After Stanley finished interviewing Carrol, Calvin, and their daughters, he returned to the company offices. He sent a message to Ramses, the Director of International Relations, asking for a quick meeting.
"Sure. Do you have some prospects?" Ramses asked.
Stanley grunted. "I think we can fill every position if we take the right direction. Oklahoma is so boring that wives are seeking any excitement they can find."
"Okay. Let's meet in my office at 10:00 this morning. Bring everything you have."
At ten, Stanley knocked on Ramses' office door.
"Come in," Ramses shouted.
Stanley entered the office with all his papers in hand. "Hey, Boss. I think I have this figured out."
"All fifty?" asked Ramses.
"Yeah, I think I can get them lined up for training. We already have eight in the chute. There is this town in Oklahoma where we can find the remainder."
Ramses snorted. "Oklahoma, of course."
"Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks it is extremely conservative, and, on the surface, it is. But when you get into the lives of corporate wives, another tale is told. Look at these women," he said, handing Ramses some papers.
Ramses looked through the papers. He nodded. "Is the husband aboard?"
"Yep, though he was initially a bit reluctant. Once I explained the advantages to him, he perked right up. Now, he is entirely on board. In fact, he is determined to organize Carrol's day so that she is busy from daybreak to midnight and beyond. It won't matter what time of year; Carrol will be one of the most active women I have recruited thus far. And her daughters are so enthusiastic; they have applied to be the trainees during the following weeks."
"Are you sure they are aware of the contract restrictions?"
"You mean the privacy and non-disclosure aspects? Yeah, they know. I have yet to talk directly to their husbands, but they assure me that they have been swinging for quite some time now. It appears that there is a large community of swingers in that town. All I need from you is your approval to interview the husbands, get their signatures, and then start quietly letting the word out to their friends, local authorities, and the business community. It will take some investment, but I believe we can get the entire town in line. Business there is at a standstill, and this would move a lot of cash at the fundamental level. If I present it right, everyone will understand how the system works."
Ramses peered at the papers, nodded, and said, "Okay, but do not let the participants know that the community is helping out. I want the ladies to believe they are being bold. After their training, it will be an essential part of their job to work in a hostile environment. This will be a great test for them. With a religious community like this one, the thought of these women learning the art of escorting will be challenging. Just think about it. A courtesan like Esther on every block. The better-than-thou guys and gals will be pleading for a philosopher king to help them. We will need to get them involved to be successful."
"Yeah, I know."
Ramses snorted. "Okay. I approve, but you must get everything set up before we begin training the first one--this Carrol woman. How does the look?"
Stanley guffawed. "She is a beauty. Even in a sweatshirt and jeans, her presence is alluring. Here is a pic. Look at those tits and that pussy. Here is another pic of her rear end." The following photos showed Carrol's daughters. "And these wonderful nudes are of her daughters. They are all married and excited about exploring life. And their husbands are willing. In a phrase, as one of them said, 'If I get to use Carrol whenever I want in any way, then I am not only willing, I insist that my wife be in the program."
Ramses grinned. "Ah, the power of beauty. The thought of taboo sex is overwhelming when partnered with an alluring body."
"Yes, Sir. I agree. In fact, I want to be involved as well."
Ramses eyes jerked to Stanley. "No. That would not be professional. Besides, I do not think your wife will agree."
Stanley grinned. "Of course. I know she won't, not now anyway. But perhaps later, after she sees the effect of the program."
Ramses nodded. "Perhaps. Anyway, get started with the husbands, their friends, and the others who may influence the community's reaction. Get them all in line. I will not approve anything otherwise."
"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."
Stanley gathered the papers from the desk and exited the office, thinking about the proper approach to the community.
Ten months later:
"Are you sure about this?" asked Carrol.
"Yep," came Calvin's voice from the bedroom.
"God, I swear, I am nothing but a bundle of nerves. After all, sweety, we have a lot of friends who will look down on us when they find out about this."
Calvin stuck his head into the bathroom, watched Carrol apply the last touches of her mascara, and said, "I don't think so. They understand the importance of honoring contracts. We signed it. Even our three daughters and their husbands signed it. We are all in agreement. You want to be a whore, and we are supporting you."
"Yeah, I remember." Carrol sighed. "We are doing this because I asked for your permission to cheat. It was supposed to be a private thing. Now that I am training to be an escort, What will your business colleagues say?"
Calvin laughed. "To whom are you referring? The husbands who slobbered all over you at the company Christmas party or the wives who sent daggers of jealousy at you? When you danced with those husbands, the wives were shaking in their boots, afraid that you would go home with them or at least out to the back seat of our car."
Carrol nodded and chuckled. "And if I were in the program at that time, I would have done just that."
Calvin smiled to himself. He wanted so badly to get started that his balls ached. If his wife wanted to whore herself out, then he would make sure she got her way. His smile erupted. He and his daughters were involved in the program with her. "Why am I surrounded by horny bitches?" Calvin whispered to himself.
