Chapter 6: Danny Gets Set Up

Waking up the next morning, Danny is all smiles. Punching one arm in to the air and reaching under the blanket with the other he reaches into his panties and feels how hard he is. "Mmmmm... That dream was so hot..." He mutters sleepily as he starts to rub himself. Closing his eyes he smiles as he replays the vivid images in his head...

Prom Night, four years ago.

Victoria is standing on stage in her sparking pink prom dress ready to accept her crown. When her name is called she stands up from her chair. Everyone is clapping as she walks confidently to the front of center stage, smirking as if she knew she was going to win the entire time, to accept her crown. Walking with her chest pushed out proudly, huge cans jutting forth dominating the view. Then, just as she is about to be crowned, a loud ripping echoes throughout the gym! Up on stage, the swaggering Victoria stumbles. Looking down in disbelief, she watches with wide eyed terror as her dress suddenly falls down revealing her in nothing but a pair of childish panties! Not only that, but her chest is super flat.

Like not even the beginnings of breasts at all!

Nipples so tiny they only look like pink specks dotting her chest.

Reeling in shock, the self confident diva stands frozen, hands up in surprise hiding nothing. as everyone laughs and laughs...

People pointing, people laughing and calling her names. The noise so loud that no one word can be made out.

When she looks up, she pees her panties...

*Boom!*

"Oh yeah..." Danny groans as a load of jizzum fills his already cum laden panties from the multiple wet dreams he already had that night. "If only Vicki stuffed..."

Finally getting out of bed, he goes about his morning routine. First thing though is he changes his panties and then puts on a pair of boxers to hide them. From there he makes his bed, brushes his teeth and takes a shower. In the shower he jacks off again, this time imagining him and Vicki out on a walk and tissue fluttering out from under her shirt or from the neck of her sweater. Appearing in the kitchen dressed for work and with his apron in his hand, he sits down to a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast.

"Thanks mom." He says then takes a big whiff of the delicious smelling food.

"I feel that a hard working boy should start the day off right." She says then when she sees Danny giving her a look, she quickly edits what she said. "I mean man."

Smiling at her correction, Danny is about to take his first bite when his father walks in. Walking over to the coffee maker, he pours himself a cup and then walks to the table. Sitting down he picks up his fork and cuts up his egg in preparation to eat. "Morning son, ready to get to the grind?" Mr. Locke says with pride, looking at his son who is dressed for work, old apron and all.

Looking at his father, Danny notes the cheap suit and tie and nods. "Yep... Just can't wait to sweep more floors, stock more shelves and draw pictures in the dust with my finger." He says knowing that his father isn't really paying attention.

He is reading the morning paper and eating his breakfast. Taking a sip of his coffee, he burps slightly then says, "There ya go my boy..."

Rolling his eyes, Danny finishes eating and is about to run off to work when his mother calls out from the living room. "Did you finish your orange juice, honey?"

Rolling his eyes again, he pivots, leans, reaches for the glass then downs it with one mighty swig. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he sets it down then hurries for the door. "Yes Mom! Gotta go!"

"Good bye dear, I love you!" She says from the living room. Uncovering the phone receiver, she brings it back to her ear and continues her conversation keeping her voice low. "Still there? Oh good. Yes Danny just went out the door. Mmmmhmmm... Yes. Oh thank you. I am just concerned, you know? He is a grown man and has yet to find a girlfriend. I think maybe... Oh? Thank you, thank you... I will make it up to you, I promise." Smiling, Mrs. Locke places the phone on the receiver then stands up and smooths out her dress. "William! It's time for you to get to the office!"

"Yeah, yeah..." He says standing up as he finishes the last of his coffee. Setting it down, he stuffs the last piece of toast in his mouth then hurries for the door, grabbing his briefcase from the floor along the way. "Byeth hun-EE" He says as crumbs dribble from his mouth.

