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New Job: New Beginning Ch. 01

By: Sweetcheekss



I tried to mentally prepare myself for what I was going to say to my husband as I drove across town to the small garage where he worked. All of us at the small plant where I worked had just been officially notified our facility was going to be closed. Our jobs were going to Mexico where labor was much cheaper. Although we’d all seen it happen elsewhere, we never thought it would happen to us.

I pulled onto the gravel lot at the garage, noticing my father working on a farm tractor. He waved when he saw me. I waved back, my hands shaking. I entered the garage, spotting Dan sitting at his workbench. We’d been married almost three years. Our wedding took place two weeks after our high school graduation. We knew we were both too young for marriage but we wouldn’t listen to any of our parents. Dan was surprised to see me at this time of day. I had to force my legs to carry me towards me. 

“Guess what.” I managed to mutter, my voice shaking. “They closed the plant.”

Dan’s eyes fell to the floor, he picked up his can of Coke and threw it at the wall, splattering its contents. He had a quick temper, violent at times. He slammed his fist down on the workbench causing a wrench to fall to the floor. It’s jingling noise made me jump.

“God damn it”. He screamed. “How the hell are we going to live? We both have to work just to pay the bills.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there in silence. He got up from his bench and walked towards the back of the shop. I walked back to the car and drove myself home. We lived in an upstairs apartment a few blocks from the center of town. 

The apartment was in need of repairs but the low rent compensated for its condition. I poured myself some lemonade, sitting dejectedly at the tiny kitchen table. My mind wondering what I was going to do for a job. Luckily Dan and I had decided to wait to have children until we had some money saved so I could stay at home and be a full time mother. The dreams of motherhood now seemed like they would fade away forever. 

I phoned my mother to let her know the news about the plant. She worked at the local newspaper, which was only published once a week. Mom had already heard the news. She asked if I’d told Dan yet. I told her he I had. She was worried about my well being, knowing he had a quick temper. She’d never cared for Dan but she accepted him as her son nevertheless. We chatted about looking for a job. She agreed there wasn’t any work in town, not even a lousy waitress job.

I picked up the last issue of our local paper and searched for the employment ads. Just a couple of ads and they were for “jobs wanted” not job openings. I tossed the paper on the table. I started crying feeling my life was coming to an end. It seemed Dan and I would never see our dreams come true.

Mom stopped by the apartment after she got off work. She had a newspaper from Pueblo, our state capital, in her hand. Pueblo is about thirty miles east of us. Mom had the paper folded open to the employment ads. There were about a dozen ads, mostly for cooks and busboys, nothing industrial at all. A few ads were listed for secretaries but they all had numerous requirements that I could never meet. The last ad was for a receptionist. It didn’t mention anything about requirements but it did mention basic office skills and photographic experience helpful. I thought to myself, this could be something I might have a chance at. I’d taken clerical courses in high school and I knew how to operate a camera. I’d worked on the school newspaper my junior and senior years.

I called the phone number listed, knowing it was long distance. Another bill we’d have to come up with the money to pay for I thought. The phone rang on the other end but nobody answered. A recorded message played, asking to leave a phone number and a brief message, they could reply to. I started to hang up but decided to leave my name and number stating I was calling about the job opening. I figured the least I could do was try.

I sat back down at looked the employment ads again, seeing if I’d missed anything else I might have a chance at. Useless, there wasn’t anything. I waited for Dan to come home from work. It was well after his normal time to get home; maybe he was just trying to finish up a job for someone. Dan finally came home, still furious about the plant closing. He jumped on me about not being able to get a job since I had no formal training after high school. How could I have gone to college, we were married just two week after graduation, I reminded him. He wasn’t listening to me, he rarely listened to me. Our marriage was rocky from the beginning; it had never gotten any better during the three years we’d been together.

Dan got a beer from the refrigerator. When he opened it, it sprayed foam on his shirt. This only made him madder. The foam spilled over the rim of the can and dripping down onto the tile floor. I grabbed a paper towel and soaked it up before he stepped in it with his greasy shoes. Dan wondered off to the livingroom, sitting down in his favorite recliner. He didn’t paying any attention to the fact he was still wearing his dirty clothes from work. He clicked on the TV with the remote.

Later, I started to fix dinner. Dan was on his third beer. The phone rang causing me to jump. I answered it figuring it was my mom calling again. We talked over the phone every day. It was just a routine we had. It wasn’t Mom, but the very pleasant voice of a young man. 

“Hi, is this Sheila, Sheila Gray?” The voice inquired.

“Yes, this is Sheila Gray” I replied.

“This is Derek Coulter. We went to high school together.” The voice stated. “Don’t know if you remember me or not, it’s been awhile”

I remembered him from high school. He was a grade ahead of me. His parents owned a large ranch south of town, they still lived there I thought.

“Sure, I remember you.” I replied. “It has been awhile hasn’t it?”

“Yes, I graduated four years ago so it‘s been at least that long. The reason I’m calling is I got the message you left on my phone recorder about the receptionist job. Are you seriously interested in it?”

“Oh, I’m definitely interested in the job alright” I quickly answered.

Derek talked about the job, going over everything that was involved. Being a receptionist was just a small part of it, a very small part. He was a freelance photographer specializing in modeling and commercial work. I tried to convince him I thought I could handle the job without any problems. I told him about taking a lot of clerical classed in high school and working on the school newspaper. Doubt that he was impressed but I was trying to convince him to at least give me a chance at an interview. 

We talked on the phone for almost thirty minutes. We even talked about some of our old high school teachers and some of the kids we’d gone to school with. I updated him on things going on in our little town, mentioning the plant closing and thirty-some people out of a job. He expressed his dismay at hearing about it.

“Well Sheila, when can you come in for an interview so we can discuss the job in person?” He inquired.

“Anytime, I can drive over to Pueblo tomorrow if you’d like.” I answered excitedly.

“Great, how about 11:00am? Is that good with you?” He asked.

I told him I’d be there at 11. Derek gave me the address and directions to his studio. It was located the old historic part of the city. I was familiar with the area so I figured I wouldn’t have any trouble finding it. Dan was asleep in his recliner. I woke him to tell him about the interview. Drinking all that beer had made him groggy. He just shook away from me and went back to sleep. I fixed dinner and ate alone in the kitchen. Dan didn’t want anything to eat, he just wanted me to let him sleep. I phoned Mom to tell her about the job interview in the morning over in Pueblo. She was as excited as I was about the prospect of getting a receptionist job. I asked her if she remembered Derek Coulter or his parents. She didn’t remember Derek but she was familiar with his parents. She told me Derek’s mother had passed away about a year ago; the paper had printed an obituary on her death. His father still lived at their ranch south of town. We talked about a few other things before saying our “good nights”.

“Hey, be sure and dress nice for the interview. Always look your best.” She declared. “Good Luck, Hon.”

When I got off the phone I went to the closet to decide what to wear for the interview. I picked out a nice skirt and blouse. My high heel shoes, the only pair I had, I kept in their original box. They still looked like new. I kept going back to the closet to see if I could improve on my outfit. I didn’t have than many nice clothes so I stuck with my original choices. I didn’t sleep well that night, waking several times, hearing Dan’s loud snoring coming from the livingroom. 

When I woke up the next morning, Dan was gone. He hadn’t bothered to wake me before he left for the garage. I showered, washed my hair and shaved my legs, even though they didn’t need it. I put on my make-up, paying attention to every little detail. I got my hair all put together and checked myself in the mirror. I primped and primped, mostly out of nervousness. I put on my skirt and blouse. I didn’t like the blouse I’d originally picked so I opted for another blouse with a little lace down the front. It looked great with the tan skirt. I put on my high heels; they were snug on my feet, a little uncomfortable at first. I walked around the apartment, too excited to sit down. I almost forgot to change earrings. I had a pair of earrings with little feathers dangling from them, I put them in. One last check in the mirror to see how I looked. As Dan would say “I looked hotter ’n fuck”. 

I grabbed my handbag and car keys heading down the steps to my car. It started right off, a miracle, I laughed. I got on Highway 50 heading out of town towards Pueblo. I turned on the radio to listen to some music during the short drive. It didn’t come on. I tried turning it off and on but it didn’t respond. I just drove in silence; reviewing answers to anything Derek might ask me about. It didn’t take long to get to Pueblo, but traffic was busy and it was slowing me down. I got scared I might be late for the interview, that wouldn’t be good. I finally got to the old historic district, it was really nice, lots of old restored multiple-story buildings. I found the address and a parking space across the street from it. Lucky me!!

The old brick building was three stories tall with lots of windows on the second and third floors overlooking the busy street. The ground floor windows were bricked over. I spotted the decorative entrance door at one corner of the building. I grabbed my handbag and proceeded across the busy street towards it. I was right on time with a few minutes to spare. I pulled on the heavy door but it was locked. I saw a doorbell and pushed it. I couldn’t hear it ring inside, maybe it wasn’t working. I knocked on the etched glass window. I could see up the stairway a little. No one was coming down the steps. I knocked on the window again. I was beginning to panic.

“Bet there’s nobody home!” I heard.

I turned around quickly and there stood Derek holding a large cardboard box. He smiled at me and set the box down on the sidewalk. I smiled, relieved to see him. Derek unlocked the door and pushed it open. I held it open so he could carry the box up the stairway to the second floor. The office area was huge really nice. The floors were all hardwood and you could hear every footstep we took. Derek took the box back into another room; I stood in the office waiting for him to return. He quickly walked back, brushing off the front of his shirt. He shook my hand firmly.

“Sheila, you haven’t changed since high school. You look great!” He said smiling        

“Thank you.” I said blushing at his compliment.

He motioned for me to sit down in one of the chairs at the front of the desk. I sat down crossing my legs; my skirt rode up a little showing a little leg. Derek casually sat on the desk looking down at me. I set my handbag on the floor next to my chair so I could put my hands in my lap.

“Do you mind if I smoke”. He asked.

“No, I don’t mind”. I answered him.

Derek and I chatted about our old high school days, remembering some things that happened that we were both familiar with. I felt relaxed talking about the “old days”. Derek got up off the desk and sat in the big leather office chair behind it. He talked about all the aspects of the receptionist job. It not only involved clerical duties, but working with models, scheduling sessions, setting up appointments with commercial clients, some light housekeeping chores and even going out on shoots with him around the Pueblo area. It all sounded so interesting, a really fantastic job. Derek asked if I had any experience with digital photography, still and video. I tried to skirt the question by reminding him that I’d worked two years on the high school paper. But that was using film-type cameras instead of the digital cameras. He mentioned I should be familiar with computer software for photography. I could only answer that I was experienced with word processing and database software. Not all that familiar with the latter. I saw him smile softly; he realized I was trying to answer his questions but falling short. I tried to remember all the things I was capable of doing but my mind went blank.

I got nervous, feeling the interview was going terrible. I fumbled nervously with the hem of my skirt. The phone rang and Derek answered it. He asked the caller if she’d leave her number so he could call her back later. I reached down for my handbag feeling Derek was about to say the same thing to me. He hung up the phone and lit up another cigarette. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. 

“The job pays $11.00 an hour but I can’t offer you any insurance benefits.” He informed me. “The hours are from 8:00am till 5:00pm with an hour off for lunch. There’ll be some Saturday work occasionally”

I nodded my head, acknowledging the information he’d just given me. I sat there frozen, just staring at him, expecting to be thanked for my time. He just looked at me.

“Do you think you’d be interested in working for me?” He asked. “The job’s yours if you want it. You can start tomorrow if you want.”

“Yes, I really want this job”. I said excitedly. 

I almost jumped up out of my chair. Derek got a big smile on his face and leaned across the desk to shake my hand. My eyes were starting to water. I brushed a tear with my finger. The phone rang again. He answered it and informed the caller the receptionist job had been filled. I got a really big smile on my face, I was ecstatic.

“How about some lunch, I haven’t eaten anything all day.” He suggested.

I hadn’t eaten anything that morning either, just drank some coffee. I had been too nervous to eat anything. 

“Fine with me”. I answered.

Derek and I walked down the long flight of steps. He locked the door behind us and we walked down to the end of the block to a little corner café. It was crowded but we spotted a table right by a window. Derek pulled the chair out for me, such a gentleman I thought. Derek sat across from me. The waitress brought us menus. 

“Pick out whatever you like”. He stated. “Lunch is on me, well Uncle Sam actually”. He grinned.

The waitress took our order and we sat back looking at all the tourist that were in the café. I asked Derek about what would be appropriate for me to wear to work. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to dress up or not. It was a dumb question, I realized after I asked it. Derek said what I was wearing was fine. I would be meeting clients and models in person so I should look impressive. He said he was impressed with the way I was dressed. I blushed a little at his comment.

After lunch, we walked back to the office building. Derek asked me if I’d like for him to show me around the studio. I told him I’d really like that. We walked back up the steps to the second floor and back into the large open area. There was studio lighting suspended from the high ceilings, three dressing rooms and a massive storage area full of props. There was a room partitioned off with three computers on a long table against the wall. It was the lab where all the digital stills and videos were finalized. One room was filled with nothing but modeling clothes, one huge closet! Derek showed me his office; it was carpeted with thick padded carpeting, like walking on air I thought. We walked back out into the large open area. I noticed a small elevator in one corner. It went from the ground floor to the top floor he informed me. Derek had converted the top floor into an apartment for himself. The ground floor was just garage area and more storage. I was in awe at the layout of the studio. We walked back to the reception area where the interview had taken place; there was a little kitchenette behind it with a small refrigerator, microwave, hot plate and a small sink. I hadn‘t noticed it during the interview.

