He likes what he sees.... and wants more

Mr Taylor seemed to like what he saw. He stepped forward and took her wrist, holding her at arms’ length while he continued to admire her. "I didn't even know you had a boyfriend." he said, his eyes still looking her up and down, "Who's the lucky guy?"

"No, really, Mr. Taylor." she said. "There isn’t a boy."

"So you're just going out alone like that? You look hotter than hell. I never would have guessed it Vanessa, a good little girl like you.” For a moment he looked slightly disapproving, as though his parental instinct had kicked in and he thought she should be sent to her room or something. That look quickly gave way to his previous lecherous stare, and it was clear he didn’t want to send her away. “You look like a regular little tramp, you know that? Just a little piece of ass."

"Oh God, no, I would never let anyone see me like this. No…" she said again, and she twisted her body around in an attempt to get her arm away from him. The snaps on the dress were down far enough to give him a generous shot of her cleavage which was only enhanced by her twisting and straining, and she could see her own flesh tremble as she fought for her arm.

"But you dress the part," he said, "Does that mean you can play it too? Are you really that hot, Vanessa? You know how to handle a man?"

"Please…"

"Please what, you little whore? Please what?"

His voice had gotten deeper now, and Vanessa knew something was going to happen that was beyond her control. He grabbed her other wrist and pushed her back against the refrigerator, holding her hands over her head and leaning his body against hers. Little alphabet magnets went skittering across the floor, dislodged from their place by his sudden move. His hands holding hers were strong, and his strength was unaccountably exciting to her.

"Mr. Taylor, don't do this." she begged.

While she loved to fantasize she wasn't really ready for reality but didn't know if Mr Taylor was going to be able to resist the slutty whore she had turned herself into... standing in her moms kitchen dressed like a teenage whore with her pussy juice running through her panties she didn't know if she could resist but was afraid she was about to be ****...