All characters in my stories are aged 18 or over.
Stories contain descriptions of lustful non consensual or coerced actions so if that's not your thing, please find something different to read.
This is a chapter in a series. It's not completely necessary to read the earlier chapters but I would recommend it to help you know more about the characters and nature of Amber and Howard and to add context to this episode.
Amber hadn't had much success in finding a job. She was desperate as she knew that getting and keeping one would be a massive step toward her owning a horse of her own, which her parents had promised to buy for her once she'd achieved her grades, found a job and managed to keep it for at least 6 months. She'd fallen at the first hurdle - lack of experience. She hadn't even been able to get in front of anyone for an interview. Undeterred, she kept trying and applying, mostly for junior positions but no luck.
Last weekend, she had been thumbing through the local paper before heading off to the stables. She'd seen a job advertised for a Media Assistant and although she knew full well that she didn't have experience of being a media assistant or even what the title fully meant, when she read the requirements, she was so taken with it;
Attention to detail
Bright personality
Inquiring mind
Empathetic nature
'Hmmm... if only,' Amber sighed under her breath. 'All I need is a chance.'
The job advertisement was soon forgotten as she jumped into her uncle Stephen's car and set off for the stables.
After a good two hours riding, Amber was preparing to leave and noticed a poster on the noticeboard. It was about the horse sanctuary about 10 minutes away from the stables. They were encouraging people to do something sponsored to raise funds to keep them going. With the cost of living rising, donations to the small charity had dropped and they were now in dire need of new funds to be able to continue to look after the older / injured horses in their care and take in new ones.
That evening, over dinner, she mentioned her idea to her Mum and Dad.
"What d'you think? I'm gonna ask Soph to do it with me, down at the train station." Amber's demeanour was excitable and skittish.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure love," Amber's Mum, Coleen interjected. "I don't think many people go for shoeshines these days, it's a bit old fashioned, don't you think Keith?" She looked across at her husband.
"I must say, I've not heard of it for a while love. I mean, probably back in the 60s or 70s yeah but these days?"
Amber's face dropped.
"But surely if nobody's doing it then it's something people might like? Get their shoes cleaned and donate some money to a good cause?" Amber was annoyed at her parents seeming disinterest.
"It's up to you love," Coleen continued. "But I know how much you put into everything you do and I just don't want you to be disappointed."
"Well, I'm gonna do it!" Amber stood up haughtily. "Me and Soph'll do it and we'll raise loads of money and then you'll see." With that, she headed up to her room, leaving her Mum shrugging.
"I just don't want her to be disappointed. Is that such a bad thing?"
"No, course not," Keith answered, "But she's at the age where she's gotta find these things out for herself love. She'll find her niche. If something doesn't work, she won't do it again, if it does, it'll boost her confidence."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Coleen took the plates over to the dishwasher.
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Amber and Sophie had made great plans for the Friday activity at the train station. Amber's uncle and aunt had provided a couple of collections boxes for donations. Sophie's parents had provided the shoeshine cloths and Amber had borrowed a couple of low stools from the stables she rode at. Howard would be giving the youngsters a lift to the train station, something he agreed to do (a) because he was an early riser and (b) because it gave him the chance to see Amber again, albeit for the short 10 minute drive.
Sophie had stayed the night with her Gran and Grandad and at 6am, they set off to pick up Amber. Sophie was wearing mid blue skinny jeans, a red t-shirt and white trainers. She figured that would be the most comfortable type of thing to wear considering they would be spending near enough all day at the station. Unusually for Howard, he'd noticed that his grand-daughter seemed to have suddenly filled out a little more in the bust department. Nowhere anywhere near Amber's proportions but he reckoned a full B cup. He knew that she'd started dating Jayden a few weeks ago and wondered if their first forays into intimacy might be releasing hormones that were 'rounding' her up a bit. In his mind, he didn't have a problem noticing these changes in his grand-daughter because it didn't affect him in the same way that Amber's over-developed body did. It was just an observation.
As they pulled up outside Amber's, her Dad Keith appeared at the door carrying the two low stools.
"Alright if I put these in the boot Howard?" he called over as Howard stepped out of the car.
"Sure thing." Howard flipped the boot open.
"Bye Dad, see you later."
Howard startled at the sound of Amber's voice. He hadn't seen her since their afternoon at the hotel. He felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement but as he stepped aside from the boot to look over, the apprehension faded and the excitement cranked up ten fold.
'Oh Fuck! You're gonna shoeshine like THAT!' Howard mouthed under his breath, not being able to take his eyes of the vision of busty loveliness walking toward him. Amber wore a pale lilac summer dress with a tiny white flower pattern all over it. The beautifully draping skirt hung to just below the knee. There was a thin fabric belt in the same pattern as the dress at her slim waist and as she drew closer, he could see that the upper part of the dress was ruched right up to the scoop neckline, meaning that it fitted close to her body. But it was the huge amount of cleavage on display that Howard couldn't quite believe. Surely her father would understand that this might not be the best choice of outfit for a day out shining shoes? To be honest, it was just a normal summer dress but because Amber was so exceptionally busty, it looked like the sexiest thing Howard had ever seen.
"I'll just put these in the boot," Amber called to Howard, as she went around the back to put the collections boxes in there.
Within a few seconds, history was repeating itself as Howard watched the busty beauty fastening the seatbelt next to him. This time though, there was a lot more cleavage on display and the belt pressed tight against her skin, clinging to the tops of her huge pale tits. A glob of saliva formed at the corner of his mouth as he remembered what it had felt like to hold her fantastic young boobs at the hotel that incredible afternoon.
As they set off, Sophie yawned. "I feel under-dressed now!" she exclaimed. I figured we'd both be wearing jeans and t-shirts Amb as we're gonna be sat down cleaning dirty shoes all day!"
"Yeah but it's a hot day and well... my Dad said I should just wear what I'd be coolest in and he said I looked fine."
Howard's ears pricked up. Her Dad had said she looked fine. Was that just the genuine father-daughter comment it sounded like as it left Amber's lips? Or did her father actually get some thrill out of knowing that his busty daughter would likely be leered at by a load of randy commuters on their way to work? Much as the latter thought sent a frisson of excitement through him that he wasn't sure he should be enjoying, he felt sure that it was more likely to be a genuine, helpful comment from her Dad.
"Oooh, we're here! I can't wait!" Amber squealed, quickly unfastening the seat belt and jumping out to get the stuff from the boot.
"Grandad, could you carry those stools in for us please?", Sophie took one of the collection boxes from Amber.
"We have to find the station manager first," Amber began. "He's going to tell us where we can sit for the day as it's got to be safe and not obstructing anything."
Howard followed the girls around the platform to find the small office. Amber knocked and they all filed in.
"Hi, we're the shoeshine girls. Doing the charity collection."
"Oh, are you now?" The tall, portly, 63 year old man stood up, the wide smile on his red face and the direction of his gaze immediately indicating to Howard that he'd noticed Amber's voluptuous cleavage. "So, I expect you'd like me to show you where you can position yourselves today would you?" The man walked toward the two girls, his eyes still firmly glued to Amber's jutting bust, so perfectly framed by the low neckline of her summer dress.
"Yes please," Amber smiled. She'd noticed his gaze but assumed he was just admiring her dress.
"And you are?" The man spoke to Howard.
"Oh, I'm just the transport," he chuckled. "Once you've settled them in, I'll be off."
"Right, come on." The station manager picked up two chairs and they all followed the man out onto the platform.
"Right, you young lady," he began, looking at Sophie, "You're up here, by the sweet n paper kiosk. People have usually got their money out here so it should be a good place to be."
