Little Dancer Ch. 01-02

Chapter One

I always feel naked when I'm in the office and don't have a suit on. It was Sunday and the sun was just starting to go down in the west. The shadows were getting longer and darker by the minute. There was hardly a person in the streets as I stood at the large window in my office and stared down from the second story.

It was getting harder and harder for me to focus on my work and I was struggling to keep focused on the numbers. I found myself being more and more drawn to the street, there was really nothing going on outside, but staring out the window was far better than the tedium of spreadsheets inside.

I avoided working the weekend if I could help it, but rarely did I have a choice in the matter, things had to get done and I could generally work more effectively at the office versus at home. It was always too distracting at home, especially on a beautiful summer Sunday when there wasn't a cloud in the sky with a gentle breeze playing through the trees, like today.

I came to town, oh, about 15 years ago, after a stint with one of the international CPA firms in the big city. It's not a huge town, maybe 30k permanent residents, it's a university town, so lots of work for me from the university community. Of course the population nearly doubles with the students around, but during the summer, most of them leave, so it's quite pleasant. I've got a captive clientele though; university professors, staff, a good crowd with steady paychecks and lots of investments they need to manage and pay as little tax as possible on.

I lived in town when I first set up shop but ended up moving like 20 minutes away after a few years. I know it doesn't sound that far, but it's a world away. I wanted privacy, none of the gossip of a small college life, I didn't want neighbors to deal with and bitch to me if I didn't cut my grass or plant flowers and crap. I wanted trees, land, to be left alone. And the drive, it's not bad at all, it's all country roads, driving past farmers fields and pastures. I love it to be honest. The smell of manure, as odd as it may sound, it triggers positive memories from childhood for me.

At this stage, I own my office building. It's nothing extravagant, mid-century brick, elegant, three stories. It's a pretty typical Midwestern downtown-ish building, though, back in the 80s, before I bought it, one of the former owners added a sliver of a building on an old parking lot, a modern looking thing; sharp lines, mostly glass... The 2nd and 3rd stories have floor to ceiling panels of glass, and that's where my office is, on the 2nd floor. Maybe if the windows were a little smaller, then I wouldn't spend so much time staring out them.

I've got a little apartment I crash in sometimes upstairs, if the weather gets too bad, or I don't feel like driving. The original building is the product of the cold war, so there is a huge bunker/bomb shelter down in the basement, though, I haven't been down there in years. One of the local restaurants wanted to rent it as a wine cellar a while ago, but I passed, the only entrance is via the basement, and it's hidden at that, so I didn't want to deal with people traipsing through my office to get some diners wine all the time. Like I said, I rather enjoy my privacy.

It's really just a one-man operation, my firm. Though, I bring in a couple people during the rush times to help out, but it's mostly me, since I've still got to check their work regardless. I guess it saves me from some of the drudgery at least, but that's about it. I also work with the university's business school and bring in a couple interns every semester, preferably, young attractive girls, of course. That's how I got my current secretary/office manager Anna. She's 24 now, she was an intern for me, graduated, but didn't really wanna pursue a hardcore career, she's got side interests - she's a music groupie - so working for me, it lets her stay in town, follow the bands that come to play and follow some of them around on tour occasionally. She's kind of a music junkie, she loves the concert scene, loves live shows, loves being on the road with the bands. It works for me, she sticks around when it's busy, then disappears for a few weeks at a time in the summer following her most current obsessions on the road. They're not bands I care about, but she does her job, keeps the office running, and, to my great joy, she's also a needy submissive who loves cock, so she blows me at least once a day, among other things, but we'll get to that later.

I never married, I was a career man for awhile, shooting for partner desperately, but I saw the toll it took on my mentor, so I said fuck it. That's when I hung out my shingle and haven't looked back. It worked out better than I could have ever imagined, and, I've never really wanted the family thing, and I get more pussy in middle age than I did when I was in college. Of course, there are always lots of young college girls roaming around town who like older guys with some money.

I stood up and stared out the window again, I was having a harder and harder concentrating on the numbers, and the shadows were starting to get really long. I could hear the campanile from the church down the street indicating the service was over. I needed to try and finish the audit I was working on, but I really didn't want to.

