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A few years ago, I joined a software start-up as a sales representative in their Charlotte office. The company was headquartered in Silicon Valley. It was considered by the industry as an ideal place to be at that moment due to the rumors that we would become an acquisition target by one of the giant software firms in the next 12 to 18 months.

All of my interviews took place at the company HQ on the same day. They flew me out to the West coast as the result of strong phone interviews and personal recommendations. I would meet with the head of HR, the VP of Sales, and the CEO all in one day. Although nerve-wracking for me, it was the most convenient way to schedule this for everyone involved. The interviews went well and I received a generous job offer.

Three weeks later, I was ready to start my first day on the new job. My manager, who lived in Chicago, indicated that I should ask for Mary Lynn when I arrived. The Charlotte office was actually an executive office suite that had a common reception area and shared admin staff for the several firms who rented offices there. Mary Lynn was the receptionist for the entire shared office suite. She was absolutely stunning. Dark brown hair, light suntan, hard, hard, hard body and a great smile. She dressed in a completely professional manner, with an expensive looking silk blouse and a tight skirt. The skirt definitely showed off her figure, but it was business-appropriate with a hemline a few inches above her knees.

Mary Lynn was obviously making a real effort to keep it all under wraps. With her body, it was a losing battle. It would simply be impossible for her to dress demurely enough to deflect attention. She was nice, but not flirty. Selfishly, my initial thought was that maybe we could be successful in growing the business in the region to the point where we needed our own office – and we would take Mary Lynn with us.

With Mary Lynn standing only a feet away from me, I caught a whiff of her perfume. The scent launched me into a quick mini-fantasy of her serving as my administrative assistant. In my mind, she was always bending over in my office to pick up files, pens, paperclips, whatever. Mary Lynn broke my daydream by reaching out her hand to point towards the shared conference room.

While we were looking the room over, I had another vivid mental image pop into my head. Without asking, I would bend her over the gleaming conference table, rip her skirt off (zipper destroyed), pull down her panties, and ruthlessly fuck her from behind. Mary Lynn would protest a little, but then give in to the overwhelming, shuddering orgasm that I was providing her. (Clearly, I was going to have trouble getting any work done around Mary Lynn.)

She showed me around the common areas; copier room, mail room, kitchen, etc. My eyes were fixated on her chest, although I tried my best to maintain eye contact. Finally, Mary Lynn said “let me show you your office.” When we walked through the door, she leaned on my desk with her legs crossed while I looked around and became acclimated. Mary Lynn stayed in that position, discreetly looking me over as if appraising a painting, while awaiting a verdict from me.

I smiled and said “very nice. Thank you for the tour.” I honestly didn’t mean it as a double entendre, but she took it that way. She gave me a very subtle smirk. I wondered how many cheesy pick up lines she received during any given day. She was undoubtedly the center of attention in a place like this. There were men all around, but very few women.

After a brief moment of silence between us, Mary Lynn smiled back at me with cool confidence and said, “I am sure you will like it here.” As she stood up to leave, Mary Lynn asked “have you met Lisa yet?”

“No, not yet,” I said. “I would like to. She is well respected out at headquarters in California. She had several “Salesperson of the Quarter” plaques hanging on the wall out there. Is she here today?”

“I haven’t seen her, but I will let you know if she comes in,” said Mary Lynn. “Will you be needing anything else?” My mind screamed “blow job.” Somehow, I managed to engage my brain filter in the nick of time and kept that thought to myself.

Lisa was the other sales representative working out of the Charlotte office. I knew her by reputation only. Previously, I was her competitor. I had heard that she was very attractive, very smart, very charming, and highly principled. One always assumes that a beautiful woman in the software business must be using her looks to succeed, since the IT world is heavily populated by males. However, Lisa was a CPA with a dual degree in computer science, so she had technical chops as well as considerable visual artillery.

I spent the next couple of hours reviewing old proposals and reading through marketing materials. Around 11 am, Mary Lynn rang my extension and said, “Lisa just came in. I will tell her you are here.”

Within minutes, Lisa knocked on my door and introduced herself. We exchanged pleasantries and played the “do you know so-and-so?” game. It turned out that we had several van escort old colleagues and acquaintances in common.

Lisa was wearing a vibrant, royal blue wrap dress, which showed off her perfectly toned legs plus a little bit of cleavage too. Her outfit was totally professional, but I made a mental note that nobody would wear that outfit if they were easily offended or uncomfortable with male attention.

In contrast to Mary Lynn’s professionalism, Lisa was very flirty with me. I caught her staring at my crotch a few times. Was this the way she acted in front of customers? I started getting an involuntary bulge in my pants, which made her smile. I pretended not to notice. Lisa profiled all of the key people out at headquarters. Basically, who to trust and who to watch out for. Once again, she stared at my semi-erect cock. This was no longer a coincidence. This was deliberate. I rambled on about something, but my mind was elsewhere. I had a flashback to every deal that I had lost to Lisa over the years. I started to gain some badly needed perspective. She was fighting with laser-guided missiles and I never had a chance.

When Lisa turned to leave my office, I decided to launch a missile of my own right at her. “Can I take you out for drinks after work? It’s a nice day. We can sit outside somewhere.”

“Yes, let’s do that. The last guy in your role was obnoxious and I never liked him very much. It will be good to make a fresh start with you; get things off on the right foot.”

At the end of the day, Lisa and I met in the parking lot. She gave me directions to a gourmet Mexican place nearby that she liked. As she did so, Lisa waved her arms around, pointing left and right, explaining how to get there. I was captivated by her ripped upper arms. She had total girl-guns. Her arms had nicely defined biceps with a hint of vein showing. She was feminine and not bulky by any means, but it was obvious that she hit the gym. I guessed that she was probably sporting low double-digit body fat.

I wondered where she worked out and how quickly I could join, if only to check her out in workout clothes. Before I could ask where her gym was located, Lisa opened the door to her car, a BMW 3 Series convertible, and sat down. As she did, her dress rode up all the way up her thigh. “Oops,” she said with a wink.

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was packed with the twenty-something after work crowd. We were in our thirties, probably 10 years older than the average in the room, but both of us were managing to keep it together nicely – thank you very much – and we blended right in.

“This place has the best margaritas,” Lisa explained, “and plenty of eye-candy too. I came here once with your predecessor, Bill, and he was a complete ass the whole time.”

“What happened?” I asked, knowing she must have many tales up her sleeve. This was going to be a fun evening. She grinned and moved her bar stool a few inches closer to me so that she could relay the story in a conspiratorial way.

“He was such a show-off, introducing me to his friends as if we were dating. He insisted on driving us here from the office, so we left my car back in the parking lot. Once we arrived, he kept ordering us margaritas with an extra shot of tequila on the side. It was an obvious ploy to get me drunk. It worked. Whatever. But, there is no amount of liquor in the world that would get me to sleep with him.”

With that ice-breaker out of the way, Lisa moved on with her tale. She was progressively showing more cleavage and now it was my turn to stare – as she had done to me earlier.

“Towards the end of the night, we were running out of things to talk about and my buzz was wearing off. Bill mentioned that he had a golf outing nearby, scheduled for very early the next morning. He asked if he could stay at my place. I made an excuse to get out of it. Bill sulked and he didn’t say another word as we waited in the valet line. Once we were in his car, he accidentally broke his key off in the ignition.”

“How did he do that?” I asked.

“He was just drunk enough that he didn’t realize the valet had left the engine running. He snapped the key right off.,” she laughed, wincing at the memory. I laughed too. It was a good story, for sure.

“He went berzerk, screaming at the valet and cursing his bad luck,” she recalled.

“I mouthed the words “help, call me a cab” to another valet standing nearby and he sprung into action.” Lisa gave me another smile because she could tell I was enjoying her story.

“I told Bill that I needed to visit the lady’s room. I went inside, but I stood by the door, waiting for the taxi. Without him noticing, I made my escape,” she marveled.

“What happened the next day?” I asked.

“Well, it was a Friday. He must have made his golf match because he never came to the office,” she said. “When Monday rolled around, he didn’t mention it and neither did I. He left the company about a month later, so we never discussed it again.”

“That is some story,” I said. “It will yalova escort be tough for me to top that one.”

Now that her story was told, Lisa shifted her weight backwards in triumph on her bar stool. She was sitting sideways to the bar and she was facing me. I caught glimpses now and again of her upper thighs. When she moved, I could just barely make out that she was wearing lacy white panties.

“What about you? You must have had a few dating misadventures along the way,” she said.

“It’s been a while since I have dated. My wife and I separated about a year ago, and we are in the process of finalizing everything. It has taken longer that I thought it would, but that’s what happens when the lawyers get involved. They don’t want the party to end too soon for obvious reasons,” I said.

“I see,” Lisa said. “Sorry to hear about that. Any kids?”

“No,” I replied. “We were trying but weren’t having any luck. The odds are not in your favor when you are in your thirties. However, it was all a blessing in disguise. She ended up having an affair with our fertility doctor.”

“Wow. That stinks,” she said. “My deal isn’t much better. I put my ex-husband through law school and ended up getting pregnant. He started fooling around with a girl in his study group – while I was pregnant – and left me before our son was even born.”

“Speaking of which, I better be going,” she said. “My sitter will need to get home before it get’s too late.”

We said our goodbyes and Lisa thanked me for a fun night out. I hadn’t been out with a woman other than my soon-to-be-ex-wife in a long time, so it was a good ice-breaker for me too. It was not a date, but there was plenty of banter and sexual tension between us. I drove home looking forward to getting my personal life going again.

The next month flew by and I did not see much of Lisa in the office. We both traveled during the week in our respective territories, and I also took a few trips to the West coast for training. One day, Lisa ducked into my office and said “have you made your plane reservations for Chicago yet?” We were going to be attending a regional sales meeting there the following week.

“Not yet. Give me your itinerary and I will book the same flight as you,” I said.

Lisa handed me her phone and I copied down the flight and hotel details from her calendar. She stated, “I love Chicago. We will have to go out one night to hear some blues while we are there.”

“Great. Kingston Mines is a good place. They have two stages and the bands play continuously. When one band takes a break, you face the other way and the other band takes the stage,” I said.

During the flight to Chicago, we talked shop about business and the time went by quickly. As we were preparing to land, Lisa asked me “how is your divorce coming along?”

“Done,” I said. “We settled and signed documents two weeks ago and I just received a copy of the decree in the mail.”

Lisa smiled and said, “good for you. I am sure you are glad to have that behind you. Must be a relief.”

“It is. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s done. My lawyer did a good job for me and I can’t complain with the outcome,” I replied.

We landed in Chicago and shared a cab to our hotel. Lisa asked me to meet her in the lobby at seven and we would go out for the night. When I got off the elevator, Lisa was already there waiting for me. She looked amazing, wearing a tight pair of jeans, a silk tank, and a short, fitted jacket made of blue leather.

We took a cab to dinner and Lisa sat pretty close to me in the back seat. The night was getting off to an encouraging start. Afterwards, we walked to Kingston Mines and had a great evening. The music was awesome, the drinks flowed, and Lisa kept touching me during our conversations. She would rest her hand on my thigh on a few occasions and squeezed my arm a couple of times.

We decided it was time to leave and hailed a cab back to the hotel. Once again, Lisa sat right next to me in the backseat and she continued to touch my knee or thigh while we talked. I was receiving a blatant invitation for sex back at the hotel, and I started getting an erection just thinking about the possibilities. There was no point in hiding it and I am sure Lisa noticed it, just as she had on my first day at work. At one point, she leaned forward in her seat and turned to look at me directly. She held my gaze and did not break the eye contact. I took that signal for the opening that it was and pulled her in for a kiss. We went at it like two soap opera actors. My head was spinning from this beautiful woman, the music, the alcohol, and the jerky taxi cab ride. She moved her hand slowly up my thigh while we kissed. I was wondering how far she would go, given the fact that our cab driver was watching everything. My cock was aching from the anticipation. Upward went her hand. Finally, she arrived at my crotch, but she hesitated for a moment. Instead, she started unbuttoning my shirt. When she unbuttoned the lowest button, Lisa moved from çorlu escort kissing me to sucking my nipples and lightly rubbing her hands all over my chest and abdomen.

“Lean back,” she whispered. I made eye contact with the cab driver, who by now had moved his rear view mirror so that he could watch what we were doing. We were getting close to the hotel now and I needed to let him know that he should just keep driving around. I made a circular motion with my free hand and he understood, pushing down on the gas pedal while he changed lanes to drive past the hotel.

Lisa worked her down my stomach with her tongue. Finally, she unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and started stroking my cock through the fabric. One more button, then another and another and she had my jeans completely undone. “Lift up for a second,” she whispered again, as if the cab drive might not realize what she was doing.

When I lifted up off the seat, she pulled down my jeans, but not my boxer briefs. Instead, she continued rubbing my cock through the fabric while she rose back up to kiss me again. I was about to explode, wondering if she was really going to give me a blow job in the back of this taxi.

We kissed wildly and she finally slipped her hand under the waistband of my underwear and grasped my cock with a firm grip. She held her hand still. Maybe she was sizing up my manhood?

As she made her way back down to my lap, I started to look around at my surroundings, just taking in the craziness of the moment. There was a lot of traffic all around us, obviously. Tall buildings everywhere. It was lit up like daytime and there were people out and about. The cab driver was practically in a trance watching us, and I had to shoot him a mean look just to get his eyes back on the road ahead of us.

Lisa licked around my belly button and was tortuously slow about it. Then she looked at me and took me in her mouth. At first, she just took the head. Then she started licking it like an ice cream cone and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she alternated licking and swirling. I was about to explode. With her other hand, she started feeling my balls and they began to tighten up from her touch. Again, I made eye contact with the cab driver. He understood and began to circle the block once more. Lisa rose up to a kneeling position and began to deep throat me, sometimes softly, and then sometimes furiously bobbing up and down. It was the most intense blow job that I have ever had, bar none.

My breathing started getting ragged and she knew that I was close. I tried to unbutton her jeans and I also put my hand up her shirt to unhook her bra, but she wiggled away. “Later,” she said quietly. I guess she did not want to actually get naked herself in the taxi, especially with our extra-attentive cab driver. Understandable, but I was feeling guilty about getting the better end of this deal and I wanted to repay the favor.

