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I had to remind myself that lingering between the sheets, Ed off to work, and playing with my dildo was not an occupation, however much I wished it was. Preoccupation, maybe. Does that count?

I had carved out quite a leisure schedule during the day to please my pussy but it wasn't a job and I wondered if rejoining the workforce might not be such a bad idea. That way I could sop up some of the boring times of the day with whatever skills I had beyond hotwife.

I called Ed and told him what I was thinking and he pointed out that while we had enough money to live on, "Mara, if you want to do something else during the day, why don't you make a list in two columns of what you do now and what you might possibly want to do and we'll go over it together when I get home tonight."

"See? You're just so damn logical. I'll work on the list."

Most college graduates go into a field that makes use of their degree but I graduated with a group Social Studies major with an emphasis in philosophy but there's not much use these days for philosophers so I couldn't use that.

I labeled the lists:

Present Activities

1 Grocery shopping

2 Seduce pool boy

3 Fuck next door neighbor, Gary

4 Fuck mailman

5 Tidy up the house

6 Go clothes shopping at mall

7 Wash clothes

8 Get picked up at the mall

9 Get picked up at the grocery store

10 Get the attention of bachelor two doors down

11 Manicure/pedicure

12 Sun bathing

13 Hair salon

Possible Jobs

1 Grocery delivery

2 Local fashion model

3 Call girl

4 Secret shopper

5 Grocery clerk

6 Associate salesperson at the lingerie store

7 Escort

8 Fuck the grocery store manager

9 Sex boutique sales girl

10 Dog walker

11 Hooters girl

After dinner that night Ed was excited to see my list because, well, in a marriage it's the little things that carry the day.

"Alright let's see what you got."

He studied the list like he was taking the SAT. "Um-hmmm...okay, well do you want my feedback on this?"

"Yes," I said eagerly.

"There does seem to be an overriding theme here. Not surprising of course but let's look at your lists in general. I had no idea you thought about the grocery store so much."

"Oh, that must be because of that cute store manager. Ya, I noticed that too."

"I think you could put two and twelve on the activities list together because sun bathing and the pool boy are essentially the same thing. Also, three and seven are the same so we can put those on the same line and..."

"Oh for crying out loud, Ed, you're not correcting my term paper. Just give me your two cents on the jobs list."

"Okay, okay. Grocery delivery person is too much work. Fashion model, you're beautiful enough but I'm guessing a tough business to crack. Escort would probably work because there's plenty of interested parties and you make your own schedule. What's a secret shopper?

"You work for the store, pretend to be shopping and catch people shoplifting."

"Well that could work but you might have to arrest yourself. Grocery clerk Is a possibility but you're on your feet for a long time although you'd meet a lot of guys in the checkout lane. Lingerie clerk, I'd put this on the very possible list. Ahhh, what's this? To my knowledge fucking the grocery manager is not really a job."

"Blowjob?" I said to my groaning audience.

"Sex boutique absolutely! You'd be a star, but dog walker? I can envision you being dragged down the sidewalk by two Dobermans. Hooters girl? They always need pretty girls so consider that a simple matter of applying for the job. The only medical thing to worry about there is the uniform cutting off your circulation. On the plus side the guys in my office will want to switch lunch spots just to see you."

"I'm still not sure how to approach this," I said, "Any suggestions?"

"Um, I guess I'd make a list in order of preference and stop at whatever floats your boat."

"Geez, not another list."

"You have to start somewhere, Mara."

***

Ed's enthusiasm for the sex boutique prompted me to start there so I got in the car and drove to 'The Other Girl', the store Ed and I had gone to awhile back. I might not have to introduce myself to the owner, Ben, because I had fucked him in front of the changing rooms and voyeurs outside the store window. No sooner had I gone through the door...

"Well this is my lucky day. The lovely Mara is back."

"Hello, Ben." He kissed the back of my hand. "I didn't know if you'd remember me."

"Are you kidding? I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day I put my dick in you. So, back for more bling?" He'd basically given me the hotwife jewelry I'd worn ever since and I gave him a little something in return.

"I'm here to see if you might give me a job. I'm a tad bored at home and I know plenty about everything in this store."

"I bet you do but we don't have enough business to support hiring someone. Between Dina and I we've got it covered."

"Was Dina the blonde who ran off with my husband?"

