Pachels Easy Seduction

Rachel's Slow Seduction

This is a fictional story but there are elements of reality within it. Every LW story probably has some facet of the author within it unless it is set in a galaxy far, far away. I hope you enjoy the read. I'm leaving comments available but I'm not interested in nasty, go to FETTISH if you want to be nasty.

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Rachel had been working for the company for about 16 months when a new district manager was brought in to oversee her store and 17 others in the area. Ben was a bit older than the previous district manager (D.M.) by about 20 years. Trevor had been 34 with a Business Admin degree (Bachelor's degree) where Ben had gone from a sales associate to assistant manager to store manager to D.M. over the last 25 years. He had also gotten a Bachelor's degree from the University of Phoenix to augment his work experience.

According to Rachel, Ben was 56, tall at 6"1 and slender at about 185 pounds. He had a really nice smile and a pleasant baritone speaking voice. Rachel told me that Juliet, the regional manager (R.M.), had brought him around to each store to introduce him to the various managers and any assistants that were present at the time. Rachel said he had a good hand shake, not too strong and not at all weak.

Ben had made 2 visits to the store within 3 weeks and then started coming by slightly more frequently, every week or occasionally twice within a week. He also texted the group with notices and questions to be covered on his next visit. Later I learned that by the time 4 weeks had gone by 3 managers had been terminated for not following Ben's 'suggestions' or not following through quickly enough.

The last week of August Rachel came home and she hadn't eaten any of her 'lunch' and I mentioned it. She had a funny look and said, "Ben came by and after walking the store he said 'Rachel you're doing a good job but I've noticed the alarm gets turned off at 4:30 or 5 every morning. I want to talk to you but not here. Let me buy you lunch at Subway' and we went to Subway and Ben bought lunch and we talked."

"You talked about the store?"

"Yes, he told me he knew that no one wanted to manage my store, that every previous manager had requested a transfer to a different store. He knew it was partly the staffing and partly the customers. Then after some discussion he asked about my family: you and the kids and grandkids. He was quite charming and after a bit I felt like I was talking to a close acquaintance or friend and not my district manager. I mentioned that you were upset that I spent so much time at the store."

"And what did Ben say to that?"

"He said he could understand that after looking at my schedule and he realized I was doing between 60 and 70 hours a week. He said if I were his partner he'd be upset about that as well."

"What did you say?"

"I told him it was worse than that since you couldn't drive and you spent most of your time at home alone with no friends in the area. I told him you were sometimes rather 'testy and resentful' when I did get home and that upset me, and sometimes we wouldn't talk for a couple days, but there was little I could do about it."

"Well Rach I've been trying to be more understanding and less moody."

"I know that and for the most part you've been better but now I'm tired."

"Fine, get changed and go to sleep honey."

Our routine progressed and a couple days later a card arrived addressed to Rachel with no return address. When Rachel came home she opened it to find an invitation to a Mary Kay open house at one of her dance friends for the weekend of Labor Day. She said she might stop for an hour on the Sunday; she wasn't sure how the schedule would work out. The following day another card to Rachel without a return address showed up and when Rachel got home she opened it to find a 'Happy Labor Day' card from Ben with a note saying, 'try to slow down just a bit, I won't get on your case if you slow down a little' and Rachel smiled and said, "Isn't that sweet of him to send this to me?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I wasn't sure why he'd sent her a card to the house. Labor Day came and I decided to go into town on Tuesday since the weather was absolutely perfect. I walked to the bus stop and caught the bus and jumped off at the corner across the street from another store within the chain. No one knew who I was, I had only met one assistant way back in March and no one at this store knew me.

I wasn't sure how I was going to find out if all the managers got a Labor Day card or just Rachel. I went into the store and I was wandering the aisles and I heard someone wish a happy birthday to Kevin who was working at the end of the aisle I happened to be walking. Kevin is the manager; Rachel had mentioned his name in passing a few times.

I walked up and wished him a happy birthday and said, "When I worked for Rite-Aid my D.M. mailed birthday cards to all the managers." Kevin looked at me and said, "Our D.M. is a hard-nose who wouldn't mail a card to anyone even if it was to fire them, not the nicest of people but you didn't hear it from me."

