The 5 V's
Date: 01.07.2007
Keywords: V's, 5, The,
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"The following story is intended for mature readers only. It is a complete work of fiction and any similarities between actual people and places or events was not intended. The Five "Vs" is the prequel to "Double Elimination" and sets up the back ground of Ron Webber. I wrote this story in 2002, then followed it up with "Double Elimination" about a year later. "Sweet Smell of Jasmine" and "Click on Chat" followed in the fall of 2005 and the winter of 2006. SSJ and COC are not continuations of Ron Webber, but stand alone. However: My next story is a continuation of the Ron Webber series due to numerous requests. Stay tuned and check back for this installment. 8BB"
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"As long as I can remember I have enjoyed watching women smoke. During my high school days I can recall certain girls who hung out together, and smoked cigarettes. One of these girls I had such a crush on. She seemed so "alluring" to me during those times that I would catch sight of her smoking with her friends. I even recall the night I was bold enough to ask her to dance with me at a high school function. We didn't progress beyond that one dance, but it still finds its way into my memory from time to time. Funny how things like that have such a lasting effect. This story is about the effect of my fetish and the road that it took me down. If you have a smoking fetish, a taste for bondage or kinky sex, you will enjoy my story."
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CHAPTER ONE
I finished college rather late in life. I did a stint in the Navy after high school, and beyond that I took a year off to travel and enjoy the freedom from the armed forces. Once I got started at Ohio State, I was a good student in the College of Business Administration. It was there that I met Kate in one of my classes. We dated steadily for three years. She was blonde, 5'3", nice shape, accounting major and the sweetest southern accent.
She was born and raised around Atlanta Georgia, her parents owned a furniture store where she worked part time during summer vacations. She had planned to return to Atlanta after getting her degree. Once we started getting serious, that plan fell by the wayside. I finished college a year before Kate, and while she and her friends took part time office work, I would answer the phone when they were out on an assignment. Kate finished her degree, took an internship with an accounting firm, and within a year took and passed the CPA exam for the State of Ohio.
We got married after living together for a year and two months. I continued to support Kate and her girl friends by answering the phone, and I even took part time job assignments when there was nobody else to go. Gradually the pool of girls shrank due to graduations, employments, marriages and just about every other excuse you can dream up. We ran an ad in the local paper, found some qualified girls for office work, and started a temp help agency. Kate got an offer from a firm down in Cincinnati that provided us with benefits and a stable salary, so we packed up and moved. By this time I was so good at answering the phone and sending girls out to work, I was looking at two choices. Pimping being illegal in all 50 states, and with prison being a bad career move, I opened a temporary help agency.
Kate would help out with the books; I did the interviews and hired the girls (or guys). After a year of work, I had three girls helping me in the office and 50 others on the computer files willing to take on part time job assignments. We still needed Kate's salary to live, but we managed to buy a small house and even talked of having a child. Kate went off the pill, the agency grew, and we anticipated starting a family. Kate was looking forward to a time when she would only work for the agency doing accounting and tax forms during the season. After a year of trying, during a routine physical, we learned that Kate would never have children. Our marriage was never the same after that.
The agency did grow. We branched out into employment. Folks would register with us to find work, and people would call us to find employees. We charged them both ways. If we sent out a temporary helper, and that person stayed, we made money. The process was rather simple. Our clients would come in and pay us $20. to register with our temp agency. As jobs came in through our advertising, we would send out one or more qualified applicants. If the employer liked our client, they would then pay us a $100. fee. Skilled applicants were charged a higher fee, and some of our better employers paid us $200-$300 each time we placed for them. My staff was referred to, as "Placement Specialists" Their job was to maintain a neat appearance, and do an interview with the people as they came in the door. Our specialists would get all the basic information down on a computerized form in plain language. Their skills and preferences were then coded into boxes along the bottom of the form. These coded boxes were what actually matched the client to the employer.
