**NOTE: Any reuse of names is out of laziness, not due to any sort of continuity. You're welcome to make your own mental connections, but there is no intention to do so on my part. =)
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"One lump or two?" Lacey asked as she poured a cup of tea.
"Two would be lovely," answered Beatrice. Now why don't we get down to what you're probably dying to hear about. Your application."
"Oh that would be great! We've been on the edge of our seats all week."
"Oh my dear! I'm sorry to put you through that stress! It must have been hard to focus on unpacking and organizing your new home! Although I must say, I wouldn't know it from how beautiful your home is.
"Oh thank you! It was actually a nice distraction. We used to belong to our club back home, and we loved the sense of community. We're really hoping we can become a part of the Sandy Shores community."
"Well between you and me, your application looks absolutely perfect. Plus we're always looking for young couples like you. Do you work?"
"Not at the moment," Lacey replied. "I had to quit my job when we moved. I'm hoping to find something at the local private middle school when the school year restarts."
"Oh wonderful! I'm sure someone at the club can help with that. And that'll come in handy when you start having little ones. What does your husband do? David was it?"
"David is in finance. That's how we can afford to live in this town, and how we can afford the Sandy Shores club dues. Although, until he gets his promotion, things will be a little tight."
"Well then I guess you're in luck. Since you have an in with the Treasurer of the country club."
"Who?"
"Me of course! I needed something to keep me busy when the kids finally flew from the nest. But I have to be honest, some of it is a little out of my depth. It would be really helpful if your husband could take a look and give me some tips? I can waive your dues for this year, and if our little deal works out you may just get out of paying dues all together!"
"Oh my gosh! That would be amazing! I mean, I'd obviously have to talk to David, but I don't see why he wouldn't say yes! Thank you so much, Beatrice!"
"Please, call me Bea. We're going to be be seeing each other a lot more often at the club after all."
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Later that evening, David returned home to the smell of a roast, his favorite.
"Smells great in here babe. What's the occasion?." David stepped into the kitchen.
Lacey pulled a perfect roast out of the oven. "Nothing special. Just your favorite," she winked. She placed the roast on the table, but all he saw was his beautiful wife. Even after cooking a full meal she was beautiful. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun. The apron tied at her waist accentuated her slim frame. She wasn't particularly big in her chest or on her bottom, but she had enough to work with. She looked up at him with her beautiful grean eyes. "Do you like it?"
"Do you even have to ask?" He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "Thanks babe. This is amazing. You know... " He kissed her neck again. "Busy season finally ends this week. Maybe we can have some fun on Saturday?" He nuzzled into her.
"Oooo babe that sounds wonderful, but it might have to wait until Sunday. I may have volunteered you to help Bea with the Sandy Shores books." She turned around.
"The last thing I want to do on the weekends is more work," said David, dejected. "Wait, who's Bea?"
"Beatrice Crawford. She was over earlier today to go over our application at the club. She said she'd waive our dues for the year if you could help her with the books. I know you wanted to save more until your promotion."
"Calling her "Bea" already? Best friends already?" David teased. "You know we could save if we just didn't join the club at all."
"She's very sweet, but she's also over twice our age. We probably won't have much in common. I doubt we'll see much of her once we're in the club. I know joining the club is more my thing than yours, but it's hard being in this new town with no one to talk to."
"I know sweetheart. I'm only teasing. Of course I'll help. I know you'll make it up to me," he smirked.
Lacey looked at him seductively, "You know I will."
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David drove up to the sprawling estate. So this was how the other side lived. He walked up the the double doors and knocked. The door was answered by an older woman. Her hair was done in short curls. He wasn't quite sure if it was white or platinum blonde. Her skin was visibly tanned and a bit sun damaged. It was wrinkled and spotted. She was wearing a fluffy purple robe. She stood at the door and smiled.
"You must be David! I'm so sorry I'm not decent! People around here are normally not so punctual, I thought I'd have a little more time. Come in! Come in!" She put her arm around his and led him into the house. "Lacey forgot to mention that you were a dreamboat! But I should've guessed based on how beautiful she is! I'll set you up in the office to take a look and I'll go put myself together a bit more and come back."
"Oh ok. I was wondering why you don't keep the files at the club?" said David somewhat uncomfortably. He wasn't too keen on being so close to another woman he didn't know, even if she was older and completely covered.
"I do actually. Well... normally I do. Oh you know how it is. If we did this at the club everyone would want to meet you! I figured we'd get everything squared away and cleaned up here. We'll be using my husband's office. You'll meet Bill when you come to the club. He practically lives there. He's golfing as we speak. Here we are!" Bea opened the door to a stuffy windowless office. It would have been a pretty spacious office, if not for the wall of bankers boxes on all the free walls and stacks of paper on every open surface. A small space was cleared at the computer, which was a little dusty. "Sorry for the mess. Bill mostly uses this room for storage since he retired.
"No worries. These are the files?" David sat down at the desk, and began to go through a stack of papers on the desk. How bad good it be? The club board books can't be that difficult.
"Just what's on the desk. Never mind the other papers. Sorry it's not so organized. They took a tumble in the car. I'm going to finish getting ready and then join you. Be back in a flash!" Bea left the room, leaving David to sort through the mess.
David looked through the papers. There were receipts, invoices, estimates, and... a tissue? Nothing was organized. David took out his phone and took a picture. He sent it to Lacey and then texted, "Working on the books. Might be a bit late tonight. Love you."
Lacey texted back, "OMG BABE I'M SO SORRY. Never thought it could be that bad! I'll totally make it up to you!" She followed with a topless selfie.
David looked at the photo. God she was pretty. He couldn't wait until he could get home to that. Then he was suddenly surprised by a voice from behind.
"Ooooo spicy!" Bea exclaimed.
David put his phone away and spun around. "Oh gosh. I- I'm sorry. I wasn't doing anything. I promise."
"Don't worry about it, dear. You've got to keep the spice alive!" She winked.
Still flustered, David replied, "Yeah it's been a stressful few months, we haven't actually been intimate for a while, so I got a little distracted by her photo. Sorry about that- I wait- I thought you went to go change?"
Bea stood by the door, still wrapped in the robe she was wearing earlier, except in heels.
"Oh I was dear. I needed to change into this." Bea untied and parted her robe to reveal a lacy set of purple lingerie. Her breasts spilled out of her bra. Her belly extended a little over her lace thong. Her stockings strained to contain her thighs. Her skin was lightly tanned, marked by skin damage and wrinkles.
David was in shock. "What are you wearing??? What did you think was going to happen??"
"Dear, it's not what I THINK will happen. It's what WILL happen. Now, I'm a rather influential member of the board. A recommendation from me is just about a guarantee for acceptance, but I can also make sure you never get in."
"That's fine. We don't need to join the club, if that's the case." David got up to leave and walked past her towards the door.
"Oh sweetheart. You think it's just about the club? Think about it. This isn't the biggest town. Everyone who lives here who's anyone is a member. Any socializing that happens here is through Sandy Shores. How are you going to tell your wife that she didn't get accepted to her precious country club?"
