Episode 314: HEADS or TAILS

4:00 PM! Beckett Construction, home office!

Business owner Randy Beckett had remained fairly quiet all day long outside of making a few calls to confirm new employees. Two out of four interviews went well, and he was waiting on a fifth and final. A female contractor by the name of Harmony Wilder. Outside of a what his secretary Olga had told him about the woman he didn’t have high expectations. First off, Randy normally did not hire women because of the sexual harassment potential. He knew his longtime crew were all mouthy bastards. Not to mention Randy was prone to hire whores to keep his men happy during overtime. Explaining that to a female employee might not go over well.

Third, outside of those TV shows about refurbishing old homes he hadn’t yet run into a woman willing to break a nail. In his mind a female designer yes, a nail gun biter no. If not for Harmony’s outstanding references he might have waved her off as fluff. The woman had built her own log cabin for God’s sake with pics to prove it. How could he not take the chance. Even worse just picking apart her name sent signals. Harmony meant peace and serenity. Wilder was a total contrast to that. Mixed feelings for certain.

“Randall?” Olga his busty blonde Russian secretary knocked and opened his door. Cleavage entered before the rest of her. “Ms. Wilder is here.”

“First impressions?” He looked up from his computer while searching for some secluded rental for his upcoming hunting trip. He was burnt out on hotel rooms. That and it was more romantic in meeting his flings than the glare of a neon vacancy sign through the curtains. Middle of nowhere, there could be no disturbing the peace risk and his dates State Trooper husband not being the one come knocking. Better safe than sorry.

Olga winked at him then pointed at her enormous breasts first then a facial expression of ecstasy. A final fanning of fingers she whispered. “I might invite her home.”

“Lesbian?” He narrowed his eyes. Olga was no lesbian so that offended her. Bisexual at times of weakness only. Under a careful scrutiny of her brother Sergei, she had to watch her step. Even if Sergei was in Florida, he had eyes on his baby sister. Letting her live her own life was not the family way, although he was trying. Otherwise, her move to Nashville years ago would not have been an easy transition.

“I do not believe so.”

“Ugly?”

“Would I invite her home if she was?”

“Good point. Send her in before she thinks I’m grilling you.”

“ALREADY DO!” He heard a voice from behind Olga. “Years of hammering hasn’t hindered my hearing.” That made Olga giggle and Randy shake his head. “NOT OFFENDED!”

“Send her in.” Olga stepped back but held the door open for their guest. A second later a 5’7, 140-pound ebony beauty with long wavy hair and a chest that rivaled Olga’s butted breasts on the flyby.

“I’ll expect my invite after I clench this job.” Nipples were perky jerky on both of them. Olga blushed but winked at her none the less. Harmony wore tight denim jeans and an open sleeve white pullover camisole with spaghetti string support; her cleavage shared in an abundant manner. The woman was hardly sweating over her areola shade seen through the thin material. Ballsy for a woman wanting employment. A grey choker around her neck with a coin like cameo on her throat accented her beauty. Big brown eyes! Nice! “Thanks, Olga!”

“My pleasure.”

“Will be!” Harmony winked back then stepped into Randy’s office as he stood up to greet her. Door closed Randy was on his own. “Mister Randy Beckett.” She smiled brightly. “I’d ask how it’s hanging but I can tell.” Erection building! He chuckled over her bravado.

“Now what if I’d have been some hard nose by the book kind of employer?”

“As long as that hard nose exhales where it counts. Harmony Lynn Wilder! Thanks for giving me a chance to plead my case.”

“Have a seat.” He pointed to a chair across from him. It was hell not looking at those swelling nipples. She knew it but kept her composure formidable. “Your resume looks stellar; I’ll give you that. The work you put into that log cabin is admirable. How long did it take to build that?”

“Roughly three months. I was working up in Harlin for a construction company until it went under so that slowed me down. Bad divorce sent Chain in the red.”

“Chainey Construction! I recall that from your application. So, you’re on unemployment now?”

