With an acknowledgement to Willie Nelson's "I Just Dropped By" for the idea (but not the detail, of course!)
ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS (18).
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Gary had a busy afternoon contacting as many of his regulars as he could. Some grumbled at him a little but his relationship with almost all of them meant that they still finished each call on good terms.
Before leaving time he called Molly again and requested a copy of his own existing contract. He had suddenly thought that he ought to have something to tempt his possible successor with.
"Why don't you come up here and fetch it Gary," said Molly seductively. "George went out to lunch and now he's playing golf. He won't be back!"
Gary laughed. "Not today Molly although if you download it to my work station I promise to return it personally tomorrow afternoon. How does that sound?"
"OK Gary, that sounds fine but you know that all you have to do is to delete the file I download? You don't need to see me personally to do that."
"Maybe, but I still think it would be better if you were there to examine how I do it, don't you?"
"You've got a date. George is off to the accountants with your new contract tomorrow afternoon. We'll be alone!"
Gary finished the call with his cock tenting his trousers again! Janice came in so he stayed seated.
"Here is your post for signing Gary. Oh, a lady called Gerry called and asked that you call her back after three thirty."
Janice seemed a little grumpy so Gary stood up and kissed her gently.
"Thanks Jan, I'll sign these and then you can take them and post them. Don't come back today. Have a nice evening!"
"Oh thank you Gary, I will!"
"And Jan, don't overdress up tomorrow. It's an ordinary working day until the announcement at noon. Has everybody been informed?"
"Yes they have," laughed Janice. "They all seem to think it's redundancies or that the company has been sold. They will be quite relieved, and disappointed, when they are told the truth!"
Gary laughed too and gave Janice a friendly smack on the bottom as she left.
He got down to the task of trying to devise an attractive contract for his successor and at the same time saving the company some money to offset the cost of his own contract. At the end of the afternoon he felt that he had done a good job and still had a little room to manoeuvre.
Gary treated himself to a couple of pints and a steak on the way back to Nuneaton. The last job he had done in the office was to write a letter giving notice to quit his flat. How the hell he had ever taken it in the first place he didn't know; it was too far from work and he didn't know anybody in Nuneaton.
After giving his order to the attractive young waitress he called Gerry. She picked up immediately.
"Oh Gary, I've been waiting ages for you to call. The house seems so empty this evening and you won't be here tomorrow either. Tell me what you've been doing today?"
Gary gave her a potted version of his actions and movements during the day, telling her that the secrecy would be over by lunchtime.
"That's good darling. What about the delicious Molly and your big titted secretary, Janice isn't it? Have you fucked either of them?"
Gary laughed. "Not yet, I said that I would tell you when and if I have, didn't I? Janice told me today that she wants me to talk dirty to her so I'll be keeping in practice for you, my darling!"
Gerry laughed, "and Holly and Ivy, did you fuck them this morning before you left for work?"
"More like they fucked, ravaged and raped me," said Gary softly as the waitress approached. "I've got to go darling, it looks like my steak is ready; see you Wednesday!"
"Would you like to follow me sir," smiled the waitress. Gary stood and followed as requested. He noted her trim attractive figure as he walked behind her; she was a little slimmer than Ivy but about the same height. His cock firmed up in his pants as he thought of his younger daughter.
The waitress held his chair for him as he sat, her lovely chest about six inches from his face. Her left breast was close to him; according to her little badge mounted at its peak her name was Rose.
"Thank you Rose," said Gary, not changing his line of sight. Rose seemed to him to take a deep breath as if to try to touch him with her breast.
"I'll fetch your meal sir," she said. "I won't be a moment."
She was as good as her word, returning within a minute with his plate. She fussed around him, making sure that he had everything he needed.
Gary felt at that moment that what he needed was to bury his nose down Rose's lovely cleavage. Her uniform was dark blue, square cut on the chest and low enough to show her charms; her breasts were beautifully rounded with that cleavage so inviting!
"You look much happier now than when you first came in sir," Rose chatted animatedly, smiling all the time. "Have you had an exhausting day?"
"Very much so Rose, very much so! I've promised myself an early night tonight to recover from that and also the very hectic weekend I've just had. I've also got a very busy day tomorrow."
"Your life sounds much more exiting than mine sir. Mine's just the same old drudgery every day. I've got two kids and a husband to look after and feed so I have to take this crummy job in the evening."
"Do you have a daytime job as well?"
"Only part-time at the moment but I hope it might develop. I do telephone sales for a timber company. It's quite interesting, learning all about the different woods and everything. I never knew there were so many different types before I started work there. Enjoy your meal sir!"
She left him and Gary started to eat. However, Rose had started a train of thought and he followed it through. He wondered; Rose had seemed bright and articulate. Maybe? As he put down his knife and fork she returned with the dessert menu.
"Who do you work for," he asked? "I'm in the timber trade too; I'm with Arnold's."
"Ooo, I've heard of them," answered Rose perkily. "That's a quality business, my boss says and he should know. I work for Quinton Timber. You have all the best woods!"
"Thank you Rose, we like to think so. Tell me Rose; if you are looking for advancement and would consider a move I might have a proposition for you. I've not thought it through yet but if you will leave me your name, address and phone number I will give you a call, probably sometime next week."
Rose looked down at her customer, this handsome mature man who had just said that he might have a better job for her. Could she trust him? Did she want to? Infringing on her thoughts came the feeling that she quite fancied him; she suddenly felt damp in her panties.
"Just coffee please! Rose!"
