The Soldier's Wife. Just a quick flash story for fun. This is a new attempt at writing for me in a different style told from the point of view of the wife. A poor, defenseless, soldier's wife who is being blackmailed into sex at the office.
All the usual restrictions apply. Copyright 2018 all rights reserved to me. No sex in this one as usual I don't do sex scenes all that well.
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I had been working here for four years. I liked the job, my uncle Paulie had gotten it for me. I mean as jobs go it didn't suck too bad. We were a small branch office in New Jersey but part of a large national chain. My job was half data entry and half gofer for my boss, but he was easy to get along with, letting me come in late and take long lunches when I needed to. And no, he wasn't getting anything from me for being that way. I know I'm a fox, with my Italian heritage, dark hair, extra-large boobies, and cute bubble butt. I was short too, a little over five foot nothing, so there was a lot of little old me rolled into a small package. But I had been married for a little over a year now and Vince, my husband, just wasn't the sharing type. My boss had met Vince before and seemed to know which side of the bread the butter went on after that.
The day started out normally enough. I rolled in around 9:30 or so and after the usual chit chat with the other girls settled down to start entering some invoices around 10:00 or so. We had been in a little bit of turmoil lately, seems that the main office was out in California and they had been bought out by some guys from silicone valley or something. I mean I knew a lot of them bleached blondes out there had fake tits but really, having a whole valley named after them? Must be a guy thing but I knew my babies were all-natural, no silicone in them. They had sent a few guys out from the home office and they were shaking things up a little, letting some go and moving around others. My boss seemed a little shaky but personally I didn't care all that much. I mean I had been married a year now and it was probably time to stop work and start churning out the kids. My mom was waiting on grandkids and it would give my dad something to brag about inside, him doing 3 to 5 on a bum federal rap at the moment. So, I wasn't all that concerned when my boss told me around 11:00 I needed to go to the office and meet with the VP of associate relations. I don't know where they come up with these names anyway, I mean it isn't like I was going to have relations with him. He was a creepy little man about 50 with a comb over and pudge belly and when I was shown in his office there was another of these California idiots with him, some computer mucky muck who looked like a greaseball pimp. I mean where were all these surfer dudes with buff bodies that California was supposed to have?
So, they started off by telling me they had found some "irregularities" in some of the invoices I entered and that it looked like I was stealing money and sending it to an account in my name. I told them it was total bullshit, which it was, and that I wasn't stealing.
So greaseball says "it looks like there's about $25,000 missing and we have invoices with your data stamp on them. They were entered at your work station and went to an account with your name on it which has since been emptied."
"I don't know anything about it, it must have been faked. Someone is trying to set me up." I figured I'd throw in some weepy tears and use the little girl lost voice that gets me out of so many speeding tickets, but they didn't seem to be buying it for some reason.
Comb over was pulling the bad cop routine to greaseball's just the facts crap. Maybe the two of them thought they could scare me or something, but it wasn't like two office geeks from California were all that scary to this Jersey girl. "Tell you what, Angela, how about we give you a few hours to think things over and see if you can figure out what happened. Come back around 5:00 and we will see then what to do. But unless you have some good answers, we are going to have to notify the local district attorney's office and insist they prosecute. The company takes a hard line when it comes to theft and the matter will be out of our hands."
Now I will admit I'm not good at these things. I mean clothes, yes, shopping, ok, make-up and hair styles, for sure, but embezzlement and district attorneys were not my specialty, so I called my husband Vince and asked him what to do. He asked a few questions and told me it sounded like bullshit and nothing to worry about, that it was a setup of some kind. Even if worst came to worst and the DA prosecuted, which wasn't likely, we could plead it out if I wanted and I wouldn't do any time. Sweetheart that he is he offered to talk with them with me at 5:00 but I said I would handle it and we could meet up for dinner at Angelo's around 7:00. The whole situation was making me a little stressed, so I went out for a manicure and pedicure. I mean nothing reduces stress like a little pampering. I know Vince said it was a setup but my dad wad doing 3 years on a setup also. I mean he didn't hijack that trailer just let a friend park it in the yard overnight.
So, I rolled back in the office around 3:00 and twiddled my thumbs for a couple of hours. I mean it wasn't like I was gonna touch that computer again, or enter any invoices, not when I knew someone was screwing with them. Some people may think because I'm beautiful and have big boobies I'm stupid to go with it, but daddy didn't raise no stupid girl. I know I can appear scatter brained at times but half the time it was an act just to help me get my way. I mean you can learn a lot when people take you for granted and don't think you understand what's going on.
Anyway 5:00 rolled around and I went back up to meet with comb over and greaseball. They asked me if I had an explanation and I just babbled on for a bit, throwing in a few tears and all, and said I didn't understand it I never stole anything and all that, but it didn't look like they were buying it. Then greaseball started in on the real reason behind the mess.
"Angela, maybe we can help you out here. I mean you seem like a sweet kid and all, maybe we can just find a way to keep all this from coming out and avoid prosecuting you for it."
So maybe by dumb act and tears were working after all.
"Of course, we would want you to do something in return for us."
