Salesperson of the Year by Karen Blayne

 

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2016. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org and they may anything with it. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

 

Sophie gazed wistfully at the poster, "If only I had another twenty bucks I could go to their concert." Veronica stood by her pulled out a twenty dollar bill, "Fear not Cinders you shall go to the ball." "Yes but I could never pay you back." Veronica dropped her quiet bombshell "You could eat me out in return." Sophie panicked and looked round, someone might hear and think she was queer. Veronica did enjoy shocking people from time to time especially as she looked at all the conflicting emotions flashing over Sophie's face. Should she admit she preferred girls sometimes, what would her friends say, Ohgod but she did want to go to the concert, what to do. "I'm sure it won't take you long to bring me to a big O you know boys never get it right, and we could try soixante neuf afterwards." Sophie's chest flushed, she blushed, Veronica's tongue on her, never in her wildest fantasies had she gone that far. Veronica saw her capitulation "So I'll expect you at seven then?" Sophie nodded unable to speak, if she was being paid to do it then Veronica had to feel something towards her didn't she and she prided herself on offering value for money.

 

Later that afternoon she saw Adam who was raving about he had to have the very latest, fastest gaming laptop but how was he to get one, the computer store was out of stock. "You could try Newegg." Well they sold hair dryers, her latest came from there and was computer controlled so since gaming laptops put out lots of hot air so they must sell them as well. They searched together and Adam saw the exact model he wanted including a large SSD. "But I don't have a credit card even though its fifty bucks cheaper than the computer store." Veronica pulled out hers "If you pay me cash?" Adam pulled out his roll and counted out two thousand in cash, then added a twenty to split the difference between the on line price and the computer store price.

 

God Monday morning again, a whole five days until the weekend came. She looked through her underwear drawer and picked out something Mr. Wallace would drool over if only he knew what she was wearing underneath. It perked her up and she fantasied about the heart attacks those poor male commuters would suffer if they saw her in her nothings. Especially that dishy one who worked with investments if she'd heard correctly when he was talking to a colleague, just the sound of his voice played havoc with her hormones. Still it was time to consolidate her position in the office. Consolidate was Lucie's term for it, she thought firm up was a better way to put it.

 

Her boss was odd, he preferred to be formal and address her as Miss Shaw still he was comfortable with that. She'd seen some of the office girls address him as Bill, and how he seemed to withdraw somewhat as if he was uncomfortable with first names and he liked her making his coffee. She been temping for him and made his coffee then. Her permanent job offer came just two weeks later. She just ignored the women in the office who told her he should make his own bloody coffee.

 

"Miss Shaw, you're looking glum this morning what's got you down?" "A two thousand dollar credit card bill Mr. Wallace." "Well we can't have that getting you down, I'll arrange a two thousand advance on your pay, and if we put your pay up by two and fifty a month that should cover the repayments even allowing for a bit of extra tax." She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. They worked a bit late that night and as they packed up she said "You know I've been thinking, I'd be more comfortable giving you groping rights." Mr. Shaw wasn't quite sure what to say, he found Veronica useful round the office, listening to the office gossip and keeping him up to date but not gossiping with the others. No job or errand was beneath her. She had a very cynical, straight forward approach to life and more than once when he'd run an idea past her she'd spotted something he hadn't besides he was quite sure at least two of his projects had been approved because of her short skirts. She stood in front of him and taking his hand she moved his fingers over her microfibre designer knickers. "Do you like the feel of them?" Mr. Shaw nodded, she turned and kissed him on the cheek again, "Good I'll wear them everyday for you and you can give me a quick gentle grope at the end of the day when everyone else has gone home."

