This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I've reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still.
When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time. After a couple of years I left the radio station and started my own business by acquiring a licensing agreement from a national company to sell direct marketing products. As this was an outlying area and not heavily populated, the company looked at it as an area with limited profit potential and whatever I produced would just be a bonus to them. They had never planned to develop the area anyway until I approached them so they pretty much left me alone.
But within a year I had the area thriving. I was working hard and enjoying the fruits of my labor. Soon the regional manager was after me to expand the area. I told him I was maxed out as it was and I couldn't cover much more ground. 'So hire somebody' he hollered. 'Why, so I can give my profits away to somebody else'?" I countered. But we hammered out an adjacent area and worked out a plan where I would hire a salesperson and then get bonuses on their sales and price breaks on the production costs. I ran the numbers a hundred different ways and didn't see how I could lose. So I advertised for a salesperson. It was summer and I hoped that I could get a sales rep up and running by the fall, our busiest time.
Most of the responses I received were not too impressive, and the interviews didn't go that well. The people were either not qualified, didn't understand the business, didn't have car insurance, or didn't have a clue. But one looked pretty good. In more ways than one.
Her name was Denise. We met at a small coffee shop in the midst of what would be the new territory. After introductions we sat down and faced each other from across a small table. She said to call her Dee. My name is Rob.
She had dark brown hair, cut neat and short, big green eyes and wore a sharp blue pantsuit with a white blouse. She was maybe 5'-7", thin with a nice ass and her firm, abundant tits pushed at the cloth of her attire. Her face was thin with sultry lips and just a touch of gloss. We held eye contact and I felt a sizzle in her glare. She gave a demure smile and her tongue flicked out just a sliver between her lips as she handed me her resume. She seemed a little nervous. I was too.
I took a quick glance at her resume and saw that she was thirty-six years old and married. In those days that kind of information was commonly found on resumes. As I sat across from her and pretended to study her resume I tried to hide my uneasiness.
Here I was: a twenty-five year old newly-single guy, blond hair, blue eyes, tall with a thin, runner's build; and I was interviewing this older, mature, married woman with much more experience than I. Her resume told me she had had several media sales jobs and was more than qualified.
As the interview went on we relaxed and it not only went very well, we shared some laughs and became more comfortable. And those eyes! She always looked me right in the eye and hardly blinked. I could tell she was a no-bullshit person who probably knew how to get things done.
She told me a little about herself. She had gone to France to study, met the man who was now her husband, got pregnant, had a daughter and they moved back to the U.S. Her daughter was now twelve. I asked her about her last job, almost four years at a newspaper, and why she had left. She said she'd left the job to go to work for her husband at his small construction company and to try to straighten out the business end of things. Her husband was good at building things, just not very good with the office and the paperwork and the rest of it. But now that was straightened out and she wanted to get back to what she did best, and the position I was trying to fill looked like a perfect fit. We discussed the compensation and commissions and she was agreeable. After about 75 minutes we ended. She thanked me for the interview, we shook hands and parted, and my eyes followed her ass all the way to the door.
The interview had gone well in every respect. Dee was qualified, knowledgeable, made a great impression and would represent the company and its products well. We said we'd be in touch. But I knew there was no way I could hire her.
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Two days later I received a very professional thank-you letter in the mail from Dee, but I hadn't spoken to her since the interview. When I had placed the ad for a salesperson I had scheduled it to run for several weeks and it ran again the next day. Soon I was getting follow-up calls from her and she left multiple messages with my answering service. I knew I was putting off dealing with the inevitable. When the next ad ran my phone rang first thing in the morning and I picked up.
"Hi Rob, this is Dee ____, how are you?" she said.
"I'm doing well, Dee, thank you. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine, thank you. I'm calling about the sales position. I saw the ad is still running. Have you hired anyone yet?"
"No, I haven't," I replied. I explained about the ad and its scheduled flight to run for several weeks.
"I can start tomorrow!" she said enthusiastically.
I chuckled and hemmed and hawed. I said I was narrowing it down to two or three and she was definitely in the mix. She reiterated that she was perfect for the job, she was flexible, would work hard, do whatever it takes, she needed the job, etc. So we set up a second interview at the same place.
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My problem was this: At just about every job I'd ever had, I'd ended up fucking somebody. And it always ended up making things awkward or unpleasant or worse. It's hard to work closely with people of the opposite sex because if you click, the sparks are going to fly. Throughout college I worked at the campus library and ended up fucking a couple of co-workers and the relationships didn't end well. My summer jobs, same thing, I always ended up putting my dick into some chick, making things weird at work. Even at my last job before starting my business I had fucked four different women: two cute female deejays at the FM station, a secretary at the AM, and our black receptionist's cousin who had a thing for white guys.
Now I had a dilemma: I wanted to expand my new business but I didn't want to screw things up. Dee might have been older, but she was attractive and sexy and confident. I was afraid that if we worked together the sparks would fly and then I might end up opening my fly and then it would ruin everything. And she was married to boot; I couldn't risk fucking up somebody else's marriage!
But I couldn't get around one fact, and that was that she was an ideal candidate for the job. She had all of the qualifications and lived only about fifteen minutes away, which would make it convenient for both of us. And no doubt she looked good and would make a positive impression on customers. So, to be fair to the business and to her, we should have another interview.
So... We had another interview and it was a slam dunk. I hired her and never even told her about my fears. I knew she was right for the job and trusted it would work out.
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We worked closely and spent a lot of time together the first few weeks as I trained her in the different facets of the job and the system. We went on sales calls together, we spent a lot of time side-by-side at my desk in my home office learning the paperwork and had informal meetings to plan our promotions. We worked very well together. And there was definitely a natural chemistry between us.
After about three weeks we were sitting elbow to elbow in my office working on some copy when she mentioned that she was moving that weekend. I was shocked; my mind started wandering, here I thought I'd found the ideal salesperson and she's moving away already...? I asked her where she was moving to and she told me the location, which was the perfect location: right in the center of her territory.
"I didn't know you were planning to move," I said. "When did you decide that?"
She looked straight at me with her big green eyes and said, "About two days before I answered your ad. That's when I decided I was leaving my husband. That's why I needed this job so badly."
I must have inadvertently peeked at her left hand, I couldn't recall if she'd had a ring on before.
"It's gone," she said. "I threw it at him the night you offered me the job. He's cheated on me for the last time!"
"I'm sorry..." I started to say."
"Oh, don't be," she said, "it's for the best, believe me. I did everything for him, even quit a good job to run his business for him, and he still managed to find a new bimbo to boink!"
We both chuckled at her use of words. She laughed and cried at the same time.
