The house had served its purpose. One bedroom. One and a half baths. A basement just big enough to store her stuff in. A kitchen and eating space.
Now Jennie was ready to move up. Well, OK. She wasn't buying a mansion. But it was a better house in a better neighborhood. And she was excited.
At twenty five, the single, young accountant didn't need to mortgage herself to death before she even decided what she wanted to do with her life. So the two bedroom, two bath ranch she found was perfect for now.
All she had to do was close the deal on her current home. The task, however, was proving more difficult than she had hoped. Various delays were causing her buyers to have second thoughts. Today she was to sit down with her banker and resolve as many of the problems as she could.
Not being one to routinely use her natural good looks to her advantage when dealing with men, Jennie reluctantly pulled a tight fitting sleeveless sweater from her closet and a complementary short skirt. With only a small pair of panties underneath, she felt awkwardly clad.
But this was a big deal for her personally—being able to make the move without the involvement of her parents or brother. She stared into the mirror with resolve, brushing her blonde hair into perfect shape and highlighting her lips to just the right glow. Jennie cringed at the amount of cleavage showing under the sweater. Then turned and headed for the car.
Chad Russell, mortgage loan officer at Jennie's bank, was a typical thirty-something underachiever. His average wife and average life satisfied him to some degree. But in his mind he was Chad Russell, rock star. He imagined every attractive woman he saw secretly wishing he was theirs, throwing them onto a couch and fucking them all night long. The next day—new city, new women, better sex.
Thus, he was excited to look on his calendar and see Jennie's name. Oh, yeah. The blonde with the fabulous eyes and long legs and full breasts. THAT Jennie. He had good news for Jennie, but she didn't know it...yet.
Jennie arrived at the bank five minutes early and sat nervously in the waiting area. She tugged at her skirt, attempting to get it at least half way down her crossed thighs. This was crazy, she thought. But she HAD to make this move.
Soon, she saw Chad coming down the hall.
"Hi, Jennie. Good to see you again." Chad extended his hand at the same time Jennie was rising from her chair.
"Hi, Chad." His eyes didn't meet hers until conducting a thorough scan of her sleek body.
"Come on back." He turned and walked side-by-side with the woman until they entered his little office. Chad closed the door behind them.
"Have a seat," he said. Jennie sat in an office chair facing Chad's desk, attempting to discreetly repeat the skirt tug at the same time.
Chad pulled a folder into the middle of his desk. "Well, I think we have some good news."
He watched for her response.
"Oh? What is it?" she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair.
Chad went on to explain the intricacies of the loan requirements and how close Jennie was to meeting the banks prerequisites to closing. A lot of it was technical stuff Jennie didn't fully understand, but she did recognize Chad's pleasure that they were near completion of the deal.
During their discussion, Chad fought the strong urge to stare at the young woman's breasts, pushing against the soft material of her sweater. The tanned skin that was visible was flawless. And her legs had the silky smooth look of a teenager.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of dialogue, he got up and walked around to Jennie's chair. She studied him as he moved beside her, then slowly behind her.
"I'd hate for this deal to fall through after all we've done for you," he said.
Jennie flinched when his fingers touched her bare arms. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She felt Chad play with the back of her hair, then her neck.
"It's possible that I'll need to bring the last of the paperwork out to your place," he said.
Jennie sat silently as the man's hands moved around her neck and down the front of her sweater. She felt him press against her chair from behind. Chad's fingers followed the curve of the sweater's v-shaped neckline down to the top of her breasts. They lingered there, taking in the silkiness of her skin.
"You do want to work with us on this, right?" he asked softly.
She knew what she had to say. The word came slowly.
"Yes." It was almost a whisper.
Chad's hands were on her breasts, but on top of her sweater. He felt for her nipples and squeezed them lightly. Jennie felt the sensation all the way to her pussy.
"Excellent," Chad replied. "Because we want to work with you."
He was alternating between cupping Jennie's breasts and manipulating the nipples until they screamed for more attention. The woman wanted to get out of the chair, but couldn't...for whatever reason.
Chad leaned over until his face was next to Jennie's ear. "Spread your legs."
Jennie lifted the top leg and planted her foot on the floor. Then she separated her legs a few inches. Simultaneously, Chad's right hand slid inside her sweater and touched her left breast.
"Pull up your skirt."
His hand squeezed her nipple harder than he had squeezed before. Jennie's body shook with pleasure, her heart pounding from fear. Despite what her mind was telling her, she pulled up on the sides of the skirt until the black panties covering her pussy peeked out from underneath.
"Touch them," Chad whispered.
"I don't...um," Jennie began.
Chad put nearly her entire breast in his hand and kneaded it roughly, ending with a tight pinch of her nipple.
"I said touch your panties."
Jennie put a finger on the outside of her underwear, not knowing what he wanted next.
"Rub it. Rub your pussy and your clit."
She obeyed. He looked down her body at the hand partially hidden under her skirt. Then he concentrated on her other breast. Jennie closed her eyes.
"Put your fingers inside your panties."
He saw her slide them under the bottom of her panties near her pussy.
"Are you wet?"
Jennie nodded.
"Find out. Put your finger in your pussy."
She did. Her nipples were ready to explode in his hands. Her pussy was drenched with desire.
Chad let her linger there for a second. "Show me."
She pulled her hand out and raised the finger that had been inside her. Light glistened off the moisture.
"Lick it. Pretend it's my cock."
The finger disappeared into Jennie's mouth and she tasted her own sweet juices. Chad's rock hard cock pressed against the chair, aching with the need to cum.
"Very good." His hands rested once more on her breasts from outside her sweater. "When can I come over with the last of the paperwork?"
Jennie's mind could barely think clear enough to answer.
"Uh, is Friday OK?" she stammered. "Around noon?"
"Perfect." Chad pulled back from the chair and moved to Jennie's side. When she eventually turned to face him, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his pants. "Noon on Friday it is. Oh. One more thing."
Jennie looked up.
"Same outfit."
Jennie couldn't stand quick enough—mainly to lower her skirt again, but also to escape from the office. They shook hands. Chad could feel the dampness that remained on her finger. He smiled and let her out.
She didn't know whether to cry or make herself cum on the way home. She scolded herself for being so close to an orgasm in the little creep's office. But she thought of the new house and tried to block everything else out. Just one more meeting and it would be all over.
Chad thought of nothing else the next two days except for the naïve young woman about to become the next victim of his delusional mind.
Jennie didn't know whether to pray for Friday to arrive or dread its approach. She decided to wish for it to get here, expecting no worse than the embarrassment she suffered in Chad's office. At least they were in private.
Friday morning she donned her black panties, little skirt and sweater. She purposely didn't do much with her hair or makeup. As if that would make any difference to Chad.
It was a little past noon that the doorbell rang and Jennie let in the banker. She took him to the table in the kitchen to allow him room to spread out the papers in his briefcase. She offered refreshments, but he refused.
A few minutes later they were discussing more items only vaguely comprehensible by the young woman. To Jennie's great surprise and satisfaction, she was signing documents soon after that.
"This last form," Chad said, holding it in his hand, "is the one that troubles us the most. Someone your age hasn't had much of a chance yet to establish a credit history. We need assurances that we are lending money to...the right people."
Jennie only briefly had time to wonder if Chad's words were, in fact, discriminatory. Then her mind slipped back to the day in his office. And she heard the same tone in his voice.
