WARNING: R18/ MATURE CONTENT: A 40-year-old divorced father, struggling to make ends meet, stumbles upon a mysterious job opportunity as a driver for Luxury Limo. Desperate for a solution to his financial woes, he takes a chance and applies for the position. As he navigates the interview process, he encounters an enchanting obstacles. But as he delves deeper into the world of Luxury Limo, he begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will he uncover the secrets behind this mysterious company, or will he become entangled in a web of intrigue?
I never thought that at 40 I would be divorced. I have a great son, that I don't get much time to see. I have the usual bills like mortgage, car payment, and now, child support. Somehow, it just doesn't seem fair that the innocent party in a divorce gets raked over the coals by family court.
I have no objection paying child support. However, in my state men almost always lose.
To keep up my bills, I was forced to look for a part time job. I work 40-50 hours a week as a restaurant manager. Yet, that money was no longer enough to keep my financial head above water.
I called several friends inquiring if they knew any part time jobs that I could take on. Everyone said the same thing to me that 'times were tough'.
I went online looking for part time work and ran across an ad for drivers needed. I waited until Monday to call the number listed inquiring about the position.
To my surprise, a delightful lady answered the phone with a slight southern drawl to her voice.
"Thank you for calling Luxury Limo. This is Tracy speaking. Do you need a limo for pickup or airport service?" Her voice just seemed to 'smile' over the phone.
I hesitated for a moment before answering, "Neither, I'm calling about a position that I saw your company post online for a driver."
"Oh, that's handled by Sandra. Please hold while I connect you." Tracy replied.
I waited for what seemed like an hour but, most likely just 5 minutes or so. Finally, a woman with a deep Eastern European accent answered.
"Um, hi there, my name is Bradly and I'm calling about the driver position that you have advertised online."
Sandra reply was that the position was to drop off and pick up people as directed by the dispatcher. In the slow times, the driver is to either patrol the airport arrival area or wait outside one of the half dozen top end resort hotels that they have contracts.
The position revolves carrying their clientele to whatever destination they requested for a flat fee.
In my head, it sounded like a decent job. I asked what the working hours that would be required of me.
Sandra told me that I needed to meet with her at the limo office Tuesday about 8 pm. She also went on to tell me that I needed to wear my best dress suit, so she could make sure that I would be dressed appropriate if they were to offer me the position.
On Tuesday, I showed up at the address she gave me about 15 minutes early. I parked my Toyota Corolla, got out, checked my suit, and sprayed a mint spray in my mouth.
The suit I wore has black slacks and a black dress suit coat. I wore my favorite cobalt blue long sleeved dress shirt with a muted maroon tie with a matching maroon handkerchief. I made sure to polish my black belt and black dress shoes just to impress.
I was nervous to say the least. I had not been on a job interview in several years. My heart was pounding as I looked at the tall office building.
I rang the buzzer on the front door and a rather large bald black man answered.
I introduced myself and he replied, "Oh you're the one here for the job. C'mon in. Take the elevator to the 8th floor and you will see the signs for the limo company. Good Luck."
To me, the elevator ride seemed short, but then again, there was no one else using it. When I arrived at the 'Luxury Limo' door a hand-written sign taped to the door read "knock loudly" which I did.
A cute mid-20's slender black woman answered. She long legs, small but pert boobs, and a beautiful smile.
I asked, "Tracy?"
She chuckled at me and said, "No, I'm Tracy. You must be Bradley. Come on in and follow me but, please be quiet as our phone girls are talking to customers."
I did as I was told and followed her silently. While we were walking through the large conference area, there seemed to be lots of college aged women on the phones.
Since my heart was pattering about a thousand miles a minute I really didn't pay attention to the phone conversations.
Tracy and I arrived at a beautiful set of double doors. I noticed that they seemed to be out of place for an office.
They had the appearance of something from a church or castle. Big thick heavy wood doors with what appeared to be an old iron knob complete with a skeleton key hole.
I smiled to myself thinking that this place is becoming more interesting by the minute.
Tracy knocked and walked right through the doors. I followed and to my surprise there was a very tall statuesque woman with waist length straight blonde hair.
She was dressed in a black leather corset with matching black shorts and thigh high leather boots. The air in the 'office' had the distinctive scent of cloves from some sort of incense burning in a corner of the room.
"Sandra, this is Bradley your 8 o'clock interview. Shall I wait, or would you like me to go back to the phones?" Tracy inquired.
"Stand by the doors. You will be needed in a few minutes." Sandra replied in a heavy accent.
I'm sure that my face was covered with bewilderment. I stood silently with my hands starting to perspire.
Sandra began to speak, "Mr. Brad, you appear to follow directions good. We expect our employees to be able to follow directions specifically. We also expect that whatever you see and hear in your limo remains a secret with anyone except me. Is that understood Mr. Bradley?"
"Yes Ma'am." I replied beginning to worry about how drop-dead gorgeous Sandra and Tracy appeared which got my cock stirring.
"Ok, Mr. Brad, showtime. Please drop your pants." Sandra directed.
"What?"
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