The rich don't do things the way us plebeians do.
I graduated high school two years ago. My grades weren't good enough to get into a Top University, and getting a degree from the local "we accept anybody who breathes" four-year didn't seem to be a good plan, so I shuffled from one part time job to the next.
I'm of course applying for anything I can get, hoping something will stick. I apply for, among other things, a job as a pool cleaner, figuring, how difficult can cleaning a swimming pool possibly be? You just skim the debris off the top with the net, make sure you put the proper amount of chlorine in and check to ensure the filters are working.
I get a call for an interview. It turns out the job is for a mega-rich middle aged couple. (I later found out the wife, Claire, is 49, and the husband, Bradley, is 50. They were high school sweethearts who married upon graduation and have been happily married for more than 30 years.) 20-year-old me is as nervous as a cat. I'm pretty sure the car parked in the driveway is worth more than my parents' house.
"Welcome to our home, Kevin."
Well, Bradley greeted me in a friendly enough way...maybe I shouldn't be so nervous. He introduces Claire, and I manage a greeting without stuttering too badly.
"Officially, your job will be to clean the pool." Bradley describes the job duties. They're not particularly complex, and I take some notes on a note pad I had remembered to bring with me. I can handle this...
"It shouldn't take me more than a day to learn how to perform those duties reasonably well, sir."
"Great. Before I hire you and move you into the pool boy's quarters, Claire has two questions."
I turn my focus to Claire. She's almost as wide as she is tall, and her sundress shows off her large chest and very plump rear.
"Unofficially, your job will be to keep me happy. Do you like big women?"
I happen to be a charter member of the BBW's Are Awesome Society. "I sure do, ma'am."
"Have you had experience pleasuring women?"
"The girl I dated last year seemed to think I was okay at it..."
Bradley had clearly done his research. "Sonya says you started out terrible at eating pussy, but you were willing to learn and got a lot better over time. I think you'll be suitable. You're hired. Your pay is $1,000 a month, plus room and board."
"We still love each other," Claire explained, "but after 30 years of marriage, we've done just about everything possible with each other in bed, and we need younger people to get us off."
"So," Bradley continued, "you will be Claire's younger person, and my PA at work will be mine. Everyone knows about this, because open and honest communication is the only way to keep a marriage or a relationship going. Secrets corrode trust and destroy the fabric of any sort of interpersonal relationship, romantic or not."
A notary and two witnesses were called in, the relevant documents were read and signed, and the next day, I was installed in the pool boy's quarters. I had access to the kitchen and dining room of the main house, so I could get food and drinks at any time. The chef seemed nice enough, and even asked if there were any dishes I particularly liked. My quarters were about 1,000 square feet and featured a large bed, clearly designed to hold both me and Claire comfortably. Since Claire wasn't going to be present 24/7, I also had sufficient bookshelves to hold all my books, a TV, a computer, and a videogame system. My few possessions had already been moved in. The bathtub was large, and the rest of the bathroom equipment was sufficient.
Claire gave me a day to learn how to do my official job, and as predicted, it wasn't difficult. The whole property was covered by a glass canopy, making it climate controlled, and the only clothes I was permitted to own were swimsuits and T shirts -- I wouldn't need anything else anyway. Since it was summer now, the roof of the canopy was open: in the winter, it would be closed.
On my second day, Claire came out, wearing her sundress, and watched me work, eagerly awaiting my completing my "official" duties. Those took about 45 minutes to complete. When I was done, she turned to me and gave me a big smile.
