This is my April Fool's Day contest entry. Please be generous with your stars!
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Mary and Matt had a good marriage. Matt had a steady job which paid well, and Mary was the Girl Friday for an executive, which paid even better. The problem with Mary's job is that it had unpredictable hours, and it involved tasks that were not for everyone.
Matt knew a lot about Mary's job, but there were aspects she did not tell him. She told nobody those aspects. The executive, Mr. Bonami, had needs that were not conventional. The worst one was when he would get lonely at night. He would call for Mary around 4PM, and her job was to arrange some female company for the evening. Women for hire were not allowed.
Mary knew a lot of women who were enthralled by men with money and power. This was not her taste in friends, but it was part of her job to know such women, and she was good at finding them, befriending them, and keeping track of them. Usually by 4:15PM she had a woman all lined up, willing, happy, and eager to have the chance to go to dinner with a super-rich man such as Mr. Bonami, and to have him lavish his full attention on her, making her feel like the most special woman in whatever elegant restaurant Mr. Bonami chose for that evening, if not in all of New York.
What happened after the dinner between Mr. Bonami and the woman was not Mary's business, but if Mr. Bonami was not pleased, he let her know. He would not be pleased if the woman refused him some kind of sex. It did not have to be fucking, a blowjob would do, and maybe even a handjob, if she were naked while she was giving it.
He was always threatening that if she found him one more dud, she herself would need to satisfy him. If it ever came to that, Mary vowed to herself that she would find a new job. To date, and she had been in her job for a little less than three years, and nothing like that had ever happened and so she was not too worried. She was good at picking the women. She was, indeed, very good.
Mary did however need a vacation. Mr. Bonami was demanding, and she had not had a week off of work since she began the job. That made almost three years of relentless tense and hard work. She worked seven days a week, always looking for new gold diggers in her spare time, and she was simply at the end of her rope.
Matt was sympathetic, and he suggested a trip to Paris together. Mary had once spent a weekend in Montréal, but that was the closest she ever got to Paris, or Europe in general. She had also never been to Mexico or for that matter to any foreign country other than Canada. The most exotic place she had ever visited was Puerto Rico, and that is, after all, a part of America.
Mary got her passport and was super excited about a trip to France. She arranged for her second in command, known as Mr. Bonami's Girl Thursday, to cover for her during her one-week vacation. The day before they were to leave, Matt's vacation was cancelled, and he had to go to Chicago to put out some fires in the Midwest offices.
Mary refused to go to a romantic spot like Paris without Matt. They discussed it. Mary tried valiantly to hide her disappointment, and she mostly failed. Finally, she agreed to Matt's suggestion that she go to Florida, soak up some sun, go to the beach, and perhaps hang out with her old college friend Susan down there. Chicago would not be fun for Mary, since it was windy, stormy, and cold, and Matt would be busy 24/7 with work nonsense.
Matt knew Mary was a beach girl. She had grown up at Long Beach, on the south shore of Long Island, a suburb of New York City, and she felt more at home in a bikini than she did in a blouse and skirt. Mary had a great body, and she enjoyed the lustful but meaningless stares she would get from men, and some women, when she would parade around in a bikini. It was cold and rainy in New York, with the threat of snow or freezing rain, and in contrast it was currently gorgeous weather in south Florida.
Mary began to think about Cuban food, sand, surf, and lying on the beach with a good book. She called her old college friend Susan, who lived in Miami, and Susan was all for it. Matt called and got her a room at the Grand Beach Hotel, charging it to his company so that he would get the corporate rate. He would find a way to justify it later.
"There will be a lot of men like Mr. Bonami there, with girls on their arms, so you might meet some other Girls Friday," Matt had said, teasing Mary.
"That's the last thing in the world I need right now!" Mary exclaimed. "Maybe a Courtyard Marriott would be better?"
"No, Mary," Matt said, "You need to be pampered and to relax and to get recharged and restored. I'm really sorry about Paris, but let's go there the next chance we get, okay?"
Mary almost cried, but she agreed to everything, and she packed her bags for Florida. She had a twinkle in her eye when she packed her string bikini. She packed her one piece, too, since she planned to do some serious swimming in the hotel's pool.
Mary and Susan had a grand reunion. Susan had recently had a messy divorce, and she knew all the singles bars in the area, and the two girls went to most of them, letting men buy them a drink at each bar. Susan found a man and went home with him, but Mary was married and so at that point she headed back to her hotel, alone and loyal.
Mary knew Susan needed to re-establish her self worth. Divorces can destroy a woman's self-image. Susan was not a slut, but she had never been that hard a girl for a man to get into bed, even, or perhaps especially, in college. Indeed, it was knowing Susan and her similar friends that gave Mary the talents she needed to be Mr. Bonami's Girl Friday. She only had to look for girls who were like Susan, not for girls like herself.
Back in her hotel room and feeling just a bit sexually frustrated as she imagined what Susan might be doing with her man of the evening at that very moment, Mary opened her laptop, thinking she would go online and check her email. She powered it up, and it said, 'Welcome Matt.'
The computer wanted either Matt's password or his fingerprint. Mary realized of course that she had brought Matt's computer by mistake. That meant Matt had hers. She dug her phone out of her purse. It was still on airplane mode from the flight down, so she quickly restored it to normal. She read 20 increasingly hysterical texts from Matt. She had seven missed calls, all from Matt, and she had ten emails from him.
The last texts suggested that they each use the other's computer. He needed to download Dropbox onto Mary's computer to access his work files and programs, but he could do that. All he really needed now was either her fingerprint or her password. She needed the same from him. Since their fingers were 1400 miles apart as the airplane flies, they would need to exchange passwords.
Mary called Matt and they exchanged protestations of love. She told him about Susan, the nightclubs, and that Susan was probably being ravished by some guy she had met a few hours earlier who had the good fortune to choose her to offer a mojito.
Matt asked her, teasingly, if anyone had offered her a mojito. "Yes," Mary said, "And it was delicious."
"I guess he did not get lucky, like Susan's guy," Matt said.
"No, he didn't. I'm a married woman, remember?" Mary felt as if Matt was hinting he would find it sexy if Mary had in fact taken her mojito buyer back to her hotel room with her. Gross! She must be reading him wrong. It's hard on a phone to tell what a person really means. For example, was he smiling when he said that? Or instead did he have vicarious lust for thrills in his heart? Was he stroking his cock through his pants when he wondered aloud if she had let a man into her panties?
