MILF Money (Marisa and Pogue)

[Pogue]

"Okay, that should do it," Stan announced as he straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag to remove the excess grease as he stepped back from under the hood of the car. "Just let me start her up and we'll see if that solved the problem," he nodded, making sure his hands were clean before opening the door of the BMW, sliding into the luxury car and turning the key. The engine came to life with a pleasing purr, the rough roar that the car's owner had reported gone now that Stan had made a few minor adjustments. "Sounds good as new," he announced with a pleased smile as he slid out of the car, glancing down at the leather seats to make sure he hadn't left any marks on them.

"Thank you," Mr. Meyers nodded as he listened to his car in appreciation, "how much do I owe you, Stan?"

"Come into the office and I'll work up your invoice," Stan replied, leading the way across the small single bay garage to the small cubicle in the back where he kept his desk. The garage was small but busy enough to keep Stan and his lone employee working long hours. He's started the business a few years ago, shortly after dropping out of college, turning his love of tinkering and innate ability with engines into a thriving auto repair business. At first it had been simply oil changes and brake jobs but over time, Stan had managed to become known for his expertise with luxury cars, the quality of his clientele rising as his reputation spread through town. Now he specialized exclusively in the high end automotives, catering to the wealthy and sometimes spoiled owners of such cars. It was one of the ironies of life that while Stan enjoyed working on the expensive cars, he couldn't stand the people who owned them, had had to work hard to hide his distaste for them in order to grow his business. Take Mr. Meyers here, Stan thought as he slid his lean body into the chair, pulling an invoice out from under a pile of papers, the man owned four stores around town, had two houses, and a wife half his age and would undoubtedly try to haggle over the price of the repairs to his car. "There you go, Mr. Meyers," Stan said after a few moments of writing, sliding the invoice across the desk to him.

"Oh, so much?" Mr. Meyers exclaimed, his eyes going wide as he read the invoice. He did try to haggle, trying to get Stan to lower his hourly rate but to no avail, finally paying the full amount a bit reluctantly.

Stan stood in the bay of the garage, waving to Mr. Meyers as he backed his car out of the garage, an insincere smile pasted on his face as he watched the wealthy merchant drive off. "Cheap bastard," Stan muttered, dropping the smile and his hand as he watched the BMW pull away. "Hey, Joe," he called, hearing his employee moving parts around the side of the building. "Joe!"

"Yeah, Boss?" Joe replied, sticking his head around the corner of the building, wondering what his young employer wanted. Joe was a nearly ten years older than Stan, and secretly jealous of the younger man's success. At 34, Joe dreamt of starting his own garage, secretly fantasizing about stealing some of Stan's wealthier clientele when he did manage to set up his own shop. Unfortunately, that dream was years away, might never happen, so Joe hid his ambitions and worked diligently for Stan.

"It's lunchtime," Stan announced, digging into his pocket for the money that Mr. Meyers had given him, peeling off a twenty dollar bill. "Why don't you run out and get us a pizza?" He suggested, handing the twenty over to Joe. "I want to stay here and finish up some of the billing," he explained as Joe gave him a questioning look, the older man no doubt wondering why he wasn't going to get lunch himself. "Thanks, Joe," Stan nodded as his employee headed towards his car. Stan moving back towards the office, determined to finish up the pile of invoices on his desk before Joe returned with lunch. He had just sat down at his desk when he heard the sound of a car pulling up out front. "Guess these will have to wait," he muttered, standing once more, his fingers running through his short dark hair as he stepped out of the cubicle to see what this new customer wanted.

 

[Marisa]

Allison Meyers-Parker age 43 long black hair with pouty lips, slender legs and a sequined mini skirt climbed out of her husband’s prized possession, his antique Mercedes Benz. Several wrinkles on the right side of the car were clearly visible as she walked into the Palmer’s automotive repair shop. “Hello, are you the owner here? Are you Mr. Palmer?” She turned pointing to the car. I have had a fender bender in my husband’s car. He is out of town on business for several weeks. I could really use someone good to fix his car. I would be willing to pay for the car to look like it did before the accident. I am good for the money. Mr. Randolph Meyer’s is my Father, and Kenneth McKenzie is my husband. Surely you and I could come up with a figure that wouldn’t be too bad.”

Allison bit her bottom lip, twisted her hair and fidgeted for several moments. “Please tell me you have an opening and time to work on his car for me? I need it back before his return in three weeks. I don’t have a lot of money, can we work on a deal, like weekly payments?. He will be so angry with me for taking it out without his approval as it is.” Allison felt over dressed standing before the guy who was covered in grease.

