Courtney The Golf Cart Girl- Chapter Two
(Ed Note: Part two of the continuing story of a New Jersey golf course golf course girl who uses her special talents to earn a college scholarship).
The knowledge that Courtney Connors was blowing her way into college bounced around in my head nightly for days.
Weâve all heard stories about girls who blew their professor to get a good grade, but the revelation that Courtney was using her mouth as an avenue to get into college gave new meaning to the thought of working hard over the summer to have money to use at the university.
Thoughts of the cart girl smiling and teasing golfers as she whisked around the golf course brought a smile to my face, but thoughts of her caught in the act of fellating several lofty club members brought blood to my groin. Heading to work was no longer a chore. I looked forward to the possibility of seeing dear little blonde Courtney, knowing a secret that, if revealed, would shock the county, to say nothing of friends and wives.
Heck, knowing what I knew about the girl and her visits to the parking lot made me look at her in a completely different light. While I still was transfixed upon her shapely legs which protruded from her white shorts, the memory of her milking club memberâs cocks was the kind of vision one could only dream about. The only problem was I could never get enough of playing voyeur in this little one-act play.
I found myself asking to work the same days as Courtney, hoping to catch her in the act again. It was a perilous activity, as I had to be careful as not to cause suspicion of my actions, not only from the blue-eyed 19-year-old, but from my bosses as well. On more than one occasion I received a âtalking toâ for leaving my post near the cart barn while checking to see if Courtney was satisfying her âclientsâ or whatever it was you called guys who used her âservicesâ.
For the first week or so after I overheard Mr. Mack and Mr. Gamble discussing their arrangement with the young girl, the deal which the two real estate executives agreed to have their company provide her with a scholarship, I thought of her has a whore. I mean, what is selling your body for sex if not a hooker? Why is she any different than any woman of the evening who stands on a street corner offering her services. Why a high class call girl is still a hooker, right?
Then again, there was a little bit of Robin Hood in her endeavor. She wasnât robbing the rich to give to the poor, mind you, but she was reallocating cash from somebody who had it (the real estate guys) to someone who didnât (Courtney). Or at least that was my rationalization on why Courtney was still relatively pure and not some cheap whore.
So in my mind Courtney was merely a smart businessperson who was using her talented mouth and body attributes to work her way into college. It was as simple as that. Still, the knowledge that she was a naughty, naughty girl kept me up some nights fantasizing about watching her perform and even sampling some of her services myself.
Of course, every day was a new surprise. Bill Sinclair, son of the mayor of a local town and a club member himself, dated Courtney a few times that summer. On a rare occasion where Bill, a high school classmate, and I jawed at a meeting my the clubhouse, he intimated how his goal for the summer was to get into Courtneyâs pants. Which means he wasnât already in them, a surprise to me as I thought be bagged nearly every girl we knew. So maybe wasnât putting out for anyone with a cock. No matter how hard I spied I didnât catch her in the act with anyone but the two real estate guys and that one time with their clients.
Still I looked as often as I could at the parking lot, spying for any telltale sign of a rendezvous.
It was a steamy hot July night and I had a feeling that one of the real estate guys was going to get lucky and score with the beautiful cart girl. After their round Mr. Gamble unknowingly confirmed that when he bid Mr. Mack goodbye after their round.
âHave a great night, Mac, I gotta get to a meeting,â said Mr. Gamble to his partner. âThink of me while you are, uh, doing whatever youâre going to do.â
I remember thinking that was an odd thing for a guy to say to another guy, and that sparked my thoughts that it was Mr. Mackâs time for a visit with Courtney. Mr. Mack laughed, and mentioned he needed to hit the shower before his âappointmentâ. He had a big smile on his face when Courtney drove up seconds later in her beverage and snack-stocked cart, and the two exchanged the kind of glance that only lovers do when they donât want someone to know about their relationship.
Alone with Courtney a little bit later I asked how her summer was going.
âReally good, Jon, Iâm making good tips and getting a tan while I am at it, what could be better?â she said with a smile, turning in the seat and offering me a stellar view of her shapely legs.
âThatâs great. I wish I had your, uh, attributes. Maybe Iâd earn larger tips here!â
Courtneyâs look told me I had hit a responsive chord, and she started to spout something nasty toward me, I just could feel it.
âIâm joking, Court! Donât take this wrong, but you are so pretty in your little outfit, I think you dazzle all of the guys so much that they forget the guys who clean and take care of their golf clubs. Nothing personal....itâs a compliment.â
The girl just shook her head. âOk, Iâll take it as a compliment Jon, no offense taken. If I didnât know better Iâd think you were flirting with me!â
I shook my head no.
âGood thing, because my boyfriend is jealous, and heâs already mad Iâm going to Philly for college. I mean, itâs only 90 minutes from here, but itâs not like we can see each other like we do here.â