My first 'job' as a paid gigolo with Sandra broke the ice I guess, for I soon felt comfortable with the thought of being paid for providing some special attention.
So everything seemed to going swimmingly, after about six months of my unusual efforts, only one serious problem reared its head. What to do about the large amount of money that was accumulating, but Kaye helped out solving this one for me.
Trish seemed ill at ease at times, being aware that I went out as a plumber, yet knowing full well that some woman was paying me to take a ride on my cock.... even though she insisted she was OK with it.
Debbie was pretty much out of the picture by now, having moved from looking after the branch to now occupying what was essentially a semi-retirement post at head office in Wellington. Hadn't seen her for months, nor did I expect to hear from her on a regular basis....
With my focus on screwing lots of women, as arranged thru Kaye, I must admit that Trish was at times neglected. Kaye was the one who tried to put me on the right track, obviously she knew the special bond the two of us had, and in order to keep things moving along smoothly she felt it necessary to intervene.
So it came to be at Kaye's suggestion that Trish and I went on a little holiday together. I guess we could have gone to an exotic overseas location, instead Trish wanted to see the winterless Far North. I didn't argue with her choice, nor did I mind a bit of a driving holiday with Red.
We planned the rough outline of our holiday, starting off with a couple of nights in the Whangarei region at a hotel overlooking the harbour, doing a bit of sailing but mostly just lazing about....
After a week and a half of being in each others company Trish and I talked thru a lot of our concerns, Trish saying she really enjoyed Kaye's husband giving her a thorough going over once a month, while Kaye watched. Even so we agreed that the current course of deviant behaviour couldn't go on forever....but to just enjoy it while it felt good.
Once back into the swing of work, Kaye changed tack slightly as well, setting up an appointment for me with Trish, at one of her friends' houses. I was completely in the dark, until I walked in the door that is. Trish on the other hand, was fully aware of Kaye's plans, and boy was she ready!!
The minute I walked in the door, here is Trish in a french maids outfit, high heels, boobs busting out over the top, grinning from ear to ear....just taking in my reaction to seeing my lover dolled up for a fucking session...yum!!
My dick took two seconds to reach full tilt, the door had barely closed before I had Trish bent over and I just unzipped my shorts, whipped my fuckstick out and just rammed it up her juicy snatch....fuck she made me horny!! The way she kept humping back at me sure was a turn on too, I can't recall us talking for the first ten minutes or so while she kept impaling herself forcefully on my prick.
The only sounds were heavy breathing and a collection of uuuhhhh, aaaahhhh, gggrrrrr sounds, along with the squelching sound of cock pistoning in and out of rather well lubed up pussy.... And Red sure got wet in liberal doses.
This particular session marked a change in direction for Trish and myself, as for the first time we talked about becoming weary of being overly controlled by the raven haired beauty Kaye. Unfortunately for us, things had to reach a crisis point before we really made a move to extract ourselves from the predicament we'd gotten in to.
OK, try this. For the better part of 8 months I had been filing bogus jobsheets, charging customers up to 2.5 hours labour for a simple job. Kaye's initial plan was OK for small numbers, but there were now 2 or 3 of these a week and even though I was beginning to think about it, I didn't voice my concerns to Kaye.
Then comes an unannounced audit, two bods turned up from head office to snoop thru the accounts to see if all was above board. They were around for almost a whole week, asking questions here and there, but not focusing too intently on any one issue. But....they did pick up the trail of my bogus jobsheets, not too difficult since there was bit of a pattern there, repeat visits to the same addresses etc.
So enter the private eye. I became aware of being followed, but instead of changing the routine I kept to my normal pattern. This is where I got worried though, 'cause if you're inside a house, banging the arse of the lady of the house....is the private dick taking snapshots thru the windows??
Pretty dumb to continue I know, but hindsight is beautiful ain't it??
Almost a month after the auditors had done their thing they returned, this time armed with some PI reports supporting their original suspicions.
Now it's meeting time. So I was called into the boardroom for a meeting with the auditors and Kaye. So in the boardroom we have the raven haired beauty Kaye, Mr Phil Samuels, assistant auditor and his boss Miss Andrea Bowers, senior auditor and a veteran at the game of auditing. Now Phil was perhaps late thirties, about the same age as Kaye, but Andrea would have been close to fifty. Phil being a skinny pasty looking office dude, whereas Andrea was a full figured, well tanned, horse riding woman.
Andrea gave me a weird look as I entered the boardroom, one that Kaye picked up on, shrugging her shoulder slightly at me. Shit! At that instant I knew there was no way I was getting off lightly.....
Phil took the lead after Andrea gave a brief outline of the purpose of this meeting, being to clarify a number of jobsheets I'd written.
Phil started off; "OK Nick, we're not on a witch hunt here, just need to verify some erroneous jobsheets which are of concern to us. Let's start with this one here, Mrs Gloria Parker, showing 2 hours of labour for a simple job. Can you explain?"
As Phil waited for me to reply I figured the approach was best kept simple, so like when Debbie grilled me about this issue I just stated; "Basically it's a simple case of a basic repair taking some time to complete, gotta shut off the main water supply, pull a tap assy apart, go to the wholesaler to get a part which we don't carry in our vans, then re-assemble everything, turn on the mains and bleed the system of air and check all is well. Perhaps I should be charging even more hours?"
"Huh, I don't know about that young man, so how about Kim Jacobsen and a return visit a few days later, totalling 4.5 hours in labour?" Phil quizzed.
Andrea by now was grinning a little, she obviously knew damn well what the go was.
