Chapter 50

Don and Marge walked into Marc and Anne's house and went to the kitchen. They helped themselves to fresh coffee and joined their siblings at the counter. The kids had already left for school and the four adults had several important matters to discuss.

Don and Marc had met with Jerry and Sam Mitchell, their money manager, the day before and the men wanted to bring their wives up to date regarding their financial position.

"How did the meeting go yesterday?" Anne asked. "Are we doing okay?"

"We're doing much better than okay, we're doing great," Don replied. "Sam and Jerry have made some suggestions and we need to consider their ideas."

"What's the problem?" Marge said.

"To be quite honest, we're making too much money. Sam and Jerry have set up a family trust that will take care of our children's' children. The investments that Sam has made, on our behalf, have grown very fast and we need to find ways of sheltering some of the money." Marc said.

"I have never heard of such a thing," Anne said. "How in the world can we be making too much money?"

"I don't understand either," Marge added. "Just how much are we talking about here?"

Don took a folder out of the attaché he had brought with him and opened it. He took out a statement, which Sam had provided, and looked at the numbers.

"As of yesterday, we have about eighty-five million dollars." Don said.

"How much of that is in the trust?" Anne asked.

"None of it," Don replied. "The eighty-five million is after we funded the trust and paid all of the fees associated with establishing it."

"I'm sorry guys, you are way over my head. I still don't see the problem," Anne said.

"The problem is, if we don't shelter some of the money, we'll have to pay almost half of it in taxes," Marc informed the girls. "We don't want to do that, we would rather invest it."

"I thought that is what we have Sam for, to invest the money," Marge said.

"Sam invests in stocks and bonds, as well as a few other vehicles, we need to consider other investments. We need Investments that will provide some type of loss for us. Marc and I don't really understand all of the aspects, but Sam and Jerry assured us they would help." Don said.

Marge and Anne looked puzzled. They sat and thought about what their husbands were telling them, but none of it made any sense to them.

"I just can't grasp the concept of trying to loose money," Marge said. "It doesn't make any sense to me. Shouldn't we be trying to make more money instead of trying to loose it?"

"I will try to explain," Don said. "If we do nothing, the government will take about forty million in taxes. If we invest forty million, in the right vehicle, we will only have to pay about twenty million in taxes. We would rather use the money to fund a business, or two, rather than give it away in taxes. We will also make some very hefty contributions to reduce our taxes."

"Listen," Anne said. "As far as I'm concerned, you guys can do whatever you two think is best. You were able to support our families on less than eighty thousand dollars a year before, so I'm confidant that you two will have little trouble with the kind of money we are talking about now."

"Eighty thousand dollars," Marge said to Anne. "When did you guys ever make that kind of money?"

"I'm talking about our combined income Marge. When we were all working we made less than that." Anne replied.

All four of them began to laugh. They could remember how hard it was to be making ends meet before they're good fortune and the sacrifices they all made for the kids.

Don put his paper back into the folder and slipped it back into the case. He went to the stove and filled everyone's coffee cups and sat back down.

"Marc and I can take care of the money if you two want us to. We just want you to be informed. We have always been very open and honest with each other and I don't want that to change," Don said.

"You know," said Anne. "It's only been a little over four months since we won the money, but it seems longer. Things have changed so much for us, so fast, and we have been able to remain the type of people we were before. I can remember how hard it was for all of us in the early years and the things we did to get by. I'm so very grateful that our kids will never have to go through the tough times we endured."

The group became a bit solemn as they thought about what Anne had said. They all thought back and remembered some of the things they felt they had to do.

"Do you remember the winter that you guys were laid off and how we thought that we weren't going to be able to afford Christmas presents for the kids?" Marge said softly. "We could barely pay the bills at that time."

Don nodded and put his hand on his wife's leg. He looked first at her and then at his sister.

