I met Joe several years ago. He had just moved with his young wife Tracey and two young sons from Utah to start a new job working as a mechanic. Joe was straight laced. He rarely smiled and was so serious that he made one feel uncomfortable at times. I met Joe because he wanted to rent one of my apartments. I knew that Joe would be an ideal tenant. He was responsible, quiet, hard-working and very religious, so no drinking, smoking, or parties!
One time I went by his apartment to look at some plumbing issues. The place was PERFECT. It was neat, clean, and tidy. As I came in, off to one side of the living room was his wife Tracey and two boys. She was wearing long skirt and frumpy blouse, but her piercing blue eyes and perfect teeth caught my attention. She barely looked at me. She kept her full attention on keeping the boys quiet and well behaved. I was immediately drawn to her and sensed that although Joe thought that she was under his command and control, that there was more to her than what met the eye. She was about 5 foot 6, and seemed quite petite... maybe 120 or 125 lbs. Piercing blue eyes like a liquid sky, and dark brown long curly hair. She had perfect pouty lips and seemed to have nice curves, although hard to tell in that awful get up.
I took care of the minor plumbing issue and left. As I drove home I thought to myself, "How in hell did such a plain and boring guy end up with such a beautiful and enchanting woman?" Damned if I knew.
Several months later, Joe came to me because he was struggling to pay his rent. His company had made cuts and he was a casualty. He had yet to find new work. He asked for an extension on his rent.
"Joe, if you have no job, how are you going to pay at all? Does your wife work?"
"NO! My wife does NOT work! I am the man of the house and her job is to take care of our family and my job is to make the money!"
"Well Joe, I need my rent. How about this, is your wife any good with administrative work? I really need to catch up on scanning and organizing my files. In addition, my receptionist just left on maternity leave... I need someone to answer phones and greet and entertain my clients. Is that something that she could do? I would pay her $15 an hour and she could work short-term... just till you find new work."
Joe agreed. Tracey would start work on Monday.
"Make sure that she is to my office at 8:30 sharp!"
Monday arrived and Tracey showed up as promised. She was dressed like a 70 year old woman! She had on a hideous skirt and some sort of sweater blouse that resembled a bad crocheted blanket my nana would have made.
"Tracey, come into my office. Sit down. Tracey I am glad that you can come and work for me, but first I want to make a few things clear. I work in a fast paced high action world and I don't have time for a lot of bullshit. So, when I tell you what I want done and how; it needs to be done as I've instructed. Second, my clients are the most important piece of my business and you are to be courteous and friendly. And finally, when you work for me, you are a reflection of me and my business and I am concerned about your business attire!"
"I... I... I am sorry. Joe makes me dress like this. And we haven't had any money for several years... so I buy my clothes at a thrift store."
"Damn Tracey! Just because you shop at a thrift store doesn't mean that you have to buy your clothes from the old lady section!"
"Joe says that he wants me to dress like his mother. She was a loyal and faithful woman... a great housewife."
"Okay Tracey, well this just isn't going to work for me. If you want to work for me, we need to get you new clothes."
"But we don't have the money."
"Right... Well this is on me. I have a sales associate who dresses very professionally and still looks damn good. I will have April take you shopping."
Now April knew what I liked... I had trained her well several years ago and still took the time to renew her training and our romance. April liked bringing me fresh meat to enjoy and would understand what to do with Tracey.
Shortly after noon Tracey returned in professional attire! She had a gray neat skirt that came to just above her knees and a silky white blouse that clung to her body... which was amazing after all. Flat stomach, full round breasts, and an amazing ass round and full. And long sexy athletic legs... Damn. April reported that all was well with 7 new outfits.
Tracey beamed with confidence and gratefulness.
"Thank you! Thank you for everything!"
"You're welcome and now you can represent me and my company appropriately."
"But really... thanks for everything... even the new panties and bras!"
"Oh, did April and you pick out some stuff?"
"Yeah, she said that my old ones would show too many lines with my new skirts."
"Ha ha... very well then!"
Tracey worked for me about two weeks. There were stolen glances and an energy that grew between us. She would come into my office and bring my papers to sign and lean over my shoulder and our bodies would touch. I could see down her blouse to her full round bosom and peach red areolas. She would sit across from me and at times I could see all the way to her silk panties. One day her legs were a bit more open as she concentrated on finishing some notes and her panties had gapped and I could see the entirety of one of her luscious full lips. Oh how I wanted her. I was planning to take my next steps when Joe came in the next day to inform me that Tracey would no longer be working for me. He said that she was changing and not being the wife that he wanted. I attempted to discuss it with him, but he would hear none of it. I asked him how they would pay their bills and he still had no answer. So I did something out of pity... I gave Joe a job.
I had job do repairs on my investment properties and collect rents. Joe would bring me checks, invoices and bills.
But Joe eventually made a miscalculation. His numbers were not adding up and I realized that Joe was embezzling money from me. I knew from past experience just how serious this offense was. If I pressed charges, Joe would face YEARS in jail. To be honest, it was only a few thousand dollars, not the sort of money to destroy a man or his family, but then again, Joe did have something I wanted and he being such an ass gave me some ideas....
I called Joe into my office and confronted him. My lawyer was present. At first he denied, then he tried to explain and finally just confessed. He figured he would be expected to pay the money back... but he couldn't because he didn't have it... so he would be fired.
My attorney explained that by state law, he would need to pay back in full, plus penalties, that personal property like cars would be seized and sold and that it was a minimum of 5 years in prison!
Joe's face turned pale white. I thought that he was going to throw up, but instead he started to cry.
I dismissed my attorney.
Joe begged for mercy offering to do anything, to work for free!
"Joe, I don't want you working for me any more... period. I can't trust you."
"But I can't go to jail, what about Tracey and my boys!"
"You should have thought about that before Joe! I gave Tracey a job. I gave you a job. I would have had you both work for me, but your arrogance and pride has gotten you hear. You fucked me! And now I want to fuck you!"
"I promise I will pay you back!"
"No, I don't think so Joe."