Stories included in: Good Girls Story 1: All That Glitters Story 2: Molly Story 3: Baby Doll Story 4: Me and Mr. Collins
All That Glitters Jade had dreamed of being a wealthy wife one day, and she had done whatever she had to do to make that dream come true. Jade had married one of the wealthiest, most famous physicians in the world. She had a house that could be described as nothing less than a mansion, with three stories, an elevator, indoor and outdoor pools, and an endless supply of money to buy all the designer clothes that she desired. Jade’s best friend, Sandi, had married just as well as she, and the two of them had always done everything together, and being married didn’t end their fun. Sometimes, however, the two young brides get into a little more trouble than they had planned.
Molly When Molly goes to work at Miss Lorna’s, she cannot wait to meet the gentleman who will ask for her hand in marriage. Miss Lorna’s is where all the young girls of Charleston are sent to learn how to please a man. Molly knows nothing about pleasing a man, but is quite certain that she will be good at it. After all, she did earn excellent grades at her all girls’ school.
Baby Doll Every man wants Cheri, or so Cheri thinks. She is beautiful, with a gorgeous face, and a perfect body. Cheri is also a bitch, and as mean as she can possibly be until she gets her way. When Cheri’s older sister invites her to a party, Cheri acts like her usual bitchy self. But there is one man who will not give in to Cheri’s childish and selfish demands.
Me and Mr. Collins Winnie really doesn’t want to baby-sit this summer, but there is little else available for a twenty year old. When Winnie arrives at the huge Collins mansion, she is surprised that a man of only twenty-five owns such a lavish estate. Mr. Collins gives Winnie a Mercedes to drive, and lots of free time to do whatever she chooses. Winnie gives little thought to what Mr. Collins does for a living, until he discovers her swimming naked in his pool.
All That Glitters
As a little girl, Jade had often pretended to be rich and married to a doctor or a businessman. She and her girlfriends would dress up in their mothers’ best dresses and high heels, paint their faces with much too much makeup, and then strut around their tiny houses and daydream. “Well, I’m not dreaming any longer,” Jade said smugly, as she twirled around the soon-to-be library. Jade heard the doorbell that resonated throughout the mansion, and hurried to press one of many intercom buttons that could be found throughout the massive estate. “Yes?” she said, slyly. “Let me in, Mrs. rich doctor,” the young voice said. “Be right there,” Jade said, and took the elevator from the third floor down to the main level of her home. She and her best friend, Sandi, were as thick as thieves.
“So, how’s the rich life?” Jade giggled. “You tell me, Sandi.” Jade and Sandi had both decided when they were just eighteen that they were going to make their dreams of having a rich life come true, no matter what they had to do to get it. They had died their hair blonder than blonde and had had breast implants to a size D cup. They had been determined to marry doctors or wealthy businessmen. Every weekend Jade and Sandi had spent hours at the medical school where they had both been born years ago, and pretended to study in the medical library but were really watching and waiting for the many physicians and physicians-to-be that frequented the building. The two of them always went their together and it would never take long for them to catch the eye of a young doctor-to-be who needed a night off from studying. The poor saps that had eventually fallen for the two young vixens had no idea what the sly young girls had been up to. Jade and Sandi were experts at deceiving others. The two of them had been known as the “Thelma and Louise” of their high school. But in a lot of ways they had been admired, too. When Jade and Sandi set their minds to something, they always got what they wanted.
Sandi hadn’t seen the third floor of Jade’s home yet. She had been too busy recovering from her fake miscarriage, and her husband had insisted that she stay in bed. “Oh, Jade, this is beautiful,” Sandi said, and twirled around the room. “A ballroom would have been such fun.” Jade agreed. “Sounds better than a stuffy old library, but whatever. Parker does his thing, and I do mine.” “Shopping is still your thing, isn’t it, dawling?” “Of course, Sandi dear, same as yours.” “So, what is your famous husband doing this week?” Jade looked at her friend. “Um, I guess he’s, no, I’m sure he’s not leaving the city this week,” Jade finally said. “Like we care, right?” Sandi agreed. “You know it. And, what about Aaron?” “Well, now that I’m feeling much better, Aaron has resumed his long hours at the hospital. He just loves delivering babies.” “And you just love spending his money, right?” “Of course,” Sandi agreed. “Hey, I know what. Let’s go out tonight, just you and me. We’ll go back to one of the sleazy bars we used to go to in high school, and let the locals see just how well we’ve done. Then we’ll tease some of the guys who thought they had a slight chance of dating us in high school until they can’t stand it.”
