Kaitlyn’s Good Deal

Kaitlyn Parker checked her phone. “Yes, I’m here, last condo on the right” was all it said. Outside the car there was a ‘Clack!’ and a hum as the gate to this snobby place swung open. Kaitlyn put the old Toyota in in first, released the clutch and rolled into the gated community, feeling a bit out of place amongst the opulence. Kaitlynn had never liked Johnathan Roberts. He was always an arrogant ass, albeit a nicely dressed one. She had always known ‘JR’, as they snidely referred to him, to be rather well-to-do, and the high-end cars in the drives of this little hamlet certainly showed. She sighed and shook her head, wondering how such an asshole had gotten ahold of something she had spent years saving & looking for.

Kaitlyn had worked on the other side of their very successful & profitable office for about 4 years now. She had spent the very large part of it saving to one day ‘repay’ her dad. Kaitlyn had grown up living only just above edge of poverty. They had enough to make it, but only just. 6 years back, her dad had sold the only possession they had worth much of anything, a rare watch that he had bought when he got out of the navy. It had paid more than a year of schooling for her two year degree. Kaitlyn had been saving since hired to purchase another one of these for her dad as “re-payament”, but it had always been elusively just out of reach. That is, until Johnathan Roberts found out she coveted one.

I had noticed the really attractive little Kaitlyn Parker on the other side of the office a long time ago. She stood barely 5ft/152cm if that, it really seemed to depend on the shoes she was wearing. She had a tight, curvy body, dirty-blonde hair that was mid-back, and a wide smile for such a small face. Always professional, she worked very hard (or so I always heard) and kept to herself. As she was someone at work, I steered clear, but on several occasions, I happened to catch her staring at a man’s watch on her desktop, often on ebay and the like, a particularly nice watch at that. Odd thing was, I had one of those I never wore, and pretty soon, the little head was doing the planning.

Janet, the office snoop, got me the story on the watch, & I let it cool for more than a month, lest I risk tipping off Janet. It only took a ‘chance’ (wink-wink) meeting away from the office for me to make the offer. Kaitlyn played it cool for sure, because it was almost two weeks later when she got in touch, and the deal was made. And so that was how I found myself on this day, a guy in his late 50’s, standing in his condo waiting on a lady literally half his age to show up for a ‘trade’. A widower, I spent what little time I wasn’t working for the firm either swimming, biking, or working out. So a new way to, umm…’burn off energy’ was not only welcome, but I intended to make the most of it.

Kaitlyn pulled into the drive, noting he had moved his very nice custom-paint Porsche and some kind of low, classic car under a cover to allow the old Corolla into the shaded carport. She tugged at her new leather skirt and blouse, making needed adjustments due to the seatbelt and the clutch, and put on her new heels. ‘JR’ was at least generous. He had asked her to first go by a nice boutique in town, and true to his word they had a ‘small account, and some suggestions’ for her. After going with the white blouse, black leather skirt, hose and garters, she had more than enough for a pair of boots and some accessories too. Taking a deep breath, Kaitlyn got out and made her way to the door, seeing that he already had it open.

It wasn’t that ‘JR’ (she had to quite calling him that) wasn’t bad looking. He was about 6ft/183cm, and actually quite lean, not having the pot belly or body fat as with so many men his age. But he was older, like dad age, and then some, and that had never been her thing. However, it was apparent that without a ‘compromise’ of some type, she was never going to pay back her dad, and she just could not accept failure.