"Yes, I remember. I remember that if it hadn't been for the great sacrifices that you two girls made, we would have lost the cars and the houses. To this day, I'm impressed by the courage and the determination you girls had, and just how unselfish you two were. I can't imagine how hard it was for you to do what you did." Don said.

"I can remember that when you told us about your plan, Don and I almost went ballistic," Marc said, putting his arms around the two women.

Marge and Anne's eyes began to fill with tears as they thought about that time in their lives. Anne suggested that they all go into the family room so they could be more comfortable. The four of them went in and sat on one of the large couches, the women between the men.

Marc and Don put their arm around their wife's shoulder and sat quietly as the girls tried to regain their composure.

"I don't know how courageous we were, more like desperate. We had four very young children and there was no way Anne and I were going to tell them that Santa wasn't coming," Marge said. "It just wasn't an option."

"I'm just glad that we all got through the ordeal and managed to stay together," Anne said. "It could have easily ripped our families apart."

"Well," Marc said. "We all managed to get past it and move on. The shop reopened after the holidays and Don and I were never laid off again."

"I can still remember it like it was yesterday," Marge said. "When Cid asked us if we wanted to earn a little extra cash, Anne and I jumped at the chance. It was only after he explained what we would be doing that I began to get cold feet."

"Yeah, me too," Anne said.

"What ever happened to the outfits you girls wore?" Marc asked.

"I have no idea," Marge said. "That was so long ago. We were only about twenty years old as I remember."

"I know what happened to them," Anne said. "I have them upstairs in a box."

"You're kidding Anne," Marge said in surprise. "Why did you keep them?"

Anne shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I guess I thought that someday we could wear them again, for our husbands."

"I don't think I ever saw the outfits," Don said.

"You never did. Anne and I would always change after we left home and then again before we got back. We thought that if you saw them, you would make us quit," Marge said.

"I would really like to see them," Marc said.

The two women began to laugh at the thought of wearing the outfits again. Marge said, "I'm not so sure they would still fit us, like I said... that was a long time ago. I think we were a little thinner back then."

Don glanced at his watch and sat up straight. "Marc," he said. "It's almost ten o'clock, we have to get going."

Marc nodded, kissed Anne and got up.

"Where are you two going?" Marge asked.

"We have to run over to Jerry's office and sign some papers. We should be back by noon." Don replied.

"Okay," Marge said. "We will fix lunch when you two get back."

Don picked up his attaché and left with Marc. The two women relaxed on the couch for a few minutes and then Anne stood up.

"Well Mitzi," Anne giggled. "Do you want to see if those costumes still fit?"

"Why the hell not Amber," Marge said, laughing out loud.

It was the first time that the two women had referred to one another by the spurious names they used when they worked for Cid. The women went up to Anne's bedroom and Marge waited while her sister in law retrieved an old white dress box from her closet. Anne set the box on her bed and used her fingernail to break the yellowed tape that secured the top.

After carefully removing the fragile top from the box, Anne folded back a layer of white tissue paper, revealing the contents. She pulled one of the garments from the box and held it to her breasts.

"I can't believe that we acutely wore these things in front of strangers," Marge said as she looked at the clothing that Anne held up.

Anne put the garment back onto the bed and turned to Marge.

"What do you think, should we take a nice hot bath and dress up for the guys?" Anne said.

"I like the idea of a bath Anne, we'll have to see how those things look after we put them on before I agree to let Don see me in it."

"That's fair, come on."

Anne went into the bath and started the water flowing into the large whirlpool tub. The women removed their clothes and, once the tub was full, climbed in. Anne pushed a button on the edge of the tub and the water began to churn. She poured a capful of fragrant bath oil into the tub and the water began to foam. The two women settled into the hot bubbling bath and relaxed.

"I wonder what ever happened to Cid," Anne said.

"Who cares? I'm just happy I never have to see him again."

"I can still remember that fat little asshole, he would come into the restaurant every morning and order the exact same thing."

