She shook her head. “No way. That’s the big secret. We show up looking sexy at that initial meeting, lay out all the ground rules, and set the hook. Then the cleaning crew does the real work.”
“What if I said no?” I told her.
She looked disappointed. “I wouldn’t fight you on it. You’ve been so supportive so far, I have no reason to complain. Please don’t. I think this could be the key. We’ve got the experience now, and the infrastructure. The costume part could be the beginning of something big. You know nothing bad would happen. I’d never allow that. Let us at least try? Please?” She went into her sexy routine, kissing me, wriggling sweetly in my lap. “I can never thank you enough for all you’ve done so far, but I promise, I’d try really hard. Really, really hard.”
How do you say no to the woman you love chasing her dream, when all you have is a niggling little worry? I couldn’t.
I went into support mode once again. I found a college kid to do an improved website for them, with interactive online reservations. Choosing the outfits, adding gallery of photos. A little search engine optimization, some paid ads, and business picked up a little. They had two cars, and we added fancy ‘wraps’ advertising their business, for impressions and word of mouth referrals. Their staff was four underpaid ‘undocumented’ ladies they had working with them for about $9 an hour. Two weeks later they had replaced two of their four, and added four more, at anywhere from $15 to $20 an hour. They almost doubled their prices. It was working. They were finally getting to the point that both teams were busy about 30 hours a week.
Brenda’s mood improved, and our sex life, which had almost died off in the previous six months, was finally off life support. We were getting intimate at least twice a week. Not all I was hoping for, but a big step in the right direction. We were still pretty young, and my wife was always a looker. Giving her foot massages, back rubs, and taking care of her aches and pains was starting to pay off a little. Thank God, ’cause each rub down left me horny as hell.
I was lying beside her, after a particularly enjoyable weekly lovefest. “Things look like they’re getting better for your business,” I mentioned.
“Better, but not great,” she admitted. “I had no idea it would be this difficult.”
“How’s the repeat customer business?” I asked.
“Not nearly what I was hoping for. I thought by now we’d have a few dozen weekly or at least bi-weekly regulars. I know we do a great job. The costumes are bringing in the new business. I wonder why they don’t use us more often?”
“Have you thought about an incentive program? You know, multi-level memberships, VIP customers, that type of thing.”
“Why? We clean all the places the same.” She sounded a little irritated that I had the temerity to tell her how to run her business.
I leaned over and stroked her flat belly gently. Damn, she was a fine looking woman. “Maybe you could give them a discount for being a weekly customer, or preferred scheduling times. A choice in cleaning crews. Provide bonus cleaning activities that you only do for VIP members. The kind of things people never want to do, windows, blinds, dishes, silver polishing, even ironing.”
“You think anyone would pay for that stuff?”
“Sure. If I wasn’t married to the perfect wife, I’d be happy to pay to have my shirts ironed once a week. Light bulbs changed, especially the hard to get to ones. Window cleaning is a pain, but maybe you could team with a window company and give each other business. I don’t know, you’re the expert, I’m just trying to brainstorm. Some way to get people to sign up and use you exclusively.”
She grinned. “Isn’t that your job, to use me exclusively?” She reached down and gave my alter-ego a little rub, teasing me.
“Sign me up for the VIP,” I told her, leaning over and taking her nipple between my lips. “You can clean my pipes any time.”
“Yes sir! One for the ultimate cleaning experience. I trust you’ll be satisfied.” She surprised me by leaning over and taking my semi-hard cock in her mouth. She didn’t do that very often, without a lot of cajoling and near outright begging. I moaned my appreciation, and after only a minute or so, she had me ready for a second round.
She straddled me, sliding my rod into her naughty bits, and leaned over. “You’re the best, you know, Dave. Never complaining, always willing to help, supporting me completely. Even with the costumes. I don’t tell you often enough how much I appreciate that. I’m sorry I haven’t show it more in the last several months.”
“It’s a difficult thing, starting a new business. I’ll admit it’s been a little hard on us for a while, but I think it’s getting better, and if it’s what you want to do, I’m behind you 100%.” The tender look in her eye, the loving way she spoke, had me wanting her more than ever.
She was rocking back and forth slowly, deliciously. “Thank you, baby. I’m going to make sure you know how much it means to me a lot more often. You deserve it.”