Stacie returned home to her roomies after nearly a month in France. To some it might sound really nice to say it out loud, but Stacie didn’t want a trip like that again, with three grueling weeks moving from location to location, staying in a different hotel each night and packing each morning. It didn’t help that she had the vocabulary of a second grader in French and most of the tellers they were training wanted nothing to do with the PC that had showed up at their window the day before.
There was one bright spot, though. Because First Global had to obtain a standardized computer and get it installed at each teller window in each location, they had agreed to shut locations down as the rollout progressed. Each location would be down for about half a day while the new computers were installed and the first bit of training happened. The rest of the day was spent walking around answering questions as best she could. Thankfully she had been assigned a Pytho training person who spoke French natively.
On her next-to-last day in France, Stacie emailed Jeremy.
Jeremy,
It has been a long grueling road trip. We work until the bank closes every night, then drive to the next town with a bank location or as close as we can get where there is still a hotel. Wake up at 5:00 AM local time and arrive at the bank to begin a training session at 6:30 AM.
This weekend we ARE going to Salish. Make the reservation and be sure to book a two-hour session in the Spa for me on Saturday. Massage, mud treatment, the works!
Miss you
Stacie
Part of her was worried about putting the little affectionate closes on these email messages, but the other part of her knew that if they turned up in an audit it would be better for both of them to be dismissed as young lovers using the company email rather than what they were really doing. Then again, Stacie thought, if he makes anywhere near the money I think he is going to make from this information, he should be setting me up as at least a ‘Kept Woman’ if he doesn’t have the mettle to make an honest woman out of me. That last thought really shocked Stacie. She hadn’t thought about getting married since she was a little girl. Stacie wanted it all. The good life, the expensive clothes, the international travel, and the career. She was in no way looking forward to totaling out her body by having someone’s kid. It must have been something I ate which made me think that.
When Stacie’s roomies got home from their jobs, they couldn’t wait to badger her for all of the details. Of course Stacie had to fill them in on the grueling pace first and they dutifully listened, considering it the toll that must be paid to travel this road. Then Stacie pulled out the road map of France she had bought. On it she had marked every town and put a number by it. In a document on her notebook she had a trip diary that she planned on sharing with Kathryn. It listed the date and each location as well as the hotel they had stayed at the night before.
On those rare occasions when they were in a city large enough to have more than one branch, the girls actually were taken out for supper by the branch manager. One branch manager decided that these ladies had eaten in too many restaurants and actually took them to his home for a meal prepared by his wife and mother-in-law.
Little was done in the way of sightseeing except on Sundays. Many branches were open on Saturday so this was a six day work week. There were only four locations in Paris and Stacie wasn’t senior enough to pull rank for those. She had gotten to see some smaller museums and tour some wineries. Her roomies took the opportunity to thank her for the bottles of wine she had sent. They had all been torn between trying it and waiting for her to return so they could share. When she was finished one of her roomies said, “Wow. Sounds like you didn’t have a good time.”
“It was a working trip, not a vacation,” responded Stacie. “Besides, I’m taking Friday off to fly out for the weekend. Won’t be coming back until Monday.”
“Where are you taking off to now?” her roomies asked.
“Salish Lodge for a weekend of pampering and incredible sex. I’ve got two hours in the spa on Saturday afternoon for massage, mud bath, the works.”
Total jealousy filled the room. It was the honor of those achieving a new plane of womanhood to feel an elevated level of satisfaction and achievement from such a swell of jealousy, much like a surfer riding a wave. It was the duty of all girls who claimed to have achieved some level of womanhood to provide said jealousy in the air when another of their rank scored such an achievement.
Stacie looked right into their eyes with a smile, laughed lightly and asked, “What?” Their eyes screamed back the phrase “I haven’t had good sex in over a month, you bitch!” but outwardly one of them asked the question they both wanted to know: “Same guy as the restaurant?”
“If you must know, yes.” Of course they must know! Asking is part of the unwritten law of womanhood!
“You must have him totally whipped!” “Guess we’ll see,” smirked Stacie and the rest of the girls laughed. “If you are still working him over at Christmas you should have him bring friends and take us all out on New Year’s,” suggested one of her roomies.
“Hear! Hear! I second that!” chanted the other roomie. “You’ve dipped into the wealthy and eligible pool, time to share the pool pass.”
“Ladies, this is only the second weekend away with the guy. It’s not like I own him yet!” laughed Stacie.
“It’s your second FANTABULOUS weekend with the guy!” one of her roomies exclaimed. “New Year’s is only four months away, so tell him this weekend. You know how long it takes guys to get organized for something like this.”
Stacie got a wicked gleam in her eye as she became silent and looked at them. They sensed something was up and got quiet, too. Finally Stacie broke the silence by saying, “So ladies. Are you both telling me that you agree here and now to sleep with whomever we bring for your dates from his pool of friends?”
Glances went back and forth. Cheeks blushed. Heads nodded. “Is that a yes or a no?” asked Stacie to stretch out the tease.
“Yes,” they both said in unison. “Does that mean you’re going to do it?” “Get me some digital pictures of yourselves and I will email them to him tonight. Then you ladies need to think about what hotel you want to have sex in on New Year’s. I believe he still has quite a few good-looking single friends.” Both girls hugged her and scampered off to copy some pictures of themselves for Stacie. Neither of them had ever managed to be dating a great guy who had both the resources and the desire to take them to one of those all-inclusive, grand hotel New Year’s Eve parties. Stacie knew this would be special for them. She also knew that both girls had done a few one-night stands in their day, so this wasn’t going to be that difficult for them. She didn’t bother to tell them that she knew some of Jeremy’s friends from college. This should be an easy setup. Jeremy wasn’t about to turn down guaranteed great sex with her on New Year’s, and his pool of still-single male friends weren’t the type to get tied down so they would be able to commit to a sure thing. Four months lead time would give them time to put away some cash for the evening, perhaps even get themselves better suits.
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