 

[Pogue]

Stan watched as the woman climbed out of the vintage car, his eyes glancing admiringly at her legs beneath her short skirt. It was just a glancing look, no obvious ogling as the customers usually didn't like their mechanic leering at them lecherously. Nice, Stan thought to himself as he watched the older woman walk into the relative darkness of the garage. "Hi," he greeted her, "I'm Stan Palmer." He assured her, holding out his hand to greet her after wiping it carefully on his pants to make sure it was clean.

"Ooh," Stan whistled sympathetically as she pointed out the crumpled front end, "shame for it to happen to such a beauty. Such a beautiful car," he amended after a few seconds, not wanting this obviously wealthy woman to think he was hitting on her. "Well, I can do the work," he assured her, "I'll have to juggle a few other jobs around but I'm sure I can get it done before your husband returns." Stan nodded as she assured him that she was good for the money, trying to keep his face neutral as she dropped the names of her father and husband. There was definitely some money there, Stan thought as he looked the car over. It'd need a new front panel, there was no way he'd be able to bang out the dents without the repairs being obvious. He frowned a little bit as she mentioned making some sort of a deal. Typical, Stan thought to himself, first she mentions her father and husband's money and then tries to get a better price. "It's going to be costly," he assured her, the price going up in his mind as she suggested weekly payments, "and the car's value is going to be significantly less. Looks like she was in mint condition before. With an accident reported on it, and a replacement panel, I'd guess the insured value of the car will be about half of what it was," Stan informed the attractive older woman.

"I can fix it, it'll look as good as new, but it won't be worth as much," he warned her, his eyes lingering on her slender legs for a few seconds. "Would you like me to work up an estimate on the repairs?" He asked, finding himself wanting to keep her there longer, she certainly improved the aesthetics of the garage. If only all his customers looked this good, Stan thought to himself, and wore such short skirts...

 

[Marisa]

Allison frowned when she heard the value of the car would go down. “Mr. Palmer, Stan, isn’t there a way to fix the car without the value going down? Do you have to report it? No one else was involved in the accident, I barely bumped the concrete barrier. I can’t believe it was such a hard hit.” She groaned hearing it would be expensive. “Surely there is some kind of loophole for such a car as this. I am good for the money, I am. I will pay extra if you will keep it out of the insurance and accident coverage reports. I am going to be disowned for sure if my husband finds out. Whatever it takes Stan to make this car fixed I will be in your debt for a long time and will give you my word, you won’t regret helping me out of this jam..” She began fidgeting again and looked up into his eyes, “Yes please, I would like to see an estimate before you start working on it, thank you.”

She thought about her trust fund her Father had set up before she married Kenneth. The only bad thing about it was that she could only withdraw from it once a month. She had some cash in her purse and credit cards but they were pretty much tapped out for this month. Allison paced back and forth while Stan worked on the estimate. She stopped looking out the window of the shop. “Little car you are going to be the end of me.”

 

[Pogue]

"Well, it's illegal to do such repairs and not report them to the either the insurance company or the accident coverage reports," Stan told her, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as his eyes ran over her shapely body once more. "I could get into a lot of trouble if I don't report it. Trying to defraud the accident reports is a very serious charge," he warned, a vague idea forming in the back of his mind as he sat at the desk, writing up the estimate quickly.

Stan tried to focus on the estimate, looking up the cost of a new front panel and scribbling it down on the invoice, his eyes repeatedly drawn to the attractive older woman as she paced around the garage. She certainly was sexy, Stan mused, his eyes running over the pleasing curves of her rear as she moved back and forth around the garage. Maybe a bit too old for him but she did have one hell of a body. A quick, dirty little fantasy of fucking her on the hood of her car flickered through Stan's mind, causing a slow smile to cross his face as he finished the estimate.

"Here's the quote," he announced, holding out the invoice to her, the figure written on the bottom high by any standards. She'd assured him that she was good for the money as well as intimating that she'd like him to bend the rules, the risk of getting caught defrauding both the insurance company and the accident coverage reports tacking on nearly a thousand dollars to the bill. "I can have the car done in about a week," he assured her, waiting for her to read through the estimate, his eyes lingering on her face, fantasizing about those full pouty lips. "But if you don't want me to report the accident," he ventured, his voice filled with feigned hesitancy as he added, "well, there'd have to be some sort of... personal compensation."

