Chapter 1

“How do we know for sure they will give you the account,” said Barbara Tuchman as she started to unbutton her blouse.

“They’ll do it, quit worrying. These are stand up guys, the kind that if they say it will happen it will happen,” said Tom her husband a tone of exasperation creeping into his voice.

“And you’ll get the promotion and a bonus, Simon won’t give it to that cunt Martha Dyer for sucking his dick,” said Barbara.

Simon Kale was Tom’s boss at Merrill Lynch. Martha was another M-L financial consultant that was competing with Tom for promotion. Martha and Simon had recently been seen together entering the downtown Houston Sheraton.

“For the one hundredth time, Merrill has been desperate to get some Enron business for the last decade. Enron is the hottest company in America. The fact that Merrill has never landed a single dime of their money is a serious black eye for the Houston office. If we do this, Andy will give me an $85million deal. My bonus will be over a $300k. I’ll be promoted for certain. I don’t care if Martha has been sucking Simon dry ever day for the last year. We’ll put a down payment on a custom home in Patterson Estates with a lot right on the golf course. We can join the country club. You know how much you like to golf.”

“All right, I guess I just need to hear it again,” said Barbara dropping her skirt to the floor.

I won’t have to play at that lousy public course with all those stupid housewives whose husbands are going nowhere thought Barbara. I can really concentrate on my game maybe join the LPGA. At twenty-four, I’m still young enough to do it. And with my looks and figure I can grab major endorsements and make real money. I better quit worrying Tom. He has enough on his mind. After all, its not the first time I’ve traded sex for something I wanted. All women do it in one way or another. Still I wish it were only one at a time. I’ve never done it with more than one man except that once during spring break in Cancun. That was wild.

As Barbara slid her panties down her thighs, she recalled that night when she won the wet tee shirt contest. It was her junior year. She and Tom were dating but hadn’t gotten serious. He hadn’t been able to go to Cancun. He was in Lubbock helping his dad with the ranch.

Her best friend Mary Beth had come in second. The two of them had stood on stage bare breasted in thong bikinis making out while the crowd went wild. Afterwards, Barbara had passed out from too many tequila shots.

The bastards took me into a back room and gang banged me recalled Barbara. Mary Beth said she lost count of how many guys screwed me. The cunt was too busy sucking cock to watch out for me. Shit, my pussy was sore as a boil for days.

They say that the LPGA Tour is one continuous party ending with the Ladies Open in Palm Springs. I’ve heard stories about what goes on there. I need to have my fun while I’m young enough to enjoy it.

Barbara had been captain of the women’s golf team at the University of Texas. Her coach said she had the potential to go professional. But after graduation she’d had to put off her plans and get a job to support them while Tom finished his MBA.

“We’re a team honey, a team that’s going far,” said Tom taking his wife in his arms. He reached around and unsnapped her bra then pulled it off. “These guys get one look at these gorgeous titties and they will be pressing money in my hands. This is just the start. The Tuchman’s are headed to the top.”