Chrystal had had enough of her parents' racism against her boyfriend. It was the 2000's, she should be allowed to date a black guy if she wanted to. Who cares that he was in his 40's and she had only just turned 18, she looked a helluva lot older than 18. She was about 5'2...skinny as a toothpick...plump, perky round ass...long, dyed dark red hair...short, athletically toned legs, like a soccer player...but she was already a 34FF-cup due to a hormone condition she had been dealing with since she was little.
Chrystal was your typical bimbo, neither street smart nor book smart, but loved attention and loved to party. Over the last several years, she had gotten really into cocaine and ecstasy...and black cock.
It was the week before Christmas of her senior year in high school, Chrystal and her parents had gotten into a huge blowup over her boyfriend situation, so she decided that she had had enough. Not just with her parents, but with her whole life up to that point. The conservative Midwest. The cold winters. The boring parties. And she was absolutely determined to have the biggest, best, craziest New Year's ever, now that she was officially an adult.
She packed up a duffle bag full of clothes, and used all the money from allowance in her checking account to buy a bus ticket to South Florida. She didn't have a job in West Palm Beach, or even a place to stay, but she figured that she could just figure all of that out when she got there.
The bus dropped her off downtown, she grabbed her duffle bag, immediately asked someone passing by how far it was to the beach and she started walking.
Over the next week or so, she made a lot of new friends, mostly older black men, starting at the beach that afternoon. They started talking to her as she laid out on the warm sand, tanning, and invited her to a party that night where she met more sexy black men. They gave her free drugs and free drinks and she enjoyed the shit out of their big black cocks.
But she suddenly started to get the feeling that all her freeloading was beginning to annoy her new friends, so she started looking for work. A friend of a friend, a young white man who also bought drugs from one of the black men she was partying with a lot, told Chrystal that he could get her a job as a drink girl for a big golf event for old, white billionaires at the private country club where he worked, on the morning and afternoon of New Year's Eve. He told Chrystal she would receive $100 for the afternoon and get to keep whatever tips she earned throughout the day.
He also told Chrystal that these old billionaires were all usually little pervs, so the sluttier she dressed, the more money she would make. She decided on a pink string bikini top that was about 2 sizes too small for her tits, cut off jeans shorts with all the buttons and zipper undone, the top hem folded over to make them even shorter, the pockets hanging down lower than the actual shorts, no panties. A pink mesh trucker ball cap, aviator sunglasses, ankle socks and pink and white Puma sneakers.
That Sunday, Chrystal showed up right on time at 6am, at the service entrance of the country club to check in as one of the drink girls. Chrystal walked up to a long folding table outside of the caddy's shack and smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Chrystal, I'm one of the drink girls for the event today."
A woman in her 50's who looked like she was rich, but not rich enough to have a membership at this particular country club looked up from her stack of paper, eyeing Chrystal up and down, then smiled. "Oh, you're the replacement. Aren't you darling? I'm gonna put you with Bob, Charles, Auggie and Abe. They love the younger ones. These are your purchase cards. DON'T LOSE THEM! They're linked to the country club accounts of the guys you'll be working for, so you can get them anything they might need. There will be snack stands with a full bar setup between the green and tee box of each hole. At the end of the round, go into the clubhouse and give them the cards. They will print out a receipt and the guys can write your tip on the receipt. You will receive cash for whatever tips you earn before you leave."
Chrystal nodded her understanding, "Um...I didn't bring my purse or anything. Where should I keep the cards?"
The woman laughed, "I'm sure you'll figure something out. Your group is starting on the 3rd tee. Just walk that way, through the trees and the tee box is just on the other side of the lake. Have fun, sweetie."
Chrystal smiled. "Thanks". The woman was much nicer than she was expecting at such a stuffy country club. She started walking to the 3rd tee, happy that she decided to wear socks and sneakers instead of the strappy black stilettos she almost wore. As she walked, she clutched the purchase cards tight in her hand. The older woman had emphasized not to lose them. With the lack of options, she simply stuffed the four cards between her huge, heaving tits.
When she arrived at the 3rd tee box, there were already four golf carts waiting there, but a little too far away to get a good look at the guys.
She waved. "Hey y'all, my name is Chrystal, I'm gonna be your drink girl for the day."
One by one, the guys all stepped out of their golf carts, walking towards her. They all looked ancient, older than her grandpa even. She had an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.