 

[Marisa]

Allison knew the legalities of business. She was half owner of Parker & Parker. “Stan, if you get in any trouble, call me, I have one of the best lawyers in town. You know the saying, money talks.. I have money, I also have a reputation of being a crude business associate. I promise you, the legal part of things will never come up. Please trust me on that.” She watched him for a moment her frustration mounting. Turning back to the window and seeing the car she muttered under her breath. She shook her head wondering how angry Kenneth would be if she told him the truth about his prized possession.

She took the quote from Stan and her eyes widened. “Seriously?” She looked at him and her heart sunk. Allison would be paying him off in months, not weeks as she assumed. “Oh Stan, it will take me a few months to pay this off. I never realized how expensive it is to fix a car fender.” She bit her bottom lip and sat down on the office chair. “Oh my god I am in deep trouble. I think I should call my father, maybe he will help so we can settle the cost sooner.”

She ran her fingers through her hair looking up as he talked about personal compensation. “I’m listening Stan, what do you want? A new car, a boat, I have buildings all over the city, several in fact that would give you better space, lighting, a parking lot. You name it Stan, and it is yours. I am sure I can give you whatever is on your mind.”

 

[Pogue]

"Well, even if the legal issues never come up, it could hurt my reputation," Stan pointed out as she assured him that her lawyer would look out for him. He doubted it, he had the sneaking suspicion that if any trouble came up, the first thing her lawyer would do would be to put as much distance between her and Stan's legal issues. "It's a big risk, what you're asking me to do. It could ruin my business," he assured her seriously, "no one wants a dishonest mechanic."

"I wasn't thinking of that sort of personal compensation," Stan assured her as she offered up a new car or boat. The offer of new building did tempt him briefly but he discarded it, again not sure how long her gratitude would last once the car was repaired. He'd probably no more than move in to whatever space she offered than receive an eviction notice. No, if he was going to get something from her, it'd have to be something she couldn't renege on. He couldn't help but smile as she assured him that she could give him whatever was on his mind, the dirty little fantasy of them fucking flickering across his thoughts.

"Okay, here's the deal," he said finally, leaning forwards toward her, his hands clasped eagerly together on the desk. "I'll fix the car, it'll be good as new, and I won't report that it's been in an accident," he assured her, pausing to let her assimilate what he'd said. "In return for this favor, and perhaps a discount on the cost of the repairs, you agree to do what I ask. A favor for a favor so to speak," he offered.

 

[Marisa]

“I know you don’t really know me Stan, I am an honorable woman. If I say I will do something, then I will do it. If I offer you legal help, you will get the best. Our firm has the best lawyers money can buy, they are on salary and are very discreet.” She took a few steps closer to his desk, “Look Stan, right now you have more of an advantage than I have in this matter. I need that car in the shape it was before I took it out. You have the skill to do so, the know how perhaps the thought of working on this little Classic is a dream, perhaps not. Please fix it for me, I promise no bad thing will happen to you. I will send all of my colleagues to you as well as meeting your personal request.”

She paced a little more then walked behind Stan’s desk and his chair then placed both hands on his shoulders. “Here’s one thing I can do for you right now.” She began to massage his shoulders from his shoulder joints up to his neck. “Just name it Stan, it is yours. Do you want it in writing? I will sign anything.. a favor for a favor, consider it a deal, that is how desperate I am.”

 

[Pogue]

Stan smiled as she assured him that she was an honorable woman, promising only the best legal help, knowing that she was desperate and he held the key to her situation. Even she acknowledged that he had the advantage over her, almost pleading with him to fix the car, promising to refer him to all of her colleagues. Might not be a bad thing if they look like her, Stan mused, nodding his head at her words.

"That's nice, Mrs. Parker," he murmured as she moved behind his chair, her fingers beginning to massage the muscles of his shoulders and neck. "You've got good hands," he complimented her, leaning his head back, the top of his head brushing against her chest. "I think having it in writing is a good idea for both of us," he agreed, trying to come up with the wording of such an agreement in his head as his thoughts were momentarily by the closeness of this attractive older woman. He knew that the agreement would have to be worded vaguely but binding enough that she couldn't wiggle out of her side of the bargain. "Thank you, that's enough," he assured her, reaching up to pat one of her hands, his hand seeming large and coarse next to hers, his fingers stained from years of grease and oil in stark contrast to her elegant and manicured hands.

