When Needs Must (closed to Sierrahughes)

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When Needs Must

Name: Adrian Ham
Age: 49
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Profession: Accountant

Adrian sighed heavily. It was the tenth attempt to get the slightly aging desktop working, but it seemed to either fail to boot up, or quickly developed a 'blue Screen of Death'.

"Fuck it" he mumbled to himself.

Removing the power-lead, he opened up the desktop again, and removed t he hard-drive, and inserted it into his 'gadget' connected to his own desk top.

Moments later, he was able to open the directory using the Linux equivalent of Window's explorer and was soon able to open the directories. He Went into Users, and started to copy the entire contents of Paula's daughter's onto a separate hard-drive.

He reached for his mobile and started to send a text to Paula, their cleaner.

"Hi Paula, the bad news is that the PC seems to be beyond economical repair, Good news is that I can retrieve your daughter's data for her"

He read it a couple of times before he pressed send.

Paula was their cleaner, for over ten years, where she worked four hours a week, normally on a Monday and on Thursday though she did some times change her days. She was reliable and trustworthy, and a determined single mother of two children As an accountant Adrian often worked from home, and so met Paula regularly, and so was aware of her frustrations in life.

Currently he daughter's desktop which she needed for her media and film studies had just failed.
 
Paula was a simple woman with a complicated past. Her current situation was a combination of poor decision-making and sheer bad luck. But those two typically go hand-in-hand anyway. But the two shining beacons of her life, were her two children.

Having had them (non-identical twins) when she was barely 19 meant that even as she was merely approaching the wrong end of her 30s, her children were already in college. It was gratifying to watch them grow up, but the financial burden was growing with each passing year. Both children were intelligent and driven, and she tried to give them the best that she could afford.

Raising both children on her own meant that she could not even complete her freshman year in college, leaving her to basically hop from one job to another. The only job that she had managed to hold down for some time was cleaning for this sweet couple. Even then, it was a part-time job, for about four hours a week, and they were already massively overpaying her. She couldn't ask for more.

When Paula received Adrian's text, she sighed. They had discussed this, and now that even he could not salvage the machine, Paula knew what that meant. Another $300 at least to buy a machine that could at least serve the needs of her daughters.

Paula looked at her bank account book, and then her wallet. The all of $105 she saw represented the entirety of her life savings. She grit her teeth, and told herself to hang in there and work this out. She has always done. And she will continue to do so.

There was a bit of urgency to raise enough money to buy that second-hand machine she had been checking out the other day. The owner had already done her a favour by holding out even though there were other prospective buyers.

Which leads to this other thing. Paula, at her age, was an extremely attractive woman with an easy-going personality. She has never done anything to betray her moral compass, of course, but she knew that she would get looks, or sometimes favours, simply because the men (and sometimes women) liked having her around. The IT shop owner had made her an indecent proposal the last time they met. He said he would knock off $50 off the price of the machine, if she could knock him off his feet. More specifically, he wanted her to flash him her tits. Though after a good laugh, Paula knew he said it in jest more so than anything.

But it did set her thinking...

"Ok Paula. I'm sure you can think of something to raise that extra bit of money," Paula told herself, in the privacy of her small two bedroom apartment. Maybe she could get an advance from the bar owner she works for.
 
Thursday morning

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A day later, Adrian was working from home, in his shorts and 1/2 zipped fleece top, the zip as usual mostly undon exposing his hairy chest. He was in th e office when he heard the front door close, and the voice of Paula down the hallway.

"Hi Adrian"

"Morning Paula" he replied as he stood up and headed to her. She was looking well, for a woman of 35, her long brunette hair in a ponytail, her fullish breasts hidden by a vest top, over which as she wore her usual baggy crochet top. Her slender legs were in black leggings. He saw her sitting of the bottom stair unzipping her broken flat knee high boots.

"And how Are you Paula?" he inquired.

They chatted for a while as they headed to the kitchen, Adrian making them both a latte with their Espresso machine; with them both leaning back against a work surface in the large open plan kitchen.
 
Chatting with Adrian always gave Paula a sense of peace, even if she knew the rest of her world was in a mess. She appreciated the coffee, a luxury she could ill-afford. But more importantly, Adrian never seemed to judge her, nor look down on her. Quite frankly, she would have been happy to work for the couple for next to nothing.

She looked at the time, and politely told Adrian that she had better start work. She wasn't a clock-watcher in this respect, but she knew she had another job to get to after cleaning the couple's home. At the end of today, and four jobs later, she would still be short of a hundred dollars or so, less if she was lucky with tips at her waitress job.

