Vol. 1: A Season to Remember
I own a small construction company in the South West. At the time it was big enough that I didn't get out and do much of the building myself any more, but not really big enough to hiring any office help either. Once my crews were out for the day I didn't usually see anyone in the office until three or four when the crews would start to trickle back in. I often found myself making excuses to get out and run errands or go check on jobsites, just to get out of the office for a bit. So one afternoon I was taking a long lunch, when a young woman caught my eye as she entered the restaurant I was eating in. I'm not sure exactly what I found so fascinating about her. She wasn't remarkable in any way just cute, with nice curves and a good girl-next-door look about her. I watched as she ordered then struggled with her tray and drink and the pile of paperwork she was carrying. She appeared to be quite distracted and flustered. She juggled her armload of stuff across the restaurant and down the isle that I was seated in. To my shock and amusement her load toppled just as she reached my table. Stuff went in every direction; she grabbed at everything desperately but didn't end up catching anything.
"Fuck!" she said under her breath.
I could see in her face this was just the icing on an already horrible day so I did something very out of character for me and tried to lend a hand.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot. Been one of those days you know." She said picking up the remainder of her lunch and placing it on the table next to mine.
"Hey no problem, I know what those day are like." Helping her pick up the fallen papers, I noticed that they were job applications and over the next few minutes I found out that the young woman's name was Lisa and that she was a recently out of work second year business major at the local university. And so for the second time that afternoon I did something out of character and told her to come by my office and fill out an application. She agreed and I wrapped up my lunch and left.
The next day I had forgotten about the encounter until a silver Jetta pulled into my yard. Now my office is in a small converted two story house situated in the back corner of a three acre lot where I keep my construction equipment. My office takes up several of what where upstairs bedrooms and looks out over the yard and out toward the front gate. So I saw her drive in from behind my desk and by the time I had gotten down stairs she had walked up to the main entrance and was knocking.
"Come on in." I called.
"Hi remember me? I came to see about a job."
"Yeah, yeah sure come on in." Hastily I moved some of the clutter from a long folding table that sat centered in the otherwise empty living room.
"Welcome to the conference room." I chuckled motioning to a seat at the table. For about a quarter of an hour I interviewed Alana but in truth the moment I'd seen her walking up to the front door I'd known I was going to hire her, need her or not. We settled on a decent wage, hours, and the like and agreed that she could start the very next day.
When I arrived at work the next morning Lisa was waiting and had drawn quit the crowd as all of my carpenters and construction hands gawked and stumbled over themselves trying to be the first to talk to the new girl. But after the morning meeting I was able to get them all off to their jobsites and at that point I found myself alone with Lisa. We chit-chatted awkwardly for a while and pulled a desk and chair out of the storage shed in back, then I gave her out some filling and miscellaneous office work to do and went up to my office.
I found myself distracted all day, thinking about Lisa and her nice little body. At thirty something and fully involved in a stagnant marriage my mind was all too willing to fantasize about a young college girl with perky tits and a great ass. But for the next few months I was able to keep myself in check and be a good upstanding respectable boss.
But one day about half way through the football season Lisa came into my office wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the logo of the local pro football team on it. The week had been long and trying and so I was a little irritable and when I said, "A fan? They suck this season." I said it with more sting than I meant to.
"What do you mean? Their doing fine." Lisa barked back.
"We'll see they've still go time to screw it up."
"Well why don't you put your money were your mouth is then?" I was taken back and amused at Lisa's boldness, up till then she had been very demurer.
"What shall we wager then?" I asked.
"I'm always in need of money. Hows about fifty bucks?"
"No I'd feel bad taking your money... how about your team wins you get that fifty, they loose you rub my shoulders every day during your lunch hour for a week?"
Lisa thought for a minute then with a confident smirk she said, "Deal."
That weekend came and went with a close loss for Lisa's team and all week I enjoyed neck rubs and the chance to goad Lisa about her loss. When the next Friday came around Lisa brought up the subject of coming Sunday's game while she rubbed my shoulders. "So what's the bet this week? Care to make it a hundred this time?"
