I was sitting here thinking just how lucky I am. First of all, I am married to the most wonderful man on this earth. Now I know all women should feel like that their first few years of marriage. I feel that this feeling will never go away. You see, Bobby is two years older than I am and he is great. I knew him all through high school, and when he joined the Air Force, we kept in touch. I dated almost every night and the month after I graduated, Bobby came home on a 30-day leave. Well, I won't bore you, so I'll just say that at the end of those 30 days, I was married, and off to Texas I went with him to his new base.
I remember that wonderful day I got married, I was 18 and Bobby had just turned 20 a couple months earlier. To say that we were a young married couple is an understatement. Yes, I was a virgin my wedding night. I decided very young to remain a virgin no matter what and I did just that. Bobby had tried, as did many other boys, to persuade me otherwise, but I was always pretty good about knowing how to cool them off. Oh, don't get me wrong, I am no prude, I was just good at keeping my virginity intact.
Now Bobby works on an air tanker; it is one of those great big planes that refuel other planes in the air. Therefore, with this kind of work there were times that Bobby would leave for work at 7 in the morning and not get back until 4-5 days later. The biggest problem for us both was he never knew until he arrived at work what his day or days were going to be. In addition, once he did know, he was not allowed to let me know.
Trust has always been big in my life as it has been in his. I know that when Bobby is flying and if he has to stay over night some place in the world, he is always thinking of me as I do him. I don't worry about him going into towns and messing with the bar girls and he knows I am home watching TV or reading or sleeping or just doing nothing until he returns. Now, when he does get home, we always kiss and make love the minute he walks in the door. No matter if he has been gone just a few hours or several days.
You see, while I was a virgin on our wedding night, I knew I would love sex because of the way I felt about it prior to that wonderful night. Bobby is just like me; well, maybe a little more into sex than I am. I say that because he has so many sex books he reads on his flights. You see, in his job he is in the plane for hours on end so he keeps his mind busy reading those dirty pocket books. He has been collecting them ever since he went into the service, so here at the apartment he has this footlocker crammed packed with them.
Since I just sit here doing nothing, I began reading them and they all are very explicit in their story lines. So by the time Bobby gets home I am going crazy with my pent-up lust. Oh, sure, I masturbated a whole lot reading them, but masturbating never will take the place of making love. And after about six months of a steady diet of those sex books, (I have to tell you some of those books are downright filthy!) I began thinking of sex in a whole new light.
Now, I am telling you all this so you have a better understanding of where I am coming from (so to speak) We are getting along just fine on Bobby's pay; our rent is low, and we stay at home (when he is home) and when he is gone, well, I stay at home. That has brought a big change in both of our lives. Two nights ago, after we made love for a good hour, we began to just talk. Bobby feels bad because his job is always taking him away from me and I end up staying in the apartment alone. I also had been thinking about that same thing, and I asked him how he would feel if I got a job to help me pass the time while he was gone.
I was very pleased that my husband thought it would be good for me to do something to keep myself busy, He told me that he was afraid that if this kept going on the way it was for the next four years of his enlistment that I would end up feeling like a prisoner or something. I have to tell you he is one very smart man because I was beginning to feel just like that. We agreed I would look for a day job to keep myself busy and, of course, bring in a little bit of money. However, we both agreed that the money was not as important as my getting out and keeping sane.
After Bobby left for work I looked in the paper and did not see any job that looked interesting enough to me to go apply for, so I decided to take the bus downtown and walk around to see if there were any "help wanted" signs. I saw one in a shoe store, so I filled out an application. I just walked around and if I saw a store I thought might be fun to work at, I walked in and asked for an application for work. Sometime around 2 that afternoon, I walked by a movie theater and on the marquee it had pictures of very sexy girls and big banners saying "Adults Only" I also noticed a "help wanted" sign in the cashier's window. I walked up and asked, "Is the job still open?" The young woman said, "Sorry, honey, but you need to be 18 to work here." I smiled and said very proudly, "I am 18. I just turned 18 two months ago."
She smiled and said, "Jack is inside on the left, go through the those doors. I'll buzz him that you are coming into apply for the job." I heard a buzz sound and the door popped open. I went inside looked to my right and saw the door with the word "manager" on it. I walked up to it, knocked, and heard a man's voice say, "Come on in."
I walked in and I saw "Jack" sitting behind his big desk. He was wearing a white dress shirt without any tie and he looked to be a little older than my father. I would guess in his late 40s or early 50s. His hair was thinning and he had a small gut. He offered me a seat and we began to talk.
He asked, "What's your name, dear?" I said, "Sandy" He then asked, "How old are you, honey?" I said, "I just turned 18 two months ago. Here is my military ID to prove it." I pulled out my ID and showed it to him. He then asked, "Are you married or are you a dependent?" I showed him my wedding ring and proudly said, "I am married, sir." Jack said, "Oh, don't call me sir, honey. Call me Jack. So you're married. How will your husband feel if I hire you to work here?"
I said, "I don't think he would mind, we talked about my getting a job, he's OK with me working, I just need to find a job during the day to keep myself busy while he is out flying around the world." He asked, "Is your husband a pilot?" I told him, "No, he is a boom operator." He nodded his head, seeming to acknowledge that he knew what I was talking about.
He then said, "You do know that this is a sex industry business and this is an adult movie theater with a video arcade, don't you? How do you think your husband will feel about you working here?" I remembered all those dirty books that I had read about adult movie theaters and video arcades. I know Bobby has read them all before I did, so I felt he would not mind my working at a place like this. I mean he trusted me. I said, "I am sure he will not object. Why do you ask?"
Jack sat back in his chair and said, "Honey, I have been in this business many years. I only hire women to work the snack counter and arcade counters, I prefer married women for many reasons, however, I can't afford any jealous husbands. I'll be blunt, if I were to hire you Sandy, you will simply be eye-candy for the men. Pretty girls bring in the men; the men get horny and then spend more money in the arcade. I need good-looking young girls like you that can dress sexy, act coy and stay out of trouble. I am not hiring any prostitutes or whores. You are here to work the cash booth, the snack bar and the novelty/arcade counter -- nothing else. I never hire anyone without talking to the other spouse. Do you think your husband would come down and talk with me?"
I was a little surprised by this because it seemed like my getting a job on my own now depended on my husband. I truly did not know how to feel about this. I said, "I think so. How much is the starting pay?" Jack smiled and said, "Honey, if I hire you, you will start at $9.50 an hour; after 30 days, if you are still here, that goes up $1, and after 60 days, you will get medical and insurance benefits. However, like I said, I need to speak with your husband first. Now I have a few other questions for you, dear. How do you feel about dressing real sexy?" It was my turn to smile; dressing sexy was something I have always loved to do, and doing so in high school brought me many a young man asking me out on dates. I said, "I love dressing sexy and before you ask, my husband loves me to dress that way also. He gets a kick out of other men staring at me with desire. He always tells me how proud he is being with me like that knowing that other men want me and that I am all his."
Jack said, "Good, that sounds great. OK, now if you work here, you will get propositioned maybe 10 times an hour. I can't impress enough how important it is that you do not become involved with any customer. Vice is always checking on us here and no one can have sex here in the theater. Now, in the arcade in the little rooms, I don't know what goes on when the door is locked and the video machine is playing. It is not my place or any of my employees' to go back there and act as sex police. As long as no one is tearing up the place back there, or anyone is being forced to do anything, I say live and let live. Can you live with that or not?"