The Temporary Job by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Luv Karen

Ashley and I scanned the list of job vacancies, exactly the same as last time, PhD in fluid dynamics, Maths teacher, and a technical translator for Portuguese, native speakers only need apply.  Exactly the same as the last twelve months no real jobs at all.

As we stepped through the door having done our job seeking bit this elderly sort of guy approaches and asks “Is this where I look for workers?”  Well Ashley caught him by the arm and led him into Starbucks, not that we can normally afford to go there anymore, but it was too good to miss.  “What sort of work do you have?”  I let Ashley do the questioning whilst I studied his body language.  Mind you anyone who buys us both a White Chocolate Mocha has lots of points in his favour already.

He’d just arrived in town and brought a repo home from the bank but it needed a bit of tiding up.  Was $200 a day reasonable?  Hell minimum wage was $50 something a day.  “Very reasonable.”  I replied.  “No time like the present to get started then, I take it you’re free to start now?”  Ashley and I gulped down the remains of our Chocolate Mocha and stood up waiting for him to lead on.

The house wasn’t too bad at first glance, but the carpets needed steam cleaning, the drapes needed replacing and stuff.  I was going to call a carpet cleaning firm when Ashley stopped me whispering.  “For that sort of money we could buy one of those Bissell steam cleaners and get paid whilst we used it.”  I asked Frank what he’d prefer to call a steam cleaning company or buy one and have us use it?  “I think the thing to do is to bag up all the trash first and see what’s underneath.  I guess I’ll need a cleaner sometime so just sort out the top rated one on Amazon for now.”  He handed us a box of black trash bags and left us so Ashley and I started filling them and carrying broken furniture out of the house.

An hour later he was back carrying a mass of Chinese takeaway.  It had been so long since George and I had managed to afford a Chinese takeaway that I took rather unladylike mouthfuls and savoured every morsel.  He looked like he was just about to throw out the bits we hadn’t eaten when I mentioned casually “Could we put them in the fridge and I’ll take them home for the dog.”  “Not a problem.”  Ashley quietly murmured to me “My dog would like some too.”

We were tired by the end of the day and happy to get our money.  Frank gave Ashley two $100 bills then to my surprise he gave me two as well.  I hesitated for a moment “That’s what we had agreed wasn’t it?”  “Why yes” I stammered “Thank you.”  “See you in the morning then.”

We had Ashley and Joe over to share our dog’s dinner.  Well let’s face it neither of us had a dog and Chinese reheats not bad in the microwave.  George and I had a chat about how much I’d been paid and I figured I’d wear a long sleeved shirt of George’s the next day since it looked like being messy work.  Besides which I didn’t want him getting the wrong ideas about me.  Professional relationship, that’s me.

The next day Ashley wore her skirt.  I say her skirt, she has only the one, its mid thigh and she generally wears it in the hottest times of the year.  I noticed Frank’s eyes drifted to her hem line from time to time even though my shorts showed a lot more thigh.  “I could wear a skirt every day?” she boldly announced, I closed my eyes and pretended I wasn’t there.  “The fantasy would be stockings underneath.”  “Fantasies are $50 a day extra.”  “Done.”  “Skirt and tights?” “$201 a day, stockings $250 a day.”  I was taken back to say the least, and I really didn’t know who with the most, Ashley for putting a price on herself or Frank for accepting.

We inspected the carpets.  Really to be honest they were past their best so he took us round various carpet warehouses and eventually we arrived at Home Depot.  Needless to say they had a workshop that afternoon on installing fitted carpets.  “It would be quicker and cheaper if you hired a couple of guys to do this.”  “Yes but they wouldn’t have the same eye for detail.” Whatever it was his money.  We found the upmarket burger restaurant for lunch, well you could tell it was upmarket they had real white linen table clothes on the tables and discussed the carpets we’d seen that morning.  Frank’s tastes were similar to mine, except I was reluctant to voice them at first as the ones I liked best were also the most expensive.  We talked about which colour paint on the walls would go with the new carpets.  In the end Frank just delegated the colour choosing to me.  For as Ashley said I always did have a good eye for colour.