Jade quickly left a note for her husband who probably wouldn’t even know she was gone, and then picked out the perfect skintight outfit to wear that night. “Come on. I’ll help you now.” Jade went with Sandi in her brand new Lexus and they drove the six blocks to Sandi’s house which was just as big and just as beautiful as Jade’s mansion. “Look at us,” they exclaimed. “We are quite the she-devils.” The two girls were still young enough to wear tight fitting low cut jeans, and with very expensive and low cut blouses and just the right amount of expensive perfume, they were dressed to impress. “You need to unbutton one more button, girl,” Jade told her friend. “We didn’t buy these boobs for nothing.” Sandi looked down at her blouse and unbuttoned another button. Then she pulled her boobs up and slightly out of her lacey bra, one at a time. “Perfect, my dear,” Jade said, and then they were off, to what they had always considered to be the wrong side of town.
Molly opened the ornate door to the big beautiful house where she would be working for however long it took her to repay the debt she owed to her mother for sending her to a private school. Molly’s mother had assured her that learning from Miss Lorna would be very rewarding. She had also told her that she would meet very wealthy men and with her good looks, she was sure to become a lady of grand status.
“Well, Molly Stevens, do come in,” a young woman said, as Molly entered the grand estate of Miss Lorna. “I’m here to see Miss Lorna,” she said sheepishly. “Yes, we’ve been expecting you. Right this way. Do hurry. We don’t want to keep Miss Lorna waiting. She is very busy.”
Molly walked quickly behind the young woman. The young woman certainly didn’t look like a lady to Molly. She wore high heels and black fishnet stockings and from behind, Molly could almost see all the way to her crotch. The young woman’s skirt was bright red and very snug against her butt. Molly’s mother would certainly never approve of Molly dressing like that. “Miss Lorna, this is Molly Stevens. Her mother sent her.”
Miss Lorna looked the young woman up and down. “Yes, yes, well, I see we have our work cut out for us, don’t we Lacy,” she said to the young woman. “Yes, Miss Lorna.” Turning to Molly, Miss Lorna said, “Lacy will see to it that you are properly dressed. Then you will return to me.” Molly nodded.
She followed Lacy up a winding staircase to the second floor which was lined with doors. “Are these all bedrooms?” Lacy turned around. “Shh. People work up here. We must not disturb them.” Molly was quiet, and walked behind Lacy to a room at the far end of the hall.
Cheri walked into the house and immediately all eyes were on her. “Hi, Carl. Where’s the booze?” Carl couldn’t take his eyes off of the gorgeous Cheri. “Right in here, my dear,” a voice from the adjoining room called.
Cheri tossed her jacket toward Carl and walked into the adjoining room. “So, you’re Lori’s little sister. Not so little from where I’m standing. Remember me?” Carl’s friend, Tom, was staring right at Cheri’s boobs. “Oh, sure, how could I forget? Now, shut up and pour me some wine. You do have wine, don’t you?” “Of course,” he said, realizing that Cheri’s beauty was only skin deep. But, so what if it was. He was only looking for a one night stand, or even a one hour stand. It wasn’t like he wanted to settle down and have kids with her. “Here you go.” No thank you or anything, Tom thought.
Lori and Carl walked into the room. “Would you stop staring, Carl?” Lori reprimanded. “I wasn’t staring,” he protested. “Sure he was,” Cheri said. “Carl wants me, doesn’t he, sis?” Lori could see that Cheri was well on her way to becoming blitzed, and was more obnoxious than usual tonight. “Excuse us, ladies,” Tom said, pulling Carl by the arm.
