I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did.

Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way.

First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a full blown prostitute; we could say entry level. We had come to an agreement where I would give him blowjobs for money. That was it. I think some would say that was plenty but we hadn’t done anything else.

Since our arrangement started a little over two weeks ago, my boss had “purchased” my services no fewer than ten times. I think that number would have been higher if my foster parents would have allowed me to work the closing shift all fourteen days. Instead they felt that “a young lady shouldn’t be out late every night”. Had they known what I was doing the ten nights that I worked, I’m not sure they would have thought of me as a lady.

Living with my foster parents wasn’t much of a bargain. They were only doing it for the money and now that I was eighteen and officially out of the foster program, they weren’t receiving money to take care of me anymore. I had to be careful about what I said and how I did things because they could kick me out of the only place I had to live. I had enough credits to graduate from high school but they wanted me to finish one more semester and graduate at the winter break. Until then I was just trying to survive.

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I was scheduled to work a double shift because a lot of the staff had gone back to college and we were shorthanded. When I got to the ice cream parlor, my boss was white as a ghost and in a complete panic.

“I need all the money back!” my boss announced as I was getting changed.

“What? No,” I said with a confused look on my face.

“I’m serious. I have to have all the money back. My dad came by this morning. He emptied the safe and took the books to close out the month. We’re short over two thousand dollars.”

My boss’ father owned this ice cream parlor and a chain of them up and down the East coast. The parlors in the North and Mid-Atlantic would close at Labor Day and the ones in the South would stay open. My boss was scheduled to close our store in about a week and head down to Miami Beach.

“No. You mean the money you were paying to . . .” I started to ask and stopped.

“Yes. I need it now. My dad thinks we’ve been robbed or someone’s been skimming money.”

“No. I earned that money. I’m not giving it back.”

My boss started to get angrier and angrier. His face was turning red and he was moving closer to me. I tried to back away from him but he kept closing the gap between us as he screamed at me.

“I need that fucking money. Go get it know you fucking little whore. I can get any bitch to suck my cock any fucking time I want. Now go get me my fuck. . .”

“No! I earned that money. We had a deal and that’s it,” I countered rather aggressively. I wasn’t going to back down. That money was the most I ever had and I wasn’t going to give it up.

“You can either give it back to me or you can explain how the money disappeared. My dad wants to talk to you,” my boss spat out. “Do you know where the office is?”

“Why does he want to talk to me?” I asked rather meekly.

“Because you worked most nights and that’s when I close the books. What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what he’s going to ask me.”

“Here’s the address. You better go now. He’ll be waiting. Don’t you say a word about this! Nothing! Not a single fucking word!” my boss barked at me.

He opened the door and half pushed me out into the parking lot as I looked back at him slamming the door closed.

I knew where the office was mainly because it was the in the biggest house on the beach. I had walked by it dozens of times but I never knew that was where the office of the ‘soft server empire’ was. It was less an office and more and private estate on the beach with the Intracoastal Waterway behind the house and the ocean on the other. The house was bigger than anything I had ever seen before and at that point in my life I was sure it was bigger than anything I would ever own.

It was about a mile walk from the ice cream parlor to the house. As is pretty typical for any day in August in North Carolina, it was about 100F degrees out. By the time I got to the house I had a pretty good sweat going and there was nothing I could do about it.

I walked up to the front door, rang the doorbell and waited. A minute went by and nothing. I looked around and didn’t see any cars in the driveway and I didn’t see any life in the house. I rang the bell again. Nothing, no one came to the door.

I rang the doorbell a third time halfheartedly and stepped down off the front porch. I followed the walk way around to the side of the house and called out.

“Hello. Is anyone home?”

Still nothing. I walked up to a gate that lead into the ocean side of the house and standing there on the deck was Mr. Keller. He was standing with his back to me, completely naked. He looked to be about six feet three inches tall with a very nice shape. His tan skin was glistening from the sun, reflecting on some water or lotion on his back. As my gaze moved down I could see his slender waist and firm buttocks. Finally as I lowered my eyes he was standing with his legs partially spread and I could see the shaft of his penis dangling in the gap between his spread legs.

He was talking on the phone as he stood there and hadn’t heard me ring the bell. I quietly retreated and went back to the front door and rang the bell again.

After a few more rings I decided to leave. I would call from down the street and try and make an appointment to see him.

I couldn’t help but smile as I was walking away when I thought about his body and his penis. He looked really nice. Fit but not too fit. Youthful without the shape of an eighteen year old. And his penis hanging between his legs. I giggled quietly thinking about it.

