Miss Diamond Pleads for a Second Chance

Sean wiped away the fog from the bathroom mirror. Studying his face for any signs of the fight, he noticed two spots that stood out. A small scratch just under his ear likely had been caused by Austin's fingernail. The more problematic sign appeared on the side of his forehead. A large, light bruise already had formed. No doubt where that came from. Sean thought as he recalled the painful headbutt Austin delivered to him late in their fight.

Gently touching the bruising, Sean noticed his hand shaking. Willing it to stop didn't work all that well. Look at you. Austin's weak and sick from his hangover, and he still almost kicked your ass. He's too strong and athletic for you to beat. He had the upper hand, and I was done for if Owen hadn't arrived when he did.

Backing away from the mirror, the blond-haired teen studied his body. Austin's powerful blows left their mark across his chest, shoulder, and back. At least he would be able to hide them under his shirt. Sean would love to tell everyone about the fight. That would get Austin out of his hair for a few days, but he wouldn't say a word for now. Lacey seemed already to be suffering enough guilt over last night. If a repercussion of their voyeurism and helping each other cum ended with her boyfriend sent home, Sean knew the youngest Stratton would blame herself.

Walking out of the bathroom, Sean grabbed his jeans and pulled them on while groaning at the aches and pains he felt from the scuffle. Reaching over to grab his shirt, a series of quick knocks interrupted him.

"You decent in there, Sean?" Mr. Stratton asked through the door.

Sean hurriedly pulled on his shirt, turned his back to the door, and started to button it up before he answered. "I'm all finished."

"Okay, I'm coming in then."

The doorknob slowly turned as it seemed like Clive took forever to open the door and walk in finally. By then, Sean had finished buttoning up his shirt, turning puzzlement to see what took Mr. Stratton so long to enter.

Walking in, Clive noticed the questioning face and laughed. "Sorry, a **** of habit living with two daughters. Always ask twice before entering a bedroom. I've been screamed at enough for two lifetimes."

The teenager chuckled in response. "I know what it's like. I can sometimes still hear Peyton's screams ringing in my ear."

"So, you all finished in there?"

"Sure, let me hang up my towel, and I'll get out of your way," Sean responded and turned to head back into the bathroom before pausing. "Thanks again for letting me use your shower."

"Sure thing, son."

Quickly taking care of his last task, Sean returned to the bedroom right as Clive accidentally knocked over a small stack of papers. One folder landed near Sean's feet, so he bent down to retrieve it. He glanced at several of the documents that had fallen out of the folder and noticed they appeared to be part of a case file.

"Thanks. Guess I'm still a little tired," Clive said as Sean handed him the folder.

"Do you have a big case coming up, Mr. Stratton?"

"Oh, I'm not trying that case. A couple of my deputy district attorneys are handling it," Clive explained. Sean accepted his explanation with a nod, but Clive felt the need to clarify. "I'm not checking up on them. They are two of my best lawyers, but something about the case concerns me."

"I know I wasn't supposed to look, but is it a financial case?" inquired Sean.

"Good eye. Something feels off to me. Maybe it's a gut instinct. Or maybe it's that I know how loyal the Klackhurst family is to each other," Clive described to Sean. From their countless conversations over mysteries and legal thrillers, he knew the teenager had an interest in his cases. Even though he couldn't provide any details, it felt nice to have someone interested. Lana and Lacey showed little interest in their father's job.

"I remember the case. My grandpa has mentioned the family over the years, and not in a good way. So it caught my eye," revealed Sean. "I try to pay attention to as many of the big cases in town as I can."

"Yes, your grandfather's always been a sharp judge of character. It's gotten him in trouble at times, too," Clive noted before an idea came to him. "Say, would you like to come down to courthouse someday and watch a trial? Nearly all are open to the public, and maybe I can find a way to let you see behind the scenes of my office."

"Really? That would be awesome, Mr. Stratton!"