 

She pulled down the black microfibre pair and eased on a pair of stockings, then slid a on white sheer lacy pair, it was mid-month so every one should be quiet. A touch of perfume and she was ready. "Mr. Wallace do you mind if I slip out for an hour?" "Not at all, everything is under control." Veronica left the office and entered the investment office, there he was. "I'd like to invest some money please." Hayden guided her into his office. "How much were you thinking of investing?" "Is two thousand enough?" "Well it's a start." He quickly explained the basics, then slowed as Victoria crossed her legs. It didn't seem to matter what he was talking about it was just the sound of his voice that melted her insides. She turned sideways to him and asked him to explain the difference between index linked and bonds once again, the top of her short skirt covered her stocking tops but from the side her thigh above her stocking top was on display. Hayden swallowed and was thrown off his prepared speech. "Perhaps if I came and sat besides you you could show me the latest prices on your computer screen." Hayden nodded his agreement. She undid another button on her blouse as she stepped round and took the second chair drawing it up so her thigh brushed against his.

 

She lent forward exposing her nipple to his sight, resting her fingers lightly on his thigh, "So to recap then what you're saying is I hand it over to you and you make it grow?" She stroked his hardening cock making it grow as she spoke. "Well that sounds wonderful." She scrabbled inside her handbag and brought out a scrunched up handful of hundred dollar bills. "Could you count those for me?" She scrabbled inside her handbag again and brought out a few more and added them to the pile.

 

Eventually after taking his receipt for the money she first parted her thighs to give him a good glimpse of sheer lacy knickers before kissing him on the cheek and bidding him goodbye. Hayden went to get himself a coffee in the coffee room. "I wonder where she earnt her money?" mused Jade as she stepped up towards him and gave him a friendly grope. "I better take care of that for you before your next client hadn't I?" She knelt down in front of him and quickly took him in her mouth. With a bit of luck one day they might decide she rated more than a temporary receptionist job. She wouldn't object to a permanent job as a receptionist.

 

Somehow the tale of Hayden's new attractive client floated around the office. Even his boss suggested to him that older clients were more likely to have more money to invest.

 

It took Victoria a month before she felt he was comfortable running his fingers over her knickers. It became something to look forward to a bit of attention at the end of the day. A pair of crotchless microfibre knickers had him slip his finger into her before he realised what was happening. "I definitely like that." She murmured, "You're looking a bit flushed why not just lie back and I'll loosen your clothing." Five minutes later she lowered herself on to him. "I don't think I should be doing this." "But you aren't doing anything at all just lying back." She answered then milked his sperm from his hard rod thrust inside her. After that it was easy as Lucie would say. Once he'd been in it wasn't as if they were breaking any new ground and a Lucie put it a well fucked boss meant security come lay off time.

 

"We could get Steve to invite Bill along this weekend and see if he's really frigid or just queer." No way was that going to happen. "Mr. Shaw think you're looking a little tired, perhaps you're coming down with something. Have you thought of spending the weekend in bed? I could come over and nurse you?" and dressed in that totally indecent nurse's outfit she'd concocted with white silk stockings she didn't think they'd be out of bed for that long at all.

 

"A group of us are spending the weekend at the cottage want to come?" "I fear I might be coming down with something so I'm planning to spend the weekend in bed." "Another time perhaps?" "Perhaps."

 

Veronica was sat waving her nails in the air waiting for the varnish to dry when the phone rang. She delicately pressed the speaker button with her toe. "Yeah?" "Hi Ver want to earn two hundred dollars serving at Odette's wedding on Saturday?" "What that stuck up snot?" "Two hundred dollars." "She'd want class serving at her wedding, not the likes of me." "Yes well she thought you'd relate to her great uncle better." "What's she want me to do flirt with him?" "Well he's worth money and she wants him to enjoy the wedding." "I'll want an extra five hundred dollars if I'm to lap dance some old fogie or other." "She thought you'd agree, $700 it is then but she'll pick out the tarty waitress outfit herself." Veronica thought about it for a few seconds and then the cost of nail varnish, no question really when you put it like that. "Yeah you're on. Should have asked for a thousand shouldn't I?" "You wouldn't have got though." Veronica kicked the phone on the floor by mistake as she hung up.