“Why don’t we take things back to your room before its get out of hand here,” I suggested.

We straightened ourselves up and I asked the cab driver to take us back to the hotel. The fare was $40, but I gave him $80 and we made a hasty exit.

Inside the hotel, we giggled like small children while looking at ourselves in the mirrored finish of the elevator doors. Lisa said, “I have never done anything like that before in my life. What in the world got into me?” I just grinned, reflecting on my good timing and not wanting her to regret it.

While we waited for the elevator to arrive at her floor, Lisa asked me if I had ever done anything like that before. “Once, but I was too young to fully appreciate the situation,” I said.

“That’s impossible, how could you not fully appreciate a girl giving you a blow job – basically in public?” she snorted.

“Well, her mother was only three feet away,” I replied. “But it’s not what you think.”

“Good. I can’t wait to here this one.”

I explained that when I was 18, my girlfriend, who was also 18, asked me to ride with her family to the Atlanta airport to drop her father off for a business trip to Europe. They had a big Chevy Suburban and we rode in the back seat with her little brother. On the return trip that evening, her little brother rode in the front seat and her mom drove us home. My girlfriend had brought a pillow with her and she leaned it up against me and fell asleep. For a while. When we were about half way home, she woke up. It was completely dark in the back seat. Her mother was listening to talk radio and her little brother was asleep. My girlfriend reached under the pillow and started rubbing my cock. After another couple of minutes, she unzipped my jeans and started giving me a hand-job. “I couldn’t believe the risk she was taking with her mom only a few feet away,” I said.

“That is amazing,” Lisa said. “I wouldn’t have been that daring at 18.”

“She didn’t stop there,” I said. “She rearranged her pillow slightly and started giving me head – for the first time. She never would do that before, so I was really surprised. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth because I didn’t know how she would react. I was getting close and told her. She kept going anyway. I tried to pull her off of me, but she just clamped down tighter. Finally, I couldn’t hold off any longer and exploded in her mouth. She took it all.”

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It had started weeks before that actual night. Wait…Who am I kidding, it had started from the moment you were hired that I took notice of you and began fantasizing about you.

Who could blame me though right?

You were absolutely gorgeous with your light caramel brown skin, long soft brown hair, and big light brown eyes. You stood no more than about 5 ft tall, but I do happen to have a thing for women who are smaller and shorter than me.

And who couldn’t help but notice your tight round figure. Your firm perky tits that weren’t too big, but you always seemed to wear a top that accentuated them and made them look larger. Then there was your ass, in my opinion your best asset, so thick and round on your small frame. It always looked fantastic whether you were wearing slacks or a skirt.

We had been flirting for a while leading up to the night in question. The coy little smiles, the biting of your lip, and the light touches of your hand. It was all in good fun as we were both quick to find out that we each had a lot of dirty thoughts bouncing around in our heads, and it was fun to tease and play with each other in that regard.

Sometimes you’d even bend over to pick something up off the ground, and I’d catch you taking just a bit too long to stand back up; my eyes locked on your thick ass as I wondered just how nice it’d feel to grip your hips and spank you. It’d make my cock throb fantasizing, throughout the day, about the surprised, yet excited, look on your face if I actually did grab you from behind.

Things even escalated to the point where you’d slide by me and graze your amazing ass against the front of my pants as you said, “excuse me.” The sensations you’d send through my body as your ass made contact with my cock… mmmmmmm. I always wondered if you kilis escort could feel me pulsing against your ass as you’d look over your shoulder and smile teasingly back at me.

Well, the months of teasing and built up sexual frustrations were put to the test, one night, when we happened to be the last two employees left at work. Our little games had taken their toll on me, and you made me come unglued! As we were closing up and finishing work, you happened to rub your ass right against my cock, and without a second thought I brought my hand back and smacked your ass nice and hard with one clean motion.

As I half assed apologized (I wasn’t sorry at all because it felt so good to finally do it) your reaction was better than I could have ever fantasized. I remember it like it was yesterday as you looked back at me, over your right shoulder, and playfully said, “is it bad if I liked it?”

The tone of your voice and the look on your face sent me over the edge! I followed you to the next room and moved quickly right behind you as I grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged your head back. You let out a soft sigh as u closed your eyes and gave into me

I spun you around, and without hesitation, reached down and picked you up under your ass. Your legs instantly wrapped around me as I carried you over to a counter and set you down. My heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as our eyes locked. I leaned in and went right for your neck; kissing and sucking as you tossed your head back in pleasure while soft moans escaped your lips. My hands tracing down your body as I caressed your firm perky tits; I could feel your nipples through your blouse as I sucked harder on your neck. Your hands running up my back and through my hair as I continued kırklareli escort kissing down your collarbone.

The passion and heat continued to build as I ran my hands down to your hips and my fingers slipped under your waist line. I pulled my mouth away from your neck as I made eye contact with you. Without you having to say a word, you raised your hips up as I grabbed hold of your pants and panties and slid them off your ass with one fast motion.

Your pants and panties fell to a heap on the floor as your now bare ass was sitting on the counter. I removed my eyes from your gaze and lowered them down to your tight, glistening, wet pussy that was now spread before me. I wrapped my hands up under your soft legs and began kissing up the inside of your quivering thighs.

I wanted to tease you…I wanted to make this last forever, but I knew that we didn’t have much time.

I could see the wetness on your smooth bare pussy and I could also feel the warmth coming from it. Your breath was getting faster with the anticipation of my tongue finding your wet little slit.

I couldn’t wait any longer to taste your sweetness…and fuck was your pussy ever sweet!! I spread your lips apart with my fingers, to give me better access to your throbbing clit, as my tongue flicked fast and hard across it. Your moans and whimpers driving my tongue as I nibbled lightly on your clit. My face buried between your thighs as my tongue rolled up and down your now dripping wet pussy.

Your hands were now in my hair and your hips were thrusting upward as you started trying to fuck my tongue. I could tell you were getting close as your moans quickened and your stomach started to quiver. It was then that you said the most amazing words, “slide two karabük escort fingers inside me baby.”

My cock instantly went from throbbing to rock hard!!

I focused my thumb on your clit, while I also took two fingers and easily slid them deep inside your begging wet pussy. Finger fucking you deep and hard while my thumb rubbed back and forth across your hard little clit. I managed to turn your body sideways on the counter as I grabbed the back of your hair roughly, turning your ear to me. Fucking your pussy deeper and faster with my fingers as I whispered in your ear,

“I need you to cum and squirt for me baby, please cum for me.”

And just like that you turned your face to me, as your eyes rolled back into your head and you squirted everywhere! Your legs were shaking, you were screaming, and your pussy was dripping!!

I gave you a couple minutes to gather yourself… your face flushed and your body slowly starting to calm down. You looked amazing just laying on the counter trying to recover.

I took my fingers, still wet with your sweet juices, and brought them to my lips to suck them clean. You watched intently as I licked up every last drop; your hands tracing down your stomach and between your thighs as I could tell that you weren’t finished with me yet.

I leaned over and kissed you deeply; our tongues twirl around each others as you eagerly tasted your sweet pussy on my tongue. Your tongue felt amazing in my mouth as our lust for each other started to take back over.

I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor; my cock springing to life. I pulled away from your mouth just to look into your eyes as i intently said,

“I need to feel your pussy wrapped around me baby, I need to fuck you!”

And just like that, you hopped off the counter and bent over it; your thick round ass aimed right at me. Your legs were parted just enough so that i could see your wet little mound from between your thighs.

“Well what are you waiting for,” you said in such a naughty way. “Fuck me like you mean it baby!”

Part 2 to come later 😉

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The bar was busier than Julianna expected. But then, the hotel was busier than usual this weekend — there was some sort of artist convention and a wedding reception both being held in the hotel itself, not to mention the Bears had a big home game against the Dolphins the next day.

From the entrance coming from the hotel lobby, she scanned the crowded bar.

There were several large groups of obvious Bears’ fans, decked out in jerseys and the like, boisterously talking trash about the Dolphins.

Most of the other tables were taken by duos or trios of men and women dressed in business casual — pants suits or pencil dresses; polos and khakis. Most looked like they were knocking back one or two drinks before heading out for some more fun in the big city.

She didn’t spend too much time studying the groups — it was the singles she was interested in.

There were two single women — one was sitting at the bar, the other at a table near a window.

The woman by the window was obviously waiting for someone. She kept looking out the window while nursing a drink in a tall glass. She hadn’t taken off her jacket and she checked her phone every so often.

The woman at the bar was also obviously waiting for someone, although it seemed equally obvious to Julianna, that she didn’t have anyone in particular she was waiting for. She had a dark skirt and a tight top with a plunging neckline that, coupled with the way she sat, showed off her deep cleavage.

First come, first served, Julianna thought with a smile.

There were a handful of single men, although they all seemed entranced by the sports channel or their smart phones — at least for the moment.

Except for him.

It didn’t take Julianna long to realize there was something different about him. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of dark amber drink in front of him. His finely-tailored charcoal suit and crisp white shirt fit him perfectly. His features were chiselled, his hair cut short.

Yes, he looked fine, but it wasn’t just that he was handsome that made him stand out. There was something about the way he carried himself — the look in his eye. Unlike the other men in the bar he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. He wasn’t just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to happen. It was already happening — whatever it was.

Julianna smoothed down her short a-line skirt and pulled her thin sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. With confident strides she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye contact with the other woman at the bar and let a small smile cross her lips.

Little Miss Cleavage was sitting about 5 or 6 seats away from the gentleman at the bar and Julianna took a seat in between them. As she mounted the bar stool Julianna had the satisfaction of catching the glare of annoyance from the other woman.

Without even a glance at the handsome man sitting only a few feet away from her, Julianna flipped her hair and caught the attention of the bar tender. She was about to order when she felt a presence behind her.

“She’ll have a Sweet Heat,” he said. His voice was quiet and smooth with the hint of a foreign accent that Julianna could not place.

The bartender, a young man, cocked his eyebrows at Julianna to gauge her reaction to the man’s attentions. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders.

“I’ll take a Sweet Heat,” she said to the bartender. “Thank you,” she directed to the stranger who was already moving his drink and taking the seat next to her as the bartender brought her a cocktail glass filled with a yellowish drink and garnished with what looked like slices of ginger and a hot pepper..

“You will love it,” the stranger said. “It is sweet, of course, with notes of ginger, but underneath is a definite fire. Very spicy. It will suit a lady like you well, I should imagine.”

Julianna took a sip. She appreciated the strong ginger flavor — one of her favorites. The underlying kick from the hot peppers was subtle and not as unpleasant as she feared.

“It is very good,” she said after taking another sip. “Again, thank you.”

In response, he raised his glass to her slightly before taking a swallow, never once taking his eyes off her. His stare was laser focused.

“I’m Julianna, by the way.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Julianna. I’m Bixby, Clive Bixby.”

“Are you here on business, Mr. Bixby?”

“You could say that,” Bixby looked past Julianna, his focused eyes quickly sweeping the room. “There’s a gentleman I was hoping to meet here tonight.”

Julianna moved to get up, “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr Bixby. I didn’t mean to intrude on your evening. I’ll leave before I interfere with your plans.”

He placed a powerful hand gently on hers. “Don’t be silly, Julliana. Sit. The gentleman I’m looking for is here already, has been for nearly an hour. He knows I’m here. I know he’s here. Our paths will cross soon enough.”

Julianna looked intently into Bixby’s serious eyes. gebze escort “What line of business are you in, exactly, Mr. Bixby?”

“I work for the government, Julianna,” Bixby said as he twirled the drink in his glass slowly before taking a swallow. “I’m a problem solver.”

“What sort of problems?” Julianna leaned in closer to him, letting her hand brush against his arm.

“Problems the government doesn’t want you to know they have.” He nodded slightly towards someone behind Julianna. “Problems like our friend over there.”

Julianna slowly turned about to get a view of the tables behind her. A few tables away, sitting alone, was a swarthy man wearing a light orange button up shirt. The collar was open showing a tuft of thick chest hair.

“You mean that man in the coral shirt?” She asked as she turned her attention back to Bixby.

“Yes, he’s the one.” Bixby took another casual swallow of his drink.

“He’s the man you have business with? Who is he? What’s his name?”

“His real name is classified information, I’m afraid,” Bixby said. “But in my circles he’s known as Agent Orange.”

Julianna tried to hide a smile by taking a sip of her drink.

“Don’t laugh, Julianna,” Bixby leaned closer and lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “He’s very dangerous. Not to be trifled with.”

They were very close to each other, with him leaning into her. Julianna liked the way he smelled. His cologne was light and smoky. He casually reached up and gently brushed the hair away from her eyes. She noticed, with satisfaction, that his gaze drifted from her face down to her breasts.

“And he’s up to something,” he said, his eyes going back to Agent Orange.

“What? What is he up to?”

“I don’t know exactly. That’s what I have to learn. And then I have to stop him.”

“Is he dangerous?” Julianna’s voice was barely a whisper.

Bixby smiled. “I wouldn’t be involved if he wasn’t.”

Suddenly Bixby’s eyes flashed. “He’s on the move. I’ve got to go.”

The sudden change caught Julianna off guard. She looked around, a bit confused. Agent Orange was getting up from his table. Their eyes met across the lounge and for a brief moment they stared at each other. Agent Orange cocked his head slightly — quizzically — and narrowed his eyes a bit, perhaps a bit confused why this woman was looking at him. He looked from Julianna to Bixby and back again before breaking off the gaze, collecting his things, and heading towards the exit.

Meanwhile, with fluid, confident motions, Bixby placed a large bill on the bar next to his drink, caught the bartender’s eyes, and stepped away from the bar, his eyes following Agent Orange’s retreat.

Julianna caught hold of Bixby’s arm.

“I’m coming with you,” she said as he turned to look at her.

“No you are not,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is far too dangerous. I can’t risk getting you involved.”

“Like hell,” she shot back with a cocktail of bravado and fear. “I’m already involved. He just looked at me. You should have seen the way he looked at me. His eyes. You said he knows who you are, well now I’m connected with you in his eyes. I’m not going to wait around here for him to come back for me — to eliminate the threat.”