"Now, I can't show you any favoritism or give you any special treatment. But maybe we could structure it around say a school club or for The Buzzy Bee," Clive thought aloud at the possibilities.

"The Buzzy Bee? Maybe I can suggest it to Ramsey," Sean proposed happily. A chance to visit the courthouse for a tour not only should interest the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper but could give Sean some bonding time with his crush.

"That might be a good--whoa, what happened to your head?" asked Clive, after finally organizing all his papers and looking over at Sean.

"What? Oh, is it bad?" Sean stalled, touching his forehead as he tried to come up with a lie quickly.

"You have a pretty big bruise forming."

"Yeah, I slipped in the shower and banged my head against the wall," Sean lied. The excuse might be lame, but it was the best he could come up with.

"The shower wall? You sure about that?" Clive questioned as he studied the bruise and the rest of the teenager's face. Sean wasn't the best liar.

"Uh, yeah. That's what happened."

"Hmm, alright, if you say so." Clive's suspicions were practically confirmed when he noticed the fresh scratch. "If something else caused it, let me know when you're ready."

"Well, I'm embarrassed to be so clumsy," Sean tried to state sheepishly. He knew Mr. Stratton didn't buy his story, so he tried to change the direction. Unfortunately, the only subject he could think of was the other one he didn't want to talk about. "Um, is everything okay downstairs?"

Clive allowed Sean to change the conversation, but he told himself he would have to keep an eye on things. Based on Austin's speculation in the kitchen, Clive had a good idea where Sean's bruise came from. "Lacey calmed down slightly. Whitney and Ramsey took her to their room."

"Uh, I don't really know why she freaked out. I swear, Mr. Stratton, I didn't do anything to her," Sean swore to the older man.

"Sean," Clive started, noticing the painful look on the teen's face. "I've known you your whole life, watched you grow up, and seen how kind and respectful you are to women. I know you didn't hurt her. I know the signs from my job. Something upset Lacey; maybe it has to do with you, maybe it doesn't. But I do know you care for her. So if you can help her calm down, then please do it."

Sean nodded, grateful that the older man believed in him. "Thanks, Mr. Stratton. That means a lot coming from you. I'll try and talk to Lace if that will help."

"Thanks, son. Now, I better take my turn in the shower before Rachel shows up demanding the whole bathroom for herself."

Sean nodded and thanked him again. Opening the door, he paused as Mr. Stratton spoke up.

"I would be careful down there if I were you." Sean's stomach dropped as he expected to be warned about Austin. "Rachel and her friends are gossiping. Best not to get in-between them. You know how they are when they get together. Once a cheerleader--"

"Always a cheerleader," Sean finished with a grin, and Clive laughed.

---

The laundry room door bounced against its hinges as the weight of two people smashed into it. Skye figured her back might be sore later, but it didn't matter right now. Holy shit, Whitney's aggressive this morning. I wonder what lit her fuse. The twenty-four-year-old felt a little surge of pride for how quickly she had helped the eighteen-year-old embrace her bisexuality. Yes, Skye hadn't been Whitney's first girl, but she seemed to have awoken a new passion inside the teenager.

Whitney's tongue couldn't get enough of Skye's mouth. Her hands couldn't get enough of the topnotch ass they groped and squeezed. All thoughts of checking Lacey's coat were utterly gone from her mind. She needed this sexy older woman, and she needed her now.

Breaking off the kiss, Whitney's mouth shifted to her lover's neck. A long lick started off a combination of licking, sucking, nibbling, and kissing. "Oh, gaaawwwddd!" moaned the recipient of the teenager's affection. "What's....mmmmh...gotten into you this morning?"

"Not yet that talented tongue of yours," Whitney remarked after giving Skye's earlobe a quick suck. While speaking, the buxom blonde's hands reached down to yank her sweater over her head, exposing the pink demi-bra that struggled to contain her bountiful bosom.

