Reluctant Proposition : Ch1

The world was a bright and beautiful place, filled with wonderful people. Good people who would give you kindness so long as you extended that kindness to them.

“What are we going to do Mike? We're behind on our rent as is…”

People were good. This world was good. I truly believed that.

“He's not even keeping me on for the rest of the week. How are we going to afford to eat?”

As good as the world was however, it could still be a pain in the ass.

“We'll figure it out.” I pulled Jamie into a hug.

Jamie was all the proof I needed to know this world was truly good. She was more than everything I could have wanted in a girlfriend.

Physically, there was no other way to describe her than sex goddess. Her mixed ancestry, with a mix of French and white Afro-Latina roots, Jamie had the most voluptuous curves known to mankind. Large plump breasts that seemingly defied gravity, bouncing around with every movement of her body. Wide hips and thick juicy thighs. Every inch of her body made me go wild, but the crowning jewel was her ass.

Perfectly rounded, so huge and impossibly plump. Every bikini I'd ever seen her wear gets swallowed up by that ass, that's how thick it was. The perfect complement to the rest of her thick and sexy body.

She was a sex goddess. The girl most men could only fantasise about. Yet despite her porn-star body, she was a gentle and shy girl.

Deeply sheltered for most of her life, I was the first boy her own age she'd ever talked to. Meeting by chance when we bumped into each other on our first day of college.

She was so full of love, and just as hopelessly devoted to me as I was to her. Always putting others ahead of herself, never one to turn away a stranger in need. Even if she wasn't great at dealing with others, she always tried her hardest to leave a good impression on people.

She was everything good in the world. Which is why it hurt so much when that goodness wasn't returned to her in kind.

“This is the third job I've been fired from now.” Jamie hugged me back. “We're going to be living on the streets and it's all my fault.”

Jamie was a beautiful, kind and funny girl, but she wasn't the sharpest light bulb in the deck. Her media studies degree wasn't exactly useful in finding a job either, just adding more debt onto the mountain. She worked so hard, but had a natural clumsiness that always got her into trouble.

“It's not your fault those shelves got knocked over.” I reached my hand over. Giving her perfect bubble butt a quick squeeze. “They should have made the aisles big enough for a girl with an ass as nice as yours.”

“Pffttt stop it silly.” Jamie’s face was flushed red. Any complement, even the smallest thing made her blush. One of her charms that I wouldn't ever tire of.

“You didn't like it there anyway, right?” I reminded her.

“It will be nice getting out of this uniform.” The corner store she had worked in gave her a uniform, but they only had the smallest size available. A problem that seemed to follow her like a curse. From the cheerleading team to her job as a temp receptionist, her clothes always rode up her ass. Showing off various degrees of her plump cheeks.

“This could be a good thing, okay? A new start.” I reassured her. “We've got that money saved up for our trip, we can survive on that for a while.”

Jamie’s eyes immediately dropped when I mentioned our savings. She had the poker face of a child, so pure she was incapable of keeping anything from me.

“We do still have our savings right?”

“I… I might have promised to pay for all of the broken stock…” Jamie gave me a very familiar apologetic look. “Mister Larsson said he wasn't insured! That he'd have to sell the store if I couldn't pay for it! I'm… I'm sorry.”

“No, it's okay. You did the right thing. Our savings aren't worth more than his livelihood.” I told her. “Though, I never knew his business was doing so bad. He drives a Porsche so I just assumed he was loaded… I guess he was just keeping up appearances.”

“What are we going to do Mike? I keep messing up every opportunity I get!” I'd never seen Jamie this distressed before.

“We'll find something that works for you.” I kissed her passionately enough to make her forget every trouble we had. “But first, I'll need to speak with Mr Thompson.”

“But we've already asked so much from him.”

“Don't worry about that, just go lie down and get some rest. I'll fix everything.”

Jamie kissed me this time. A quick peck on the cheek, the most affection she was able to show without feeling embarrassed.

“I love you so much baby.” She said through the look in her eyes as much as her words.

“I love you too.” I told her right back. “No matter what we go through, I'll always love you.”

****

“Michael? What brings you here?”

Robert Thompson was many things to me. Neighbour, landlord, mentor, friend. He and my dad had been close when I was growing up. The two men getting together to drink every week, usually ending with mu dad passing out on the couch and mom needing to help Mr. Thompson into the guest room.

He was fifty-five years old and could have retired decades ago if he wanted to, but the man had an insatiable drive. A commitment to his work. He taught me everything about business I knew, and had always looked out for me.

“I need to ask you for a favour…” Mr. Thompson wouldn't appreciate me beating around the bush. Better to get right into it.

“Another favour?” Mr. Thompson stood up from his desk, looking out his sweeping office window.