I saw her at a distance, but even then I could tell she was gorgeous, unique. She was heading toward my end of the street. I was on the main drag, but it was a small town, and past my office, the properties started to spread out, businesses stopped and houses started, houses with high hedge rows and brick walls. It was pretty dramatic actually, how quickly the main drag stopped and the country started. It's like the town grew, but then suddenly stopped, afraid to go any further.

As she moved closer my radar was confirmed by my vision. I could feel my dick starting to get hard just watching her. She'd obviously just come from church. She wore heels, but nothing too dramatic, conservative, but with style. She didn't look overly tall. She wore a lovely black knee-length skirt and a white blouse. It was buttoned high, but I could see her lovely, though not too large, breasts pressing against the pure linen of her top.

I knew she couldn't see me watching her, the windows were tinted and with a mirror finish at that, so I could see out, but she couldn't see in. It was good, because I had my had my hands down my shorts rubbing my aching dick. I don't know why today, but I'd never felt the degree of instant lust, the fire that I felt at that moment with this girl.

She ambled under my window and proximity did nothing to lessen my opinions about her, she was phenomenal. She had long straight blonde hair. The cut was non-descript, but absolutely lovely nonetheless, it fit her perfectly.

I wasn't thinking, just reacting. The girl carried a gym bag, and I knew where she was going. The last business past my office was a dance studio and I knew she must be heading there. I raced down the stairs, grabbed a dark hoddie I had hanging in the hall toward the back door. It was a Sunday and I'd gone for a run before I got to the office so I had on shorts and sneakers, black shorts, and black shoes, it was perfect, though I really wasn't thinking that far ahead.

My heart was pounding as I snuck out the back door and out onto the sidewalk. I wasn't thinking, just operating on adrenaline and lust. I didn't have a clue what I was doing as I skulked around the back of my building, then into the street. The girl, she was at the door of the studio and I just barely saw her go inside. Darkness was setting in quickly, there were just a few streaks of the fading sun, and this far to the edge of the main drag, there were no streetlights, just a few porch lights on some of the houses.

The lights of the dance studio came to life. I wasn't being rationale, I know that, but I also knew, she was the only one in the studio, there was no class, just her. Maybe she was a teacher getting in a post church practice? I'd never seen her before, never.

I moved slowly past the front window. The lights were on, but there was nobody in the studio yet. I knew she must be changing so I snuck around the back of the building. My head was pounding and my ears were ringing. If I'd have thought about what I was doing, perhaps I would have realized the path I was going on was wrong, but I wasn't thinking, and at the moment, I didn't give a fuck if it were right, or wrong, that's for sure.

I tested the back door of the building, it was unlocked. I guess I really wasn't shocked, there is little to no crime in town, but for a few out of control frat boys partying too loud and stuff like that, but true crime, no, not at all. So people often left their doors unlocked. Hell, I often did at the office too.

As slowly, and quietly, as I could, I turned the handle and gently pushed the door open. I could hear the music on in the studio now, and hear the girl's exertions on the dance floor. I knew I didn't have to be quite so cautious, she couldn't hear me over the music, but still I moved as stealthily as I could.

As soon as I was in I made sure the door was closed, and locked. I caught a little peek at her dancing in the front room. She'd pulled the blinds so nobody could see in, though I wouldn't go for her in the studio, I found a spot in the changing room and waited.

There were a couple rows of lockers where the girls stored their stuff and it made it easy to hide in the shadows out of sight. I could tell her locker, her clothes were strewn around casually in front of it. Her phone was on top of her skirt and blouse, I turned it off and hid it in the pocket of my hoodie.

The girl, she was diligent, she kept going and going. I hadn't even thought to grab my phone when I bolted out of the office and I rarely wore a watch, so I wasn't sure how much time passed. I was starting to get a little stiff and uncomfortable as I sat there in silence, but never once did I think about the ramifications of what I was doing, the only thing I could think about now was fucking the girl.

The light came on in the changing room. I could barely see the girl as she went to her locker. She didn't notice her phone was gone, she was in a tight ballet outfit. The girl was incredible, absolutely gorgeous.