She next reached down to pull up Skye's top over her head but stopped as the older brunette protested, "Wait, let's go into my room." She suggested about the room across the hall. "Someone could walk in on us here."

"Don't care. Need this now." Whitney could barely get the words out as she could only think of quenching the thirst inside of her. She yanked Skye's shirt over her head and immediately lunged down to the newly exposed bra-covered breasts.

"Fuck it," muttered Skye as the pleasure of Whitney's licks and kisses caused her to drop her concerns. Her head banged back against the door once the younger girl started to kiss and suck her nipples through her thin satin bra. Hands that long groped her bottom now slid around to the front and unbuttoned her pants. Skye still knew they needed to be careful and keep the sounds down somewhere deep inside her brain, but she couldn't hold in the sounds of pleasure that the teenager's mouth provided. The older woman helped kick off her pants once they had been pulled down to her ankles.

Taking stock of the now partially clothed woman before her, Whitney complemented Skye on her plum satin bra and panties. "You have a wonderful taste in underwear and swimsuits."

"Thanks," Skye managed to get out between her gasps for air. "You do too."

The teen's mouth once again shot to the older woman's. Only this time, instead of groping her ass, Whitney, showing a remarkable amount of strength, picked Skye up by said ass. At first, they banged against the door once again as Whitney struggled to maintain her balance. Good thing Dad insisted on solid oak doors throughout the cabin, Whitney thought while giggling.

With a firm hold of the other woman, Whitney turned the two of them around and carried her lover over the washing machine against the east wall. Arms burning under the strain, Whitney just managed to plop Skye down on top of the machine before her strength gave out. The cheerleader captain frequently carried some of her squadmates, but they tended to be the smaller, light ones like Lacey.

Quickly discarding her jeans, Whitney looked at the gorgeous hostess and model sitting before her. A little grin appeared on her face. "Miss Willows, I keep on messing up. I spilled drinks on a customer again. And I've broken two more plates."

Utterly confused by this sudden shift in the conversation, Skye didn't know how to respond.

"I'm already on probation, and I'm worried I might get fired. I need this job to pay my rent," Whitney continued in the slightly higher voice she spoke in. "I know no one is supposed to talk about it, but I know you're sleeping with the owner. Can you please convince him not to fire me? I'll do anything for you!"

A delighted smile spread over the older beauty's face as she caught on to the teenager's role-playing. This girl is amazing! I wish I could take her home with me. "I don't know, Miss Diamond. You've cost this restaurant a lot of money recently. Broken plates and glasses are just the start. We've had numerous complaints about your waitressing."

"Please, Miss. I'll be out on the street if I can't pay my rent. I'll do anything!" pleaded the mumbling waitress with tears forming in her eyes.

"You're asking me to put in a good word for you with a man I've spent years wrapping around my finger. Why I should I jeopardize that for you?"

"I'll do anything for you. I-I'll be your personal servant and take care of all your needs," the teenager continued.

"My needs? Hmm, that sounds intriguing. Let me see what I'm working with. Take off your bra," ordered Miss Willows.

"My bra!" Miss Diamond exclaimed, covering her bra with her hands. "Why?"

"Because I told you so. Unless you weren't telling the truth when you offered to be my servant," the hostess sternly replied.

The buxom blonde made quite a show of slowly and reluctantly, moving her trembling hands around to her back and unclasping her bra. Whitney swiftly moved her hands back around to keep the piece of underwear from falling off. Shyly looking back at the older woman, the incompetent waitress appeared to be asking if she really had to do this.

"Why so shy? Hasn't anyone seen those big boobs of yours?"

"N-no, Miss. No one has ever seen them," the teen answered, lowering her eyes to the floor.

"You're a virgin? Splendid!" her supervisor noted with glee. "Now drop that bra!"

Reluctantly the bra fell to the floor, exposing a pair of magnificent breasts. "Oh, honey. Why in the world would you not want to show those bountiful beauties?"

