It was easier to arrange than even the shrewdly conniving divorcee imagined. On Thursday evening, she saw Matt Fields while she was working at the Double-X!

"Hey, Mrs. Burnside!" he called jovially from the other side of the street. She still actually did sell tickets to the hottest sex theater in town! He ran across the street to greet her.

"Why, hello, Matt," she said softly, her lovely mouth curving into a smile. It was in the middle of a movie, so there were no men gathered around the theater the way there usually were. The curvaceous black-haired mother stepped daintily out from the glass booth for a moment, to let the younger man feel her heady presence in her brief, revealing working costume. "I was just thinking about you," she added soberly.

The curly-haired dog breeder's eyes lit up. "You were?" he asked, his voice betraying his excitement. He could feel his heart beginning to pound and his penis stirred restlessly in his pants. Christ, this dame was something else!

"Yes," Stella responded. "It's about tomorrow… You see, I get paid tomorrow, but I also have to work until two in the morning, so… Well, I think you would have to go to my apartment and pick the money up from my daughter… She'll cash my check at the bank for me and then she can pay you…"

"Oh… is that all?" Matt replied a little sadly. He did wonder briefly what Mrs. Burnside's daughter would be like, but he couldn't conceal his disappointment that he wouldn't have the opportunity of meeting the older woman alone. She had that magnetic, sexual quality about her that boys Matt's age hardly knew about, except by watching old movies. Most women Matt's age were more independent and practical, having lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Burnside displayed so voluptuously.

Stella looked up at him through the corners of her eyes. Her maturely alert ears had picked up the tone of regret in the young man's voice, and for an instant she thought to herself. God, he's so young and virile… If it wasn't for Jackie, I'd take him myself! She glanced into the glass booth and looked at the clock. It was almost eight, and the second film didn't start until 9:15. Normally, the voluptuous ticket-seller took her dinner break in the theater office inside, but… Oh what the hell! I might as well go out to "dinner"!