Bixby looked back at the door to see Agent Orange disappear through it as he headed out towards the hotel lobby. Bixby looked down at Julianna’s hand on his arm, her thin fingers clutching the fabric. Then he looked into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“Let’s go,” he said at last as he took her hand and pulled her towards the door at a brisk pace.

A large group of rowdy Bears’ fans were coming out of the elevator and congregating in the hotel’s lobby as Bixby and Julianna emerged from the bar. Bixby scanned the large lobby quickly. There didn’t seem to be any sign of Agent Orange.

“Do you see him?” Julianna asked as she looked towards the large revolving doors at the front of the lobby. “Do you think he went outside?”

“This way,” Bixby said without looking at her or acknowledging her questions.

He walked with long, confident strides across the lobby. Julianna struggled at first to keep up, but soon the heels of her black, strappy shoes were tapping smoothly on the tile floor keeping close pace with Bixby.

They weaved among the groups of fans and past them, leaving the lobby behind and heading down a quiet side hall. Julianna gripped Bixby’s hand a little tighter — their fingers were intertwined and Bixby lazily stroked his thumb along hers as they walked.

Their pace slowed a bit in the empty hallway. They walked past darkened meeting rooms, a business center and some restrooms. As they went further down the hallway the boisterous sounds from the lobby became a muffled murmur.

Bixby suddenly stopped and put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. He looked one way down the hall and then the other. Julianna tensed, squeezing Bixby’s hand tighter and moving closer until she pressed gümüşhane escort lightly against his side.

They stood motionless and silent for a few moments. Julianna thought she heard a whisper of water running in a sink, but she couldn’t be sure. Then she heard a door opening somewhere further down the hall.

Bixby’s muscles tightened as he sprang into action.

“This way,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

He led Julianna into a small, dark room — some kind of a storage closet. He pulled the door shut leaving a small crack so they could see out into the hallway. There wasn’t much room for the two of them. Bixby’s back was pressed up against a cart and Julianna’s back was pressed up against Bixby.

They both leaned forward in order to look through the crack in the door to see what was going on out in the hall. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed forward, squeezing her lightly against the door. His breath was warm against her neck and hair.

She heard him breathe in deeply and she smiled — he was breathing in the scent of her hair, she was sure of it. Very slightly she pushed her body back against his and was rewarded for her efforts when he, very slightly, pulled his arm more tightly around her waist.

His cologne, which was intriguing in the bar, was intoxicating in this dark enclosed space. His muscled arm was sure and strong against her waist and she placed one of her own hand on his. She let her other hand fall to her side and then slowly and lightly stroked his leg through his suit pants with her finger tips.

“Look,” he whispered into her ear, as his own fingers began to lightly play across her waist and belly.

Through the crack in the door she saw Agent Orange emerge from a restroom across the hall. He looked about nonchalantly while he tucked in his coral shirt and then took out his smartphone. Casually, he leaned against the wall and began flipping through his phone.

Bixby’s hand moved slowly, but purposefully up Julianna’s body until he was cupping one of her breasts.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered as he nuzzled into her neck.

For a moment she held her breath, but was forced to exhale as he began to gently fondle her breast with his firm hand.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it didn’t take long for Bixby to feel her nipples harden beneath his palm. Through her sweater, he rolled her distended nipple between his thumb and finger. He kissed her neck as he gave her nipple a gentle twist.

Julianna pressed her body harder back against him, giving her ass a little wiggle as she felt his erection growing in his pants. She moved her hand up his leg, hoping to give him some encouragement, but their positioning was too awkward for her to get very far up — certainly not as high as she wanted.

Instead she brought her hand up to his — the one toying with her tit. She placed her hand on top of his and urged him, by example, to fondle her breast harder. He obliged and soon the two of them were worrying her tit roughtly in tandem.

This whole time, she kept her eyes glued on Agent Orange, who was still absorbed in his smart phone only a few yards away. She was trying to be quiet, but her breathing was coming out ragged and her heart was pounding.

A pressure was growing deep inside her — an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Her pussy was getting wet and her nipple was starting to ache. She wanted to turn to face Bixby, to kiss him, to feel his tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers.

Bixby had his own pressure building. He pulled Julianna tighter against him and pushed his hips forward, rubbing his manhood against her ass — reveling in the way her curves moved in sync with him. He kissed his way up her neck and nibbled and licked her ear lobe. He loved the way her hair smelled — soft and delicate, with an earthy hint.

Agent Orange coughed loudly and cleared his throat. The two in the closet stopped moving — stopped breathing — their bodies tense. They watched through the door as Agent Orange put away his phone, adjusted his shirt and headed down the hall towards the lobby.

Once he was out of sight, Julianna spun around in the tight confines of the closet, forcing Bixby back against the cart. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue flicking into his mouth. Her hands cupped his ass and pulled him closer into her grinding her hip against him.

“Oh god, Clive,” she moaned into his mouth, but then whimpered curtly as she felt him pull away.

“Julianna, I have to go after Agent Orange,” he said huskily, obviously struggling to catch his breath. “It’s clear he’s just been transmitted his final instructions and now he’s on the move. If I don’t intercept him who knows what mayhem he’ll cause.”

Julianna nuzzled into Bixby’s neck kissing along his strong jawline.

“Julianna, he’s getting away. I can’t let that happen.”

She abruptly pulled away from him and studied his eyes. He stared unflinchingly back at her izmir escort for a moment. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the store room and back into the now empty hallway. The two of them walked quickly back towards the lobby, smoothing and adjusting their clothes.

The lobby was quiet now. A young desk clerk worked at her computer. The sound of traffic floated in from outside.

Agent Orange was getting onto an elevator. Bixby and Julianna watched as the door slid shut and the elevator started to go up. It was one of those glass-enclosed elevators that seem to hang off the wall. They could see Agent Orange look down at them as he rose up away from the ground floor.

Bixby took Julianna’s hand.

“This way,” he said leading her to the stairs.

He took the stairs two at a time and Julianna had trouble keeping up. After the first two switchbacks he stopped at the landing and began speaking into the cufflinks on his left wrist.

“This is Agent Double-Oh Sixty Nine reporting in,” he said as Julianna made her way up to the landing. “I am closing in on the ferret’s lair. Repeat, I am closing in on the ferret’s lair.”

When Julianna reached him he didn’t wait for her to catch her breath but grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs with him. She squealed softly in protest as he quickened his pace, but somehow she managed to keep up.

At the next landing they exited the stairwell and found themselves on the second floor of the hotel. The elevator door was closing — it was empty — and a familiar coral shirt was disappearing into a large room.

The pair hurried after Agent Orange.

The room they entered was one of those large meeting rooms hotels have that usually host awards banquets or Amway presentations. This one was currently being used for some sort of art show, probably related to the artist convention being held in the hotel, Julianna figured. The harsh fluorescent lights were off and instead the windowless room was lit only by the tightly focused spotlights illuminating the various sculptures and paintings scattered throughout the room. The effect was dim pools of yellow light in what was otherwise a dark room.

There were a couple of people slowly wandering around the large room, taking in the art pieces. Occasionally someone would cough or make a quiet comment about a particular painting.

Bixby spotted Agent Orange standing alone on the left side of the room, looking at a portrait of an old woman hanging clothes to dry. Bixby gave Julianna’s hand a squeeze and motioned slightly with his head in Agent Orange’s direction. She looked and nodded her head. Then the two of them started slowly walking among the art pieces on the right side of the room, keeping one eye on Agent Orange the whole time.

Agent Orange seemed listless. He didn’t stay long at any one piece of art — some he walked right past with hardly a glance. Bixby and Julianna kept pace with Agent Orange on the other side of the room as the three of them all made their way towards the back of the exhibit.

In the back corner of the room Agent Orange stopped at a sculpture of a nude nymph bathing. She was holding what looked like a stone jar that she was filling from a stream or pool.

Bixby and Julianna watched out of the corner of their eyes as Agent Orange examined the statue closely. He slowly walked around it, apparently taking in the beauty of the marble piece. Bixby and Julianna were stopped near a large, but mediocre, painting of a fruit bowl.

After a minute or so, Agent Orange abruptly left the statue and headed back towards the exit. As he briskly walked out he took his smart phone out of his pocket.

Bixby and Julianna quickly walked across the room towards the nymph statue.

“This must be it,” Bixby said as they approached the marble nude. “There’s something about this statue that’s the key to Agent Orange’s plan.”

The couple studied the statue for a moment, Julianna admired the artist’s fine attention to detail. It looked like the nymph was crouching on a grassy stream bank covered in fallen leaves. A few leaves hung suspended in the nymph’s long hair that cascaded around her bare shoulders and down to her pert breasts.

But the wings were most impressive. They were small, like butterfly wings attached to the nymph’s back. Somehow the artist had managed to make the stone wings appear ethereal, almost see through.

While Julianna examined the front of the statue, Bixby walked around behind its pedestal. He examined the statue’s base looking for any clues. He studied the walls near the statue. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

“Julianna, I found it,” Bixby hissed from the shadows behind the statue. “Come stand closer to the pedestal.”

Julianna obeyed — stepping nearer to the statue.

“What did you find?” she whispered.

Julianna jumped slightly as she felt hands on her legs. She looked down to see Bixby, crouched in the shadows at the base of the pedestal, his hands slowly creeping up her legs.

“What are you doing?” Julianna whispered.

“Just look at the statue,” came the soft response from the shadows. “Don’t draw attention. I just need a few moments.”

And then under his breath he added, “And your panties.”

“What?” Julianna said incredulously.

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Adjusting To Normal – Chapter One

Screams pierced the darkness. Crawling across the room, the woman loudly cried for help while silently praying for a miracle. But she knew there would be no angel, guardian or avenging, to rescue her tonight. She managed to reach the balcony doors before her assailant caught her. When he stepped into the moonlight, her eyes widened at the sight of his leather gloves. Through her tears, she glanced up to his face and confirmed her worst nightmare.

“Why?” she sobbed through her pain.

“Why do you think?” his low voice responded as he turned to glance at the bedroom door.

“No!” she screamed earning another kick in the ribs. Collapsing on the cold floor, she struggled to breathe while repeating, “No. No. No. No.”

Sitting next to her battered body, he lifted her head and shoulders to his chest. In a tenderness mocked by his cruelty, he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. He stroked his fingers across her face, neck and shoulders, and then circled the slim column of her throat with a tight grip.

“You left me no choice,” he whispered against her hair. “It has to be done.”

“No,” she rasped futilely clawing at leather encased hand. “He’s not your son!”

Immediately, the death grip was released from her neck. She watched in vain hope as he registered the meaning of her words and returned his gaze to the bedroom door. When he turned back to her, his eyes revealed the rage that had been hidden in his heart.

Her scream was immediately replaced with the sound of her last breath.

***

Scanning the end of the report, the old man sighed and asked, “Are you sure she’s the right choice for the job?”

“She’s perfect,” his companion said never turning away from the window. “They recruit from every college in the world. She’s the only candidate who meets every qualification.”

“Except for being a woman, she does seem to be a perfect choice,” the man replied closing the folder.

“You’ve never had a problem hiring women before now. Getting soft in your old age?”

“Bend over the desk and I’ll show you just how soft I am. You know what I meant,” he snapped. “You’re hardly a lady.”

“Perfect for a gentleman like you. The fact that she’s a woman will be a bonus as a distraction, no, a temptation that we hadn’t considered.”

“No family?” he asked opening the file once again.

“Plenty of family scattered throughout every trailer park in the country,” his companion answered finally turning to face him. “She’s worked hard to escape that way of life so she left them in the dust. Last semester she graduated with double majors and top honors but never bought announcements or claimed her tickets to the ceremony.”

“And now? She’s willing to drop out of grad school for a temporary assignment?”

“No,” the woman answered as she moved to one of the guest chairs. “We’ve arranged for this to be a very short assignment that will count towards credit in one of her courses.”

“When does she start?”

“She will arrive within the hour and leave next Tuesday. With the holiday, she will only miss three days of class.”

“Why would she agree to this?”

“A nice sign-on bonus. That, in addition to a consideration of permanent placement with the firm, created an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

“If she survives,” the old man mumbled.

“If she survives,” the woman repeated with a laugh. “The answer relies on her wisdom in making the right choices. Are you sure you’re not getting soft in your old age?”

***

Reaching for her bag, Eliza Wallen removed the file for the fourth time since starting her journey. Since she was the only passenger, conversation with the driver had been limited to a weather update and an estimated time of arrival. She chose to use her quiet time preparing for the assignment. And she needed to prepare.

Every time she would begin scanning the dossier, her mind wandered back to the events that had led to this opportunity. Her grades and desire had impressed her employer but Eliza knew that other graduates could offer the same and more. Her self-imposed exile from family had appeared to be the deal maker. When the nagging worry threatened to resurface, she took a deep breath and reminded herself exactly with whom she was now employed. Even if it was only temporary employment, the experience would shine on her resume.

Keystone Global Assurance had not been her first choice. No, any of the top one hundred insurance companies would have been her first choice. And she had been willing to work for the first who offered a job. KGA was considered the most elite insurance and securities investigation company in existence. Their clients’ financial information always included the same note: “Dollars reported in billions.” Their employees had similar resumes including Ivy League education, blue-blood surnames and old money. Lots and lots of old money.

Applying for the temporary assignment with KGA had included an ulterior motive. A reality check. No matter how hard van escort she worked, no matter who professed to be her friend, and no matter who confessed their undying love, one truth remained constant. She could only advance so far in life. If her mother had shared any wisdom, it was that fact.

“They love you. They fuck you. They forget you,” the woman had repeated like a mantra.

And that woman’s three-step life cycle had proven true more times than should be remembered. Keeping up with stepfathers had been difficult but remembering the names of every boyfriend, uncle and “friend who needed a place to crash until he got back on his feet” was absolutely impossible. Her mother had entertained the best of the worst. Doctors, addicts, cops and parolees had made her mother moan while rocking that tiny trailer.

Shaking her head, Eliza tucked those memories away. She would soon arrive on her first assignment and would prove to her employer that she was the right candidate. With a flick of her fingers, she removed a speck of lint from her new skirt. The sign-on bonus had been a welcome surprise providing some modest additions to her closet and a hefty deposit into her savings account.

