I stayed away from the plant for about a week. Things were getting complicated and I needed some time to sort them out. Nothing had really happened with Sarah; however, more had happened than I would have ever thought would happen. Was I seducing her, explicitly or implicitly? Whichever it was or if it was, I could end up losing in the long run. She could leave and without her to run the cleaners, I would be screwed, big time...
Then, of course, there was Lucy with her newfound sexuality. Her libido was turned on and it seems to be trying to make up for lost time. I know that, for the present, her ardor is aimed at me but in a matter of time, it will be redirected.
I called Sarah the first day I did not go into the plant and told her that I was very busy with my other business and would be away from the plant a few days. She seemed relieved. I called Lucy that evening and relayed the same message. The reaction was quite the opposite and more direct.
"I'm going to miss you," she said. Maybe you could stop by one evening."
I did just that. I arrived at the plant at 4:55 and went through the back door and into the office. My thought was to surprise Lucy when she closed by slipping up to the front and sitting on the mark in table. It was I who was surprised when the intercom buzzed about ten minutes to six.
Lucy said, "There's a couple up here who want to see you."
I went up front to see who it could possibly be.
"Hello, I'm Pamela Rogers and this is my husband Raymond," she said. "We were friends of Mr. Cooper. Isn't it a shame that we lost him?"
"Well, I really didn't know him," I replied. "I bought the cleaners from Ms. Cooper after his death."
"We don't have any reason to meet you," Pamela said. "Except that we are customers and had asked for you a few times but you are never here.
Raymond said, "That didn't come out right. We just like to know the people we do business with. It's really nice to meet you."
"Well, Pamela and Raymond, it's really nice meeting you," I said. "You are right. I'm not here that often but I have a good staff. Sarah is the store manager and can help you with any problems that might arise. But if there is ever a time when you need to see me, both Sarah and Lucy here know how to get in touch with me."
"Oh, call us Pam and Ray," Pam said.
Ray added, "Now, that we are all friends, there is a little bar right up the street. Let's go up there and have a drink. Lucy, it's closing time. Why don't you join us?"
I said, "I have one little thing I have to do before leaving. It'll take about ten minutes. I'll meet you there."
As soon as they left, Lucy said, "Oh darn, I was going to call in that marker for the 'future fuck' you owe me."
"I'm sorry, Honey," I apologized. "I was going to surprise you tonight and let you keep the marker. Why don't you close and come up for a drink?"
Lucy said, "I don't need a drink. I need a fuck. But I'll think about it."
Lucy and I kissed behind the paneled wall and she gave my dick a little squeeze. I said, "I think I've created a monster."
As I was headed for the door, Lucy asked, "Didn't you say that you had something to do?"
"I just did it," I answered. "See you there."
Walking to the bar, I was thinking about Pam and Ray. Pam was a cute dark blond with sun streaks. I would guess her age at maybe twenty-two. She had a cute figure, medium to large bust, narrow waist and hips to match. Her features were rounded and she looked very fuckable. Ray was about five foot eight and slender built. He had a straggly beard and appeared to be in his early to mid-forties.
I arrived at the bar and found Pam and Ray sitting in a half-circle booth. They motioned me over and I slid into the only open seat, which was on Pam's right.
Ray was drinking shots of Jack and chasing them with beer, Pam was sipping a draft beer, and I was about to order a beer when Ray said, "I ordered you a shot and a beer. You look like who would have a man's drink."
"Thanks," I said. "But I only drink beer."
The waitress arrived with the drinks. "I'm not bashful," Ray said. "I'll have the shot and he can have the beer."
Pam said, "Ray, that's your third and fourth shots and we haven't been here a half hour."
Ray was speaking to me but the words were aimed at his wife, "She must have been an accountant in a past life because she keeps track of everything so well. Hey, you shoot pool?" Without waiting for an answer, he went to look for an empty table, the bathroom, or another shot. I don't think that it mattered to him what he found as long as it was away from Pam's criticism.
Pam turned toward me in the booth and the toe of her shoe made direct contact with my left shin. She noticed me wince. "Oh, is that your leg? I'm so sorry," she said as she leaned toward me and rubbed my shin with her left hand. The slight pain in my shin was not what was getting my attention. That would be Pam's right hand that was resting on my upper thigh. Her fingertips were only about an inch from my stiffening cock.
That distance was quickly erased when she moved her hand forward and wrapped her fingers around my stiff member. "I see that you are starting to feel better," she said and continued to stroke my cock through the material of my pants as it reached maximum extension.
"Being that your husband, whose inhibitions are being eroded by alcohol, is somewhere close by, do you think that thing you're doing with your right hand is a smart thing?" I asked.
"You seem to be enjoying it," she said. "And besides, I told Ray earlier that I was horny. But what does he do? Does he take me home and satisfy my needs? No! He brings me to a bar where he proceeds to see how many shots he can polish off. Meanwhile, he seats me next to a good-looking guy with an exquisite cock just with my reach. So, excuse my French, fuck him."
