He smiled again.

"Would you like to discuss a business deal with me, Susan?" Mr. Madison said.

"Money is a form of exchange, my dear. You get money for services rendered, or you invest money hoping it will grow."

"Yes, sir."

"What if I gave you some money and a good stock to invest in?"

"Ah, gosh. I mean would you?" "I could."

"Well, that'd be really neat, sir."

"Say I gave you a thousand dollars, a name of a stock, you buy it, and keep track of it, learn about the stock market and make money."

"Gee, that's great," Sue said, a tremble seeping through her at the mention of a thousand dollars.

"Would you read the paper every day, would you take some business classes?"

"Oh, yes, sure I would."

"And for my investment, what would I get, Susan?"

Silence.

"Ah, well, I dunno, I mean what could I do?" Susan said finally.

"What would you suggest?" he asked, fiddling with a pencil.

Sue thought about that thousand dollars, her dream of getting out of Bluff City-fame, fortune. She thought she knew what Mr. Madison wanted… her.., but she was frightened to come out and say it.

"Well, I could work for you and stuff, sir?" He smiled again.

She could tell he wasn't thinking about that. "Or, gee… I could, well… anything you say, Mr. Madison."

He got up, handsome and mature in his three-piece gray suit. He walked around his desk to the plush leather chair in which Sue sat.

He stood over her, reached down, took her hand. He pulled her from the chair.

Sue came into his masculine arms, easily, willingly. He kissed her pink lips tenderly. Her body pressed to his lean frame. Her big tits mashed against him. She felt the stirring, the lift of his prick against her. She pushed in tighter.

His hands roamed her back, down into her little skirt, into the pleats. He fanned his hands out and felt the beautiful curve of her dream teen ass.