"I remember, two eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, white toast, and a glass of orange juice. Every once in a while he would have coffee, but not very often." Marge said.

Anne moved around so she was sitting across from Marge. She moved her foot between her sister-in-law's legs and gently caressed her mons with her toes. Marge parted her legs and scooted down into the water, putting her foot against Anne's crotch.

"I will never forget the day he asked us if we wanted to work a couple nights a week," Anne said.

As the two women gently rubbed each other's crotches with their feet, they began to reminisce the events that had taken place over twelve years ago.

It was a very cold November and there was all ready a blanket of snow covering the ground. Don and Marc had just been told that their shop was being closed down temporarily due to a lack of work. Things were slow in Detroit and even the restaurant that the girls worked in saw a drop in business.

Marge had just placed Cid's breakfast on the counter in front of him and went to talk with Anne. Cid was a regular at the family restaurant, coming in everyday for breakfast and always ordering the same thing. He must have over heard Marge and Anne discussing their money troubles, because when Marge went back to check on him he asked her if she and Anne would like to make a little extra money.

Motioning for Anne to come over, the two girls listened to Cid's offer.

"I run a card game a couple night a week for some big gamblers," he said. "I need a couple of cute young girls to serve drinks and snacks to these men."

Anne and Marge looked at one another and Marge asked, "How much does it pay?"

"I will give each of you girls one hundred dollars a night to work. Any tips you make are yours to keep. Most of these guys are fairly well off and they usually tip pretty well. The last girls I had made five or six hundred dollars on some nights," Cid told them.

Anne was skeptical and asked, "What else do we have to do, that's a lot of money for serving drinks."

"I'm hiring you to serve drinks, that's all. What else you do is none of my business."

"What did the other girls do to make four or five hundred in tips, it must have been more than just serve chips and beers," Marge said.

"I'm not going to lie to you girls, some of the guys that play can get a little... let's say grabby. You will most likely get your asses grabbed and your tits squeezed, but that's up to you. The friendlier you are, the more money you can make."

"I don't know Cid, it sounds a little fishy to me," Marge said.

"It does to me too," Anne said. "Where are these games held?"

"I rent a suite at a hotel downtown for the games. We move around, using a different hotel each week. As you know, gambling is illegal and we don't want the cops to catch on."

Marge and Anne moved away from Cid so they could talk in private. After several minutes of discussion, they went back to talk to Cid.

"When do you need an answer Cid, do we have any time to think about your offer?" Anne asked him.

"Today is Monday, I will need to have your answer by Wednesday at the latest."

"Shit Cid, that's only two days," Marge said.

"I'm sorry girls, the first game is Friday night and I need two girls by then. I can't wait any longer than Wednesday, in case you two decide not to do it."

"Okay Cid, we will let you know by the day after tomorrow," Anne said.

Cid put the money for his breakfast on the counter and left. Marge picked up the money, four dollars and seventeen cents, just like every other day. Two dollars and change for the food, and another two dollars for the service. Marge rang the sale into the cash register and put the two ones into her apron.

The two girls didn't discuss the offer for the rest of their shift. As they rode home on the bus, Marge asked Anne what she thought.

"I don't know what to think Marge, it's a lot of money and we could certainly use it right now. Christmas is six weeks away and we haven't bought a single thing for the kids."

"Not only that, the house and car payments are going to be due on the first and the guys won't get an unemployment check until the tenth. Even if we could wait for their checks, they're only going to get about half of what they normally get paid."

For the rest of the ride home, the girls thought about every reason they should accept Cid's offer. The extra money would more than makeup what the guys were losing by being laid off.

"You know Marge," Anne said as the bus pulled up the their stop. "If we worked for Cid two nights a week we could make an extra thousand dollars a week. That would allow us to buy gifts for the children and put some away until the guys go back to work. Besides, if we don't like it we can always quit."

The two girls got off the bus and headed down the sidewalk towards their houses. They would walk to the end of the street together and then split up, each going to their own home.