Leaning forward, Stan picked up a piece of paper, writing a few simple lines on it before signing the bottom. "Here, sign this," he instructed with a nod of his head at the paper, holding the pen out to her.

"And for the first favor I will ask of you," Stan told her with a smile, "is to accompany me to dinner tonight. I'm meeting a few representatives for a tool company, they want me to use their materials exclusively, but I don't have a date. If you agree to be my date, it'll be one small favor that you no longer owe me."

 

[Marisa]

Allison came around to the front of his desk pleading with him with her eyes. She watched as he pulled out a paper and a pen. For the first time ever, she never read the words. She knew he would help her if she signed. Leaning forward taking the pen from his hand, she then signed it Allison Myers-Parker and dated it for April 1, 2013. “April fool’s day of all days,” she stood up feeling the weight lifting off her shoulders.

She listened to him ask her to be his date. To accompany him to dinner. A simple business dinner. She smiled back then nodded her head, “I would be glad to Stan. We both need to eat, I see no harm in it. Would you like me to pick you up in the Limo or meet you at the restaurant? If I am going as your date, it would be more appropriate to go in as a couple. Your choice though. Seeing as how we have come to an agreement, I think it would be in our best interest to keep our relationship open and friendly. Perhaps we should meet before the dinner and cover the how we met stuff, you know how things would sound if we answered differently. Even sales people ask odd questions.”

She looked down at her extravagant wedding rings. “Tonight I will leave these home. We don’t need anyone thinking you are dating a married woman. Makes for better business, don’t you agree Stan?”

 

[Pogue]

Stan nodded as she agreed to accompany him that evening, even going as far as to offer to pick him up in the limo. If she was this agreeable to everything, Stan mused, then he had struck one hell of a deal. Although he did doubt she'd be so complacent with some of the other favors he had in mind for her. "We're not supposed to meet the representatives until 8 at the restaurant," he told her, thinking for a few seconds before adding, "why don't you pick me up here in the limo around 7? That should give us enough time to get our stories straight," he assured her, picking up the signed agreement, folding it carefully before tucking it away in one of his filing cabinets.

"Oh, I think we need to keep things friendly and open between us," Stan nodded in agreement, wondering how friendly she'd be towards him when he revealed his full plans for her. "Yes, I think it'd send the wrong message if they thought you were married," he mused as she suggested that she leave her wedding ring at home. "Oh, and please wear something... special, Allison," he requested, his eyes running over the older woman's body. "I really want to impress them so wear something nice," he told her, hearing Joe's car approaching the garage. "I'll see you here around 7," he assured her, wanting her to leave before Joe saw her, his lone employee bound to ask questions that Stan didn't want to answer right then.

 

[Marisa]

Allison stood in front of him as she prepared to leave. “You can be assured I will dress appropriately Stan. These business dinners are all for show mainly it is who can outdo the other. I have been to many over the past few years. Sometimes it’s the women who tend to have cat fights around the table just to have something to do. God forbid one might out dress the other. So are you going to call me a cab, or should I drive my husband’s car home or do I get to walk home?”

She held up her hand as she pulled out her cell phone. Hitting speed dial she made on her call. “Montgomery, it is Mrs. Parker. Please pick me up at Palmer’s. Yes, right now. You know which place, Daddy’s favorite garage. Yes that one, please hurry I have a meeting to go to tonight.”

She smiled at Stan, “Easy as pie. He will be here in 20 minutes Stan, I’ll go sit outside in the car so I stay out of your way. I know you have work to do. I do appreciate your willingness to work with me on the car. You have no idea just how grateful I am. Good day Stan. I will be here tonight at 7pm, dressed to kill.” She gave him a harmless wink and walked out to the car.

 

[Pogue]

Stan nodded as Allison assured him that she'd dress appropriately, part of him hoping that she'd also dress provocatively as he really wanted to see more of her shapely mature body. Soon enough, he reminded himself, his eyes running over her body as he tried to imagine her naked. He was so engaged fantasizing about her body that he forgot to offer to call her a cab. Luckily she took care of it herself, calling her husband's limo.

"Thank you, Allison," Stan nodded as she told him she'd wait outside, "I'll see you at 7." She'd no more than stepped outside then Joe returned, carrying the pizza boxes and glancing curiously at the dented Mercedes. "Took you long enough," Stan chided his employee jokingly as Joe placed the boxes on the desk.

"They were busy," Joe shrugged defensively, fishing in his pocket for the change. "What's with the car? And the woman?" He asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards where Allison sat in her husband's car.

