Aaron Gift had to step out for some fresh air after things got weird at home. He had strained his marriage to the point of no return yet somehow it sprang back on him. His wife Charlotte had caught he and their daughter Monica having sex. Although drunk at the time she ended up bringing them all back into one bed and slept the night through. Waking up to breakfast in bed, Monica still in his arms, and cheerier than he could ever predict Charlotte was in a frame of mind that worried him. Was she having a nervous breakdown and acting normal at the same time? Her behavior at first seemed all too forgiving and accepting but once Monica was out of the room, she let on that she was hurt yet not wanting any divorce. She simply told him what comes around goes around. If he could play so, could she.
"Would Charlotte really fuck around on me? If she did that would be a first. I really couldn't blame her. All I know is I should feel lucky because if she did divorce me, I know she would clean me out just to get even. No prenup was set back in the day, and my business is excellent. Even better if my clients Mitch and Jared come through for me at North Pole tonight. I hate like hell pimping Monica out but if she can bring me their money we'd be set for a good long while. After last night, letting them do what they wanted to Charlotte while she was out cold was a good start. They couldn't have done much I know they only stuck around thirty minutes. All I know is when I carried Charlotte to bed her face was covered in cum so most likely that's all they did. She was still dressed so there wasn't any fingering or the like. Safe bet just a facial from one or both. That much cum I'd suspect a duo over. God I'm a shithead! Who does that to a loving wife of 22 years? HA! Who fucks their barely legal daughter? Monica's only been 18 like three months. Acts 25 though! I need coffee and a chance to think. I haven't stopped at PERKuLATER's in ages, they usually have an awesome brew." What a name for a Starbuck's rip off!
Rather busy over a noon hour Aaron decided to go in rather than hit the drive-thru then sit in his car stewing. Tonight, was just too on the line not to work out, so he really hoped Charlotte wouldn't make a scene when he came back home. "I've already told her my plans to meet the guys at North Pole. Not about using Monica though. God, I hope she doesn't tell Charlotte my plan. If Monica gets too emotional, I'm toast. She's a tough kid but this is her mom we're talking about. Still, she did play with me last night right beside Charlotte so she can't be too weepy. Naaa! Monica wouldn't betray me like that and ruin tonight. Any other way maybe." Oh yes! Monica was opening up to her mom in a big way. Confession time, within reason. Mentioning Uncle Gary and her friend's Lisa and Michael probably went too far. Charlotte was still processing it all.
"Charlotte actually set up nanny cams to catch Monica and me. I would never in a million years have guessed she would go that far. Things seemed quiet after that speaker phone incident where she questioned us, but I thought we covered our tracks enough to get past her. She never said anything more after that, so I presumed we were good. I guess I don't know my wife like I thought I did. I... well look who it is." He perked up looking through the windows as he opened the cafe door. "I was just thinking about you my hot little fresh off the street secretary." His thoughts on the way in.
Waiting in line with another girl her age 22-year-old Shelly Cortez stood out like a sore thumb. Sore dick to others. This girl was so hot the coffee here was boiling like lava. "Christ! Look at their ripped-out jeans. There's more skin than denim. No undies either unless they're wearing G-strings because pockets are partially missing. Crop tops even better. She's only worked for me three days so I need to learn more before I get too open, I don't need a law suit for sexual harassment. Damn! Shelly's a little Anya Taylor Joy with those big brown eyes that stare right through you. She knows she's hot and flaunts it in small measures. Like me she's just learning who I am. Don't cum on too strong, like the java here." He chuckled at his jest.
"So, this is where you get my morning coffee each day. I knew my office coffee pot wasn't being used." He snuck in behind the girls, cutting in line slightly after a permission glance.
"Mister Gift! Hola!" She brightened up. "I can start buying your coffee here if you prefer."
"We can do that. I'll set up an account here and you can swing by each morning before work. Who's your friend here?" Nipple outrageous in her white crop, no chance of any bra. Shelly was just as blunt wearing a gold crop, almost a butterscotch tone to it.
"This is my sister Beanie! You look very nice this morning, Mister Gift." Shelly glanced over Aaron's polo shirt and cargo shorts. Aaron was fairly buff for a guy who rarely worked out. Golf was about it.
"Beanie? That's really your name?" He winced at the girl who looked more like Selena Gomez.
"It is Beatriz. My Familia calls me Beanie."
"Nice to meet you Beanie. You both look... interesting." He chuckled. The guy he cut in line in front of concurred by nodding with a smirk. He had been checking the girls out.
"It is Saturday. We like to be... ourselves." Shelly giggled. "I hope I do not give off a bad impression."
"Nope! I'm all for you being yourselves. As for impressions... I think you've won over every guy here." He looked around to see all eyes on the girls. "Somehow though, I think that was the plan." Both girls laughed and gnashed their perfect pearly whites at being busted.
"I will not wear so little to work."
"Maybe not so many rips in your clothes but I'm fine if you... be yourself."
"So, I may wear very short dresses?"
"Sure! Just be careful around my clients, if you know what I mean. I suppose I'd need to see your outfit styles before fully committing. Maybe bring a change or three of clothing in case I disapprove. Don't take that wrong, I'm just saying I need to keep client's, not scare them off. Can I buy you lovely ladies' coffee?" He turns to the guy behind him, "And yours for my cutting in line?" The nodding observer was all for that.
"If you like. And yes, I understand. I will bring alternatives."
"Can't hurt us sitting together and getting to know one another better if that's okay with you two. Seeing as I'm buying."
"Nada! We would love to join you Mister Gift. You are right, knowing one another better is a good thing. I would like to make a good impression on you for giving me the job. It is my first secretarial position."
"So far so good. You answer the phones with exuberance, and you take direction well. I have no plans of replacing you. Unless your sister here takes good dictation." That made the girls giggle. Beanie had a hunch exactly what he meant. "Looking for work Beanie?"
"You have need for two secretaries?" She seemed curious.
"Not really! But I could be a good reference if you need it."
"I am looking for a job that is not in any factory."
"Hold that thought." He moved ahead of the ladies as a vacancy at the counter came up. Ordering his own coffee first he turned and pointed at Shelly, she had moved closer and as he did, he found his index finger pointing directly at her left nipple erection, a mere quarter inch from pressing that beautiful button. He didn't waver and panic in the least. Beanie smirked at his behavior then shared her own order selection alongside Shelly's. The guy in behind last but not least. A few minutes later they all had their coffees and the man thanked Aaron, leaving the cafe without spending a dime.
Leading the girls to a vacant booth he ushered them to sit first like a gentleman then took the bench in front of him to himself. "So Beanie? You work at a factory?"
"Yes. A garment factory. Where they make graduation gowns."
"Ah! I thought maybe you made those short dresses for Shelly here." Further giggles Aaron knew there was nothing he could say that they might take wrong. Still, caution played a role. "I hope I don't get myself into trouble here but do you two both... show off this much in public?"
"Sometimes more." Shelly laughed. "We go swimming often. Very illegal bikini's yet no one stops us. I wonder why this is?" She poses with an index finger on her chin deep in thought before laughing.
"Sounds like my daughter Monica. Hell, she goes streaking in public?"
"Completely... naked?" Beanie flares her eyes with a grin. "How does she get away with that?"
"She just does it. Not one complaint."
"And you allow this?" Shelly seemed mesmerized.