“This’ll be your area. You can decorate it with some personal items if you’d like”. Derek informed me. “It’s up to you”.

I nodded my head and looked around at the office. It was fantastic. I loved the big leather chair behind the desk. I couldn’t wait to sit in it.

“Mind if I try the chair out?” I asked him grinning.

“He smiled. “Sure go ahead, see how you like it”.

I sat in the chair and turned it a little side to side. It felt great. I was so happy!

“Oh, by the way. You’ll need this.” He said, opening one of the drawers in the desk. 

Derek handed me a remote control for a garage door. I’d noticed a garage door at the far corner, along the front the building when I’d pulled up. He told me the streets were usually always crowded during the daytime with all the tourist. Parking was sometimes hard to find close. I could park my car in the garage since there was plenty of room. I thanked him for giving me access to the garage. 

“Do you have a cell phone?” Derek asked.

I told him I didn’t. I didn’t want to tell him Dan and I was barely able to pay the regular phone bill. He said he’d come up with something. A cell phone would be a must-have. 

Derek then escorted me back to the top of the stairs and shook my hand again. 

“See you tomorrow morning at 8”. He said. 

I thanked him again for the job, almost leaning in to kiss him. I caught myself before I made a fool out of myself. I walked down the steps and out into the brightly sunlit street. I managed to get across the street to my car without getting run over.

I drove back home excited to tell Dan and Mom about getting the job. I made the drive home in less than thirty minutes. Glad I didn’t get picked up for speeding. I stopped by the garage and ran in to see Dan. He was leaning over the fender with a lady who must have been its owner. He looked pissed that I’d stopped to see him. He came over, wiping his hands on a shop rag. He asked how the interview went. I told him I got the job. He was happy that I’d gotten it. I did notice he kept moving around blocking my view of the girl and her car. It made me a little suspicious. I asked where his dad was; he replied he’d gone up to the Springs to get some parts from a junkyard. I told him, I’d see him later at home.

I drove on into town to the local newspaper office to let Mom know the good news. I kept wondering why Dan had acted so odd when he saw me walk into the garage. I wondered if something might be going on. I pulled up in front of the newspaper office, jumped out of the car and ran into the building. Mom was at the front counter. She saw the big smile on my face and knew I’d gotten the job. She was as happy as I was. She kept congratulating me over and over. The counter wasn’t busy at all so Mom invited me back to her desk. I sat next to the desk and told her all about the job, the interview, having lunch with Derek and the tour of the business. I didn’t leave out any details. 


New Job: New Beginning Ch. 01



“Did you show him plenty of leg?” She kidded.

“I sure did”. I replied, laughing at her smart remark.

Mom’s always been quick to make smart remarks. She and dad divorced a couple of years back. Mom stays upbeat about it. She’s close to forty but she could easily pass for thirty. She hasn’t dated anyone that I’m aware of. Not many single guys her age group in our little town. I have a feeling she gets depressed about being alone but she’s good at hiding her true emotions.

I drove back to the apartment, figuring I’d fix Dan and I a nice dinner to celebrate my new job. I walked to the bedroom closet to pick out an outfit for tomorrow. I don’t have a lot of nice clothes so the pickins’ were slim. I chose another skirt and blouse to wear tomorrow. With the money I’d be making, I’d probably have to spend some of it on new clothes for work.

Dan got home from work, ate the nice meal I’d fixed and went in the livingroom to spend the rest of the evening in his recliner. He didn’t say much, didn’t even compliment me on the nice dinner I’d prepared. It pissed me off but I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the mood for an argument. I was still upbeat about getting the job in Pueblo.

I went to bed early getting up about 5:30 the next morning. Dan was still in bed. I hadn’t even heard in climb in next to me. I slept very sound, not having to worry about finding a job. I showered and got dressed. I combed my hair and started putting on my make-up. Dan woke up and came into the bathroom. He stood there watching me get ready. He had a smirk on his face like he was about to say something smart. I wasn’t going to let anything he said get to me, not on my first day at my new job. He stayed silent just watching me. I finished, grabbed my handbag and headed for the door. I shouted “bye” to him but Dan never replied. “Fuck him” I thought as I headed out the door and down the stairs to my car.

I stopped at the gas station to fill up and grab a cup of coffee. The girl at the counter complimented me on my outfit. I told her about the new job over in Pueblo I was going to. She congratulated me and wished me luck. I drove along the highway taking my time. I’d left early just to get away from Dan. I got into Pueblo early, not as much traffic on the streets as yesterday I noticed. I pulled up in front of the garage door and took the remote control from my handbag. The door opened and I drove in. The remote must have turned on the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. The garage area was all lit up. I parked next to a pickup truck I figured was Derek’s. There were some cars with covers on them farther down the wall. Guess they were being stored there. I got out of the car and hit the remote control again to close the door. Damn, I’d shut myself in! I started to hit the remote again when I heard the elevator coming down. I’d forgotten about the elevator. I walked through the garage when I saw it come down to the garage level. I opened the gate and stepped in. It was simple to operate, Up button, Down Button. I pushed the Up button and held it in. The elevator lifted upwards. When I got to the second floor, I spotted Derek waiting on me. 

He smiled. “Good Morning! I forgot to tell you how the elevator works, see you figured it out for yourself alright though”

“Good Morning!” I replied. 

I smiled at him. It was good to see someone besides me smiling this morning. Derek saw the coffee in my hand and told me he’d just made a fresh pot back in the studio if I wanted to refill my cup. I followed him into the studio and spotted the coffee maker in front of the computer room. I took the lid off my cup, tossing it in trashcan underneath the table. Derek filled my cup then poured himself a cup. He complimented me on my outfit and hairstyle. His compliments were very sincere and I thanked him for mentioning it. Dan never paid me any compliments, can’t remember when he’d ever said anything nice.

“Well, let’s get started shall we?” He said.

I followed him into the room of computers. Derek went to each of the three computers and booted them up. He sat down in front of one. I pulled my chair next to his. He showed me some of the basics of the software he was using to enhance and finish the digital still pictures. It seemed a little complicated at first but I could see changes in the pictures every time he clicked the mouse. He took his time with me so I could absorb the information. I listened intently to everything he said. Derek worked with me for over an hour showing me a few little tricks and do’s and don’ts

“Think you’ve got the hang of it?” He asked.

“I think I’ve got a good idea how it works” I replied. 

I was lieing through my teeth and Derek knew it. We both laughed. We switched chairs and I sat down in front of the monitor. Derek had set up some digital material for me to practice on so I wouldn’t have a catastrophe right off. I clicked on several of the icons and moved the mouse around but wasn’t having any luck getting the program to cooperate. He tried talking me through it but I was still having problems. Derek put his hand on mine and started guiding me to the icons and then over to the digital picture. I tensed at first when he touched me but quickly relaxed when I saw the picture changing. I got a really big smile on my face when I got the results I was looking for. Derek kept his hand on mine. He hands were warm and gentle. I liked his hand resting on top of mine. We worked for about thirty minutes on several pictures, mostly pictures of buildings and a few landscape shots. 

The phone rang and Derek went to answer it. He came back a few minutes later. I could always tell where he was by the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floors. Derek stood behind me and watched me go through several pictures. I was really getting the hang of it. He complimented me on my skill and quick improvement. I rejoiced inwardly, thanking him. Derek asked if I wanted another cup of coffee. I told him I had enough and excused myself to use one of the bathrooms. When I returned Derek was on the telephone with one of his models. I surmised he was scheduling a session for later this morning.

“I’ve got a final interview with a new model in about an hour. I need you to be present. Do you mind?”

I shook my head “no” I didn’t mind at all. I’d be happy to help anyway I could. My reply made him smile. I continued working on the computer, having a lot of fun working with the program. I heard Derek walk down the steps and then come back up. I figured he gone down to unlock the door. He entered the computer lab watched me for awhile before going upstairs to his apartment. I could hear him walking around above me.

I heard someone enter the building and begin climbing the stairs to the second floor. I left the computer and hurried across the studio to see who it was. I heard Derek’s footsteps coming down from his apartment, wondering why he just didn’t use the elevator.

A young lady, I’d say about my age, was standing in the reception area when I got there.  She introduced herself and said she had an appointment with Derek. She was very good looking, dressed very casual in tight jeans and a cropped top t-shirt. She was very sexy; I’ll have to say that. She looked like a model.

Derek entered the office area and the two shook hands. Derek directed her into the studio and motioned for me to follow. I followed the two of them as they walked toward one of the dressing rooms. Derek gave her some instructions and closed the door. Derek and I walked back to the center of the room waiting for the young girl to come out. The girl came out of the dressing room wearing a skimpy bikini, her breasts barely covered. I bit my lip as I watched her saunter across the floor to us. She had high heels on and they clicked as she walked. Derek walked over to a nearby table and picked up one of the cameras. He motioned for her to some casual poses on a large platform covered with drapery. She struck a few poses, moving around and having to adjust the top of her bikini a couple of times. I stood there with my arms crossed watching Derek shoot the pictures of her.

“OK, let’s do one more outfit.” Derek requested.

The girl walked back to the dressing room. When she closed the door, Derek asked me what I thought of her. I didn’t really know what to say so I just made the remark that she was very beautiful and sexy. He didn’t react to my statement. The girl came back out of the dressing room again. This time she was just wearing panties and bra. Derek motioned towards the platform again and he shot a short series of pictures.

“OK, that should do it for that outfit”. He told her.  The girl stood up and unhooked her bra, slipping it off. She tossed it to the edge of the platform. My eyes bulged a little watching her be so nonchalant about exposing her breasts. She hooked her fingers in the elastic of the panties and pushed them down her legs. She stepped out of them, tossing them on top of the bra. She struck a few poses while Derek shot a few pictures. She’d shaven all her pubic hair off. It allowed us to see a full view of her pussy. I bit my lip as I watched her pose and spread her legs. She cupped her breasts and played with her nipples till they became erect. She put her foot up on the platform and put her hand down between her legs. It looked like she might have even been playing with herself. She had her eyes almost closed. I was frozen not able to move as I watched her. Derek told her he’d shot enough pictures, she could get dressed. She walked past us towards the dressing room. I could almost feel the heat radiating off her body. Maybe it was my body that was radiating, not hers. Derek pulled the little blue media chip out of the camera and put it in his shirt pocket. He looked over at me standing with my arms still folded. I must have looked a little flushed. He asked if I was alright. I told him I was fine, never better. The girl came out of the dressing room, fully dressed and walked over to us. Derek thanked her for coming in and told her we’d be getting in touch with her within the next couple of days. She shook hands again and I walked her to the top of the steps. She turned and smiled at me, thanking me for taking the time to photograph her. I went back into the studio as the girl started down the steps. Everything had been so casual, so nonchalant, I was totally amazed. 

“Time for something to eat.” Derek announced. “I’m getting hungry, how about you?” 

I hadn’t realized the morning had passed so quickly. I agreed with Derek, eating something sounded good. We walked down the steps then towards the little corner café we’d been in yesterday. We even sat at the same table in the café. We talked about the software program I was working with and a few other programs I would need to learn. I was curious about his working with models but didn’t want to ask questions in case it was something not my business.

After lunch we left the café but headed farther up the street instead of back to the studio. We stopped in at a little hardware store and Derek pulled a handfull of keys from his pocket giving them to the clerk to have duplicated. 

“You’ll need these to let yourself in if I’m not there when you show up in the mornings.” He informed me.

Derek paid for the keys and purchased a key fob to put them on. I thanked him and slipped the keys in my handbag.

We walked back up the street towards the studio, stopping to look in the windows at a little pet shop with puppies in the window. We tapped on the glass and they jumped up at us. It was a great afternoon. 

The rest of the afternoon I spent answering the phone, getting acclimated with the office and going over Derek’s schedule. Derek was in the storage area repairing some props. I walked through the studio, noticing the panties and bra left on the platform. I picked them up and asked Derek what he wanted to do with them. He told me there was a laundry hamper in the clothes storage room; I could toss them in there. Before tossing them in the hamper I checked them out. They were lacy, very sexy, probably not very cheap either, I thought. Nothing I could really afford.



New Job: New Beginning Ch. 02



It was 5:00 before I realized it.  The day had passed so quickly, but Derek and I had gotten a lot accomplished.  I strode back to the storage room where Derek was still working.  I told him the time and I was leaving for the day.  He told me to have a nice evening and he’d see me tomorrow.  I said “good night” not really anxious to leave.

I drove home slowly, well below the speed limit.  I wasn’t anxious to get home and see what kind of mood Dan was in.  I drove past the garage, it was already closed, Dan’s truck was gone.  I pulled up to our apartment and noticed Dan’s truck wasn’t there either.  I decided to go over to Mom’s and visit with her, not really wanting to be alone.  

Mom was fixing herself something to eat so I sat at the kitchen table and talked while she tended to the stove.  I told her about the model walking around naked in front of us.  She thought it was a little funny that I might be offended.  

“People walk around naked all the time, Hon,” She stated.  “Nothing wrong with that.”

I told her I wasn’t offended, just a little shocked at how casual Derek and the model were about it.  I’d get used to it, it would just take awhile to adjust to seeing people naked around me.  I spent about thirty minutes with Mom then told her I’d better get home and fix Dan something for dinner.  He’d be pissed if he had to go hungry a little longer than usual.