Tom walked toward the door with his arm around Cheri, her large breasts bouncing up and down underneath her sweater. Lori started to look up, but Carl kissed her so that she couldn’t see what was happening. Most of the other guys were staring at Cheri’s chest, their mouths hanging open. Cheri was stumbling, trying hard not to fall down. They left the room, and Lori could hear whispers and the words, Cheri and big tits. She looked up. “Where’s Cheri?” Carl looked around, pretending not to know what was going on. “I don’t know. Guess she went somewhere with Tom.” The music picked up, and Lori loved to dance. Carl couldn’t help but smile for his friend Tom.
Me and Mr. Collins
Mr. Collins opened the door to a young blonde haired woman who couldn’t have been more than seventeen. “May I help you?” he asked. “I’m here about the ad posted at my school,” she said. “Well, Miss, I was looking for a college student,” he answered. “Yes, sir, that’s why I’m here. I’m a sophomore at Wake Forest.” Hmm, he thought. Looks like she comes from money. “Wake Forest, hmm. Well, come in, dear,” he said.
Mr. Collins led the young girl into his study. “Have a seat, Miss, Miss…” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Winifred Duncan, but call me Winnie, please.” “I’ll do that. Call me Brad.” Brad looked at the papers that Winnie had brought with her. “You do realize that you will be caring for my young son. He is five and quite a handful.” “Yes, sir,” Winnie said shyly. “Do you have prior childcare experience?” “Yes, sir. I have been babysitting since I was fifteen.” Brad looked at the young girl. She looks so young, he thought. “Well, you will need to be here tomorrow morning at six. I’m a very busy man, and my days are long. That means, my dear, that your days will be long, too.” Winnie nodded. Mr. Collins had many questions about this young girl, but didn’t have the time to ask them. She looked good on paper. Maybe that was enough. Brad stood up and offered his hand. Winnie was on her feet instantly. “Well, that is all. Six in the morning.” As Winnie walked to the door, the only thing that Brad could see wrong with her was that her skirt was too short, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Winnie almost hated going back to the big empty estate alone. She really didn’t have anything to do, so she explored a little more of the massive estate. She went into the library, but soon noticed that it wasn’t filled with books. This is where he keeps his films. Winnie looked around at the massive display. She couldn’t resist. I always thought these movies were made by perverts or weirdos, but Mr. Collins seems so normal. Winnie pulled one out and looked at it. “Hmm, this looks good.” The title read, “Mandy Does the Mister”, and Winnie popped it into the machine. Winnie had never seen films quite like this. “These are definitely triple X. I’ve always wanted to see one of these.” Winnie felt kind of sleazy as she watched the adult film, but it was strangely erotic to her. The opening scene was of a young girl working for her boss. “This is one of your ‘other duties’,” the man said. “But, I’ve never done that,” she protested. Winnie slouched down in the big comfy chair. She could see the pool from the library, and thought about how good the water would feel on her naked skin. Winnie was fairly inexperienced in things of a sexual nature, but she had fooled around some with boyfriends. “Maybe I’ll try out the pool naked after I watch this porn flick.”
Winnie watched most of the film, but kept watching the water of the pool outside. She had never been skinny dipping before, but no one was around. She went out back and unbuttoned her blouse. She stood in her bra and looked around. The entire place was fenced, so there was no way anyone could see her. She looked down at her teenaged breasts. “I wish I had big ones like the girls in Mr. Collins’ films.” She undid her bra and laid it with her blouse on one of the lawn chairs. She cupped her young breasts, trying to make them appear larger. “At least they’re firm,” she said, pinching her nipples. Her last boyfriend liked to nibble on her nipples. Winnie giggled when she thought of it. It had felt good to Winnie. When Winnie was completely naked, she looked down at her skinny young frame. Her stomach was flat and firm, her legs were long, and her butt was small and firm. Winnie walked to the diving board and stepped up onto it. “I could be a model,” she said, and pretended she was on a runway.