Frank peeled off a couple of his hundreds and gave them to Ashley for a uniform allowance as he put it. Then he did the same for me.  I wasn’t sure about it but money is money after all so I put it in my purse thinking I could always look after it for a while.  That afternoon Ashley and I were the centre of attention at the workshop or at least Ashley’s skirt was.  We were the only females there and the instructor seemed to find endless reasons why Ashley on her hands and knees should follow his instructions whilst he talked.  I think it was the glimpses of her pale blue knickers from time to time that had many of the sales associates and contractors on hand to explain to her exactly what to do and they made her repeat it until she got it right.  She definitely was lapping up the attention.  I only saw her make one or two deliberate errors and even I wasn’t quite sure, Ashley can be a very smooth operator when she puts her mind to it.

When we got back to the house it was mid afternoon.  “Where’s the best place in town to eat?”  Dumb question when there are only four fast food places in town including the pretentious burger joint with the linen tablecloths.  “You mean as in edible well prepared food?”  I asked.  “Yes attractively laid out.”  Picky, “Is cost a barrier?”  “Hell no.”  I picked up the phone and called Tiffany.  “Dinner for one Tiffany, this evening, money no object.”  Tiffany’s bicycle was on the doorstep barely ten minutes later.

She interrogated a bemused Frank on his likes and dislikes, what were his most memorable meals then looked round at the house.  “Is it just one in solitary isolation or do we get to join you?”  Frank indicated it was up to us.  I enjoy sharing a meal with George but given the choice between Tiffany’s cooking and mine, George was eating with Joe tonight.  I was dispatched with Frank to buy bone china, glassware and matching tablecloths. The meal was superb, and afterwards Ashley and I disappeared fast before the washing up to get back to our respective spouses.  As we slipped away Tiffany handed us both doggy bags for George and Joe.

That evening I sat and watched George devour his food.  “So how long is this house tidy up going to last?” He asked between mouthfuls.  I said I wasn’t sure, oh and Ashley volunteered to wear a skirt with stockings and get paid $250 a day.  George offered to wear the skirt and stockings since his current job only paid min wage or like $50 a day anyway.  I laughed and said I thought Frank would notice the difference.  “Well it wouldn’t harm and you never know it might encourage him to keep you around for a few more days.  He might appreciate your legs more if you wore your heels?”  Yes but a day of wearing heels all day I didn’t think so.  Anyway I dug in my wardrobe and found a Halloween costume I’d been brave enough to wear once and swore never again.  Well it had a skirt and black fishnet stockings, I folded them up into my bag, and dropped the heels on top.  I wasn’t brave enough to wear black fishnets in the street, I’d change into them once I arrived.

I got changed in the kitchen and looked down in horror.  It was then I remembered I’d shorten the skirt six inches for a very private Halloween with just George and myself. 

“Not exactly what I had imagined but quite delightful.”  Came his voice from behind me.  Oh God no I went bright red, and turned to see a very interested Frank behind me with an obviously hard secret weapon in his slacks.  “I could only find.”  I dried up.  “You look very good anyway.”  He smirked.  Tiffany slipped in behind him, “Wow is it Halloween already?  Who‘s serving who a trick or treat then?”  Considering she was dressed in a dark blue sheer baby doll with a cut away front, I thought she had a nerve.  “You stayed the night?”  “Well we got talking after you dashed out, I left you the washing up by the way, and Frank suggested $250 a day and I move into the empty spare room in case he needs a midnight snack preparing, on overtime of course.  I just haven’t got dressed yet.”  “But.”  “I’m sure Frank has seen a female body before, and I’m quite certain you have.”  I heard Frank murmur something about not having seen anything quite so provocatively dressed for a while when Ashley arrived dressed in painter’s overalls.  “Any coffee?  My are we expecting a heat wave or did your skirt shrink in the wash?”  I just glared at her.

