Bobby didn't have school because of the teacher's convention and was on his way to a small local motel that had recently been purchased by a couple new to Jamestown.
The woman who'd purchased the motel called Bobby and told him she heard he might be interested in mowing their lawn and cleaning their pool. She asked if he might want to work for them. She explained that because her husband had a full-time job and had to work a lot of overtime to supplement their income until the motel started showing a profit, so she needed to find someone to do some of the work that needed to be done.
Bobby said he'd come over and talk with her to see what kind of deal they could work out.
The woman, who told Bobby her name was Debbie Danton, told him she'd either be in the office, or out by the pool. He said he'd see her in about a half an hour. He wasn't sure what to expect, but figured if she was old enough to buy the motel, Mrs. Danton was probably middle-aged.
When Bobby pulled up in front of the motel went to the office, and saw a sign in the window stating that the manager was out at the pool. He headed in that direction and got a huge surprise. The woman sitting next to the pool, wearing one of the scantiest swimsuits he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, was anything but middle aged. She probably wasn't even thirty yet. He couldn't help staring at her, and at what there was of the swimsuit.
The suit, made of metallic fabric with a blue and green print, covered - just barely - an exceedingly prime body. The suit was. The bra held a pair of small, but firm-looking breasts, and the bottom was, essentially, two tiny Vees of cloth connected by very thin straps. Those straps encircled slim, finely-formed hips. Bobby couldn't take his eyes off her. Her tan skin - and a lot of it was exposed - gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.
The woman sat up when she saw him approaching. "You Bobby Draper?" she asked softly.
"Um, yeah, I...I am," he replied. "You...you must be Mrs. Dalton." His voice sounded funny and he wondered if she noticed.
"Have a seat, Bobby," she said, "let's see if I can convince you to come to work for Biff and me."
Bobby sat down in a chair next to her, and continued to stare at her. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself.
"So, you have experience mowing grass and cleaning pools?" Mrs. Dalton asked. Her voice was soft, husky, and very sexy.
"Yeah, I do..." Bobby replied. He took a deep breath. "I've been doing it for some of our neighbors for three or four summers, now."
They talked for a while. Mrs. Dalton told him what she expected him to do, and Bobby asked questions about what equipment they had. He also explained that he would only be able to work for them until the end of summer because he was going away to college in the fall. All the time he and the pretty motel owner were talking, he kept looking her over, and getting hotter and hotter. He wondered if she had any idea of the effect she was having on him.
After a while Mrs. Dalton stretched languidly, then she stood up. "Would you like a cold drink, Bobby?" she asked. "I could use one."
"Ah...I...I guess I could, too," Bobby croaked.
The attractive woman smiled. "Come on," she said, "Let's go in the office, I have sodas in the fridge, there." She started for the motel office which was in front of the owner's living quarters.
Bobby got to his feet, tried to get his rigid shaft arranged comfortably enough to allow him to walk, and followed Mrs. Dalton. As she walked ahead of him, he had the pleasure of watching her well-shaped buttocks move as she walked. The bikini bottom was so tiny he could see all of her luscious ass!
In the motel office, Mrs. Dalton got a can of diet soda out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. She got a can of beer out for herself, opened it, and took a long swig. "Do you like doing odd jobs, Bobby?" she asked.
"It's OK," Bobby replied. "I've been doing it to raise money for college. One of the nice things is that I get to meet a lot of interesting people."
The pretty motel owner grinned. "Do you consider me interesting, Bobby?" Debbie purred.
"Ah...I...I guess I do, Mrs. Dalton," he replied.
"I'd like it if you called me Debbie, if you're going to be working for me," the woman said. "I think it's better if friends are on a first name basis, don't you?"
"Ah...sure, ah...Debbie," Bobby said. With his heart pounding, he took a step toward his new employer. He'd noticed a look in her eyes that he'd seen before, and, unless he was totally wrong, she was making him an offer, one he was dying to accept.
