Chapter 3
Reva wasn't in love with Len. Nor did she hate him. She was fully aware that what had passed between them was something purely animalistic. She also knew that in order to keep her job, she would do precisely as Len ordered, not only with other men, but with Len, himself, when he demanded to fuck her again. She wasn't naive enough to believe he would leave her alone now that he'd had her once. He knew he had a good thing going with her, and he'd be a damned fool to let go of it.
Granted, she was his best saleswoman, but if he fired her, he wasn't overly worried because he would be able to hire three, four, or even five others to take her place. She, on the other hand, would have a difficult time finding so lucrative a job. What made it even more lucrative was the bonus as the end of the year. Last December, she had been given a two thousand dollar bonus, and even in these inflation-ridden times, two thousand dollars went a long way in helping to keep the wolf from the door.
For the time being she was Len's slave. Granted she was a well-paid slave, but she was a slave, nevertheless. At least, she was a slave during working hours. During the rest of the day and night she belonged to no one but herself.
She hadn't dated, using her work as an excuse, claiming she was too tired after work to go out. However, now she knew the real reason why she hadn't dated. She had been afraid some man would do to her precisely what Len had done. Well hell! If she had to fuck for work, she might just as well do it for fun, as well. The next time some interesting-looking man asked her out, she intended taking him up on the offer. Not that she would pay for the meal with her vagina. But if she liked the man well enough, then she would go further.
Unfortunately, this Saturday evening, she had no date. In fact, in order to secure a two thousand dollar order from a male customer, she had agreed to do some baby-sitting for him. Ridiculous as it seemed, it appeared to be the only way she was able to clinch the sale. It seemed the man was busy as hell during the week, save for Saturdays, when he spent as much time with his young son as possible. But he liked going out
Saturday nights, and it was all but impossible for him to find a qualified sitter.
Reva had gone to his home, not too far from her own, earlier in the day. Saturday was also the only day he would be home to look at carpeting. He was far too busy to go to the large carpeting stores, so the shop-at-home service was perfect for him. He had seemed reluctant to buy at first, until Reva had used the old trick of showing him ads certain carpet remnant warehouses ran, comparing her prices to those of the remnant warehouses. Her prices were on a par with them, but she was offering free installation and padding.
Eventually she had won Frank Porter over, but he had insisted that he'd needed someone to sit with his son while he went out on a date that night. If Reva would be able to find him a sitter, he'd buy. So Reva had agreed she, herself, would sit. After all, it meant a better than two hundred-and-fifty dollar commission to Reva. In the future, she would probably be dating on Saturday evenings, herself.
So Reva went home, showered, changed into something comfortable, in this case an old blouse and skirt, and she went to Frank Porter's house. He smilingly welcomed her in, showed her where everything was, then left.