Dan’s truck was still not at our apartment when I got home.  I walked into the apartment and got some ground chuck out to fix meatloaf.  Dan liked meatloaf; at least he said he did.  I prepared dinner but ended up eating alone.  Dan came in about 9:00.  He didn’t say anything, just grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.  He’d been home before me and changed clothes.  He wasn’t wearing the uniform he usually wore at the garage.  He was all cleaned up, even shaven.  I tried to put the thought out of my mind but I knew he was up to something or someone.

I sat across from him, trying to start a conversation.  He wasn’t in the mood to talk.  We watched TV for awhile, then I went off to bed.  I heard Dan on the phone talking to someone but I couldn’t make out the conversation.  He was talking loud enough for me to hear him clearly.  I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the work tomorrow.

I woke up early and put on some coffee.  While the coffee brewed, I showered, fixed my hair and put on my make-up.  Dan was still asleep.  I didn’t bother to wake him.  I got dressed and poured myself a hot cup of coffee.  I woke Dan up so he wouldn’t be late for work.  His father was always on him about showing up late for work.  

I drove to Pueblo, my mood becoming better the closer I got to the city.  I pulled into the garage, parked the car and walked over to the elevator.  Derek’s truck was gone so I figured I’d be alone in the studio for awhile.  There were some messages on the phone recorder, I jotted down the phone numbers and messages so Derek could go through them when he returned.  I put on some coffee and returned to my desk.  The phone rang so I answered it.  It was Derek.  He was running some errands, saying he’d be back at the studio around noon.  He asked me to be sure and unlock the front door.  I worked on enhancing and finalizing some pictures.  I was getting well acquainted with the software.  I answered the phone several times.  Most of the calls were from girls looking for modeling jobs.  I took their phone numbers and told them I’d make sure Derek called them back.

I heard Derek’s pickup pull into the garage below.  The elevator started and I heard it slowly lower to the garage level.  A short time later Derek, walked into the computer lab and asked how I was doing.  I showed him what I’d done and he really seemed impressed.  I told him about the phone messages and the girls who’d called about modeling jobs.  I’d put the messages on the desk in his office.  He said he go through them sometime this afternoon.

Derek handed me a media chip from a digital camera.  

“Here, copy these off the chip and work on them.  Do some cropping, contrast work and color enhancement.”  He said.  “Let’s see how they come out.”

I took the chip and downloaded the files onto the computer.  Putting the originals on a cd for safekeeping.  The files were pictures of the girl he’d photographed yesterday.  I had to admit she was quite beautiful and sexy.  I worked extensively with each picture, making comparisons and slight adjustments that I thought made the picture look better.  I spent most of the day on the pictures, just taking time for lunch.  I’d brought something to eat from home.  It was getting too expensive to have lunch at the café every day.  With the microwave I could heat it up.  

While I was working with the nude pictures of the young model, Derek walked in and stood behind me.  I felt a little intimidated at first, looking at her pictures with Derek.  Derek pulled up a chair and sat beside me.  I could smell his aftershave; it was very aromatic but not strong.  Derek watched me work on each detail of the pictures one at a time.  He never said a word, never making a suggestion or complaint.  When I got done with a few of them, I asked him what he thought, hoping for a compliment or at least a suggestion.  He told me I was doing great.  He liked the results I was getting from his original pictures.  I got a big smile on my face, loving the comment he’d made.  

My eyes were getting a little tired; Derek suggested I take a break.  There was some cold ice tea in the kitchenette’s refrigerator.  He opened a can for me and one for himself pouring them into plastic cups.  We sat in the office area and talked.  I mentioned he had some modeling sessions scheduled for the next day, which was Friday.  We got to talking about modeling and who he’d hire and who he wouldn’t hire.  Single girls with jealous boyfriends topped his list of “don’t hires”.  Most of his models were married women and college girls from the surrounding areas.  I asked about the girl from yesterday’s session, figuring she was a college girl.

“Jenny, no.  She’s married with a little baby.”  He corrected me.  “She’s a sales clerk in one of the stores at the strip mall north of town.”

We talked more about models and how short their job span was.  I never take more than a few thousand pictures of any one model.  They make good money modeling for me so they’re happy.  I asked how much they got paid, knowing I probably shouldn’t have.  I was just curious.  Derek told me it was strictly by the hour and depended on what kind of modeling they were doing.  Nude modeling paid much more than regular clothing or swimsuit modeling.  He stated that a lot of the girls just modeled for the fun of it more than the money.  They probably just considered the money a bonus for their time.  I was running numbers through my head figuring what the girls were making per session.  The money was definitely good.

Derek excused himself to make some phone calls and I went back to the computer to work on more pictures of Jenny.  The more I looked at the pictures and the poses, the more I thought it was something I could probably do.  I was thinking about the money though and not the experience or fun of it.  When you don’t have money, it seems like that’s all you think about.  I finally finished the pictures, there were almost thirty pictures altogether.  I copied them to a cd for backup.  

I walked into Derek’s office; he was working on one of the digital cameras.  It was the type that took a floppy disk.  The disk wouldn’t release, it was stuck in the camera.  He was having a time with it.  He was getting exasperated, about to give up on it for awhile.  I picked it up and slid a letter opener in the slot.  I felt it catch on something about halfway in.  I mentioned it to Derek and he took the letter opener and tried to see if he could see anything.  The disk had separated and was jammed in the camera.  We managed to pry on it enough to get it to eject.  We both did a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.   

I liked working with Derek, he was nice, thoughtful and a gentleman.  I wasn’t used to being around a guy like that.  I found myself attracted to him, but I was married, although not happily.  I brushed my skirt down, a gesture I did when I was a little nervous.

“How did the final pictures of Jenny come out?” He asked.

“Fine, I think they turned out really well”.  I replied.  “Jenny’s a very good model”.

I stood there wanting to ask something but afraid of the answer he might give me.  I finally thought I’d ease into the question a little at a time.  I asked him how difficult it was to be a model.  He discussed the pros and cons of getting in with the right people and most photographers had their preferences on what they looked for in a model.  I nodded my head acknowledging his answer.  He asked if I was asking for someone I had in mind, who was interested in modeling.  I told him no, I was just curious.

“Curious for yourself, you mean?” He questioned.

“Oh no, not me.  I don’t think I could ever do photographic modeling.”  I exclaimed.

Derek just smiled.  He picked up one of the digital cameras from his desk and motioned for me to follow him.  I walked beside him into the studio.  He pulled the drapery fabric off the platform.  It was carpeted underneath.  He motioned for me to sit down on the platform and turn sideways.  I hesitated for an instance then did as he instructed.  I sat sideways on the platform.  He told me to straighten up my back and sit up real straight.  I smiled as the camera flashed.  Derek then instructed me to put on foot up on the platform.  My skirt rode up my leg quite a bit as I struck the pose.  I smiled and Derek took another picture.  He told me to hold still and he moved around towards my back.  I looked over my shoulder and smiled.  The camera flashed another picture.  

Derek had me standing and kneeling on the platform.  I enjoyed it, finding it fairly easy to work under his direction.  Derek asked me to lie down on the platform on my tummy.  I had a time adjusting my skirt so Derek put the camera down and came to my aid.  Instead of pulling the skirt down, he pulled it up about halfway up my thighs.  I was a little uncomfortable but I didn’t object.  I smiled at him and he took several pictures of me.  He complimented me on how good I was doing.  I blushed a little but his sincerity gave me a lot of confidence.  I felt at ease with him taking pictures of me.  

“OK, let’s try something a little more daring, shall we?”  Dan declared.

He looked at me for a response.  I smiled and said sure I was game.  I felt a little bold saying it.  Derek asked me to unbutton the top couple of button on my blouse and pull the collar open a bit.  My fingers undid the buttons; I didn’t seem a bit nervous about doing it.  I sat back down on the platform and leaned back against its next level.  Derek shot quite a few pictures of me from different angles.  I did look down to make sure my bra wasn’t showing though.  Derek was smiling and having me move my arms a little.  First one way then another.  The camera kept taking pictures.  I was having a good time.  

Derek set the camera down and had me lay flat on my back with one arm above my head.  He unbuttoned another button on my blouse, exposing a little of my white bra underneath.  I bit my lip trying not to object.  He raised on leg up bending it at the knee till my foot was flat on the platform.  My skirt rode up my leg quite a bit.  I looked down to see Derek push the hem of my skirt up even higher.  I tensed as he smoothed my skirt.  He walked over and picked up the camera.  I smiled and he shot a few pictures.  He put a ladder next to the platform and climbed it to the top.  I looked up at him and smiled as he shot more pictures.  He had me look off to the side and he shot a couple more pictures.  He climbed back down the ladder and placed the camera on the table.  I raised myself up figuring he was done.  I buttoned my blouse and smoothed the skirt down my legs.  

“Let see how they came out”.  Derek said.  

He pulled the chip from the camera and we headed for the computer room.  He handed me the chip and I put it in the computer.  I offloaded the pictures onto the hard drive.  I was anxious to see how they came out.  The first pictures came out great.  Derek remarked on how well I photographed.  I got to the last of the pictures where my legs were showing a lot and my blouse was open.  The pictures were super nice.  I looked sexy although I appeared to be smiling a bit too much.  The overhead shots were great too.  My bra showed but I didn’t get upset about it.  Derek complimented me on my long legs.  I thanked him for the compliment without blushing.  I felt good about myself.  It showed in the pictures Derek had taken of me.  I thought I’d run them through the software program and enhance them later, on my own time.

The rest of the afternoon I helped Derek prepare for the next day’s modeling sessions.  He picked out some clothing he wanted one of the models to wear and I put them in the dressing room.  We moved some props in and scooted the large platform out of the way.  Derek made sure he had enough media chips ready to cover both sessions.  It was just about 5:00 when we got done.  Derek went down the steps and locked the front door.  I asked him if he minded if I stayed over and worked on my pictures.  It would be on my own time, not his of course.  He smiled and said it was fine with him.  He was going upstairs to his apartment and take a short nap.  

I brought the files with my pictures back up and started running them through the software program.  I did extensive detailing on each picture.  I liked the results I was getting.  I saved them back to the hard drive, made a backup on a cd and copied a few onto a floppy disk.  I put the floppy disk in my handbag so I could put them on Mom’s computer.

It was almost 6:30 when I left the studio, a little after 7:00 by the time I got back to the apartment.  Dan’s truck wasn’t in the driveway.  I hadn’t seen it when I passed the garage either.  The apartment was quiet when I entered.  I didn’t bother fixing anything to eat, just fixed myself a sandwich and stretched out on the couch.  I woke up sometime during the night and climbed into bed.  Dan still hadn’t made it home.  I wasn’t going to worry about him either.  He was a big boy, old enough to take care of himself.

I woke up Friday morning, having slept restfully through the night.  I quickly turned to see if Dan was lying beside me.  He wasn’t.  He hadn’t come home last night.  I went through my morning rituals and headed over to the garage to see if he was there.  It was almost 7:00am.  Dan’s father was there, just starting to turn on the lights in the dark garage.  I didn’t see Dan or his truck anywhere.  Dan’s father was a little surprised to see me when I entered the garage.

“Hi.  I’m looking for Dan; he didn’t come home last night.  I’m a little worried about him”.  I stated.

Dan’s dad just rolled his eyes back in his head.  “He didn’t show up for work yesterday, took the whole damn day off!  I ought to fire him but his mother would just make me hire him back.  Besides, I know you two need the money.”

“Do you know where he might be?” I asked.

“Well,…………think he might have another interest………I’m not sure.”  He replied hesitantly.

“Another interest!!  You mean he’s got a girlfriend?”  Having a hard time saying it.

“Some lady, a lot older, she’s been stopping by.  They seem to talk a lot.”  He wanted to say more but he held back.

I bit my lower lip, my eyes starting to tear up.  I turned and hurried out of the building.  I drove out of town heading east on the highway to Pueblo.  I was driving well over the speed limit.  It took me about halfway to Pueblo before I settled down and slowed down.  I pulled into the studio garage, got out and slammed the car door so hard it jarred back open.  I rode the elevator up to the second floor.  Derek was just heading down the steps to unlock the front door.

“Hi Hon.” He shouted at me.  I was too upset to answer his greeting.

By the time Derek had returned to the second floor I was out in the studio pouring a cup of fresh coffee.  I heard Derek’s footsteps approaching behind me.  He stopped about ten foot from me.

“You want to talk?” He asked softly.

I shook my head no and sat down in one of the chairs next to the table.  I thought I was going to get sick, I was shaking.  Derek picked up his coffee and sat down next to me, not saying anything.  I sat there in silence for awhile, feeling a little better, getting over the shakes.

Derek took my hand in his, holding it firm but gently.  I didn’t try to pull my hand away, his touch calming me even more.  We sat there in silence for at least ten minutes, his hand never leaving mine.  He didn’t ask any questions, just held my hand.

“Well, the first model will be here in about thirty minutes, I need to make sure we’re ready.  OK.”  Derek’s voice breaking the silence.     

I nodded my head and walked back to the receptionist’s area.  I finished my coffee, hearing heavy footsteps on the stairway.  I was a little surprised to see a very handsome young man in his mid-twenties smiling at me.  He was carrying a gym bag over his shoulder.  He introduced himself and said Derek was expecting him.  Derek entered the office area and the two shook hands.

Derek introduced us.  “Bryan, this is Sheila, my new receptionist.  Sheila, this is Bryan.” 