"I don't know," the young owner of the breasts blushingly responded, as she looked down and twirled her foot around in a circle behind her.

"Well, fair is fair. So come over here and help me take off an item," Miss Willows instructed her subordinate. When the useless waitress started to reach for her bar, the hostess shook her head. "Not that one, dear. Take off my panties."

Giving the older woman a wide-eyed look, Miss Diamond gulped noticeably. Her shaking hands reached for the top of the satin panties. Slowly, she struggled to pull the underwear down the legs of the woman. Finally, after it slid off the other woman's feet, she looked back up to see what was next.

"Oh, honey. I think you know what's expected next."

"B-but I've never even...kissed a woman."

"Then, little girl, it's time to make you a woman," the older seductress stated while spreading her legs. "Start by kissing my legs."

The young blonde did just that. Giving little pecks, she had to be instructed to alternate between the two legs. Her gentle, inexperienced kisses moved quickly up to the smooth thighs.

"Not so fast, dearie. Don't make it too obvious you don't want to do this, or I won't put in a good word for you."

"Yes, Miss Willows." Now the virgin waitress's kisses lasted longer and even slipped out a tongue to lick the upper thighs.

However, when the **** teenager ran out of leg, she hesitated for what she knew came next. A hand came down behind her head and gently pushed her forward. An exploratory lick tentatively when upward on the wet slit. Then another downward. By the sixth lick, the teen's tongue lost any hesitation.

"You like licking my kitty?"

Looking up from between the legs, the young waitress shyly grinned and nodded.

"Good. Now, get back to work. You better bring me off fast, or we might get caught by a busboy or bartender. Once they see that virgin pussy of yours, they might shove their hard cocks in it," the older hostess speculated about a possible scenario.

The inexperienced teen went to work licking and sucking the outer lips of the pussy in her face. Occasionally, a tongue shot inside her love hole but quickly pulled back. Ever so slowly, the tongue started to stay inside longer and longer before being pulled out. After a solid five minutes with the girl's tongue still only licking up her juices, never once going where it needed to be, the older brunette lashed out.

"Enough teasing! Get me off."

Momentarily the tongue stopped, and a pair of eyes peered up at her. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"Dammit, drop the act, and lick my clit!" Skye demanded, breaking character.

"But I don't know where it's at," Miss Diamond replied with a hint of a smirk.

"Just fucking do it--oooh!" moaned the needy hostess as her clit finally had some attention.

With her pussy now earnestly getting licked and sucked, Miss Willows unleashed moan after moan. Still, her body needed more, so she reached back and unclasped her bra, flinging away the garment who knows where. Now with one hand shoving the teen's head against her cunt, the other palmed her large C-cup breasts.

"Ooh, yes...just like that," Skye murmured, pinching her nipple. "Ahh...right there, keep going, keep--ooh!"

Young, inexperienced Miss Diamond showed considerable progress in her pussy licking skills as she now began to move a finger inside to help. The busty blonde couldn't keep up with all the juices flowing out of the incredibly aroused woman. She loved the sweet taste of Miss Willows and could savor it for hours.

"Oh, gawd, almost, ooohhhh gaawwwdddd!" Miss Willows' body began to buck wildly as the impending orgasm approached. "Y-yes, yeesss...fuuuccckkkk!!!"

With only a shred of rational thought left, Sky managed to clasp her hand over her mouth, partially muffling the shriek she unleashed as she came.

Gasping for air, she flopped backward onto the machine, control dials digging into her back. Unable to construct any coherent thought at first; eventually, Skye's mind held a single idea. Fuck, I might have to sneak Whitney into the restaurant late some night. Imagine doing this back in the kitchen or out on one of the tables in the seating area.

"Did I do an acceptable job, Miss Willows?"

