Domesticating Jim
Monday brought a complete change for several reasons. First I cleared my stuff from the flat at the motel. Then, armed with all the weekend receipts and payments, sorted out the books. Greg brought me a coffee.
“You guys have a good weekend?”
“Brilliant, thanks,” I replied, grinning as I looked through his receipts. “Looks like you had a busy one.”
“We did. Wedding party — a lot of the guests stayed overnight.” Perching on the edge of the desk, he sipped his coffee, “And I’ve got another potential customer for you. The Palms Motel needs help. Their bookkeeper got pregnant!”
“Well, at least I can’t have that happen …” Watching him register what I’d said, I grinned as I noted the slight change at his crotch. “Your bookkeeper won’t ever need maternity leave …”
“You …” Colour flooded his face and he let out a peel of laughter. “No, I guess not!”
“See, there’s a big advantage of hiring guys like me.” Joining his laughter, I added, “I’ll give them a call later, I’ve got another couple of customers to see this afternoon.”
“I walked into that …” throwing up his hands, he laughed. “Was it … is it … good?”
“With the right guy? Fabulous!” I grinned as he flushed again. Draining my coffee, I said, “Now I better get on with the work, or you’ll think I’m shirking.”
I was still grinning as I set to work. If I shut my eyes and flexed my butt, I could still feel Dave as I thought of the sensation of his fucking me. Giggled at the thought — with that much cum inside me, if I were female, it would be a miracle if I weren’t pregnant. Greg’s response to my joke told me he knew what I was implying.
The motel had had a good weekend, even the chalet I’d used had been occupied. The bar receipts were up as well, which meant there was a good deposit for Greg to take to the bank. I’d barely finished when Greg returned from the bank with two mugs of coffee.
“Thought you might want a coffee,” grinning, Greg perched on a chair. “You’re a whole lot more cheerful today than you were. You obviously like your new situation.”
“It shows?” I chuckled. “Let’s put it this way, Dave’s my other half in every way. You and Leonie have that kind of relationship — you compliment each other, at work here, and I’ve seen you working with each other at home. It’s like that with us … We’re still getting used to sharing our home, but so far … well, let’s just say he’s caring, gentle and a great friend — and I try to be the same for him.”
“What can I say?” Greg put his coffee mug down. “Except if it works for you guys — go for it. I hope you both get as much out of your relationship as I get with Jo …”
Building a new business and settling into a relationship can get a bit rough. We both needed to adjust to sharing, me perhaps more than Dave. The demands of setting up, straightening out, or just plain trying to put someone’s ‘books’ in a proper order, is hard work, and sometimes frustrating when key information hasn’t been recorded and has the be teased out. Josh’s books were probably the easiest — but the distraction of being surrounded by rubber and in an Aladdin’s cave of sexy gear …
“I’m absolutely knackered,” I said to Dave as I shut the front door and ripped off my tie. “It’s been flat out all week, and I had to see a damned lawyer this afternoon to deal with the fallout from my mother’s bullshit.”
“Better get yourself changed into something comfortable then, love, and tell me all about it.” Dave gave me a hug and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Want a wine, or something else?”
“A glass of wine sounds brilliant.” Grinning, I pecked his cheek. “And my strait jacket I think! All the legal stuff is driving me nuts.”
“Your strait jacket? That bad, huh?” Dave laughed, squeezed me to his body and grinned as he said, “If you wish. Fetch it when you change. I’ll get the beers.” As we parted, he asked, “Have you eaten today? I can knock up a supper for us while you change.”
“Actually, that would be really good. I grabbed a sandwich for lunch and only got a cup of tea from the legal beagle …”
“You’ve got it.” Turning to head to the kitchen, he added, “Take your time, and I’ll fix a proper meal.” Cutting off my protest, he laughed. “Don’t argue. You’ll need your strength for later!”
“Yes, sir,” I retorted, grinning as I headed upstairs. It had been a rough afternoon, and there were a lot of unresolved issues still to deal with. Right now I needed to just push everything aside and relax. My stomach rumbled and I realised how hungry I was. A quick shower and a change into casual slacks and a loose shirt made me feel a lot more relaxed. On the point of heading back downstairs, I remembered my wisecrack and grabbed the heavy strait jacket.
“Feeling better? Dave greeted me from the kitchen. “Supper’ll be ready in ten minutes. A glass of wine? Or a beer?”
“Is there some of that red we had a couple of days ago still around? That’s about my mood.”
“You got it.” He walked through to the living room and handed me a full glass. “I’ll join you in a couple of minutes.” Kissing my cheek, he grinned. “I see you brought your jacket. We can discuss it over supper.”
“It smells terrific, but you needn’t …”
“Garbage.” Cutting me off, he laughed. “I missed lunch myself, so I figured I’d do something a bit bigger than a snack. If you want to do something lay up a couple of places at the table.”
“Yes, sir.” Sketching a salute, I laid two places at the dining room table, guessing what was required from the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
I got it mostly right, and it needed only a small addition once he’d put the light meal he’d ‘whipped up’ before us. The food and the wine were just what I needed to unwind and he used his forensic skill to gently draw out the story of the day from me. I talked as we cleared away, and then curled up on the sofa.
It was surprisingly painful to recount, but gradually it got easier and my anger and hurt subsided as I talked. The ‘suicide’ note had been a forgery, but not created for the reason we’d all concluded. The real note had been produced and had opened a very different can of very nasty worms. My uncles had decided to leave me right out of that, and the police, now investigating some serious blackmail and fraud charges involving my mother’s lawyer — who’d been blackmailing my father — and the lovely ‘pastor’ at her church who appeared to be complicit, were dealing with it.
It looked, at present, as if my mother was as much a victim as I and my father and it all stemmed from my father being bi — and having had an incautious affair. My mother had been blackmailed into having an affair affair with the lawyer to keep ‘the scandal of her husbands deviance’ quiet. My father had hated it, but gone along with it so that I could grow up without the stigma … While they maintained the illusion of being happily married, it had gnawed away at him — especially when he found that the lawyer was using my mother in a wider fraud involving the church and its funds.
“Well the police have the whole sorry mess now.” Kissing me gently, Dave hugged me. “I think we can safely leave it all to them — I know the guys handling it and they’re straight as a die.”
“I know. Only problem is it’s damaged the firm’s reputation and, in a way, I feel sorry for my mother.” Enjoying the embrace, I kissed his neck. “Who’d have thought my coming out — that first time I wore that beautiful rubber suit for you and enjoyed making love with you — would have exposed all this …?”
“No one, my love, least of all you, my lovely innocent.” His mouth found mine and we kissed. “Now, at least, you can put it behind you.”
“There were moments I thought I was going mad …” Kissing him again, I grinned, “But I’ve got the most fabulous partner, lover, doctor … You!”
He laughed, hugging me. “And I’ve got this fabulously insane accountant, lover, and partner sharing my life.”
“Speaking of ‘insane’ …” Pulling the rubber strait jacket onto our laps, I laughed. “Doctor, I feel one of my episodes coming on. Please put me in my special jacket and give me your special ‘injection’ …”
