Part One: Introduction
Anna unrolled her hair. Last group of tresses, last curler. Her beautiful red hair was warm and wavy now, long and lustrous. She sat at her vanity putting the last touches of make-up on, make-up that would soon be mussed. Her smooth, young legs (she had just turned nineteen) led up to her pretty, shaved, panty-clad crotch, and from there was her tight abdomen and breasts that were contained in a lace push-up bra.
She was expecting Michael any moment now.
This was her bedroom where she seduced men and it was quite a room indeed (if only walls could talk!). Her bedroom was her haven where she took her prey and made them do unspeakable and shameful things to her body. It was decorated with the colors of pink, yellow and white, with flowing curtains, a sensual canopy bed and a plush carpet.
Anna was a floozy and she knew it. She used her body to get what she wanted; with pert, 34B breasts, expressive blowjob eyes, a slim waist, and an ass that men loved to grab while they were fucking her from behind, this world was in the palm of her hand.
Anyway, she and Michael had met downstairs where her parents were holding their annual Christmas party. She had only met him about an hour ago, but their attraction and the need to fuck each other was undeniable. They did not mingle with the other guests, only with one another.
He had pinned her in a corner during the party and swept his eyes over her young body. He was in his early forties and twice divorced, with plenty of pussy in-between wives and girlfriends. Anna was going to be such an easy lay, he couldn't believe it. He could sense in her that she was looking for a man to submit to and he wanted to be that man, even if just once, to see how big of a slut she could be.
At the moment, as Anna readied herself, Greg (Anna's father), and Michael spoke like gentleman downstairs. They were dressed in their suits, hands in pockets and drinking Martinis as they spoke. Michael loved the thought that, within a short time, he would be fucking Greg's daughter without any thought to how it would affect Anna or Greg. He didn't give a damn if it was "wrong" or that Greg was his boss or that Anna was barely legal. He wanted that bad girl.
Greg was the oblivious type. He had no idea what his daughter had been up to in her bedroom over the last year, bringing man after man up to her cave, caught in the walls of her pussy and canopy bed. It was her spider's web.
The conversation between Greg and Michael ended, and Michael, ever so slick as usual, checked his watch casually. It was 8:30 p.m. on the dot. It was time. He straightened his tie and walked to the staircase and looked up at the winding steps, slyly grinning and starting to climb.
Part Two: Anna & Michael
Again, much to Greg's oblivion, Anna had another bad habit: drinking. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him -- right? She took the champagne out of the ice bucket she had arranged and poured two glasses.
There was a brusque knock on her bedroom door.
She grasped the hard, wooden knob of the bed and stood there in her lace panties and bra. Biting her lip, she spoke: "Come in."
Michael entered her bedroom. In the prettiness of the boudoir, he seemed so out-of-place. Everything in her room -- the colors, the style -- everything was light and feminine, but he stood out like a sore thumb: he had thick black hair that was sleeked back and dark eyes. He was a skinny little thing and of average height (maybe 5'8" or 5'9").
