Lost Daughters by Mary Monroe

folded his arms and cleared his throat a couple of times. Loretta assumed he was doing all of that because he was nervous. The truth was, he was so aroused that if this juicy young thing didn’t leave in time, he was not going to be responsible for his actions.
    â€œWhy, look at you! You are hella nervous! Now I know a big strappin’ grown man like you ain’t scared of a dainty little girl like me,” Loretta said with her head tilted to the side.
    â€œI didn’t expect you, that’s all.” Mel had met some bold young things before, but Loretta took the cake. “You didn’t make an appointment with me.”
    â€œDo you want me to leave and come back when I have an appointment?” she teased.
    â€œNo, you don’t have to leave,” he managed. He put his hands in his pockets.
    Loretta glanced with disgust at some of the pictures of the other models on his walls. Then she looked at Mel with contempt and shook her head. “I think it’s time for you to have a model who looks like me. One with some color,” she sneered, almost spitting out the last word.
    â€œI . . . I told you I’d think about working with you,” Mel stammered, his hands up in the air. Despite Loretta’s bold proposition, Mel knew that he couldn’t commit to anything without Maureen’s knowledge and approval.
    â€œWhat do you need to think about? I know you want me. That’s cool because I want you too. You wanted me the minute I walked up in here the other day. I could see that even with my eyes closed.”
    â€œAre we on the same page? Are we talking about a working relationship, or do you have something else in mind?”
    Loretta was glad she had on one of her sexiest ensembles—a pair of her tightest and shortest white shorts and a white V-neck T-shirt. She didn’t need a bra. Her breasts were so firm and high she would be a damn fool not to show them off. Mel gulped when he noticed how erect her nipples were. She saw him but pretended not to.
    â€œDon’t play dumb with me,” Loretta chortled. “You know damn well why I came back here.” She opened her mouth and rapidly stuck her tongue in and out several times, and then she slid it across her bottom lip. She smacked her lips so loudly it sounded like she had snapped her fingers. “Any more questions?” she asked with a straight face.
    Mel laughed and clapped his hands. “You seem like a real smart little girl, sweetheart, but that’s just it. You are just a little girl.” He was doing all he could to “discourage” Loretta, but that was part of his scheme. He wanted her to think that she was the aggressor. That meant less work for him. That maneuver had worked with a lot of other young girls over the years, but the bottom line was, he wanted this one as much as she wanted him, maybe even more. Her mother seemed reasonably naïve, so he could work around her. He had had enough experience, so he knew that if he played his cards right, he would never have to worry about Maureen causing trouble if he fucked her daughter. He would be taking a risk, but it was a risk that he could not resist. He was a dog and he knew it. What else could he do? Especially when girls as luscious as Loretta threw themselves at him like they were dog meat. “I am flattered—What are you doing?” he hollered.
    â€œI want to see if you still think I’m just a little girl after I finish nibbling on your third leg, the one in the middle of your thighs,” Loretta purred as she slid the zipper down on her shorts and began to wiggle out of them. Mel was not surprised to see that she didn’t have on any panties. However, he was surprised to see that she had shaved her crotch.
    Before Mel could stop Loretta, she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them all the way across the room. They landed on a goosenecked lamp on a table where he had been looking over some prints