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The Widow wore black (silk)
🕑 Added 2025-06-28 09:00:04 +0000 UTC“Hello, Mistress.”
“Hello, Janine, what do you have for me?”
Sarah now had hundreds of girls spread across the country who lived lesbian lifestyles, unaware that within their minds was a core set of instructions.
Be on the lookout for a straight female I can enjoy breaking.
She should be considered a 10 in your mind before selecting.
She should have some characteristics that appeal to my deviant side.
If she meets these conditions, contact me at the number you have memorised.
If not, try to seduce her yourself.
“I just delivered flowers to a funeral earlier, and I thought the widow met your requirements.”
"How so?"
"I asked a little, and she is 38, she has a daughter who also meets your requirements. They are both so beautiful, I just had to tell you."
"You have done well, Janine. I will transfer you, and you will give all the details to the lady who answers. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good, when you have finished and hung up, you may go somewhere private and make yourself cum, thinking of how happy you have made me, then you will forget this call. Goodbye, Janine."
Sarah transferred the call, then opened the diary on her phone and reorganized her schedules to make room for her next seduction. Her vacation at sea had been very profitable, and she still had the evening to look forward to, but new possibilities always filled her with pleasure.
Two days later, Megan West poured herself a coffee and finished the pancakes, ready for her daughter.
"Are you sure you want to go, Skylar? I am sure the college will be fine if you want to take extra time off." She asked her blonde-haired daughter, who at 5' 7 with 34C breasts looked like a carbon copy of her mother. Only the fact that Megan had cut her hair short for the funeral currently helped their identification. They tended to look like sisters with their dress code, often borrowing each other’s clothes and laughing that other mothers didn’t have these problems.
"No, I need to occupy myself, it's going to hurt whether I am home or in college, what are you going to do? You can’t stay home now, the business is gone, you have no work."
"I have funds, I can find a new job. I need a few days to process things, and accounts to close, and there is all his stuff to sort through."
"Well, if you need me home, I will stay; you should not be alone."
"I will manage, darling; you go and I will have dinner ready for you as usual when you get home."
Megan closed the door as her daughter drove off and poured a second cup. She hadn't been truthful with her daughter, her husband had neglected some bills before his accident, but she had tried to protect her daughter from the worst of it. She went up to his den but closed the door quickly. That could wait; she would go and get groceries first.
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Megan moved along the aisle putting various groceries into her trolley, checking the prices and replacing some brand names with lesser-known names. Suddenly, from nowhere, a woman with short brown hair in a brown leather top and skirt was in front of her, and before she knew what had happened, the trolley had hit her. Although it only seemed like a minor glance, the woman was hopping on one leg and leaning against a shelf to support herself.
"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," Megan said, starting to tear up.
"It's OK, I still have one good leg." The woman laughed and held out her hand. "I am Trudy."
The widow shook her hand, feeling the other woman’s ring press into her hand. "My name is Megan, and I am so sorry, I just have a lot on my mind."
"I can see that, I am fine, let me buy you a coffee while I wait for my foot to get some feeling back in it."
"Yes, I could do with one myself, thank you." They parked their trolleys and went into the in-store restaurant.
"I think it is starting to settle, so no harm done," Trudy said, smiling as she sipped at her coffee.
"I am glad about that, I wasn't concentrating, my husband was buried on Monday, and I am trying to focus on so many things that crop up."
"Oh, you poor dear, and the last thing you need is me moaning about my foot, are you alright?"
"It's just working out what to tackle first."
"I can imagine, my advice for what it's worth is job first, so money is coming in, everything else can come second."
"I worked for my husband; the business has gone I am unemployed now. That is the first time I have said it out loud." Tears started to fall, and she reached into her bag to get a tissue.
"Well, this could be fate, but the lady I work for is looking for someone trustworthy to run one of her departments."
"My husband ran a car dealership; I just helped the clients fill out the forms. I don’t think I know anything about running a department."
"Sarah is a marvelous employer, she is always looking for people with potential. If you go in with an open mind to learn, I can assure you she will snap you up. Why not write your number down on the back of my card, and I will tell her about you. I can assure you this is a shoo-in, it's people she invests in."
Megan wrote her number on the back of the business card, unaware of the appraising look Trudy gave her.
"There and now expect a call." Trudy laughed. "I am a good judge of character," and figures she added in her mind.
"Thank you, it would be one weight off my mind."
"I bet it will be. Why don’t we have coffee again tomorrow? I am a good listener." Trudy started to rise and tested her foot. "Seems OK now."
"That would be nice, thank you, Trudy."
"I will call you in the morning, shall we say coffee at 10?"
"Yes, thank you, I appreciate it."
Don’t worry, honey, you will show your appreciation real soon, the brunette thought.