The specialists were instructed to get as much information about the client and complete boxes without asking obvious question that employers weren't allowed to ask. For example: Our PS would ask "If a job comes up suddenly, which often happens, would you have difficulty in obtaining a baby sitter?" The answer might be something like this "Well my mother baby sits my two kids and since she doesn't work, I suppose she could help out, my ex-husband only wants the kids on weekends once a month" Box #15 would then code 2DEXHNC meaning "2 kids divorced, ex-husband not cooperative" Box #20 was my idea. Our PS would ask "We occasionally provide staff for evening functions where guests would be smoking cigarettes/pipes/cigars, would you be comfortable around smoking?" An answer of "yeah, sure, I smoke myself so I wouldn't be bothered in the least" would get a code of YS. What a coincidence that all my Position Specialist were 30 to 40 years old, neat, attractive, female and smokers.
CHAPTER TWO
Our tenth year in business was perhaps our best ever. I got a call from Stan Bender at Worldwide Promotions. Stan was booking a rock concert in Cincinnati and needed 200 ushers/security people for seating ticket holders and collecting tickets at the door. Large males for stage guarding, medium sized males for ticket takers, women of all shapes and sizes for ushers and to make sure ticket holders found their correct seats. In the temp business, 200 people for a one day events was an army, and at the time I doubted all the temp agencies in Ohio could fill that request. I bid the job double what we usually charge by the hour, figuring I would have to out source from other agencies. I added $15. for each person to cover the cost for a yellow nylon jacket with "EVENT STAFF" on the back, and the front had our logo and "WEBBER STAFFING SERVICES- CINCINNATI". Stan accepted by bid, and I set to work finding 200 people.
The women weren't much of a problem, but the men, now there's a trick. Occasionally, during early summer, I would get hooked up in a golfing foursome, which included the coach of the local college football team. Often enough anyway that he and I knew one another by name. My one phone call to Mike secured 50 very large male employees. I ordered the jackets and my staff of PS's set to work getting the boys into the data base, with our usual fee waived. The jackets arrived, the employees were all assigned to locations in the auditorium, and the day of the concert was upon us. Kate, myself, and all of our Position Specialists worked as Supervisors. We had 10 Registered Nurses equipped to handle any health problems. We covered all the bases and the concert came off without a hitch. The lead singer actually thanked us onstage during their last set. On the drive home, Kate and I figured the business made as much as 10k for that one evening. ($11,400. actually). We slept in the next day, which was Sunday. Monday morning rolled around, and I was late in arriving to the office.
On days such as this, Diane Jordan my leading PS would open the office. She was an attractive blonde, divorced with one kid, and my "smoking buddy". Often times we would take our breaks together, occasionally lunches, and a good friend. She knew the workings of our business, trained the new PS's and seemed to be able to read me like a book. She sensed my moods as well as Kate did and had told me of her past unfortunate history with the men in her life. The term "Gal Pal" fit Diane like a glove.
Typical Monday I thought as I pulled my Jeep Grand Cherokee into the parking lot. The Real-estate Company across the shared parking lot must be having all their agents in at one time for breakfast. It pissed me off whenever they did that because I had to park in the next county. I rounded the corner of our building and stopped in my tracks. There was a line of people coming out of my offices. There were at least 50 people, all shapes and sizes standing in line. My office seats were full with more standing around. Two more young ladies got in line behind me before I could finish counting!!!!! I worked my way through the crowd up to Diane's desk.
"What's going on?"
Diane flashed a look in my general direction.
"Been like this since I unlocked the doors, Suzy, Jill, Jeanie and I have already input 40 apps this morning. I called in Becky and I will need the terminal in your office for her. Don't under any circumstances take the phones off "hold" because you will never manage to make an outgoing call".
I took off my coat, and worked my way to my corner office. There were 10 more people in line behind the two girls I had left behind and that was all I could see from my window. God Bless Rock Concerts! We stayed like that all morning long. I sent one applicant out for Pizza at noon, and by 2 o'clock I was handing out printed blank forms to people in line that they could fill out and return by mail with a check. I told them we would do a "phone interview" later in the week.
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Keywords: V's, 5, The,