"That's the one."

"Fire her and hire me. I can increase your sales by fifty percent."

"Love to but can't do it."

"Why?"

"Married to her mother."

***

In the car I crossed that one off the list and on a whim I headed for the grocery store. At the customer service desk I asked to see the manager. "May I ask what this is about?" she asked.

"I want a job as a cashier or something, you know, like what you're doing."

She picked up a phone and called the manager, who was perched in a glass enclosed office where he could oversee the operation. Every time I went shopping there I'd look up and give him a flirty wave and he'd smile. He looked to be about 25 and well constructed. I developed quite a crush on bubble boy and made it my mission to work under him in some capacity.

"You can go up."

As I ascended the steps to his lair I tugged on the front of my dress until a little of my lace bra peeked out. The dress was absurdly short and tight and leaving next to nothing for the imagination to do. Wearing my 'fuckme' pumps I felt confident in my mission. The only thing I wouldn't know from a distance was if he happened to play for the other team but that would be settled as soon as he opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Tony, come in and have a seat," he said looking at my cleavage. Bingo. He looked as good closeup and I stuck out my hand.

"I'm Mara."

"I know. I see you in here often." Really?

"But how did you know my name?" Seriously, how'd he know my name?

"I asked one of the cashiers."

"Isn't that like illegal or something?"

"Oh I don't think so. Snoopy but not illegal. Sorry, but I just had to know your name. Up close I'm noticing a couple other things. First of all you're twice as beautiful in person and secondly I can't believe you're in my office." He definitely saw my anklet.

Getting locked in on my legs he mumbled something then came out of his trance, "Anyway, Janet said you wanted a job? Why would a girl like you want to work here?"

Here's where I sold it, crossing my legs slowly in the opposite direction. "Let's just say I was inspired by upper management."

Message sent and received. From then on it wasn't a standard application.

"Where in the store were you interested in working?"

"Oh, somewhere where I could be closely supervised. I like to be told what to do." I looked around, "Here's nice."

I detected some movement in the engine room. "You're applying for my secretary?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Well, I don't really need a secretary."

"Needs can change you know." I licked my upper lip, which almost caused a flash fire in the engine room.

"Let me ask you a few more questions. I noticed a ring on your finger."

"That's not a question but I'll answer it anyway. Yes, I'm married BUT I'm what is referred to as a hotwife. Do you know what that is?"

"I think so. You may take some...liberties?"

"Basically, yes, and he likes to watch. These seem like very personal questions."

"Just a standard inquiry. Now what's your favorite position?" He sat back and smiled.

"I like them all but I have a real affection for being bent over a grocery manager's desk, maybe one like yours, and getting fucked really hard."

"Oh fuck..." then there was a long silence where he looked at me like his favorite dessert and then he got up, locked the door, lowered all the blinds and his pants in one fluid motion.

"So you're hired," he said. "We'll work out the details later. You said you like to be told what to do?"

"Yes," I said with as much sexiness as humanly possible. "I love it."

"Then as your first duty, suck my cock."

"Yes sir," I said. He was so excited he was shaking. I held onto his buttocks and sucked him extra sloppily. I imitated a sex bimbo just for fun, "Am I helping you to manage, sir?"

"I'm managing just fine, thank you. Now get out of that dress and bend over my desk because that's what a good employee does."

"Yes, sir!"

I took my time so Tony could take it all in. He jerked himself silly watching me. After the last article of underwear came off and I stood there in my heels with my hands on my hips he said, "Oh, girl, you're a fucking vision. I'm giving you a raise. Bring that hot ass over here."

He took a handful of my hair and pulled me to his lips and we kissed. "Twist my nipples hard, sir. Hurt me, I like it," I instructed him. He delivered a breath taking torque on my sensitive tits and then bit down on one of them. I let out a long low groan in response to the pain and as it met the wet pleasure of my pussy, the orgasm took over my senses.

"Go on, fuck me, sir."

He turned me towards the desk and shoved my tits on to the top and entered me roughly. I'd asked him to fuck me hard and that's what I got. Bang, bang, bang. The customer service girl told me later she could feel the desk hit the wall. Every so often he would slap my bottom, something aggressive men are driven to do.