I said hi again and the two went into the large studio.  I guess it never dawned on me that Derek might photograph male models as well as female models.  I started going through the filing cabinets straightening some of the folders up.  I had one drawer almost completed.

“Sheila, would you bring me back a model release form?” Derek shouted.

I grabbed the pad of forms from the corner of my desk and walked into the studio.  I was a little surprised.  Bryan had gotten undressed; he was just wearing skimpy white briefs.  The white material set off by his dark tan.  He was muscular but not like a body builder.  His leg and arm muscles were very pronounced.  I tried not to stare but I wanted to get a good look.

“Bryan, I’ll need you to fill out and sign one of the forms.”  Derek informed him.

The model release forms were three-part forms, one for the model, the other two for our records.  I stood next to Bryan while he filled out the form.  My eyes glanced towards his crotch.  He had a nice bulge; I bit my lip to keep from smiling.  When Bryan completed the form I pulled it apart and handed Bryan his copy.  

Walking back to my area, the thought struck me, wondering if he might be gay.  I kind of hoped he wasn’t.  I worked on the file cabinets for awhile.  I thought I’d go back to the studio and get myself a cup of coffee, maybe steal another look at Bryan in his briefs.  For some reason I was feeling a little inquisitive this morning.

I walked across the studio to the table with the coffee maker on it.  Derek was alone in the studio.  I didn’t see Bryan.  I poured myself a cup of coffee, asking Derek if he’d like one.  He said yes and asked me to pour Bryan one too.  I poured two cups of coffee for the guys, putting a little cream in Derek’s.  Derek came over to the table as I handed it to him.  Bryan came out of the dressing room.  He wasn’t wearing the white briefs; he wasn’t wearing anything but a smile.  I quickly looked away, afraid if I looked at him I’d start staring.  Derek handed Bryan his coffee.  

I started to walk back to the office area but Bryan asked me how I liked working for Derek.  I had to turn to face him to answer him.  I tried to just look at his face but my eyes took in everything.  I almost dropped my coffee cup.  God, he was magnificent I thought, a perfect male body!  I told him I loved the job and Derek was a great boss.  I meant it sincerely; it was just how I felt.  Bryan and Derek both smiled at my answer.  I got one last good look, then turned and hurried to the office area.  The phone rang several times.  I informed the callers that Derek was presently doing a session but I’d have him call them back later on.  




New Job: New Beginning Ch. 02



I glimpsed into the studio a couple of times watching Derek photograph Bryan.  I didn’t want Derek to see me watching so I had to be careful.  Bryan was posed with his back to me so he couldn’t see me peeking.  He turned briefly towards me but was looking at me by the doorway.  He was rock hard, his magnificent cock fully erect.  He put on foot up on the platform and leaned over a little.  I froze at the sight he presented.  I felt waves of heat traveling up my body towards my face.  I couldn’t take my eyes off him.  I stood there for a minute or two before going back to sit at my desk.  

“That’s it.  That should be enough for this session.” I heard Derek tell Bryan.

“Sheila.”  Derek shouted.

I jumped up from behind the desk and walked into the studio.  Derek was removing the media chip from the camera.  He handed it to me along with two other chips he‘d used.  Bryan was standing there, still erect.  I tried not to look his way, it was an effort.  Bryan walked towards the dressing room; I caught a quick glance at his cute butt.  It looked very taut.  I waited till he disappeared into the dressing room, then went into the computer lab placing the chips next to one of the computers.  I stood there for a minute or two, regaining my composure, getting my breathing back to normal.

I walked back to Derek.  He was preparing for the next modeling session.  He smiled as I approached.  “Feeling better?” He inquired.

“Yes, I feel better, just not myself this morning.”  I said apologetically causing him to smile.

Bryan came out of the dressing room, fully dressed.  He was a very neat dresser; the thought just came to me.  We walked out to the receptionist’s area and I walked behind the desk.  Derek said he’d get a check out to him later on in the day.  Bryan thanked him and waved as he proceeded down the stairs.  I waved back at him.  

When we heard the heavy door shut behind Bryan as he left the building, Derek turned to me.

“Ten!” he said.

“Ten…….. Oh, you mean he’s a “ten?”  I asked a little puzzled.

Derek walked back towards the studio then turned and said.  “No ten…………like in inches!”

My face blushed at his statement.

“I saw you catching glimpses of him during the session.”  Derek declared.

I didn’t know what to say.  I started to apologize but Derek just grinned at me.

“It’s alright.  Why didn’t you just come into the studio and watch?  Bryan wouldn’t have minded.”  

I was relieved Derek wasn’t upset with me.  I went back to working on straightening up the files but the images of Bryan keeping popping up in my mind.  God, he had a magnificent body I kept thinking.  Derek was moving all the props towards one side of the studio.  I saw him pushing a bright yellow motorcycle, a chopper; towards the large drapery he’d left hanging.  I hadn’t seen it sitting in the studio, realizing I must have walked right by it several times.  He and the owner had brought it up on the elevator last evening.

“Where did that come from?” I asked.

“It belongs to a friend of mine, he bought it as an investment.  He never rides it, afraid he‘ll wreck it I guess.  I’m using it in the next session.  I may need your help moving it around during the session.”  Derek informed me.

I told him I’d be more than happy to help.  My statement brought a big smile to his face.  

The phone rang.  It was Amy, the model for the next session.  She said her babysitter backed out on her at the last minute and she wouldn’t be able to make this morning’s session.  She apologized and said she hoped Derek wouldn’t be too mad at her.  I told her I’d let Derek know.

I walked back into the studio.  Derek was wiping off the motorcycle.  The chrome sparkled with the studio lights shining on it.  

“Bad news!  That was Amy on the phone.  Her babysitter backed out on her.  She can’t make the session this morning.”  I told him.

I waited for him to blow up at the news but he kept his cool.  He was disappointed, I could tell but he didn’t throw a fit or go into a rage.  

“Well, crap, now what am I going to do?”  Derek muttered.  “The guy’s coming back later on to pick his bike up.  Guess I’ll have to see if I can talk him into lending it to me some other time”.  

I suggested he let me try and phone some of the other models on the Rolodex and see if any of them could make the session.  He paused thinking about it.

“Nah, I don’t like doing that”.  He finally answered.  “I don’t like doing things that way.  It’s not very professional”.

I couldn’t come up with any other ideas.  I was at a loss for words.  I walked back to my office.  Derek came out a little while later.  He walked over and sat down in one of the chairs across from me.

“I just got one heck of an idea!”  He exclaimed smiling.  “Why don’t you do the session?  I know you can do it.  You’d be great!”

I was a little shocked at his suggestion.  I looked at him to see if he was kidding.  He wasn’t.  I leaned back in my chair, not sure what to say.  I kind of wanted to but I was a little scared.  

“It’s not nudes is it?” I asked.

“No, absolutely no nudes.  A few bikinis, jeans and halter top, some lingerie.  You’d be perfect.”  He said adding.  “And of course you’d get the regular modeling pay.”

Maybe it was the work “pay” that convinced me to say yes, I’m not sure.  I could use the extra money that’s for sure.

“Ok, I’ll give it a shot.  I won’t promise you the pictures will be any good though”.  I answered.

Derek replied the pictures would be great.  If they weren’t it would be his fault entirely, not mine.  I smiled at his remark.  

I got up from my desk and nervously walked with Derek back to the dressing room.  He pointed to some jeans and a halter-top he wanted to work with first.  He also picked out some white high heel shoes he wanted me to wear.  Derek closed the door to the dressing room.  I could hear his footsteps as he walked across the studio floor.  

I slipped off my skirt, blouse and shoes and put on the outfit.  The halter was a little small but it covered me.  I checked my make-up and hair to make sure I looked my best.  I opened the door and walked out into the studio.  Derek was standing besides the motorcycle.  He told me to get on the chopper and relax for a minute while he adjusted the overhead lighting.  With the lights adjusted, Derek directed me through some poses.  He had me smile in some of the pictures and in others, to look very serious.  I followed his direction and he took picture after picture.  I was enjoying having Derek take photographs of me.  He shot for about twenty minutes.

“Ok, that’s enough of that outfit.  Let’s go with some bikinis”.  He stated.  

I followed Derek into the dressing room and he picked out an orange wet-look bikini for me to wear.  Closing the door behind him, I looked at the skimpy bikini.  I stood there holding it in my hands.  I took off my clothes and slipped the bikini on.  It looked skimpier on than when it was hanging on the hanger.  I checked myself in the full-length mirror to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I did look sexy as hell!

I opened the door of the dressing room and walked out across the studio to the motorcycle.  Derek glanced at me and went back to making some lighting adjustments.  He didn’t stare at me or make any embarrassing remarks.  He was very casual.  It helped me overcome my nervousness.  We shot for about half an hour with me wearing the orange bikini, doing a lot of different poses.  I kept checking myself to make sure I was covered.  I eventually relaxed enough to quit being so self-conscious.  

I changed clothes again, this time we went with a black bikini, not as skimpy as the orange one.  Derek had me put on some thigh high black leather boots.  I looked in the dressing room mirror.  God, I looked so damn sexy, I started to stare at myself.  I walked back out and sauntered over to the chopper, straddling it.  I realized I was gaining a lot of self-confidence.  Derek worked the camera shooting numerous pictures of me in some sexy and provocative poses.  I was really getting into it.

Derek was getting a little tired and suggested we break for some lunch.  I wasn’t really hungry but it sounded like a good idea.  He suggested we call out for pizza instead of me having to get dressed.  The thought of pizza made me hungry.  I readily agreed to the pizza. 

I thought it best to change out of the outfit so I asked Derek what he wanted to photograph me in next.  We walked back into the dressing room and he picked out a bright blue panty and bra set.  It wasn’t see-through but it was just panties and bra.  I almost hesitated but thought what the heck, go for it.  I started changing clothes.  I could hear Derek on the phone calling for pizza from the pizza place up the street from us.

I put on the bright blue panties and bra, checked myself in the mirror, making sure my make-up and hair was at its best.  I was nervous but I wanted Derek to photograph me.  I spotted a short robe in the dressing room so I put it on.  I didn’t want to get pizza on the outfit.  Derek was sitting in my office when I exited the dressing room.  He’d poured us some ice teas and gotten some paper plates and napkins from one of the kitchenette cabinets.  He motioned to the chair next to me.  When I sat down the robe fell open and I started to make a grab to close it.  I decided he was going to see me in the panties and bra later so why bother closing the robe.  Derek talked about how well he thought the session was going.  He paid me a few honest compliments.  I was feeling a lot better, much better than I had this morning.  

The pizza got knocked on the door and Derek ran down the steps to get it.  It was great, lots of cheese and sausage.  We ate and talked for almost an hour.  I brought up the subject of Dan and his not coming home last night and my brief talk with his father this morning.  I suspected he was seeing someone but I couldn’t understand why.  Derek listened intently; he knew I just needed to talk with someone.  He didn’t make any judgement statements, just listened and acknowledged he could understand how I felt.

We finished eating what we wanted and headed back to the studio to finish the modeling session.  I slipped off the robe and tossed it on a chair.  I walked over to the motorcycle and sat on it adjusting my outfit.  Derek picked up the camera and started taking the pictures.  We worked for over an hour and a half.  We took a short break; Derek smoked a couple of cigarettes.  We drank some ice tea and then went back to shooting.  Derek asked me if I minded turning my back to him and removing my bra.  I didn’t hesitate at all.  I turned away from him and unhooked the bra.  I covered my breasts with my hands and tossed it over to him.  I turned back around and Derek shot more pictures with me looking over my shoulder and off to the side.  I didn’t give it a second thought that my breasts were exposed but not to the camera of course.  Derek shot pictures for another hour, some with me facing the camera but with my hands covering my breasts.

“That should do it.  My eyes are getting a little tired,” He said.

I was getting a little tired myself but I didn’t want to say anything.  The modeling had taken my mind off other things and put me in a really good mood.  I walked over to the chair and picked up the robe holding it to me as I made my way to the dressing room.  I got dressed in my own clothes and headed back to the office.  Derek reminded me to fill out and sign a model release form.  I grabbed a pen and filled it out quickly.  I took my copy and put it in my handbag, filing the originals away.  Derek handed me a check for the modeling session.  I looked at it; the amount was more than what it should have been.

“I think you made a mistake on the amount.  This is for almost twice what it should be.” I informed him.

Derek replied.  “You did twice as good as Amy would have done.  You earned every penny”.  

I thanked him for the check and his compliments.  I wanted to kiss him but I resigned myself from being so bold.  Derek filled out another check; it was for Bryan’s session.  He asked me to be sure and get it out in today’s mail.  Derek picked up the media chips he’d used, more than what he’d shot during Bryan’s session and headed for the computer room.  I worked on some typing that needed to get done.  It was getting late in the afternoon and I didn’t want to leave it till Monday.  Derek came back into the office about 4:30 and asked what I had planned for Saturday.  I thought for a minute he was going to ask me out.

I told him my mother and I were planning on coming back over to Pueblo tomorrow sometime and do some shopping.  I needed to get some clothes for work and we were going to hit a couple of the malls.  Derek said he and some friends were going to be at one of the local nightclubs tomorrow evening, a place called the “Rocky Road”.  He said it was a nice club; live music and the drinks were reasonable.  He suggested Mom and I stop in and enjoy ourselves if we were in town that late.  I told him I’d mention it to my mother and see what she thought about the idea, I thought it sounded great.