"Keep the change," Stan nodded as he opened up the first pizza box, pulling out a slice. "What? Oh, just a side project that I'm going to be working on," he told his worker, smiling inwardly as he knew Joe would thing he was referring to the car not the woman sitting inside it. "Hurry up and eat, we've got a lot of work to do and I've got the meeting with the click-on tool reps tonight."

"Okay, boss," Joe nodded eagerly, wondering what had put Stan in such a good mood that he wouldn't ask for his change. Whatever it was, Joe liked it, pocketing the extra five dollars from buying the pizzas.

At 6:45 that evening, Stan was sitting at his desk, shooting repeated glances at the clock as if by looking more often he could speed time up. He had changed out of the overalls he wore while working, changing the grease stained blue denim for a dark charcoal shirt and black pants, the tie around his neck feeling like it was strangling him. He was anxious, not because of the business dinner, but about Allison. Would she really keep her side of the deal? Would she honor their agreement when he revealed what he really wanted from her?

 

[Marisa]

Allison dressed in her gold sequin dress that left some to the imagination of what would be behind the dress. She picked out her nude shiny stockings and went with her gold leather flats. She pulled her long hair in the back holding it together with pins and combs that sparkled. With barely a hint of light scented perfume. Last she pulled off her wedding rings and placed them in her jewelry cabinet and locked it.

She wasn’t exactly sure why but Allison was excited to be going out with Stan this evening. She was sure it was all business but she wanted to keep this business arrangement friendly. Kenneth wouldn’t be back stateside for 3 more weeks, she gave it some thought and called the staff together before she left. “Take the weekend off with pay. I can fend for myself for a few days. Now go and enjoy your family for a few days.” If she wanted to have Stan over this weekend for a friendly dinner there would be no prying eyes and tales spread around the staff. It certainly wasn’t anyone’s business but theirs.

The Limo arrived at 6:50 pm. Allison told the driver to open the door for her guest. He got out and opened the rear passenger door and waited until Stan got it. Their were 2 glasses of champagne already poured waiting to begin their new ‘partnership’ and toast to a successful bargain.

 

[Pogue]

Stan stood up as he heard a car approaching, a smile slowly crossing his face as he saw the big black car pulling up in front of the garage. She'd kept her end of the bargain, Stan thought gleefully as the limousine came to a stop outside, the driver hopping out to open the back door for him. His fingers went to the knot of his tie, pulling at it a little, trying to lessen the strangling feeling as he headed towards the big black car. Nodding his head at the driver in thanks, Stan slid into the back seat.

"Wow," he whistled softly, his eyes going wide in appreciation as he saw Allison in the gold sequined dress, his gaze running appraisingly down her body. "You look nice," he complimented her, understating her appearance as he settled into the seat beside her. She was stunning, sure to impress the sales representatives, and make any other man jealous of Stan for being with her.

"So, let's get our stories straight," he suggested, picking up the glasses of champagne and handing one to her. He noticed with a smile that she'd done as she said she would, the third finger of her left hand was now unadorned by her wedding rings. If she was this obedient, this compliant in everything, Stan was sure he'd made a good deal. "I'd say we keep it simple, base how we met off the truth," he suggested, his eyes running over her full curves beneath the tight dress. "You can in to the garage to get your car fixed and we met that way," he shrugged, knowing the simplest lies were the easiest to keep up. "How long do you think we've been together?" He asked as he sipped at the sparkling wine, trying not to wrinkle his nose at it. He'd never liked champagne, he was much more of a beer drinker, but he didn't want to appear too uncouth to Allison so he kept sipping at his glass.

 

[Marisa]

Allison smiled, “Thank you Stan, you look pretty hot yourself. First things first. A toast to our new relationship and whatever happens tonight, happens.” She set her glass down and reached for his tie. “I do not know how you men can stand these things, but let me fix it for you a bit.” She loosened it up just enough to make it still professional looking and more comfortable for him, she had hoped. “I really hate this stuff and by the look on your face you don’t like it either. I should have asked first. Trial and error. Open that door in front of you and dump the glasses. To the right you will see a red button, push it and the door will be stocked with many kinds of beer, soda and wine. I’ll take a ginger ale, please.”

She thought about it a moment before she answered him. “Simple yes, I drove into your garage with my car asking you if you would fix it. When you did I asked you out for a picnic in appreciation and we have been dating ever since. I would say about a year now, right darling?” She blushed, “Well if we are going to lie about dating you better get used to me calling you darling tonight.”