She gathered her towel and went to the shower. My heart was beating like mad as the water turned on and cascaded over her lovely body. My dick was so hard it wasn't even funny. I knew I was going to rape her, I wanted to fuck her so bad and all I had to do now was pounce.

Maybe subconsciously I actually considered what I was doing, because I paused, but I didn't actively think.

The girl was at her locker. I watched her pull on her panties, then step into her skirt. She pulled her blouse over her shoulders, but didn't put on her bra.

At that instance I attacked. I'd found a knife in the office as I'd waited for her and I was on her in an instant. With one hand I had the knife to her throat, and with the other I clamped my hand over her mouth. I easily held her in my grasp, she was perhaps 5'3", and I was 6'2".

"Don't say a fucking word bitch!" I spoke smoothly, but forcefully, into her ear.

"If you fuck with me, I'll fucking kill you!" I didn't know who was talking, it was me, but it wasn't me, it was whatever had invaded me.

I'd also found some duct tape as I was waiting on my prey.

"Don't fucking move or make a sound cunt!" The girl started whimpering as I took my hand from her mouth and the blade from her throat. I quickly tore a piece of tape and pressed it tightly over her mouth, then I grabbed her arms and started wrapping her wrists together behind her back. She sobbed, but didn't fight me.

"That's it baby, I knew you wanted to get fucked!" I took hold of her thick mane of blonde hair and jerked her head back so she was staring me in the eyes. I bent her over one of the benches in the changing room. I kicked her legs wide with my knees, then reached around and grabbed her tits. They weren't huge, but absolutely lovely, everything I'd imagined they'd be.

"God what nice fucking tits!" I pinched her nipples till she shrieked.

I could feel her fingers wiggling against my belly as I mauled her tits. She was sobbing desperately, crying with snot running down her nose.

I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties around her knees. My cock hurt as I scraped the fabric of my shorts trying to get it out.

I took hold of the girls hair and tugged on it brutally, like the reins of a horse. The girl wailed as I slammed my thick hard cock in her pussy without any gentleness.

"Fuck!" The girl was impossibly tight and screeched for all her might. The sound was heaven to my ears, I knew the girl was a virgin.

"Incredible!" My heart was pounding, I could feel the sweat pouring off my body onto hers. My hips slammed forward like a jackhammer as I drove her thighs harshly into the wooden bench with each brutal thrust of my cock.

I rutted her like an animal, pulling viciously on her hair as I rammed my dick into her convulsing pussy over and over again.

I'd never cum that hard in my life, it felt like my balls were burning as I came in her belly. My dick kept pumping and pumping, it was the most glorious feeling I've ever had. When I finally stopped spewing, I was more spent than I've ever been. I collapsed on the girl finally letting go of her hair, my arms hanging limp over her body as she sobbed and cried beneath me, my twitching dick still impaled in her quivering hole.

I don't know how long I lay atop her. She never stopped crying or moaning in pain.

"Fuck!" My dick ached and actually hurt as I eased it out of her pussy.

"Holy fucking shit that was incredible." I stood over her, grabbed her long hair and used it to dry my prick before I eased it back in my shorts. I sat on the bench just down from where she was bent over it. I felt her phone in my hoodie and I tossed it on the ground under her. I reached under her and grasped her nipples, I tugged and pulled on them till she squealed again.

"What lovely fucking tits cunt." She sobbed, and tried to work herself off the bench, but before she could I took her under her arms and lifted her up, pushing her against the lockers I stood in front of her, over her.

"You're not going to say a word to fucking anybody, you understand me?" Tears streaked down her cheeks taking with them the last remnants of makeup she'd been wearing to church.

"You ever say a thing and I kill you." I let go of her, and she stayed standing, pressed against the lockers. I found her purse in her bag and dug through it till I found her wallet, I pulled out her drivers license and held it up for her to see.

"You say a word, and I'll come after you, and, and your family." I held a picture of a group of people in their Sunday best.

"I take that's who these people are." I reached out and grabbed for the end of the tape stuck across her lips and jerked it off.

"You understand me cunt?" I loomed over her and she nodded reluctantly.