I left a little before 5:00 heading for the post office and then the bank to cash the modeling fee check.  I needed the extra cash for tomorrow’s shopping trip.



New Job: New Beginning Ch. 03



It was a little before 6:00 when I got back to town. I slowed down going past the service garage to see if Dan might be there. I spotted his truck sitting out close to the road. I pulled into the lot noticing a for sale sign in the window of the truck. I pulled up to the building but Dan’s father had already closed the business for the evening. I walked out to the truck to see if there really was a sign stuck in the windshield. It was a for sale sign, the garage’s phone number listed at the bottom. 

I quickly drove home to find out what the hell was going on. Dan wasn’t at the apartment, not many of his clothes were either. The closet doors were wide open and there were a lot of empty hangers. I checked the bathroom and he’d pretty much cleaned out the medicine cabinet too. I noticed a note on the kitchen table. I could tell by the terrible hand writing it was from Dan. It was brief. He said he was going out of town for a few weeks and he’d be back sometime to get the rest of his clothes. He didn’t say where he was going or with whom. I crumpled up the note tossing it into the trashcan. I didn’t cry, I wasn’t going to let the news get the best of me. Fuck him!

I drove over to Mom’s. She was eating dinner. She knew by the look on my face that something was wrong. I told her about seeing Dan’s truck at the garage with the for sale sign in it and the note I’d found on the kitchen table. It was pretty all pretty obvious.

Mom offered to share dinner with me but I couldn’t eat anything. She asked me about work and I told her about the male model, Bryan. She kidded me saying I should have called her in case Derek needed any help. I laughed at her remark. I was hesitant to tell her about me modeling for Derek with the motorcycle but I figured she wouldn’t object to me modeling. I went through the whole scenario about the scheduled model not being able to make it. I described what I’d worn, not telling her about the blue panty and bra outfit. I thought that might upset her. I did tell her about getting the modeling fee check, that excited her. She asked if I was going to turn “pro”. I just told her it was for fun and to help Derek out. 

We decided to keep our plans alive for tomorrow’s shopping trip. I told her about Derek mentioning the “Rocky Road” nightclub. She agreed, it sounded like we should stop in and check it out. 

“Maybe I’ll get lucky!” She said, laughing.

I watched TV with mom till later in the evening. I drove back to the apartment and went to bed. I wasn’t really sleepy, just tired. Saturday morning I got up and cleaned the apartment. Dan had thrown things everywhere, it was a mess. After getting things put back, I stretched out on the couch, dosing off. 

I woke up when I heard loud knocking at the door. It was my mother; she’d been trying to call me on the phone. I didn’t hear the phone ring, it wasn’t working. Mom looked at the wall jack, the phone cord had been yanked out. Dan must have jerked it out of the plug, either drunk or in a rage. I was able to get the little plug out of the wall socket. I mentioned to Mom to remind me to get another cord while we were shopping. I showered and got dressed, putting on my make-up and fixing my hair. Mom had gone to the local beauty salon during the afternoon and gotten her hair done. She looked nice.

I drove Mom’s car to Pueblo since it’s a lot roomier than mine. We hit one of the malls and bought some things, including a new phone cord. Mom talked me into going into one of those upscale lingerie stores. I picked up a few things, not out of necessity, more out of treating myself to something nice. Mom bought some new shoes; I picked up another pair of high heels. I only had the one pair. I didn’t want Derek to think that’s the only pair I had. We ate in the food court, I felt a little more like eating this evening. It was almost 9:00pm and we were both tired from shopping. We decided we’d go over by the “Rocky Road” and see what it was like.

I knew about were the club was in the old historic district so we didn’t have much trouble finding it. Most of the little shops on the block were already closed so we were able to park close by. Mom checked herself in the visor mirror; I had to grin at her primping. We locked the car and walked towards the club. It was a little crowded but there were a few tables open. The band was just warming up. They were introducing themselves and doing sound checks. I pointed to a table that looked available. 


We were making our way through the people when I spotted Derek sitting at a table with some of his friends. He jumped up and waved us over. I waved back acknowledging I’d seen him. We made our way to his table. There was another couple and a middle-age man sitting with him. Derek was smiling as we approached. He introduced us to his friends. I introduced my mother to them. Derek wanted us to join him and his friends. They all seemed very nice. I sat next to Derek. Mom sat next to Kenny, a nice looking guy with salt and paper hair. He was the sales manager for one of the local car dealerships. He looked close to my mother’s age and he was very friendly. The waitress asked us for our drink order; I didn’t know what to ask for. Mom asked for a beer, I figured I’d just get a soft drink. Derek noticed I was at a loss for words so he ordered me a glass of red wine. I smiled at him for bailing me out. He said I’d like the wine, it wasn’t real alcoholic. The waitress returned with the drinks and I took a sip of the wine. It tasted great so I took another sip. I was thirsty but I didn’t want to gulp it down. 

The band started out with some fairly fast dance music but only a few couple took to the dance floor. After a few songs, they slowed the tempo down and more couples took to the floor. Kenny asked Mom to dance, she readily agreed. Mom always loved to dance, my dad hated it. Kenny put both his hands at Mom’s waist; Mom put her arms on his shoulders. He pulled her close in to him. Mom looked like she was really having a good time. She was smiling and laughing as they danced. The other couple sitting with us took to the dance floor, leaving Derek and me alone at the table. Derek asked me how my day had gone. I just talked about the shopping, not mentioning what I’d found when I got back home the evening before. 

“You sure you’re alright?” He asked. “You seem a little down.”

I told him I was just a little tired from not sleeping and all the shopping. Derek took my hand in his and put it under the table. We watched Kenny and Mom dance several dances. Mom had her head on Kenny’s shoulder, her were closed. She was having a good time, I was happy seeing her enjoy herself.

“We might have to keep a close eye on those two.” Derek kidded.

“Yep, Mom might try to take advantage of him!” I kidded back. 

Although it was amusing, it almost looked like it could happen. They looked good dancing together. He continued holding Mom firmly at the waist and she was glued right to him.  

The music stopped briefly and Mom and Kenny returned to the table. Kenny mentioned that Derek had told him about me doing the modeling session with the chopper instead of the model. I blushed saying I hoped the pictures didn’t turn out too awfully bad.

“They didn’t. They were great. Better than great.” Derek stated. “I worked on them all day to get them done.”

I squeezed Derek’s hand when made the compliment. It was my way of saying “thank you”. Derek noticed it and he gave me a gentle squeeze in return.

Kenny said he couldn’t wait to see them. It was his motorcycle we’d used for the shoot. I hadn’t realized that, till he mentioned it. He’d stopped by the studio and picked it up that morning. Kenny mentioned that even though it was his pride and joy but he was thinking about selling it. He worried something would happen to it and he’d have to deal with the insurance company on a settlement.

The music started again and Derek asked me to dance. I hadn’t danced since high school. I warned him it had been awhile. We got on the dance floor; Derek pulled me in close to him. We danced very slow, seemed like we were barely moving. I loved the aftershave cologne he always wore. I put my face up close to his neck and breathed it in. I felt great having Derek hold me close. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. We danced through quite a few songs. I didn’t even recall hearing the music. Just kind of drifted off to my own little world in Derek’s arms.

The band took a short break, Derek and I returned to our table. We spotted Bryan enter the club, escorting a middle aged woman. She looked about twenty years older than him. Derek looked at Kenny and they both grinned.

“Looks like ole Bryan’s opening up another bank account.” Kenny smarted.

Derek nodded his head in agreement. I asked what that meant and Kenny informed us that Bryan preferred older women, women with money or high social status in the area. 

“He’s trying to break into the business.” Derek informed us.

“The business, you mean modeling?” I asked.

Kenny started to answer in detail but Derek interrupted him. He said he’d explain it to me himself another time. Mom was checking Bryan and his lady friend out. I could just imagine what was running through her mind. I’d told her about Bryan being a “ten”. Mom just smiled and sipped her beer. Kenny put his arm around Mom and she scooted her chair closer to his. I just hoped he was single; it hadn’t been brought up during the evening’s conversation. Derek and I danced again through several slow songs. Mom and Kenny seemed too engrossed with each other to leave the table. I hoped Mom wasn’t letting Kenny’s attentions overcome her better judgment.

It was almost Midnight. I mentioned to Mom we probably should be heading back home. Mom agreed it wasn’t a bad idea. Kenny asked Mom if he could call her some time and maybe the two of them could go out for dinner. Mom smiled and wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper. Kenny gave Mom one of his business card from the dealerships, writing his home phone number down on the back of it. Mom seemed a little reluctant to see the evening end. I hated for it to end too. Derek seemed so close to me, I loved his hand holding mine.

We all stepped out onto the sidewalk, it was practically deserted. Derek had his arm around my waist.

“I’ve got a great idea.” He said. “Since it’s so late and you’ve got a ways to drive home, why don’t you spend the night at my place. You can drive home in the morning.”

I was a little stunned at his idea. I didn’t think it was such a good idea. I started to make some sort of dumb excuse. 

Kenny chimed in. “Sounds like a good idea. We won’t have to worry about something happening to you two on the highway.”

I looked at Mom, she nodded to me. Kenny was holding her from the behind. I knew she wanted to stay overnight at Derek’s. 

“OK, but we don’t have anything to sleep in.” I answered.

“I’ll find you two something to sleep in.” Derek quickly replied.

Mom and I drove over to the studio. Derek rode with Kenny. He was driving one of those new Corvette convertibles. Mom was smiling as I drove. We pulled into the garage area behind Derek and Kenny. All of us got on the elevator and rode it to the third floor. It was the first time I’d seen Derek’s apartment. 

Derek flipped on some light switches and the apartment lit up with soft lighting in various areas. It was almost completely open except for a couple of partitioned rooms. There was an elevated platform with a huge bed on it surrounded by a railing. It was gorgeous, a bachelor’s dream apartment, I thought. Kenny excused himself to use the bathroom. Mom and I drifted around the apartment looking out the front windows onto the deserted street below. Just the streetlights were lit. The apartment had a great view of the historic district. Derek went to the open kitchen area and put on some coffee. Kenny came out of the bathroom. I needed to use it so I got in before anyone else had a chance. The bathroom was huge; the shower was large enough for a group of people! I checked my make-up and hair, just out of habit I guess.

Kenny and Mom were standing in the kitchen waiting on the coffee to finish brewing. They were whispering to each other so I left them have their privacy. Mom seemed to really like the guy. Derek had turned on the television and was surfing through the channels. 

“Kenny is single, isn’t he?” I asked Derek.

“Divorced,………… several years ago.” He answered.

I felt relieved knowing Mom wasn’t getting too enamored with someone who might be married. I didn’t want her getting hurt. It had taken her a long time to get over dad divorcing her. I felt I was about to find out what it was like. I figured it was over between Dan and me, just have to wait and see what would happen.

Derek found a movie on the TV and motioned me over to the circular sectional. We sat down next to each other. Derek put his arm around me pulling me close. The warmth of his body helping me relaxed. Kenny and Mom brought the coffee in. It tasted great, washing the wine taste from my mouth. Kenny and Mom sat across from us. We sat in silence watching to movie. Well Derek watched the movie, I more or less watched Kenny and Mom kissing. I was a little embarrassed when they started kissing but I got used to it. Kenny wasn’t trying anything with Mom, just kissing. Derek didn’t seem to pay any attention to the two. I switched my attention to the television and concentrated on the movie, and of course, Derek’s arm around me. 

The movie ended. Kenny said he should be going but maybe he’d catch her before Mom and I left in the morning. Mom walked him to the elevator. I could hear them whispering and occasionally laughing. The elevator descended back to the garage level. Mom came back over the sectional and picked up hers and Kenny’s coffee cups. She put them in the kitchen. When she returned she said she was really tired and thought she’d head for bed. Derek told her too wait a second and he’d get her something to sleep in. He ran down the stairs to the second floor studio.

“So, what did you think of Kenny?” Mom asked.

“He seems nice, very nice.” I answered. “What did you think of him?” 

Mom just got a really big smile on her face. I could tell she really liked him. I just hoped she didn’t get hurt if a relationship were to develop between her and Kenny. 

Derek came running back up the steps. He handed Mom a beautiful nightgown, nothing see-through. He gave me a long, oversized shirt to sleep in. Derek directed us down the hallway to a bedroom and turned on the lights. It had a queen size bedroom suite in it. We thanked him for letting us stay overnight.

“Why don’t you change and come on back out to the livingroom?” He asked. 

I nodded my head and said I’d be out shortly. Mom slipped on her nightgown and got into bed. I slipped off my clothes and put on the oversized shirt. The sleeves were way too long so I just turned the cuffs up a few times. I checked myself in the mirror, turned the out the lights and shut the bedroom door. I think Mom was already asleep.  

I walked back to the livingroom. Derek had turned most of the lights out, the kitchen was dark. He’d fixed us two more cups of coffee. They were sitting on the coffee table. I sat down next to Derek. We just smiled at each other, not saying anything. We watched another movie for awhile. The hot coffee seemed to have revived both of us. The movie was a little boring and I was getting a little sleepy. I finished my coffee and sat it down on the table. 

“I think I’m going to go to bed before I fall asleep right here.” I whispered.

Derek got up and walked me down the hallway towards the bedroom, his arm around my waist. We stood at the closed bedroom door. It was kind of an awkward moment. I wanted to kiss him good-night but I didn’t think I should.

“I really don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” Derek whispered to me.

