Keep Your Eye On The Prize!

Johnathan pulled the corvette into the driveway and shut it down. He sat there and and once again his mind was wrestling with the idea of quitting his day job and focus full time on his "other" job. The income from his services business was now far exceeding his day job, but quitting his day job opened up a lot of caveats. The first was the 401K he had at work. Then there was his health plan, although he was making enough money to cover a good health care plan. But the big nut was taxes. Right now he was running a questionably legal business under the table, no income reporting, no business license, nothing. If he quit work it seemed to open a can of worms he did not want to play with at the moment. And besides, what would he tell his mother?

He walked into the house and saw his message machine flashing. He hit the button and the machine jumped to life with Karen's voice. "Hi sweetie, it's Karen. He listen hun, I am having a pleasure party at my house for the girls here at the office and some of their friends, and we will be having a raffle to give away some of the toys I sell and I want to make you the grand prize of the raffel. You already know some of the girls and they just adore you, so what do you say? I will pick up the tab for your services and you might just get a new repeat customer. And I will leave it up to you if you wanted to make an appearance at the party or not. Speaking of repeat customers........I need a touch up love! Call me and let me know what you think. Byeeeeeeeeeee."

Johnathan just sat at the counter and grinned. I should make her my marketing agent he thought to himself. He didn't know if he could bring himself to attend a party of women and sex toys or not but the concept sounded fun. He picked up the phone and called Karen. After four rings it went over to voicemail. "Hi Karen, it's Johnathan. I think it would be fun to be part of your raffel. Let me know when you plan to have it. I guess we would have to leave the scheduling to the winner unless it was to be done during the party......hmmmmmm. Well let me know, bye."

He went to the frig and grabbed a beer and ewnt to check his e-mail. He had five requests for his services. He decided he would reply to them sometime after dinner. Right now he wanted to play some online poker and relax. Besides, he was getting quite good at it.