"Now, when I leave here, I want you to get dressed, go home, and never speak of this again, you understand me?" She was trembling softly.

"yes" She was barely audible.

"What was that cunt?"

"Yes." I loved the way she cowered as I stood over her. I had no idea what had got into me, who was talking, but I liked him. I'd never done anything like this before, and had never felt anything so good, so amazing, in my life.

I looked at the drivers license for the first time.

"So, Haley, nice to meet you." She didn't say a word.

"We should do this again sometime." I chuckled.

"Definitely nice to meet you though." I ran my fingers over her chin, then down between her breasts and over her belly.

"You've got a nice tight pussy babe!" I grabbed her by the shoulder and twisted her around, pushing her face against the lockers I took the knife from my pocket and cut the duct tape from her wrists.

"You don't mind cleaning up a little, do you?" I laughed and went out the back door.

Little Dancer

By

Semiater

Chapter Two

I was too wide-awake to sleep when I got back in the office. I sat in the darkness staring out my office window, waiting, wanting, to see if she walked past. It took a couple hours, but she finally did. Her gait was different, less strident, less confident, but other than that, she looked the same. She was still in her skirt and blouse, heels, but her top was no longer tucked in and the buttons weren't done up as high. My dick went hard as I saw her pass, actually, my dick had never gone soft at all I was so turned on it wasn't even funny.

I thought about following her, tracking her, seeing where she was parked, what kind of car she drove, but I didn't need to. I had her drivers license and I'd taken her registration along with a few other documents from her wallet. I don't know why I took them, I don't know why I did anything I had that evening, I'd planned nothing, it was all a whim.

I knew I couldn't make the drive home, so some time in the middle of the night I finally went up to my apartment and collapsed in the bed. The rush, the adrenaline had finally worn off and I crashed hard, though I never stopped thinking about raping the girl, I even dreamed about it.

"Alan." I heard the knock at the door, but didn't respond.

"Alan, are you alright? Anna came into the apartment and started tapping me on the shoulder.

"Are you alright?" It was hard wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Yeah." I rolled on my back, Anna was standing over me. She'd been my secretary since she'd graduated a couple years ago, she did everything around the office, she was good at what she did, so long as she got her time off to follow the bands she loved, she'd do whatever I asked, or needed.

"Yeah, yeah, just tired."

"You look a mess. Did you stay late working on that audit?" My head was pounding and my dick was throbbing.

"Thanks, you look good too." I got up on my elbow and looked at Anna. She was beautiful. She had on a nice long skirt, a frilly top with a nice amount of cleavage showing. She was probably 5'3", but always had on at least 3" heels. She was eye candy my clients enjoyed, but none so much so as me, because she wasn't merely eye candy to me.

"What happened?" She helped me sit up. I was sore as hell.

"Went for a run, worked late, guess I just didn't realize how tired I was." I ran my hand through my hair.

"You need a shower, I'll have coffee ready for you when you come down, to get you going." Anna winked.

"Yeah, I'll need it!" I winked back.

"Give me like a ½ hour and I'll be down." She was already heading out the door when I rose my weary body off the bed.

"You'd better be!" She chimed in enthusiastically. My hips, my thighs, my stomach, my dick, they all ached. I went to the closet and pulled out a dark blue suit for the day, I was feeling adventurous.

Anna handed me a huge mug of coffee as I came down the stairs and entered the office, officially. Nobody else was in this time of year intern wise and she wouldn't unlock the door for clients until 10:30. I went straight to my desk. I couldn't help looking out the window and wondering about the girl.

"I didn't get fully dressed this morning." Anna was just to my left, she opened up her blouse, she wore no bra and had clover clamps pinching her nipples tight, dragged down by a heavy chain hung between them. Instantly my dick came to attention. I reached out and tugged hard on the chain.

"What's this, jewelry?" Anna moaned as the clamps squeezed tighter and tighter on her nipples with the strain I put on the chain.

"On your knees!" I tugged the chain hard so her breasts were near my face.

"Yes Master!" Anna went to her knees between my spread thighs. She expertly worked my raging cock out of my pants. She barely had time to open her mouth to take me in before I was pressing on the back of her head, forcing her to deep throat me.