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The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. She had done the usual - laundry, cleaning all the floor areas, the kitchen, the toilets, change the sheets. She even had time to make a bowl of pumpkin soup for Adrian, and his wife when she returned from work at the end of the day. All this within three hours. Paula could have left without making the soup, but she always believed in giving the customer what they paid for, or more.

Adrian, as usual, took this to be an opportunity where he could offer her a little more than the usual payment. But Paula, as always, politely refused his kind offer. It would have really helped with the computer, but she didn't say a word to Adrian.

After exchanging a few more niceties, Paula made her way out of the house via the front porch, and headed towards the local restaurant for the lunch shift.
 
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He lost track of time as he worked on hs spreadsheets for a client, and didn't even hear Paula shout goodbye - as he would have gone to speak to her.

Instead he sent a text.

"You forgot to get the data of your daughter's PC! Remind me on Monday. Any news on a replacement PC - I have an idea."

He made himself a coffee and could smell the soup, and smiled.

Before long he was back in the office behind his desk.
 
Paula opened the door to her locker and pulled out her white jacket immediately. She put it on, and zipped it up all the way after managing to squeeze her full breasts in. She knew this was a part of her body that most men admired, and against her better judgement, she wanted to leverage on it tonight to get more tips at the restaurant. $80 later, she felt like she had lost a bit part of her dignity. Even if it meant that she was now just $20 short.

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She checked her phone, and read the three messages there.

The first was her elder daughter (by a few minutes, anyway) saying that she needed a machine urgently, hopefully by tomorrow as she needed to edit some of her work.

The second was from the guy at the IT shop, Richard. He said that there was another interested buyer willing to pay the $300 to buy the machine, and seemed to need it urgently too. He said he would hold it for Paula at least till the end of day - the shop was about to close in less than 40 minutes.

The third was from Adrian.

Without wasting any time, she headed straight for Adrian's, even though she had never visited at this time of the day.
 
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Late Afternoon

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It was late afternoo when he heard the door bell ring before the door opened. There was only one person who did that. As the door opened, he herd her oice echo along the downstairs hallway. He stood and headed for the hallway and the kitcehn, where he saw her in her tight jacket, herfull breasts emphasised.

He ws attractive to Paula. Not so much becasue of her large breasts but rathe rof her, her strong personality, her cheeky smile and becasue she was off limits.

"Äfternoon gorgeous" he offered, in his usual cheeky flirtatious manner.

"What brings youback here?"
 
Paula stepped into the house, and immediately felt a wave of heat hit her. She scanned the house quickly, and saw a solitary standing fan trying to outdo the residual heat that the house had trapped. The windows, at least those that were movable, were all open.

"The air-conditioning went down after I left?" Paula asked, as she subconsciously reached for the zip at the top of her white jacket.

"Adrian, you wouldn't mind if I unzipped my jacket?" Paula asked.

With his forehead drenched in sweat, he shook his head.

"Thank you. And for the text," Paula quickly took up his offer. She was steaming inside the jacket!

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"I rushed here as soon as I could, because Mira needs her files today. And about the replacement computer, I've found a pretty good deal down at Richard's. I'll need to rush there after this..." Paula paused, as she recalled that she was still short of $20.
 
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Adrian met her eyes as she unfastened her white jacket, revealing her cleavage , and to cool down.

"I will go and get Mira's data in a second..... Have you got time for a coffee?"

As she nodded yes, he replied...

"Please go and turn the Espresso machine n, and I'll be along in jiffy with the external hard drive."

He popped back into the office and collected the old external hard drive that he had with Mira's data on and headed back to the kitchen to join Paula.

"There's her data Paula." he stated offering her the disk. "I still have the hard drive in case I've missed something out."

He started to make their lattes' grinding the coffee beans, and steaming the milk.

"IS Mira still after the Apple work station Paula?"

He looked at her as she nodded.

"And another question Paula, completely off topic...." as he stopped doing what he was doing as he faced her. "When yo u straighten our bed, or even when you make the bed, and you see our cum stains, have you ever been curious?"

The bed Paula makes

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Paula thanked Adrian as she received the disk from Adrian, her thoughts going to how she was going to raise the $20 for Richard. Perhaps Richard would be kind enough to let her pay it up by the following day, or the end of the week. Or maybe Paula might just take up his offer and flash him her tits. She looked down at herself momentarily, and thought that her girls must be worth at least $20 at a strip club.