“I thought you were wearing a skirt today?”  “Well she was when she arrived but I thought an overall might be more practical since she’s painting.”  “Paint brushes?”  Ashley asked pertly.  “On the counter top behind you.”  Ashley turned and picked one up.  “There are only one inch ones here.  It will take forever with these.”  “But they are the very best quality and I thought it would be an environmentally friendly way to use less paint.”  Ashley and I exchanged looks, well it was his $250 a day after all.  “Is there another overall then for me?”  “Oh I’ve got another little task for you first in the other room.”

He led me to lap top sitting on the table “Since I seem to have assembled a workforce we’d better get the paperwork sorted out.  Could you set up a company and sort through the red tape?  Thanks.”  He went and curled up in a chair with a book but when he looked up I could see he was in line to glimpse the three inches of thigh exposed above my fishnet stockings.

When I wondered into the kitchen to grab a coffee Tiffany was dressed in a skirt and blouse.  “You don’t think your night wear is a little risqué?”  I ventured.  “You don’t know who Frank is do you?”  I looked puzzled, “He’s not in the top ten richest men but he can definitely afford to have us floating around here for a very long time on just his income.”  I didn’t feel quite so bad about the length of skirt after that.  Mind you Tiffany followed me back into the room and served Frank his coffee, then raised her skirt at the front so he could approve her stockings.

Lunch was superb, sometimes I hate the casual way Tiffany just seems to effortlessly throw a meal together.  Don’t get me wrong I can cook if George’s mother is coming, but it’s a battle of temperatures, cook books to consult and weighing things out exactly.  Ashley once told me she just pours out frozen peas into the pan, and guesses when there are enough.  With George’s mother I do exact portion control, one pea too many on the plate and its extravagance, one to few and it’s not enough vegetables.  Fortunately she lives at the other end of the country and dislikes flying.

At home that evening I nattered at George whilst he ate his doggie bag and told him all about the one inch paint brushes and putting me to work where he could stare at my bare thigh above my fishnets all day.  “I think your $250 a day isn’t going to run out soon.”  God sometimes all he thinks about is money.  Still it was nice to have and not to have to worry about the electricity being cut off.  I’d even picked up a demure skirt on the way home and a pair of black silk seamed stockings with welts. It took me a week to sort out all the regulations about hiring people, then Frank had me work out a weekly payroll with a calculator.  He had a definite look of disappointment on his face the first day I wore my new skirt, it was a pretty pleated wrap over design so I just parted my legs slightly so the wrap over parted and showed him my stocking tops underneath.  He cheered up then.

The following Tuesday Frank was busy on the computer.  “What are your spouses’ names?”  Puzzled Ashley and I gave him the information and went back to tacking the carpet down, two pert bottoms in the air showing lots of stocking tops, but hey whatever.  “OK guys we now have a medical and dental plan.”  “Really?”  “It seems it’s cheaper for me to start an employee plan for a minimum of six people including family members than to have my own.”  I could send George to the dentist again, I’d been worrying about how long it was since his last check up.  Overjoyed I gave Frank a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I may have wiggled against him just a tiny bit when I felt his secret weapon harden against me and his hands on my butt.  When we broke I heard him mutter “God I need a thirty minute lap dance.”  So did Ashley.  “So how much is a thirty minute lap dance?”  “Around $150 but I haven’t got round to finding a club yet.”  Ashley moved in against him, Tiffany wiggled against his butt.  “Ever had a three girl lap dance?  For only $50 a day extra you get groping rights and all the lap dances you want for as long as you want.”  Hey girl what are you letting me in for?  Went through my mind, but I saw Frank nod.