Mr. Thompson owned the apartment building we lived in. He rented out most of the apartments inside, taking on the full landlord responsibilities for the building. He owned multiple homes, but spent most of his time in the apartment room next to ours. Doing the mountains of admin work required to run this place smoothly.

“I know. I'm sorry to keep asking more of you.” He'd been kind enough to slash our rent payments already, and forgive us for being nearly a month behind…

“I keep telling you, you need to work harder!” Thompson turned around to look at me. His piercing blue eyes combining with his devilishly perfect grin made for an imposing figure. Age had softened his figure but even with the ‘beer belly’ his presence always towered over me, though he was physically shorter. “You put in the hours, suck up to the right people and you'll be as successful as me someday!”

“I am trying! I pick up as much overtime as I can! But, working from home every day makes it hard to get the ‘face time’ in with the boss.”

“Well, keep at it and you'll get there in no time.” Mr. Thompson walked around his desk and put his hand on my shoulder. “I know you can do it.”

When a man like Mr. Thompson tells you he believes in you, it was hard not to feel inspired. You could tell he wasn't just saying it, he truly believed.

“I do love these little pep talks, but I've got plenty of work to get back to.” He slapped my shoulder and sat back down in his chair. An expensive leather office chair that matched with his custom made mahogany desk. “Run along now.”

“Sir, umm… about the favour.” Mr. Thompson watched his computer screen instead of me, completely forgetting why I was here. I knew he had access to security cameras and always made sure to keep an eye out on them, so I didn't take it personally.

“Michael, if I keep bailing you out, how will you ever learn?” Mr. Thompson kept watching his screens. It felt like he was waiting for me to leave, but I couldn't without fixing things for Jamie!

“Please, Mister Thompson.” I dug deep. He wasn't an easily moved man, but I knew I could get through to him. “It's not for me, it's for Jamie.”

“She hasn't left you yet?” Mr. Thompson chuckled. “Good for you sport.”

“Thank you sir.” I said. “We were going to pay you back with the first paycheck from her new job. But there was an accident again… and she got fired… again…”

“Hmmm” He looked away from his screen, thinking it over.

“If you could give us just a little more time, I know she can-”

“Stop.” He raised his hand and I fell silent. I knew better than to try and talk when he needed silence.

“I'm not giving you anymore money, or time to pay me back.” Mr. Thompson said. A cold hard look on his face.

My heart dropped. What would Jamie think of me if I didn't come home with a solution.

“But...” In an instant his face warmed up. A smile forming to let me know he had only been messing with me. “I can offer her a job.”

“A job! That's amazing!” This was way better than an extra month to pay him back! If Mr. Thompson vouched for her, then there's no way they'd fire her! “Who would it be with? One of your old companies?”

“No no, nothing so fancy.” He leaned back in his chair, grinning more intently than I'd ever seen. “Let me see a picture of her.”

“A picture?” I didn't understand why, but I did as I was told. Finding the most recent picture I had of her to show him.

“Yes… yes I think she'll be perfect.” He took my phone from my hand, zooming in on the picture.

It was a picture I'd taken of her last night. Nothing special, I just thought she'd looked cute. She wore an oversize T-shirt, with nothing on underneath except her panties. A fullback pink pair, that looked more like a thong around her ass. Most panties were too small to properly fit her. The picture didn't show that though, just Jamile smiling. Bending over in bed about to cuddle with me.

Although, there would be a mirror right behind her. With the way her shirt was riding up, her plump ass would have been completely visible from behind. I didn't really check the picture after taking it, so there was a chance it caught her reflection…

But I doubted that! And even if I did, Mr Thompson wasn't some old perv! He wouldn't look at her when she was vulnerable like that.

“Let me just send this to my phone.” He held the phone out of my eyesight, fiddling with the screen.

“Oh, I can do that for you!” I tried to take the phone, but he pulled it back.

“No no, I've got this.” After a moment or two of messing around, he finally handed the phone back to me. “Accidentally deleted it on your end, sorry about that lad.”

“That's no problem, I've got lots of pictures of her.”

“Yes, I know.” He said softly. Before clapping his hands together and standing up. “Let me tell you the proposition I have for her.”

“Yes sir, I'm all ears.” He put his arm around me, pulling me in close.

“I want Jamie.” He paused for dramatic effect. “To be my personal secretary!”

“Really?” This was an absolutely perfect outcome! If Jamie worked directly with Mr Thompson, she'd always just be one room over! We could spend so much more time together! And I know Mr Thompson would treat her fairly!

“So? What do you say lad?” He held his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.

“Yes! She'll take it!” I gripped his hand. Bracing myself for one of his famous ‘firm’ handshakes.

I was right all along. All's it took was being a good person, and good things would happen for you!

“Delightful.” Mr. Thompson gripped my hand tighter than he normally did. I don't think he even noticed, his mind was elsewhere. Thinking about things to come…

“You won't regret this.”