Chapter 2

Candice POV

I had turned to leave, but with his one question, I felt my pulse begin to race. I slowly spun back to face him. "Dad and mom seem to think you're going to offer him a promotion of some sort." I hoped I wasn't doing more harm than good, but something in the way Ben had spoken to me told me there was more to tonight's dinner than my parents or I realized.

"There is that, but there is something else too," Ben told me. He stepped closer to me. I backed up. His grin was crooked as he reached out and touched my arm. "If my memory serves me right, you're a Junior in college, keeping costs down, living at home, saving on tuition, and all that?" His fingers trailed down to my elbow and across my forearm, while his gaze drifted to my breasts.

I crossed my arms, pulled away from him, and leaned against the wall. "Do you mind?" I said, though I didn't walk away or chastise him in any other way. "I'm starting my Senior year this Fall. I'm twenty-one and will turn twenty-two a few weeks after school starts." I looked at his hand and found myself curious as to how it would feel resting where his eyes were. A warm blush settled on my cheeks. "I'm on break right now, and head back Monday. College is expensive, so yeah, we've found ways to cut costs. I'm hoping to find a job this summer and help out more."

He nodded his head in agreement. Ben's eyes drifted down to my hips and then my legs, before traveling back up to stare into my eyes. "It's probably not been easy, has it, the last couple of years? I do know your parents' income isn't the best, but with the promotion that will change," he said.

I tried to smile. My words, "That's awesome. Does dad know about it?" came out soft and low.

"Oh, I'm sure he does."

"And tonight is what, a test? As well as work?" I asked. I was not lost to the fact that the man was still intrigued by my figure. Inwardly, I found it exciting yet fearful. I licked my lips and smiled a crooked smile, hoping he saw that I was not completely turned off by his wandering eyes. The idea of offering to blow Tarnish for a few bucks and thus secure my daddy's promotion wasn't unappealing at all.

"That's exactly what it is," Ben said. He hooked a finger between my blouse and the top button.

"And what is this test?" I asked. My breath quickened. I wondered when would be a good time to tell him about my fees and how far I was willing to go.

"With your help, there wouldn't need to be a test. His chances could be guaranteed under the right circumstances," Ben answered.

I felt my pussy tighten. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to pretend indifference to his actions. He popped one button loose. I shivered, tilted my head, and watched his hand come up; his thumb traced the shape of my lips. I blushed profusely. My pulse skipped a beat, while his finger slipped along the seam of my closed mouth. The tip of my tongue darted out. His skin tasted salty. My pussy tingled as he pushed his thumb between the petals of flesh. I rolled my tongue slowly around the digit and fought to keep my eyes locked with his.

He pushed the finger in further; I complied by opening my mouth more and moving my head forward and back so his thumb slid easily between my lips. Ben pulled the digit out and stepped closer.

I pressed myself against the wall. "Are these the right circumstances, Mister Tarnish?" I whispered. I placed myself in a different state of mind. The businesswoman inside me came out, pushing the college innocent persona away. My skin was hot to the touch; my fingers were clenched into tight fists at my sides.

Ben stroked my cheek and pressed his thumb against the pulse of my neck. "I do believe it's a start," he said, before lowering his mouth to mine.

The kiss was unlike any I had before. This was a kiss from a man, an experienced man. He took control of my mouth, tilted my chin, and dove deep to explore the soft, sweet cavern. Our tongues swept side to side, tasting each other. I moaned. I felt myself slipping from the wall and falling into him.

Ben's hands dropped to my hips. He pulled me against him, deepened the kiss, and sucked on my tongue. When he left my mouth alone, it was only to glide his lips across my jaw and down my neck.

"So, Candice, you're still a virgin, but give good head, at least the kid seemed satisfied." His words made me shiver. "I think one way to ensure your father gets that promotion is for you to show me what you can do with a man's cock, and you won't be charging me," he whispered.

My eyes grew wide in their sockets. "I never said I was a vir...," I paused and blinked rapidly, "How did you know about the other stuff?" I squeaked out the question.

Ben smirked. "You can't suck off some of the richest boys on campus and not expect word to leak out to their buddies and their buddies' dads," he winked. "Boys talk, and you're the talk of the town right now, at least the inner circle of the more notable fellows." He then raised a brow, adding, "I already knew you weren't a virgin. Figured I'd play along for a bit," he confessed with a mock smile.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before biting down on my lip. I knew people were aware of what I was doing. The fact I'd gotten away with it for so long had surprised me, but no one in authority had ever questioned me. Now I wondered why. Did the boys and their daddies hold a little more sway than I realized? I swore to find out more about some of my past dealings later; right now, I had my dad's boss standing in front of me, offering me a way to secure my father's future.

The idea of sucking the man's cock made my pussy swell with anticipation. My nipples hardened; my hips pressed reflexively back against his erection. I looked up, held his gaze, and blinked several times. Ben stood there, waiting. We both knew what was going to happen.

