July 31st, 2010 | 
Author: Young Stuff - 1
Chapter 1 - The Approach
As he hurried back toward the hotel, he looked for Debbie along the sidewalk in front of him. As he waited for a light to change, he finally spotted her standing on the opposite corner. At least he thought it was her - he wasn't expecting Debbie to be quite so 'dressed up', so he wasn't really sure it was her at first. He stared across the street at the girl.
The brunette he'd spotted was wearing a blue dress with puffy short sleeves. Although the dress had a fairly modest neckline, the hem was very short, barely reaching to the middle of her thighs. She wore white stockings, black high-heels, and didn't look like she was just 16. He quickly concluded that it was Debbie and he yelled across the noisy traffic at her.
"Debbie! Want a ride to the office?" he asked, waving to her.
She looked up, smiled and shouted something back, but he couldn't hear what she'd said. He watched her check the traffic light and stride deliberately across the street toward him. She didn't look just 16 up close either.
"Hi!" he said, as she joined him on the sidewalk. "I'm going to check-out of the hotel and get my car. Do you want a ride to the office?" He explained that her mother would meet her there later.
He suspected that she was trying hard to act disinterested in being seen anywhere with someone almost her mother's age, but Debbie soon smiled and agreed to accompany him back to the hotel. They filled their two-block walk with small talk on nothing in particular, although he did manage to tell her how nice she looked. She looked damn good and he tried not to look at her too obviously, but found his eyes dropping fairly frequently to steal a glance at her legs. They were very shapely and looked terrific in white stockings. He had to remind himself repeatedly that she was only a high school junior; definitely young stuff.
As they waited for the elevator in order to get to the second-floor lobby, he remembered that the last time he'd seen Debbie, he'd concluded that in an effort to look grown-up, she wore too much eye make-up. As a result, she'd looked even young- er and a little on the slutty side. He was glad she'd either changed her make-up style or had forgotten to put it on today. Her shoulder-length hair was naturally wavy and her skin was clear and smooth, adding to the illusion of her age. They en- tered the elevator and he noticed she stood closer to him than was really necessary, since there was no one else in the car. He also noticed that she smelled good. Neither said anything until the doors opened on the second floor.
"Listen, I'm going to go check out and then run upstairs to
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