Sarah had been working for Mrs. Jennings for a year now. Karen Jennings was the head of her small publishing firm, Kelly Publishing, named after her only child. She devoted all her time to her publishing company and worked most nights till the wee hours of the morning. Her daughter had just gotten married a year ago in her last year of college but had no immediate plans to have a family she had told Sarah and her mother.
Sarah had applied for the receptionist job she had seen listed in the newspaper and was hired on the spot. All she had to do at first was just answer the phone and transfer calls. As the months went on Karen had given her a few more responsibilities in the office and looked on Sarah as a friend, as well as an employee.
Sarah had been working in a factory when she had answered the ad. She had went to work there two years ago after her divorce. She had no formal training in any field so assembly work in a factory was the only avenue left open to her.
It had been hard at first, she hadn’t worked in over 18 years but she soon got into the swing of things. She was a fast learner so advancement in the factory had been easy for her. She went from working on the assembly line to working in quality control.
She had been asked out a few times over the last two years but when the relationship started to get to serious she would back off and end it. She would not let herself ever be hurt again and to do that she refrained from getting to deep into any relationship. There was only one problem with not being in a relationship and that was the physical part of the relationship. Sarah loved sexual intimacy and that was all she required in a relationship, lots of sex.
Her husband had been an average lover she had thought when first married. She always wanted more but never attempted to tell him she needed more from him. She had found out he had been cheating on her almost from the beginning of their 19 year marriage.
Sarah was average looking. Her black hair hung to her shoulders in soft waves, her emerald eyes were her best feature and striking against the backdrop of her raven hair and fair skin. She had always been on the heavy side but as she grew older the plumpness had increased but she was comfortable with her size.
Her husband on the other hand had always been tall and lanky. He never did like skinny women and every woman he had cheated on her with had been built like her. He just was not satisfied with one woman, he loved women and loved to fuck any woman who would let him get into her pants. The only thing that they really loved and had in common was their daughter Cassy. Neither of them would ever do anything to hurt her and both would die making sure she had whatever she needed in life.
Karen had invited Sarah to dinner with her and her husband Kent tonight. She told Sarah she wanted to talk something over with her and would only have time to do so at home that evening.
Kent met Sarah at the door and invited her inside. “Karen called and said she would be a little late. Help yourself to something to drink Sarah,” he told her leading her out onto the patio where he was grilling some steaks for the meal.
Kent was an author who wrote mostly science fiction stories that were published by his wife’s company. He was tall, well over six feet and very good looking. Sarah guessed him to be a little older than Karen so he would be somewhere around 50 she guessed. She knew that Karen was 46, two years younger than Sarah.
“So Sarah what the hell are you doing having dinner with my wife and I on a Friday night instead of being out with some lucky guy?”
“You need a lucky guy first before you can make plans to be going out anywhere with him,” she told him jokingly.
“You got those steaks cooked yet babe, I have to catch my plane in a couple of hours and I’m starving.” Karen walked through the garage out into the back yard where she found Kent entertaining Sarah.
“Yes hon, grab your plates gals, dinner is served,” he told them.
They talked about Kent’s new book he was working on, a few small things at the office and the trip Karen was getting ready to take to see another of her authors who was having some kind of writers block during their meal.
“I have to get ready for my flight, will you come up stairs with me Sarah while I finish packing so I can tell you why I asked you here tonight?”
“Sure Karen, how long are you going to be gone?”
“Two days maybe three at the most I hope, so you will have to hold down the fort on Monday if I’m not back by then.”
“ No problem. So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about,” Sarah asked her watching her gather up a few last minute things she needed to pack?
“I have a big favor to ask you Sarah. It’s a little out of the ordinary but I think you will be perfect and so does Kent.”
“I’ll do whatever I can Karen, what do you need me to do?”
“I’d like you to spend the weekend here with Kent. He gets so lonely when I travel and I’m hardly ever home anymore. The poor darling is so frustrated I just hate to leave him hanging all the time to be on his own.”