"Oh a tough person to work for, man or woman?"

"A guy, he canned 3 managers in a six weeks because they didn't do what he wanted quickly enough to suit him. It's been better since he made an example of those 3, we all jump now."

"Nobody complained up the chain?"

"Yeah, one woman did and she was told that if she wanted her unemployment to just let it go."

"Huh, well good luck..."

"Thanks, I'm looking around for another job but you didn't hear that from me either."

So with that news I had a good idea what Ben wanted but I wasn't sure how to warn Rachel without letting her know I was suspicious. Things were rolling along as usual and the last week of September Rachel came home all smiles, "Guess what?"

"I don't know, you bought a lottery ticket and we won 5 million?"

Rach chuckled, "Don't I wish. No, I got a bonus, an extra check."

"What is that for?"

"Shrink was down, the inventory was finally tabulated and our shrink was down by 1.2%."

"Is that good? Well I guess it is if you got a bonus."

"Yes, it's a difference of about 18 grand not going out the door."

"How much was your bonus, $12?"

"No, $1,635 minus the usual except for medical."

"Well, that's pretty good."

"Yes, it's great and Ben called and he's taking me to lunch again tomorrow so I won't need my regular food, just cookies and nuts."

"Okay. Did what's his face ever take you to lunch, your old D.M.?"

"No, but nobody liked him. Ben's a nice guy."

I was thinking, 'oh-oh he's got her fooled or else she didn't hear about the managers he canned.' But I knew her assistant talked to people at a lot of stores because he had been with the company for over 5 years. He should've mentioned something to Rachel about what was going on.

So I went into town the following day and stopped at the other store. Kevin had found a new job and the assistant working that day said that a new manager had been hired and was training. I asked about the word on the D.M. and she told me that she'd heard that he had eased up a bit on everyone. She had talked to a friend that managed another store and she said that the D.M. had wanted to make it known he wasn't about to tolerate insubordination from any of the managers. She had heard that the guy had taken a couple managers to lunch to have meetings and get to know his team better. She said that was the word going around, that he 'wanted to get to know his team better' with a smirk. I asked male managers as well as female and she said it had been all female managers. I raised an eyebrow and she said, "Yeah, he's looking to get laid by one or two."

That didn't make me feel any better because I knew Rachel was a possible target for him. But what was I going to say to Rachel?

She came home that evening in a good mood and said Ben had given her some discretionary hours to help get the store in better shape. An extra 5 hours of time would help get things organized some. She had those hours for the next 4 weeks. They'd have another lunch meeting at the end of that time and see how things were looking.

Over that month Rachel mentioned Ben coming in a few times to see how things were going but not staying too long. She was in a better mood, still doing the same schedule but seeming more relaxed.

Ben gave her the 5 hours for another month and things were looking good. They had another lunch meeting and Rachel came home smiling again. She got another, smaller bonus at the end of the quarter and she was happy about that. An envelope showed up, no return address and it was a Thanksgiving card from Ben to Rachel saying 'thanks for all your effort to make the store better and you're a great team member' with a smiley face at the end of the note.

Rachel seemed happier to go to work and then a Christmas card showed up. Then the day before her birthday another card showed up with another note. It was just 'happy birthday girl have a great day' and nothing else. Rachel had scheduled herself to close the store on her birthday, going in for 1PM and I was sitting around and decided to call and say hi.

I called the store and asked for her. Her assistant, George said she went to dinner; Ben had authorized 2 hours of overtime for him. Ben came to the store and took her to dinner; he said they had left about 15 minutes ago. I asked him to not say anything to Rachel about my call and he said that was fine. His tone of voice seemed to say something was up with Ben and Rachel. I asked when he was working the next day and he said he was closing the store. I asked him to note how long Rachel was gone and I'd call him back as soon as Rachel called me that she was on her way home tomorrow. He agreed to that and I said thanks and bye.

I was somewhat upset but hoping Rachel would tell me she went to dinner with Ben when she came home. She called that she was on her way home at the usual time and when she got in I asked how her day had gone.