"Great. See you tomorrow, and no more trolley accidents." She wagged her finger, and they both laughed before Trudy walked away.
Once she had left the store, Trudy dialed a number.
"She is on the hook, just reel her in. I think I am due some fun time, so how about letting me break these in for you? Great, It will be good for us to catch up when your back, see you back at HQ."
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Skylar was washing the plates for Megan to dry when the phone rang. Megan answered and then signaled to her daughter that she was taking the call.
"Hello, is that Megan West?" Sarah knew it was. She had been watching them for the last twenty minutes, watching the dynamics and anticipating how she would corrupt and use them.
"Yes, is this Sarah? Trudy told me she was giving you my number."
"It is a Pleasure to speak to you. As Trudy may have mentioned, I am always looking to expand and on the lookout for new additions to my organization."
"I did tell her that I have no experience in the field."
"That is actually a benefit. I am looking for women with no experience so that I may teach them the way I want them to perform. The position is a manager/PA. I need someone who is diligent and sees the project to the end."
"Can you tell me a little about the job?"
"I have a new photographic studio, being used by a designer. I need someone I can trust to keep the girls on schedule to make sure my deadlines are met. There will be a lot of standing around letting others do their job, but what I need most is someone who can step in and make sure there are no delays. Does that sound like something you can follow through on?"
"Oh yes, I can do that."
"Excellent, now Trudy mentioned you may be having financial problems, and what I offer outside of a competitive salary..."
Megan made an OH with her mouth to her daughter, who was trying to listen to the conversation, as a salary of nearly double what she had been earning was quoted.
"Is a zero percent loan to roll up any debt payable over the length of your employment."
"That is fantastic, I don’t understand."
"I feel someone who has no worries performs better for me, and I can be a firm disciplinarian. I want your loyalty and a hundred per cent effort, and in return, I will show you that I will take care of you as a new member of my team. Would you like time to think it over?"
"No, I will take it, thank you, when do I start?" Relief flooded over the mother as she saw an end to her money worries.
"Why don’t you call in tomorrow afternoon, and the temporary assistant will show you around and make the necessary introductions. I am at sea at present but hope to return soon."
"Thank you, this feels like a dream come true."
She heard gentle laughter on the other side of the phone.
"Let me assure you that by the time you attend our annual party, you will feel like you earned your position."
"Oh, Mum, that’s great news." Skylar felt herself smile for the first time in days.
"It is darling, I didn’t tell you about some bills we have incurred, but this now means they are not a problem."
They hugged and then continued with the dishes, each feeling more positive about life.
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The next morning, Megan poured a coffee and sat down opposite Trudy, who wore a Dark brown leather blouson and long flowing leather skirt.
"So did it go well last night?" Trudy asked, having already been updated by Sarah.
"Yes, I am going over later for an introduction. I can’t thank you enough for connecting me with Sarah."
"It's the least I can do. I was recruited a few years ago using the same method."
"It has given me a focus. What is it you do for Sarah?"
Trudy had been waiting for the opening.
"I am the company counselor, one of the benefits of working for Sarah is you get free access to all forms of health, from mental health to boob jobs." she smiled having delivered her opening point.
"What sort of counseling?" Megan asked out of curiosity, not realizing that Trudy was about to spring her trap.
"Everything, including grief counseling, both you and Skylar will automatically be included for free."
"Free, that's an amazing gesture; however can she afford it?"
"By investing in people, she gets a greater reward, it will be a pleasure to help you both through these tough times now that I know you."
"I wouldn't know where to begin, and I can’t see Skylar agreeing to it." She started doubtfully.
"I would say that Skylar needs it the most. She is at an age where she is already having to deal with peer pressure, emotional changes, sexual curiosity, and now she has grief to contend with, it is a lot for a young woman to have to process."
"I know she is suffering; it is just all so sudden, she needs time to deal with it."
"Yes, she does, but I have had several cases where girls, especially, could not deal with it; they moved into the area of self-harm, and some ended tragically. The problem was they couldn't see they needed help."
"Oh, that’s so sad, you think that could happen to Skylar?" Megan's voice wavered with emotion as fear crept into her mind.
"It is a possibility if she doesn’t get that help. I take a softer approach when I can, so instead of asking someone like Skylar to come to my office, I would rather chat over a coffee when I visit you, or over a drink as she lies by the pool, so that she is relaxed and not aware she is opening up."
"And you think that will help her more than coming to your office?"
"Well, ideally, I would prefer her in the privacy of my office, but I can make progress through natural conversation."
"I do worry about her," Megan admitted.
"Of course you do, I can see you love your daughter very much, and I am going to go all out to make sure you have the counseling you need to get you both past this, in fact, you will be closer than ever."
