"I'm sorry Mrs. Kopawski, your husband is in a meeting with a client and can't be disturbed right now. Yes, I'll have him call you as soon as he can. Goodbye."
I hung up the phone in disgust. My boss, Mr. Kopawski, was busy, but his "meeting" was 19 years old and looked great in a mini-skirt. I didn't care about his infidelity; I figured it was none of my business what he did and with whom. However, over the past few months I had become increasingly frustrated with having to play secretary and lie to Kopawski's wife.
Kopawski's "meeting", Tiff, emerged from his office a few minutes later, smoothing her skirt with a smug grin on her face.
"Hey James," Tiff said to me seductively as she walked past my desk. "How are you?" she asked, leaning over and giving me a nice view of her sizable cleavage. Her midriff baring tank top and ruffled miniskirt didn't exactly fit in our professional office, but I didn't mind the view. Most of the employees worked on site with clients, so there were rarely many people in the actual office.
"I'm alright. How are you? You weren't in there that long. Did your "meeting" go ok?" I teased. Tiff had flirted with me the first time she set foot in our office, and we'd always danced around the actual reason she was there.
"We both got what we wanted this morning," Tiff replied with a smile, lifting her arm to show off a diamond tennis bracelet. She certainly was quick-witted for a barely legal gold-digger. "Kevin was VERY pleased with my work, as usual."
"Ah, yes, the "consulting" work you do," I replied. It's one thing to have a mistress, and another to buy her expensive presents. Kopawski was the sole owner of the company, so it wasn't actually stealing to buy Tiff gifts with company money, but it certainly was illegal to write them off for tax purposes.
"So how is that girl, Lisa? Did you two ever get back together?" she asked me.
"Nah, it looks like this time it's for good. Probably for the best," I replied.
"So you're a free man. You should come out with me and my friends this weekend. You'd like them, and definitely would have a good time," Tiff suggested.
"And do you think they'd like me?" I asked in response.
"Why not? You're still pretty young, you're cute... what's not to like?" Tiff giggled.
I smiled at the compliment from the attractive young (bottle) blonde. "Oh, you may want to stop by the restroom on your way out. You've got something there," I said, pointing at her chest. Tiff looked down and noticed the small gob of white on her shirt and giggled once more.
"I must have spilled some crème from my coffee on it," she said with a wink. She then proceeded to lift her shirt and lick the drop from her halter top. When finished she licked her lips suggestively at me and said, "Yummy."
It was a bit surreal to see a woman lick the remains of my boss's semen off her shirt while I was working. Still, she was hot, and I had to admit that her attitude about sex was alluring. Then again, for all intents and purposes sex was her job. She came by once or twice a week, and he paid her an allowance of a few hundred dollars, plus gave her lavish gifts.
"I gotta run," she said, springing up from her chair. "It was a pleasure as always, James," she said, extending her hand. I took it and kissed it playfully before saying my goodbye.
I strongly considered taking Tiff up on her invitation, but ended up going to the playoff game Friday night when my buddy ended up with two free tickets. Monday morning at work there was a message on my machine at work from Tiff teasing me for "ditching her" but reaffirming that we should hang out.
Tiff didn't stop by the office that week. However, Kopawski informed me that if his wife asked he would be at a business conference in Tucson. I agreed, although I rolled my eyes once his back was turned.
Friday afternoon Mr. Kopawski came by my desk looking somewhat frantic. I'd been on-site with a client during the morning and was stopping by to finish some paperwork before heading out for the weekend.
"James, I'm glad I caught you. I need to ask a favor. It's personal and you can say no, but if you're willing it will be reflected in your upcoming performance review," he said to me.
"Sure, what is it?" I asked, curious.
"I've noticed that you and Tiff get along. I had promised to take her to Lake Naki this weekend. I already rented a suite for the weekend. I forgot that we're celebrating my kid's birthday this weekend and not next weekend. I didn't realize this until I told my wife about the "conference" last night. Long story short, I need to be there with my family this weekend, but I don't want to piss off Tiff."
"So where do I fit in?"
"Would you be willing to take her up to the lake this weekend and keep her company? She doesn't have a license and really wanted to go. She doesn't have any real family you know," my boss said, looking at me expectantly, as if sympathy for Tiff would sway my opinion.
I was torn. I certainly didn't mind the idea of a healthy raise at my performance review. Plus, there are worse things in life than getting away for the weekend, especially when you aren't paying for it. I was a bit concerned about spending extended time alone with Tiff. I wasn't sure I wanted to cock tease myself that badly. Tiff was a flirt, and I knew she wasn't shy about showing off her young, tight body.
"I'd need some walking around cash; you know, for making sure she has a nice time and doesn't just have to sit around the room all weekend," I replied, deciding to milk my boss for all he was worth. Plus, I wasn't about to entertain his mistress on my dime.
Mr. Kopawski looked at me, momentarily annoyed, and then sighed. "I'll get some money out of petty cash. Will $100 be enough?"
"You know her tastes better than I do," I replied.
Kopawski sighed once more. "Better make it $200. But she's worth it. She'll make it up to me this week, I'm sure," he said with a wink.
I was left with the responsibility of calling Tiff and informing her of the change of plans.
"Oh. I see," she said. "Maybe I just shouldn't go."
"It's up to you," I said. "But the boss man gave me some money to show you a good time with. I promise I'll be more fun than I am at work."
"Really?" she asked, the tone in her voice shifting from disappointed to seductive. "Are you SURE you can be more fun?"
"You haven't seen how fun I can be," I shot back.
"Well, when you put it that way. Ok, let's go have fun on the old man's dime," she decided. I had to admit that I was a little excited to spend my boss's money with his mistress. Perhaps it was sort of a passive way to get back at him for some of the long nights I'd had to put in. Tiff gave me directions to her house and I left work early to pick her up and beat traffic on the way to the lake.
Tiff was dressed far more casually than she usually did for her "appointments" at the office. It actually was a nice look for her. With less make-up and slightly less tartish clothes she looked more like a cute nineteen year old than a gold-digger.
I let her choose the music on the two hour drive, which required a bit of patience on my part. Her tastes were extremely mainstream, which wasn't shocking.
We got to know each other better on the ride up, although it was mostly me listening to her talk about herself. She really didn't have much family. To hear her tell it her mother kicked her out the day she turned 18. It became clear she was a bit of a wild child and probably a major handful for her mother.
"I've always dated older guys," she continued. "So yeah, when my mom kicked me out I moved in with my boyfriend. He was kind of a loser I guess, but really sexy. We'd fuck three, four times a day sometimes. I think he sold drugs or something, cuz he didn't really have a job, but he still had enough money."