Her college wardrobe, which had consisted of grunge items found at the local Goodwill store, would have never been acceptable in her new environment. Even her interview suit had been a sale item straight from the clearance rack of a discount store. Resisting the temptation to splurge her entire bonus, Eliza had wisely purchased a few coordinating separates that could easily present a variety of ensembles over the next week. Her remaining funds would be needed for a lease deposit when she returned to headquarters.

And she would return. She would be the golden child who represented good brains from bad blood or whatever the hell the snobs thought of her. In six days, she would present her report with infallible proof of her findings and accept the brief kudos while preparing for her next great caper. Looking at the file in her lap, she continued poring through the various attachments.

The information read like any report. Client: Arliss-Randall Technologies. Industry: Computer/Electronic design. Clients: Healthcare, Automotive, Military. Annual Revenue: 4.82 (Dollars reported in billions.) Scanning the document, Eliza assessed the remaining information quickly. Established by brothers Arliss and Randall Myers approximately twenty seven years ago, publically traded company, petitioning for name change and currently managed by Randall’s three sons.

Turning the page, she searched for the reason for her assignment. Bingo. “On July 27th prototype was reported missing.” Prototype of what? Reported by whom? Were the police involved? Why the delay in KGA’s investigation? Questions continued to form but no more answers appeared to be provided. Snapping the file shut, Eliza leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

Her orders had been simple. Publically, assess the potential threat of future issues. Secretly, find out what happened to the prototype and the person or persons responsible. No one at the facility could know her true assignment. The payout of a sizeable claim depended on her success and discretion.

Glancing to the window, Eliza noticed the change in scenery. She had been greeted at the airport by the quiet driver and advised to make herself comfortable during the seven hour drive. Abandoning the interstate hours ago, they had driven through flat rural land for a couple of hours and now appeared to be moving up a noticeable incline with curves bending in the road.

Fighting another surge of panic, Eliza reminded herself that there was a very practical reason for her client’s reclusive location. Incorporated in Delaware, the base of operations had been listed as an “undisclosed location” which the KGA recruiter had explained as a necessary precaution to eliminate potential threats. Apparently, that precaution had proven to have been fallible.

Leaning forward she asked, “I know that there’s only so much you can tell me but we’re not going to 1313 Mockingbird Lane or the former Bates Motel are we?”

Breaking from his stoic character, the driver chuckled and answered, “No. Trust me, Ms. Wallen, you will love it. Everyone does.” Reaching forward, he turned up the volume of the stereo preventing any further conversation.

“Everyone loves it,” Eliza considered in silent contemplation. Everyone loves it because, after agreeing to work with Arliss-Randall, everyone had no other choice. Recruited during their senior year of college, all employees were required to sign a confidentiality agreement restricting access to the world outside of the company’s campus. According to the dossier, the area was nearly communal providing its residents with a variety of choices in retail, healthcare, education, etc. Headhunters were instructed to balance the ratio of men to women so employees could find romance if they so desired.

Work here. Live here. Die here.

When the music in the car yalova escort suddenly ceased, Eliza leaned forward to see the ornate drive ahead. The landscaping in this remote area contained an inviting blend of tropical flowers in an array of colors and various species of cacti. Straining to see the area ahead, she leaned forward clutching the headrest.

“Almost there, Ms. Wallen.”

“You can call me Eliza,” she murmured out of habit.

“No. Actually, I cannot. Strict code of ethics between Arliss-Randall employees and outsiders.”

Outsiders? Although she had been briefed on the necessity of remaining professional at all times, the thought of being considered an outsider for the next six days seemed a bit harsh.

“The employees are also residents of the campus,” the KGA recruiter had explained. “And while there is a strict code of ethics in their work, their personal lives may appear, uh, liberal.”

“Like a cult?” Eliza had asked.

“Like a commune. This is why I must stress your adherence to company policy. Personal relationships with clients are forbidden.”

Eliza chuckled at the memories of the recruiter asking if she would be morally offended by the various lifestyles she may discover within the client’s gated property. Refusing to explain the various lifestyles her mother had experienced, she had simply reminded the woman that four years in college had just about prepared her for anything.

Anything but the good life. Eliza almost squealed as the car passed through the ornate wrought iron gates and proceeded through the property. Resisting the urge to clap her hands, she mentally noted the various shops and attractions that she wanted to see during her limited visit. Subconsciously fearing a group similar to the Stepford wives, she had smiled as they passed people on the street. Normal people representing nearly every demographic category. Their commonality was the friendly wave they offered.

When the car turned a corner, Eliza gasped. No Bates Motel here. Judging from the tall blond beauty standing at the door, it was more likely the Playboy Mansion. Eliza swiped at any invisible particles hiding on her skirt, pushed the bridge of her glasses closer to her face, and prepared to meet her first contact.

Refraining from opening her door, she patiently waited for the driver to exit the car and walk to her. She carefully swung her legs around and stood to her feet. After the long drive, she was thrilled to find her land legs strong and ready. She was not prepared for the warm, humid air that immediately dampened her pristine appearance.

Offering her hand in greeting, she had to bite her lip as the woman silently appraised her attire. The black, pencil skirt and white blouse were professional yet feminine. But the severity of the tight bun in her hair and the heavy, dark rimmed eye glasses created a foreboding air. She thought it was best to repel any attraction from the beginning.

“Ms. Wallen,” the woman finally said while accepting Eliza’s outstretched hand. “Welcome to Arliss-Randall Technologies. I am Deborah Piedmont, Vice President of Human Resources. I will be your client liaison during your visit.”

“It is pleasure to meet you,” Eliza responded in a monotone voice. “It seems a bit excessive to have a VP as my tour guide.”

“Due to the nature of your visit, following the recent debacle, management wanted to ensure KGA that we are willing to comply in every way.”

“Oh,” Eliza responded, “Because it appears to be a significant shortening of my leash.”

Eliza watched as the woman’s smile tightened and eyes flashed in anger. Bingo. She was here to do a job. Not to make a friend.

Silently, the woman nodded her head and turned toward the door. Resisting the urge to remain motionless, Eliza noted the cold shoulder and followed obediently. Her luggage was being removed from the car’s trunk and loaded on a dolly. Certainly, they would manage to deliver her belongings to the correct room.

“As I’m sure you know, Arliss-Randall is managed by Jonathan, Thomas and Michael Westwright,” Deborah explained barely looking over her shoulder. “They are the sons of one of the founders, Randall Westwright. They each serve as co-chair over the board of directors. I will escort you to Jonathan’s office where they are waiting on your arrival.”

Eliza followed in silence observing the expensive furnishings surrounding her. The entrance was magnificent. A large fountain, created from stone and glass, dominated the foyer while plants and various pieces of art subtly accessorized the room. She wondered how much money was invested in a room that very few visitors would ever see.

The VP of HR quickened her pace forcing Eliza to hurry pass the water structure. Whether the woman’s motive was purposeful, personal or both, Eliza could only guess. But she did know that she had no ally in the woman.

In her review of the client file, Eliza had drawn a couple of conclusions: 1) the perpetrator had high level security clearance çorlu escort to access the prototype and 2) that level of clearance was offered to very few employees of Arliss-Randall Technologies.

With only six days on her calendar, she needed to focus on the possible and probable suspects. No need to schedule interviews with any more of the company’s four hundred twenty five employees. She had her list of seven names. Seven names that belonged to very powerful people. And she was about to meet three of them.

When Deborah led her through a set of glass doors, she briskly announced to a woman sitting at a desk, “She’s here.”

“Take her in,” the woman responded without looking up from her monitor. “Jonathan and Thomas are waiting.”

Refusing to be ignored, Eliza demanded, “Excuse me? Where is Michael?”

The startled woman looked up from her work and turned toward the newcomer. Opening her mouth to speak, she paused when she got a look at Eliza. Watching the woman glance up and down her body made Eliza a little uncomfortable. Why did she care about this woman’s opinion?

“I am supposed to call him when you arrive,” the assistant explained quietly.

“Well? I have arrived,” she continued in her terse voice. Only when she witnessed the woman reaching for her phone did she then turn to follow Deborah. Seeing the men in the next room made her stop in her tracks.

The employees she had met so far appeared to be high level security guards protecting their most treasured detail. And these men were that detail. Laughing at what must have been an ill played shot, the men were standing by a putting green designed for office use. Probably custom designed for this office.

“Excuse me,” Deborah announced. “The auditor from Keystone Global has arrived.”

“Yeah, they called from the gate,” one of the men answered without looking toward them. “Let us know when she gets here.” When he took his shot on the green, he turned and exclaimed, “Oh shit! She’s here, Tommy. Damn girl, did you run?”

“Actually, I was escorted very quickly through the entrance,” Eliza explained stepping forward. “My name is Eliza Wallen and I am with Keystone Global …” She stopped when the man put up a hand.

“We know why you’re here,” he said offering his hand to shake. “I’m Jonathan. I oversee the sales and marketing division of Arliss-Randall. And that’s my brother, Thomas, who takes care of the checkbook.”

Accepting his hand, Eliza looked from one man to another. Mentally noting to request photographs before her next assignment, she quickly tried to learn each man’s features without appearing to stare. And she would have been content to stare.

Jonathan, blond and blue eyed, was about six foot five with broad shoulders on his otherwise lean build. She had met his kind before. He was definitely the all-star quarterback. Something about his grin confirmed his confidence on and off the field.

In comparison, Thomas was slightly shorter and considerably leaner. His auburn hair complimented the dark green eyes which sparkled like emeralds. He too was friendly in a little less cocky way. Oh yeah, he was the running back.

“Actually, I oversee the finance division,” Thomas clarified as he shook her hand. “My brother measures value by the dollars in his pocket.”

Eliza smiled while struggling for a reply. “Where’s Michael?” she inwardly cringed as soon as the direct words escaped her lips.

“I’m sure he’s around,” Jonathan answered, withdrawing slighting. “He knows you need to meet with us. Do you play, Eliza?”

“Play?” she asked, dreading an immediate confrontation with these men.

“Golf,” he answered with a smile. “Or anything else exciting.”

“No, I never,” she stopped before admitting that she never had the money, “I never really had the time.”

“Of course not,” Thomas added, taking his turn at the green. “Completely a double degree program in four years would allow very little time for fun and games.” Taking his shot, he turned and added, “But you’re a big girl now.”

“Who still has limited time. Can someone direct me to Michael’s office and I will find him myself.”

“Actually, I have a map of the campus for you,” Deborah said from the doorway. “With a list of office locations and employees in those offices. And here is your security card. The magnetic swipe will give you access to all areas. Michael should be in the lab which is right here,” she added, pointing to an area at the far end of the building. “Since I’m no longer needed, I will leave you now.”

Eliza stood in silence watching the woman leave her alone with the two men. Looking back to the brothers, she almost stomped her foot when she noticed that they were more concerned with their game than they were with her assignment. Without another word, she left the office and walked to the area Deborah had indicated on the map.

Swiping the card at the appropriate door, she stepped through in search of the absent brother. Only one person was in the room. Dark hair, pale skin, very thin. He squinted through his silver framed glasses as he focused on the monitor in front of him. Oh well, not every family could totally escape the geek gene. If one brother was the quarterback and another was the running back, this guy was definitely the water boy.

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We agreed to meet around six at the local bar for a few drinks. The four of us had become really close friends in the past four years. Even though our careers had taken us to different companies, we had always managed to stay in touch with emails every so often. We even met for lunch occasionally. But tonight we all just needed to get out and unwind with a few drinks.

You and I sat next to each other by coincidence, which made me happy. Little did you know I had a slight thing for you, but we were both married and I’m pretty sure there were no reciprocated feelings on your end. The four of us laughed all night and talked about things we had never talked about before, namely sex. We made a lot of confessions.

After a few hours of laughing and carrying on, it was time to head home. Personally I would have rathered stay out all night. Nothing much was happening for me at home and the hubby was out of town. I was hot and bothered by the conversation of the night and could have gone a few more hours. You were completely toasted and I was worried about you getting home. I had parked up on the fourth floor of the parking garage and was a little nervous about going up by myself. Everyone else was parked on the first floor and you had ridden in with someone else. You offered to walk me to my car, if I would give you a lift to your’s. I jumped at the opportunity.

After walking or stumbling to the elevator, we got in and pressed the button to go up.

“I had a really good time tonight with everyone but I have to tell you, it’s nice to be able to spend some time alone with you tonight even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“I know what you mean,” you said. “Sometimes when you are in a group of friends you can’t say some things that you would tell each other when you are alone.”

I totally agreed but didn’t really think you meant you wanted to tell me anything. I mean we were just friends with no romantic feelings about each other. At least not you for me.

Then you leaned over to me and kissed me. It was so unexpected I don’t think I even kissed back. I just stood there dumbfounded. Am I dreaming or did he just kiss me? Then the buzzer went off and we were on the fourth floor.

We stammered trabzon escort to my car, holding onto each other for support. We weren’t knock down drag out drunk but….we were a bit tipsy. Probably needed some extra time to chill out before heading out on the road. So we got in my car and sat for a while. I started it up to get the heat going and turned on the radio. Classic 80’s slow songs were playing. I was about to turn it off when you put your hand on top of mine.

“Leave that on, it brings back a lot of memories,” you said.

We sat there for a while in silence listening to the music. I was shivering because it was so cold out and of course I didn’t bring a coat. Silly me.

“Do you want my jacket?” you asked.

“Nah I will be ok, the car will be warmed up in a minute.” Little did I know how warm it would get in the car.

You took it off anyway and placed it around my shoulders. While you were leaning over you kissed me again. This time more passionately. Again I was totally surprised but reacted a lot quicker. I returned the kiss and put my hand around your neck to pull you closer to me. Before I knew it we were flicking our tongues in each other’s mouths. I was getting wet at just the thought of this earlier. Now it was happening and I was horner then ever before. You then started kissing my earlobes and my neck, nipping here and there. All I could do was close my eyes and take in all the pleasures my body was feeling all over. Before I knew it, you had your hand in my shirt, pinching my nipples ever so slightly. Your fingers were cold but the sensation sent shivers up and down my spine. As cold as I was the extra coldness made my nipples rock hard. I felt you unbuttoning my shirt and reaching around to unclasp my bra. I put my hand down in your lap and could feel your hardness through your jeans.

