My name is Jake Camden, a 26-year-old former model from the University of Texas that is now in the real estate business in Texas. I work at a Century 21 real estate firm in Austin owned by a mother and daughter. The mother is Leslie Marshall, a pillar of the community in her late 60's that is on the verge of retiring. Her daughter, and co-owner of our firm, is Debra Marshall, a 36-year-old quasi-celebrity. I say quasi celebrity because from 1998 to 2002 she worked for World Wrestling Entertainment as a sexy diva that persuaded men with her sexy assets. I was a huge wrestling fan, and still am to an extent, so I knew of Debra. What I didn't know was that she seemed to despise men.
Even though I never asked, I assumed it was because she was married to Steve McMichael, a former football player that was known to cheat her and also former wrestler Steve Austin, who four years ago in 2002 got charged for beating her. Also, in our office there are seven employees that work under Leslie and Debra. Four are women while the only men are a gay dude named Lance and a 60 something year old man Charlie that's been dating Leslie for about a decade. In 2003, with Leslie having money from her late husband's success as an oil salesman and Debra from settlements she got from her two marriages they took over this firm. In late 2005, when I was close to graduating, I read about how this office was struggling and that it might close down, so I figured I'd apply there. The first time I did, Debra interviewed me and was really cruel giving me her man hate attitude. Then I tried again, this time I was interviewed by Leslie, who is a very nice older woman, and I got the job starting in 2006.
I started working for Debra and Leslie on January 9th, 2006. It was a bit of a drag because my girlfriend moved three hours away from me, so I only really saw her on weekends. It was hard working in an office with mostly females without acting on it. All the girls that worked there were nice to me and the two that I would consider dating respected that I had a girlfriend, so nothing ever happened. In my mind, though, I felt like ending the relationship with my girlfriend because the distance was a little too much. Then things changed on Valentine's Day, February 14th.
It's been 26 days since I got the job and since I got hired I've sold or leased 58 properties. Company profits for the month of January were up 80% and halfway through February we were on pace for profits of over 125% in that month. With this news also came the announcement that I'd won employee of the month for the second month in a row, despite the month being only half over. Everybody was happy for me because they knew how hard I worked and how much I wanted to be successful. The way the office was set up was there was a big open space with seven cubicles where we all had our own desks, computers and two chairs in a small space while Debra and Leslie had very large, spacious offices with top of the line desks, couches, computers and everything else. When the seven of us that work in the cubicles went to lunch that day together, one of them informed us that Leslie was planning on retiring soon and that Debra would be picking one of us as the successor. While most fired off one liners ripping on Debra being mean or whatever, I never really said anything because I felt that while she had never gone out of her way to be nice to me, she never was mean to me either. So I sat there silently most of the lunch.
The day went by rather quickly. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be with my girlfriend that night because of the commute, but I had a busy day of work that day. I spent much of the afternoon on the phone closing two deals for condos that had been tough to rent. While most of my co-workers could barely close two deals per week, I was doing over two a day. Big office deals too. Not just small time stuff. I really worked hard to perfect my craft. It didn't hurt that I had good looks and a ripped body that I took care of. Often times I'd try to close deals on the phone, couldn't do it and then when I'd meet them in person people were more willing to make a deal. I never compromised the business, though. Never slept with a woman to cut a deal. Never did anything underhanded.
Every day at the office was fun only because I got to look at Debra. Despite not being in wrestling, she kept in great shape and often wore short skirts to show off her impeccable legs. Debra looked so gorgeous on Valentine's Day. She had on a red business suit, the type she'd wear in WWE, with a very short skirt to accentuate her legs and ass, black heels and a buttoned up top covering her bra, which housed her world famous 36D sized breasts, also known as puppies. They were implants sure, but they turned me on big time.
I left the office just before 6pm as the day ended (we work from 10-6 in real estate) with the intent of going to show a house to people for a couple hours. As I was about to leave the office out the front door, Debra called me into her office.
"Got a second?" She asked.
"Sure. What's up?"
"You going to show that house on Main Street right?" I nodded yes. "How long will you be?" She asked.
"About an hour and a half, tops. Why?"
She explained, "I was going through the payroll since today is the 14th and tomorrow is pay day. I just got done looking at your output so far this month. I was hoping you could spare some time so I could talk to you about a bonus. You've definitely earned it."
"I guess I could stop by after I'm done, sure."
