Background
My wife and I live in a medium size Southern city. I had been a mid-level executive in the local office of a national firm. My pay had always been good, enabling my wife to stay home and live a more or less "country club" existence. This all came crashing to an end several months ago however when I was laid off due to a company merger. Things got financially tight real fast. I had trouble finding a comparable position, so I ended up working two jobs; both in retail. Both jobs combined paid considerably less than my previous position and I was putting in twice as many hours. I was always busy and always tired - plus we were always broke!
Things got a little testy around the house since my wife had to curtail her life of leisure. My wife had grown up in a wealthy family and was used to that lifestyle. She spent her days either playing tennis with her friends or working out at the health club. She has great body and is very buff from all her work in the gym. When she can't make the gym, she jogs around our neighborhood. She liked her life and decided to do something about maintaining it.
I couldn't argue when she insisted on helping me with the bills - even if her methods were a little unorthodox. My wife's approach to easing our financial strain was to resort to the time-honored tradition of bartering. Instead of paying money for our goods and services, she planned on trading her voluptuous body for them. She wasn't thrilled with this idea, but felt she had to do it to save us from bankruptcy. She also felt it would only be a temporary arrangement and would end as soon as I found a decent job again.
As time went on however, her attitude about bartering her body changed. She started off by having sex to pay the necessary bills. Soon, she was bartering her body for increasingly frivolous items. She finally hit rock bottom when I caught her giving the manager of the corner convenience store a blow job in exchange for a six pack of beer. But I'm getting ahead of myself...The following story is the
third
in a series of her exploits - enjoy!
Grocery Shopping
Almost a week had passed since my wife's ravaging at the tire store. After hearing of her ordeal, I urged her to try and find a regular job to help pay our bills. She went through the motions of a job search for a few days, but I could tell that her heart wasn't in it. She finally confessed that bartering her body for goods and services, while at times degrading, was easier than a 9-5 job. It could even be fun and exciting at times, she admitted. I relented and decided to let her do it her way, any help making ends meet was welcome!
On Wednesday morning she said she would drive me to work because she needed the car for grocery shopping.
"Babe, I don't get paid until Friday, there's not much in the checking account," I said.
She looked at me over her coffee cup and said, "I'm entering into a business arrangement with the manager at the grocery store. He's really pretty cute, and we need to eat! Besides, he caught me shoplifting the other day and is threatening to press charges if I don't cooperate."
I was shocked! My wife caught shoplifting! Had things really gotten that bad?
Cassi proceeded to tell me how she had been in the grocery store Monday to pick up some things for our dinner that night. That same afternoon she had a ladies club meeting. While in the store, she remembered that she needed a pair of pantyhose for the meeting, having snagged her last pair the previous day. She only had $10.00 to cover the food for dinner. Cassi was wearing a skirt, blouse and heels, but no hose when she entered the store. Apparently, the store manager had noticed her and her bare legs. My wife has great legs, with or without nylons, so it was no surprise the manager noticed her.
As she was shopping, she took a pair of black, sheer and silky pantyhose off the shelf, went to the ladies' room, and slipped them on. When she resumed her shopping, not only did the manager noticed her now nylon-clad legs, but the store's security camera clearly showed my wife slipping the pantyhose into her purse and then walking to the restroom.
As Cassi stood in the check-out line, the manager tapped her on the shoulder.
"Would you step into my office for a moment Miss?"
My wife was frightened but planned to deny any wrongdoing. Her heart sank to her pretty feet when she entered the manager's office. In the middle of his desk was the pantyhose package she had stupidly left in the ladies' room wastebasket! To make matters worse, he had the video of her putting the pantyhose in her purse playing on a security system monitor. She was busted!
"May I see your driver's license please?" he asked, holding out his hand.
My wife handed her driver's license to him and watched him as he copied her name and address onto a form. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, he handed the driver's license back to her.
"Mrs. Miller, we have a problem," the manager said.
My wife, totally embarrassed, stared down at her feet.
"Although the pantyhose you stole won't impact my bottom-line profit, I can't stand idly by and allow theft in my store," he said solemnly. "I'm afraid I'll have to call the police and press charges, it's store policy," he added.
My wife was horrified! How would this look on the society page in the newspaper!?
"Please don't press charges," she pleaded, "I'll pay for the pantyhose."
"It's not that simple Mrs. Miller. The damage is done, it's been recorded on our security cameras. These videos get instantly uploaded to the home office."
All my wife could think of was keeping this whole thing quiet and not having her good name on file down at the police station!
"What do you want from me?" she asked, pathetically whimpering and starting to cry. The hardnosed manager held his ground.
"For starters," he said, "I want our pantyhose back."
My wife looked at him, not sure what he meant.
"Now Mrs. Miller, take them off and hand them to me," he commanded.