Ashley looked me in the eye.  “The rules for lap dances are no touching unless the girl accidentally touches the client, right Frank?”  Frank was going red in the face now as Ashley was accidentally groping his secret weapon.  Reassured Tiffany and I agreed we were game.  We led Frank to the soft leather sofa and whilst Tiffany massaged his neck and shoulders from behind, Ashley and I accidentally ran our hands over Frank’s body.  Do you know even his shirt buttons eventually accidentally came undone under Ashley’s fingers.  I was accidentally brushing my fingers over his feet and soon had his shoes and socks off.

We switched places and I wondered what it would feel like if my nipples were to accidentally brush against Frank’s lips or even his tongue?  It took but a few moments to undo a few buttons on my blouse and unhook my front closing bra.  I must say it felt rather pleasant to feel Frank’s tongue swirl round my nipples and a warm glow seemed to shoot down between my legs.  We switched round once more and left Tiffany playing tonsils accidentally brushing against tonsils at the top whilst Ashley concentrated on running her fingers through the hairs on his chest.  I’ve noticed over the years that all you have to do with fifteen year olds to embarrass them with a damp patch on their jeans is give them a smile then look down at their belt buckle.  George takes a bit more effort so I figured Frank was good for a few teasing strokes of fingers on his bare John Henry.  I discreetly unzipped him foolishly thinking Ashley wouldn’t notice and traced his length up and down with my finger tips, and feeling my thumb get lubricated with the Cowper's fluid oozing from the end.  I felt so proud of myself for remembering the correct name from bio classes at school.  Ashley of course noticed “Want to see me do it no hands?”  I wasn’t thinking clearly so just nodded wondering what she meant.

I mean I really should have known, sometimes I feel so ashamed of Ashley, she doesn’t even know the meaning of restraint or demure.  Seconds later her lips were parted over him.  I tugged his slacks down out of the way, well if he was going to have a lap dance to remember three tongues on his balls and equipment should the trick nicely.  My tongue lapped, Tiffany’s tongue lapped, Ashley tongued, then moved away to catch her breath.  I was aroused and had a moment’s fit of madness.  Next month’s bills came to mind, I mean to say every day he kept us employed meant another bill could be paid.  I could sense that Frank was about to ejaculate so I slipped round and lowered myself on him, squeezing down with my inner muscles in just the way that George goes crazy about.  Frank seemed to enjoy it as well.

When we curled up later together on the sofa he confessed he hadn’t realised just what muscle control really meant until then.  Ashley looked at me oddly, I said I’d explain later, so she went off in a huff and played on the computer.  “Guys, I’ve found this cool site with a sophisticated maid’s outfit to serve dinner in.” I mentally translated it to maid’s outfit that showed the maximum amount of skin whilst endeavouring to appear modest.  I wondered over, the prices were in Euros and the entire site was in French.  I mean if you had the legs it would definitely have impact.  Tiffany and I looked over her shoulder adding suggestions as she filled the shopping cart with our imaginary order.  It’s a game Ashley and I play, sort of window shopping, you know fill the cart with an imaginary order then close the browser. 

Frank came over to see what we were up to.  He thought the tiny sheer skirt with the cutaway back would look interesting as he put it and brought out his credit card.  “Hang on guys let’s look through the toys.”  Tiffany added all sorts of vibrators on to the order including nipple clamps and some others that I didn’t even recognise, and then she let Frank put it through.

That evening I wasn’t quite sure how much to tell George.  I told him about the dental plan and that I’d made an appointment for him, and the medical plan.  Oh we were now on $300 a day giving Frank lap dances.  I blamed Ashley and that she had ordered all sorts of thoroughly indecent clothes for us to wear over the internet.  I even mentioned Tiffany adding lots of toys into the order, including some I wasn’t quite certain what they were for.  “Let me guess did she add in a strap on perhaps with an expensive vibrator?”  I looked at him, “Why yes how did you know?”  “Can you remember Tiffany ever going on a date with a boy?”  “Now that you mention it no I can’t.”  “I’ve noticed the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is looking.” I looked at him in horror, “OhMyGod.”