All grown up
This Fictional Story is written by Mat, and contains explicit sexual material and situations involving consenting Adults. No reference to u******e persons is intended or implied. No reference to real Persons dead or alive is intended or implied.
When I stopped and thought about it, I really could not remember how long I had known Dee. I guess her mother had started working with us shortly after she had been born, so perhaps I had known her all her life.
Dee's mother was a true sweetheart, in every sense of the word, and although she was no longer with our company, we still kept in touch. She had raised Dee as a single mother on a fairly reasonable income, but despite all the love, there were still some rough patches. Dee had run away from home once, had run away to try to find her deadbeat dad, and had gotten into some minor sc****s with the school authorities.
Late one Friday afternoon, I looked up from my desk to see a gorgeous, long-legged red head standing in the door of my office. It took me a minute to recognize her, but it was Dee. She was very excited to see me, and I probably had not seen her since she had been in junior high. She certainly looked different. Her body had shapes now that it had never had before, and she was wearing a cut-away top that exposed the most delicious set of tits imaginable. I had to stop myself from ogling her, remembering that this was my friend's daughter.
After we had caught up on things, I asked Dee what she was doing here. She admitted that things had been a bit rough with the job situation since she left high school. She wanted to start college next year, but her boyfriend wanted her to backpack around Europe for the summer. Basically, she was broke, unemployed and wanted to know whether there was anything that she could do for me. I let out a long sigh, things had not been particularly good in the last 18 months, and I could not forsee taking on any new employees, considering that I had had to lay off several the month before. Dee understood the situation with work, and then asked if there was anything that she could do for me at home. This offer intrigued me. I did not know whether Dee knew that my wife had died last year, or not.
I started with an innocent inquiry, "what were you thinking you might be able to do" I asked. She suggested yard work, or painting. I agreed that the back yard did need some work, and that she could come by on Saturday morning to get started. I would pay her much more than just a minimum wage. She was thrilled, and agreed to be there at 8am sharp!
When I got up on Saturday morning at 9:30, I had completely forgotten about the deal I had made with Dee. As I sipped my coffee, it took me a minute to understand why there was a statuesque redhead raking my lawn in Daisy Dukes and a halter top. I guess Dee had tried the doorbell, but as I was fast asl**p she got going on what looked like it needed doing.
I wandered out onto the back patio by the pool, still dressed in my shorts and a robe and greeted Dee. "Hey, that looks really great" I said, "you're doing a great job". Dee smiled, and then looked down at my crotch. My robe had fallen open, and she could see my cock peeking out from the leghole of my shorts. "Hmmm," she said "that looks really great too!" and then she giggled as I covered myself up. A bit embarrassed, I asked her if she wanted to take a break, and come inside for a cup of coffee. She agreed.
Once we were sitting in the living room over a cup of coffee, something hit me, and I found the nerve to ask Dee what was really on my mind. I knew that deep down she was not really "that kind of a girl", but I also knew that she had been around the block a few times. I asked her if she was satisfied doing yard work around the house, for minimum wage plus, or whether she thought she might like to do other things and make a bit more money. She looked perplexed, and then asked what I had in mind. I explained that since my wife had died, I had considered going online and finding some companionship, but had hesitated as I didn't know whether I would find anyone I could trust who would not rip me off. Instead, I had been pleasuring myself for over a year. Dee was not shocked my my honest admission, and was both sympathetic to my plight and intrigued by where I was leading. "you know" she said "You are a very handsome man. My Mom and I have always talked about you as being almost the perfect man. Now, if you are saying what I think you are saying, I think we can work out an arrangement. Do you want to pay me piecemeal, or put me on salary?"
My jaw must have dropped open a foot. I stumbled for a bit, and then asked "Is this something you do regularly?" Dee replied that this was her first foray into this, but that she had always been intrigued by the thought of being a call-girl. She, like me, had thought about going online to offer her services, but was afraid of what might be lurking out there. My offer, if it was a bonafide offer, was something that interested her greatly as she felt it would be safe.
I was still stunned, but found the nerve to ask her what kinds of services or prices she had in mind. Dee went on to explain that she had formulated a brief list:
- if you want me to do a strip show for you it will be $100;
- if you want to fondle me in any way, it will be an extra $50.
- if you want to jack yourself off while I strip, that will also be an extra $50;
- if you want me to massage you and jack you off, it will be an additional $150;
- I'll suck you off for $500;
- you can fuck me for $1000; and
- you can have my ass for an additional $1500;
I said "I think I should put you on salary! How does $20,000 per month sound to start? For that I get everything, and I do mean everything".
Dee thought for a moment, and then asked if it came with room and board. I nodded, she could have the guest room to herself. She then asked whether her boyfriend could move in too. I shook my head, he is going to have to wait until your contract is up. Dee bit her lip, but I guess she figured that there would not been much need for a boyfriend if she was going to be my personal sex toy. Dee then stood up, extended her hand, and in a very business-like way said "you've got a deal!".
I was delighted, and suggested that we celebrate this new job with a glass of champagne. Dee was happy to get the bottle and the glasses from the fridge, and as she scampered off she said "don't go anywhere! and giggled".
(to be continued)