Ron Wiseman knew something was up the moment he walked into the house. He had been out at the range with a new rifle he had just bought and was looking forward to spending a nice evening home with his pretty wife.

Walking in, he could smell the meal she was preparing and instantly noticed there were three places set at the table for dinner. What was going on, he wondered. He locked the rifle in his gun case and went into the kitchen to see Amy working over the stove.

“That smells delicious,” he said, giving her a kiss. “What’s the occasion?”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you notice, but Jake Halperin is coming by tonight,” she said.

“Jake? Isn’t that the CEO of your company?” Ron asked.

“Yes,” Amy said. “He sprang it on me just as I was leaving. You know I’m up for the PA position that just opened up.”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “I remember you telling me about that. Didn’t you already have your interview?”

“I did,” she said. “And it went well. So, tonight is something like a follow-up interview. He says he wants to meet you and get an idea of how things are between us. I guess he wants to make sure we have a good solid family life.”

“Couldn’t he just talk to us?” Ron asked. “It’s kinda presumptuous of him to just invite himself over like that at the last minute, don’t you think?” She nodded her head.

“I agree,” she said. “I’m not real happy about it, but he says last-minute changes are part of the job and he wants to make sure I’m up to it.” She handed him a spoon. “Would you mind watching dinner for a few minutes while I finish getting ready?” He took it from her and looked at what she had on the stove.

“Sure,” he said. “Should I get changed or something?”

“No, you’re okay as you are,” she said. She kissed him on her way out. “I’ll be right back. Thanks.”

“Sure,” Ron said, watching his wife walk away. He understood that her job sometimes required her to entertain her bosses from work, but he was a bit miffed at the way this guy just invited himself over without giving them any real heads-up. He thought back to the last two times she had her bosses over. He hoped tonight wouldn’t be a repeat of that.

He knew that Amy had been recommended for the position, which opened up after the previous girl left without saying why. He also knew that Jake had something of a reputation as a ladies’ man and was well-known for being rather overbearing with his employees.

As much as he wanted Amy to succeed in her career, he was also a bit concerned. He knew the job would mean more travel for her, as Jake frequently went on trips across the country. At least once a year, he also traveled overseas to Europe. Amy assured him he had nothing to worry about, but Ron wasn’t stupid.

A bit later, Amy reappeared in the kitchen, wearing a short sleeveless dress he had never seen before. He also noticed her legs were bare and the dress accentuated the curves of her body. He could also tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You look good enough to eat. I don’t ever remember seeing that dress before,” Ron said. “Did you just buy that?”

“No,” she said. “Jake bought it and gave it to me today. He was adamant I wear it tonight.”

“Oh he was, was he?” Ron asked. “Is there something I should know?”

“No, it’s nothing like that, Ron,” Amy said. “It’s just that Jake is very demanding and he wants to know that I can take his direction.”

“Even in the dress you wear?” Ron asked.

“Well, sometimes, he entertains very important and powerful people,” she said. “And he says he needs his assistant to look her best. Look, you know I’d never do anything out of line, so please just go along with me tonight. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“I’ve trusted you all these years,” Ron said. “I’m more worried about those bosses of yours. Two of them have already tried to fuck you, after all.”

“True,” she said. “But we took care of them, didn’t we? And wasn’t I there with you the whole time?”

“Yeah, you were. I’ll give you that,” he said. “So, when is he going to be here?” She looked at the clock.

“In about 10 minutes,” she said. “And he’s very punctual. So I have to have all this out on the table when he gets here. Can you help me with this, please?”

“Sure,” Ron said. He grabbed the hot dish out of the oven and placed it on the rack she had on the table. As he did that, she brought out the rest of the dinner. When the clock struck 6, the front door opened. Ron and Amy were a bit shocked to see a large man walk in the house as though he owned it. Ron looked at Amy, a bit miffed. What the hell is going on here, he asked himself.

“Wiseman residence, I presume?” the big man asked. Ron walked into the front room.

“Yes, it is, and we do have a doorbell, you know,” he said. “You must be Jake Halperin.”

“That’s Mr. Halperin to you, Wiseman,” he said. Jake spotted Ron’s liquor cabinet and walked over to it. “Hope you don’t mind if I get something to drink. I’m parched and we have a big night ahead of us.”

Before Ron could say anything, Jake opened a bottle of whiskey and took a drink, straight from the bottle. Ron was livid. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was?

“Not bad, Wiseman,” he said. “Want a drink?” he asked, holding the bottle out.

“No, thanks,” Ron said.

“Make sure you keep this well-stocked,” Jake said. “I’ll give you a list of what I expect to see when I come over.” He looked around the house as though inspecting it for dust.

“Not a bad place you have here, Wiseman,” Jake said. “Not bad at all. I think I might get used to it.”

“Why don’t we sit at the table while Amy gets everything ready for us?” Ron said.

“If you insist,” Jake said in response. He looked at the table. “Food smells good. I see your wife can cook. That’s good.” He sat down and looked at Ron. “You probably know that I’m considering hiring Amy as my new PA.”

“Yes, she told me,” Ron said.

“I don’t suppose she told you what I expect,” Jake said.

“She mentioned something about travel,” Ron said.

“That’s just part of it,” Jake said. “You see, if she’s hired, Amy would become a bit like my work wife, if you know what I mean. That means she accompanies me everywhere. Takes care of all my needs, if you catch my drift. That means there’ll be a few changes for you as well.”

“Like what?” Ron asked.