As they walked over, Chrystal noticed that each of them seemed to be wearing a big ol' shit-eating grin from ear to ear. One said, "Hey Chrystal, aren't you adorable? How old are you?"
Chrystal tried to hide her grimace, then responded, "I just turned 18, how old are you guys?"
The man who asked Chrystal the question spoke up first. "I'm Charles, but most people call me Chester and I'm 76."
Chester just looked like a sex pest. He was wearing horribly tacky orange and yellow plaid golf pants, with an equally horrible, bright orange Hawaiian-style button-down that seemed to be struggling to contain his humongous beer-belly while tucked into his plaid pants. Chester wasn't much taller than Chrystal, and much too tan to be natural. He had thinning hair, but wasn't bald. A little bit of a comb-over didn't hide just how much his hair was thinning anywhere near as much as he probably hoped it would. He was clean shaven with sharp, gray eyes, a stubby, fat nose with extra-wide nostrils and a sleazy smile that looked just as unnaturally white as his tan complexion. His orange Hawaiian button-down was half-unbuttoned revealing a tan chest completely covered in a thick forest of curly black hair, and 3 or 4 bright gold chains dangling from around his neck. He also wore a gold Rolex.
He seemed like the type of guy who probably owned a bunch of luxury car dealerships around town, Bentley, Ferrari, Mercedes, and enjoyed palling around with some of his more wealthy and more powerful clientele. He certainly didn't seem like the type of old money the other three men appeared to be.
Chrystal's eyes grew wide as she looked over at the next gentleman. "I'm Bob and I'm 83." Chrystal couldn't help but notice that Bob made zero attempt to make eye contact with her, just staring at her massive tits.
Bob was taller than Chester, but still quite a bit under 6 feet tall. And his head was completely bald, and covered in freckles, but he had a thick, white beard that was perfectly trimmed. And he had deep, brown eyes that seemed slightly glazed, and much less sharp than Chester's. His long, thin nose was crooked like it had been broken more than once, but Chrystal didn't dare ask how. His smile was kind and less aggressive than Chester's, with thick gums and short stubby teeth.
Bob was wearing a white polo and black slacks. He had a fancy watch with a white face and black leather band that Chrystal could immediately tell was more expensive than her parents' minivan. At first impression, Chrystal felt like Bob was still mostly all there mentally, but might not be much longer.
Before she even knew he was there, the next gentleman, Abe, stood next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'm Abraham and I am 89."
Abraham was probably about 6'2, and thinner than Chester and Bob but still thick all over with a wide, barrel chest and thick legs. He had close cropped, salt and pepper hair that he obviously dyed, with long, mutton chop sideburns that made Chrystal want to laugh. Abraham had curious green eyes and obviously wore dentures, as they slipped into misalignment as he wrapped his arm around her waist and introduced himself. Chrystal was surprised that his dentures were such a bright shade of yellow until he reached into his pockets and pulled out a box of long Kool cigarettes, and lit one up with his arm still around her waist.
Abraham wore a pale green polo that was probably at least one size too small, especially tight around the chest, and tucked into khaki slacks. He had a single gold earring in his left ear.
With Abraham's arm still around her waist, Chrystal looked over at the last gentleman who was obviously the oldest and quietest of the group. He was tall, probably at least 6'7, and rail thin. He had short white hair that was perfectly groomed and parted at the side. He was clean-shaven except for a thick, white mustache, with a confident smile that existed somewhere between off-white and pale yellow.
When she looked over, he gave her a shy wave, and said, "My name's Augie, and I am 103 years old."
After he spoke, it took Chrystal a moment to process the words. For his age, he was clearly in the best shape of the four men and commanded respect even while speaking so softly. It was immediately clear to Chrystal that the other three men looked up to him and that he would be the one they all went to whenever they needed advice. He wore a black silk short sleeved, button-down shirt with black slacks. He wore no jewelry except for a silver or platinum wedding band, but it was on his right ring finger.
Having just turned 18, Chrystal never imagined that she could ever be attracted to a man that old, but could not deny that she felt drawn to Auggie in a way she did not expect.
The guys had Chrystal hold out straws to select who would tee off in what order. Auggie would tee off first, then Bob, then Abe, then finally Chester. As Auggie warmed up, Chrystal stood between Abe and Chester, unsure what she should expect from the rest of the day, clearly nervous...her hands fidgeting, shifting her weight back and forth on each leg.
