In part 1 we learned:
Jess was a successful businessswoman. Max was a lawyer for a small firm. He was divorced just before they met. The divorce had been extremely costly. He was just about broke. Jess and Max began living together and Jess handled most of the financial load, hoping Max would be able to contribute more eventually. But after two years, the "eventually" was nowhere in sight. She became frustrated and finally she demanded he find a way to bring in more money. Then, she came up with a way. She told him that there were nowadays plenty of women with much more money than their men and those women felt that their much higher contribution to their household gave them the right to certain extras. With his nice body, they could find women to pay him...
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Jess came home 7:30. She looked tired. Her eyes had a slight red hue, due to the strain of many hours staring at computer screens. She dropped her briefcase in the foyer of the house. My house, she said silently to herself. She had bought it five years ago, well before meeting Max. In the foyer was a small table with a lamp. She dropped her keys there, then stopped at the fancy mirror on the wall. She checked her face, noted the strain in her eyes and the beginning of wrinkles around her mouth. She sighed, but she knew for a woman 45 years old, she still offered plenty of attractiveness. She kept herself slim at the gym. Her stomach was flat and firm, partly due to never having children. Her boobs were nice Ds.
Yes, she offered all that and most of what the two of them needed to live a quite comfortable life. She meant to make sure Max improved his contribution. And for all that she provided for him, she meant to enjoy every minute of watching him at his "second job."
"Hi hon," Max called from the living room.
She strode in and saw him laying down on the couch. Her couch. Hey," she muttered. He was wearing tight jeans, a chest-hugging white t-shirt and white socks. His blue eyes had never lost their boyish playfulness. Memories flashed in her mind of the first time she had seen him in person. Tall, slim, chiseled chin and jawline. She remembered sneaking peeks at his tight ass when he got up to use the men's room. She was entranced from the start. He wore his 43 years very well.
She flopped down on the loveseat diagonally across from the couch. "Tired,' she said.
Small talk ensued, both clearly not ready to dive right back into the discussion they had had last night.
Finally, Jess had to get to it. "Max, as I said last night, you need to pull your weight around here and since you have been unable to find other ways to do it, I want you to do what I mentioned."
Max looked at her, his face turning red. But he didn't say no.
"If you want me, this is what we need to do. In fact, I was talking with a friend at lunch today and i think we might have your first customer. So, this week you will go to the gym every day. This Saturday night you will shave and wear your best clothes and we will be going to see my friend to see if something can be arranged."
Max knew he had to do it, or she would throw him out. "Ok," he said. His heart was beating fast. He still couldn't believe what she was proposing, but he had to follow through, at least until he found a better idea to make more money.
Saturday night came fast. He had done as he was told and had worked hard at the gym. His body was as toned as it had ever been. She had pulled out the clothes to wear: expensive, tight jeans, crisp white collared shirt, navy blue sportcoat, casual loafers. She inspected him before they left and gave him her approval. "Hot," she said.
Her friend lives twenty minutes away, in a toney section of town. She drove. As she pulled up the long, circular driveway, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow. What a house!"
"She is the CEO of a pharmaceutical company. Big bucks. Big brains. She's 44, single now. Wants some...fun."
The home was a large Georgian, with two-story columns out front. They were met at the door by a maid, a young, cute woman. She ushered them through the large, marble-floored foyer and into a library. Jess sat in an armchair. Max went to the plush leather couch.
Moments later her friend entered the room. She was small, slim, with silky, brown skin that made her look considerably younger than 44. She had on a white, silk blouse, sleek pants and shoes with a minimal heel. The two woman embraced, then sat down in separate armchairs.
The woman then looked at Max. "Hello Max, my name is Susan," she said, as if greeting a business client.
"Hello Susan," Max said. "I have to say, that I am pleased to meet you, but I-"
"Max," Jess interrupted. "I really really need to discuss with Susan the terms of this arrangement." Her eyes warned him that she was concerned that he might mess up the deal. "We will handle that part,"she said, waving her hand to indicate the two women. "What you can do is get us drinks. The bar is behind you. I'll have a bourbon and water, as you know. Susan favors red wine. I see that there is some on the bar."
He knew he might not have another chance to make Jess happy, so he had to make tonight a success. He went to the bar as the women conversed. He returned with the drinks. He could feel Susan's eyes on him as he handed her the glass.
He went back to the bar and poured himself bourbon on the rocks. When he sat down on the couch, Jess looked at Max. "Max, Susan is very interested. However, it is certainly an important thing you will be providing to her, so the cost is not cheap. I, of course, will take the money you earn and apply it to our regular expenses, so you can begin to contribute more to our household."
"But, Jess, I will be doing the 'work'"!
Jess' gaze hardened. "Listen, I have expended so much for a while now for us, so I want to make sure that money comes to me, at least for now." She stoped, flicked a nod at Susan. "But the important point I was trying to make is that this is a significant outlay for Susan, so she wants to be sure of what she is getting."
Max's eyes bunched into a silent question.
Jess said firmly. "Max, stand up."
Still a bit confused he did so.
"Take off your clothes," Jess said.
His heart began to pound. His face was hot. His mouth dried up. Susan stared at him, waiting. "Hurry up," Jess said with impatience.
