Troy decides she can 'earn' some of the money

"No," Troy croaked.

Bria and Hank both stared at him in astonishment.

"No?" Bria pushed out through lips that felt numb. No one had ever refused her before. Well, no one who wasn't gay. "But..."

"Troy..." Hank hissed a little desperately. Having momentarily seen the promise of the golden goose it seemed to him that his friend and business partner was throwing it away.

"No Hank, we can't just give money away. How do we know she won't take the money and just not show up anymore? Besides, we've had to work for our money. So should she."

Having said his piece Troy turned, leaving a sputtering Hank and a gaping Bria in his wake.

Troy walked slowly into his office, his entire body telling him to turn around and go back to Bria, but he resolutely set one foot in front of the other. His brow was just breaking into a sweat of panic when he reached the office and paused. He turned as if to shut the door, knowing that what he was really doing was turning to rush back to Bria.

Except that Bria rushed toward him instead. On tall heels that made her long legs absolutely stunning she clattered across the floor in a manner her beauty contest tutors would have been horrified by. Passing by him into his office she took the door in shaking hands to stop him from closing it.

"Please," she hissed. "I need. I can't..."

"Close the door Bria," Troy told her, turning away and walking toward the desk as if he hadn't been about to give in.

Bria stood still for a moment, trying to decide if she was supposed to be in or out of the room, and if his words meant more than just closing the door. Finally she stepped farther in and turned, closing the door behind her, leaving her and Troy by themselves.

Troy smiled, drinking in her glorious ass-cheeks. It felt like he had to use a crowbar to pry the smile off his face but by the time she turned back to him he was sitting behind his desk, looking at her expressionlessly.

"So you'll be homeless if you don't get this money, will you?" he began, and the hope flared to life in her blue eyes.

"Thank you, sir, thank you for giving me the money" she gushed, striding toward him with a relieved smile.She should have known better than to doubt her charms, she admonished herself. Men were...

"No," he said, and she stopped, frozen.

"No?" she repeated, strength leaving her again. Bria fumbled for the chair and started to lower herself.

"Stop," Troy ordered, and again she froze, mid-way toward a sitting position. "I didn't say you could sit. Stand up."

Bria stood obediently, confused by what was happening.

"I'll give you some money," he stressed 'some'. "But only if you earn it."

"Earn?"

"Yes. Remove your clothes."

"My..." Bria's hand came up to her chest like she could somehow shield herself from his eyes, but after a moment her hand moved up toward the strap that tied behind her neck. "If I do this you'll give me the money?"

"No, but I'll give you a twenty."

"But... But I don't need a twenty. I need a thousand!" she wailed.

Troy shrugged and pulled a twenty from his wallet. "Twenty. To start with."

Bria's eyes latched on to the bill as it was lain upon the bare desktop. It was such a small amount compared to what she needed, but... "To start with?" she asked, flicking her eyes from the money to Troy and then back again. She barely saw him nod before she undid the ties behind her neck. She hesitated a moment, then let go. The straps and the short dress slithered down her body, baring it completely to his gaze. Only the tight push-up bra she wore covered anything, and she felt a blush darken her cheeks as she reached to unlatch it. Her large breasts seemed to bounce free of their restraint like jubilant puppies as she hung her head, feeling as embarrassed and humliated as the first time a judge had told her to strip.

Bria's downward gaze and the sheet of hair covering her face was the only reason Troy's open-mouthed amazement and delight weren't seen by the shamed beauty queen. His eyes raked up and down her body feverishly, and it was only when she began to raise her head that he managed to exert control over himself and turn his expression to a judging expression that was, unbeknownest to him, identical to the look the judges had once given her when she'd first stripped for them.

"Very nice," he said, and flicked the twenty off the desk. Bria fumbled to catch it, but the twenty fluttered to the floor in spite of her efforts, and she had to bend down to pick it up again. By the time she straightened Troy had another twenty out. Bria gulped, staring at it, clutching the one she had tighter.

"Come around the desk," he told her, and Bria stiffened a little, realizing that he wasn't going to make her jump up and down like one judge had, or dance like she had for another. Striving to keep her walk as seductive as any she'd used in a pageant the former beauty queen sashayed around the desk toward her boss.

"On your knees," he instructed her, and she closed her eyes for the merest second, glancing at the twenty.

"Don't worry, there will be more," Troy's lip turned up at the corner in a smile. "On your knees," he repeated.

Gulping and licking her lips Bria set one knee and then the other on the floor, and stared at his crotch, knowing what would come next.

"Unzip my pants and pull out my dick," Troy ordered.

Bria hesitated, hands raised, and looked at the twenty, now perched at the edge of the desk.

Troy's lips twitched upward at her glance. "Pull out my dick and it's yours."

Bria nodded, and reached forward with shaking hands,undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his pants, then drawing down the zipper with hands that felt suddenly cold. Next she found the flap of the striped boxers, and by reaching within she found Troy's semi-hard dick.

Bria flinched at the feel of it. Normally not shy the situation was uncomfortably like the first time her mother had taken her to see a judge. "Do whatever he asks," her mother had hissed, and she did. Then she did so again for the next judge, and the next, until it became a habitual action. She gulped and pulled out the dick, marvelling that the tube of flesh wasn't even hard from the sight of her.