Allison started to say something else, then thought it through a bit more. She cleared her throat then licked her lips before continuing. “I don’t know how to approach this subject Stan, but it is something that we need to be clear on before we go in that restaurant. Even in the most innocent way, people can tell if you’re a real couple or pretending. especially if you are dealing with salesmen. So, my suggestion is simple. That we practice kissing like we have been lovers a while now.” Her face now red as she blushed. She waved a hand in front of her face, “Is it me or did it suddenly get very hot in here?”

 

[Pogue]

Stan smiled as Allison leaned forward, her fingers loosening his tie so that it felt as if he could breathe again. "Thanks," he nodded in acknowledgement of both her compliment and her help," I don't wear a tie too often. Not since college," he shrugged, taking another sip of champagne, unable to hide his dislike of the taste from her. "Here," he offered, taking her glass of champagne and dumping it as she suggested, hunting around in the mini-bar to find her a ginger ale and a beer for himself.

Stan nodded in agreement as she further elaborated on their fictitious relationship, raising an eyebrow as she added the term of endearment at the end. "That makes sense," he nodded, trying to keep a straight face as this rich older woman called him darling. It would be more convincing to the salesmen, Stan realized, but it just seemed so incongruous to him. If she didn't owe him something, if he wasn't helping her out of a jam, she wouldn't condescend to be seen in public with him much less call him darling. "I'll try to get used to it, dear," he replied, adding his own term of endearment, the word sounding slightly hollow and odd as he said it.

Stan could see that she was thinking of something , trying to broach a subject as she cleared her throat, licking her lips nervously before continuing. He knew she was right, that people were able to pick up on the body language of a couple, able to differentiate two people in a relationship from two people who barely knew each other. He had figured it was something they'd have to risk, relying mostly on her stunning looks to distract the tool company representatives from the lack of intimacy between Stan and her. He'd never considered suggesting that they practice kissing, despite having a few more explicit fantasies and vague plans as to how this evening was going to end. Allison's suggestion simply accelerated his plans slightly.

"I think that's an excellent idea," Stan assured her, trying to hide his eagerness as he slid closer to her, his thigh now pressing against hers, his arm stretching up over her shoulders as he leaned in close to her. "It is hot in here," he almost whispered, "and it's because of you." Smiling, Stan pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard. It wasn't a soft, gentle, exploratory first kiss... no, this was a passionate, demanding kiss of two familiar lovers.

 

[Marisa]

The moment Stan’s lips pressed against Allison’s lips her heart began to race as her breathing changed too. Her lips kissing his like they were long time lovers, in need and in want exploring his mouth fit together like a well designed puzzle. One of her hands reached underneath his arm while the other slid up his neck into his hair to the back of his neck as she pressed him to go further. Soft moans escaped her lips as she moved her body closer to his.

Allison’s mind drifted while they were kissing seeing herself in his arms being carried to his bed. The thought never occurred to her of being a cheating wife until this deep passion filled kiss. Breaking the kiss she pulled back a enough to whisper, “Nice.” Her lips went back to his and stayed there until he broke the kiss. “You keep kissing me like that, I might decide to keep you, darling.”

She didn’t pull out of their embrace. She stayed close to him and smiled. “I like how you kiss, Stan, you do it with such feeling. I have never been kissed that way before.” She reached over and pressed a blue button turning on the a/c. "I must say you take my breath away. No one would ever guess we just met today.”
Reaching up she touched his face with her palm looking into his eyes deeply. Softly nodding her head in approval her thoughts were ‘if only’ ......she didn’t finish her thought, it was a wrong thought, one that would be dangerous to say out loud.

 

[Pogue]

Stan smiled as she eagerly returned his kiss, her mouth soft and pliant against his, her arms going around him, embracing him as her lips parted for him. He hadn't expected her to be this eager, this willing, Stan thought to himself as he kissed her deeply, his arm around her shoulder drawing her closer to him. If things kept going this way, his plans for her would be fulfilled much sooner than he'd anticipated.

"Not bad," Stan breathed as their first kiss ended, smiling into her dark eyes, knowing that his faint praise would probably drive her on, would push her to be bolder. And he was right as she kissed him again, Stan letting her take the lead this time, knowing that there was no way she could claim he was coercing her now. "Only if I let you keep me," he assured her with a cocky smile, his attitude indifferent as he settled back onto his seat, determined to act slightly aloof, to see if he could incite her to further action by appearing disinterested in her.