"And another question Paula, completely off topic....When you straighten our bed, or even when you make the bed, and you see our cum stains, have you ever been curious?"

Paula had to do a double take, as she registered that Adrian was looking at her, and just asked her a question.

"Excuse me, Adrian? Curious about what exactly?" Paula asked, more puzzled than anything.
 
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He had continued to make their coffees after he asked her, so he stopped to face her.

"Excuse me, Adrian? Curious about what exactly?"

"When I graduated, I had a brief job working in a University dorm, cleaning the rooms and toilets and the like. When I saw new or even used condoms, or other signs of sexual activity, I did some times ponder what had they been up to, how kinky were they?"

He paused "Not that I would ever discuss anything with them....."

He looked at her, and for a brief moment her now exposed cleavage.
 
It was a strange question indeed. And Paula was not sure where this was leading to, but she thought she should at least chat for awhile. She sneaked a glance at the clock on the wall, and wondered if she would make it to Richard's in time.

"I did recall that one time when you asked me to put on a new set of sheets. It was soft, almost like velvet, and it was in the favourite colour for your missus," Paula paused, catching herself again, for not referring to Adrian's wife by her first name. She was seldom around, and so nowhere near as close to Paula as was Adrian. In fact, Paula sometimes sensed a hint of hostility from the mistress of the house. Jealousy was a common trait for women.

"...so it wasn't surprising that the following day I found some stains when I came over to clean. It was the period of time when I was still working 3-4 days a week over here. The both of you must have enjoyed a romantic dinner and...nature took its course afterwards, I'm sure," Paula finished.

She glanced at her watch again, and was about to speak...
 
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Adrian just nodded......

"And Mira, is she still lusting after the video editing dream PC, the Mac Desktop?"


Hi started to steam the milk, filling the sound of the steam release, and the milk being frothed, heated before pouring onto the cups....

He offered Paula hers.
 
Paula took the cup from Adrian, and mouthed a 'thank you'.

"Mira? Yes she is. And Richard is willing to let a second-hand machine go for just $300. Give and take," Paula wondered aloud. The $20 coming back to her mind.

She took a sip from the cup, groaning a little with approval. It had been a long day and there was nothing better than a hot cup of coffee at Adrian's. She seldom had the luxury of enjoying this since her shift always came earlier in the day.

Paula looked around the house, beads of sweat reminding her that the air-conditioning was still down. Absent-mindedly, she removed the rest of her white jacket, leaving her in just her tank top and jeans.

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"Is anyone getting this fixed? If not I could take a look. And is she coming back soon?" Paula kicked herself inside, catching herself referring yet again to the missus without her first name.
 
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Adrian realized that Paula was feeling the heat of the aircon - he often turned it off when sitting at his desk and opened the windows - to allow a cool breeze into the office.

"Sorry I turned it off when I opened the windows... Want it back on?"

He sipped his own coffee before he spoke.

"Well a second hand PC will be better than nothing, but you have on several occasions recently mentioned that Mira would prefer the new IMac desktops with the video editing suite? Maybe I could help with an interest free loan?"

He sipped his coffee as he leant back against the work top watching Paula
 
Paula took another sip of her coffee, before replying, determined.

"Yes, Mira did say she would prefer the latest video editing software and hardware. But she also knows the situation we are in. The second-hand machine would work just fine."

The last time she'd checked, the latest model would cost more than three times the machine Richard was offering her. There was no way she could afford something like that. And Mira knows that well too, surely. And so should Adrian.

Paula laid her now empty cup down, and began walking to the sink. She turned on the water and ran water with a bit of detergent to wash away the coffee stains.

"Thank you once more for your coffee, Mr Adrian," Paula said, with a bit more finality in her voice this time. She was ready to leave.
 
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"Well Paula... The Imac Desktops are not cheap but they are the best for video editing.... you would like her to have access to the best wouldn't you?"

He met he eyes.

"Maybe we can help each other?"
 
Paula's eyes met Adrian's, not quite sure what he was getting at.

First, it was the question about cum stains on the sheets. And now this? He was well aware of her financial situation. Buying a top of the range machine like that would set them back by months, and not just weeks! She had to prioritise other things, like putting food on the table. It almost sounded like a taunt...

...unless, he was planning to gift Mira a new machine?

"Oh Adrian," Paula covered her mouth, tears welling up a little.