 

Veronica looked round at the other girls changing into their waitress outfits. They were more like Odette than herself. Still they didn’t have her legs. She tried the two inch heels that came with the outfit but didn’t get on with them so switched to the three and a half inch black stilettos she’d brought with her in her bag. Odette’s mother briefed her on the two guys she was supposed to pay special attention to. All elderly male relatives who were loaded so she wanted them to enjoy the wedding party rather than feel neglected so Odette would reap the benefit later in their wills.

 

She took a last look at herself in the full length mirror and straightened her seams. One last dab of the exclusive perfume and she’d be ready. In her heels she was now over six foot tall. She hoped there would be a few tall guys since she towered over the other waitresses. Show time, they set forth with trays of Champagne, the real stuff for the toasts, the white sparkling wine would be served later. There in all her splendour was the bride, with her accolades C&C, Claudia and Chelsea, their bridesmaid's dresses must have cost more than she was being paid for today. None of the three even acknowledged her.

 

She circulated with a tray of finger food, bending down to those who were seated displaying herself as her dress gaped slightly at the front and even more expensive nothings under her very short skirt were exposed to the rear. She felt rather than heard the gasps behind her and the elbows dug in significant others ribs, she wiggled her bum just to flaunt that their lower limbs and bum weren’t nearly as long and attractive as hers.

 

Her first target. She picked up a stick of celery and a dish of dip and waltzed over to him before sitting herself down in his lap. “You’ve been a naughty boy, I’ve been watching you haven’t been eating your vegs have you? Open wide.” She dipped the end of the celery in the dip and teasingly placed it between his lips. He reluctantly bit a piece off. She lent forward and nibbled his ear letting the full effect of her expensive perfume hit him. “If you’re very good and eat it all up I know where the twenty year old scotch is. Oh and you’d better slip your hand onto my thigh before I slip off.”

 

One great uncle down, well there was a slight damp patch on his trousers where she'd gyrated on his lap when he'd been up but she'd covered it up with a serviette. Only granddad to go there he was in a quiet corner behind a plotted plant.

 

"And what's a young tart like you doing in my lap?" "Oh my, granddad if you've forgotten what young tarts do when sat in your lap I'd better remind you hadn't I? It must be terrible growing old and forgetful." She stroked him and petted him, nibbled his ear, and scooping her neck line down a half inch pushed her bare nipple in between his lips. She felt him starting to suckle. "There now is it coming back?" It certainly seemed to be from the bump she felt hardening under her bum. His hands took on a new life and explored her body much to her delight. Eventually she felt him relax, "I'm not as young as I was, and my memory is definitely going. I certainly can't recall any young tart behaving in quite such a forward manner before." "What objecting are you? Oh dear and Odette wanted me to be especially nice to old money bags as she put it." "You know that seems just like her. Pay someone else to do her dirty work." "Oh good. Was I dirty enough then?"

 

