At First Sight: Hotwife Ch 1
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This is a new series that is a spoof of the show, Married At First Sight. This time … it’s all about the Erotica ….
It’s the night before launch and the sound of the phone ringing in the background constantly impedes my ability to focus. I sunk everything into this business to try and get it up and running. I had to narrow it down to my final man.
“Margie, please get the phone!” I called out to my assistant.
I wasn’t sure why she hadn’t already done that when I looked up at the time and saw it was seven at night. With an audible sigh I stood up, walked out of my office and answered the phone.
“At First Sight, Ann speaking. How may I help you?” I waited to hear the person on the other end respond.
“Hi, this is Sally Wilcox, I have an appointment in the morning.”
Recognizing the name of the person on the other end I put on my most professional sounding voice. “Yes, Ms. Wilcox, what can I do for you?”
“Truthfully, Ann, I am scared.”
This seemed perfectly normal given what was about to happen to her in the morning. “Tell me what your issues are, and I will do my best to sooth your anxiety over.”
“Well, for starters, how do I know the person you’re setting me up with is going to be someone I like?”
I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. “Sally, may I call you that?”
“Of course.” Her response sounded almost like she was starting to ease slightly.
“You hired me to pair you up with two different men. You think I would take your money and leave you in the lurch?”
Sally’s laughter made me laugh. “I mean, kinda worried a little. I’m more worried about if me and the guys will mesh.”
I sat down in my assistant’s chair and leaned back, trying to relax. “I assure you, the men I present to you tomorrow will be ones that do like almost everything about you. You must find a way to trust in the process.”
“You’re a doctor, right Ann?”
My head nodded before I realized she can’t see me moving my head. “Yes, I have a PhD in sociology and psychiatry. I did a lot of schooling in my previous life.”
“Before you became a match maker,” Sally laughed.
“I like to think of myself more as a dream maker but, yes, match maker for bluntness.”
“Okay, I’ll try my best to trust you.” I heard her sigh on the phone. “Will both men be there tomorrow?”
“No, only your future husband will be there tomorrow. After all, you’re getting married right?”
“Right. This is so weird and unconventional.”
“I know,” it was my turn to laugh, “but that’s part of what makes this experiment great. You and he will show up tomorrow and by lunch time tomorrow you two will be married and off to enjoy your romantic honeymoon at the hotel I am sending you to.”
“My parents are going to kill me when they find out I am getting married, and no one was invited.”
“Now remember, you do have to bring one person with you, for a witness.”
“Right, I remember,” Sally said. “My sister is joining us.”
“Perfect. Okay Sally, I’ll see you tomorrow at nine sharp, yes?”
“Yes.”
We said our goodbyes and I went back into my office to look through the last five files of the bulls I had narrowed it down to. Which one of these would be perfect for Sally and her future husband, Simon?
~*~
While technically this was my first official match making clients to pay me, I had been matching people up for a decade. Friends and family all sang my praises for my ability to read people. It was my brother that told me I should turn this into a profession. I sure hoped he was right. My own nerves were on edge all night and I couldn’t sleep well. I was worried that Ann would end up so scared she would no show and then Simon would be shit outta luck. That would be bad for business.
Everyone I took on as a client went through evaluations to ensure stability and that they knew what they were getting in for. Myself and my associate each would run testing’s on them and go to their homes for surprise home visits. That was of course after a thorough background check was completed. I did everything in my power to make sure the crazies were weeded out along the way.
“Margie, do you have the notary on the phone yet? She was supposed to be here twenty minutes early.”
“I just got off the phone with her Ann, she said she is almost here. There was a big wreck on the turnpike.”
“That damn road is a nuisance that’s for sure. Okay well hopefully she beats the bride here.”
Right at that moment we heard the chine of the foyer door and knew someone was coming in to join the party.
“Knock knock,” I heard a familiar voice say.
