1. The Wooldridge family
I'm Sasha Wooldridge. A 20 year-old University student, living with our family of four in a quiet area of Toronto. Well, it
was
quiet. A lot has happened in the last year. I grew up a simple country girl, and was raised in the highlands north of Peterborough. It's a beautiful area, with lovely wooded rolling hills, landscape thick with evergreens, lush meadows, and cold flowing streams. The kind of idyllic surroundings that people in the bit cities dream of escaping to for a tree-change.
My childhood was blissful and quiet with my Mom, Dad and little brother Robbie. He's just turned 18 now, and has gone away to College in the US, though I live at home and commute to my classes in the city.
We moved to Toronto when I was 10 years old. Dad was a lawyer, and moved on from his small-town legal practice to a high-flying corporate law firm in Toronto where he was going to be a partner. I still don't know exactly what they do, but they do earn a lot of money. We have a big house. Actually, it's a mansion. It's on a sloping block, in a nice leafy suburb where we have an ideal view of the city, and access to everything.
When we first moved, I didn't like all the noise and hustle, even though we were a lot better off than most people. But the overriding memories of that period are more negative, because as soon as Dad made partner at the firm, he started acquiring the other kind, as well. He had affairs with both his private secretary and one of the firm accountants in his first 18 months in the job. Nobody seemed to bat an eyelid, either at home, or amongst his work friends. It was just what these powerful men at the company were able to do.
I only found out because I used to eavesdrop on Mom's tea party conversations with other wives from the office. When they were all together it was a happy gaggle, but as soon as they got down to twos and threes, the war stories started to come out.
"So, Janice, how are you managing as the wife of a Partner? I hear John's finding the company work fulfilling," Sally McMillan said suggestively, leaving it hanging.
Mom sighed and exhaled, "Yes....in more ways than one, I guess."
She returned Sally's gaze with a grim set of pursed lips. It wasn't easy for a stately Christian lady of sound upbringing, to know how to deal with Dad's misbehavior.
"Have, um....have you...ever had to...?" Mom was struggling to get the words out, even though she and Sally were both on the same wavelength.
Sally spared her the struggle: "Yes, plenty of times. But I just don't think about it because it consumes me. Years ago when I heard about a brief dalliance of Gordon's, I confronted him, but we only ended up fighting, and then he was sullen for the next three weeks. I thought he was ashamed at the time, but looking back it was just boys being boys. Heavens, Mr. Wentworth, the director, actually sent him one of his secretaries as a 'reward' for landing a big client. I only found out because the poor girl apologized to me at a Christmas party! But what could she do? If she'd said a word, her job would be on the line."
Mom was clearly distraught at hearing this. She hadn't confronted Dad about whether he had kissed a secretary, though deep inside, she knew there had been much more than that over the years. But, pretense was a good defense mechanism for now. She felt sinful just thinking about Dad calling those petite girls, hardly a year or two older than his own daughter, into his office. Maybe he was asking them if they needed a shoulder massage, then slowly unzipping the back of their dress, unclipping bras, watching their lingerie and bodice fall to their lap as they looked up at his face with their pure virgin gaze.
I guess Mom was probably also insecure about the fact that she wasn't the typical tall, thin lady of grace who enjoyed elevating herself above others in 4-inch heels. She was a shapely woman, that you might even call 'thick', with a large chest that she kept well hidden, and a voluptuous figure. Probably not the sort that is used to being whizzed around in ballrooms and affairs of state.
The thought of having to survive in the world without a rich and powerful husband, when she didn't particularly know what else to do, would be enough to shame Mom into being silent and standing by her man.
Anyway, I'm sure Mom refused to think about any of these illicit fantasies, but I certainly didn't. I had grown a lot in my teens, and also had a big pair of breasts, and I wanted to know and learn as much as I could about this whole new world of love and romance. Little did I know, it consisted mainly of powerful men taking the flower from untouched pale virgins with sweet innocent expressions.
I wondered if I would be such a one, imagining myself being taken in to the boss's room, seeing his hungry gaze, feeling his hands brush my breasts, and kissing me on the cheek while his strong cologne filled the air. I didn't really mind the idea. I wanted to explore love. I had only had one proper boyfriend, and that was already three or four years ago. I just wanted it to be with the right boy, and most of the ones I had known at school were bad news.
Snapping out of my romantic funk, I peered through the folding glass doors to the alfresco, where Mom and Sally were sitting. Mom seemed to have been lost in a similar daze to me, as she was bright red in the face, clearly ashamed of her own thoughts.
"Are you OK, Honey?" Sally asked.
"What? Oh! Yes, fine...fine," Mom blurted out, with no conviction at all. "Um...would you like some more tea?"
"No, I'm fine, Darling. Sorry...I shouldn't have blabbed so much."
"No, it's fine. Really," Mom continued, "I guess there's positives and negatives with any job. I'm really lucky to have the place here, and it's a great area for the kids to grow up." Mom forced a smile.
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Sally smiled back. She could see Janice was still struggling to come to terms with the realities of her life, but, for a woman seeking to move from mediocrity to the higher echelons of society, wealth and, possibly, power, it was a matter of supporting your husband and maintaining the image of the perfect family. She would come around, in time.
What Sally had never mentioned, though I had sensed it was a possibility from her loose talk, was that two could play these games. At Sally and Gordon's country estate, there were more than just a few pool boys who had entertained her, on occasion. Her smile broadened as she went off into her own blissful thoughts, particularly the previous summer, when Gordon had been called to work in British Columbia on a complex litigation case. In those weeks, she had found a sudden need for thorough pool cleaning.
She remembered fondly, batting her eyelids at the thirsty young men who stood before her in her bikini, as she interviewed them about conducting a thorough job. It was not above a high society lady to enter the realms of the
MILF
. Not by any stretch!
Her favorite had been Todd. He came early in the day and was prepared to stay all hours. When she offered him a glass of cold cordial to beat the heat, he gladly accepted and seated himself at the poolside bar on a high stool, his manly shaved chest beading with sweat from the morning's work.
With the girls away at college, Sally made her move. Heart thudding and throat dry, she approached Todd from behind, curving both her arms around his muscular stomach, thanking him for his efforts, and asking if he minded if she would 'help' him out a little. He was only too happy to oblige as she, continually massaging his firm abdomen with her petite hands, worked her way around to his front, looking straight at him with big eyes.
She nodded, as both her eyes asked his permission and the sultry sounds of a submissive, drawn-out "Yeah? Do you like that?" escaped her lips. She had continued working her hands down into his shorts until she ran into his already-firm member.
