Sheila's lunch break had come. She walked down to Mr. Fredricks' office and knocked on the door. Her heart was beating and her hands were sweating. Too late to back out now. A surge of lust crept up her loins when she thought that she was basically about to have sex for money.
The door opened and her boss saw her to her seat at his desk. He took his chair on the other side and handed her a room service menu.
"Please order what you want. No worry about cost. Your lunch is on me today."
Sheila restrained herself and ordered a simple sandwich and side salad. She would have loved to gouge him a little and order some lobster or steak and a bottle of champagne. To at least make herself feel like a high class hooker, and not some slut that was probably about to suck an old dick for a ten cent raise.
Mr. Fredricks called down and placed the order for her. Then made some small talk until the food arrived. Sheila was put off by the fact that he was actually being nice.
Sheila ate as her boss continued to talk. The conversation had yet to bring up anything sexual.
"I was serious about that promotion you know. You are, of course, welcome to keep the waitress job, but I find myself in need of a personal assistant. I find that keeping things running here at our fine establishment has left me little to no time left to run my own errands."
Sheila swallowed a bit of food and cocked an eyebrow at her boss. "You mean like go pick up your dry cleaning? You want to pay me to do that?"
"Exactly, and some things around the hotel here. Setting up appointments with important clients and such," He smiled. He actually smiled.
Sheila stared hard at him. Was that his way of saying she'd be an escort to the rich bastards that came here? Wasn't this the same man that was feeling her up earlier while threatening her job?
"What's the catch?" She asked sharply.
"The catch is I'm taking you and your husband to dinner tonight. Provided you accept of course."
Oh great the perv wanted a 3 some or wanted to embarrass her in front of Kyle. The prick was probably going to tell her husband how she sat like a wanton slut and let him feel all around her titties.
"No. Cut the crap. What's your angle?" She was tired of his games.
"Such a fire in this one," Mr. Fredricks mumbled to himself. "The job offer is legit. I have no hostile designs towards you or your beloved. I thought it would be a nice thing to do. Take the two of you out to celebrate. You'll be making five times what you make now." He waited for that to sink in.
"I have your address on file here. Say the word and my driver will swing by after your shift ends."
Sheila was still a little on guard. "I won't be home til after nine. A little late to go out for dinner don't you think?"
"Hogwash! Are you always this resistant? I offer you more money for far easier work. All you need to do is say yes. You won't have to work at the bar anymore, and I'll give you until next Monday off so you won't have to worry your pretty little face about what time you get home from dinner," he said somewhat frustrated.
Sheila knew this was too good to be true. She knew it was a trap waiting to be sprung. She also knew it was good money, and that she hated being a waitress.
She reluctantly agreed and they set up arrangements for dinner. Sheila finished her shift at the bar, telling Robert the good news. He seemed sad to see her leaving, but he was genuinely happy for her good luck.
Once home she told her husband about it and they got ready to go out and celebrate. They didn't have much time so they decided to shower together. They hadn't done that in several years. There wasn't time for anything hot and heavy, but the couple exchanged small kisses and touched every time they swapped places to rinse off.
This may have been just what her marriage needed. A small glimmer of hope to spark a new outlook and breathe some life back into her marriage.
The couple got dressed to go out. Kyle in some khaki pants and a red polo shirt. Sheila wore some tight light blue jeans that hugged her backside and a pink T-shirt. Mr. Fredricks said they'd just be going to a small Japanese steak house so they need not dress up.
The car that her boss had sent turned out to be a limo. It wasn't the fanciest limo she had seen, but it was the first one she'd ridden in. Her friends had all been poor back in high school so they never got the chance to rent a limo for prom or anything like that.
The driver had encouraged the couple to help themselves to the drinks in back and they got slightly buzzed while laughing and enjoying their good fortune.
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