Job Rated part 10

Neva showered and dressed quickly. Otherwise, she’d climb right back in the bed and then she’d never get to work. She gathered her dirty clothes up and stuffed them in the bag Jesse had brought her clothes out to the ranch in. She was almost done when Jesse woke up and rolled over.

“Up kinda early,” he said.

“It’s nearly 6am. I start at 7am.”

“Ah, Okay,” he said standing up.

“I’ll get some coffee going,” Neva said watching him walk to the bathroom naked. She headed out the bedroom door towards the kitchen.


Jesse showered and dressed quickly. He’d been surprised that he’d slept so well. When he walked into the kitchen, Neva had coffee and toast ready. He sipped his coffee and ate a piece of toast.

“So, you work until when?” he asked.

“Suppose to be 2pm, but since I’ve been gone, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up working until 9pm.”

“A double? That’s not very equitable,” he said.

“No, but everyone has been working to cover my shifts. The Fitzgerald splits the work load pretty well between the Bed and Breakfast, hotel and bar. So, if someone is off sick, people have to switch around.”

“Alright. You’d better get to work then,” he said wrapping her in his arms and kissing her.

She finally broke the kiss. “Keep that up and I won’t be going to work,” she said.

“Can’t blame a man for trying,” he said with a smile and saw her out to her car. He watched her drive off and then went to work.

Neva drove off feeling like someone had cut off her hand. She didn’t expect to be that drawn to a man ever. Especially not one who lived on a ranch. “Guess that’s what I get for thinking I knew what I wanted,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. She pulled into the employee parking lot and headed in through the kitchen.

“Well, she is alive. We thought that cowboy had tied you to a post and wupped you,” teased one of the short order cooks.

“Nah, just cracked my head after getting high on paint fumes,” Neva said as she snagged a piece of bacon and headed for the front desk. She just put her handbag away when Charles, the owner walked downstairs.

“Neva! Good to see you!,” he said.

“Morning Charles. How’s the week shaping up?” she asked as she worked through the reservations on the computer.

“Busy. We have another one of those Celtic groups coming in. Suppose to be about 140 tickets sold already. That’s day after tomorrow. Tonight we have the ladies bridge club and then tomorrow we have two private dinner parties and nearly every room full,” he said.

“Ah. Okay. Do we have any extra bartenders for the concerts?” she asked as she pulled up the schedule.

“No. Dave should work, but he’s been covering for you. Can you work?” Charles asked.

“Yes. I’m over my cracked head. Just don’t have me on too many doubles in a row,” she said.

“Oh? That new boyfriend a little over protective?” Charles asked.

“No. I just don’t want to get sick from being on my feet too much. Plus, why are you calling Jesse my new boyfriend?” Neva asked as she thought about what Charles had said.

“Oh, I just figured he was. You staying out there so many nights,” said Charles with a smile.

Neva instantly realized that he didn’t believe she’d ever been hurt. “Charles, come here a second.” When he walked over, she flipped her hair aside and showed him her bruised cut scalp that she’d hidden with a ponytail.

“Oh. Sorry, I just…” he started.

“Well, you can just take your rumor mill and start telling the truth. Whatever our relationship becomes is none of your business. However, I was hurt,” she said, just a tiny bit pissed.

“Neva, I’m sorry. It did look a bit odd though. You have to admit that,” Charles said trying to back his way out of things.

“No Charles, I don’t think it looked like that. However, if anyone gives me grief for being gone, I’ll refer them to you.”

“Alright, alright,” he said walking away. He stopped. “Hey, your… friend. Would he want a job being a bouncer for the night of the concert?”

Neva thought about it for a few seconds. “How much does it pay?” she asked.

“$10 an hour. No drinking on duty, but he’ll get dinner,” said Charles.

“I’ll ask,” said Neva who then turned to answer a phone.


Jesse got the chores done as fast as he could. Then he cleaned house. Laundry, dishes and general picking up. He was done by 4pm. He sat down and tried to read. Tried to watch TV. Nothing held his attention. At 4:30, he started going through the fridge to see what leftovers he could eat for dinner. He settled on a stew and some biscuits. He was warming them up when the phone rang.

“Hello,” he said. “Hi Neva. Okay. Sorta bored. You? I see. Well, I hope you get off work soon. What? Oh. $10 an hour? Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks. Talk to you soon.” He hung up the phone. Neva had called him on her break, and as far as he was concerned, the conversation wasn’t long enough. He put the stew in a bowl and sat down to eat.

“Why in the hell am I acting like a love sick puppy?” he thought. “Oh yeah…” Jesse shook his head. He hadn’t felt this way since he’d gotten his first horse. He’d been about six.

After dinner, he washed dishes and then went out back to chop wood. He hoped the physical activity would wear him out. He chopped most of the wood he’d cut and then stacked it. The wood pile was now two rows deep. It was dark by the time he’d finished. When he went into the kitchen, he checked the phone. No calls. He showered and went to bed.


Neva was exhausted by the time she got home at 10pm. She’d spent most of the day trying to straighten out the mess Charles had started by assuming she’d called out sick just to fuck. Plus it had been a busy day. The ladies bridge club was hectic. Thirty-two 60 and 70 year old women playing bridge. They didn’t order dinners, but they ate enough desserts and drank enough coffee for 100 people. The last of them sauntered out at 9pm. The dinner crowd finally thinned about the same time. When Neva finally left, there were two couples left and she figured that Charles could handle them.

Once she got home, she threw laundry in the washer and folded what had been left in the dryer. She drank a glass of juice and then fell into bed exhausted.


The alarm went off at 6am, and it wasn’t until then that Neva realized she’d forgotten to call Jesse. She grabbed her cell phone and called. No answer, and it went straight to the machine. “Jesse, Sorry I forgot to call. I got home at 10pm. Fell asleep about five minutes later. I’m so sorry I forgot to call.” She ended the call and got ready for work. It was going to be another hectic day.


Jesse got in from the far meadows and saw the light blinking on the answering machine. He played the messages. Two from some bank and then Neva’s message. He smiled as he listened and then picked up the phone to call.


Neva felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She was just taking an order from the third table of six and had to let it go to her voice mail. An hour later, while on a bathroom break, she finally listened to the message. “Glad you’re okay. Sorry they are working your sweet ass off. Call me when you get the chance. Don’t care what time it is.” She smiled and headed back to work.


Jesse was stretched out on the bed, trying to go to sleep when the phone rang. “Hello,” he said. “About time you came up for air. No, just laying here stroking your favorite toy and trying to go to sleep.” He laughed at her response. “No, I’ll see you at 5pm. Sleep well.” He rolled over and put the phone down on the nightstand. He lay there and tried to go to sleep. In the end, he got up and took a shower. While the hot water rolled over his back, he started stroking his cock. He closed his eyes and thought of Neva and how he’d taken her in the shower. It took a little longer than he expected, but he finally came. He rinsed off and got out of the shower. He was back in bed five minutes later and finally fell asleep.


Neva had hung up the phone after talking to Jesse and spent ten minutes talking herself out of driving out to the ranch for the night. In the end, she filled the tub with hot water and bubbles and soaked away her sorrows. She also let her hand drift down to her pussy and played with her clit until she came in a splashing orgasm. It relieved the ‘itch’, but didn’t satisfy her soul. She got out, drained the tub and headed to bed.

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