"Let's get together with Don and Marc tonight and see what they think. We can decide after that," Marge said.

They agreed to meet at Anne and Marc's for dinner, and tell their husbands about Cid's proposal at that time. When they reached the end of the block, Marge turned right and Anne went left.

The two families met at Anne's, had dinner and put the kids to bed. Jack and Tom were four years old, the girls two. They all sat around the kitchen table and talked about their finances, wondering how they would get by. Finally, Marge spoke up.

"Anne and I were offered another job today, it's only two nights a week. We wanted to see what you guys though about it." Marge said.

"Well," Anne said. "We have this regular that comes in everyday. He said that he runs some kind of card game and he needs two girls to serve drinks and snacks."

"How much does it pay?" Marc asked.

"He said he would pay us one hundred dollars a night, plus tips," Anne replied.

"A hundred buck a night!" Don yelled. "What else do you have to do, fuck these guys?"

"Calm down," Marge told her husband. "Cid, our customer, said we don't have to do anything but serve drinks and chips."

"Yeah right," Marc said, getting up and pacing the floor. "Do you expect us to believe that all you're going to have to do is serve a bunch of guys drinks and snacks? It sounds like bullshit to me!"

"Marge and I though it sounded a bit strange when he told us about the job," Anne said. "Cid assured us that we didn't have to do anything else. He did say that sometimes the guys will try to pinch our ass or grab our tits, but he said we didn't have to let them."

"He said that he would pay you two a hundred each?" Marc said.

"Plus tips," Marge replied.

"Did he say how much you could make in tips?" Don asked, settling down a little.

Marge moved closer to her husband and said, "Cid said that the last girls he had working for him made four or five hundred a night in tips sometimes."

Marc thought for a second and said, "That's over a thousand dollars a week."

"Each," Anne said.

The four of them discussed the proposal that Cid had made to the girls. Marge and Anne reminded their husbands that Christmas was just around the corned and they hadn't done any shopping for the kids. The guys talked to each other like the girls weren't there, making remarks about the things they thought the girls would have to do.

"I have an idea," Marge said. "Anne and I will ask Cid if it would be okay for one of you to come and see what's going on at one of the games and we can decide after that. If it looks shady, we'll quit, if it's on the up and up, we will work until you guys get called back to the shop."

"What if he says one of us can't come along?" Don said.

"Then we'll just tell him we can't do it," Marge said.

Don and Marc agreed to the conditions, feeling that if Cid refused the girls' request they would know that something wasn't right. They all talked for a little longer and then Marge and Don dressed Jack and Sally, and went home.

The next morning at the restaurant, Marge and Anne told Cid about their husbands' request. Without any hesitation, Cid agreed to let one of then go to the game and observe what went on.

"I don't have any problem with one of your husbands coming to see what happens at one of my games. In fact, I think it's a good idea," Cid said.

"What should we wear Cid?" Anne asked.

"You have to look sexy for these guys, that way they will tip better. I would suggest you both dress alike. Short black skirts, tight white blouses, dark pantyhose, and high heels. Your husband should wear a white shirt, dark slacks, and a tie. I will tell the players that he is a new bartender I'm trying out. That way they won't get suspicious about a stranger being there. The game starts at eleven o'clock and sometimes runs until morning. You two will need to be there at ten to help me setup."

The girls heard the cook call out their names, indicating that they had orders waiting. They left Cid, picked up the food and served it to the customers that had been waiting. Once they were caught up, they went back over to the booth he was sitting in and received more instructions.

"Girls, this is high stakes poker these guys play. There may be twenty or twenty five thousand dollars on a table at any given time. It is very important that you stay away from the tables unless you are serving the players, or you're asked to come over. Some of these guys will think you're good luck and want you near them, others will think you're bad luck and want you to stay away," Cid told them.

"How will we know?" Marge asked.