“Amanda?” I faintly heard called out but it didn’t register. I kept walked down the walkway to the street.

“Amanda?” I heard yelled and I stopped. The yell sounded just like my boss when he was yelling at me earlier just older. I stopped and trying to swallow my giggle as I turned around.

Standing on the front porch was Mr. Keller in a long white robe. He was calling me and waving his arm in a gesture to come to him.

I started walking to the front porch while brushing my sundress down to neaten it. The sweat made the material stick to my skin and my hair was probably starting to the transform due to “beach air explosion”.

“Come in, come in,” Mr. Keller said while stepping to the side. His hand lightly touched my back as he showed me into the house.

“I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Can I get you something? Sweet tea, water, soda?” Mr. Keller asked in a voice and tone that caught me off guard with its kindness.

“No, sir. Thank you,” I replied.

“I didn’t hear you come up. Where’s your car?” he asked with a genuine kindness in his tone.

“I walked over, sir. It’s a nice day out,” I said.

Without hesitation Mr. Keller lead me into the kitchen and got pitchers of sweet tea, lemonade, and water out of the refrigerator. He placed them on the counter and grabbed two glasses and placed them down in front of me.

“What would you like?” Mr. Keller asked.

“Water is fine. Thank you, sir.”

As he poured the water he looked at me with a smile. Things weren’t going anything like what I had rehearsed in my head on the walk over. I was prepared to be yelled at and fired from the only job I ever had. I wasn’t going to say anything and take my secret with me. Instead Mr. Keller was being a very kind hearted person. One that was missing a couple thousand dollars but still he was being kind hearted.

Mr. Keller led me into an office that over looked the ocean. It was massive, with wooden shelves loaded with books. Computer monitors were again a wall behind a large desk that sat in the middle of the room. Two heavy leather chairs in front of the desk and a couch against one wall. There was a TV across the room mounted on the wall.

There was more furniture in that one room than my foster family had in their entire house, it seemed.

I sat in one of the leather chairs and Mr. Keller sat in the other. At first Mr. Keller started with the basic small talk about the weather and how it was a nice summer and led into asking, “What are you going to do for work when the summer ends?”

Absentmindedly I reached up and put my glass on the wood of the desk. Mr. Keller quickly jumped up and put a coaster under my glass but in that instance I could swear that I saw his robe open just a little and his cock was exposed.

A flush came across my face as I looked away.

“Oh my goodness. He’s huge. His, his dick is fricken huge,” I thought. “Oh, I really hope I thought that and didn’t say it.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to put that on the wood.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Can I ask you a few questions?” Mr. Keller asked.

“Yes, sir. Anything.”

“You’ve been working a lot of closing shifts lately, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you happen to see anything odd with the handling of the nightly receipts?”

“No, sir. Like what?”

“There’s an issue between the register sales and the deposits. We’re missing over two thousand dollars. Do you know anything about this?” Mr. Keller asked.

“No, sir. I never closed out the registers. I just closed the store and cleaned up,” I said, swallowing hard. I could feel the color draining from my face.

“I have to ask. Did you take any of the money?”

“No, sir,” I choked out.

“I haven’t gone through all the videos from the store yet but I’ll spend some time later reviewing them to see if I can figure out what happened,” Mr. Keller said.

“Videos?” I asked with a confused look on my face.

“Yeah. I have cameras in all the major work areas. They’re at service counter, the fridge, the office and even a few outside.”

All at once I could feel my world collapsing. I was getting tunnel vision and panic started to roll over me.

“Are you okay?” Mr. Keller asked.

Tears started to well up in my eyes and I dropped my head down to my chest.

“I . . . ” I started to say.

“What?” Mr. Keller asked.

I took a deep breath and looked up at Mr. Keller and paused. “I have your money but I didn’t steal it.”

“How did you get it?”

“Bob gave it to me.”

“My son gave it to you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why would Bob give you two thousand dollars?”

The tears started to overflow my eyes and roll down my cheeks.

“I can’t say.”

“Does it have anything to do with this?” Mr. Keller asked while reaching for a remote control. He pressed a button and the TV flickered to life but nothing was on it. He then pressed another button and a blue background with white text announcing the date came on the screen. It stayed on that screen for a few seconds and then was replaced by a picture of the office of the ice cream parlor. Mr. Keller pressed the fast forward button and the little time banner in the upper corner started speeding by 6:00am, 7:00am. The minutes flew by so quickly that you couldn’t make out the numbers but the hours ticked by ever second or so.

8:00am, 9:00am, 11:30am.

