This piece began as a New Ending for a story by another writer. I made several attempts to get permission for my new ending from the original author. Since I wasn't getting an answer, I proceeded to do most of the writing for my new ending.
Then, I found out that the original author had been trying to reach me through the site. We finally did get in touch and I found out that the author had plans to make a series out of the original story. At that point, I determined that my ending, coming in the middle of a series, would be counterproductive. For that reason, I abandoned my new ending.
Last week, I was doing some file cleanup and I decided that instead of discarding my work, I should write a new beginning for my new ending. Is that a mind twister?
I made my beginning quite different from the original to avoid any type of conflict. I'm painfully aware that my beginning isn't as good as the original, and I'm looking forward to the series that continues the original story.
My new ending starts with "Meanwhile, at home." The part of the story preceding that is my new beginning. Got that?
So, until the original series continues, I hope you enjoy this accidental new story.
Adele at the office:
The morning meeting was over. The main happening was when we were introduced to the interns that would be working with us for the summer. Shirley, Carlie and I were each assigned a young college girl that was pursuing a business degree. Jenny hit the jackpot. She was assigned a blond Adonis that was attending a local technical school.
That was a first. A technical school? What could Jenny teach him? To top it off, his name is "Rocky." The best guess among us is that Rocky is related to someone in upper management. They gave him the internship to help him pay for his next semester.
It was a mystery, but wow, he was a hunk. Everyone was jealous of Jenny. I, personally, had never seen a better specimen of the male species. It made me tingle just to look at him. I didn't really understand it. It must have been something primal in my psychic that was reacting to him. It certainly wasn't my brain. The guy was full of himself and asked juvenile questions during our meetings. He wasn't husband material, that's for sure. But then, I wasn't looking for a husband, was I? Was my primal urge looking for something else? Damn, I sure hope not. Maybe it's best that he wasn't assigned to me. After all, I'm married and have two young daughters.
At least, Jenny is recently divorced. Shirley's divorce becomes final next week. Only Carlie and I are attached. Oh well, que sera, sera!
We had hoped to get the word on who was getting promoted to the Group Leader position. Instead, we got a surprise wrapped in a mystery!
Actually, the day was full of surprises. Jenny told us at lunch that she'd become a dealer for YouNeedIt products. In fact, she was holding a party in a couple of weeks and we were invited. She said to think of it like a Tupperware party. The difference being, the YouNeedIt party featured sex toys instead of containers and such.
She said, "the company" would "demonstrate" their various products and we would even get to give the products a "customer tryout." She said, "I guarantee that your sex life will be out of sight. You can't even imagine how sexy you'll become. Your significant other will be so impressed. Your life will be changed forever."
I only gave her a "maybe" on the party invitation. Like I said, I'm a wife and mother. I'm very satisfied with my sex life.
My husband, Jim, is a lay minister. He can even perform weddings. We don't do any "adventurous" things in bed. Jim says that God provided only one orifice for sex. The other orifices are designed for other purposes. Just like you wouldn't use a socket wrench to drive a nail, since you have a hammer that was designed for that purpose, you shouldn't misuse any orifice either. We're happy with "penis to vagina only" sex and the "missionary" position. We don't like kinky stuff.
As the days went by, I saw quite a bit of Rocky. That tingle got more intense every time I saw him.
One day, Jenny told me that Rocky was having problems understanding the inventory spreadsheet that I'd designed. She asked if I could help him understand it. I thought it over for at least a millisecond, then said, "sure Jenny. I'll be glad to help." Jenny gave me a hug while saying, "He is some great eye candy, but he's as stupid as a rock. He's taking auto mechanics at tech school, but as of now, he's failing. In fact, I recruited him as a Product Demonstrator for the YouNeedIt company. He'll be working at my party."
I ended up staying an hour or so late for three nights to give Rocky some OJT on the spreadsheet. Each time, he made a little progress and I left with wet panties. He's a walking sex toy.
One day the AC failed and the temperature in the office was uncomfortable, to say the least. Rocky walked around with his shirt off. Talk about a six-pack! Wow. Unbelievable muscles. I could barely walk!
Adele at the Party:
When I found out that Rocky was going to be a server at the party, I knew I had to go. I explained it to Jim as a "sort-of" Tupperware party that Jenny was throwing. He agreed to watch the kids that evening. I didn't give him many details. How could I?
The night of the party is burned into my memory, up to a point. The "company" had provided limo service for us in case we made too much use of the open bar that they provided. Also, they had reserved a meeting suite at the Downtown Bar for the "product demonstrations" and the "customer tryouts."
I remember that we started in a room with an open bar and a lot of tables. There was a buffet with plenty of delicious food. There were at least fifty women in attendance. They introduced the five agents, one of whom was Jenny. In addition to the three of us from work, she had seven other clients at her table.
I had way more to drink than I would normally have. Since we had limo service, I didn't need to worry about driving. Also, since the drinks were free, what the hey?
I remember hearing an announcement that it was time to "let the fun begin." We were going to start with the servers, one of which was Rocky, demonstrating the items that we might want to purchase for the "special male in our life." There were some pills guaranteed to be better than Viagra. There was no demonstration, of course, other than showing us the bottle and giving us some user testimonials.
There were several kinds of condoms. Most of them were some spin-off of the "French Tickler."