Julie Madison put down her towel and switched off the music in the aerobics classroom. "Great job, ladies! You really seemed to put the extra effort in today. You'll feel it tomorrow but it will be worth it!" The class gave a good natured chuckle and began to filter out.
"Sherrie, can I see you please?" she called out, as the petite blond packed her things. Soon they were the only ones left in the classroom. "Yes, Mrs. Madison?" she asked.
"Sherrie, since you're applying to be an instructor here, I wanted to see what you thought of this class. It's one of my more challenging ones. Do you still think this is the kind of work you're looking for?"
"Yes, definitely, if you agree, Mrs. Madison. I'd still like to lead a class and see what you think of me if that's still OK."
"First, absolutely, yes, I'd love to watch you lead a class. You kept up very nicely today and have a good natural rhythm. And second, it's Julie. Only my lawyer calls me Mrs. Madison!" She gave Sherrie a brilliant smile that put the younger girl at ease. At 5'10", Julie knew she could be intimidating, especially to someone who could barely reach 5'1". Being 39 with long, black hair, a great tan, firm d-cup breasts, and an overall knockout, sometimes didn't help either, though Sherrie certainly made high marks in cuteness. She was the kind of girl you just wanted to cuddle up with and kiss. Blonde, blue eyed, pert breasts, and a very tight ass that spoke volumes about how much time she spent working out.
"So, Sherrie, how did you hear about the studio? I haven't seen you as a participant in class before."
"Well, Mrs. - Julie - I heard about you from Laurie here on staff. She said you were great to work for and that I may 'fit right in', as she said."
Hmm. Laurie was one of here more frequent partners at the studio and in bed. Julie liked the part about 'fitting right in'. Perhaps this day was going to work out after all.
"Awesome, Sherrie. I'm glad Laurie spoke highly of the studio!"
"Yes, she said you often gave a most 'loving' welcome to new staff, which sounds super nice of you." Sherrie was blushing and looked down demurely. She had a tiny nervous smile just waiting to pop out.
"Well, I certainly like the people I work with to feel special and welcome. Would you like to come by tonight for dinner and I can hear more about your background? TGIF, after all!"
"That sounds great - I'd love to! When would be good? It's 6:00 now."
Julie saw that Sherrie was blushing furiously. Yes, she knew what was coming next. This was going to be a fun weekend after all.
"How about now? We can get cleaned up, go to my place and then relax. Did you bring a change of clothes?"
"Yep! Can I follow you there? I'm not sure where you live."
"That sounds great. Let me put my stuff away and let's head out!"
Julie's house was extravagant. Her unusual background was the reason. At 18 she met a man who gave her the most bizarre proposal she had ever heard of. He was a very handsome, insanely wealthy man who owned a number of businesses and by all accounts had a number of girlfriends, though he had never married. At the time Julie was a freshman in her mostly girls' college, and according to the teacher who was setting her up, she met all of his qualifications: gorgeous, smart, ambitious, and a lover of women.
"What does he want from me then? Why would a rich playboy want with a lesbian girl anyway? If he wants me to join some kind of threesome with his girlfriend, no thanks!!"
"I don't know, though I will say he has a strong reputation for solid business ethics. He certainly isn't a slimeball like so many I have to work with. You should see the types I have to deal with when I solicit donations to the College from wealthy business people. I say, hear him out. At the worst, you can meet him at a public restaurant, and have a dynamite dinner!"
That sounded OK, but Julie was still unsure, though willing to see what this was all about.
The following week they met at his favorite five-star restaurant. Since her budget was very much one-star, she was amazed at the opulence. One of his handlers brought her to his table in a private dining area. They were quickly alone.
"Wow! Or should I say, good evening, my name is Jim Madison. Won't you join me?" He pulled out a chair for her and everything. This guy must have read that manners book her Mom always tried to get her to read.