I decided to unzip your pants to feel your hardness a little closer. When I got your pants unzipped your cock was rock hard and stood at attention. I wrapped my hand around and started massaging as best I could at the angle I was at. I could hear you moan so I knew I was doing something right. I could feel the pre-cum wet on my hand and started rubbing a little harder tunceli escort and with some rhythm. I could feel your body react and could hear your breathing became faster with every pump of my hand. Your hands had found their way down my pants and were working on my clit. Then I felt your fingers in me. One, then two. Then you were pumping me at the same rhythm I was you. We were both breathing heavily and the windows were fogging up on the car. Before I knew it we were both climaxing together, moaning each others names in unison. After a while we realized we had been in the car for about an hour. We both still felt a little tipsy.

“Why don’t I drive us back to your car so you can pick it up? Then you can come over to my place for a little while and have some coffee. I don’t want you driving all the way home.” I was worried about you but didn’t want to seem like I was hovering.

“I would like that and then maybe when we get there I can fuck your mouth with my cock.”

I couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“Whatever you want baby,” and I took you back to your car.

On the way home, as cold as it was, I had to drive with my windows opened. I was so hot after what had just happened. All the way home I was replaying every thing back through my head. Every kiss, every touch…it was a wonderful feeling.

When we got to my place I put a pot of coffee on immediately. It felt like the heat hadn’t been on all day. It was ice cold in the house. Luckily I had some wood for the fire place in the house so I started a fire to warm things up. When the coffee was done I went into the kitchen to get two cups. When I came back to the living room you had laid a blanket and some pillows in front of the fire place and made yourself comfortable. As I walked into the room you patted the floor next to you for me to come over and sit with you. I did. We talked a bit more about how neither of us could believe what we were doing. Before we knew it, we were making out again. This time in the comfort of a roaring fire. Again the shirts and pants came off but a lot quicker and complete then back in the parking garage. We were completely naked in each others arms. I started kissing your neck, uşak escort down to your nipples, playing with them, tweaking them to feel you jump under the pressure of my body. Then down to your stomach gently gliding my tongue across your side, which must be ticklish because you jumped a mile when I hit that spot. Finally I got down to your rock hard member, just waiting to welcome my warm mouth. I took your cock into my mouth, slowly at first.

I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. I started licking the tip with my tongue, darting my tongue in and out of the opening, tasting your pre-cum on my lips. While I was doing this, you had maneuvered yourself between my legs so we ended up in a 69 position. It was hard for me to keep pleasuring you because of the sensation of you licking and nibbling on my clit, but I tried my best to stay composed. I wanted you to cum hard for me. I took your cock deep in my throat until I could feel the tip of it on the back of my throat. I thought I would gag but I didn’t. It was a lot easier then I thought it would be. I could feel you getting more and more excited with every bob of my head.

While I was sucking I was gently caressing your balls in my hand, making sure to pay them some attention too. I could feel them getting more and more tight the more I pleasured your member. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I took you to orgasm. As I was doing this you were pleasuring me in ways I have never felt before. I could feel your tongue going in and out of my pussy while your fingers were playing with my clit. I could hardly contain my own orgasm. Before we both could get off completely we turned back face to face and started kissing again. We could taste the other on our own lips. You laid me back on the floor, and pushed my legs apart. We were kissing up and down each other, then you thrust your cock in me. Deep at first then coming almost all the way out only to put the tip of your penis back in me, teasing me.

“I want you so bad!” I said but you told me I had to wait.

You continued to just enter me slowly and shallowly until I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I would explode. Just then you went in deep and hard over and over again. I screamed your name as you took me to the best orgasm I have ever had. I heard you moaning my name too, which sent shivers down my spine. As we finished we just laid together naked in front of the fire and fell asleep in each others arms. Guess he will have to make up a story of where he was tonight.

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It was wonderful to be a princess in America. Bahie was young, rich and beautiful. Her father, Prince Galal, would always see that she was provided with whatever she wished for. Galal was a powerful man in Arabia. Those who failed to carry out his bidding did so at the risk of severe punishment.

Now, Bahie was in America, having been taken there by her father to receive an education at a fine California university. When she could escape the limits of her father’s oversight, she greatly enjoyed the freedoms of life in America, particularly freedom from the overpowering, stifling, suppression of life in Arabia. Her wealth and position allowed her to maintain the many privileges she enjoyed back home, but the constraints she had lived under were gone, and she was enjoying life to its fullest.

Her father was most often back home in Arabia, leaving Bahie in command of his walled-California mansion and its many servants. One day, when she returned home after classes at the university, she was greeted at the door by her personal servant, Amurra, who, as usual, was waiting to do her every bidding. “Greetings, princess, I hope you enjoyed your classes today,” she said with a welcoming smile.

“Yes, Amurra, I did, particularly that blonde boy I told you about yesterday, the one in my history class.”

“Ah, yes, my Bahie, I remember well,” Amurra replied with a giggle, “back home you could just take him, but I guess here you have to win him.”

“We’ll see, Amurra, we’ll see, after all, this is America, and father says I can buy whatever I want.” They laughed together like girlfriends as they walked down the long hallway toward the baths.

“I must tell you, princess, that there is a workman near the pool area today. He is fixing some broken tiles.” The swimming pool was located in an open, outdoor area in the center of the mansion. It was clearly visible from the room where Bahia took her bath.

“Let’s look at this workman, Amurra, open the curtain so I can see him.”

Amurra drew the curtains back from the floor-to-ceiling window. The workman was on his knees working on some tiles. He had removed his shirt and his strong back glistened from the rays of the burning sun. “Ooh, this is the same young workman my father has used many times. He is quite handsome, don’t you think, Amurra?”

“Oh yes, he is indeed,” Amurra said with a sexy grin, “I would guess he has quite strong tools.” They both giggled loudly as Amurra opened the sliding glass door a bit.

The workman looked up at the sound. He saw the two girls watching him. Knowing he had to keep his place, he hurriedly looked away and went back to work, though he shifted his position enough urfa escort so he could glance out of the corner of his eyes to

see the two beautiful girls watching him.

“Let’s give him something to enjoy while he works, Amurra,” Bahie said, “take off your blouse.” Without hesitation, Amurra removed her

blouse. She was naked from the waist up because Bahie had long ago ordered her never to cover her beautiful breasts with a bra. The workman was trying to pretend he was focused on his work, but they could tell he was glancing at the window as much as he could.

“I’ll bet he wants to lick your luscious breasts, Amurra,” Bahie laughed as she brushed her hand down Amurra’s back. “Let’s give him more to see.” She unbuttoned Amurra’s skirt and let it drop to the floor. She moved behind Amurra and cupped her hands over her breasts.

“You are very beautiful, Amurra, I think the workman is lusting after your body.” The workman was no longer pretending to work. He was gazing at the glass window.

Bahie, pressing her body against Amurra, slowly guided Amurra’s panties down her long, graceful legs. “I think he is enjoying the show,” Bahie said, “now I want you to undress me.”

“Oh, yes, princess, with great pleasure,” Amurra said, as she quickly removed Bahie’s shoes, blouse, skirt and panties. The workman was fascinated by what he was seeing. Two beautiful women naked, not more than 30 yards away. So beautiful, so tempting, but also so untouchable. He knew he would lose his lucrative job with the prince if he so much as touched one of them. They were clearly teasing and tempting him, but there was no way he was going to risk the highest paying job he had ever had.

“Let’s lounge by the edge of the pool, Amurra, the other servants are away today, maybe our workman would like a better view.” They slid the glass door open and stepped out to lounge chairs near the edge of the pool. “Oh, Amurra, I am so horny today, please rub some of that oil over my body…very slowly,” Bahie said as she lowered

the lounge chair to it’s horizontal position and stretched out face down.

Amurra took a bottle of scented oil and began to rub it over Bahie’s naked body, slowly, very slowly moving her hands over Bahie’s shoulders, down her back, over her tight ass. As she let her

fingers move down the crack of Bahie’s ass, Bahie moaned as she raised her body slightly from the lounge chair. “Mmmm, Amurra, you are so good at this, so very good,” Bahie murmured.

“It comes from a lot of practice, my princess,” Amurra said with a giggle. “I do enjoy pleasing you, you know.”

The workman could feel his cock swelling sivas escort as he continued gazing at the show going on in front of his eyes. “My god, these women really want to be fucked, no question about it,” he thought, as he

struggled to keep his swelling cock within the confines of his now very tight shorts.

Bahie turned over and placed her hand on Amurra’s hands, guiding them to her breasts. “Mmmm…this is so wonderful, Amurra, I hope our workman is enjoying the show.” Amurra continued moving her hands over Bahie’s body, slowly spreading oil over her breasts, abdomen and down the front of her legs.

“I want to see him naked now, Amurra, go tell him he can cool off in the pool, but he must strip naked.”

Amurra, smiling, walked slowly over to the workman. She looked down at him, her hands moving slowly over her body. “My princess wants you to swim in the pool, Mr. Workman, and she wants you…naked.”

The workman stood up, the bulge in his shorts clearly visible. He grinned at Amurra, admiring her naked body. “You are one hell of a messenger, baby, how can you stand there and expect me not to want to fuck you.”

“Oh, I don’t think the princess would like that. She just wants to see you naked, then she will decide what to do with you.”

“Well, I don’t mind getting naked, baby, but who the hell does this princess think she is?”

He walked over to where Bahie was lounging. “You want to see me naked, missy princess, well, I’m more than happy to oblige. He loosened the strings on his boots and kicked them off, then removed his socks. He unbuckled his belt, then let one hand move over the shorts to massage his rigid cock.

“You want this, don’t you, baby,” he said, as he slipped his shorts down his legs. He stood over Bahie, his 9-inch cock clearly visible as it pushed outside the confines of his g-string jockey shorts.

“Ohhh, you are so beautiful, Mr. Workman. Now I want you to take this underwear off and swim with me,” Bahie said. She got up from the lounge chair, brushing against the workman, letting her hand touch his swollen cock. “Come,” she said, as she dived into the pool. The workman tore his jockeys off and quickly followed, trying to reach out to grab Bahie before she could swim away.

He followed her as they swam across the pool. By the time they reached the other side, Bahie had already boosted herself up so she was sitting on the pool edge facing him, dangling her legs in the pool. He moved between her legs, looking up at Bahie as she thrust her pelvis out toward his face.

“Kiss me, Mr. Workman, kiss me and lick me,” she commanded. The workman was eager to please tekirdağ escort her, moving his mouth to her waiting pussy, kissing, licking, then thrusting his tongue deep inside her as he continued licking, licking, slurping her juices.

His hands grabbed onto her ass as he pushed his face into her, feeling the movement of her body as she began to reach orgasm, shaking, gyrating, moaning…pushing herself against the workman’s mouth, his tongue thrusting deep inside her, licking, swirling. Bahie let out a slight scream as her body erupted in orgasm.

Bahie laid back against the tiles of the floor surrounding the pool as the workman pulled himself up along side her. His cock was still

rigid, throbbing, yearning for satisfaction. “I want to fuck you, baby….let me fuck you,” he moaned, as he lay down beside her.

“Oh, Mr. Workman, we must be extremely careful..if my father ever found out it would be very bad for you,” Bahie said. She put her hand on the workman’s cock, sliding it up the shaft, as she smiled at him. “Perhaps Amurra could satisfy you,” she said, as Amurra moved to her knees beside him.

Amurra leaned over his cock, her tongue reaching out to touch it, licking the head of his cock, tasting the precum that was already there. “Do you like that, Mr. Workman?” Bahie said, as she watched the look of ecstacy in his eyes.

“Oh, god,” he murmured, as Amurra’s well-practiced lips surrounded his cock. Bahie moved over to place her mouth against his, her tongue reaching inside his mouth, kissing him deeply.

Amurra took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking and licking, as he began to explode in orgasm, his cum bursting into her mouth. Amurra eagerly swallowed his cum as she fingered her own pussy, joining him in orgasm as cum oozed down her cheek.

They lay there on the tile floor for a few moments, exhausted, but completely satisfied. Bahie murmured, “Oh my, Mr. Workman, you do such wonderful work. But now you must leave quickly before the other servants return. We wouldn’t want my father to hear of this.”

As the workman got up, both Bahie and Amurra admired his magnificent body. “I do hope we can do this again sometime,” Bahie said as he walked away.

“Oh you can be sure I will always be willing to do

whatever you want me to, princess sexy, whatever you want and whenever you want.”

Bahie and Amurra looked at each other and smiled. “Yes, princess, perhaps we should do this again very soon,” Amurra said as she moved closer to Bahie. “But now you must shower, my princess, come.” She placed her hand on Bahie’s shoulder, letting her fingers slip down her back, then gently trace a line down the crack of Bahie’s ass as she guided the princess toward the shower.

The workman looked back at the doorway to the shower room as he left the pool area. He saw the two women, locked in an embrace, hands roaming over each other’s body, as Amurra reached one hand out to slide the glass door closed.

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I called you at work during lunch today telling you that I couldn’t wait for you to get home and that I had a new nighty that I wanted you to see. “I don’t think you will be disappointed,” I said as we prepared to get off the phone.

I had decided that after our five years of marriage that maybe I should start surprising you a little bit once in a while. First I had thought of just a sexy new nighty to wear for you. I looked all over for the perfect one, never realizing how hard it would be to find one that I felt you would appreciate as well as one that I wanted to wear for you.

Once the nighty was settled upon I decided that maybe a few more surprises thrown in to make up for all the times I had neglected to do this were necessary. I really wanted to make this a night that neither you nor I would soon forget.

I would Begin with your one of your most favorite dinners Candle light and soft music in the background which I felt set the perfect mood for the relaxed mood that I hoped to create.

An hour or so before I knew you would be getting off from work. I begin to start preparing myself more completely for our night together. Going to take a shower and shaving my legs so they would be smooth for you I decided that my next surprise would be to do as you had always wanted me to do but I never would. Using a razor and shaving cream with oil, I begin to shave all the hair off my pussy.