"You won't at first, so just watch me. I will give you signals as to what to do. We will go over my hand signals before the game starts. Also, you must tell your husband that this is only business. The players won't say or do anything different than some of the customers in here have done. If you get your fanny patted, it's just like when you get it patted here." Cid said.

"That doesn't happen very often in here," Marge said.

"Often enough," Cid replied. "I've seen it myself and you two have always handled it professionally. Just do the same at the card game and everything will be fine."

Anne and Marge finished their shift, went home and told their husbands about what Cid had said. Don and Marc were at the Graham's house, having decided that it would be better to watch the young children together while their wives worked, and listened carefully as the two women explained what was expected of them, and what to expect.

"You mean that guys at the restaurant grab your ass?" Don asked Marge.

"Once in a while we get a customer that gets a little fresh and grabs or pats my bottom," Marge said. "I just walk away and smile. If I were to make a scene I would get fired or no tip. It's really no big deal Don, it's not like I'm going to bed with the jerks."

"You too?" Marc said to his wife.

"Yes Marc, me too," Anne replied. "Why, don't you think I have a nice ass?"

"You have a great ass Anne," Marc chuckled. "I'm just not sure that I want some strange guy touching it."

"I love it when you're jealous Marc! The guys at work may get a cheap thrill once in a while, but you're the only that gets into my panties."

All four of them began to laugh and Don said, "Marc is the only guy that gets into your panties?

"You know what I mean brother dear!" Anne giggled.

Again the two couples began to laugh. They went into the kitchen, sat down to the dinner the guys had prepared and began to eat.

"Anne and I have to go and pick up a few things for our new job," Marge said. "Cid wants us to wear short black skirts and tight blouses, and neither of us have anything that will do."

After finishing their dinner, the two women changed out of their work clothes and went to the local discount store. They each selected matching skirts and white blouses. They picked up a couple packages of panty hose and returned home.

The girls changed into their new outfits and modeled them for their husbands. The black pleated skirts fell to mid-thigh on the two twenty year old wives and rode up slightly when the bent over. The tight shirts were just shear enough to show the lace of the white bras the girls wore beneath them, and the open buttons allowed their cleavage to be seen.

Marc and Don made remarks about how revealing the outfits were, but decided that because they had agreed, they would allow their wives to wear them.

On the next Friday night, Don drove Marge and Anne to the hotel, and went to the room Cid had told them to. In the large room were three round tables covered with green felt, six chairs at each table and a small bar in one corner.

"You must be Don," Cid said, extending his hand. "I'm Cid."

"Nice to meet you," Don replied, shaking the man's hand.

"We only have about an hour before the players start to get here so we had better get started," Cid said.

Cid showed Don the layout of the bar and explained the drinks he would be preparing. He told the two girls about what was expected and what they were to do when they were idle.

"Don," Cid said. "We all know why we are here. The players are interested in playing cards, not having sex with Marge and Anne. They may say, or do, things that may make you uncomfortable, but you must not say a word. If any of you don't think you can handle it, let me know and I will get you out of here without making scene. Your wife and Anne are real pros at being servers and shouldn't have any trouble handling these guys."

After going over several signals, that Cid would use to guide the girls, Marge and Anne started to set up the tables with ashtrays and cards. Don walked over to a door, opened it, and looked into the bedroom it concealed. He pulled the door closed and took his place behind the bar, set up several rows of glasses on the counter top and asked Cid about ice.

"The ice machine is down the hall next to the elevators you came up in Don," Cid said.

Soon the card players began to arrive and take their seats. Marge and Anne asked them if they would like anything and went to the bar to fill their orders. Within a half an hour, the players filled all of the chairs and the card games began.

Don surveyed the room, noting each of the men that were present. He observed they all dressed in very expensive clothing, most of them in shirts and ties. Once the games started, he also noticed the stacks of money in front of the players.

