My Favorite Acting Stage: The Bar Chapter Six

---

Read Chapter Five

Here’s what really happened.
+/-Expand/Shrink Post

When we got in the backroom she whispered I was going to be really embarrassed but it was necessary.

After a few moments she asked loudly what the hell was wrong. Did she not do it right? Why did I not respond?

At the same time she was pulling my zipper down. I was not sure what to think.

I tried to think of the most embarrassing moment of my life and decided it was probably now.

She told me later my face was bright red and the act of pulling my zipper up as I walked back out to the bar was perfect.

The couple and the bartender were calling me bad names. They were not happy.

I followed Jane out the front door. She was almost a half block ahead. When she heard me behind her she ducked into a doorway. When I saw her she was laughing hard and holding herself like she had to pee.

She threw her arms around me and said that was perfect but we were not quite done. She slapped her hands together and went running across the street right in front of a car.

I came out holding the side of my face and yelling for her to be careful. She went down the street next to her warehouse and once we were out of site she opened a door with a key and we disappeared just as we heard someone yell.

She ran for another door and I followed listening to her laugh. She disappeared behind the door and I followed just in time to see her go through another door.

As soon as I pushed it opened I saw her bent over with pants down and I backed out. But first I told her I liked her butt. She just laughed.

Within seconds she came out and said that we could leave town now. I started to ask why but she placed a finger over my lips and said later.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed a bag. Together we walked to my rental car and she hunkered down in the seat and asked that I park somewhere people would not be able to see her.

I parked in the underground garage right across from the elevators and cleaned out my room and paid my bill.

When I got back to the car she was napping and did not fully awake until I entered the airport.

I got her a ticket and she started asking questions about home and the company I worked for. I had not yet completely explained everything but I was not worried.

She was very surprised when the flight lasted only forty-five minutes, our bags were waiting for us and my van was waiting for me at the curb thanks to the valet.

When we pulled into my garage five minutes later and I told her I was home she laughed and said it was too easy.

We entered through the garage and two young college girls were wiping down all the appliances in the kitchen.

I introduced Jane to my housekeepers and they made faces behind her back. I think it was the first time they had ever seen me with a woman in my house.

I nudged Jane and whispered she should give them shit. She turned and asked if something was hanging out?

The housekeepers were embarrassed but Jane kept at it quizzing them like they were teenagers caught acting stupid. She asked me why I kept them if they treated people so rudely.

After two or three minutes of verbal abuse she walked toward them and leaned in as if sharing a secret. But her voice was fairly loud when she asked if the rumors were true – was he hung like a whale?

Both my housekeepers broke into smiles realizing they had been had and whispered they heard it was really hard to find and did not last long.

They all laughed and Jane asked for directions to the guest room. The housekeepers kept straight faces and offered to make up the bed but Jane said she could manage and started up the stairs.

At the top she turned and asked if I was coming. I smiled and followed her up the stairs.

When we got to the guest room she thought she had the wrong room. I told her it was all hers. She was surprised the connecting bathroom was almost as big as her entire city apartment and was equally surprised about the Jacuzzi tub.

She found the sheets and when I offered to help she laughed and said she had to remember how to do it. It didn’t take her long.

She asked when she would have an interview. I told her whenever she was ready.

She asked what she should wear – should she show some skin? Lots of leg? Cleavage? I said all of the above and left her to change.

She met me in the computer room looking like a lady of the night. I told her it was perfect. I did not mention I was surprised at her breast size and the amount of cleavage - she had kept them well hid the past week. When I opened the van door for her she smiled and told me to avert my eyes. I laughed.

We drove to my offices and I parked in a visitor spot. I could tell she was getting nervous. I told her to relax as we walked into the building.

I sat her in the visitor waiting area telling her I was going to announce her at the security desk and some one would get her for the interview. I had to check in at my office.

I walked away assuring her everything would be fine but little did she know I had called and set her up.

Every person in my company came out to talk to her. All of them acted as if they could not remember her name for more then a few seconds and she was called many different names. All of them leered at her, even the women.

I let her sit for about twenty minutes then had another employee come in the front door dressed very conservatively and saying loudly at the security desk she had an appointment for a teaching position.

She was shown in almost immediately. Jane waited a few more minutes and the same woman came back out with a suit. She thanked the suit several times for the job and walked out the door.

Jane went up to the security desk and asked if she had been forgotten. The guard asked why she was here and he told her he thought the woman that just left got that job. Jane sat back down looking totally dejected.

A few minutes late I sent “Mother” to get her. Mother is exactly that. About sixty-five and runs my HR department - she mothers everyone. She ruthlessly quizzed Jane about stuff she should have never been asked.

Jane told me later she could see the joy in Mother’s eyes but she was not sure where the joy was coming from.

Mother led her to my office where I was sitting in one of two guest chairs. Jane told me she was really glad to see me. She detailed what she had heard and seen.

About this time the girl that had pretended to be hired and the guy escorting her came into the office. Mother came back in and motioned for me to get up so I moved behind the desk.

Then the guard came in and gave his wife, the new hire, a big kiss and hug and then Mother welcomed Jane to the company and introduced Ted, the guy, as her equal and introduced the President and owner of the company – me.

Jane called me several names - the guard shut my door as we all laughed.

Mother and I discussed Jane’s pay, duties and office assignment. She had Jane fill out W-4s and when she checked them she commented we had someone else living on Airport Road.

After a few moments Mother turned bright pink when she realized the address was mine. Jane leaned over whispering she was in the guest room but working towards the master bedroom.

We could hear Mother laughing all the way back to her office.

Ted showed her the training section and introduced everyone. Ted confided the section had been overworked for several months and were sure glad for the help.

Jane mentioned she thought she was only doing the weekend installations. One of the other girls told her if that was true she would make sure Jane got anything she wanted up to and including her husband. Jane asked for the keys to the master bedroom.

I gathered back up to meet all the others. She was surprised I had so few employees but after talking with a few of them she understood I didn’t need any other employees – the ones I had worked hard and were well paid .

Her training coworkers had invited her out for drinks after work so I left her to fend for herself.

At home the housekeepers had just finished. They told me they bought flowers and candy for the guest room. They had also laid out steaks for supper and made sure the grill was clean.

And Jane wondered why I kept them – they had served many a party for me – I would miss them when they went off to a real college.

Jane showed up right after work hours and changed into jeans. Said she didn’t want to show the whole world her bikini wax.

She was back an hour later and not very happy. Her anger scared me and I don’t scare easily.