I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
Chapter 6
Monday I was back at work like usual. Poole and Max were also there and soon enough we fell back into old routines. Some of the drama must have filtered back to the girls in our office as it seemed all eyes were on Poole and I throughout the day. When Max came and asked me to stay after, the buzz was now audible.
"Jane please come sit with me." Poole said as I handed Max my tablet.
Poole got up from his desk and moved to the padded chairs we use when clients came to do business. Poole moved two chairs side by side then put another a couple of feet away. Lastly Poole placed one chair, a chair unlike the others facing the three he organized earlier. This chair looked like a chair form the cafeteria, cold and hard.
"Please take off your top and put this on." Poole handed me a sheer cover up we wear when the office gets chilly. At first I wanted to protest but like a good little slut I took my bikini top off in front of Poole and Max. Slipping on the lightweight top with short sleeves I started to button it up from the bottom.
"Just two will be enough." Poole looked at me and smiled.
My tits were covered but just barely. I knew whoever was coming would be able to see my nipples through the gauze like material. If I was to bend over they would definitely be in full view. Knowing this excited me in a perverse way. Taking a seat beside Poole I waited patiently, my pussy becoming wetter every minute.
"He's here." Max told us as he hung up his phone.
So it's a man I thought to myself. Why would Poole want me to expose myself to client I thought? Maybe it was another test with one of his friends. You can imagine my surprise when Max walked to the door and opened it and Donald walked in.
"Donald please join us." Poole said as he and I stood.
Donald appeared at the door in only a bathing suit, his discomfort was quite evident. Max, dressed as always, guided my husband to the lone chair and took the empty one beside me. Donald looked at me and was clearly not happy with my state of undress. I expected him to fly off the handle at any minute but instead he looked at Poole seething.
"Thank you for coming." Poole greeted Donald politely.
"Why am I here?" Donald snarled his embarrassment of being half dressed quickly turning to contempt.
"Max will explain that in a minute but before that I think you owe Jane an apology." Poole suggested.
"An apology for what?" Donald protested.
"The other night you suggested we were being intimate when you barged in my trailer." Poole reminded him. "When you realized that was not true you suggested she was intimate with Max's sister Lela."
"She was in bed with her." Donald spat back.
"She was, but I can assure you they were clothed the entire time and certainly not engage in any sexual acts." Poole explained. "Apologize now and that part will be over."
Donald looked at me dressed like a slut, a look we both knew he despised. My guess is Poole knew how Donald felt as well.
"I'm sorry." Donald said in a barely audible tone.
"Now that is done we move onto Lela. Donald your mouth has gotten you in trouble in the past and yet you still have not learned." Poole sighed. "I am not going to put Lela in situation that may only make matters worse. Instead you will apologize to Max for insulting his sister."
"I'm sorry Max, I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying." Donald looked at Max in fear.
"I will let Lela know what you said and assure her you will never talk like that to her again." Max replied. "Apology accepted."
"Great now let's get down to business." Poole said in relief. "Max has found a job for you Donald."
"You did?" Donald now perked up.
"He did, but first how about a beer?" Poole smiled broadly. "Jane would you be so kind?"
I knew now what Poole's plan was. I sauntered over to the refrigerator Max keeps the beverages in. I pulled out three beers and poured myself a glass of wine Max had provided just for me. Returning I handed Donald the first beer making sure to bend at the waist exposing my tits. Next I served Max whose eyes never left mine before serving Poole.
In a show of dominance Poole purposely gawked at my tits the whole time. He smiled broadly then watched as I took my seat beside him. We all took a drink then Poole motioned to Max to start.
"It isn't much but it should get you back on your feet." Max started to explain.
"Is it in sales?" Donald interrupted.
The same old Donald, never knowing when to just shut up and listen. Just had his ass handed to him and already he's back to old habits.
"Not really, more of a management position." Max tried to clarify.
"Great so I'll have my own staff?" You could almost see the wheels turning in his feeble brain.
"Not exactly." Max exhaled in frustration. "Donald, the job is night manager at a sports bar."
You could almost see Donald deflate as he heard the words come out.
"I don't understand." Donald reeled in disappointment.
"Take it or leave it." Poole replied taking over for Max. "If you pass on this Donald you're on your own."
"How much does it pay?" Donald sunk in the chair.
"Thirty five, benefits and a car." Poole said bluntly.
"Thirty five? But that's less than a fourth of what I was making before." Donald sulked.
"A third." Max corrected him.
Poor Donald, did he really think he could bullshit Max?
"Donald, this is the offer. Six nights a week, you start at eight, the bar closes at two, you and the staff clean the bar for the next day's opening." Poole explained. "No drinking on the premises, working or not, not even a beer."
"Is this at least a family business?" Donald asked knowing the benefits of profit sharing.
"No Donald. As we discussed before, you are no longer eligible to work in any family business." Max reminded him.
After that Poole and Max continued to explain in detail the job and what it would entail. I thought for sure Poole had pushed Donald too far this time. But in spite of my state of undress, being reprimanded, me sitting beside Poole, and the lowly position being offered Donald accepted without further complaint. The last indignity was when Poole explained Donald would be getting the old car I was driving and I would be getting a brand new one.
I knew Poole's method of setting the stage to take advantage of every situation, still I found no pleasure watching Donald squirm in front of us. Donald is my husband and in many ways a good man. My love for him died years ago, now my respect for him has been lost as well.
I realized this meeting was as much for me as Donald. What husband would allow his wife to expose herself like I was? How could a business man with years of experience give in so easily and accept such a menial job he wasn't even qualified for? Most of all Max and Poole reminded me in spite of Donald's recent blunders at work he really hasn't changed at all.
Donald left and shortly after Max left too. Poole had that look of a job well done. I knew it well from my time working with him. He was satisfied but would never gloat. Still I had a feeling we were alone for a reason.
"How about a swim?" Poole started to unbutton my top.
"Just a swim?" I teased.
"Maybe, maybe not." Poole pulled my top off.
I stood and slipped my bikini bottoms off and headed to the pool and jumped in. When I turned Poole was headed my way with a semi hard cock. I hoped it would be maybe not.
We actually did swim, well at least Poole did. I just kind of floated around until he came up behind me. Poole wrapped me in his arms and nibbled on my neck.