"Good by dear. Have a good day." Mrs. Locke says, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek at the front door. Watching him disappear into the garage, the door opens a few seconds later and his Chevy Malibu barrels down the driveway in reverse. Sliding out into the road, the car then surges forward with Mr. Locke waving out the window. "Always in a hurry... One of these days he's going to get in an accident. Mark my words."

By mid afternoon Danny was bored. Having finished up the list Lucky gave him by lunch time, he spent the rest of his time hanging out behind the counter. Reading a magazine to pass the time, he glances up at the clock and sighs.

One o'clock...

Three hours to go.

About to drop his eyes back to the magazine lying on the counter, the door to the store opens and he looks to see who comes in. Eyes bulging out of his head, it is his old English teacher. Standing up immediately, he puts on his best smile as he swipes his hand through his hair. He has always had the biggest crush on her, besides Victoria of course, because she just exuded sophisticated sexuality. The way she used to rap the edge of a desk with her trusty ruler if a student wasn't paying attention was always firm and dominant. The way she walked was always careful and methodical, each foot one in front of the other with just the perfect amount of spacing and timing between them made her ass wiggle in just the perfect way. She may not have been busty like Vicki, but she sure was curvy. A natural hour glass, she had wide and round hips along with the perfect pair of 34C cup breasts and flat and trim stomach. Firm and round, they were the perfect compliment to her outstanding body.

And here she is still looking oh so hot and wearing clothes that match her prestigious and prim personality four years later. Perched atop a pair of red heels, her sexy legs are wrapped in the finest of dark brown nylon that disappear under a knee length skirt. Red and fitting like a glove, it shows off her shapely thighs and round hips perfectly before disappearing under an equally trim and fitted blazer. Red with black piping along the edges of the lapel, the coat has two rows of black buttons running down the front of neck to hem. Complete with padded shoulders and long sleeves, it does the perfect job emphasizing her perfect breasts. Wearing a pair of black gloves, she is also wearing a matching red hat with black rimming the broad brim and ribbon around the crown. Wearing the boater slightly cockeyed atop her head and pulled down in the front, it sits atop a fine coif of thick, chestnut brown hair. Not even cracking a smile, the woman walks in with an elegance that is far above this rather working class part of town.

Starting to sweat, Danny watches as she turns towards the counter and walks right towards it. Feeling her steely gaze lock onto him as her red painted lips crack into the slimmest of grins, he feels his knees instantly go week. Starting to shake, he is incredibly nervous when she stops in front of him.

"Danny..." She says, her voice trailing in her usual upper class accent, an accent that only growing up with a silver spoon in one's mouth can get. "I see you are back in town. Surprised that a Harvard graduate would CHOOSE to come back here of all the places much more suited to a man of your... Caliber." She says adding a touch of lust to her voice as the tip of her tongue flicks oh so gently across the top of her painted lips as her eyes glance downwards.

So wishing he had something to show, Danny instead tries to play cool and confident. Turning and resting an elbow on the counter, he leans and grins at her. "Mrs. English..."

"Vanessa..." She purrs, enjoying the subtle, but sharp inhalation of air that Danny takes followed by a renewed shiver.

Swallowing to steady his nerves, Danny feels something explode in his pants. Knowing full well he just came, he cannot stop himself from blushing. "Erm, uh... Ahem. Yes... Vanessa, one could say the same about you." He replies after a taking a moment or two to clear his throat and mind. Ignoring the sticky mess in his pants, Danny can relax a little bit more, but find his eyes gravitating to Vanessa's tits.

Even though she is 39, they look fantastic!

Seeing him relax and then stare right at her chest, Vanessa giggles internally, but tugs down on her jacket and looks him dead in the eye. Waiting for him to look into her steadfast greys is when she speaks. "Look, let's cut to the chase. I would like to take you out Friday night, welcome you home you see. If we... Click? We can do more. Now that you are out of High School there are no ethical concerns for me to worry about." Vanessa offers, purring softly and checking him out again.

Sweating all over again, all it takes is one more look down at Vanessa's smoking hot body for him to eagerly nod his head yes. "I accept!"

*Boom!*

Again?