I just stood there not saying anything. Derek took my hand and walked me up the short flight of steps to the large bed on the elevated platform. I just followed his lead, not knowing whether to object or not, know I should.

We stood at the side of the bed. Derek pulled the comforter and sheets back. He opened a panel in the mirrored headboard. Derek flipped a couple of the switches and tiny overhead lighting lit the ceiling. He motioned for me to lie down. I started to hesitate.

“We’re just going to sleep, nothing else. OK?” He whispered to me.

“OK.” I managed to answer.

Derek unbuttoned my shirt, taking time with each button. I looked away as he slowly exposed my bare breasts. When he had the last button undone, he pulled it open then slipped it off my shoulders. He let if fall slowly to the floor. I stood in front of him, biting my lower lip, with just my panties on. I was unable to move.

Derek motioned for me to get in the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed, then swung my feet up under the covers. Derek pulled the covers over me. He walked around to the other side of the bed and started getting undressed. I watched him slip off his clothes, the lights in the ceiling barely making him visible. I could see he was facing me. He took his time, not rushing. He left his briefs on. 

I felt the bed move as he got in the bed beside me. He extended his left arm towards me and I and I rolled over and cuddled up next to him. Derek put his arm around me, holding me firmly. He leaned over and kissed me softly. I returned his kiss. We held the kiss for a minute or two before our lips parted. I put my hand on his bare chest, my bare breasts against his side. It felt so right being in bed together. I was completely relaxed, my nervousness had disappeared altogether. Derek didn’t move. He just held me firmly. We drifted off to sleep in a manner of minutes.

I don’t know what time it was; I couldn’t see my watch in the dark. I heard the phone ringing. I woke Derek up, his arm still holding me. Derek woke up and heard the phone. He jumped out of the bed and ran to answer it. It was a brief call; he came back to bed in less than a minute. I asked him everything was alright. He said it was, just kids playing around on the phone. He thought it might be his dad. Derek’s dad lived all alone out at the ranch and he worried about him. He hadn’t been himself since Derek’s mother passed away. 

Derek smiled at me and apologized for the kid’s phone prank. I reached up pulling Derek to me. I kissed him passionately pulling his body into mine. I wanted him sexually. I wanted him so bad. Derek put his arms around me and we kissed hard. His lips were pulling at mine, nibbling. I felt my body rubbing against his. Derek’s leg pushed between mine as he rolled me over on my back. He put my arms over my head, holding them together with one hand. His lips pressed against mine and I felt his tongue slip between my lips. He flicked it over my tongue, teasing my mouth. I pushed my tongue against his, darting over and under it. Derek’s tongue swirling inside my mouth was getting my juices flowing. I was moaning softly, almost a purr.

Our lips parted and Derek began kissing my neck softly, working his lips. He worked around to my ear and tugged on it lightly with his lips. I was breathing in long, slow breaths, relishing Derek’s kisses. I felt his right hand move from my waist upward, cupping one of my breast. His lips still moving all over my neck. He massaged and fondled my firm breast. I couldn’t move, my arms still pinned over my head in Derek’s powerful grasp. I rolled my hips towards him as he moved his mouth to my hardened nipple. He sucked the nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue across it. I let out a gasp as I felt my upper body tingling, a sensation I hadn’t felt for a long time. Derek released my nipple, diverting his attention to my other breast. He tweaked the erect nipple between his fingers. My mouth gaped open as he pulled gently on it. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. Derek was hovering over me, smiling as he teased the sensitive nipple. He kissed my breasts all over, my chest was heaving, my breath was quickening as he brought my body to life. 




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Derek moved his lips down over my tummy, kissing and licking me as he moved. I lifted my hips up so he could take my panties off. He wasn’t in a hurry to remove them. He pushed my hips back down inserting a thumb in the waistband of my panties. He ran his thumb from side to side, teasing me. I couldn’t stand the torment.

“Take my panties off. Hurry………..please!” I begged.

Derek just smiled. “No. I’m not ready to take them off yet!

I shut my eyes tightly, my hips grinding my butt into the sheets. Derek’s hand slipped down between my legs. I spread my legs slightly as his hand rubbed over the mound of my pussy. My panties were soaked. Derek gently ran his fingers up and down my pussy, teasing me till I lost control.

“Derek. Oh, God………Derek.” I screamed out. “I need you now…………..now!”

Derek stopped teasing me with his hand. He slipped his hand down inside my panties teasing my pubic hair. My pussy was so hot, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I tried to break my arms loose from his grasp. I couldn’t, his grasp just tightened more. I felt Derek slip a finger than two inside my pussy. I clamped my legs together so he would have a hard time pulling them out. His fingers teased my pussy, rubbing across my tender clit. I clenched my lips together, trying not to scream out again. I had a wild orgasm; my hips convulsed trying to fuck myself down on his fingers.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………….Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I had to scream! “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

I thought I was going to pass out, my whole body tensed and then slowly relaxed. I felt like I was coming back to earth. Derek stopped fingering my pussy and he pulled his hand from under my panties. I could see his fingers were soaked with my juices. He kissed me after I finally got my breath back. Derek released my arms and kneeled beside me. He pulled at the elastic of my panties. I was so weak; I could barely lift up so he could pull them down my legs. When he had them off, he flung them over the platform somewhere to the floor below. His briefs showed the large bulge of his hard cock. I needed his cock inside me, I couldn’t wait. 

Derek spread my legs wide kneeling between them. He leaned over and kissed the neatly trimmed hair on my pussy. I tried to reach down to him but I was too weak from my orgasms. Derek’s lips kissed the folds of my pussy, his tongue tracing up and down the slit. I gasped each time his tongue traveled up and down. Derek’s tongue found my clit and he flicked at it teasing it. My hips were bouncing up and down, his hands holding the cheeks of my ass. I felt another orgasm building, building slowly at first, then suddenly going over the edge. 

I shrieked! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh……………….Yesssssssssss……….God, yes!”

My body went numb, I felt like I was going to pass out. I couldn’t move. I just laid there, my feet sliding down the sheets. I was totally spent. Derek got up off the bed. I turned my head slightly watching his strip off his briefs. His hard cock standing straight out in front of him. I licked my lips; my throat was dry from screaming. I was so weak.

Derek knelt between my legs, spreading them with his muscular arms. He leaned over me, tracing a finger over my lips. He kissed me softly, lovingly. Gripping his hard cock, he guided it to my dripping pussy. I felt the head of his cock penetrate the folds then slowly and steadily work its way into me. Its thickness stretching me, filling me. Slowly, Derek began fucking me with short easy strokes. I lifted my legs to his waist wrapping my legs around him. Derek worked my pussy with his hard cock and I felt like I was riding a wave. My body tensed, Derek increased his speed, fucking into me hard. I bit my lip, an orgasm overcame me. I bucked at him, his cock taking long hard strokes into me. His pelvis pounding against me so hard, his balls slapping against my butt. All I could hear were loud slapping sounds as our bodies slammed into each other. Derek slammed his cock into me, gripping my legs, spreading them wide. I came one more time as he fucked me with his hard shaft. Derek was making grunting sounds, low at first and then louder as he started to explode his hot load into me. He came inside me, his hot cum filling my pussy. He gave me one more long stroke on his cock as he shot his final load. My hands gripped his arms trying to support him but I was too weak. He collapsed on top of me. I held him in my arms, his cock still hard inside me.

We lay there for a long time, neither one of us moved. We were having a hard time catching our breath. Derek finally managed to roll off of me, his cock slipping out of me as he did. Our cum mingled together, dripping out of my pussy. 

I looked for a tissue but couldn’t find anything by the bed. I put my hand over my pussy and walked quickly towards the bathroom. Cum was running down my thighs. I made it to the bathroom alright. I started to clean myself but thought a shower might be easier. I pulled the large glass door open and stepped in. The tiles were cool. I started to close the door when Derek entered the bathroom. I waited on him to step in with me. Derek turned on the water, getting it just slightly warm. The water washed over us as we just stood there facing each other. We kissed him passionately. Derek grabbed a washcloth and soaped it, handing it to me. I washed my pussy and down between my legs. I took Derek’s cock in my hands, washing it thoroughly. I washed him all over. Derek turned me around so my back was towards him. He scrubbed my back and washed my butt. He pulled me back into him, reaching around to wash my breasts. My nipples were tender, almost hurting. The soapy washcloth massaged them till they became erect again. We stood under the water letting the spray rinse us off. The water felt invigorating. It helped bring my strength back. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off.

Derek and I exited the bathroom heading back to the bed. As we passed the closed door to the bedroom where my mother was sleeping, I wondered if she might have heard us. I had forgotten about her being just down the hallway. Derek stopped at a closet in the hallway and pulled a fresh sheet off the shelf. We took the cum soaked sheet off the bed, leaving it in a pile at the foot of the bed. We spread the fresh sheet out and put the comforter back on the bed. Derek and I stretched out next to each other. He held me firmly in his arms. It was the best night of my life.

I didn’t wake up until I felt someone shaking me. I was still tired so I tried to pull away from the person shaking me.

“Hey sleepyhead. You going to sleep all day?” Mom shouted. “It’s almost 10:00am.”

I looked next to me but Derek was already up. I turned over in the bed, forgetting I wasn’t wearing anything. I pulled the sheet up to cover me. Mom reached down and handed me the oversize shirt I was supposed to be sleeping in. I slipped it on, buttoning it all the way down. Mom was already dressed. I looked around for Derek but I didn’t see him. I heard noises coming from the kitchen so I figured that’s where he was. I stood up, steadying myself. I was still half asleep. I walked down from the platform and over towards the kitchen. I was a little surprised to see Kenny standing in the kitchen fixing breakfast. He took one look at me and said he thought I could use some coffee. I didn’t say anything, just nodded. My throat felt parched. I got a drink of water from the tap and drank it down. Kenny handed me a cup of fresh brewed coffee, it tasted great. I smiled and thanked him. Kenny went back to fixing breakfast. It smelled fantastic. 

“Where’s Derek?” I asked him.

“He’s down in the studio, getting the pictures he shot of you yesterday.” He answered. 

Mom came into the kitchen area, she walked over and gave Ken a hug. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, putting his arm around her waist. I decided to leave them alone and go get dressed. 

Kenny walked out to the living area as I walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom.

“Hey, you might want these.” Kenny said laughing.

He was twirling my panties on his finger. I blushed and walked back towards him. I tried to keep from smiling. He held them up high so I had to jump up to grab them from him. They were a little stiff from my dried juices. I decided not to put them on. I got dressed and combed my hair. I went back to the kitchen area. Mom had set the table. Kenny was putting the food on as I walked in. Derek was already sitting down; he motioned for me to sit next to him. Derek and I were both starved but for food this time, not for sex. Kenny and Mom talked through most of breakfast, Derek and I just ate. Derek reached over and squeezed my hand. It was kind of our little signal, a show of affection for one another.

We finished eating. Mom and I set about washing up the dishes and straightening up the kitchen area. Derek and Kenny sat on the circular sectional spreading the pictures out on the coffee table. I heard Kenny praising the photographs, not making any off color remarks. He was very pleased with Derek’s photographic work. Mom and I fixed the guys some coffee and carried it into the livingroom. I just kind of glanced at the pictures, not sure if they had come out as well as I’d hoped. Mom sat between Derek and Ken, looking at each one. She really liked them. Everyone liked them. Curiousity got the best of me, I had to look. Wow, they did come out good. My poses on the cycle looked like something right out of a magazine. I was relieved and happy with the results. Kenny picked out about ten or so pictures he wanted for himself. The ones in the blue panties and bra outfit and the black bikini and boots were his favorites. Mom asked if she could have the rest so she could put them in an album, Derek readily agreed to her request.

We sat and drank coffee for awhile. I was waiting for someone to make a remark about Derek and I sleeping together, no one mentioned it. It was almost noon and I really needed to get back home. I suggested to Mom we should be going. She didn’t move to get up from the couch.

“A…..well. Kenny asked me to spend the day with him” Mom stated. “We’re going out for a drive and …….” 

Kenny smiled. “You don’t mind if I take up some of your mother’s time, do you? I‘ll bring her home later this evening.”

I told him I didn’t mind. I’d drive mom’s car on home. I got up from the couch and walked towards the elevator. Derek followed me. Kenny and Mom got on the elevator with us. We rode it down to the garage. Derek walked me over to the car and opened the door for me. I wanted to kiss him but Mom and Kenny were looking right at us. I just smiled at Derek and squeezed his hand in mine. I drove out of the garage and headed for home. Kenny and Mom pulled out right behind me in Kenny’s convertible.



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I drove home in silence. I wandered where Derek and I were headed. Would we develop a relationship or was sex last night just another conquest for him? He was a great looking guy, with a wonderful personality. I assumed he probably hit on a lot of the models, single or married. They might be even hitting on him. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. If I couldn’t be happy for myself, at least I could be happy for my mother. She and Kenny had seemed to hit it off immediately. He was a lot like Derek in many ways especially looks and personality.

I drove past the garage as I entered town, Dan’s truck was still sitting out front with the for sale sign in the window. I drove to Mom’s house, unlocked the door and carried in the clothes she’d bought on our little shopping trip. I got a cold drink from the refrigerator and sat down in front of the television. There wasn’t much on TV so I decided to drive over to the apartment. I didn’t expect Dan to be there so I wasn’t disappointed when he wasn’t. 

