Begging for It

An excerpt from Begging for It

Kelly came around the table. "I— I just want it so bad, Mr. Cross," she said. "I just know I can be great if I had the chance."

"Honey, go back home to Kansas," Mr. Cross said. "This town eats up girls like you. Besides," he said sadly, "I don't think you've got what it takes."

"What?" the girl was crushed.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but girls come to this town to become a star every day. And more often than not it chews them up and spits them out."

Kelly pushed Mr. Cross back in his chair. "Oh, I've got what it takes, Mr. Cross. And I'm not shy," she said. "I'm not shy at all. And I'll do anything for a chance to be a star." She opened the collar of her blouse. "Do you like girls, Mr. Cross?"

"What?"

"I mean, you're not a fag or anything, right?"

He smoothed his slicked back hair. "N— No. No, of course not, but—"

"Well, I've got big, big, dreams, sir. And I've got a pair of boobs to match. Would you like to see them, Mr. Cross?"

"Honey, I—"

She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and began to undo the buttons. He sat mesmerized by the sway of those enormous breasts. Her shirt came open and revealed a braless pair of breasts that could make a man's mouth water: big, round, and firm, perfect breasts with big nipples eager to be licked and sucked.

"Honey, you could be a big star."

"Please, Mr. Cross," the girl begged. "Just give me a chance. I want it so bad, I'll do anything."