Clearing the company books is the one time of year that Robert really loves his job as an accountant for SAMS Spa health resort. Sure, once a year for a couple of nights a week, he has to work late, but he doesn't mind. He's got nothing to go home to anyway except an empty house, his wife of 24 years having died of cancer four years ago.
Besides, he enjoys his job. It's what he went to college for, what he trained for. Balancing the financial records gives him a sense of accomplishment. He gets the satisfaction of a job well done when all the debits and credits balance.
He has been the bookkeeper for the health club for a little over eight years and in all that time the ledgers have always come out even. He has always been able to show the dozen or so owners where they're making the most profit.
This year is no different from the last eight years. Robert is again working afterhours. It is late Tuesday evening, just shy of 9:30. He is alone; everyone else from the office having gone home hours ago, with the spa and sport shop closing up at nine. He is just finished putting the final changes on the Income Statement. He checks a few figures. Everything is ready for presentation to the partners next week.
He is going to tell them the same thing he has told them every year for the past eight years: They can increase their profit if they would charge the inner circle members - who ever they are - more for their extended use of the spa. He gets receipts for expenses - for party favors at prospective colleague gatherings - but there is very little extra income coming from these members. In addition, just as they have always done, the owners will tell Robert that they are aware of the situation and that he should not concern himself with the added expense.
What does he care; it's their company. As long as he gets his salary and the partnership is solvent. He sends his work to the printer. While it is printing he goes downstairs to the employee lounge to get himself a soft drink and something to snack on from the vending machines there. He is not going to feel like fixing himself anything to eat when he gets home.
"Someone left the light on in the lunchroom," he says to himself as he walks down the long hall.
As he approaches the room he can hear the distinct moaning of a woman. His first thought is that someone is hurt. So, he picks up his pace a bit. As he gets to the doorway he does not see anyone who is in need of assistance. But off to the right, sitting on the couch is the night manager of the spa and sport shop. Robert recognizes her; she is the petite brunette who is working her way through college. More importantly though, she is completely naked and fucking herself with a large vibrating dildo.
She is caressing her right nipple with her left hand while impaling her pussy with the dong. Her legs are wide open, her head is tilted up towards the ceiling and her eyes are closed; she does not see him. It is obvious to Robert that she came here to masturbate after shutting down the spa and sport shop. What is not so obvious to him is what his next step ought to be. He does not wish to disturb her; such would only embarrass her. Nevertheless, should he allow her to continue? However, before he can make a decision about what to do, she sees him standing in the doorway as she opens her eyes.
"Ahhhhh!" she screams. She sits up and reaches for her clothes lying on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't know anyone else was here," she says to Robert as she tries to cover herself with her clothing.
"That is apparent," he answers her. "I didn't know anyone else was here either. I'm the accountant. I've been upstairs working on the company books. I just came down here for a drink and something to eat. I won't bother you any more."
Robert then hastily leaves and goes back to his office without his drink and snack. Again, he is not sure exactly what he will do. He knows that if he reports her to the owners, particularly Alexis Dawn or Amy Michelle, she will be fired. However, he does not wish to see that happen because he knows that she needs the job. After mulling over it for several minutes he makes the decision to just forget about it. It's none of his business anyway. No sooner does he make this decision than she is standing at the door to his office. She is wearing a pink pants suit with a white blouse and black low heel pumps. She has a small black gym bag is in her hand; the strap to her purse is hanging out of the bag.
"May I come in?" she asks timidly.
"Sure, you're Nicole Celeste aren't you? The Asian graduate student they hired to close up the spa and sport shop in the evenings. Aren't you some kind of beauty queen or something?"
"Yeah, but I'm only part Asian; my mom is white. I was home coming queen last year for my college." She stands in front of his desk. "Look about just now. . ."
"Forget about it," he interrupts her, "It never happened. As far as I'm concerned, I'm here all by myself. I saw you leave 35 minutes ago."
"Oh mister, you don't know how. . ."
"Robert."