Then he surprised me by reaching into a file cabinet for what turned out to be a butt plug. I didn't see it coming until he had pushed it halfway in. Out of shock I gasped for air. With both my holes filled I arched my back and came again.

One thing about my grocery store crush was obvious, he had fucked a lot of girls in this office. Not that I minded, the more experienced the better. I had this to look forward to every workday.

But besides fucking him, what was my position in the store?

After he had sprayed my backside with his cum he said, "I'm going to put you on a check out lane so I can look down and see you. Then when I get horny I'll call you up to my office, fuck the shit out of you and then put you back on the lane. How's that sound?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"Two days a week to start?"

"Sounds great! By the way, ummmm, what about the stock boys?"

***

As soon as Ed came through the door I started a singsong chant, "I got a job, I got a job, I got a job..."

"That's fantastic. Let me guess...you've joined the sex boutique sales force?"

"No..."

"No? Oh, lingerie sales?"

"No..."

"Ummmm. Oh, you look a little flushed. I know...you fucked the grocery store manager!"

"Yes!!! And I'm going to do checkout when I'm not fucking him! That's actually two things on my list, five and eight!! It's only two days a week though."

"It sounds like a great start! How was he?"

"Terrific. I came three times. Ya, know, we are such weirdos. You come home from work and you're congratulating me on fucking yet another guy."

"Ya, I'm aware of what a kinky pair we are but I couldn't ask for a better mate. I want you to be happy even when I'm not around."

"I love you too."

***

I started out the next day trying to fill out a couple more days on my schedule. I thought escort made a lot of sense time wise even though I might have to fuck some unattractive guys in the process.

I sat down to the biggest escort website I could find and went through the process of setting up a profile complete with pictures, background, preferences, personal details, location and sometimes cost. There were some gorgeous girls on the site but I was every bit as attractive. The only thing slowing me down was someone to take my glam shots. I didn't want to flood the listing with selfies. It would look cheap.

Then I had a major epiphany. The bachelor two doors down drives a step-van and I seem to remember 'photographer' on the side. I ran out front and, glory be, there it was and I just hoped he would be home. After all my long distance flirting not getting his attention I could hire him to shoot me nude.

Brilliant!!!!

I knocked on the door with no answer but then, "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm your neighbor, Mara," I said nervously realizing what a handsome guy he was.

"Ya, I'm Brett, I've seen you."

I started stumbling over my words, "I, yes, I've seen you too. Ya."

"Well what can I do for you?"

"Yes, could you take some pictures of me. Like I wouldn't be wearing much. I don't know if you do that kind of thing but if you did..."

"You mean glam shots?"

"Yes. Some nude."

"No problem, I have a small studio setup in my basement for portraits and such. There's a small bed if you need it but you might want to go on location for the shoot. But...you're married right?"

"Yes. Wait a minute, is that why you looked away when I'd flirt with you?"

"Absolutely, and I'm nervous about taking your picture too."

When it came to teasing I just couldn't help myself, "Don't you think I would be worth a little danger?"

He seemed unsure as how to answer that and started shuffling his feet, balancing the desire to see me naked against the risk of being punched in the face.

To ease his internal wrestling match I said, "Don't worry, we have an open marriage."

"When do you want the shoot?" he replied quickly.

"Does today in about an hour work for you? I just need to put together some changes to bring over."

"My time is yours...for a small fee."

"Do you barter?"

Walking back to my house I was once again reminded that when dealing with men speak directly to that spot under their belt and you can get generally anything you want. I had created a whole mythology around this guy, cool and aloof, but it turns out I could have just gone over there, rang the doorbell and said 'I'm Mara, fuck me'.

I went through my wardrobe and picked out the sexiest dresses, lingerie and swimwear I owned. I laid them out as ensembles and put them on hangers. I put together a box full of cosmetics, three pairs of stilettos and headed back to his place.

He led me downstairs. "You can change in there," he pointed out, "and hang your clothes on the rolling rack." He studied me for a second, "You're a very pretty girl. If you don't mind me asking, what are these pictures for?"

I thought of making up some innocuous reasons but then decided to tell him the truth in hopes that he would take more appropriate pics based on the audience for them.

"They're to advertise my availability as an escort."

That was a real conversation stopper and he kept eyeing me up and down, probably having a hard time imagining an escort two doors down in the neighborhood.