"Oh, it was okay. Busy as usual, nothing spectacular...we were short of plan by $475." No mention of dinner out with Ben and that worried me immensely. If she had said Ben took me to dinner it would have been better so I could confront it head on but she was hiding it and that was worse. She was conspiring with him at this point to hide it from me.

She changed and went to bed with a 4AM alarm and she was opening the store. We had a quiet breakfast as she did her paperwork and I went to watch the local news after we ate. I got her lunch ready and she left. I was wondering how I could find out more since I can't drive which limited my ability to follow her. I couldn't pay a cab to sit and wait to see where she went. I spent the day mulling it over and had no great insights.

She called that she was on her way home and I disconnected and called George. He said she had been gone for an hour and fifty-three minutes from the time she walked out the doors to the time she walked back in. That's a rather long dinner! We rarely spent 45 minutes at Olive Garden and maybe an hour if the grandkids were with us, so where had the time gone? I thanked George and hung up.

It wasn't easy being pleasant when she got home. I was in a subdued mood and she noticed, asking what's wrong? I just put her off. We ate dinner and then she went to bed and I sat thinking some more.

It finally hit me; the idea to see what she might do if she knew she couldn't get caught by me. I looked online, found a 'spy' website and a wifi-enabled camera that I could mount almost anywhere. The dimensions were great and it had a detachable base that I could mount low under a curtain and the camera would look down on 'our' bed. I use that term loosely because she had asked me to sleep in another bedroom because my snoring bothered her. It didn't matter that she had the TV on all might with some show and light in the room but my snoring bothered her.

I ordered the camera and waited for its arrival. I called our daughter and asked if she'd like a visit for a couple days and she said that it was a great idea as I could help with a project she wanted to do. We set the date and I informed Rachel I was going to go help Amy with a project and I'd be leaving next Monday morning and returning Wednesday.

Rachel didn't seem excited for me to go but said that if Amy could use the help that it was fine. Rachel took a shower Sunday morning before going to work and I changed the sheets on her bed. After Rachel went to work that Monday morning, I set the camera up, tested it and left with my bags to catch the bus to NYC. Then a train to the station near Amy and we worked on the project Monday night and Tuesday. I could've taken a train back to NYC and then the bus home but I'd get in around 2AM Wednesday morning. I didn't feel the need to travel at that late hour regardlessof how worried I was about Rachel's activities.

Monday after the kids went to bed I turned on my laptop and checked the camera feed. The bedroom was lit well enough and the flickering of the TV showed Rachel in bed. It was almost 9 and it looked like she was asleep. I checked backward and didn't see any 'bad behavior' with Rachel and someone else. I shut the laptop down. Tuesday we got the project done and I spent time with the kids. They went to bed and I checked the camera again.

This time it was different. Rachel was definitely being entertained by someone. So now I had proof and I was ready for the talk that had to come. At that point I wished I had planned to go home Tuesday night to maybe catch them in bed together, but oh well, a picture is worth a thousand words.

Wednesday I got home at 2:12 and Rachel was still at the store and I went through the video and found that her company had left around 5AM! Dammit I would have caught them. I printed out a single picture and put it on the nightstand on 'my side' of the bed. I was wondering if Rachel would notice it when she went into the bedroom. I called a law firm that advertises on TV and made an appointment for the next morning at 10 telling them I wanted to file for divorce and sue the company that my wife worked for as it was her boss that was fucking her. They were happy to give me an appointment.

The phone rang at 6:04 that she was on her way home and I immediately called the store and asked if George was in. He said hi and told me that Rachel had gone to lunch with Ben for almost an hour that afternoon from 12:48 to 1:44. I thanked him and disconnected.

I activated our sleeping desktop and went to the camera website and found another 25 minutes of fucking while Rachel was at 'lunch' with Ben. I left the website on the computer and partially closed the door. Rachel came in, gave me a peck on the cheek and she asked how my trip had gone.

"Okay I guess. We got Amy's project finished. But it didn't go as well as your time here Rach."

