I just finished my junior year of college, studying business management, and have been relaxing at my parent’s home for a couple of weeks. During this time I’ve been spending most of my time partying with my old high school friends, getting caught up on all the rumors and gossip.

I’ve been so caught up in my own life and activities that I didn’t realize that something didn’t feel right in the Evans household until this morning. As I approach the kitchen I hear my parents talking, not their normal boisterous type of talking, but in a hushed tone. Out of curiosity I decide to do a little eavesdropping just outside the door, just in case they are talking about me. Hey, a girl’s got to be on her toes, they may want me to get a summer job or something.

The good news is that they aren’t talking about me, but about Dad’s business. Dad started up his own company many years ago and he has done very well. We live in a very large colonial house, three car garage, and a pool in the back yard. Based on their conversation, the company has took a turn for the worst and he hasn’t signed up any new clients since the beginning of the year.

A method of Dad’s to impress a possible new client is to invite them to the house for a home-cooked meal and to spend the night. Mom and Dad are now discussing the best way to wine and dine this guy who is due to arrive late this afternoon. While they are absorbed in their planning, I walk back to my room deep in thought, wondering how I can be of help.

While in my bedroom I figure out a plan on how to help Dad sign up this potential new client. College isn’t all about studying for me, I’ve learned a lot about having a good time. Sex is one of my favorite extracurricular activities. My plan to impress our company is to flirt, flaunt my young sexy body, and maybe apply some of my business management skills.

I stroll into the dining room wearing a bright yellow sundress that clings to my breasts, exposing just a small amount of cleavage. The dress is sexy enough, but not too bad, so that my parents won’t object. I sit down at the dinner table with my plan in motion, but I’m not sure if I have the nerve to pull it off. Daddy introduces me to Mr. Graves, whom I estimate is in his late fifties. He extends his hand in greeting, but ignoring his hand, I stand up and pull him into my arms in a nice intimate hug.

The dinner is progressing very smoothly, with Daddy and Mr. Graves pleasantly talking business. While they are talking, I notice that Mr. Graves is wearing a wedding ring. The idea of him being married excites me. At the end of the meal, Mr. Graves is asking me about my college courses and