My wife is one of those people who have managed to reach adulthood with no conception of the actual value of money or of the fact that it can sometimes be damned hard to come by. After several years of trying to get her educated and failing I was forced to take drastic steps if only to protect my credit and keep us out of bankruptcy. I cancelled all of her credit cards and closed our joint checking and savings accounts. When the inevitable outcry came, “What am I supposed to do for money?” I simply told her to get a job and learn to manage her own money. She whined, moaned and bitched, but in the end she did go out and get a job and this is the story of how this job turned her into a slut wife.
She got a job as a cocktail waitress at a down town lounge. I wasn’t supposed to know that – she told me she had a job cleaning offices after hours – but the guy who hired her was a very good friend of mine. Dale and I had served in the same unit when we were in the Army and about five years after my discharge I ran into him in a down town restaurant, we renewed the friendship and we usually see each other a couple of times a week for lunch. Mimi had never met Dale, but Dale had seen every picture of Mimi that she had sent me when I was overseas and he recognized her as soon as she walked into his office. He had given her an application and while she was filling it out he left the room and called me, “What do you want me to do?”
“Is there any reason she can’t work for you?”
“Well, kind of.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, the uniforms, costumes really, that the girls have to wear are awful skimpy and revealing and along with the red high heels that complete the outfit the girls fairly invite sexual comments from our customers. Of course that is the effect we are aiming for. Our target clientele is the well to do businessman who stops off on the way home from work to talk business with friends and clients and the appearance of our girls is meant to be an inducement to get them to come here rather than go some where else. If Mimi comes to work here she will be hit on from the moment she punches in until the time she gets in her car to go home. I don’t know how strong your marriage is buddy, but I’ve seen a lot of happily married women come to work here and end up as sluts. She’ll make a fortune in tips, but the down side is that this place can have a corrosive effect on some marriages.”
“At least if she’s working there you can keep an eye on her for me.”
“Only partly true buddy. I go home at seven when the night manager comes in to relieve me so I’ll only be here for the first two hours of her shift. I can ask the night guy to keep an eye on her for me, but I can’t guarantee a thing.”
“Do the best you can Dale. At least I’ll know where she will be.”
Mimi got the job and every Friday after that she would come home with an envelope with one hundred and sixty dollars in it – her take home pay from her cleaning job. I knew that she was making a lot more than that, but so what? I’d told her to get a job and earn her own spending money and she had gone and done it so what she did with her money was her business. I’d check in with Dale a couple of times a week to see how Mimi was doing and he always told me that there were no problems that he was aware of, “Of course I’m only speaking for the two hours she’s with me. Lenny, the night guy, told me he would keep an eye on her and he hasn’t said anything about problems.”
Three months went buy and one day I called Dale and he said that he had heard that Mimi was doing a little ‘light hooking’ on the side.