I heard a faint “Mom!” in the background.
“Yes,” I said. “On your patio.”
“And is Christine there?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Hand the phone to her.”
I did. Christine said, “Hello,” then listened. And looked at my cock. And laughed.
“Yes, it is,” she said. “Very.”
Knowing they were talking about it, my cock started to get hard again.
Christine listened some more and then looked back down at my cock, which had risen fully to the occasion. “Yes, fuck, it is… How could you know that?” She looked around as if to find hidden cameras. Then she laughed again. “And Richard is okay with that? Wow. We lead very different lives.”
I motioned for the phone. “Cyndi, please put Richard back on.”
Richard said, “I’m here.”
“I’m going to make a personnel addition if it’s okay with you,” I said.
“It’s your company,” he said. And at that moment I realized for the first time in a meaningful way that it was true. Rand and Associates had been sort of just a name and a money funnel. But I was about to make it real.
“Thanks,” I said. “And enjoy the vacation. Over and out.” I clicked ‘End’. Then called Thomas Barker.
“Barker,” he said.
“Find a maid yet?” I said.
“No, not yet. I actually haven’t started looking.”
“What if I said I’ve got the perfect ones?”
Silence. Then: “Are they ugly?” Which had been Juana’s condition, but I’m pretty sure she’d been joking at the time.
I looked Christine over. Like her daughter she was quite attractive, if a little beaten down by life.
“No, not so much. But Morrison says they’re top notch and I’m sitting here naked on his patio and they’re both okay with it. I think they have the right stuff. I’m going to use them.”
“Fine by me, I trust your judgment. Whatever you want to pay them. We’ll finish the deal over a beer.”
“Done,” I said. We chatted about our girls for a while, then hung up.
Christine was staring at me.
“Here’s the deal,” I said. “Quit your job. You’ll clean Richard’s house, my house, and the house of another friend – which is a really fucking big house, by the way – every week. And every week you’ll also clean the small offices of Rand and Associates, once I get around to leasing them. We’ll pay you…” I pulled a number out of my ass. “Seventy-five thousand dollars a year.”
Her eyes got huge.
“A couple of caveats. My house and my friend’s house are nudist zones. You’ll have to be okay with that.”
“Not a problem,” she said.
“How old is your daughter?”
“Excuse me?”
“Trust me,” I said. “You’re also most likely going to see some sex happening.”
“Ah. She’s twenty,” Christine said. “We can take it.”
“There might be a couple more houses added later,” I said, thinking of Meyer and Buddy. “In which case you can renegotiate and maybe hire on more staff.”
We talked about logistics. She only had the Morrison’s house to clean today so she agreed they would come over to my place afterwards, clean it, and sign a contract. My plan was to pay her for a year in advance so she’d feel confident about quitting her shitty job.
“Listen,” she said. “You could get three big houses and a small office cleaned once a week for maybe twenty-five, thirty grand a year. Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can,” I said.
—–
We shook hands and I jumped in the pool and hopped back out again and dried off and got dressed and walked back to my place. It was empty. I once again shucked my clothes and went into the backyard and dived into the pool and cooled down, then got out and lay down on a lounger. The sun started doing its usual work on my body as I made my way through Jessie Stone’s exploits. He was back on the booze but he seemed to be handling it okay. Reading his description of how that first Scotch of the day tastes made me want a drink. I looked at my watch: 10:20 AM. I sighed and kept reading.
Maybe a couple of hours later I looked up as the screen slider opened. An attractive, slightly plump woman, maybe mid-40’s, walked through the door, concentrating on not spilling from a platter that held a pitcher of iced tea and a glass filled with ice cubes. She made it through the door and looked up at me and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Hello,” I said.
She stared at my body for a good ten seconds, then turned around and walked back into my house.
“What have we here?” I said. I figured there was a pretty good chance that she wasn’t here to rob us.
A few minutes later Mary Beth walked out onto the patio, dressed in tight white shorts and a white crop top, looking beautiful.
“We’re being invaded,” I said.
“That was my mother,” she said.
“She didn’t seem happy to meet me.”
“She was embarrassed,” Mary Beth said as she sat down next to me.
“I’ll put something on and go apologize,” I said, starting to get up.
“No, Johnny,” she said. “Mom has to get used to you being naked. To all of us being naked.”
“I’ll bite,” I said. “Why does she have to get used to that?”
“Because,” Mary Beth said. “I sort of invited her to stay with us for a while.”
I just looked at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “You know she lost her job a while back. Now she’s pretty much run out of money. She won’t let me give her any, but she will let me give her a room.”
I said nothing.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry, Johnny…”
“I am a little angry,” I said. “That you didn’t tell me sooner. We have lots of rooms. Of course your mom is welcome here.”
She looked down and said, “Thank you.” I lifted her chin back up and when her eyes were level with mine I kissed her, a good kiss, tongues lashing, hands roaming, cock rising. I had just managed to divest Mary Beth of her top when her mom decided to make her second attempt to storm the patio. We stopped kissing as her mom sat the platter of iced tea on the table. She took a couple of steps back and stared at my erection. Ack.
Mary Beth pulled her top back over her tits. “Mom, this is Johnny. Johnny, my Mom.”
I moved the pitcher, picked up the platter, and used it to cover my lap. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” I said. “Please pardon me if I don’t stand. I’m afraid we haven’t gotten started on quite the right note.”
That brought just a hint of a smile to her lips. “Call me Cara,” she said. “I’m pleased to meet you too, Johnny. My Mary Beth has told me so much about you. I’m sorry, I was just a little bit shocked before. I haven’t seen a naked man since my husband passed. Much less a hard…” She blushed a little.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said.
“Oh no,” she said. “It’s your home, your patio. And I’m certainly not going to complain about my Mary Beth having sex with a man.”
“Mom!”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with being a lesbian,” Cara said. “But I want grandchildren. I’ll go back inside now and you can continue having sex with her.”
“Kill me now,” Mary Beth said.
“Please stay,” I said. “I’ll go find something to put on and we can all chat.”
Cara sat down next to Mary Beth. “Fine then,” she said. “But don’t go putting on clothes on my account. Mary Beth has told me everything about your lifestyle here. I’ve got to get used to it if I’m to be here for a little while.”
I looked at Mary Beth. “Everything?”
“Almost everything,” she said.