"I think you'd better go and rescue my grandson before 'the three little girls from school are we' descend on him but before you go may I have a snippet of hair to remember you by." She picked up her bag and brought out a pair of nail scissors then pulling her knickers to one side snipped a pubic dozen hairs before placing them in his hand. "What a lovely old fashioned idea, for a locket is it?" He nodded, and she looked over to the corner where the grandson was looking very out of place then at the three girls who were looking him over as if he was a very juicy steak. "Your wish is my command." She sauntered over to his grandson and then carefully moved his arm so she could climb into his lap. "Hello." He looked at her "Are you for real?" She took his hand and placed it over her boob, she thought the sound of his voice was rather warming. "What do you think?" He reddened, "Your grandfather thought you might need protection from the circling vultures." He glanced up across the room in panic. "They won't take much notice of you." "All you need to do is give me your full attention and talk to me." "I never know what to say to a girl." "Let's try shall we, why don't you first slide you hand up between my legs. Now wiggle your finger over the front of my knickers, there you're found the slit, now slide your finger through and into the second one. Now all you have to do is talk and wiggle your finger, that way my boobs and chest will be flushed which will shock the hell out of them if they come too close. Oh and I'm Vi by the way." She liked the abbreviation Vi for Victoria, it seemed to appeal to computer geeks for some reason. He started by telling her he was called David. He described where he worked and about his office cubical, if it hadn't been for his wiggling finger she might have fallen asleep. He paused, "Tell me what it was you were thinking about before I arrived." "Oh that, well its all about computers and the new procurement you wouldn't be interested." She could listen to his voice all day "Let's pretend I am, just tell me all about it." The words flowed over her like music just the sound of his voice well it definitely sent tremors through her who cared exactly what he was saying I mean who cared that UNIX was called POSIX in a procurement document or database servers needed lots of memory just as long as the words continued to flow she was more than content. Especially with the looks she was getting from the three bitches anyone would think he hadn't spoken more than two words together to them. She wondered if guys were really as insecure as girls waiting for the phone to ring or other replies when they asked for bids?

 

Her piggy bank got stuffed with the seven hundred dollars so she didn't spend it all at once.

 

"Could you baby sit your sister this evening?" Babysit that little tyke no way still she could bundle her off to the 5 buck flicks, "Yeah OK."

 

Sophie looked at her text and blushed. Jessica snatched it out of her hand. "20? Why would you blush when someone sends you a text that says 20? It can't be drugs you haven't got twenty. It's a man offering you twenty for a blow job? No no reaction. Here have it back." Sophie texted back seven and the deed was done.

 

"Jess here's ten, want to take Nick to the flea pit this evening?" "Inviting a boy round are you? I'd need money for popcorn." "No I'm not inviting a boy round as you put it, your mind is one tracked and disgusting. Here's twenty so that should include the popcorn just get out of here."

 

Nick looked down at his texts, shit he was grounded, 'I'm grounded but you could come over to my place, I'll smuggle you up to my room then we can watch something on Netflix.' Jess grinned twenty bucks for free plus Nick all to herself since he was grounded she wondered if he had a double bed to stretch out on whilst they watched a movie or two.

 

Vi removed the envelopes from the mail and placed the contents in her manager's book. She noticed an invitation to submit a proposal from David's agency so asked her boss's boss about it. "Nah it'll cost us $100,000 to make sense of what they want besides I've heard that the new top guy wants to go UNIX and we just don't do it, too expensive in support costs." She wandered back to her desk, David was worried that no one would bid, well how hard could it be to submit a bid? She found the price list on the computer then thought hard about what David had said he'd like. Could she bring the song back? She teased her crotch with one finger sliding up and down and the words came back slowly to her so she spoke them out slowly recording her voice as she did so.

 

Vi got Isabella to create a spreadsheet for her then started to fill the cells. Isabella showed her the configuration spreadsheets that the salesmen used. She put in a big a number as she could in all the different base servers then chose the one that took the most memory. He wanted fast so the most expensive disk drives, Enterprise SSDs were the most expensive, and the most expensive CPU available. There that was the database server done, now the email server well that stored messages so just copy the database server. Redundancy? What on earth was that, she'd copy in another database server. Now then he wanted a number crunching server, a help desk server, a coordinating server she wondered what that was, best just copied in another database server for each, except the number crunching one, he'd mentioned a graphics card or something? Then she multiplied the numbers by the number of sites.

 

David meantime was biting his nails. Management had insisted on using bits per day rather than bits per second, he hated to think what would be bid. Then they were in. God his worse fears, two mainframe bids, yes they'd work but at what cost, three big UNIX bids, and then Windows servers? He blinked then started to think carefully. No one would bid Windows servers on a UNIX bid unless they didn't know what they were doing. At the back of his mind somewhere he'd heard that Windows was POSIX compliant. A clarifying question then asking the vendor to confirm etc etc. Yes he could work with this bid just a few of the right clarifying questions phrased the right way he got out his pencil and started to scribble.