"What?" She asks surprised.
"My name is Robert. Call me Robert, OK?"
"OK Robert, you don't know how embarrassed I am. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that before."
"Well, at least not here anyway. Why are you embarrassed?" You didn't do anything wrong. Your choice of locations might have been a little off, but I don't believe that there is anything wrong with what you were doing. Just do me a favor will you?"
"What's that?" she asks him suspiciously and sits in a chair across from him, placing her satchel on the floor next to her.
"Don't do it again while I'm working late. Seeing something like that gets a man kind of horny, especially one who hasn't had sex since his wife died four years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Sorry for what? That my wife died or that I haven't had sex for four years?"
"Both I guess. Why haven't you been to bed with anyone for four years? You're pretty good looking. It shouldn't be too hard for a guy with your good looks to get a date."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"In two months I'll be double that. Most women your age don't even look at men my age unless they're rich or famous or both. I'm neither. So, that gets me off the young women's dating list. And most of the women my age are either married or not into my kind of sex. So, I masturbate."
"What kind of sex is it that you're into?" she inquires curiously.
"Bondage and discipline. My deceased wife and I used to get into it quite often."
"I had a boyfriend who used to spank me. It was OK. I kind of liked it, but it got so that the only thing he wanted to do was to beat my ass before sex. There was never any foreplay before or comforting after we had sex or anything. He'd just take a belt to my ass and then fuck me. So, I dumped him."
"Good for you Nicole. It sounds to me like he was nothing but a male chauvinist out for his own pleasure. Look, I don't want to change the subject, but it's late. I've got to be going. Can I drop you off somewhere?" Robert then walks across the room to the printer. He gets the Income Statement from the printer and puts it on his desk.
"No thank you. I have my car." Nicole stands up and picks up her gym bag. She turns and heads for the door.
"Then let me be a gentleman and walk you to your car? Chivalry isn't dead with me."
"Thank you," she says to him. "That's kind of you."
They take the elevator downstairs together in silence. As they are walking toward the door leading outside, Nicole is the first to speak. "I appreciate you walking me to my car. I also appreciate your not saying anything about my masturbating to anyone. I promise you, I'll never do anything like that again."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not judgmental." He holds the door open for her. "Besides, seeing you naked like that was a nice treat," Robert says and then he smiles at her.
"You dirty old man," Nicole jokingly says to him while giving him a coy smile. Then she playfully slaps him on his arm.
"Me, a dirty old man," he mockingly answers her as he locks the door leading into the building. "I wasn't the one masturbating with a vibrator in the employee lunchroom. That was you if you remember correctly."
"As a graduate student studying law, I'll have to take my fifth on that and refuse to answer it on the grounds that it may incriminate me." Now Nicole is smiling.
Robert does not answer her; he only shakes his head and smiles again at her.
Once in the parking lot Nicole points out her car. Robert walks her to it and tells her goodnight. He then watches Nicole as she drives off. He shakes his head again in disbelief. She has got to be one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen, or is he just saying that to himself because he saw the beauty queen naked and fucking herself with a vibrating dildo? He tells himself he will have to think about it for a while, at least for the next several days. But either way he wishes he were a few years younger. He would love to take her out. She has a beautiful smile to say nothing of her gorgeous tits.
By Friday he has forgotten all about the incident when Nicole appears at his office door. She is wearing tight fitting black jeans and a canary yellow T-shirt. Pictured on the shirt is a red rose with two green leaves attached to its stem. "See the good," is emblazed above the flower; "in all things," is below it. She is also wearing the same black pumps she had on Tuesday evening. Her black handbag is strung over her right shoulder.
"Robert, it's me. Remember the naughty little graduate student? Are you busy?"
"Hey Nicole, come in and sit down." Robert smiles and points to the chair across from him. "How could I forget you? What can I do for you?"
"I just came by to apologize again about Tuesday night," Nicole whispers. "I would have come by sooner but I had a difficult law exam to study for and couldn't get away."
"I told you not to worry about it."