I continued sliding the razor over the lips of my pussy, using my fingers to separate the folds. Trying to make sure I was getting all the hair off. It gave me more than I had planned. Not only did it get rid of the hair but made the lips and my clit swell as if begging to be touched more. Wasn’t sure if the wetness was from the shower or all the attention I was giving myself but decided that I would give it a few extra rubs and then wait on you to help finish me off. Smiling, I dry myself and my hair before putting on my new nighty.

Sliding on my nighty and panties, I found out how erotic it was to be completely bald. The material of the panties felt so erotic touching me. I knew at that point that not only would this be a good night for you but also for me. I couldn’t wait to have you home so I could show you all my secrets.

When your car pulled into the driveway I went to the door to meet you. Standing back away from the door but in a place where I knew I would be the first thing you see.

You walked in and before you dropped your keys on the table beside the door you had saw me and all your movements stopped. Your mouth slightly open, your eyes registering surprise as they took in the sight of me standing there in my white lace teddy. It was so sheer that you could see the brown tips of my nipples peeking through.

I see your eyes travel lower taking in the white silk panties that covered my other little secret. Making me wonder if you could guess at the surprise I had hidden there.

You drop your keys in the direction of the table but they miss and fall onto the floor. You never notice it as you begin to walk towards me.

You stop, just shy of touching me. Your eyes travel the length of me again. When they come back up to meet with mine all you can say is, “Your beautiful.” and then take the rize escort final step to meet my lips with yours.

We hold each other in our arms for a while. You kiss me deeply, your tongue thrusting into my mouth. When your hands drifted down to grab my ass and pull me towards you I gently pushed you away. Not wanting you to find my other secret out to early, I tell you that we should go eat dinner and save the other stuff for desert.

You look at me funny as if to say, “Now how am I going to eat with you dressed like that.”

I smile and take your hand and lead you towards the dining room and our dinner.

You see your dinner and the soft lighting of the candle light and pull me towards you again in another kiss. When we break the kiss again you whisper in my ear “Thank you” as if you speak to loudly it will kill the atmosphere of the room.

All through dinner as we make small talk I see your eyes dip down to my chest. It seems you are looking for a chance to see the brown of my nipples. Like if you were to look at them you could will them to come out of hiding and show themselves to you.

When we finish eating I get up to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Making sure that you watched every move that I made. I lean over your arm to get your plate. Allowing you to glimpse more of my breasts and smell my musky perfume. Accidentally dropping a napkin and making sure to bend over at the waist allowing you to see my panty covered ass. Teasing you with every move and keeping your main focus on me.

When I have felt that I have teased you enough, I tell you that I am going to go freshen up again and that if you would like to join me I would be in the bedroom in a minute.

You are waiting in there when I open the bathroom door. I stand there waiting on you to make a move. I make sure I leave the light on behind me showing the out line of my body under the lace nighty.

You tell me to come further into the room but towards the foot of the bed. “I just want to see you standing there,” you explain. “I love how you look in that.

“Wait until you see what is underneath it,” I tease you as I walk towards where you asked me to go. Noticing as I walk how the comment has sparked your curiosity making you stare even more for something different.

I am standing there as you requested and watch as you sit on the foot of the bed. You are still looking for something different. As if you want to know but are turned on by the fact that you don’t.

Finally, as if you will find the secret then you ask me to turn around for you. Allowing you to look at my panty covered ass once more.

I stand like that waiting to see what you now had in mind. Knowing you had always enjoyed looking at my nicely rounded ass but also realizing that I had never stood before you and show you like this before. It making me wet to be turned around and allowing you to see my ass with out touching me.

You finally are speaking to me. Telling me how great my ass is but that you wish to see it uncovered. Sending a tingle down to my pussy knowing you will soon find out my secret and anticipating your response to it. I ask you what to do from here.

“Bend over as you pull your sakarya escort panties off. I want to see your naked ass bent over.” you say in a seductive whisper.

Me feeling as if you are commanding me to do so slip my fingers into the waist band of my panties and start to ease them down over my ass. Wondering what you will see as I bend to pull them further down.

Down to the thighs starting to bend just a little, I feel my wetness almost clinging to the silk panties as if not ready to be exposed. Feeling the air on my clit as my pussy finally looses hold on the panties.

I have bent over more now as my panties are to my knees. Wondering what will your response be when you finally are able to see my fully exposed pussy in the dim lighting of the room.

When they are down to my ankles and I am just about to step out of them I feel your hands on my ass. Sliding down my legs with your finger tips and then back up the inside of my legs barely touching my bare pussy.

You use both hands urging my legs to spread further allowing you to have more access to my pussy. I spread them as far as my panties will let them go. I am waiting to feel your touch on my clit.

I feel one hand move around to the front of my leg and then moving closer to my throbbing clit. Your fingers find my center and you whisper in my ear that you love my hairless pussy and can’t wait to play with it.

Two of your fingers gently parting the folds of my pussy exposing my clit to a third finger which you slide back and forth over my clit. I feel like I am going to cum just from that. I feel the ache settling inside me and building already.

I feel your other hand on my ass again as you rub your finger down the crack towards my pussy. Then back up along my crack only to lower once again until with out warning you have two fingers buried deep inside my pussy forcing my clit harder onto the fingers there and sending me over the edge into my first orgasm.

You let me ride out my pleasure on your fingers, my wetness soaking your fingers.

You tell me to finish removing my panties and my nighty must come off also because now you are ready to see all of me.

I stay bent over and pull the panties off my feet. Stand up and pull the nighty over my head as you reach from behind around to capture my breasts with both your hands still wet from being inside me.

You massage them, starting around the bottom and working your way up to my nipples, where you pinch them lightly between two fingers. Twisting them then pinching a little harder.

Suddenly your fingers leave me, and I feel you move away from me. “On the bed.” you tell me. You surprise me with your commanding tone. I climb up on the bed. Wondering what more is in store for me this night. I didn’t have to wait long as I watched you quickly remove your clothes and virtually fall onto the bed with your head between my legs.

Getting hold of my feet you make me bend my knees as if to cradle you between my legs. You use my feet to push my legs up until my knees are almost touching my chest opening myself up completely to your mouth. Almost as if you dare me to try to escape from you. I feel your tongue diving into me deeply samsun escort and then coming out only to flick my clit and dive in again.

I am shaking and withering on the bed. Begging you to fuck me, but still you continue to torture my clit with your tongue. Your tongue taking me right to the edge and yet you never give me enough contact to make me cum. Nor do you even let my legs go so I would be able to move away from your teasing tongue.

Right when I began to feel that if you would only tease my clit one more time I would find my pleasure again you stop teasing me with your tongue and lift your head letting my feet settle onto the bed. The sudden loss of contact with my pussy making me ache with need. My hips straining to gain more touching and meeting with only air in a futile attempt.

I groan with need, shutting my eyes tight to try and suppress need the need and ache inside me and feel the bed dip as climb up between my legs. You tell me as you get in place between my legs, “Open your eyes. I want you to see how much I enjoy your shaved pussy opening up for me.”

I look up into your eyes first then look down towards your cock. I see you hard and ready to enter me.

I watch as your hips and cock move in closer to me. Wondering at what it must look like from your point of view as you cock begins to ease into my wetness.

Looking into your eyes again to see if I can find what you are feeling. Seeing your eyes locked onto where our two bodies are joining. I want so much to beg you to push yourself into me completely yet wanting you to continue to penetrate me slowly, dragging out the pleasure for us even more.

Finally, when you are buried deep inside my pussy, you lean down and capture my mouth with yours. Tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth like I wish your cock would do. I feel your hips moving in tiny circles, rotating your cock inside me while you also rub my clit.

Thinking I could stand no more I reach down with my hands to urge you to begin thrusting and to stop teasing us both.

You stop kissing me and take both my hands in yours. Lifting them up above my head and holding them there with your hands on my wrist as you slowly begin to move your hips back and then driving deep inside me only to teasingly pull yourself out of me again.

Out slowly and thrusting into me quickly, making me wish you would let me reach down and urge you to move more quickly. I lift my hips up onto your cock on every down thrust. I then feel myself again lifting my ass off the bed as if to stop your escape when your cock tries to leave.

Your pace finally begins to increase as the feel of my tight wetness begins to work its magic on your cock. Knowing the feel of my pussy contracting on your cock is bringing you closer to meeting your own release.

You let go of my hands so you can pull my hips onto you, cupping my ass as you do so. Your thrusts growing shorter as you begin to feel your pleasure building, so close to the edge trying to make me fall over it with you.

Feeling my pussy beginning to pulse around your cock seconds before you hear me call out your name letting you know of my pleasure. Our sounds getting louder as I feel your hot cum bursting inside my dark chamber filling me with your pleasure as you join me in sweet release.

Afterward, laying side by side with me on my side, letting my leg rest over your stomach, head on your arm, I tell you that now that I know how much you enjoy my shaved pussy I may just have to keep it that way for you…

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[ This one was passed on to me by a guy the day after me, him, and his girlfriend had an allnighter (but that’s another story). He told me he was just out of high school at the time this happened- and yes, the girlfriend he mentions cheating on in the story is the girlfriend we shared that night. She seems to be the forgiving sort. Well, enjoy…]

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The sound of the storm was terrible from inside the small underground shelter. The thunder literally being felt as it crashed. Light flashed outside the door of the shelter lighting up the stairs and floor of the shelter like split second patches of blue-white sunshine. Me and the girl from next door sat crouched down against the back wall of the cellar, huddled together in a blanket on the only cot, already soaked to the bone from running through the rain to reach the safety of the shelter.

There was a tornado on the ground and we were running parallel to it hoping it wouldn’t change it’s course before we made it to the storm cellar. The tornado was actually about a mile away, we heard where it was once we got the radio on. The rain began to come inside the shelter and the floor took on a couple of inches of water in the first few minutes of the storm because the door had been laying open. Even with the door closed and barred securely against the wind outside, water still managed to come in, adding to the misery. As the bulk of the storm actually passed close to where we were hiding, the door began to shake and we heard debris impacting outside as if a frustrated giant was hammering against the stubborn door. The girl, Camille, held onto me and cried, while I tried not to wet my pants.

In less than an hour the tornado had passed us but the storm was still actively raging. I took the battery powered lamp that was always stored down there and sloshed through the pool of water to check the door, it was still secure and I didn’t dare open it until morning as it was already approaching 8 at night when the tornado alarms went off. We were much relieved to find that there were plenty of blankets and extra batteries, even water and a makeshift bucket for bathroom purposes. The cellar was about 12 x 12 and there was plenty of room so that I could have slept on the floor if it weren’t for the water. Why was there only one cot? Who knows! But there was and though we had another set of blankets to change out the one we got wet from our clothing, we didn’t have any extra clothing to change into, so “take off your clothes” I said while taking off my shirt and twisting some of the water out of it.

“What?” Camille looked like a deer in headlights. I draped my shirt over part of one of the shelves that lined the wall. I looked at her frowning, this was no time for games, “Take off your clothes, we’ll soak the other blanket and it’ll be freezing during the night unless we take off our clothes.” She stared at me open mouthed wrapped up in the wet blanket as I pulled off my shoes and hung up my wet socks also. She didn’t move or turn away so I went on with my pants and then underwear right in front of her. Soon my clothes were hanging all in a row and I was exposed until I wrapped the dry blanket around me. I walked over next to the cot and said, “Now it’s your turn, you can hang yours on the opposite wall and they’ll be dry by morning.”

She looked up at me, “I’m not getting naked.” I looked down at her and smiled, “Are you going to stay up all night? If so you can sit on the steps, because you and your wet blanket aren’t going to lay on this cot with me.” She looked at the steps and my hanging clothes, then looked up with a pouty expression, “fine!” I expected her to move over to the steps but instead she stood and marched to the shelves opposite of my clothing and began taking off her shoes and socks. She still had the wet blanket wrapped around her and it began to slip as she struggled to take off her pants and keep herself covered. I chuckled as I stretched the blanket out over me while watching her fight the blanket, “Cami, that’s not going to work.”

As if on cue the blanket dropped away from her shoulder and exposed her bare ass to me while she was hanging her pants. She let out a little shriek and dropped her panties while trying to grab the blanket again. She failed to wrap herself very well and I shined the light directly on her dropped panties so she could get them. By luck this got me a nice look at her behind and even a glimpse at her bare pussy beneath as she half bent to pick them up, still trying to keep the blanket out of the water. I kept my mouth shut and pretended not to notice. She hung the panties up and shrugged off her shirt, baring her shoulders and back as the blanket dropped once again. This time she managed to grab it before it exposed her butt again, though her turning showed me a brief side view of a perky upward turned right breast. Wow, mersin escort I thought, I never thought that tomboy would have such a nice body! We had been running around together for years and I had never paid attention.

I couldn’t help but become a bit aroused as Cami was the second girl I had ever actually seen naked in my life. And truthfully she was better developed than the first, my girlfriend’s sister (another story for another time!). I acted like I hadn’t been paying attention and pointed to the locker where the blankets were stored. One final glimpse before the lights go out, I thought, but she managed to successfully transfer one covering for the other without any slips. Truly I was disappointed, even though she was my best friend and not my girlfriend, what harm was it doing to look? I rolled over and faced the wall as she crossed the room and slid onto the cot next to me. I sat the light on the small table at the head of the cot and switched it off. The sound of hard rain and gusts of wind was all that was heard, until I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke sometime just after dawn to find Camille and myself wrapped up in the only remaining dry blanket, with her laying half on top of me! I had no way to put her off and worse, I found that I didn’t want to- or part of me didn’t want to! The little monster woke and stood up with remarkable speed, nudging the soft warm flesh of her female treasure, and then pressing against the crevice as I extended to what I’m sure was full purple armor in what seemed like 60 seconds flat. She wiggled a bit and my rod felt a moist warmth cover it’s tip. I resisted the urge to pull her body down by grabbing both of her shoulders, she moved again, and her left leg slid farther across me, spreading her legs wider and introducing more of me into her slit. I couldn’t hardly breath, and not from her petite body applying pressure on my chest, it was the pressure that I felt building up inside me that I feared. I rocked my hips back and forth gently feeling the area of wetness increase. I let my hands slowly move down to slip across her hips and around to her bare ass. She sighed and squirmed against me as my rod pressed inside her wetness with more authority now, as I felt myself entering her past the head and back out easily.