 

Vi's jaw dropped when she received the list of clarifying questions. She picked up her mobile and dialled her sister. "Did you mention some weirdy called Alice who was good with computers?" "Oh her yes, why?" "Ten bucks for you if you bring into the office this afternoon after school." "And?" Vi shrugged well she still had a few dollars floating around even after Sophie, "Fifty for her." "She'll be there."

 

"Fifty bucks? I'm not interested in giving blow jobs." "No David sent me some questions which are kind of weird and I hoped you might know what they meant." Alice studied the questions then looked up. "It talks about a bid and running network cables." "It some old historical protected building I think he said. Here's the bid I submitted and here's the mp3 of what I can recall of what he told me." "Can't you just pick up the phone and ask him?" "It's not allowed according to the rules." "Sounds like silly rules to me."

 

Alice curled up in the corner and started making notes. "From what I can see from the questions he's really trying to get you to change your bid a bit. Like this bit here where he asks if sixteen gigs of memory would do on the monitoring server. I really need to study this and sleep on it, can I email you in the morning?" Vi nodded.

 

A hundred and fifty precious hard earned wedding bucks later and after Alice had been through three sets of clarifying questions Vi's clarified bid was sent off. David was nice but Vi wasn't sure if he was worth the investment just to be nice to him. Fifty hadn't seemed too bad, and then it was only another fifty for the next set of questions. Boys were simply too demanding. She'd made up her mind if he asked any more questions she was just going to say no.

 

A brown envelope appeared on her desk. Bother he wanted a machine to benchmark. She changed into her short kilt and before her courage disappeared went to confess her sins to the man in the corner office.

 

"Please sir they want a machine to benchmark and I don't know what to do." "Did you submit a bid?" She nodded, "David was afraid that no one was going to bid on his project. So I thought I'd be nice to him." "$250 million in round terms who signed off on the discount?" "Discount? are they supposed to get one? I used list prices but I forgot to add in the price of a Lego Mindstorms robot that Alice thought might be useful to pull the cables along through the ceiling. She borrowed her brothers to show me and stuck her smartphone on the front so we could see where it was going."

 

He picked up the phone and summoned a few techies. "We apparently have submitted a bid that looks as if it is the winning one at list prices. Will it work?" they looked through the paperwork. "I'd need to check that Windows is POSIX compliant I'd never have thought of using it." "Alice double checked that and David himself suggested it." "Well we usually bid multiprocessor servers for databases but to be honest you don't need them, with this much memory it should work." "What about this data transfer rate, it seems a bit high?" "Yes but one of the clarifying questions was could we give our transfer rate in bits per day so I took the number that ours did in seconds then multiplied it by sixty to get it to minutes, then sixty again to get it to hours then twenty four to get it to days, and ours was an even bigger number than they wanted." "They really asked for bits per day not second, I missed that one." "Did you notice its rated on lowest cost of ownership over five years so the SSDs will help on the electric costs." "Do they matter?" "On a normal windows server the hydro costs are normally greater than the capital cost of the server over five years. That's probably where you undercut everyone else. That and the automated monitoring system, oh and the use of a smartphone guided crawling robot to guide the cables through without ripping an historically interesting ceiling with lots of ornate antique plaster work." "Can we find a machine so they can benchmark it?" "Looks like its all standard off the shelf stuff and it should be in stock so yes, I put it together by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

 