"What do you think I did, I worked while you were gone?"

"Un-huh and is that all you did?"

"Well, no I slept some too."

"Yeah I guess you did. But that wasn't your only activity in bed, was it?"

"Of course not I watched TV." She was looking at me hard and then she turned and walked down the hall to the bedroom. I was waiting for a scream or something but there was nothing. I put her stuff away and walked down the hall. She was sitting on the chair, holding the picture in front of her face, "I guess you did more in bed than sleep and watch TV, Rachel. And that was last night and then again this afternoon during your 'lunch break' or was it a 'lunch meeting' with Ben I guess that is."

"You...you put a camera in here? You were watching me?"

"Actually I wasn't watching. It's all recorded to the 'cloud' so I can access it. I hope Ben's going to like having you as a roommate."

"What do you mean...roommate?"

"You can sleep here tonight but you better call and tell him you are homeless as of tomorrow because you are moving out. I'm filing for divorce, naming him and the company because people know he screws around. An assistant at another store told me word has gotten around he's fucking one of the managers and now we know who, don't we?"

"But...but honey."

"Nope Rach, you're gone and I'm going to want alimony as you are the primary earner, you will have to support me. Good night Rachel." I closed the door and she was coming out to grab my arm as I entered 'my bedroom' and she tried to turn me around. I pulled away, then wiggled the mouse and tapped 'enter' twice and the still of her getting fucked doggy-style came up. That stopped her in her tracks. After several seconds, "Oh my god you've got today on there too?"

"Like I said Rachel I'm ready for divorce court if you want to challenge me." She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to cry.

"It was just going to be some stress relief, some tension release for me. Ben had said that I was too stressed and that he could help me relax...and he was so nice and he has those smoldering green eyes and I just went along with it."

"Well Rachel you should have asked me for stress relief but every time I approached you, you were too tired or too stressed. So now it won't be my concern as long as I get my alimony."

"Are you really going to throw away all our history because of this? It doesn't really mean anything to me, it was just physical release."

"I didn't throw away our history Rachel, you did. You threw it down the drain the first time you let him touch you however that happened. You threw it away when you let him kiss you anywhere but on your cheek. YOU THREW OUR HISTORY AWAY, not me. By the way, what kind of birthday present did you get during your birthday dinner? You know, the one you never mentioned to me." I was getting wound up so I took a few deep breaths, "I'm just going to put an end to our sad story over the last few months, that's all." I closed the website so she couldn't go in and erase what I might need for court if she challenged the filing. Then I walked out of the room.

I slept in the recliner, in my clothes and felt like crap in the morning. My head was killing me worse than if I'd had a beer or a decent amount of gin. I really don't metabolize beer well for some reason.

Rachel came into the kitchen, "Larry can we work this out please??"

"Sure Rach" I turned and looked at her puffy eyes "sign the freakin' papers when you get them and its all worked out, otherwise don't bother me. Oh wait, I'd like to get your R.M.'s phone number so I can let her know that I'm going to be suing the corporation for alienation of affection after I file the divorce papers. I have an appointment with a well known law firm this morning. I have to find out how big a chunk they want."

"If you sue the company I'll get fired. Ben will get fired."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Like I care what happens to Ben? And as for you getting fired I guess you won't have to pay alimony in that case." Rachel sat down in her chair hard. I almost winced in sympathetic pain for the hard landing her butt took.

I made my coffee and started getting clothes out to go see the lawyer(s) that were going to make some money and get me a pile of money. I figured I wasn't going to have to worry about alimony since I wanted to get at least $2.5 mil for myself and they could tack on what they wanted. I figured the corporation would settle and we'd never see the inside of a courtroom. But I was prepared if need be.

Rachel had followed me to the bedroom while I chose clothes and she just sat and watched me for several minutes. Finally she asked, "You knew I was going to do something with Ben didn't you?"

"I knew he was working you with the lunches, cards and the birthday dinner you never mentioned to me. I knew what he wanted and you gave in pretty quickly. I guess those smoldering green eyes got to you huh? They made you forget all about our history? Now you can start a new history of your own."