He stepped back, and I dropped to my knees. I reached out and released his belt and the button of his pants. The zipper gave out easily. The outline of his cock showed a much larger penis than Bobby's. Instantly, my mouth watered in anticipation. I was eager for the cum that would flow thick down my throat. I licked my lips and held his gaze while pulling his pants and boxers down. The cock, now free of clothing, bounced in front of my face.

The touch of his hand on my head was encouraging. I cupped his balls, felt the softness of the shaved flesh, and rolled the spheres between my fingers. He combed my hair with his hands, as I wrapped my fingers around his dick and slowly began to stroke his length. "You're big," I said, as I examined the engorged veins and angry red tip.

"I'm average, but thanks for the compliment," he said with a chuckle.

"Average or not, Bobby's dick is smaller, not bad, but smaller and thinner. Yours is, well, nice," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Scared?" Ben asked with a smile on his lips.

I grinned. "Hardly."

I leaned in and brought his cock to my mouth. When I heard his murmurs of approval, I felt a sense of pride.

Ben watched as my tongue swirled around the head of his dick and toyed with the hole. I slid the flat of the muscle down the full length and back up again. My hand held his balls; my fingertips pushed and played with them, gently kneading the sensitive flesh. One of my nails dragged along the thin skin under his sack.

"Nice," Ben told me. The sensation of me sucking his cock head made Ben's eyes close on their own accord. He pushed my head down, and I answered with a moan and grunt that echoed around his rod. The skin was pulled tight against the muscle of his shaft. I felt his balls being toyed with and the innocent press of my nail, scratching at his sack, made his toes curl. "You're very good, Candice." He gathered my hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fingers. He pulled me up and stared at my open lips. "I'm a man, though, not a boy."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Suck my balls and then I'll fuck your face."

His words left me breathless.

I sank lower, angled my head so I was looking up at his testicles. I had read greed in his eyes. Desire skirted the edges of my panties, making them moist and sticky. With a need to please my father's boss, aiding me, I opened my mouth and began to lap at each marble until I was ready to consume them both in a blanket of heat.

I caught Ben's gaze. He watched, seemingly fascinated by me, and I wondered what other tempting thoughts my actions were provoking. As I suckled his balls, I thought of other ways to help my father. I pulled his balls deep into my mouth, and he bucked against my face.

"Fuck that was nice," he told me. I repeated the motion and took his testicles even further.

Ben grabbed my hair, pulled me off his sack, and shoved his cock into my open and eager-to-please mouth. He fucked me hard and fast, forcing me to accept the length or gag in the process. I swallowed and took deep gulps of air, eventually accepting the force and speed with which he was using me.

I knew he had to hear my sounds of distress, but still, he drove himself to a pending release. I held his ass cheeks as he anchored himself to my sinful lips. When his cum shot out, it coated my throat and bubbled around the edges of my lips. He pulled out and shot another sticky stream of juice over my face. I coughed, but he held me close so the last volley sprayed me again, this time landing on my silk blouse. I cursed, fell back, and wiped my face.

My legs were open, and my skirt had risen up. The air my lungs craved was dragged in by deep gulps. I tasted his seed on my tongue, swallowed, and tasted it more in my throat. My hand, covered in cum, was wiped on my skirt. I stared back at Ben with mixed emotions.

He looked down at my open legs and raised skirt. My chest rose and fell as I breathed. "Your dad and mom are going away this weekend," he said. There was no doubt at all that Ben had found what he was looking for. I was the perfect girl for what he and his cohort and business partner were planning.

I stared at him, confusion evident on my face.

"I'm going to send your dad to Vegas for a meeting with one of our clients. Your mom will go; I'll make sure they know it's my way of sealing the deal for your dad's promotion. A gift to the new assistant manager and his wife," Ben told me.

My gaze held his as he squatted down and touched my knee. "While your dad and mom are out, you're going to earn your daddy his promotion."

I swallowed my unspoken words. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, and I wasn't going to earn anything, but the next set of words he spoke made me hesitate.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to be here bright and early. You do this, and you'll also earn some money for tuition," Ben assured me.

I tilted my head. "How much?" I asked.

Ben laughed. "Enough," he paused and scooted a hand up my thigh, "as long as you make it worth my while. Remember, boys talk. You've been selling yourself short, Candice. I have a feeling you're worth more than you realize. I'm going to use you and pay you real good when I'm done. Now, go upstairs and wash off my cum. I'll start supper. What was your mother planning?" Ben stood up as if he had just finished a business merger.

I also rose from the floor. I looked at my ruined shirt, tasted Ben in my mouth, and licked my lips. "Steaks, veggies, and a pasta salad," I said as if I were living some weird dream.

"I can handle that. I'll find what I need, you go get cleaned up, and while you're up there, why not take a moment to fuck yourself. I have a feeling your panties are soaked." He turned and left me to my own devices.