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Subject: Title story: "A Small Bonus" Author: Snidley 61292104
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A Small Bonus
I had been retained through a consulting firm to advise a small, but
very lucrative, corporation through a complicated problem. The complications
could have cost this business well into the multi-million dollar range
had I not sucseeded in the endeavor. After some long hours of hard work
I was ultimately able to accomplish our goal. The owner of this little
company, (I'll use fictitious names in this narrative for modesty's sake
as well as clarity) Joan Sumpter, was certainly a unique individual. She
and I spent a great deal of time together over the months of my employment.
Working virtually hand in hand, we had gotten to know each other rather well.
For all intents and purposes She appeared to be a brash, impetus woman to
most people. However, as she and I got to know each other over time, most
of this turned out to be a facade. In her business persona, she may have
seemed like a bit like a shark to some, but outside that arena I found her
to be a charming, intelligent woman.
Due to the pressure that was on both of us, there were many times our
work sessions would digress into a montage of repartee that often could
become downright obscene. Kinky talk, innuendo, double-entendre and
scurrilous jokes all seemed to help break the tension of our labor. At
first, I figured that she was just coming on to me a bit, merely some
innocent flirtation, because at other times she spoke in glowing terms
about her artist husband of 10 years. A little confusing for me, but I
finally decided that, although there were times she could be overbearing to the
point of being obnoxious, she was a pretty special woman who was
already involved in a loving relationship and really had a lot going for
her. I really came to like her.
Shortly after our deadline was met, She invited me to come to her home
for dinner to celebrate. I took this as a tremendous compliment because
in my dealing with a great many of her associates, I had never met any
who had been invited to her home. It was a bit of a mystery to all her
colleagues, many wondered just what her lifestyle was like outside
work. Or indeed if she even HAD a lifestyle outside of her business. At
the time, I had assumed that her crack about "Leave your inhibitions at
home..." was simply one of her frivolous remarks. When I responded that
I didn't have any inhibitions, she merely smirked over her shoulder at
me. "We'll see..." she said. It turned out to be quite a test...
I used the big brass door knockers on the impressive oak front doors.
After a short pause there was a rustling sound from the other side,
someone fumbling with the knob no doubt. As the door mysteriously
pulled back away from me, a grand foyer was slowly revealed. Surprised
that there was no one to greet me, I was a little unsure of what
etiquette dictated under these circumstances. Deciding that the door
had indeed opened for a reason, I hesitantly stepped inside the stately
home.
I detected a light "clinking" sound as the door began to close behind
me as soon as I had cleared it's path. I hopped back, out of the way. I
couldn't help but think that something was not right here! It took just
a moment before I discovered the cause for my uneasiness. A burning wave
of adrenalin rolled down my spine as it became apparent what was
powering the mysterious door. I tried to take it all in, to be as
observant as my vocation demanded, but my cognition was disjointed and
slow in coming.
A girl. She was small, about 5'4", not much more then 100 pounds. In
her early twenties I surmised. She pushed at the door awkwardly with
her back and bottom, walking backwards. Her hands seemingly held the
door latch which appeared to be pressing into the small of her back.
She didn't even look up at me as she concentrated on carefully shutting
the door. My mind continued to reel as more observations became
apparent. She was blonde, her hair pulled back into a concealed French
braid. I decided she was dressed somewhat distinctively. She wore a
slim beige skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A dark green
wool sweater with a V-neck snugly hugged her distinctly feminine
features. The outfit seemed to have a uniform-ish quality to it because
a white shirt and a bright red, man's style necktie peeked out from
under the sweater. Some of the smaller details emerged in the seconds
that it took for her to close the door. Her white shirt had the those little
tabs on the collar, buttoned tightly under her tie knot. These
tabs caused her tie to stand out a bit more prominently and made the
collar form fit snugly around her supple neck. A small brass name plate
was pinned to her sweater, on her left breast. I couldn't read it at that
moment. The door thumped closed.
My mind had tried to deny the obvious, I was sure that it was playing
tricks on me, as it surly had from the second the door ...
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