"OK guys thanks I'll see to it from here." He called his executive assistant in "Forget adding in the price of a bit of Lego, that's just the cost of doing business. Do you think you could do this again?" She looked at him, "No I just sat on this guys lap at a wedding because his grandfather thought he needed protecting and he burbled about some bid or other that no one would understand and they'd get no bids on. So I thought I'd be nice to him and submit a bid, then when I did it he started to ask all sorts of strange questions and I was way out of my depth so I asked Alice what it all meant." "Assuming we win the bid, and it looks as if we will, find a way to pay young Victoria here five million over say forty years so she doesn't pay too much tax. It should be worth a hundred grand a year inflation protected." Victoria look astonished. "We'd expect to discount at least twenty percent on this size of bid, five million is peanuts, oh and who was Alice who aided and abetted you?" "She's at school with my sister." "Give my executive assistant her details, a summer job at least do you think? and I guess we could spare another million if she wants to go to college or whatever. Since you managed to sell more than any other salesperson by a very long way you'd better resign yourself to receiving the salesperson of the year award from our chairman of the board at our Carribean conference this winter. You may bring along a significant other provided they share your hotel room."

 

Victoria left in a sort of happy muddled haze. If it all worked out she'd have enough money to go and see her financial what did he call himself planner was it? She looked up the dates of the conference then texted Sophie with the dates offering twenty a day but it was in the Carribean all expenses paid.

 

She was still wondering whether she could send David a thank you note, perhaps after the contract had been let, when the phone rang. If she'd care to attend Mr. Griffiths she might learn something to her advantage. She was still in two minds about whether to go and see this Mr. Griffiths or not. She never was much good at learning and studying when Mr. Wallace put his head round her cubical. "Well done golden girl, are you taking a significant other to the conference?" She sensed the answer was important to him. "Well it wouldn't be tactful to take you but I could if you like. I'd thought about inviting Sophie to go with me." She could almost feel the sense of relief. "Would you like the rest of the day off?" She nodded, she'd go and see this whatever then hit the Mall and see what was on sale.

 

"You'd like to see Mr. Griffiths do you have an appointment?" "No someone rang me. Don't bother if he's busy I don't suppose it was important." "What name may I tell him?" "Victoria Shaw." There was a subtle change in her attitude. "Mr. Griffiths, Miss Victoria Shaw to see you." She turned and opened the door, "Just step right in he's free just at the moment."

 

"How do you do Miss Shaw just a few formalities first, do you have a passport with you or a driving license?" "What would I want them for? Oh is it to do with the trip to the Caribbean this winter?" "Bank statement? Utility bill?" Victoria looked at him blankly, "My mum pays the bills and looks after my money." He opened up the file and looked at the locket, it wasn't even the same colour. "Miss Lopez could you step inside for a moment?" "I like your hair colour." "Nice isn't it, I thought I'd go blonde for a change." Mr. Griffiths looked puzzled "Is that why the hair colour is different? I'm at a loss, the hair colour is different, and its straight plus she has no identification." Victoria looked even more puzzled. "Mr. Griffiths get very concerned about proving people's identity when the legacy involved is more than five thousand dollars." Victoria shrugged it was all long words to her, she looked across the desk "Oh is that the locket he said he'd put my hair in? Pretty isn't it?" "But that still doesn't explain why the hair in the locket is curly and yours is straight?" Victoria turned to the reactionist "Doesn't he know that pubic hair is curly and hair straightening tongs straighten hair?" There was a gasp from the other side of the desk "Pubic hair?" "Well he wanted something to remember me by he said and I wasn't going to mess my hairdo up so I trimmed off a few from my pubes." The receptionist tried to keep a straight face, "If you have a few hairs on your hair brush in your bag could we have them?" Weird "OK." "You don't share this with anyone else?" "Not bloody likely." "There now we can get a DNA comparison and everyone will be happy. Could you just let me have your bank account details." "I haven't got one." "What happens to your pay?" "Oh I gave them my mum's details and she gives me my pocket money." "I think we ought to open you a bank account, there's a credit union downstairs that does basic accounts." Five thousand, she'd have an excuse to go and see that nice boy about investing a little more money, a thousand at a time that was five visits, she grinned inwardly at the thought.

