"Yeah, we're shipping a million units this coming month, and hopefully another in the second quarter. I'm optimistic that will be enough to keep the board of overseers business happy and smiling till fall season arrives."
Dave had his feet propped on his desk with his office phone glued to his ear as he conversed with the admin executive calling from the company's West Coast office located in Santa Monica. He rotated his chair left to right casually while he talked and listened. His eyes hovered upon his wall of honours that featured various executive awards and distinction plaques. Standing on separate shelves were photos taken with Jenny at company events, and others of both of them with the kids on holiday. Everyone looked bright and happy in the photos including himself. He looked at a photo stand beside his computer that was of Jenny and the kids smiling at him when he had taken the photo; that had been taken during a summer trip to Disneyland. He switched his gaze to the window that afforded him an expansive view of the city's downtown section. He would love so much to be someplace else right now, especially for today. Except someone had to bring home the bread and it was him.
"Yeah, you're absolutely right on that," he continued on the phone. "Ray Thrumbone from Finance will be swinging by my office soon. I'll let you know how the meeting goes. Okay, Timmy, talk later. Bye."
He dropped the phone, blew air into his cheeks before letting it out through his lips, feeling relieved that the call was over. He brought both hands behind his head and allowed himself a brief moment of daydreaming. His thoughts went to Jenny. He tried conjuring up whatever she might be doing right now. No doubt bored out of her head while looking after the homestead, wasting time till the kids got back from school and he returned home . . . or who knows they might get lucky by the end of the day and he would get the sort of call they have been expecting since that would spur her into getting out of the house.
Dave looked at a desktop calendar. It had been three weeks and two days since last time they got any prospective calls. This was the first time they have had themselves a longer wait—usually it took a week or less before any worthy client having checked out the escort page in her website made up his mind on contacting her for some erotic service. On the plus side, her website garnered a growing followership. Jenny prided herself in being an irresistible sex queen always wanting black men, and Dave remained devoted towards ensuring that remained so.
There have been times he slyly caught men's eyes admiring her figure when attending past company parties and social events. He always tried to be perceptive when glimpsing stares he caught in men's eyes whenever they paused to ogle her figure. One time they had attended some forgettable charity event where he had received a compliment from a man who audaciously whispered into his ear that Jenny was sexy as fuck. The man never realised he was speaking to her husband. Dave pretended to take his remark at face value when actually he felt a nudge in his pants just from hearing those words.
His thoughts brought him back to the present as if something important suddenly occurred to him. Dave took his feet off his desk and went into the rest room that adjoined his office.
He stood in front of a mirror attached to the wall and first unzipped his fly then unbuckled his pants. His pants fell to his ankles to reveal the red-laced panties he was wearing. Jenny had picked the colour for him as she always did everyday; it looked a little skimpy on him especially with his protruding gut hanging low. Dave held up his gut for a moment to get a better view of his panties before letting go of his flesh. He pulled up his pants then went and peed in the toilet and flushed when he was done. He wore back his pants and washed his hands before leaving the room.
He had barely shut the door when his mobile phone started ringing. There it was blinking its light on his desk. Dave groaned as he clumsily bumped his knee into his chair while reaching to get to his phone. He was quelling the throb in his knee while he answered his phone.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi, is this '1-800-Call-A-Slut'?" a man's voice enquired.
"Yes, this is the number," Dave lowered himself into his chair. He was bubbling inside and could barely contain himself as he spoke to the would-be client. "How can I help you?"
"I was checking out her web page and I liked what I saw there. I've never done this before but is there any chance I can set up an appointment today?"
"Yes, it's definitely possible. Just give me a second, please."
He searched about his desk till he found himself a pen and then reached for a jotter pad and leaned as well. "All right, I'm ready. Let me have your details, sir."