A couple of hours into the game, one of the men slid his hand up Anne's leg and gently squeezed her bottom as she leaned over to serve a drink. She allowed the man's hand to remain until she stood up and slowly turned back to the bar.

Marge set a glass in front of one of the players and he picked up a bill from his pile, folded it, and pushed it into her bra. Smiling, she thanked him and went back to the bar and faced her husband. Reaching into her blouse, Marge pulled the bill from her bra and showed her husband a crisp twenty.

Don smiled and watched his wife put the bill into a small container on the corner of the bar. The girls had decided to combine their tips and split the money evenly at the end of the night.

The sun was coming up when the last table of card players called it a night. The girls began to clean up the tables and empty the ashtrays, while Cid and Don took care of the bar. Once all the work was finished, the four of them sat at one of the tables and relaxed.

Cid handed each of the girls a hundred dollar bill and asked how they did on tips. Marge retrieved the container that held the money and counted it.

"Four hundred and sixty dollars" she said. "That is two thirty apiece. That's not bad!"

"That's good for your first night," Cid said. "The last two girls I had only made about a hundred each in tips. You two were very good tonight, and I think the players liked you."

"Why didn't the last girls do better?" Don asked.

"I think that the difference is the way they handled themselves in front of the guys. When Marge and Anne were touched, they smiled and went about their business. The last girls would make faces and act like the players were doing something wrong." Cid told him.

The four of them talked for a few more minutes and Cid asked if they would be back tomorrow night.

Marge looked at Don and waited for an indication. When he smiled at her and nodded, Marge told Cid that they would.

"Unless you don't want to Anne," Marge said. "I didn't mean to speak for you."

"I'll be back too," Anne said.

Don, Marge, and Anne got up to leave. When Don shook hands with Cid, Cid handed him an envelope.

"Thanks for your help Don," Cid told him. "I will make sure that nothing happens to the girls and the guys don't do anything they don't want done."

The three left and headed for home. They all went to Anne's house where Marc was watching the children.

Anne shook her husband's shoulder and woke him up. Marc had fallen asleep on the couch watching television.

"How did it go?" Marc asked.

"Just fine," Don said. "I've never seen so much cash in my life! Those guys must have had over a hundred thousand on the three tables."

Marge and her sister-in-law sat on the couch next to Marc and handed him the stack of bills from their tips and pay. He counted the money and smiled.

"Not bad girls, this is really going to help." Marc said.

Don opened the envelope that Cid gave him and pulled out two hundred dollar bills.

"Add this to the money," Don said. "Cid gave me this for helping behind the bar."

"Eight hundred and sixty dollars," Marc said. "That's more than Don and I make in a week. Maybe we should retire and just let you girls take care of us."

"Bullshit!" Anne said. "I'm only going to do this until you two go back to work. I don't like having my ass squeezed by strangers."

Marge smiled and said, "I didn't really think it was so bad, in fact I kind of liked the attention. The way Don looked, every time one of them put his hand up my skirt, was priceless."

They all chuckled and Marc slipped his hand over his sister's bottom. He rubbed his hand over the tight panty hose that covered her butt and smiled.

"So you like it when someone plays with your ass do you? I'm more than happy to help you out." Marc said.

"Only if you're willing to put twenties into my bra," Marge giggled as she wiggled her butt against his hand.

Marc picked up one of the hundred bills, pushed it into his sister's bra, and said, "What do I get for a hundred?"

Marge knelt on the floor between her brother's legs, unfastened his pants, and pulled his penis out. She began to stroke it, feeling it harden in her hand.

"For a hundred you get a hand job mister, for two hundred I'll blow you." Marge giggled.

Marc grabbed another bill from the stack and waved it in front of her face.

"Here you go sweetie, two hundred," her brother said. "It had better be good!"

Marge lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth. She toyed with the head with her tongue and felt it grow to its full length as she gently sucked it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down on her brother's erection.

"How about you?" Don said to Anne as he opened his pants. "Do you want to make a quick two hundred too?"