 

"Do you have a passport?" "No sorry." "Driving license?" "I don't own a car." "Utility bills?" "My mom pays them." "Payslip?" Victoria looked blankly at him. The bank teller looked up, "I don't think I can do anything with the new anti-terrorist laws." The receptionist called over to a passing manager. "Hi Jennifer can you get a basic account opened for me please?" Jennifer came across "What's the problem?" "No available identification that's on our list." "Do you have the letter we sent you?" Victoria dug out a crumpled letter from her handbag and handed it over. "An initial deposit?" "I could transfer you a thousand?" Jennifer nodded "Just put my name on it, personally vetted." "Now when you go back into work get them to pay your salary into this account."

 

"Remember the girl you personally vetted?" "Oh dear has she run off with all the credit union's money?" "No its really weird she gets two monthly pay cheques from the same company so I rang them to confirm if it was correct." "Was it?"    "They seemed to think so, her net pay is more than my gross pay." "Supporter of equal pay now are we?"

 

"Remember the girl I couldn't see a way to accept but you personally vetted?" "What's she done now?" He handed her a statement of account. "I had a suspicion that there was something like this in the air, Alison doesn't often escort people in here to open up an account." "Yes but over 45 million dollars?" "Better ring her up and offer her the benefit of our financial services. Better still ask her to come in and see you."

 

Victoria stepped through the door and was immediately guided into the bank manager's office. "Now may I offer you the benefit of our financial advisors?" "You mean financial planner?" "Sometimes we say one thing and sometimes another." "I have one already." "But are they up to handling the sort of money you have available?" "Well I think so he didn't seem to mind my two thousand dollars." The bank manager passed over a copy of her bank statement with 45 followed by lots of other figures. "That looks a lot, are you sure its mine?" She nodded, "It's yours we doubled checked, a legacy." Victoria looked puzzled "You got left some money in a will." "Oh that's good, can I have a copy of this?" "You may, would you like a coffee whilst we discuss this?" "No thanks I just had one, if that's all may I go now?" "Certainly." She popped into the lawyers and asked about the will. "Quote, and ten dollars to my granddaughter for an idea and the remaining estate is split between my grandson and Miss Victoria Shaw for her execution. So that's just over forty five million for you." "Thank you Odette."

 

She entered the investment company and asked Jade who was on reception if Hayden was available. "He's on break at the moment, he's just gone down to the coffee bar downstairs but he should be back fifteen minutes." "I'll come back later." She entered the coffee bar and there he was. "Do you remember you telling me about how many millions you'd earn during your career and how it was important to invest something for your retirement?" Hayden looked at her dubiously. "Yes." "So if I offered you half a million more would you like to come and work for me?" He blinked and she passed him the bank statement. "I think I need someone to look after my money. Do I have enough to buy a house?" He nodded, "A nice one with three bedrooms, one for me one for your office, and one in case you want to work late?".

 

"I'll match whatever you've been offered." "An extra half million." "Good grief, no we can't afford that, sorry."

 

"Mom I'm moving in with a guy called Hayden, oh and I've opened my own bank account, I thought it might be easier when I move in with him." "Has he a steady job?" "Definitely" "Well you might like to hold him off until you get married, marriage gives you more security though these days they don't seem to last five minutes." "I'll be fine mom." "If you say so. Do you want me to work out how much you've got coming from your pay? You didn't take all of it in pocket money you know." "You hang on to it mom, Hayden's well paid." She thought it better not to mention her legacy or her increase in pay either or little sister might be after some.

 

"Will it do your ladyship?" Hayden showed her round the house he'd selected as being a good investment. "Four bedrooms with three en-suites." Victoria thought more in terms of who was going to clean them still they were nice. Downstairs he proudly showed her the kitchen. Victoria looked taken back, "What do all those appliances do?" She asked. "You don't cook do you?" She shook her head, "Never mind I'll bake you a cake this afternoon." She looked at him in amazement "You mean you know what all those knobs and things do?" "I probably shouldn't admit it but yes." Oh my not only was he easy on the eye but he could cook as well. Now what was mother's advice again? "I think its perfect or it will be with a bit of furniture in it." The idea of shopping for furniture with Hayden definitely appealed to her.

