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The Yard

After a bad divorce I had moved to a new town. I found a job within a few weeks, but it was far from the ideal job. I was a mechanic’s helper in the city garage, working on garbage trucks, an often nasty job. Once in a while, after I was able to wash up enough, I stopped in at one of the local pubs, and in time got to know a couple of the other guys who seem to hang out there. I guess I bitched enough about my rotten job, until one day one of the guys who worked in the office of a big lumber yard, told me there was an opening in one of the yard crews. The next Monday morning I was at the lumber yard office applying for the open spot, and in a few hours I had a new job.

There were two yard crews, one for consumer sales, and one for commercial, with each crew having four guys. I was on the consumer crew, it would be hard work, I was told, but at least it was cleaner.

I worked with Ron, Buzz, and Frank, all good, hard working guys. I worked hard along with them, we laughed at my screw-ups, and by the end of the week I was catching on. Ron was the crew lead, and never seemed to get tired of showing me the “how-to’s,” but the other guys were just as helpful and I felt I was getting to be a part of the team.

On Friday, Ron told me he was having a barbeque get-together at his place, and did I want to come. All the other guys were married, but for some reason that weekend the wives weren’t coming. Since it wasn’t like I had anything else to do, I said sure I’d be glad to come and bring a case of beer, since the other guys were each bringing something.

Ron had a nice house on the outskirts of town with a big front porch and a detached garage where he kept a couple of rebuilt 50’s cars. He introduced his wife, Molly, who was a classic tall beautiful blonde with a great figure, I took time to note. He also introduced Molly’s sister June, who had been visiting for a few days, but who didn’t look anything like Molly. June was short with dark hair, not the beautiful type, instead was the cute tomboy type, but there was nothing tomboyish about her figure. Molly gave me her hand to shake when we were introduced, but June gave me a big hug, pressing herself firmly against me.

The barbeque area was in the back of the house, and shortly we had all the good stuff going. I had thought to bring two cases of beer, and as we cooked and ate, everything was washed down with a brew. I think Molly was drinking wine, but June was working on the beer along with the rest of us. Soon we were all stuffed with good barbeque, and found ourselves on the front porch steps shooting the bull. Molly sat on a top step with June next to her and somehow I wound up next to June. Molly and June were dressed almost alike with white blouses and short jeans shorts. Molly’s legs looked great in the shorts, and her bra-covered breasts pushed hard against her blouse. But June’s leg was feeling good against mine, and I kept glancing at the front of her blouse, trying to visualize what lay under. After one particularly long look I glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking directly at me. “Ah, busted,” I thought, then noticed that she was smiling. I was embarrassed, and looked away, then in a moment June got up and went into the house. In a minute she was back, holding two fresh brews, one of which she handed to me, then went and sat on a step below and to the side of me.

“Damn,” I thought, already missing her warm smooth leg against mine. But then I noticed she had unbuttoned one or two of the front buttons of her blouse, or was it my imagination?

No, it wasn’t, because now as she bent forward to hear what one of the other guys was saying, her blouse opened a little and I could see her white bra, and the soft creamy skin that was the beginnings of her breast. As my brain was registering this, she turned and again caught me looking, but again gave me a smile.

So I continued to half listen to the bull the other guys were shooting, and half kept looking down the front of June’s partly unbuttoned blouse. I glanced at June’s face every once in a while to see if she might be getting pissed that I was trying to see her titties, but she was facing forward, seemingly intent in what the guys were saying, but with that smile on her face still. I glanced over at Molly to see if she noticed what was going on and saw that she was looking at June with an almost-smile on her face, and I wondered what was going on in her mind.

I hadn’t yet finished the beer that June had given me, but she tilted her head back and drained her can, then got up and walked past me into the house. I assumed she was going to get another beer or to pee, or both. A few moments later she came back out and again took her seat on the step below me. I heard the guys all talking about the two old cars that Ron had in his garage and could tell that they were going to go look at them. I figured I was going to have to go too, although I’d much rather stay and try to get a glimpse of June’s tits. About that time I looked down the front of June’s blouse again, and saw that not only had she unbuttoned another button, but that I could see a nipple!
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“A very intersting resume’, Mr. Dancer, “very interesting indeed, but I’m afraid that the job you’re applying for has very specific requirements, and unforturnately there’s nothing here that will tell me if you’re qualified for this position!” “Exactly what is the position I’m applying for,” Mike Dancer asked the personel director, “the add was little bit murky as far as the job description went!?!” “And with good reason,” Joanne Ford replied quickly, “the job in question is of an extremely personal nature, and requires the utmost of discretion by whom ever finally fills is, do I make myself clear!?!” “Uh, not really,” Mike replied, “I’m not usually so slow on the uptake, but I’m afraid that you’ll have to be a little more specific!” “Agreed,” Joanne replied softly, “from what I’ve seen so far you are more than qualified for the job, you’re young and athletic, a good student, bright, and from what I can tell a good conversationalist, but unfortunately, there is one more physical requirement that must be measured up to and if you don’t pass muster there, the interview ends right here!

Mike looked quizzically across the desk at Joanne Ford, and replied in exasperation, “well I guess then that we’re done then, because I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” while standing up to get ready to leave! “Please, sit down for just another minute,” Joanne asked in a hushed tone, “have you ever heard Eleanor Parkman, our president and CEO!?!” “Who hasn’t,” Mike replied while retaking his chair, “she’s one the the ten richest women in the country, powerful beautiful, and from what I’ve heard, pretty hard to work for!” “To a tee, Mr. Dancer,” Joanne quickly replied, “but you left out one important detail!” “And what’s that,” Mike asked!?! “The fact that she’s single and never been married,” Joanne Ford replied, “that is the missing detail!” “Okay,” Mike replied, “I’ll bite, why is it so important that she’s never been married!?!” “Because of her heavy work load,” Joanne explained, “Mz. Parkman never has had the time nor inclination to get married or involved personally with a man because she feels that having a relationship would take away from her work, and since failure is an anathema to her, she would never try anything that was sure to not to work out!” Mike sat there listening intently to what Joanne Ford was saying as she continued on, “Now Eleanor Parkman is a normal woman with normal physical needs, but since she has no time for a regular relationship, she found that for her, the best way to handle the situation is by hiring a young man such as yourself to be her companion!”

Mike sat there dumbly not able to even speak he was so stunned at what Joanne Ford had just told him, but finally he was able to stammer, “Y-you mean she’ll pay me to sleep with her, and that’s it!?!” “Oh, no, not at all,” the personel director replied quickly, “of course you will be having sex together, but also dining, traveling, and after she gets to know you better, probably even helping her with her work!” “Okay,” Mike replied, “say I decided to go along with you on this, what is this requirement that you were talking about!?!” “That is what I’m about to get to,” she replied softly, “but first I must explain something about Mz. Parkman, as with many successful people she’s extremely driven to succeed, and like these people, her sex drive can at times be enormous!” “Okay, so she likes a lot of sex,” Mike interjected, “so do I, but so what!?!” Now speaking more softly and slowly, Joanne Ford replied, “Well, Mike, Ellie Parkman is absolutely addicted to huge erections, and if you don’t measure up, well just you don’t get the job, it’s as simple as that, so now you can see why the ad was so murky as you called it!” “Uh, yeah,” he mumbled lost in thought, “but, uh, how do you know if I’ve got what it takes!?!” “That,” Joanne Ford replied, “is exactly what I was coming to!”
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