“Hell no! I rent out that cabin for half the year and that keeps me afloat. My older sister Tranquility does the maid service when I can’t. Money is tighter now that I relocated to Nashville. It’s expensive here. But I know there is opportunity, this city keeps growing.”

“Which keeps me rolling in dough. Sorry about earlier, I was out of line.”

“Works for me. I prefer a man who speaks his mind. I can take care of myself.” She chuckled playfully flexing her biceps to show off some nice definition. “This is what hauling logs can do to a gal.” Her 38D’s were crushing together under stress. Bicep Barbie was showing off!

“I bet!” He found her sparkling persona amazing. “So, what can you bring to the table besides a winning personality and a rocking body? Your word against mine on that harassment suit.”

“Harass away! I’m tough. I speak my mind just as much so technically it goes BOTH WAYS!” She raised her voice while looking over her shoulder at Olga sneaking a peek through his door window. Olga vanished laughing over being busted. “Bi!” A wink at Randy. “Hopefully not B-Y-E!”

“Only when the interview is over. Long hours for at least two months, I’m behind schedule and sadly I’ve had to bluff my clients saying we’re on schedule. We had to let a few newcomers go.”

“Lucky me! Sad for them. It’s not like I have a social life right now so I’m good. Clock me in Coach.”

“We’ll see! My biggest concern ... and I’ll admit I’m less worried than before you got here, is my crew. They’ve never worked around a female builder. Chances are good they will razz you, critique your ability, and likely pat your ass on occasion. You may not seem stressed over harassment now, but you haven’t dealt with those guys. My crew chief Gus is a ballbuster so he would have your back, but he can’t be eyes on 24/7.”

“We won’t know until we try, right? Like I said I can handle myself. Wolf calls only make me try harder. Long story!”

“Do tell!”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Every detail.”

“As long as you don’t apply what I say to the judgment of my job title. My career comes first and foremost. I work hard, Mister Beckett. Play hard when it feels right.”

“I can read the work ethic in you.”

“Good! It doesn’t bullshit. Note my choker?” She lifted her chin to give him a better look at it. “Two sides to every coin. Heads upfront! Tails behind!” A casual turn in her chair she drew her long mane aside and let him look over the back of her neck. A second coin like cameo was on the back of the band.

“Meaning what exactly?”

Sitting normally now she smirked. “I’m a switch. Night and day! My choice as to sWHICH.” An emphasis on the misspelling! “I can be my own boss, or I can throw myself to my knees for the right person. Whoever that person is has to understand I’m only as weak as I choose to be.”

“I presume you’re referring to sexually.”

“You know I am. I can hold the whip, or I can embrace its kiss with a hiss. The coin on the back of my choker will let you know my mood. Heads I’m in charge of my own destiny. If I turn it around to show Tails, I’m willing to drop everything. Today it remains on Heads because I’m the one taking prisoners. Tomorrow? Who knows!”

“And if the choker is worn sideways? Indecision?”

“I have never once thought about that.” She grinned. “I’ll let you know.”

“Hijinks on the clock is prohibited unless I offer an incentive.” He recalled hiring an escort and giving his crew some action to keep them motivated. Unknown to him at this point the escort was his very own wife. Well-played disguise wise she wore a hood that only allowed her mouth to be seen. Deaf and blind behind it Darcy herself had no clue who was fucking her up until Parker Rockhurst showed her video. Now Randy had a mask fetish that was always on his mind.

“Explain incentive please.”

“I’ll just level with you and cross my fingers that you’re tight lipped. Every so often I hire, shall we say, a motivational streaker. Escort! It keeps the guys from rebelling when the overtime gets high.”

“I like that.” She beamed! “But ... let’s keep my lifestyle professional. The second I give into them they would go out of their way to expect it regularly. You keep on hiring your escorts, but I might just enjoy them myself. Is there a bring my flogger to work day?”

“Interesting idea.” He chuckled! “Final pitch before I make my decision?”

“I see you are a fish and game aficionado.”

“Antlers and taxidermy fish on my walls clue you in. Yeah, I go hunting or fishing at least three times a month. Matter of fact... “ He turned his laptop for her to see its rekindled screen. “I’m looking for... “ Deafening pause! “ ... Harlin is only twenty miles from where I go hunting. Is your cabin near there?”

