Delia was a nice, modest eighteen year old girl. She was also quite beautiful; she had long legs, a small waist, and an ample chest. Boys had paid her a lot of attention, but Delia had always resisted their advances. She wasn't interested in sex. She spent most of her time studying or working.
However, a girl that beautiful can only stay innocent for so long.
Delia worked as a lifeguard at the local pool. Boys loved it when Delia's turn to sit arrived. When she got out of the pool, her bathing suit would cling to every inch of her body and her nipples would perk up because of the change in temperature. Her fellow lifeguard, Jeremy, was especially fond of working with Delia.
One Saturday afternoon, Delia was late for work. She had been late fairly frequently the last few weeks. She had been applying for scholarships to colleges and studying for her SATs. Unfortunately, her boss, Rick had been getting less and less lenient about Delia's tardiness. He had told her multiple times that if she continued to miss the beginning of her shifts, he'd have to let her go. Delia couldn't afford to lose her job. She needed it to pay for college. When she came in late that Saturday, Rick asked her into his office.
"Delia, this is ridiculous. I cannot have an employee that comes in whenever she fucking want."
"I know sir," responded Delia, sweetly. "It's been really crazy lately, and I feel terrible about missing work and letting you down so often. I promise, I'll stop. Really. I need this job and I will do anything to keep it."
Rick's ears perked up at Delia's last sentence. He knew she hadn't meant anything sexual by it. But he had always found her attractive. And he was in the position of power.
"Well young lady, we might be able to work something out. I'm not sure if you'll be willing to take my offer but there's only one way I'm letting you stay on as guard."
Delia was straining her mind trying to think of what he meant. Whatever he meant though, she would do it. She had to keep this job.
"Anything you want, sir. Really."
Rick walked over to Delia and stood behind her chair. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down to her breasts, squeezing them simultaneously. He immediately felt his cock grow hard.
"Sir, I really don't think this is the appropriate way to work this issue out-" started Delia, before Rick put his hand over her mouth.
"Shut up. This is the only way. Either you're my little whore or you no longer work at this pool."
Delia gasped as Rick removed his hand and put it back on her breast. He began massaging them together, pinching her nipples through he bathing suit. Then he slid both his hands underneath her suit and started pulling and pinching them harder. He was moaning-she had such soft breasts and such perfect, tiny nipples.
