Bobby closed the door to his manager's office as he left. He had just had his ass chewed out because he was about to lose the company's most important clients. He had attempted to explain what the problem was, but his manager did not give a damn. His manager had made it very clear he had better do whatever it took to keep the contract or he would not be keeping his job.
Two months prior when he had been told he was being put in charge of the account of the "Gang of Four," as some called them around the office, he was certain he had just been handed the means to moving up in the company quickly. The person he had replaced, Jeffrey, was moving on to a better position in the company and Bobby saw the same happening to him in no time at all. But now it was screwed simply because he had tried to act professionally and do his job properly.
When Jeffrey had first started to explain what the "Gang" wanted when they made their quarterly visit, Bobby had thought he was joking; but it was no joke. The four of them came each time with no intention of listening to any sales pitch. Instead, they made their decision based on the extra-curricular activities that had been lined up for them. Jeffrey always gave them what they wanted which is why he had been able to steal the account from their competitor.
Jeffrey explained that what they wanted varied from time to time. Bobby should expect a call about a week before detailing what they desired. At the time when Jeffrey explained everything, he had made a moral decision he would not stoop so low. He was very uptight concerning sex and found the whole idea of whores disgusting. So the week before, he had his calls screened and was able to avoid talking with them at all before they arrived. When he showed up for his first meeting, he tried to deflect their obvious anger by trying to steer the conversation to his sales pitch. It, of course, did not work. The three who had shown up - their fourth member was back in his room sick - quickly terminated the meeting and went to see his manager.
Now he had to call them back, apologize, and see about getting their needs met no matter how much it nauseated him. He was going through his desk looking for the number to an escort service Jeffrey had given him. He had kept it, although he was not sure why. Now it was his lifeline. Once he found it, he called the hotel and got Max.
"Max, this is Bobby. I am really sorry for how everything has gone during your stay. I will do everything in my power to make it up to you."
"You're too late. We're going back tonight."
"No! You can't. I'll lose my job."
"What the hell do I care. You had your shot. You had to be a model citizen."
"Look, just tell me what you want and I will go get it. Tell me what kind of girls you want and it's done."
"I don't think this is a problem an everyday escort can fix."
"If you want two, three, however many just tell me."
"No, you don't understand. This would require only girl. But it would have to be a very, very special girl."
"I don't follow."
"We have already picked out the girl."
"Ok. Is she an escort? Do you have her number?"
"She had better be an escort tomorrow. And you already have her number."
"What?"
"Let me spell it out. Your wife. To fix this, we will require the services of your wife. When we saw the picture on your desk, we knew exactly what we wanted."
"No! Goddamn it! No! What do you think I am?"
"I think you are someone who will be out of a job very soon."
"Fuck you!"
"Bobby, I am going to overlook that last comment and tell you how it is going to be. We will fly out tomorrow afternoon. If you want to have the contract and your job when we leave, your wife will be at our hotel tonight at 8. Its your choice."
With that he hung up. Now Bobby knew what nausea really was. He rushed to the bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet. After he cleaned up, he left the office in a daze. He drove around for an hour or so before he realized he had somehow ended up at his home. By the time he opened the door to his house he knew what he had to do. Jessica would rail against it, but in the end he knew he could guilt her into it. All the debt her failed business had created was the reason they could not afford him losing his job.
Jessica was in kitchen washing dishes and he stopped at just stared at her. She was so beautiful. She had on a white T-shirt and a pair of Daisy Dukes that she wore only around the house. They showed off her long, tanned legs. She was six feet even in her bare feet and her legs were not even her best asset. Her breasts were quite large especially with such a tiny waist below. And they had not a hint of sag in them. When she became aroused, which unfortunately for Bobby was not very often, her nipples would lengthen to almost an inch. And her face was just as perfect as her body, with striking blue eyes and blond hair that went down to the middle of her back. She could easily have become a famous model if Bobby would have permitted it. But, truth be told, that suited Jess just fine. She was actually quite shy and all of the attention she had gotten from men through the years had made her extremely self-conscious. It was the reason she did not chase her dream of becoming an actress.
"Hi, honey," she said when she finally noticed him. She tensed immediately when she saw his face, "What's wrong?"
"I have to ask a favor of you. Let's sit down."
"What's wrong?" she repeated after they sat down. It took him a while before he could start.
"That new account I got. Well, I may have lost it."
"What? How can that be? I thought you had it under control."
