My name's Tom, I am a manager at my Uncles factory, he is called George, aged 56. We make ladies underwear, lingerie, fun wear etc. My Uncle is basically - not a nice man, he takes great delight imposing his power upon others under him; he treats his work force (me included) like shit. Why stay working for him you might ask? I used to have my own business until things went bad, he bailed me out financially and now he holds the mortgage on my house, he owns the car I drive, and I am paying off money I borrowed from him. I dream that one day I will be able to break away, start my own business again but for now I need this job.
Late one Wednesday afternoon he called me into his office. He told me that he had two important buyers coming to see him on Friday, he was going to take them out for a 'softening up' dinner, then he intended to show them some of the new range we were currently working on. These guys represented the largest wholesalers in the country, they already dealt with us but if they liked the new range it would be worth a lot of money.
He said he wanted someone to model the range, someone who, as he put it would 'try their hardest to achieve a big order', someone who he could trust, and someone who had a lot to lose if the order didn't happen. He had lost me, why was he telling me all this, what did he want me to do, model the range myself? He must have seen the puzzled look on my face, "I want Julie to model the range," he said.
Julie is my wife; we have been married for 6 years. She is 28, tall, blonde and up until we got married she used to be a fashion / photographic model, she has still got her gorgeous figure and her sexy looks. When we first met she told me of her past, there was a time when she was short of money and briefly turned to glamour work to earn a living, sometimes posing with other girls and men for hardcore photos, I have some of the XXX magazines she appeared in and although I have never told her, I find them to be a big turn on.
I tried to tell him that Julie does not do modelling work anymore and would not be keen to start again, he looked at me with anger in his eyes, "let me put it this way Tom, if Julie does not do what I want you're finished here, on the other hand, if she does and we get that order you can forget about the debt you owe me". He knew I had no option, if I left now I would be ruined, bankrupt. "I will ask her tonight, it will be her decision", I said.
He was taking great pleasure out of this, "I need to know first thing tomorrow, oh, and one other thing Tom, I almost forgot to say, tell Julie the order will rest with her". "What are you saying" I asked, "look Tom, if we treat those buyers right the order will be as good as ours and we all benefit, just tell Julie to be nice to them, pamper them a little, indulge in their whims". I should have hit him there and then but he knew how far to push me, how much I would take, he was expecting me to ask my wife to model lingerie and underwear for a couple of guys and then if need be to offer herself to secure the order, "there is no way Julie will go for it" I said, "why can't you get a regular agency model?"
"don't worry Tom, I want you to join us for dinner, then you will be present at the showing, you will be able to see nothing gets out of hand, oh, before you go there's one more thing Tom, I don't want you letting on you are Julie's husband". Over dinner that night Julie sensed something was bothering me and asked me what it was, I explained about my meeting that afternoon with my Uncle and what he wanted her to do, she exploded, "that bastard, just who does he think he is? He has not got the right to treat people like this, especially you - his nephew". I let her go for 5 minutes, she was a little calmer now, "the thing is Julie" I said, "I'll be there with you and it is not like you haven't modelled underwear before is it?"
"I know that Tom, that's not what's worrying me, I don't mind about the modelling side, it could be fun to do it again, it's the part where I might have to, as you put it 'be nice to them', just how nice were you thinking of? How far would I have to go to secure an order?
I tried to reassure her, "I'm sure we are both worrying for no reason, after all these guys are simply looking to place an order, I should think that if they are not happy with the product that will be the end to the evening and it would take a lot more than one very pretty girl to make them change their minds, probably all you will have to do is be pleasant, maybe at the worst you might be expected to 'fool around' a little, to put up with some of their sexual remarks, you know what I mean". She didn't want to do it but if it meant getting out of my Uncles debt and the fact that I would be there with her she said she would.