“Man, this sucks,” I thought as I worked outside trimming the hedges of the clubhouse in 86 degree weather.

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For some background, my name's Jimmy and I work as a golf course maintenance worker at a fancy country club outside of NYC. Some would even call it boujee. All of the Wall Street types come play either after work or on the weekends. Shit, sometimes they just trade stocks right from the driving range! What a life.

And we’re not just talking guy members either. Lots of beautiful, wealthy women have memberships at the club too. Honestly, it’s hard to focus on cutting the grass sometimes because all I want to do is stare at their beautiful… Swings.

While I do pretty well for myself, I know that I would probably never be able to afford a membership. Sometimes I take advantage of the perks that come with the job (playing and practicing) and put on my best polo and fancy pants and try my best to be a part of that life, even if for a little while.

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One day, a few weeks later, while practicing on the driving range that I had cut the day before, I was fortunate enough to meet Ms. Taylor. As we were hitting golf balls and minding our own business, she turned to me and said, “Hey, don’t you work here?”

To which I said, “Yes I do, very observant of you! I’m Jimmy, nice to meet you.”

In an instant, I was captivated. We talked for five minutes that day but I wished it was an hour.

Now, she was different from the rest of them in that she wasn’t a finance person working 90 hours a week. I asked what she did for work after she brought up her schedule and she told me she made her own money, as a model. And honestly, I had no trouble believing it.

When I say gorgeous, it seems like I’m under-selling her looks. Tall (almost as tall as me at 6’ tall!), lean, with an incredible set of (I’m guessing) at least DDD tits and a face that you just can’t help but want to look at for hours. Seriously, this woman had eyes and a smile that could end wars.

Perhaps the best part about her was her infectious personality. She was an outgoing type, which surprised me because I’m sure she had men hitting on her every second of the day and she would just want peace and quiet. But the fact that she approached me first and started our conversation made my stomach get butterflies and made me feel like a king for a day.

That interaction with her helped me get through the next two weeks at work until I was fortunate enough to see her beautiful self again. She showed up around 2 PM (again, making her own hours), in the skimpiest golf skirt that still qualified as classy and a tight-fitting black Ralph Lauren golf top that showed off her amazing tits.

As fate would have it, I was on my lunch break and was just finishing up when she arrived. As I went to throw my trash away, she walked into the clubhouse too and said, “Jimmy! How’s the course look today? I’m thinking about playing a quick nine!”

Right after I picked my jaw off the floor in a timely manner I was able to choke out a professional answer, “The course is beautiful today, Ms. Taylor. I’d highly recommend getting out to play.”

“Awesome, thanks, Jim! Can I call you Jim?”

“Of course Ms. Taylor, you can call me whatever you’d like except you can’t call me late for dinner.”

To which she giggled and went about her business.

I swear every interaction was positive and left me craving more of her time and attention! She had a magnetic effect on me and I was powerless!

Except… she made me feel powerful at the same time. And the way she talked to me... I thought, could there be an interest? I’m no slouch myself in the looks department but could she really be interested in a blue-collar maintenance guy like me?

I guess there’s only one way to find out…