You've just became prey for an older man. Part 1
A cool afternoon sun washes through the window over the counter and onto your pale white arm. The blind shading your eyes enough to see the outline of a older man, as he gets closer you recognise it as one of the regular customers coming into the corner store, a white loaf and a chat begs as is the way in small towns.
A smiling face greets you as he walks through the door and pauses to greet you "james, how are you?" He asks, kind eyes looking at your feminine slender but strong figure half hidden behind the counter as you smile back as genuinely as a casual worker can "im well Brian how are you".
Your eyes break as he walks his usual route gathering his bread "id be better if I could get my place looking as clean as you get it here" he grins jokingly at you.
You smile dismissively "a little each day, you know how it goes".
He walks assuredly towards the counter as only time and expeirence can grant, his body although covered by a layer of fat is firm for a man in his 50s. "I'll tell you i almost need someone to just to get things done while I'm at work, the place needs a little love, you know?" he asks obviously thinking about the list of things he wants to get done as he finishes his route and arrives at the counter.
"Yeah like the work a housewife would do like cooking and cleaning you mean?" you ask looking for clarification you didn't really need.
"That's it, just someone who would do the day to day things like the dishes, the laundry and cook dinner" he says reading off his mental list looking slightly down at nothing in particular before pausing "and whatever else I need help with as well" he says with a smile before focusing his attention on you and posing the question "Would that be something you'd be interested in?".
Your slightly taken by surprise assuming you were dealing in hypotheticals, what ifs, and wouldn't it be nices to avoid doing any actual work on a Sunday.
He continues "I know you only work mornings and I'd pay you well for a few hours of easy work in the afternoon" he says like a salesman, cool calm and persuasive with his attention now all on you "all in cash" he's says trying to sweeten the deal.
The silence lingers for a second though it feels longer in your mind as you contemplate before speaking your thoughts aloud "so you want me to come into your house and tidy everything up and take care of everything, basically be your housewife?". You finish half jokingly half to lighten the situation with a smile.
He nods nonchalantly with a satisfied smile "Yeah just come in and do everything I tell you to do and in regards to being a housewife" he pauses and looks you up and down as your eyes follow his, "I mean you've already got the body of a woman"
You blush, everyone always joked about your feminine figure and you had honestly accepted it. You tried working out with your friend Ben but it always went to the wrong areas. Instead of getting big arms and a big chest it all went to your legs and ass. Your 5'10 frame that had womanly hips and a narrow waist now had thick legs and bubble butt to go with a slim and toned upper body. If anything the jokes had increased now that you had some meat on your bones, to the point where you were starting to get groped, but even you had to admit you didn't look very masculine.
Brian had been joking alot with you at work lately as well and you decide to return with one of your own
"You wouldn't make me wear a maid outfit would you?" you laugh.
"Not right away anyway" he says with a devilish smile, one your innocent mind assumes is a joke.
Sensing your open to the idea he closes his pitch with "I'll give you 300 dollars a week to come by everyday and do the list of chores I leave you. I'll leave you some old clothes that you can change into so yours won't get dirty. Here's a spare key and my address".
He says it like you don't have a choice in the matter and his gaze tells you you don't. You notice the fact that he had his address and spare key prepared means that this offer wasn't coincidental at all. But he's been coming into the shop for months and he's just a old man looking for some company and help, you trust him. It's too good to pass up anyway and you really need the money.
"That sounds perfect, im pretty good with all that cooking and cleaning stuff, plus you'd be really helping me out with some spare money" you say thankful "ill be the best housewife you've ever had" you say with a innocent smile.
He grins, his eyes wild and steely, looking at you if you were prey for just a split second before resuming the face of a kind older man. "Always happy to help the youth of the town out, See you Monday afternoon then" he says with a wink before paying for his bread and leaving like any other day.