She began to moan quietly and I felt her hand clutch my shoulder as I rocked back and forth slowly, going even deeper into her until I was working more than half of my length inside. She was so wet and hot, and incredibly tight, if two things hadn’t been working within me at the time I would have blown my wad before half penetration.

But I was scared that she would suddenly stop me and I was extremely horny by now, and secondly, I had to piss badly (fellas you know how it is, right?). So I bottomed out inside her and opened my eyes to see her looking up at me with a sleepy glazed look in her eyes. I started to apologize but she slowly began to slide more fully on top of me, allowing me easier penetration. We began to kiss and she worked her hips against mine building the intensity as I slid in and out of her. She sat up and eased back fully onto my lap, I watched her titties begin to bounce as she started to ride harder and faster. After a time she was doing all of the work, with her eyes closed, biting her lip. She seemed to hit the wall of the sensations and locked up on me, her mouth frozen in an ‘oh!’ shape. This had never happened to me before, I never lasted this long inside a girl before! I fondled and kissed her perky titties while she relaxed and then slowly slid back chest to chest with me.

I wanted to cum also and began pumping up into her again almost immediately. Very soon I was holding onto her hips and bucking up inside her approaching the point of no return while she groaned and bucked against me also. Then I felt it happening, ‘oh shit’ I thought and jerked her hips up off of my rod at the last possible second before I shot inside her pussy. I reached around and jacked myself off the rest of my orgasm, spilling it into the crack of her ass as I half pumped my fist and half pumped in between her cheeks. I actually felt myself tapping at the back door, and imagined that I was almost invited in! But I was spent, and both of us were sweaty and steamed with the heat of our bodies. Wow, I thought, pretty erotic… what the hell just happened?! I had just cheated on my girlfriend, the one that had taken my virginity, the one that… oh, well.

Somehow that didn’t matter an hour and a half later when Camille and I were dressed and outside walking back towards my uncles house. Neither of us spoke on the way back but we held hands, smiling about it the whole way back. When we got back to the house my uncle greeted us with my mom and dad there, “The neighbors called and said that they thought they saw the two of you muğla escort running towards the old cellar last night. We were about to come and see if you were trapped in there.” I hugged my parents and replied, “well, the storm caused us to get pinned in for a bit, but I eventually got around to forcing the door open.” My dad looked out at the damaged trees and scattered debris, “That sure was one helluva storm.” I locked eyes with Camille and said, “It sure was. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it either.”

It rained for the better part of two days, and though I spent some of the time over with Camille, we never were alone for long enough to talk about what had happened much less replay it. So when the clouds finally broke for good and the subject of the cellar came up it caught her attention immediately. She called me and said that the family across the way that actually owned the cellar had offered the two of us some money if we wanted to bail all of the water out of it and clean it up for use again. I was thinking, why would I want to work knee deep in water? But then the not so subtle hint came from Camille, “we could work together just like when we were waiting for the storm to end.” Well that did it for me, where do I sign up!

When we got there and opened it up I found out that I had been wrong about the cellar cleanup, I wasn’t going to be working in water up to my knees… it was up to my waist. I told my uncle and after he looked at it said he’d pick up what we needed while he was in town and that he’d probably be back in a couple of hours. So we went back to the house, waited for him to leave, and then stripped down and began to feel each other up while kissing. I got a real good look at Camille’s pussy as she lay back on the couch and began kissing my dick while I knelt beside her and massaged her small titties. My hand slid down and began to rub her nearly bald pussy, she began mouthing more and more of my dick as I did more and more with her pussy.

My finger was sliding in and out of her pussy, matching the motion of her mouth back and forth on my dick (or was it the other way around?), when she suddenly let my dick slip out of her mouth and panted, “put it in me. I want to feel it before you come.” She spread her legs as I positioned myself to cheat on my girlfriend again. Camille’s pussy was sooo pretty. I looked down at it and watched my dick slowly penetrate it and then kept watching as I slid back and forth. I watched the tip appear and then most of my shaft sink inside, over and over. She began pulling my arms, moaning, “on top of me, get on me” I leaned down onto her and gave her my full, if modest, length and she groaned her approval in my ear.

I picked up the pace and began to buck hard into her as I felt myself begin to rise to the top of my orgasm ride, she moaned and bucked back. I didn’t know it but she was real close to her own orgasm right about the time I tried to pull out and shoot it onto her flat tummy. She crossed her legs around me and raised her ass up, driving me back into her pussy, holding me hopelessly trapped inside her while my dick shot its payload inside her. I must admit it felt wonderful to actually cum inside. I wasn’t deep enough to really penetrate her at the time that I came but shortly afterward when I collapsed back on top of her, she drew me fully inside and ground her hips against my failing hardon grabbing herself the orgasm she was looking for. I lay there for a moment still inside her and then burst out, “what the hell did you do that for!” She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face but only bit her lip in response, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I lay there for a bit and slapped myself in the head, ‘dumbass’ I thought to myself. When she came out I took her in my arms and apologized. Then I cleaned up and got dressed. Camille never said anything until after we were back out at the cellar using the pump that uncle had brought for us to get rid of most of the water. She was close to me and we were sweating heavily working the pump together, she turned her head and pressed her lips against mine. When I responded she opened her mouth and we began to kiss, awkwardly while trying to keep the water pump moving, but still tongue wrestling. The tension between us melted away after that and things went better for us after that. We drained the water down to knee level after a few hours and I went into the cellar to retrieve the blankets and stuff. We took the cot out and propped it up against a tree near uncles house, hanging the blankets across the line to dry. Then we went inside completely exhausted. That night when I got home, I washed up and then passed out in bed.

There was no way either of us could do anything to the cellar the next day because we were both too sore. My muscles ached too bad to even jack off, nevşehir escort so my girlfriend performed her first ever blowjob on me while my dad watched sports and my mom cooked. She did a nice job, bringing me off mostly with her hand and keeping her mouth locked onto the top of my dick. When I shot off she let all of my cum drip out of her mouth and used it to finish jacking me off. That felt great but left such a terrible mess that I had to change my underwear and stash the other pair in my dirty clothes. I didn’t mind though, even when my mom found the cum-stained briefs and confronted me about cleaning my ‘ejaculations’ with something she wouldn’t find in my laundry. I seriously thought about using a pair of Camille’s panties the next time and see what she said then, but I didn’t (eventually I did, but that’s another story for another time!).

Two days after my girlfriend’s visit, I was back with Camille, and we were outside taking a break while uncle was inside the cellar sealing the cracks – we had completely drained the water by that time. The two of us were watching when I noticed something. With the blankets still over the clotheslines you couldn’t see the cot from the cellar. So I pulled Camille along until we got behind the blankets, there wasn’t anything but open fields on the other side of the cot, so I began to kiss and grope her.

She playfully resisted at first but soon melted as I got the front of her shirt up and began sucking her nipples. She was wearing a dark colored tank top and flimsy little red shorts, white cotton panties underneath. She completely balked at the idea of taking her shorts off and there wasn’t any comfortable way to do it with them on so I suggested the next best thing. I positioned her on her knees and climbed onto the cot behind her. After some minor adjustments to pull her shorts and panties down low enough and get her legs spread just right, we were ready.

I loved the way her ass looked, and loved the way she looked back at me as I penetrated her juicy pussy. She stayed on her hands and knees while I began to pump her slowly. I really loved this position, I put it at the top of my favorites right then. She began to push back at me matching my strokes and soon enough I had stopped and let her have control. She raised up a bit and was half-riding my dick up and down nice and fast. This gave me the chance to reach under her shirt and play with her tits. I found her nipples hard as stone and gently put them between my fingers and thumbs. Almost immediately she gushed all over me, and I thought I was going to lose my mind as her pussy clamped down on my dick nearly forcing me out of her. I was about to come and I moaned, “inside or out?” She breathed “in” and I pushed back up into her and bucked myself to an eye opening cum that lasted for several minutes.

We hurried back to the cellar and were there only for about five minutes before uncle climbed out of the cellar, “thought I lost the two of you there for a bit, where’d you go?” Camille piped up, “one of my friends called on the phone.” The answer seemed to satisfy him and we closed up for the day, with my cum dripping out of her hole mixed with her wetness making a mess of her panties. She didn’t have to worry about it, she always washed her own laundry, and usually her parents also. I went home tired again and slept very well at first, but then I began having nightmares about Camille getting pregnant and everybody finding out. That rattled my cage a little more than I had anticipated. Once again, ‘dumbass’ went through my mind. I began to get scared. What was I gonna do? I already felt a little weird about fooling around with my girlfriend, who was on the pill, and Camille at the same time (not literally, unfortunately).

Camille and I saw each other the next day, and then the day after that and I meant to get her alone to actually talk, but never could. Then two days afterwards when we arranged to go to the store at the same time we met and before I could ask she said that we couldn’t fool around for awhile. I asked why and she replied that she was on her period. I was so relieved. We went to my house and talked for awhile about what had happened to us and between us. I found out that she had a boyfriend and that the two of them hadn’t gone much farther than a little oral sex. In fact that was all the two of them had done since he had taken her virginity two months earlier.

Wow, lucky me, I said aloud, not meaning to. She just smiled and said that it was different when we did it- it was just for fun. No boyfriend/girlfriend bull to get in the way. Fine by me. I decided then that maybe oral sex would be the best for the two of us until she got on the pill- unless I could steal some rubbers. Camille said she didn’t want to give up getting penetrated and that I would have to pull out each time. But I could come in her mouth if I wanted… wow! lucky me again, I thought to myself, too bad becoming a couple would mess things up, she’d make a great girlfriend. So the two of us played basketball and went hunting just like we always did, and nobody suspected that we had taken our friendship to the next level.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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The chronological order of my stories is as follows:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story.

The Case of the Black Badge, Ch. 1-2

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This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 9 – The Crime Scene

February 29th. Leap year. At 9:05am, I pulled up to the address given me, a warehouse that was at the west end of the Warehouse District, near the road that led to the farms and ranches on the west side of the railroad tracks and river. This warehouse was part of a defunct meat packing plant.

Police Senior Sergeant Hugh Hewitt was riding with me, and we discussed the new SWAT team. The Council had approved it! Of course Malinda Adams had fought viciously against it, but Kelly Carnes and Pastor Westboro were won over when the Chief went into a closed-door, off-the-record session to tell them the horrors of untrained police forces that had necessitated and led to an awarding of a Medal of Valor… his, not mine.

It was overcast but not raining as I noticed the Crime Lab team standing outside the door with uniformed officers. “She said she wanted us to wait until you got here, Lieutenant.” said ‘Labcoat’. I knew who ‘she’ was.

Entering the large, empty warehouse, I noticed light filtering in from slats and skylights high above me, made visible by the dust particles floating in the air. One such beam of light was bathing Supervisor Tanya Perlman as she looked upwards at the objects before her, framed in their own beam of light.

As I approached, I observed what Tanya was looking at. This had been an old meat-packing warehouse, and large tenterhooks hung from crossbeams above. Two dead men were now hanging by two of those huge hooks, which had been driven through their upper backs and out their chests. They were naked and their hands were manacled behind them with what looked like piano wire. Their mouths were taped shut, and I could see that their penises had been cut off. My hunch was right: the first examination by ‘CMB’ revealed that their cut-off cocks had been stuffed into their mouths and their mouths taped shut.

In addition, they had been the recipients of the infamous ‘Colombian Necktie’… their throats slit and their tongues pulled down and out through the slits. And they had been disemboweled, cut open from their groins to their sternums.

“Wow, and I thought the Black Widow left gruesome crime scenes.” I said, barely able to look at the scene. Tanya seemed unaffected; in fact, I was seeing the first gleam in her eye since Pete had died, adding to the rosiness of her cheeks.

“Yes sir.” she said. “This obviously didn’t happen here. There’s almost no blood on the floor.”

“Who called it in?”

“The Duty Desk got a tip.” replied Tanya. “They said someone called in that there were bodies at this location. When the Desk Sergeant asked who it was, the guy said he ‘didn’t want to get involved’ and hung up. Patrolmen McGhillie and Johnson investigated and found the bodies. They called me, and I talked to the Desk Sergeant as I drove here. By the way… haven’t you recognized those faces yet?”

At that, I peered harder at the faces. Recognition was difficult, but then it hit me. One of the victims was Sergeant Carroll. The other was ‘Blondie’, the kid who had been in possession of the black badge.

“Oh my, this is big… the party’s just getting started now.” I said. “Tanya, as part of the lab tests, run a DNA comparison on the blonde low-life to ‘Big Alex’, the kid who my nephew Ned murdered. I once had a hunch that they might be related. Let’s see if they are.”

“I won’t bet against you, Lieutenant.” Tanya said. “Shall I call in the Lab Team?”

“First, I want to bring Hewitt in.” I said. I called on the radio for Hewitt and any combat veterans of Iraq or Afghanistan to come inside. Hugh and one of the uniformed men came up to us within a minute.

“Jeez…” said Hugh, who was on light duty, still not fully recovered from his ordeal at the hands (and pussy) of the Black Widow. He grimaced, not really one for grisly crime scenes like Tanya was. The other officer also looked like he didn’t want any part of this.

“Gentlemen,” I said, “I hope this doesn’t bring flashbacks to you, but are any of these wounds like what you saw in Iraq?”

“I never saw anything like this.” said the uniformed officer.

“I did.” said Hugh. “A couple of guys kuşadası escort got captured by the Muslim terrorists. They cut off their cocks and stuffed them into their mouths, then disemboweled them. Didn’t do that to the throat, though, or hang them on meathooks.”

“Thanks, Hugh. You guys can go.” I said. “Send the Lab team in.”

As the team worked and I looked around, I noticed the trashbag-lined, plastic office trash can that was set up, as always. But only one person needed to use it: Tanya Perlman. This was different; Tanya never got sick. She had been known to finish breakfast and coffee at crime scenes, and suck lollipops or ice cream bars while watching autopsies.

“Sorry, Lieutenant, it must be something I ate.” as she came up to me after getting sick in the trash can.

“It’s not food poisoning, Tanya, now is it?” I said. “Sure you don’t have something you want to tell me?”

