Owning Up: Part 7 (Patreon)

“Hey Sasha. I need these tenancy forms put into the computer by 1PM. “ Sean said, slapping a bundle of paperwork onto the Sunset Ridge reception desk.

“Aight.” Replied Sasha, fully engrossed in an acrylic nail application tutorial on her phone.

Sean looked down at his wife and sighed. He knew she wasn’t much for work, but what little she did do was less work on his shoulders and had been plenty busy with the recent uptick in applicants. After the two had gotten married, Sasha was quick to hand over the position of landlord to her new husband. But what she thought was dumping the workload onto him had turned into a part time job with plenty of work for her as his improvements to the complex and advertising campaigns ended up making Sunset Ridge a more popular place to live. 

Sean himself was especially charismatic. He was strong, fit, and clever with an appearance that pleased the women in the complex. Some had been guilty early on of calling in repairs that weren’t necessary or breaking things just to see him walk in with his tight sleeves rolled up past his elbows and the top three buttons on his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his muscular chest. Sean caught on quickly of course, and while he thought it was funny the first couple times, he had to actually send out fliers informing the occupants not to do that anymore lest they be fined upwards of $400 for damaging business property. Sometimes women would come in just to see him at his desk, relaxed and suave as he chatted with them about how things were going before asking if they needed help. This too was short lived, as Sasha had quite the jealous streak and didn’t take kindly to other girls walking into the office looking for him only to find his wife on duty instead.

(1)

Now Sasha worked the front desk and served as Sean’s secretary  while being a pretty face for prospective tenants to see when they first arrived while her husband did most of the real work. There were still perks to having her around however, as Sasha’s libido and attraction remained high no matter what or how much work she had to do. In fact, it was reinforced by her workload more than anything. It was hardly uncommon for her to flip the little clock sign on the door to say that the building would be closed for an hour and then slink into Sean’s office for a little fun. She especially loved playing the sexy secretary doting on her boss for favors, and in return, Sean didn’t mind allowing her to pour her big fat tits onto the desk or crawl under it to give him a wet, sloppy blowjob as he worked. Half of it was for her own pleasure, as Sean did enjoy bending her over his desk and pounding his dick into her until she was delirious and shaky. The other half was the fact that seducing her husband was just an easy and pleasurable way to get out of work.

(2)

“Now, Sasha.” He commanded, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“I said in a minute!” His wife snapped back at him, turning her head angrily and glaring at him as he walked back to the main office.
Sean stopped in his tracks.

“….A temper tantrum? Seriously?” He asked, swiveling on his heels and looking at her with a roll of his eyes. 

Sasha looked away, trying not to make eye contact. “I said I’d get to it. I’m just busy right now..” She pouted.

“Busy doing what, exactly?” Sean continued, folding his arms over his chest. 

There was a short silence between the question and the limit to Sean’s patience.

“Sasha. What is it that’s so important that you can’t do what I ask you?” 

Despite his hopes as to what working with his spouse would be like, Sean found himself feeling like he was scolding a petulant child more often than conversing with a grown woman. Sasha seemed to go out of her way to put off work for as long as possible, making virtually any excuse she could regardless of whether or not she believed it would actually work. She lied too. Several times she had said that something was done when it wasn’t or tried to fake being sick. It didn’t even matter how many times she’d been caught in the act or how many times Sean had stopped work to have a huge argument about it. Sasha just flat out wouldn’t work if she thought there was even the slightest chance she didn’t have to.

“….I was doin’ my nails. I was gonna be done in like 20 minutes.” She said sheepishly.

“Well you don’t HAVE 20 minutes! You do this shit all the time. You come in late every day because you want to sleep in. You leave early every day because you insist you’re tired. And now I can’t even ask for your help when you ARE here because you’re too busy doing your nails! Sasha, if I wasn’t your husband, I’d have fired you by now.” Sean fumed.

The last remark caused Sasha to scowl, her head recoiling in mock disgust. “Oh really? You woulda fired me? Why? I didn’t do nuthin wrong.” 

Sean sighed. “Well how about all the times you lied to me about the paperwork being filed and then it wasn’t? That’d get anyone else fired.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Nah, that shit was yesterday. That’s over. I mean like just today. I wanna know like what am I doin wrong today.”

“Okay, let’s start from the top.” Sean replied, slapping his hands on this sides. “You were two hours late to work. Again. You haven’t done any work since you got here. You’re on your phone and doing your nails where everyone can see you. You’re dressed like you just rolled out of bed and got the mail, your tits are half out in front of all the clients, and whenever I ask you to do something, you throw a fit! How is that for today?”

Sasha listened but continued scowling as if Sean was the one being unreasonable. 

“Whatever, like…I said I was gonna do it and ain’t nobody really even came in today. I just got bored like…nothin’ was happenin’ so I just started doin’ my nails like…I don’t see what’s the big deal. I’mma do it, I just need the glue to dry, dass’it. An’ I dunno whatchu talkin about with my outfit. I think I look good.” 

(3)

“You DO look good, Sasha. But you don’t look professional. You look like you’re about to go to walmart and get a bottle of Hennessy, not type up a new leasing agreement for a family of four. I need you to look like a professional and not like..” Sean trailed off, trying his beat to find a word that would politely convey his point without offending her.

“..What, like a ho?” She asked.

“Yes. You kinda look like a ho.” He admitted.

Another silence.

This time it was Sasha’s turn to sigh. She put the cap on her acrylic nail glue and sat up straighter in her chair. “Alright. That’s fair.” She said.

“But you gotta gimme some time to do these things instead’a bein’ like ‘Sasha, do this thang. Sasha! Hurry up! Sasha, it’s been two minutes, why ain’ it done yet?’ I need my own time. Be reasonable. You do that and lemme use MY time the way I need and I’ll stop comin into work lookin’ all ratchet n’shit. Deal?”

Sean nodded in concession. “Alright. Deal.” He said, walking back to his office.

“Love you.” Sasha said, still looking up at him.

“Love you too, babe.” Sean said, smiling slightly.