(The fifth installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)
Chapter 1: The Proposal
"Oh shit. I can't believe you're going to really do this," Lance Sheldon said to himself, as he pulled into the parking lot of the store Rebecca Goldstein and her husband owned. Lance had been hot for Mrs. Goldstein ever since he had her daughter, Kara, in his third grade class two years ago. He loved the way she presented herself, in her array of pantsuits and high heels. The way her pants always hugged her ass, never escaped his attention.
Lance was halfway through the front door when he got nervous, and turned to walk back to his truck. "Hey Stranger!" He froze, instantly recognizing the voice that caught him before he could make his escape.
Turning around with a concentrated effort, to render the expression on his face anything but Oh fucking shit, he smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Goldstein. How are you this morning?"
"I'm doing very well and yourself, Mr. Sheldon?"
"I'm doing awesomely, thank you."
"Well, what brings you over this way today?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you about an employment opportunity," Lance said truthfully.
"Oh, you're looking for summer work. Why don't we step into my office and we can discuss some options," Mrs. Goldstein suggested, as she started toward the back of the store. Without replying, Lance followed behind, waiting to explain his situation in the privacy of the office.
Once in the office, Lance looked around the walls while Mrs. Goldstein shut the door behind him. A dozen or so pictures lined the walls of the office. There were pictures of young kids, sunsets, beaches, and animals. The pictures looked professionally done, but Lance was pretty sure he knew why those particular pictures made their way to Mrs. Goldstein's walls. "These are awesome pictures, Mrs. Goldstein," Lance said enthusiastically.
"Please, it's Becky, and thank you, Mr. Sheldon. I took, developed, and matted them all myself."
"Please, call me Lance. I had a feeling you did," Lance said, pointing to a picture of two little kids on a carousel. "That one is the same one you gave me as a present last year."
"So it is," Becky replied. "Have a seat Lance, and we can discuss a couple of openings I have for summer help."
"I'm not actually looking for a job for myself," Lance explained. "I'm looking for employment for someone else."
"Oh, you have a friend that would like a job?" inquired Becky.
Now feeling anxious and awkward, Lance continued, "Well, I don't know if this friend would want this job or not."
"I don't understand what you're getting at, Lance. You're trying to get a job for a friend who may not want the job?"
"Well, I would like to hire someone for a job I want done this summer. I am in an interesting situation. For some time now, I have wanted to do a photo shoot. Not just any photo shoot, however. I want to be the center of a provocative photo shoot. My wife laughed at the idea and said that I was ridiculous. So, I wanted to find someone I could hire, not only in a professional capacity, but also someone that I would be comfortable enough with to be traipsing around scantily clothed."
"And you thought of me?" Becky questioned, as if she was completely befuddled.
"Yes, I thought of you immediately, actually. We've always had a strong rapport with one another, I have always felt very comfortable around you, and you are amazing with a camera," Lance explained again pointing out the picture filled walls. "The thing is, we need to keep this on the extreme down low. My wife thinks it's ridiculous, so I don't want her to know anything about it, if we decide to do it."
"Well, I have to agree. This is an interesting and unique offer you've presented me with. Not something I have done before. We would need to keep it on the down low on both our ends. I don't think my husband would be all that enthusiastic about this type of a gig. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Today is Tuesday. You give me three days to think it over. Come back in Friday morning, and I will let you know what I've decided." With that, Becky Goldstein stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.
Lance stood up, huge smile on this face, and headed for the opened door, stopping to shake Becky's hand. "Thank you for your time, Mrs Go.... Becky. See you on Friday."
"No problem, Mr. Sh...Lance. Thanks for coming in. See you on Friday," Becky smiled back.
Chapter 2: Contemplation
Oh man, oh man, Lance thought to himself as he walked out of the Goldstein's store, you actually did it. Lance couldn't believe that he actually followed through with what he thought only a fantasy for the past few months. Now all I have to do is wait. Three days. Three Frigging days.
Wow! Becky thought to herself as she closed her office door behind her daughter's former teacher. Did he really ask he what I think he asked me? He wants me to take provocative photos of him? What does that mean, scantily clad? Does that mean boxers? Naked? Wow! Her mind was spinning as she sat back down at her desk and went back to work.
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As Becky lay in bed that night, she tossed and turned, unable to get the thought of the potential gig, that Lance Sheldon had proposed to her earlier in the day, off her mind. Fighting the inability to sleep, Becky crawled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen for a drink of water.
"Stop thinking about this for just tonight. I can't take on this assignment. It's wrong," Becky told herself, as she grabbed a glass and turned on the faucet. She looked up at the microwave and realized it was 3:30 in the morning. Turning off the faucet she thought, I need more than water. She walked over to and opened the refrigerator door. Quickly scanning its contents for just the right refreshment for the occasion, Becky spotted it and grabbed it. She began to feel more relaxed as she poured herself a glass of red vine. After replacing the bottle and picking up her glass, Becky went through the darkened house to the living room, where she slumped down on the couch.
As she sipped her wine, more specific thoughts of photographing Mr. Lance Sheldon ran through her head. He is a young, attractive man with a great personality. If I were to take on the job, I would conduct myself in a professional capacity, and charge Lance my going hourly rate. In addition to getting paid to complete a new and exciting photography gig, I will get to see a desirable man's chiseled body. It was well known around school that Mr. Sheldon was a bit of a health freak and attended his local gym often. Will I see his defined abs and chest? That tight little ass? Will he get completely naked? All these thoughts were beginning to have an affect on more than just Rebecca Goldstein's mind. As she set her glass of wine on the coffee table, she felt her nipples getting hard. She tilted her head back, slowly reaching under her short little nighty, and began massaging her clitoris with one hand and her nipples with the other.
"Oh, Mr. Sheldon," she said out loud. "Just like that. I love the way you touch me. You keep that up and you're going to make me cum before you even fuck me."
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"Honey, wake up. You need to get ready for work. What are you doing down here anyway?" Raymond Goldstein asked, nudging his sleeping wife.
"Huh? What? What's going on? Becky mumbled.