We both knew it was Sally before she walked into the room. “Ms. Wilcox, come on in. You look lovely today.”
“Well, I can’t show up to my wedding in jeans and a tee now, can I?”
Margie and I both started laughing. I said, “No ma’am you cannot.” I walked over to her and extended my hand in greeting, “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“Hi there,” another voice said as she entered the room.
“Ahh, you must be the sister.”
“I must be. Where do I put her luggage?”
“I’ll help you,” Margie said as she came over to Sally’s sister and took the luggage from her.
“Is he here yet?” Sally asked.
“Soon, you’re the first to arrive. Why don’t you go sit in the receiving room over there. You can change into your dress unless you want to wear this lovely outfit you have on.”
Sally shrugged her shoulders. “I figured if this works out, I will do another wedding, all decked out, for our family. I am saving the dresses for that one.”
“Sure, I get it. Okay your husband and I will join you shortly.”
I watched her walk off into the other room and my own heart started to race. This was going to be interesting.
“Ann, I put Ms. Wilcox’s sister in the receiving room and her luggage in the foyer.”
“Great thanks Margie.”
“Knock knock,” we heard a ladies voice as the front foyer door opened.
“Great, the notary,” Margie said. “In here!” she called out.
“I’m so sorry I’m late the traffic was awful. But I have my stamp, my book and my pen. I’m ready to go.”
“Margie,” I said.
“Got it boss.” Margie walked over to the notary, “I’m Margie, come with me please.”
I heard the door open one more time. This had to be Simon. My nerves were ramped up and it wasn’t even me getting married.
“Simon, in here,” I called out. When the man I picked for Sally walked in, I was impressed but not surprised at what he was wearing.
He had on a three-piece suit, a deep blue colored tie and a matching pocket square.
“My, you look great.”
“Thank you, Ann. I am very excited that this is finally happening. Look, I even got the basics covered.”
“Basics?”
He nodded, “Something old. My pocket square was my dad’s. And its blue, two for one. Something new, the suit. Something borrowed, the cufflinks are my brothers, who is parking the car.”
“I thought these were for the bride,” I laughed.
He shrugged, “I wanted to make sure we were covered, like I said.”
I laughed and when we heard the door open, I stood up straight from my leaning position and waited.
“Rodger, meet Ann, the match maker.”
“Hi Rodger. Simon’s wife brought her sister. See how alike you two already are.”
Simon clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”
We walked into the receiving room where Maggie had Sally standing on her appropriate spot. I went to the middle next to her and signaled for Simon to join us.
“You two ready?” I asked.
“You’re stunning,” Simon said to Sally.
She blushed, “Thank you. You’re very handsome. Ann did a good job.”
I smirked, “Yes, I did. Now let’s begin.”
Since I was in the business of marriage, I thought it would be a good idea to get my official marriage officiating license. Keep everything in house after all. Well, except notary. I wanted Notaries to be a third party.
“We are gathered today to join these two in holy union. Simon, meet your bride, Sally Wilcox. Sally, this is your groom, Simon Toval.”
“Hi,” they said to each other. Sally was smiling ear to ear. And why wouldn’t she, Simon was a handsome man.
Once the ceremony concluded and I said you may kiss your bride, I saw why the two of them came to an erotic service like mine. There was a lot of frisky under the nervous woman in there and I couldn’t wait to hear all about it.
“So, what do we do now?” Sally asked me after everyone finished signing the marriage license.
“Now you two go off and enjoy your two-day honeymoon. Remember to come back Monday morning for the follow up treatment.”
“That’s it, two days?” Simon asked. “I kind of wanted more time alone with her.”
“Two days, Simon. The hotwife package requires the bull get introduced on day two. Now go, enjoy the rest of your Saturday. Go check into the hotel and be on your way. Margie will give you the rest of your info and help you out to your car.”
As the first of the nerves washed over me, I was relieved that so far, the first transaction of my business went smoothly and we could now focus on the next part.
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