"Are you sure your husband is okay with this?"

"Oh, sure, we went over it last night."

Finally coming out of his 'seeing Mara naked' stupor, he loosened up a bit, "Let's make some magic."

He turned all the lights on and the backdrop was awash in white. I came out in a black lace bra and panty ensemble, my flowing tresses playing beautifully against the black. Luscious red lipstick, black thigh high stockings and heels tied it all together.

"Make them want me," I said.

"Just move the way you feel it and I'll occasionally give you direction. Yes, that's it, very nice."

I let my sex loose and he moved with me.

"Show me your ass, touch yourself, both hands now, yes, yes, baby. Hot, now look at me back over your shoulder. YES! Beautiful. Take one bra strap off the shoulder. Yes. Turn to me, unhook your bra and let it slowly fall down your arms. Oh fuck, ya. Show them to me...beautiful..."

I was getting hotter than shit hearing him speak to me and I could tell he was lost in it as well.

"Oh, Mara, yes, touch yourself. Go, baby. Make me want to hire that killer body. C'mon girl, oh hell ya."

I figured we had all afternoon so in the guise of taking a break I moved towards him, got on my knees and unzipped his fly. He kept shooting away as I looked up at his camera and licked his dick. What I wasn't aware of was he switched the camera from photo to video.

"Ya, baby, yes, suck it, Mara. Suck it! Ohhhh shhhiiiittt. Uhnnnnnn fuck. I'm cumming girl. C'mon now, swallow..."

With a growl he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed nearly all of it. "That's just a down payment on the photo shoot," I told him.

I went back to the dressing room, changed outfits and redid my hair and makeup. I came out to find the bed had been moved in place, the sheets purposely disheveled.

"I was thinking," he said, "what says sex for sale better than a scantily clad you on an expensive yacht? You come across as beautiful and worth every penny. My friend has a boat that would be perfect, it's a nice day and it's only ten minutes to the dock."

"You wouldn't be scheming to get some neighbor pussy would you?"

"Oh no, I keep these shoots purely professional," he said, barely able to keep from laughing.

"Rrriigghhttt. I can see you're a bastion of integrity.

We got to the marina and the yacht was similar to some of those nice ones I saw the girls posing on at the website. He seemed to know the boat well, shooting at different angles and balancing the sunlight with his artificial light trees.

We stopped about halfway through and he showed me some of the shots and they were stunning. He said, let's take some more below deck in the sleeping quarters. I did some very sexy poses on the bed and when we were nearly finished a man came in and was standing behind Brett with a giant smile of approval at what he was seeing.

Brett said, "I think that's a wrap. You were fabulous."

"I agree!" the man said.

Brett spun around, "Jimmy! Didn't see you there. Mara, this is Jimmy, my friend who owns the boat we're renting."

"Oh! I didn't know you had to rent."

"Ya, it's a little agreement we've had for years. But don't worry I'll add the cost to the bill."

"Well," Jimmy interjected awkwardly, "unless you'd like to do an exchange... and that would cover it."

Now, of course I knew what he was talking about. The only thing that bugged me was Brett and Jimmy probably had this arrangement for years and had plenty of girls in the process. I love cock but I like it served up front. I don't like men thinking they're smarter than me because they aren't. Brett could have told me all this before we left for the yacht. After all, I blew him earlier so he knew I was a major league slut.

It was the principle.

"In exchange for what?" I said innocently.

"You know," said Jimmy, "in exchange for what I'm looking at."

"You mean...this?" I said, slipping off my bikini bottom and, with both hands, pulled my pussy lips apart.

"Fuck ya, that's what I'm talking about, girl," said Jimmy excitedly.

Messing with them because I was pissed I stood, pulled my bikini up and started to walk out, "No thanks, just put it on my bill."

As I passed by Jimmy grabbed my arm but 'Mara's look from the depths of hell' caused him to release it and I said to Jimmy, "If you dopes had been straight with me and didn't try to play me for a helpless fool then you could have had more pussy than you know what to do with." I told Brett, "I'll call a cab. Drop the pics on an SD card and put that and the bill in my mailbox. You know where I live."

A barrage of apologies followed me off the dock and I walked to a coffee shop and got a ride home. For the next few days Brett left a dozen red roses inside the screen door with a note begging forgiveness. And no bill.