I plugged in the new telephone cord, using a pair of pliers to get the old plug out of the wall socket. I checked the phone. Hey! It was working. The rest of the day I just catnapped on the couch. I was hoping the phone would ring. I kept thinking a call from Derek would be nice but the phone never rang. I woke up later in the afternoon, grabbed the laundry and headed for the town’s only Laundromat. It was deserted as usual.

I drove by Mom’s on the way back to the apartment to see if she was home. I just wanted someone to talk to. Mom wasn’t home yet so I drove back to the apartment. I hated being there by myself. I fixed myself a frozen TV dinner and glanced over the town’s weekly paper. Same old boring news, it hardly ever changed. I finished dinner and decided to take a shower.

I stepped into the shower feeling the warm water spray across my body. It reminded me of the shower Derek and I had shared the evening before. I wished he were here with me now. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I sat on the edge of the bed awhile before deciding to get dressed. I went to the dresser and picked out a bra and some panties. I slipped the panties on, checking myself in the mirror. I had to smile at myself. I did look hot. I stretched out on the bed and relaxed. I let my hand drift down towards my pussy. I needed some relief. I started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I rubbed slowly, it felt great. I massaged my pussy harder. My hips wiggling a little as I daydreamed it was Derek’s hand working on me or Bryan’s hand! Why I thought of Bryan, I’m not sure. His image just came into my head. I thought about his strong, athletic body and his huge cock. I slipped my hand down inside my panties. I fingered my clitoris. My pussy was getting wet, very wet. I slipped my middle finger inside me, pushing my pelvis downward. I rocked back and forth as I stroked my finger in and out of my pussy. I lifted butt up off the bed and slipped my panties off, spreading my legs as wide as I could. I fingered myself, mentally imaging Bryan’s cock fucking me. My pussy was soaked. The sound of my finger stroking my pussy filled my ears. I teased my clit till I got myself off, a long, slow orgasm. I kept my finger inside me till I recovered. I pulled my finger from my pussy and slipped it between my lips. I teased it with my tongue. I loved tasting my own juices, I always had. I relaxed on the bed, falling asleep. I slept till late in the evening.

I looked over at the clock radio. It was a little after 11:00pm. I hadn’t heard the phone ring. Surely Mom was home by now. I needed to get her car back to her. I dialed her number; it rang about six times before anyone answered. It was Kenny on the other end. I was a little surprised. I asked if Mom was there, he told me to hang on a second. Mom picked up the extension.

“Hi. Whatcha up to?” I asked jokingly.

“Oh, not much. Kenny and I were just getting ready for bed.” She answered back joking.

“Oh! Well, I need to get your car back to you so you’ll have it in the morning for work.” I said. 

Mom told me to just leave the keys under the seat and the door unlocked. Kenny would drive her by in the morning and pick it up. I thought Mom’s remark about her and Kenny “getting ready for bed” was a joke when she made it. I guess it wasn’t, he was going to spend the night with her. I doubted they were planning on actually getting much sleep. Mom asked if I was alright. I told her I was, even though I wasn’t. We’d talk tomorrow evening.

I didn’t sleep much that night. I kept thinking about Derek and what he was up to. I even questioned myself if he was sleeping alone this night. Probably not! I finally dozed off early in the morning. The clock radio alarm went off scaring the hell out of me. I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. I put on a new skirt and blouse I’d purchased Saturday, fixed my hair and put on my make-up.

I stopped by the convenience store and got my usual cup of morning coffee before heading out on the highway towards Pueblo. It started to rain, my wiper blades barely brushing the water off the windshield. The car needed a lot of repairs but I couldn’t afford them right now. I drove into the garage at the studio, parking next to Derek’s truck. I rode the elevator up to the second floor and stepped off. Derek was in the studio repairing some lights. He smiled as I approached him. I smiled back. I stopped at the coffee maker and refilled my cup. Derek walked over to me and put his arm around my waist. I pulled away from him. My reaction surprised him. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel all that great this morning.” I said lieing to him. “I’ll be alright.”

Derek continued working on the lights. I checked for phone messages and then went into the computer lab to work on the media chips. I forgot the ones I needed to work on were the shots of Bryan. I inserted the chip into the reader and downloaded them onto the computer. I started working with the first shots, the ones of Bryan in his tight, white briefs. I adjusted the color and contrast, checking every detail. I cropped out all the unnecessary background. Saving the results of the finished pictures in a separate file. I was about done with the shots of Bryan in his white briefs when Derek came into the lab.

“I’m going to have to run up to the Springs to get some new fixtures and parts for a couple of the lights. I’ll be back later on this afternoon.” He informed me.

I said OK. I had a lot of pictures to enhance and work through. There were some bills I needed to write check for. I had plenty to keep me busy. He asked if I was feeling better. I just nodded my head. I didn’t really give him an answer. I heard him pull out of the garage. I stopped and thought to myself, “why am I acting like suck a bitch?” I couldn’t really come up with an answer. 

The phone rang several times. The calls were all for Derek so I just took messages, explaining I’d have him return their calls when he got back. I worked on the pictures of Bryan till noon; I had most of the full nudes of him completed. I took extensive time with each one, trying to perfect them. I was getting aroused just looking at them, wondering how many women he’d impaled on that huge cock of his. I daydreamed of what it would be like to have him slide it inside me.

I broke for lunch, heating up a frozen entrée in the kitchenette’s microwave. I wasn’t really hungry. I was thinking about Kenny and Mom spending last evening together. I was happy for Mom and hoped she and Kenny would develop a stable relationship. Mom was a great woman; she needed a man in her life. Being almost forty is still in your prime I thought. 

I heard footsteps coming up the stairway from the street, a man’s footsteps. I got up from my desk and looked to see who it was. It was Bryan. He didn’t have the lady with him we’d seen him escorting at the Rocky Road Saturday evening. He smiled when he saw me. 

“Hey there!” Bryan said.

I smiled and returned his greeting. He asked if Derek was around. I explained he’d gone up to the Springs for some lighting fixtures and parts. He seemed a little annoyed that Derek wasn’t there. He mostly wondered how the pictures had come out. 

“They came out great. I’m almost done with them.” I replied. “I’m not quite done with all of them yet.”

“Derek’s got you working on them.” Bryan quickly questioned. “Wow! Doesn’t that bother you?”

I told him it didn’t bother me seeing pictures of him in his briefs and nude. I was lieing and I think he noticed my voice being a little choppy. Bryan just stood there looking at me. It made me a little nervous wondering what he was thinking. I walked over to the desk and pulled a cigarette out of the pack. It gave me a chance to think of something to say. I finally asked him if he wanted Derek to call him when he got back.

“No. That’s OK. I was just curious about the pictures. I’m kind of in a hurry for them. I need some prints made from some of them.” He replied.

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t help you there. Derek hasn’t shown me how to do the prints yet.” I said apologizing. We just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Can you show me a sample or two on the computer? Just curious to see for myself.” Bryan asked. 

“Sure. I can show you what I’ve already got done.” I answered.

Bryan and I walked across the studio to the lab. I sat in front of the computer. Bryan stood behind me looking over my shoulder. I pulled up the first picture of Bryan. It was one in his white briefs. He really liked the picture. I flipped through a few, letting him see how well they’d come out. He was pleased to say the least. I felt his strong hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move to shrug it off. We looked through several pictures finally bring up the nudes. He remarked that he thought the people would like them. That remark kind of put a question in my mind. What did he mean by “the people would like them”? I didn’t ask knowing it wasn’t any of my business. We finished looking through the pictures I’d completed. I reminded him there were still a few to be processed yet. He said he’d seen enough. He asked me to remind Derek to get the prints done for his portfolio. I told him I would as soon as he returned later in the afternoon.

I walked out of the lab heading back to my office. Bryan was following me. I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. I stood at the top of the stairs figuring he’d proceed to leave.

“You know, ole Derek and I are good friends. We’ve shared a lot of women together.” Bryan remarked. “Not just a few, a lot.”

“I’m sure you have.” I smarted back at him. “I doubt if Derek gets lonely.”

I think my nonchalant answer took him by surprise. At least, I hoped it did. Bryan moved over closer to me backing me up the stair post. He put his hands on my waist and kissed me. I started to push him away but I didn’t exert any strength. His lips pressed hard against mine, grinding. His hands slipped from my waist down to my butt. I felt him squeezing my ass through the leather material of my short skirt. He kissed me hard and I kissed him back even harder. I felt my passions rising as we kissed. He was becoming excited, the bulge in his slacks pressing hard against me. I had to stop him before it got too far out of hand. 

“Let’s go upstairs. Derek’s got this huge bed up there.” Bryan suggested.

“No, we can’t. That’s Derek’s apartment, it’s strictly off limits.” I told him.

Bryan looked around the office. He grabbed my hand and led me back into the studio. He spotted the carpeted platform against the far wall and pulled me towards it. When we got to the platform, he turned and kissed me passionately, pushing me down till I was sitting on it. He stepped back and pulled is shirt off over his head. His muscular body towering over me. I just sat there, not moving. My hands gripped the edge of the platform. Bryan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. He kicked off his shoes as he slid the slacks down his strong legs. He was stripped down to his briefs in seconds. The bulge in his briefs looked like it was going to burst through the material any minute.

Bryan’s hand rubbed over the bulge teasing me. He put his hands on the elastic waistband and shoved the briefs down his legs. His huge cock sprang out at me. I was breathing hard; Bryan knew he had me excited. He stepped towards me, straddling my legs. His hard cock with its large mushroom shaped head just inches from my face. He put his hands behind my head and pulled it towards his cock. I opened my mouth wide as he slipped it between my lips. I closed my eyes and started sucking on the head of his cock. I licked all over the head and flicked my tongue underneath it. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was but it didn’t scare me. I was so turned on by the feel and taste of it. I wanted to suck his cock till he shot his hot load down my throat. He held my head while he fucked short strokes into my mouth. I started to put my hand on his cock so he wouldn’t force too much in. He pushed my hands away.

“No. No cheating. I don’t want a fucking hand job. I can do that myself.” He exclaimed.

He kept pumping his cock into my mouth till my jaws started hurting. He wasn’t about to cum. I tried working my tongue to see if I could get him to shoot his load. He had too much self-control to allow that to happen. He stroked his cock, pulling it out of my mouth for a few seconds. It gave me time to catch my breath. He pushed his huge cock back between my lips. He was stroking with one hand and holding the back of my head with his other hand. I couldn’t pull away as he fucked my mouth. He gripped the back of my head firmly as he shot his first load down my throat, almost choking me. I gasped for a quick breath as he pumped his second load into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow all of it. The excess cum dripped out of my mouth down onto my skirt. I had my hands on his legs trying to free myself but I felt myself pulling him towards me instead. I wanted all of his cum, every bitter drop. I felt his hand release my head but I kept my mouth locked onto his still erect cock. I licked the head of his cock clean. Bryan looked down at me with a smart-ass grin. He knew I loved sucking his cock, swallowing his cum. I released my lips from his cock. He stepped away from me.

“Now for some of that hot pussy of yours.” He muttered.

“No, I can’t! No way I could take you inside me!” I cried.

Bryan pulled me to my feet and started unbuttoning my blouse. I pulled his hands from my blouse, exerting enough effort to make him realize I meant what I’d said. He stopped trying to get my blouse off.

“Ok, Ok. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He said.

I told him I’d have Derek call him when he got back. I headed for the dressing room to clean his cum off my skirt. I was glad it was leather, it cleaned up a lot easier than if it had been some other material. I didn’t know why I’d stopped Bryan from trying to fuck me. The night before I dreamed about him as I fingered myself off. I put all thoughts of Bryan out of my mind. The rest of the afternoon, I worked on Bryan’s photos, finally finishing them. It was almost 4:00pm.

I heard the garage door open and the sound of Derek’s truck enter. I walked over to the elevator and took it down. Derek had quite a few boxes in the bed of the truck as I approached him. 

“Hi! Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m feeling better.” I answered. “Let me help you with those boxes.

I avoided his eyes, picking up some of the small boxes to carry to the elevator. We loaded everything on the elevator and took it up to the studio level. I mentioned to him about Bryan stopping by, wanting prints from last Friday’s shooting as soon as possible. I told him he wanted him to call him. I didn’t say anything more about Bryan’s visit earlier in the day.

We unloaded the boxes, taking them into the studio. Derek phoned Bryan from his office. I opened up the boxes while Derek made his call. 

“I’m a little hungry. I didn’t stop to eat.” Derek stated. “How about we go out for dinner?” 

“I’m not really hungry. I should be getting home. It’s almost 5:00.” I replied. 

I could tell by the look on his face, he was disappointed by my reply. I realized I shouldn’t have said it. I walked into my office and picked up my purse. I took my car keys out. Derek was standing in the doorway, blocking it.

“What went on her today while Bryan was here?” Derek asked with a stern tone. “Something’s wrong. I can tell.”

I didn’t know what to tell him. I just stared down at the floor.

“Nothing went on. We just went through some of his pictures on the computer is all.” I lied, hoping Derek would believe me.

“OK. What else went on?” He inquired. “Did he hit on you? I know how Bryan works.”

I shook my head no. “Nothing happened. I’ve got to be going.”

Derek stepped out of the way and I made my way across to the elevator. I looked back at Derek. He had a concerned look on his face. I felt I should confess but I was worried he’d go into a rage. I took the elevator down to the garage level and got in my car. I pushed the remote and the garage door lifted slowly. I backed out and drove towards the street. Derek stepped out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes. I almost hit him; the bright sun hid blinding me. Derek stood in front of my car, his arms folded across his chest. He walked towards my car door.

