A drink with Mr. Jones

Jimmy Jones moved his massive bulk to the fridge and pulled it open. His huge hand palmed a six pack of beer, one of which he pulled loose and handed to her. "Here'ya go. Tell me about it." Candy looked at the beer suspiciously, but she sighed and realized it was a gesture of sympathy. Candy smiled a small, tired smile as she took the beer.

Jimmy sank back into a punished, stained recliner and watched with tired eyes as Candy popped the tab and started to drink. "Go on then, girl. What'd he do?" Candy slid onto the couch, still unsure what to say. What would Ronnie do when he found out his dad had been told? Candy finished her beer as she fidgeted. She indicated that she'd like another. Jimmy nodded, and watched her drink her second beer in under 10 minutes.

"Well, I think he took some pictures of me." Candy said, deciding on that being the safest course of action. She was thankful for the beers, welcoming the slight swimmy feeling that was loosening her tongue. Jones was still impassive. "I was...undressed."
Jones pulled another beer for himself and one for her. Candy almost unconsciously took it and opened it. She took a big drink, unsure how much more to say.

"And you are worried he'll show his friends at school?" Jones said, the beer can looking comically small in his hamhock of a fist. Candy shifted nervously, her smooth legs sliding over one another. She was blushing badly. She nodded, and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. The beer was starting to have an effect. She felt the first wave of inebriation wash over her, relaxing her shoulders.

"Don't worry too much about that. He don't have any friends. Just sits in his room all day on the damned computer. Besides, he's young and you are pretty little thing. Truth be told, I'm glad he ain't gay." Jimmy said, getting up to open the fridge again. Candy grimaced. This wasn't going the way she'd hoped. She finished her third beer, feeling warm.

"Mr Jones, could you turn the AC on?" Candy asked. The large man shook his head as he turned around. In his hand was a pitcher of crushed ice and green liquid. Margueritas. He poured a plastic cup full of the drink and sat it in front of her. Candy smiled a thank you. Jones smiled back; not because was happy to be a good host, but because he got an eyeful of her perfect breasts as she leaned over to get it. His grinned widened as the overheating girl drank the strong marguerita. "Thanks." she said with a wipe of her sultry lips. "That hit the spot."

Jones poured her some more, and sat back, nursing his beer. At this rate, he figured, she'd be two sheets to the wind in no time. The DVD of her sat on his dresser in his bedroom. Jimmy Jones didn't know exactly what he was going to do with this girl, but the gears in his vicious brain were turning...