"You really don't need to do this. You know how I feel about you and your wife's generosity. By allowing me to work here all these years has helped us stay afloat. We can't accept your gift of a new machine for Mira," Paula said.
 
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"You really don't need to do this. You know how I feel about you and your wife's generosity. By allowing me to work here all these years has helped us stay afloat. We can't accept your gift of a new machine for Mira,"


Adrian met her eyes and smiled...

"Well Paula I wasn't offering it a s a straight gift. Rather if you would be prepared to help me, then I would be prepared to help you and buy the desktop for you, or rather Mira... After all one good turn deserves another...." His voice was confident yet had an edge of apprehension to his voice.
 
"Adrian, but there's no help I could offer you that could be worth that much money. We're talking about $800 here!"

Paula replied, feeling a little exasperated. She, and Mira, were quite prepared to go with the second-hand machine. But now Adrian had talked up the possibility of getting a brand new machine. It was what Paula wanted as well, but Paula had learned that she seldom could get what she wanted.
 
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"or even more if we are talking about the top of the range 27 inch model.... at around $1500....."

He paused sipping his coffee...

"But I disagree about you not being able to help me Paula... I wasn't thinking of money" his eyes briefly lowered onto her cleavage before returning to her captivating stare.
 
"You weren't thinking about money..." Paula trailed off, following his eyes. She was certain that his usually kind and honest eyes had just stopped at the front of her chest. What was going on?

"Adrian, is everything alright?" Paula asked, putting a hand out on his shoulder. She has known him for years. Though she has always known him as her employer, he had become a friend, in a way.

"Why all these questions? And...this..." Paula couldn't put a word to it yet, and so just left it vague.
 
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He leant back against a work top as Paula took a seat.....

"Over the years, I will admit I have had thoughts of one of our cleaners seducing me... Not specifically any one in particular, all of them have been attractive in their own way..."

He sipped his coffee...

"And I guess it has become a slight infatuation of mine, a desire, even a fantasy... "

He inhaled deeply...

"If this was to become reality as opposed to remaining a fantasy, then I would love to help the person who helped me out... A rather unorthodox proposal I know...."

He felt weird talking to her, telling her. But he also needed to be bold and blunt rather than dance around the edges, he needed to go direct to the point with out being over blunt. He hopped he had got the balance right. What he said was true about all of their cleaners had been attractive to him for one reason or another. But his preferred candidate was Paula.

He had taken some sly photos of her and had wanked over them....
 
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Paula was glad that she took a seat. She needed help bracing herself against gravity considering the weight of what Adrian had just said. Her first instinct was to take another sip of the coffee, as a thousand thoughts ran through her mind.

Seducing him? To what end? In what way? Why? How?

His infatuation, desire, fantasy? Fantasy? Of what? That there would be...sexual intercourse?

And in return, he would help her out? In what way? To what extent? In exchange for?

And is the missus involved in all this at all? Does she know? Did she agree to this?


Over the years, there was always one thing Paula didn't do, which was to sell herself out. Of course, if it was part of the job, she didn't mind pushing the boundaries a little to get a little extra - like flaunting her full breasts a little earlier today at the restaurant. She had imagined she would do something similar if she had worked as a waitress at Hooters.

But this. This was something else altogether. Did she even need Adrian's help with the laptop? Until moments earlier, she was just $20 short on a second-hand machine, which would have sufficed. But is sufficiency, sufficient? Could she give her daughters a better life?

Paula shook her head, more to herself than to Adrian's proposal. She was surprised that she could even contemplate all this!

"Adrian, I must say all this is too much for me...I don't quite know what to make of it. Does the missus know?" Paula asked, as if it she was involved in some way, all this could become possible suddenly.
 
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"Adrian, I must say all this is too much for me...I don't quite know what to make of it. Does the missus know?"

Adrian shook his head 'No' as he spoke.

"No she didn't, I'll be right back"

He went to retrieve one f his apple laptops, and returned opening it up on the kitchen table.

Moment slater he was opening the Apple's online store and with a few key strokes, clicks of the mouse he opened up the IMac page, selecting the 27 inch Model, he clicked on buy now very much aware that Paula was watching him.

He added additional memory, doubling it to 16 GB, useful for editing purposes he commented before adding the2TB fusion drive plus the insurance scheme.

With the additional DVD drive and the Apple editing software, it was now almost $3000 worth of Apple.

He glanced at her.

"Should I add this to the Cart Paula?"
 
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