Sarah was a raving beauty and I had lusted after her from the very first day she came to work for me. Jet black hair that hung down to the middle of her back; 36 C cup breasts on a five foot five frame that probably was carrying about a hundred and twenty-five pounds and with an ass to die for. I would call her in the office and give her some meaningless, trivial task just so I could watch her ass as she walked out of the room.
Sarah only had one major flaw; she was married (women that nice usually are) and she had two kids, but that didn't stop me from trying to hustle her into bed. This was in the days before sexual harassment became common place, but it was still frowned upon. In fact, our company's Policy and Procedures Manual made reference to relationships between supervisors and subordinates, but I ignored it because she was that nice. Besides, I owned the company and had written the CP&P and I would revise it if I had to.
That said, I at least tried to be subtle in making my moves on Sarah. I took her to lunch a couple of times a week and she stopped at the bar every Thursday with everyone else from work and I always angled to get the seat next to her at the table. I danced with her as often as I could and every low-key pass I made at her she deftly deflected. She never once said, "Of course not, I'm a married woman" or "You shouldn't say things like that to me because you know I'm married," but she let me and several others know that we were barking up the wrong tree. But I didn't stop trying; she was just too damned nice.
A year went by with me trying one low-key approach after another and gaining absolutely no ground. All I did was establish, in her eyes at least, that I was some kind of kidder. She took to looking at my attempts as good-natured kidding and so she started kidding back. I started hearing things like, "Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it and then find out you can't handle it" and "I can't. I wouldn't want to be responsible for hurting you."
But I kept trying and I kept getting shot down.
I'm not sure when it started because I didn't pay all that close attention to Sarah except when I was trying to hustle her or watch her ass when she walked away from me, but she started to seem down at times and her attitude changed. She was no longer cheerful and upbeat. She quit stopping with us after work for drinks and some mornings she came to work looking like she had been crying all night. One morning she came to work looking like death warmed over so I asked her to come into the office, pointed at a chair and said:
"Sit down right there and tell me what the problem is."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes you do. For the last month now something has been dragging you down. You come to work in the morning and you look like you haven't slept for days and have been crying all night. So far it hasn't caused your job performance to slip so I'd like to see what we can do to keep things from getting to that point."
"I don't care. If you don't want to talk about it fine, but if things keep going the way they are sooner or later it will start to affect you here at work and at that point it will become my problem. I would just as soon that not happen so if we can head it off now I think we should do it."
She looked down at the floor and said almost in a whisper, "My husband lost his job."
"That's not the end of the world. All he has to do is find another one."
"He can't find one. It has been a month now and he hasn't found anything. I don't even think he is looking any more. I think he leaves the house in the morning and goes to a bar or something."
"Are you sure? Does he come home soused in the evening?"
"No, but I smell the alcohol on him."
"Maybe he stops to have one after a hard day of looking. Maybe he is meeting contacts, you know, doing the 'network' thing."
"But it is costing us money, money that we don't have to spare. It doesn't matter why he is in bars, what matters is that we can't afford it. I don't make enough to make the house payment, pay the utilities, buy groceries and all the rest of it. We are already behind on the house payment and if something doesn't happen soon we could lose the house."
Being the asshole that I am an idea took form in the back of my mind. Too soon to move on it just yet, but I could lay some groundwork. "House is pretty important to you?"
"We have put everything we have into that house. Raises, bonuses, all went into the house to make it perfect for us. The pool, the hot tub, everything. I spent my life living in apartments and I promised myself that my kids were going to live in a house. They were going to have a back yard to play in and have their own rooms and not be crammed into one bedroom with two sisters like I was. I can't lose that house; I just can't!"
"Well keep your chin up; I'm sure that your husband will come up with something soon."
After she left my office I made some calls and found out why Sarah's husband lost his job and why it wasn't likely that he would find anything that paid worth a damn. He was not laid off like he'd told Sarah - he had been fired. He had been drinking on the job, cheating on his expense accounts and costing his company several good customers when he'd shown up for meetings drunk if he bothered to show up at all. To top it all off he got caught fucking one of the secretaries on his desk in his office and not just any old secretary, but the bosses' niece. Sarah was probably right; he probably was leaving the house and going to a bar instead of job hunting.
I decided that it would be in my interest to verify what Sarah's husband was doing and I made a call to a friend who had a friend who was a private detective.
I waited a week before I called her back in my office. "How are things going?"
"Not good. I received a disconnect notice from the phone company yesterday. I need to bring them up to date by next week or they are going to shut off the phone. I can't pay them. I can live without a phone, but I can't live without electricity and that is where my next paycheck has to go."
"Look Sarah, this is awkward for me, but I like you and I want to help you if I can. Maybe I can throw some extra work your way, but if I do... oh never mind. I can't do it."
"Never mind Sarah, I should have just kept my thoughts to myself and not opened my mouth."
"What were you going to say?"
"I'm sorry Sarah, I just had a stupid idea on how to help you make some extra money, but it wouldn't work."
"How do you know it won't work? Tell me what it is."
"This is embarrassing; I never should have brought it up."
"But you did bring it up so tell me."
"Well, you know I'm single, but I go to a lot of business affairs and cocktail parties and for appearances sake I need to have a date with me. I used to go to those things alone until one day a guy asked me if I was gay. He said he wondered because he never saw me with a woman. I was flabbergasted when he asked me that. If it got around that people thought I was gay it would have hurt my reputation and that would have hurt business so I started taking dates to those affairs."
"What does that have to do with me being able to make extra money?"
"I haven't always been able to come up with a date when I needed one and I'm so paranoid about the gay rumor that I don't dare to go to those things alone anymore so I have been using girls from an escort service."
"What has that got to do wi... oh. Oh my."
"I know, bad idea and I'm sorry that I brought it up."
She looked at me quietly for several seconds and then asked, "Just what would I be expected to do as your escort?"
"No Sarah, it is a bad idea and I don't think we should talk about this any more."
"Depending on what I have to do it might not be all that bad an idea. Tell me what your escort has to do."
"Just act like my girlfriend and act like she is glad to be with me. Make small talk with the people there, hang on my arm and act like she would if she were at a party with her real boyfriend or husband."
"What does something like that pay?"
"The agency charges me sixty dollars an hour for a four hour minimum and my understanding is that the woman who is my escort gets half of that."
"A hundred and twenty dollars for just walking around at a party? That's thirty dollars an hour. I could do that. I'd have to tell Keith that I was working late for the overtime, but I could do that."
"You really think you could."
"Oh yes, I would do it in a heartbeat. One hundred and twenty dollars for four hours work? Oh my God. That would help. That would really help. How often do you go to those kinds of affairs?"
"I average two a week."
"Oh my. What kind of time frame are we talking?"
"Usually six to ten or eleven."
"I can do that, I really can. You are serious? You would use me for something like that?"
Use you Sarah? I'm certainly hoping to I was thinking as I said, "Yes. If you are willing I'd much rather see you get the money than some stranger."
"When will your next event take place?"
I saw her face fall and I asked her what was the matter.
"I have to pay the lights today so I'll be broke when Monday gets here and I have to have the phone paid by then or it will be shut off."
"No problem Sarah. I'll advance you the money for Tuesday's date."
I took out my checkbook and wrote her out a check and handed it to her. She looked at it and gasped. "This is for three hundred."
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