Some people came into view walking in fast motion. Almost waddling like penguins. You could see them in fast motion move into the office and go out to change. Then back in and clock in then out into the work area.

1:00pm, 2:00pm, 3:00pm, 3:35pm and Mr. Keller pressed the play button to stop the fast motion. I could see myself walk into the office and get my uniform and leave to change. I walked back in and put some stuff in the corner and I walked out.

It was clear that Mr. Keller had seen this video before. He pressed the fast forward button again.

5:00pm, 7:00pm, 9:00pm.

Panic erupted inside me. It was like a ton of bricks crashing down toward me. I could see them falling but I couldn’t move and was powerless to stop it.

The video was of the office on the night that I first gave my boss a blowjob.

10:00pm, 10:30pm, 10:45pm

My boss could be seen going into and out of the office.

11:00pm and Mr. Keller pressed the play button again to slow the video down.

I walked into the office at 11:02pm and started to undress. I stripped down to just my bra and panties and washed up in the sink. When I was done I stood there in just my bra and panties with my arms out at my sides. Then Bob came into the room and you could see us talking. Then we both left the room and came back about five or ten minutes later. Again I was standing there in just my bra and panties but I was clearly wet. Bob could be seen talking and all of a sudden I reached behind my back and undid my bra and dropped it on the floor. A second later my panties were on the floor next to my bra.

You could tell a conversation was happening but you couldn’t tell what was being said. Then Bob pushed his shorts to the floor and sat down in the office chair with his cock resting on his stomach. He then stood back up and went into the safe where he took out some money and handed it to me.

“Well, I see how you got the money. Even soaking wet, you’re a beautiful young lady. Watch this. This is my favorite part.”

The video showed me kneeling down and starting to lick his shaft. A few minutes later I had taken his cock in my mouth and I was slowly sliding my mouth up and down the hard cock.

Somehow Mr. Keller zoomed in on just my face and the hard cock in my hand and mouth. A few minutes later you could see my mouth stop and my lips squeezing tightly around the hard cock in my mouth, relaxing and squeezing again.

“Watch this. This is really sexy.”

In slow motion you could see a few small droplets of cum slip from around my lips and onto the shaft. As I took more of the hard cock into my mouth, the cum coated my lips.

I covered my face with my hands as the tears rolled down.

Mr. Keller stopped the video and my image froze on the screen. The image showed me looking up at my boss in the moment. There was a slight glaze of cum on my lips and the shaft of the cock that was filling my mouth.

“I’m at a loss as to what to do. You see this looks like my son paid you to give him oral sex. Both my son and you are clearly in all of these videos. If I give these to the police they would have video evidence against both of you and I really don’t want to see anything happen to my son.”

My eyes were red and ringed with tears as I tried to say something but couldn’t find any words that would get me out of this.

“I also wouldn’t want to see anything happen to you either. You’re a beautiful young woman with her life ahead of her. Something like this would be damaging for you. I’m out two thousand dollars but if I do anything about it with these videos I hurt my son as well as you.”

“I . . . I can give you back the . . .” I started to say but Mr. Keller interrupted me.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Mr. Keller said with a smile on his face while holding a hand up in a stop gesture. “You very obviously earned it. From the looks of this video and the others you’re not at a loss for talent.

“I have a better idea. I’m going to ‘let you go’ from working at the ice cream parlor. It’s the end of the season anyway and we’re closing in a few days so that’s not a big deal.”

I just sat there with my mouth open.

“Once my son leaves for Florida I’m going to hire you to work in the office. I need someone to help me with the finance side of things. I’ll teach you the accounting and purchasing side of the business. I’ll even show you how I buy and build ice cream parlors, restaurants and my other businesses.”

I was in shock. I didn’t expect this to happen in any rehearsed conversation I had in my head on the walk over.

“What . . . Why?” I murmured, unable to come up with anything else to say.

Mr. Keller didn’t answer my question.

“In addition to that work, I would like you to be my personal assistant. The duties and compensation we can discuss later,” he said while looking up at the TV on the wall.

I looked up at the TV to see the droplet of cum on the hard cock in my mouth and turned my gaze to Mr. Keller. Our eyes locked.

“I think we can work something out. When do I start?”

“You’re eager. I like that. I see a lot of me in you,” Mr. Keller said.

A big smile crossed my face and a giggle slipped from my lips and for the first time Mr. Keller had a confused look on his face.

“What?” Mr. Keller asked.

“Oh, I have a feeling that there’s going to be an awful lot of you in me too!” I smiled while biting my bottom lip.

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