"Okay great, it probably won't be too long." She explained. "Just that nobody here has performed at such a level that they warranted a bonus before, so I wanted to talk to you about it. We can negotiate what's fair. Like I said, it won't take long and I know you probably have plans tonight for Valentine's with..."
"No," I interrupted.
"I thought you had a girlfriend?" She wondered.
"I do, but she lives three hours away and since it's a Tuesday today we're going to hold off on that."
"I understand." She paused, then as if a lightbulb came on above her head she said something more. "Why don't you pick up some dinner when you get back here? I was going to get some myself, but since you'll be back here you might as well get it."
Intrigued by the offer, I let out a smile. "Sure. Italian sound good?" She said that's fine.
"The front door will be locked soon when everybody gets out, so just knock on my back door here. One other thing, Jake. This won't just be a business meeting. It's after hours. Nothing is off limits." I smiled back at her, closed the door and had the biggest shit eating grin on my face.
I admit that when I showed the house that night I didn't really focus on it. All I had on my mind was Debra and what an opportunity I had sitting in front of me. I picked up some fettuccini alfredo from an Italian restaurant, plus some salad and some water, then head back to the office at about 8:45pm. While I sat in the car waiting to go into her office, my cell phone rang. It was Debra. She asked where I was. I told her I was "almost there" just because I needed a moment before I went into the room. I asked her if she wanted me to get dessert, but she informed me that it was taken care of. She hung up, so then I called my girlfriend just to check in for the night and tell her I was going to the gym, then to bed and that I'd talk to her another time. I looked back into Debra's office from afar and noticed the blinds in one corner of her office weren't closed. I took a peek inside the room to see Debra looking at herself in the mirror touching up her lipstick. I also noticed her skirt and how it was up higher than normal, yet very reminiscent to how short she wore it when she was in WWE. I stopped looking into the room, then knocked on the door and she answered it. When I walked in, she made sure to lock the door and told me to have a seat the small table she set up in the corner of the room, which is where we'd be eating. I also noticed her closing the curtain that I was peeking into the room out of. I'm not sure if that meant she saw me or if she just noticed it now.
The table we were eating on was very makeshift. It was just one of those ones you can pull out of the closet to set up. I had a seat across from her as she sat with her legs crossed. Those legs were fantastic. I felt like my heart skipped a beat just looking at them. As she was eating the fettuccini alfredo, a bit of the white sauce spilled from her mouth and landed on her leg, just above her knee. Ten seconds later, she didn't really notice it so I pointed it out. I sorta chuckled as I told her what it was because it sorta looked like cum and with the way my mind was working I certainly did think of that in that situation. She politely smiled, wiped it off and folded a napkin over her legs while uncrossing them. Soon after the business aspect of our talk was over and it got a little more personal.
"So tell me about this girlfriend of yours?" She wondered.
"We've been going out a few months. She's a nice girl. I don't know how serious it is or what kind of future it is, but we've had some fun."
"That's nice to hear. Obviously if it was really serious you'd be with her right now, right?" She asked.
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know where our relationship is, but maybe since I'm not with her on a night like this it's a sign of something. Forget about me, what about you?"
"Ha, what about me?" She said with a smile. "I married Steve McMichael, we hated eachother for years, we took forever to come up with a settlement and when we divorced I was so fucking happy. Then I'm single again, I meet Steve Williams in WWE, it goes good for like two years and then that gets messed up too. Since then I haven't had a date. Haven't been with a man at all sexually and I'm sure some of the people in this office think I'm some sort of bitchy man hater or something."
"I won't lie to you, I've heard some say it. I'm not going to name anybody, but some of them think you're a little too rough in general." I informed her as I wondered if I made a mistake by saying this.
"I'm not surprised," she conceded as she sipped on her bottled water. "I've become a tougher person because of the failures in my personal life. I still have a lot of goals and I try to accomplish them with a tough exterior. I'm not like my mother, though. She's angelic almost and nice to a fault. We don't always agree on stuff. Like you, for example. I didn't think you were qualified for this job, but I was wrong. I don't have a problem admitting when I'm wrong. I was wrong about you. You're the best employee I've ever had and you're an even better person."
As I took my last bit of fettuccini alfredo off my plate and she did hers, I could only say "thank you, I really appreciate that."
With dinner out of the way, we talked a little more business. She sat behind her desk and told me she wanted to talk to me about what kind of bonus I would receive. She told me that her mother wasn't aware that she was giving me a bonus, but that she was doing this because she felt I deserved it.