"Well, that was the idea, wasn't it, Allison?" He asked as she suggested that no one would be able to tell that they'd just met that morning. It was obvious that something was lacking in her marriage, in her husband, if she'd never been kissed that way before... If she enjoyed that simple kiss that much, Stan mused as she reached up to touch his face, how will she react once I show her a few of my other tricks? He regarded her with a slightly condescending smile as she looked deep into his eyes, dreamy thoughts obviously running through her mind. She's going to be fun, Stan mused, confident in his ability to make the wealthy older woman do what he wanted of her.

 

[Marisa]

“Is there any doubt to the lengths you will go Stan? I mean, will it stop with tonights last kiss? Or will there be more passionate kissing, more sales type dinners to share?” She gave him a slight nod “You won’t be able to tell them we broke up any more than I would, if I met them on the street and they ask about you.” She smirked at his cocky smile. “Dare to put it to the test tonight darling? I sent the staff home for a three day holiday. After dinner, if you want to test your theory ‘only if you let me’ that is, you could come over for a nightcap as we discuss our new relationship.”

Allison ran her finger over her bottom lip softly like she was in deep thought while her eyes never left his. “Perhaps owning you wasn’t the right phrase. I am sure the both of us will come to terms with our new love life, however it pans out tonight, is up to you Stan. But before we get to the restaurant, kissing is one thing. Putting your hand on my thigh is quite another. We must appear to others as if it the most natural thing, we are as far as they will know, lovers.”

 

[Pogue]

Stan raised an eyebrow as she smirked at him, almost daring him to push the boundaries of their new relationship as she told him about giving the staff the weekend off. "Maybe," he mused, not wanting to give her a definitive answer despite how tempting the invitation was. He wanted to keep her guessing, to keep her unsure of what their new relationship really was. Was it just a business agreement, small favors in exchange for car repairs, or was it something much more significant? He had a feeling that she'd believe it to be a more personal relationship than he would, his interest in her being purely physical.

"Owning and keeping definitely aren't the right phrases," Stan assured her somewhat coldly, resenting the choice of words. Only a rich and powerful person would dare to say they'd keep someone, that they owned them, and Stan resented the implication that he could be a possession, that because he worked with his hands he was less than her and could therefore be kept. He was determined to show her the error in her words, vowing to himself that she'd be the one to be claimed as a possession in the end.

"You're right," he nodded as she pointed out that they had to appear as lovers, that their touches had to seem natural and spontaneous if they were going to convince the salesmen that they were a couple. "Have the driver pull over," Stan suggested, glancing at his watch and realizing that they still had plenty of time before they were due at the restaurant. "We've got time. We can practice being a couple a bit longer," he assured her, leaning closer to her as the big black car pulled over to the side of the road. His mouth covered hers as the car came to a stop, his hands beginning to roam over her body, his fingers moving eagerly over her soft form as his mouth pressed demandingly against hers.

 

[Marisa]

“I am sorry that I offended you in any way Stan. It wasn’t my intention, please don’t let it spoil tonight.” She sat there not sure what to say. Being a businesswoman was one thing. Personal relationships was not her best in experiences. She had married for convenience, not because she was in love with Kenneth. It was a business deal and nothing more. Her husbands business trips were his secret getaways with his mistress, Allison was only a lovely decoration to the home front. Good for making him look good.

“I said I was sorry. I won’t bring it up again. Really I was just, well, I don’t know playing around for lack of better terminology.” She kept her eyes toward the floor board, embarrassed at the idea he took her playful use of words in a bad light. The mood changed and she thought maybe things were not going to go as smoothly as she had hoped. Though his kisses were more than wonderful. He made her feel appreciated and wanted. His lips on hers made her toes curl. The fact that he was checking her out, the dress she had chosen to wear, he seemed to really mean it when he said she looked beautiful.

Allison looked at Stan with a questionable look and told the chauffeur to pull over and turn on some music to keep him occupied up front. She then made sure the glass partition was fully closed. She smiled softly though she didn’t say a word. Hearing him say they could ‘Practice longer’ lifted her mood as she prepared for whatever Stan had in mind. The moment the limo pulled over Stan’s lips were on hers again. She wanted it to continue. No man had ever made her feel this way. His hands exploring her body with tender touches, she couldn’t help it when she moaned softly in his mouth. There was no doubt in her mind he could have her if he wanted, if he asked. She doubted he would, this was nothing more than a friendly favor on his part. Tonight was turning into something much more than a favor. She was beginning to feel it was her that was benefiting from this date far more than Stan who was ‘dateless.’