“Between Harlin and Lancaster. On a nice size lake. It was my grandparents private land, but my sister and I inherited it. Woods all around it.”

“Anyone book it for this weekend?”

“Nope! Hire me and it’s yours until Sunday evening. Might rain on you though.”

“Forecast says only later today through midday tomorrow. I’m used to hunting in crappy weather. How’s the fishing in that lake?”

“Well-stocked! Bass, Cat, Perch!”

“I’ll make you a deal. I won’t disrespect you by hogging it for free. You have the job starting tomorrow at 8:00 AM. I’ll have Olga give you directions and tell Gus to expect you. Keep that coin upfront and let’s not tell my crew what it all means. How much do you charge for a weekend at the cabin?”

“Normally $500 a day. Let’s compromise... “ She stood up and reached into her front pants pocket producing a silver dollar. “Coin toss! Heads you pay me $600 for the weekend; tails just $400.”

“Fair enough!”

“Call me! IT!” She chuckled and flipped it in the air over his desk.

“Tails!”

“You’ll be looking at mine on the way out.” The silver dollar rotated then landed on his desk for a final answer. “Tails it is. Try not to pee on the floor. My sister hates cleaning bathrooms.”

“Sister as hot as you?”

“You know it. She’s only two years older than me. I’m 33. And to satisfy your curiosity I am mixed, my daddy is black, my momma Puerto Rican. Dad was military, mom was a code breaker.”

“Nice! How’s come they don’t live out there?”

“Dad built a house in Lancaster. He prefers the town.”

“Not a hunter?”

“Fishing yes, killing Bambi no. He does go out there fishing when we don’t rent the cabin. I’ll warn him you booked it so he won’t bother you.”

“I appreciate that.”

Sitting forward she swiped a pen from his desk along with reclaiming her silver dollar. “Post it note?” Drawer on his right he handed her a pad. “This is my sister’s number. I’ll text Tranquility that you’re renting it this weekend and you will be calling for directions. You can add that $400 to my first paycheck.”

“Or I could start you on Monday and you can show me the cabin yourself.”

“I can do that.”

“Can I check in Friday night? I normally leave home Friday so I can be rested for a weekend of hunting.”

“That’s fine. I’ll give Tranquility the heads up for Friday to have it stocked with coffee and snacks. I can meet you wherever you tell me to tomorrow evening, and you can follow me up.”

“Perfect! I have your number on your resume here, so I’ll call you after work tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Tails up front?” He flirted.

“Let’s not go there. Maybe after our work relationship proves itself. Wedding ring!” She pointed at his left hand.

“Twenty years!”

“Is she going hunting with you?”

“That’s a laugh. She hates my love of the outdoors. She’s a damn good woman but ... let’s just say, I’m lacking.”

“Ah! Cabin hookup.”

“Smart girl!”

“I bow hunt.”

“No shit?”

“Nope! I’m outdoorsy too. That’s why I built that cabin. My grandpa taught me how to use a bow. I won’t shack up with you, but you might persuade me to chase Bambi. The hunter skipped a generation.” She laughed, “My dad hates that side of me.”

“Good thing I’m going alone.”

“Yep! Double occupancy would up the rent. I won’t charge you for your hook up unless she or he stays the whole weekend.”

“She! I don’t do, he.”

“Gotcha! So, how’s Olga?”

“Never once!”

“Come on!” She frowned. “I see how your chemistry is.”

“Masturbuddies at best. Her brother ... keep this between us ... Russian mafia. I like my tongue as much as my scrotum.”

“Well, that sucks. Do I have to worry about my tongue?”

“Good question. I’ll let her make that call. He’s down in Miami but she says he always knows. Not sure how but he does.”

“Cameras!”

“Excuse me?”

“You have cameras in your office. He knows you masturbate together due to them. Like I said my parents are military. Mom knows how to tap in. So, if you still have your penis, it must mean he thinks that part is innocent enough. Maybe he likes watching his sister.”