"You still have a job, for now, Miss Diamond. Maybe even a raise if I like the taste of your barely legal pussy. Now switch spots with me, so I can give it a taste test."

---

Walking down the stairs, Sean came to a halt with several steps to go. There, in front of his eyes, stood Lacey all alone. He noticed right away that the coat she grabbed to put on belonged to Ramsey and wasn't the one drying down in the laundry room earlier.

"Lacey, what up a second."

Lacey nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, and turning around, she confirmed it indeed was Sean who spoke. Shit! I wanted to avoid seeing anyone. That's why I skipped the laundry room, in case Whitney showed up down there.

"I can't talk, Sean. Ramsey just told me that Austin went to clean his bathroom," the petite redhead hurriedly got out as she started to put on her friend's jacket. "I need to help him."

"No, we need to talk."

"I have to help Austin."

"Not until we talk. Besides, he's probably done or almost done by now," Sean pointed out.

"That's why I need to help. It's what a good girlfriend would do," Lacey stated, and she wanted to start being a good girlfriend again.

Resuming his descent down the stairs, Sean ignored her implying she wasn't a good girlfriend. "Lace, we have to talk about last night."

"No, we don't."

"You can't keep on avoiding the topic. I thought you calmed down last night. Extraordinary circumstances and all."

"Keep your voice down!" she whispered angrily.

"Hey, you're the one that screamed bloody **** when you saw me earlier. If anyone needs to keep it down, it's you."

"Fine, I'll keep it down by not talking to you."

"Listen, that's not going--have you been drinking?" Sean questioned once he got close enough to smell her breath.

"What? No! Well, just a small bit. Whitney gave it to me to calm down my nerves," Lacey explained with some embarrassment.

"See, that's exactly why we need to talk."

"No, I need to avoid you before Austin gets any ideas," Lacey replied, turning back to the front door.

"Too late for that." Sean's words stopped her in mid-stride.

"W-what?" the redhead asked in fear.

"Austin already suspects something happened. Not what we did. No, he thinks I either hit on you when he was drunk or tried to **** myself on you," Sean explained.

Turning back to face the teenage boy Lacey's face paled. "Rammy implied something similar. How do you know this?"

Sean's heart sunk at the news that Ramsey could possibly think that of him. He moved his hand up to his forehead and tapped the bruise. "Let's just say I already talked to Austin."

"Oh, my god!" Lacey exclaimed before remembering where they were and lowering her voice as she stepped closer to him. "Austin did this to you? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, besides some bruises."

"Wait, you and Austin got into a fight? Oh, no. He's going to get sent home." A horrified look appeared on Lacey's face as she realized what the fight meant.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone about the fight," Sean informed her, getting a confused look in return.

"Why would you do that? You two don't like each other."

"Because I know his being here for the trip means a lot to you," the blond-haired teen explained. "And I feel a little guilty over last night."

By now, the little redhead paced up and down the hall with a bit of limp leftover due to her ankle. "What am I going to do? What can I say to Austin?"

"Uh, you're not going to tell him the truth, are you?"

"Are you insane? He'll fucking kill you," Lacey bluntly stated. "I need to go. I need to make this right."

"Lace, we need to talk about last night and come up with a story about why you're upset."

"Not now. I need to see Austin." Lacey's pacing had taken her to the end of the hallway by the bathroom door, so now she started to pass by Sean to get to the front door.

"Lacey, wait!" Sean reached out to grab her wrist.

Sean would never be sure what caused Lacey to slip. It could have been melted snow on the floor someone tracked in, or it could have been the liquor she drank. The reason didn't matter, just the end result. When Lacey started to fall, Sean tried to help her by yanking the wrist he held, but instead, he lost his balance too.

Sean's back ended up against the hardwood floor with Lacey sprawled on top of him. Their faces mere inches away from each other. In shock, the two longtime family friends stared at one another.

Before either could say or do anything, a blast of cold air hit them as the front door opened.

"What the hell?"