“Well, she’ll be spending several nights a week with me,” he said. “The whole night. And I expect you to be fully accommodating of our arrangement. You’ll make sure I have a clear spot in your driveway and you’ll do whatever I say to smooth things over here as well.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Halperin,” Ron said. “You intend to fuck my wife, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Jake said. “That’s what the job entails. She’ll see to my needs and the needs of my clients as I see fit. Sometimes, she’ll spend a week with me in New York or Las Vegas and she’ll help make our clients feel good about using us. Everything will be fine so long as you don’t get in the way.”

“I see,” Ron said. “Did my wife tell you what I do for a living?”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “She said you were some kind of a bean counter with a federal task force.” Actually, Ron was a researcher for the HomeFront Security Department, a task force made up of both federal and civilian interests that dealt with something called the Mutual Marital Assurance Society. That, however, was classified.

“I am a trained CPA,” Ron said. “But I’m more of a researcher than a bean counter. Did she happen to tell you I was in the service before I became a CPA?”

“I think she mentioned something about that,” Jake said. “I assume you were an admin type, right?”

“Actually, no,” Ron said quietly. “I was a scout-sniper. I killed motherfuckers for a living. And I was damn good at it. I’ve got 150 confirmed kills to my credit, some of them from as far as a half mile away. At that distance, you never even hear the shot. One second, you’re alive and breathing, the next second, you’re dead.” Jake’s eyes grew wide. Ron continued.

“Like I’ve had to tell a couple of your subordinates, I’m also quite comfortable at close-in kills,” Ron said. “There’s nothing quite like seeing your enemy realize that his last seconds on earth are upon him. And I’m very protective of what’s mine. That includes my wife.” Jake’s face began to turn white.

“Then you should know I don’t tolerate any shit. And you should also know that when you come barging into my house, my personal sanctum, as though you own it, drink my whiskey out of the bottle and demand I keep it stocked for you, then tell me you intend to make my wife your personal whore, I tend to get pissed,” Ron said. “And when I get pissed, I get the overwhelming urge to kill.” Jake laughed at that.

“You? A killer?” Jake smirked. “I find that hard to believe. You try anything with me, little man, and I’ll pound your ass in the dirt. Then I’ll fuck your wife.” Just then, Amy came into the dining room. Jake looked at her. “Ah,” he said. “I see you’re wearing the dress I got you. Good. Why don’t we eat and then we can head out to the club.” Ron looked at Amy, who also seemed surprised.

“Club?” Ron asked her. “What’s this about a club?”

“I don’t know anything about any club,” she said. “Jake, you never said anything about going out to a club.”

“Of course not,” he told her. “That’s all part of the job. Being able to deal with things as they come up. After we eat, I’m taking you to a club I frequent so I can see how you look on my arm in public. Why do you think I bought that dress? Once we’re done there, we’ll come back here to finish the night.”

“Uh, I don’t know about that,” Amy said. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still married, you know.”

“Oh, and did Jakey here tell you he plans to fuck you?” Ron said. Amy’s mouth opened in shock.

“Oh, God, no,” she said. “Not again.”

“What do you mean, not again?” Jake asked.

“You’re the third boss of Amy’s that we’ve had to deal with,” Ron told him. He looked at his wife. “You know, dear, I’m not so hungry anymore. I think we need to teach fatso here a lesson in manners, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I most certainly do,” she said. Ron opened a drawer in the china cabinet behind him and pulled out a .45 caliber pistol. Jake’s eyes grew wide as Ron slammed a round in the chamber.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” Jake asked.

“You like to play games, asshole?” Ron asked. “I’ve got a real good one downstairs. You think you’re man enough to play?”

“I can take anything you can dish out, little man,” Jake said. Ron and Amy chuckled.

“Alright,” Ron said, holding his pistol. “Get up.” Jake got up from the table, his eye on Ron’s pistol. “Move,” Ron told him, waving the pistol. “That way,” he said, motioning to the door that led to the basement. Jake went to the door. “Keep going,” Ron told him. Jake opened the door and headed downstairs, followed by Ron and Amy, who turned on the lights.

“What’s this?” Jake asked, not quite as cocky as he was before. “Are you going to kill me here? You’ll never get away with it.”

“I don’t plan on killing you,” Ron said. “At least not on purpose.” When they got downstairs, Jake saw a large wheel at one end of the room and wondered what Ron had in mind. “Now, strip,” Ron commanded.

“What?” Jake protested. “You want me to take my clothes off?”

“Well, you were planning to fuck my wife,” Ron said. “Were you going to do it with your clothes on? Now, STRIP!” Jake slowly began taking his clothes off.

“You’re going to regret this, bitch,” he told Amy.

“You call my wife a bitch one more time, asshole, and you won’t live to regret it,” Ron growled. Jake took his shirt and pants off and Ron saw the rubber girdle holding his stomach in. He laughed.

“You wear a girdle?” he asked. “Seriously?” Amy laughed when she saw it. Jake’s face turned red but he continued to disrobe. When he took the girdle off, his stomach flapped down below his waistline.

“My God,” Ron said. “You really are a disgusting fat tub of lard, aren’t you? No wonder you have to treat women like shit. Probably the only way you can get laid without paying for it. Now, get up on the wheel, facing me.”

“You’re not serious,” Jake said, pleading.

“I said, get on the wheel, asshole. NOW!” Ron ordered. Jake got on the wheel, his feet forced apart by the footrests. Amy zip-tied his ankles to the unit so he wouldn’t fall by accident. “Arms up,” Ron said. Jake slowly complied and Amy secured his arms to the wheel.

Ron and Amy laughed as they took in Jake’s fat form on the wheel, his stomach flopping over his waist.