“Get out of the car.” He ordered. “Get the fuck out of the car.”

Derek opened the car door. I put the car in park and shut off the noisy motor. I didn’t know what to expect. I got out of the car and just stood there looking at him. I braced myself, not knowing what to expect next. He grabbed my hand pulling me away from the car, slamming the door shut. He reached over to the door control box on the wall and pushed the “close” button. I just watched him unable to move. He reached in through the open car window and grabbed my purse, handing it to me. He held me by the arm and pulled me towards the elevator. The sounds of the garage door closing finally stopped. We got on the elevator and Derek pushed “3”. We rode the elevator up to his apartment, not saying anything. Derek’s hand firmly grasping my arm.

The elevator stopped and we stepped off into the apartment level. 

“Ole Bryan just had to fuck you, didn’t he?” He yelled. “Did he force you or did you go along willingly?”

“I didn’t fuck him.” I muttered. “I didn’t.”

“So what did you two do then? And don’t tell me nothing. Don’t fucking lie to me.” He shouted. 

I told him what had happened. I didn’t go into details. I just told him I gave Bryan a blowjob and I did it willingly. I had to try hard to keep from crying. I bit my lower lip till it hurt. Derek was pissed, thoroughly pissed. He walked away from me towards the kitchen. I waited a minute or two before walking over to him. He looked at me with fire in his eyes.

“Get out! Get the fuck out of here!” He screamed at me. “I don’t want to ever see you again, ever!

I jumped back as he flew into a rage. I ran to the elevator and rode it down to the garage level. I opened the garage door and drove out into traffic, almost causing an accident. I sped out of town, trying to get away fast. I was crying so hard I had trouble watching where I was driving. I passed a county sheriff’s car coming towards me. I was speeding well past the limit but he didn’t turn around and chase me down. I’d thrown away a good job and a friendship. Most importantly, I’d deeply hurt Derek. How could I have done all that in the same day?

I got back to the apartment. The phone was ringing. I didn’t answer it; just let the answering machine take care of it. I played back the message. It was Mom asking me if I wanted to come over for dinner. I erased the message. I never called her back that evening. 




New Job: New Beginning Ch. 04



I went to bed early but never slept at all. All I could think about was Derek and mad he’d gotten. Thoughts of leaving the area, maybe moving to another state and finding a job crossed my mind. I just wanted to get away from here, away from everything. I got up about 5:00am, showered and dressed. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I sat at the kitchen table trying to decide. 

I thought I’d better see if I could find another job for now. I grabbed my purse and headed out on the highway. I was cruising right along when my car started slowing down suddenly. I pushed down on the accelerator, the engine sped up but the car just kept slowing down. It started coasting. I took my foot off the accelerator and pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the car and looked around it. I didn’t know what was wrong with the damn car. I noticed red fluid of some kind trailing from behind the car out onto the highway. Something had broken and I’d lost oil I guessed. It seemed like I was having one disaster after another. I just broke down and cried. 

I still had Derek’s cell phone. I was in a pinch so I used it to call Mom at work. I told her what had happened. I asked her if she could get away from work long enough to come and get me. She agreed saying she’d call a tow truck before she left. I didn’t have the money to pay a tow bill so I told her I’d leave the car sit for now. I waited in the car for Mom to come by. A sheriff’s patrol car pulled up behind me. The female deputy got out of the car, put on her hat and slowly approached the car. She asked me if I needed help. I explained to her about the car and I had somebody coming to pick me up.

“What about the car? You’ll need to call a tow truck to get it off the highway.” The deputy informed me. “You can’t leave it here. It’s a safety hazard to other motorists.” 

I nodded my head and told her I’d make arrangements to have the car towed. I didn’t know how I’d pay for it but a tow bill had to be cheaper than a traffic citation. She got back in her patrol car and pulled out heading on down the road. I saw a tow truck approaching ahead in the distance. I watched him getting closer and closer. The lights on the truck began flashing. He pulled over on the other side of the highway and walked over towards me. I got out of the car, grabbing my purse. 

“You must be Sheila. Right?” The driver asked.

“Yes, I’m Sheila.” I answered. 

“Kenny sent me out to get you. Your mother called him and told him you were stranded.” He informed me.

He pulled the tow truck over in front of my car and tilted the long bed back. He winched the car onto the bed of the truck and returned it to a level position. Reddish oil was running out from under the car. The driver noticed it too. He motioned me to get in the cab of the truck with him. We headed into Pueblo. The driver told me it looked like transmission fluid leaking from the car. I just rolled my eyes thinking of how I was ever going to pay for the repairs. There’s no way I could come up with the money right now.

We got to the dealership and pulled the tow truck around behind the service department. The driver tilted the bed of the truck and let the car roll off into a parking space. 

“You need to go in and find Kenny.” The driver said.

I walked into the dealership showroom and looked around for him. He was in a meeting down a hallway with some of the salesmen. He saw me standing near the door and motioned me to wait on him. I walked back out into the main showroom and strolled around looking at the new cars. They were expensive, very expensive. Kenny and his salespeople came down the hallway. 

“Let me get my keys and I’ll drive you work.” He stated.

“No, I…………………I just need a ride home.” I stuttered my reply. “I’m not going to work today.”

I almost broke down right there in the showroom. The salespeople were watching me. It was embarrassing. Kenny led me back to his office.

“How come you’re not going to work?” He asked waiting patiently for an answer.

I couldn’t tell him what had happened, that I’d had sex with Bryan. I didn’t want anybody to know that. I just sat in his office and stared out the window. Kenny got up and closed the door to his office. 

“I’m still waiting for an answer, Hon.,” He said impatiently.

“I got fired. I lost my job.” I could barely speak the words.

“Boy, you must have really screwed up if Derek fired you!” Kenny exclaimed.

“I did.” That’s all I could say.

The phone rang and Kenny answered it. It was a short conversation. Kenny excused himself and left the office leaving me alone. I heard him conversing with someone down the hallway. I didn’t pay any attention to what they were saying. 

“Derek’s out in the showroom. You should go out there and see what he wants.” He informed me.

Surprised at his statement, I got up from the chair and walked down the hallway. Derek was standing over by the main doors. I walked over towards him. As I approached him, he walked out the door holding it open for me. I followed him out and across the lot to his pickup. He got in behind the wheel; I opened the passenger side door and stepped up into the cab. We drove off the lot towards the city’s historic district. I looked over at Derek; he just kept looking straight ahead. We never said a word the whole time. We pulled into the garage and exited the cab of the pickup. Derek walked over to the elevator; I followed a few footsteps behind him. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to or not, I just followed.

We rode the elevator up to the third floor apartment in silence. I looked over at Derek. He was gritting his teeth, his jaws rigid and flexing. When the elevator stopped, Derek opened the door. He grabbed my arm, pulling me roughly out of the elevator. I almost tripped in my high heels. Derek practically dragged me into the living room. I sat down on the couch. I just looked him in the face, waiting for him to speak. 

“Your mother called me. She said you’d be late for work, something about car trouble. I didn’t tell her about what went on yesterday.” He calmly. “I figured you should tell her, not me.

“I just want you to remember one thing…………I’ll never forgive you for what you did.” He shouted in a rage. “Never…………I’ll never forgive you.

He didn’t say anything else. He just looked at me like he was waiting for me to say something. 

I’m sorry. I mean it. I’m really sorry I did what I did.” I was barely able to speak.

Derek sat down across from me. He just stared at me. It was hard for me to look him in the face. He was so upset his hands were shaking. He got up and left the room. I heard the elevator lowering to the studio level. I sat there waiting for him to return. I sat back on the couch, drifting off to sleep. 

It was past dusk when I woke up. I looked around the apartment to see where Derek was. I heard someone in the kitchen. I walked towards the noise figuring that’s where he was. Derek turned from the microwave when he saw me.

“Finally wake up?” He inquired. 

I just nodded my head. “I need to use your phone to call Mom. I need to get home.” 

“Your mother’s not home, she’s over at Ken’s.” He informed me. “Ken called while you were sleeping. He mentioned you mother was there with him.”

“I guess I’ll ride back with her then.” I surmised.

Derek looked at me. “That’s up to you. She might not be going back till morning.” He added.

I didn’t know what to say, what to do. I felt like hell. I was getting a headache.

“You alright? You look a little sick.” He asked.

“Just a headache, I’m alright.” I replied.

Derek reached up to an overhead cabinet. He pulled down a medicine bottle and opened it. He gave me a couple of pain tablets for headaches. I got myself a glass of water and washed the tablets down.

“I’ve got some lasagna in the microwave. It’ll be ready in a few more minutes. You need to eat something.” 

I got some plates and silverware out, placing them on the dining room table just off the kitchen area. Derek brought two glasses of ice tea. We ate the lasagna, neither one of us said anything. I kept thinking about all the things I had to take care of. The car, a job, getting home, Dan. I felt terrible.

After dinner, Derek and I cleared the table. We left the dishes on the counter. Derek said he’d take care of them in the morning. I didn’t know what Derek was going to do next. I just followed him to the living room and sat down. 

“Is it alright if I call Mom at Ken’s.” I asked. “I need to see if she’s going home tonight.”

“No.” Derek quickly answered. 

That’s all he said. He turned on the television set and scrolled through the channels. 

“You’re not going anywhere tonight.” He eventually said, not even looking at me.

I didn’t say anything, just sat back on the couch. I guess I was staying put. We watched television till 11:00pm. I wondered if Mom had left Ken’s yet or was she staying overnight with him. I’m sure the atmosphere at Ken’s was better than here. 

“I’m going to take a shower.” Ken said. “You can sleep in the guest bedroom if you want.” 

I nodded my head. I heard the shower running. I went down the hallway to the guest bedroom and got undressed for bed. I pulled the covers back and slipped into the big, comfortable bed. I heard the shower stop just before I dozed off. I never woke during the night, guess my body was trying to catch up on the sleep I missed the night before.

I woke up and went into the bathroom to shower. The warm water washing across my skin felt good. I put a towel around me and went back into the guest room. Derek came in carrying two cups of coffee. He handed me one. 

“It’s almost 10:00am.” He informed me. “Thought I’d let you sleep. Guess I just didn’t want to wake you.”

I sat on the bed, pulling the towel tightly around me. I sipped the coffee. It tasted great.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone but me.” He boldly stated. “And I mean anyone. OK?”

“OK.” It was all I could say. I knew he’d never forgive me for having oral sex with Bryan. I wanted to make it up to him somehow. I just didn’t know how.

“There’s gobs of clothes downstairs. You go get dressed when you‘re ready.”

I finished the hot coffee and took the elevator down to the studio. I got dressed and fixed my hair. I heard Derek in the next room, the computer lab. I walked in. He was printing out Bryan’s pictures. He looked at me and motioned me out of the room. I went to the receptionist’s area and started working on the file cabinets. I hadn’t gotten them done. Derek passed me going down the stairway to the front door. He had a large manilla envelope in his hands.

“I’ll be back in a little while.” He stated. “We’ll go to your apartment when I get back.” 

I nodded my head, not knowing exactly what he meant by “going to my apartment.” Derek returned almost an hour later. He looked upset but he was calm. I didn’t say anything, waiting on his direction.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

We drove to my apartment in Derek‘s pickup. I noticed Dan’s truck still sitting with the for sale sign in the window at his dad’s garage. I had to give Derek directions when we got to town. Derek followed me up the steps to the apartment. We stood in the kitchen. It was tiny and cramped compared to Derek’s. 

“Get you clothes gathered up, all of them.” He commanded.

I didn’t know exactly what he was getting at.

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them. Don’t leave anything you want to keep.”

I gathered up my clothes stacking them on the bed. I had a small suitcase in the closet. I packed my underwear and small items in it. Derek started carrying my clothes down to his pickup. I got my make-up and items out of the bathroom medicine cabinet, putting them in a plastic bag along side my clothes.  I wasn’t sure whether he was moving me to my mom’s or in with him. At least I’d be out of this apartment. I didn’t have a lot of clothes so it only took us a couple of trips to get everyting loaded into Derek’s pickup. I locked the door to the apartment and followed Derek down the stairs. Derek drove out of town, heading back towards Pueblo.        

I put my clothes in the guest room closet and the chest of drawers. I was very glad Derek had moved me in with him. He’d made me very happy, even after I’d betrayed him. I would never forget how bad I’d hurt him. 

“Do you want to go back to the studio and get some work done?” I asked Derek.

“Nah, let’s go get something to eat.” He replied.

We went down to the corner café and got ourselves something to eat. After eating we left the café and walked through the historic district. Derek took my hand in his, giving it a squeeze. I squeezed his hand back. I smiled for the first time in quite awhile. We stopped by the little pet store, tapping on the display window at the puppies. We strolled back to the studio. Derek locked the door behind us when we entered. We went back up to his apartment. 

I went to the kitchen to get us some ice tea. Derek came up behind me. He put his hands on my waist turning me around. He kissed me softly, pulling me in close to him. I put my arms around him, not wanting to let go. We drifted back to the bed on the elevated platform. We took off most of our clothes. We didn’t say a word. We stretched out on the bed and Derek started kissing me passionately, not so much in a sexual way. We made love. It wasn’t just having sex together, it was making love together. Our bodies entwined, our passions rose. We made each other cum numerous times. Derek held me in his arms afterwards, both of us drifting off for a short nap. I cried, Derek noticing it, didn’t say anything. He just held me till I got it all out of my system.