 

[Pogue]

Stan had to hide his smile at her obvious uncertainty, her embarrassment over her choice of words. He liked keeping this rich woman guessing, keeping her guessing as to his reactions to her words. He was certain that she was used to being the one in control, that due to her money and power, she was used to doing and saying what she wanted, but Stan wanted to keep her on her toes by acting aloof and cold towards her one minute before kissing her passionately the next. She wouldn't be the one in control with him, Stan vowed to himself as she looked at him with a questioning look before instructing her chauffeur to pull the car over.

Stan didn't care if the driver knew or suspected what was happening in the backseat although Allison must have, instructing him to turn on some music before she ensured that the glass partition was in place, ensuring them the most privacy they could have in the car. Stan actually found the idea of someone knowing, or suspecting, what they were doing to be exciting as he leaned over her. He could tell she was eager, pleased that they could keep practicing being a couple, as his mouth covered hers, his lips mashing against hers in a hard demanding kiss. As they kissed, Stan's hands moved up to cup her face, fingers tracing over her cheeks and down the sides of her neck. He caressed her shoulders, feeling her slender body, warm and pliable, beneath her sequined dress. His hands moved down her arms and over her body, avoiding her breasts and other erogenous zones until he broke the kiss. Pulling his mouth off hers, Stan stared into her bright eyes as his hands moved up to cup the soft full mounds of her breasts, watching her reaction as he groped her mature body.

 

[Marisa]

Allison felt like a child whose fingers had been slapped for reaching out for candy without asking. Not knowing what to say or if she should stay quiet. Up to this point she had thrown out suggestions as how they should act in mixed company. To attempt to fool those they were having dinner with tonight. She wasn’t too sure if her tone was condescending to him. She certainly didn’t mean it to come out that way. Very close to apologizing again she bit her lip and sighed.

The moment he kissed her again all thoughts ran out of her mind as she felt him demanding more of her through his kiss. Her full attention was on him, his lips pressing hard against hers. Every touch and caress brought her closer to responding in a way no happily married woman would. Except she wasn’t happily married. His caresses were touching her senses to the point she almost whimpered in need for him to go further. She knew better and did nothing. Her hand went to his cheek as they kissed. It was when he cupped her face in his hands then his fingers tracing over her cheeks that a small sigh of contentment slipped through her lips.

Stan broke their kiss and she stared back into his eyes until his hands cupped her breasts. Her eyes closed only for a moment as he did so. Allison silently chastised herself for not wearing a nude colored bra. His hands were like branding irons from the heat of his fingers felt through her silky sequined dress. She wanted to say this was far enough but the words never came out leaving her mouth slightly parted as she continued to stare into his eyes like a moth caught in a flame there was no escape.

 

[Pogue]

Stan was enjoying her confusion, delighting in watching this powerful rich woman reeling in uncertainty as to he wanted from her. It was a rare moment for him, to be able to control a wealthy older woman, to be able to tell one of his clients what they were going to do rather than being the one told what to do. It felt good being in control, Stan realized, knowing that tomorrow morning things would go back to normal at work, that once more he'd be at the beck and call of people such as her, that he'd have to meekly take their condescending attitudes if he wanted their business.

But that was tomorrow morning, Stan thought as he watched her face carefully, his hands moving slowly over her sequined dress, his eyes locked with hers as his fingers curled to lightly cup her full breasts. He watched her eyes close for a brief second, perhaps closing in pleasure at his exploratory touch, perhaps in shame for letting him touch her in this way. Whatever the reason, Stan was glad when she reopened her eyes, their gazes meeting and locking once more. He could see the hesitancy in her eyes, the desire to stop him, to tell him that he'd gone far enough as his hands moved over her full breasts, gently kneading and groping the soft mounds. He expected the words, was prepared to stop at her first protest, but the protest never came, his touch becoming more confident, more assertive as they sat there, silently staring into each other's eyes. His fingers worshiped her breasts, gliding and caressing every inch of her full mounds through her dress, his hands striving to bring her as much pleasure as he could.

Just when he thought his touches were bringing her as much pleasure as he could, Stan stopped, letting his hands fall to his sides as he leaned forward, a teasing smile on his face as he looked into her dark eyes. "We should get going," he told her simply, leaning forward to kiss her lips briefly, "or we'll be late for the dinner."