Troy was pretty amazed himself. Both that Bria would actually do what she was doing and that he hadn't cum in his pants. It was only imagining his former mother-in-law that had made the hard-on subside, and now that this beautiful girl half his age had him in her hand he had to fight to suppress a groan. The last thing he wanted at this point was to break the spell, so he pretended it was business as usual.

"Here's twenty," he said, tipping it to the floor.

Bria's free hand shot out to pick up the bill, crumpling it alongside its twin, then looking up at Troy's hand like she was expecting another. Sure enough he reached into his pocket and produced another twenty, balancing it along the desk edge like the last one.

"Now a blowjob," he told her, in as matter-a-fact a voice as he could muster. The poor girl looked a little like she wanted to cry, and he felt his dick deflate a little, but she nodded and bent down, pumping his dick a few times before her lips parted.

When her tongue first touched his skin Troy nearly jumped, but with the iron will he'd never known himself to have before this encounter began he managed to keep himself bolted to his chair. His hands wanted to stray into those golden blonde curls that, miraculously enough, seemed to be one-hundred percent natural.

Bria's skilled tongue trailed up and down his hardening dick, her hand switching to cup his balls before she finally brought her tongue up to the head of his dick. Briefly, like she was planting a kiss, she put her lips atop his dick, shifting her hair to look up at him. The judges always liked that, she remembered, tossing her hair out of the way before pushing her lips down, letting them part around his hard length.

Up and down Bria went, farther and farther, like she meant to deep-throat him. Even thinking about his ex-mother-in-law wasn't enough to keep the arousal at bay, and finally he reached down to grab her hair, stopping her at the top of his dick while knocking the twenty off the desk. Bria's eyes lit up and she grabbed for it.

"Stand up and face the desk," he ordered in a surprisingly firm voice. He was sure it should be quavering like an old man's, but Bria didn't seem to hear even a hint of anything other than firmness. To add incentive he pulled out another twenty.

Bria gulped and stood, planting her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands upon the desk. She knew what he wanted, and out of the corner of her eye she watched the twenty slide onto the desk toward her hand that contained three just like it.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, and she moaned. It was a sound that wasn't entirely despair, but it wasn't until his spit-wet dick nudged against her sex that she realized how wet she was. God, could she have actually have been turned on by all this? It wasn't like Troy was even good looking. He was old, and kind of a slob, and...

Troy pushed relentlessly, a small happy sigh escaping him even as he heard Bria's intake of breath. Her tight young pussy clamped around him, surprisingly easy to penetrate, and he began to pump in and out, slowly at first because he wasn't sure he could go faster without cumming. Then he began to pick up pace, moving faster and deeper as he tried imaging his ex-mother-in-law beneath him, or his own mother, and finally Hank. But even that wasn't enough.

As if realizing he was close to cumming Bria suddenly blurted. "Don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill!"

Troy nearly came then and there, but with a supreme effort he stopped himself mid-way in her and flicked the twenty he'd promised for her pussy toward her. Bria's greedy hand reached out to snatch it, clutching it tightly, even as she eyed the new twenty that replaced it on the desktop. Was that to cum inside her, or...

"Your ass," he said, in a voice that was neither steady nor calm, but Bria didn't hear his voice as she stared at the twenty. She did feel him pull out and nestle his thick head in her crack, and being no stranger to anal she bent over the desk until her breasts lay upon it and relaxed her backside, feeling thankful that beauty contests had gone to the washroom that moring. If this sort of thing continued she'd have to break out that old enema kit she used to use on the beauty circuit.

Bria was startled by the thought, but still managed to make her backside loosen, allowing Troy's slick dick to slight slowly past her bunghole as he tried desperately to keep his composure, elated at doing something he'd never believed possible. An incredibly hot girl was letting him assfuck her upon his desk.

All the imagination in the world wouldn't let him last long in Bria, though starting slow helped. He managed maybe a dozen more strokes before he couldn't contain it any longer and planted himself balls deep as string after string of cum bombarded her insides. His hand came off the twenty by accident while he came and Bria snatched it up, clenching her muscles around him as if to milk him, or finish him off sooner.

Groaning, Troy barely stayed upright, albeit he had to sink to his elbows over the prostrate Bria. The last of his cum trickled out of him and at last he regained his strength, pushing up off her and drawing himself out of her with a faint popping sound. Keeping her head down Bria scurried around the desk while he pulled out a kleenex to clean himself.

"The rest of the money?" she asked without looking at him as she slipped her dress on.

"Not for that. You'll have to earn it."

Bria opened her mouth to protest, then shut it. At the moment she didn't feel like sticking around for more so she hurried out the door. It was only after the door closed and she was fumbling with the ties behind her neck that she realized she'd forgotten her bra. Wincing she decided to abandon it, not wanting to go back inside just yet. Bria would never see the bra again.

On auto-pilot Bria walked to her desk, the tall heels giving her an extra sway to her walk. Climbing atop the ridiculous chair she sat, her just fucked pussy pushed to the edge of the chair, the hem not hiding it at all from anyone on the other side of the clear glass desk. She had never caught on to what benefit there was to a chair that **** her legs wide apart and her butt to the edge of the chair. Visitors, on the other hand, understood immediately, and appreciated the show.

Counting the money in her hand Bria thought about the nine-hundred she still needed, and wondered about how she could earn it.