Chapter 3 Three

Tracy came running into the room along with two other beautiful women only to see me making Sandra cum again and again.

Tracy ran over to Sandra, while the other two women just looked at me with their mouths open.

I was now as bold as I could ever be making both Tracy and Sandra cum multiple times and yet, not cumming myself. I smiled a big smile!

As Tracy pulled my handkerchief out of my coat pocket to wipe Sandra's forehead, I felt that familiar twinge.

My balls began to tighten up. I knew that I was passing the point of no return yet, I was continuing to hammer away at Sandra's love hole.

"Sandra, I going to cum!" The moment that last word left my mouth I felt my cock grow inside of her and my cock emptied inside of Sandra.

The first couple of spasms shot my sperm into her belly since the head of my cock was passing her cervix on each entry thrust.

As I started to cum deep inside of her, she splashed me once more. My cock and balls were now actually dripping with her love juice. Her breathing became very erratic and her foreign cursing began again.

As I began to run out of steam and my cock finished emptying into her, Sandra in an almost breathless voice, "Mister Bradley, Mister Bradley, please stop. PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!".

I did not pay attention to one of the beautiful young ladies at the door, leaving for a moment to get two warm wet hand towels and two dry hand towels to clean us up.

Each woman at the door came over to us as we were uncoupling. One woman began wiping my now semi-erect cock with the warm wet towel.

She made sure she cleaned my cock, my balls, my entire crotch area, as well as down the front and inside of my legs.

Taking the dry towel next she first wiped the sweat off my face, leaning into me and giving me a delicious kiss whispering in my ear, "No one has ever done that to her. I think you're hired."

I smiled again with that knowledge. As I was standing there getting cleaned up, the other woman was cleaning up Sandra.

Sandra finally began to speak, "Mister Bradley, obviously you passed your interview. I will now offer you employment in our company. How much pay would you need to make this your one and only job? Clearly you have the necessary skills. So, I ask again. How much do you need to make this your only job?"

I sat down on the chair to put my boxers and pants back on. I tucked my now sweaty shirt into my pants before buckling my belt. I was trying to delay the answer, thinking about how much I currently made and how short I was every month since my divorce.

"$175,000 a year." I replied.

I currently made $125,000 managing the restaurant but, that included my usual annual bonus. If this job was going to be my only source of income, then I needed it to handle all my expenses as well as what I am behind.

Sandra sat quietly behind her desk. She looked at me with an intensity but, I didn't think she was angry just in deep thought.

"No! Mister Bradley you will make a minimum of $200,000 a year. After 30 days, you will become eligible to collect tips and get our monthly bonus. Our company will require that you sign a 5 year contract.

You will work when we need you to work. Some weeks it may be only 35 to 40 hours and some weeks it may be as much as 80 hours.

Our deal will have the usual boring benefits such as, medical and dental. However, there will be other special benefits that we will discuss at another time. Do we have a deal Mister Bradley?".

I sat in my chair in stunned silence. My head was screaming to take the deal, take the deal, TAKE THE DEAL!!!

I smiled. I turned around to face Sandra and politely said, "Yes, that is an acceptable offer. However, I have two questions. First, what will my title be? Second, when would you prefer me to begin?"

Sandra, now happy that I accepted her offer said, "You will start next Monday Mister Bradley. Your title will be the Chauffeur. Mister Bradley, my Tracy will see you out. Have a good night and please drive home carefully.