 

The phone rang "Hi Ver have you heard the latest?" "Depends, you mean Emily's in the club?" "No I heard that last week, C&C have teamed up after Claudia's dad got laid off and Chelsea's dad's gambling habit got out of hand, they started a cook you a cordon blu meal in the comfort of your own home service but its not doing very well. They get lots of bookings for the weekend but nothing for the beginning of the week." C&C Odette's two bridesmaids, they'd recognise her voice straight off but Hayden and Alice, Hayden to do the booking since he had a nice voice they'd fall over themselves to accept and Alice to do the dirty work. "Alice my pet I'd like to throw a dinner party so you're invited." "I don't own a long dress and who are you trying to palm off on me?" "Be nice I did get you that summer job and the student thing, besides its two hundred dollars and a long dress for doing some organising." "Since you can't cook how much are you paying the others?" "Alright you get the same. It's C&C so five hundred dollars for the meal and five hundred dollars to waitress it. So you get five hundred dollars, OK and don't tell anyone how much you're getting."

 

Who to invite? Hayden to start with, Alice but who pair up with her? David? He was into computers same as Alice was, baby sister and her male of the moment that made a table of six, that was enough.

 

"Hi, I'm Alice, Hayden's asked me to sort out the details. Could you supply two waitresses as well, I've budgeted an additional five hundred for the waitresses or perhaps you could serve as well? I've a separate budget for the waitress dresses." "You will oh fabulous one less problem to worry about, if you could just let me have your measurements I'll organise the waitress outfits."

 

Veronica looked at herself in the mirror, not a touch of sag, she looked perfect in her evening gown. It wasn't so much low cut as nonexistent over her boobs, with just a loop of wire under each boob to hold the dress in place. She'd keep in the background whilst Alice did her work.

 

"Could you try a glass of this wine for me just to make sure it hasn't gone off?" Claudia gently eased the cork out of the vintage champagne bottle and poured herself and Chelsea a generous glass each. "Do you think I should serve this sweet sherry or this dryer one?" A glass of each disappeared down both Claudia's and Chelsea's throats. Alice produced the skimpy waitress outfits and talked C&C into wearing them. The necklines were rather low but just about acceptable. They entered the dining room and didn't recognise Veronica with her back to them. Alice lent forward and scooped Claudia's boobs out from her dress before she could register quite what was happening. "An extra hundred", she whispered. Chelsea noticed that Veronica's were exposed and an extra hundred was a hundred after all.

 

C&C began to relax under the influence of the wine and the fact that no one was really paying them much attention. Alice and David were into a deep discussion of computer related things, Veronica was lapping up Hayden's attention, and little sister was making quite sure her escort wasn't looking at the waitresses by resting her hand on his thigh with her fingers just touching his crotch.

 

Alice got up from the table and whilst still continuing to talk to David and led the two girls over to a pair of Sybians that were covered over with a sheet. "Extra hundred each just for sitting on them." The two girls looked at each other and stepped astride. They turned the remote controls on to the lowest setting. Alice gave them a few minutes at the mildest setting then adjusted the modified controls using her smartphone just slightly.

 

All in all the evening was a success both in terms of firming relationships around the table and from the looks of C&C who were very flushed by the end of the evening they seemed to have enjoyed it as well.

 

The following Tuesday C&C invited to cater for ten, and waitress as well. They were shown the kitchen by Isabella, the sister of the best man who had them sample the Champagne to see if it was off. "Claudia, I seem to recognise these waitress outfits." "Five hundred is five hundred after all and it didn't kill us last time." Isabella disappeared as they were changing. They picked up the platters ready to serve. As they looked round the dinning room it was all male, a stack of hundred dollar bills sat in front of the groom, "I understand extras are a hundred each, we'll have the full repertoire." behind him there was a big screen with scenes from Victoria's dinner party.