She looked at me sharply as I got out my cellphone. “I’m calling an excellent doctor to schedule an appointment for you to see her this afternoon. She’s good-looking, too.”

“I’m fine, Don. I appreciate it, but I don’t need to see a doctor, especially your wife.” Tanya said. I did not bother to reply. When Laura answered the phone, I told her that I wanted to send Tanya over for an appointment in the afternoon. Laura cleared 2:00pm immediately.

“Okay,” I said, “two o’clock, Dr. Fredricson’s office. Be there. That’s not a request.” I said. “Especially after I pulled strings to get you the appointment. Good thing I have some influence with this excellent doctor.”

Part 10 – Correlations

The 4:00pm meeting in the main Conference room was attended by the Chief, myself, Tanya Perlman, Daniel Allgood, Cindy Ross, Martin Nash, Diana Torres, Theo Washington, and the FBI’s Jack Muscone, Sandra Speer, Eduardo Escobar and Lindy Linares. Lindy gave me a very warm smile when she saw me, which I returned as the pleasant memory of what we’d done together came back to my mind.

Tanya had just made it in time after going to her doctor’s appointment with my wife. She confirmed the identities of the victims as Sergeant Carroll and the young man known on the streets as ‘Blondie’. “We’re still waiting for toxicology, so nothing on alcohol, drugs or poisoning yet. Their bodies were essentially drained of blood, so we’re having to analyze tissue samples to get these results, hence the delay. CMB thinks they were killed sometime the night before, around midnight, give or take two hours.”

She continued: “An autopsy will have to confirm all this, but CMB and I agreed that they were alive when their penises were cut off and taped into their mouths, and they likely were disemboweled alive. The hara-kiri is what killed them, of course. The Colombian neckties were administered after death, and of course they were dead when they were brought to the warehouse and hung on the meathooks.”

“Geez.” said Martin Nash. “Why the overkill?”

Special Agent Eduardo Escobar, an FBI expert on drug trafficking, spoke up. “The Colombian necktie is meant to intimidate and cause fear. It may be a message for… or from… the living drug traffickers that these men were associated with.”

“The penis thing is meant to psychologically humiliate and insult the victim.” said Lindy Linares. “It might suggest that they were punishing these two men for some infraction of their criminal code.”

“Crowbar, you’re looking thoughtful down there.” the Chief said. He always sat at the head of the table, near the door, while I sat at the other end.

“I’m just absorbing the information right now, Chief.” I said. “What we do know is that the victims were brought to that warehouse dead and naked. There were no clothes found, there was not much blood at the scene, not many tracks or footprints. They came, hung up the bodies, and left.”

I continued: “The call came in to us right at 8:00am, which happens to be during shift change. Myron says the caller used a burner phone to give the anonymous tip.”

“Why did they do that?” asked Jack Malone.

“The call, the timing, or using a burner phone?” I asked, not clear on Jack’s question.

“Oh sorry, the call.” Jack clarified. “Why not call earlier? For that matter, why did they call at all?”

“Good questions. Let me think about that.” I said, then continued with my report. “Speaking of that warehouse, it’s part of a property that was once owned by T&C Councilman John Colby while he ran his beef cattle farms. Stating the obvious, it was a beef processing plant. Colby sold the plant to a concern called King & Ebenezer Food Industries about three years ago, but they went into bankruptcy reorganization and dropped the property as part of the settlement. The J.P. Goldman bank owns it now, and hasn’t found a buyer in the two years they’ve owned it.”

“Jack?” the Chief said, “FBI hearing anything about this?”

“Not a word, so far.” Muscone said. “It’s early days yet, but no chatter about it that we’re picking up.”

“Okay, kocaeli escort Crowbar,” said the Chief, “if you don’t have the answers already, do you at least have the questions?” He was needling me; I’d once said that the most important thing was to find the right question to ask, and then answer it.

“Just a few.” I said. “First, assuming he was not killed elsewhere, why did Sergeant Carroll come back to this County? And if he was killed elsewhere, why was he brought back to this County? Second, what was the message the killers were trying to deliver, if any? Third, where did the killing take place? I’m hoping to hear that someone has called in having found a huge pool of blood somewhere, but no such luck so far. And last, as we discussed, why the anonymous tip?”

“And by the way, Martin, to answer your question,” I added, “the overkill was partially to send a message, but also to confuse us. Too many mixtures of style here. They either want us to think this was done by pure amateurs that just did everything they ever read about and could think of to do, or they want us to be scattered and stretched thin, searching along many different false lines. Either one is a blind, and I’m not concerned about that minutiae. I’m looking at the ‘why’, not the ‘how’. And that tells me that this was done with intent and purpose, and by one group of criminals that these men had been associated with.”

“Black Badge gang?” asked Diana Torres, which got her some nasty looks from her fellow Detectives, as if she’d said too much in front of the FBI agents.

“Mmmmm…mmmmay-be….” I said, looking at the ceiling and thinking as I spoke. “I was thinking along different lines but maybe they’re… connected… hmmm…” I went into a reverie. “Yeah… could it be…” When I came out of the thought-trance, I realized that eleven pairs of eyes were watching me intently.

“Thanks, Detective Torres.” I said. “You gave me an interesting line of thought to consider.” Diana looked much less uncomfortable, but no less confused than anyone else.

“Which, I’m sure, you’ll now share with all of us.” said Cindy Ross, no small amount of acid in her voice.

?”Rosssss…” admonished the Chief.

“I know there’s stuff about this that hasn’t been shared and it’s not up to me to decide to share it, Cindy.” I said.

“It’s okay, Don,” said Jack Muscone, rescuing me from the wrath of my partner, “I told the Deputy Director that I might be discussing more of this case with you guys, and now is the time to do it, so let me fill you guys in on some of this.

“This is your murder case, but what you don’t know is that my team has been investigating the disappearance of Sergeant Carroll for several weeks now. We believe he may have been involved with a race-hatred organization. And after that acquittal of that black man in this County recently, some activity began showing up in the organization we’re watching. That’s all I can tell you for now. I don’t know if this organization is behind these killings, but if they are and I find out, I’ll let you know immediately.”

“Thanks, Jack.” said the Chief. “And the Black Badge comment refers to the fact that the other man found hanging alongside Carroll was arrested some days ago, and not being the sharpest tool in the shed, he admitted to us about being part of a Black Badge organization… complete with a real black badge in his wallet. And I’m betting that Don just started correlating those things in his head.”

“That’s about the gist of it, sir.” I said, my eyes still introspective. “We have two lines going: white supremacy group, drug gang. And they keep finding reasons to intertwine. Keep this under your hats, people, but we can add to it that Ward of Ward Harvester was found to be making extra explosives that might have been shipped to the supremacy group… so I’m starting to wonder if we’ve just stumbled onto a BFD.”

“What’s a ‘BFD’?” asked Sandra Speer.

“A ‘big frickin’ deal’.” said Theo Washington. “Looks like I walked into this party just in time.”

“Exactly.” I said. “And we’re happy to have you here at the party, Theo. This just might crack a lot of things we’ve been pursuing wide open.”

“We’re ready to help you with anything you need.” said Jack Muscone. “Oh, by the way… what about the SBI?”

“Shhh!!!!” I admonished. “Speak not of those hideous fools!”

“So far, nothing from them.” said the Chief. “And as far as I’m concerned, it can stay that way. As long as I’m Chief, this Police Force’s policy is one of non-communication with the SBI, especially its Narcotics Task Force. Certain SBI Reservists excluded, of course. Anything else?”

“Just this.” I said, having just had an insight. “Jack, to answer your question: they called in the tip because they wanted us to find the bodies. Not much good for their purposes if the bodies are left hanging for a year in a completely abandoned warehouse. And that suggests they’re sending a message and needed that message to get out. As to the time konya escort of the call, I’m not sure, but I think it’s not a coincidence it was called in right at shift change.”

“Okay, people, start data-mining and number-crunching.” the Chief said, wrapping up the meeting. “Please do take advantage of Special Agent Muscone’s offer of help.”

——————–

It was sunset, the light fading as I reached Cemetery Hill and made my way to the graveside of Corporal Pete Feeley, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Cemetery Hill is more of a north-south ridge, and Pete was buried on the South end, in a place of honor amongst other police, fire and military personnel who had passed on.

I was not surprised to see who was standing at Feeley’s grave as I approached. It was Tanya Perlman.

“You were right.” Tanya said as I stepped up beside her and placed the bouquet against the headstone. “Dr. Fredricson confirmed it: I’m pregnant.”

“Good.” I said, solemnly, but also happy for Tanya. “Congratulations.”

“I… I was just up here telling Pete.” Tanya said. “Telling him that he’s going to be a father. I just… I just wish he could’ve known before he…” She did not finish the sentence.

“I’m sure he knows.” I said, somehow sure. “And I’m sure he’s watching over you and his child right now.”

“It is his, by the way.” Tanya said, as if I’d asked. “I didn’t sleep with anyone else after he asked me to marry him.”

“Well, you be sure to do what’s needed to bring that child into the world safely, healthy and happy.” I said. “And you’re not going on any more bullet-flying missions, either.” I wanted to make sure this baby happened almost as much as Tanya herself did.

“Thanks, Don.” Tanya said, understanding me completely.

“Okay, I’m going to go catch some criminals.” I said. “You take care, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll come with you.” Tanya said. “Let’s go mete out some Justice. For Pete.” We walked down the slope back to our cars as the sun set upon this day.

——————-

“Yes, she’s six weeks along.” said Laura as we ate supper. “Thanks for sending her to me. After I told her she was pregnant, we had a good long talk. It was… an emotional time. It was good, she needed it.”

“That’s good.” I said. “So you think she’s doing okay now?”

“Oh yes.” said Laura. “Losing Pete was tough for her, but she’s pulling through just fine. I hate to say this, but I think you taking her on that mission and letting her blow away Angela Harlan was the best thing that could’ve happened. She got some closure out of that.”

“I think we all did.” I said. “It was worth the Council’s formal asschewing.”

“And you were lucky that was all you got. By the way,” Laura said. “I haven’t noticed anyone following me, and I’ve been watching over my shoulder for nearly three decades now.”

“I called you about being careful as a precaution, though I know you always are.” I replied. “I’m very concerned about what’s going on with these murders and this Black Badge gang… this is a ‘BFD’, and I think they’re playing for keeps.”

Part 11 – The Opening Salvo

March 1st. I was driving in my SUV through the Downtown district, listening to “Channel 5” on the police radio. I had told my team put their radios on Channel 5, which was automatically encrypted and decrypted on those radios that had the same key. Multiple groups could use the channel with different keys, and only messages with the key one had would come through. Sophisticated technology that many other police departments could only dream about having.

I had placed Rudistan and Morton on “mobile stakeout”, and had even asked Detectives Diana Torres and Theo Washington do some riding around. That way, I explained to them, Theo could get to know the layout of the town, and both of them would be helping with the case.

And the people we were staking out were Sergeant Brody and Patrolman Tommy Gunn. We were following them discreetly in unmarked cars. This was what Internal Affairs should be doing, but I did not trust them to respond to trouble with the speed I would need. I had been getting a very bad vibe about what Brody and Gunn might try to do next, especially after the phone call I’d gotten a couple of days before.

Jeanine had called me on the phone and told me she thought she was being followed around by a police car. I called Todd and asked him if he’d noticed a police car following him, with Jeanine or alone, and he said “Now that you mention it, I have seen a cop car behind me several times.”

That evening I went to visit them. I held the two babies as I discussed with them that it was possible a couple of rogue cops were watching them, especially after Jeanine had defended that black kid and won his acquittal. “Whatever you do,” I said, “if the cops stop you, cooperate with them. Even if they get rough or aggressive with you, don’t try to fight back. Todd, be sure to drive Jeanine wherever she needs to go; don’t let her go anywhere alone. Last, but not least, if you’re stopped by the cops, any cops that aren’t me personally, then speed-dial me on the phone and tell me where you are… then leave the line open so I can hear what’s going on as I come to you. And if you have a camera in the car so you can videotape the stop, by all means use it.”

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** Note: This series Adventures with Leslie is a sequel to the series Things to Do with My Slut (aka Adventures with Emma). For any reference on the characters please see the original series. Thanks. **

Chapter 01 — Game On

It had been 3 full weeks since I had seen or heard from Emma, Vivian or Penny. I was beginning to wonder if the game was truly over. I did not want to press the issue but I was beginning to worry. I pressed through the days that passed in a fog, wondering what, if anything would happen next.

That all changed on that Friday morning. I was headed to work when my cell phone rang. I was delighted to see Emma’s office number in the caller id.

“Long time no speak,” I answered.

“We are having a lunch meeting you need to come to,” Emma informed me.

“Sounds like you are back to being in charge,” I observed.

“A great leader sees it through until the end,” she replied, “and does not desert those that followed with heart and character.”

“That’s very poetic,” I admitted. “What does it mean?”

“I will see you at noon,” she said as she hung up the phone.

I was puzzled. It was a very poetic but cryptic message. What was going on now? I was not sure I could take anything more than putting the game back to normal. I was curious to find out what was going on though. Noon could not get here fast enough.

I breezed through the morning and left my office in plenty of time to make to Emma’s place of business by noon. I entered the suite to see Emma, Vivian and Penny all in the conference room sitting at the table. I proceeded directly there and took a seat at the far end of the table.

“Good, now that we are all together we can start,” Emma announced.

“Start what,” Vivian questioned.

“Today, you all are going to decide the fate of the game,” Emma revealed.

“I told you,” I said, staring directly at Penny.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, stud,” Emma corrected me. “You are all gonna vote, after I say what I need to.”

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” I encouraged her.

“This has been a great game,” she began. “But I no longer have what it takes to lead you in it.”

“Don’t be silly,” Penny interrupted her. “No one can run the game or take care of us like you Em. And we don’t want to play for anyone else.”

“Thanks Penny,” Emma continued. “But I don’t think you get it. I don’t have the energy or desire inside me to play anymore. Sienna’s little coup did a number on me emotionally and I need to focus more on my kids. Their protection is my foremost priority and my running this game compromises that. I care for you all a great deal in different ways, but my kids come first. I need to be a better mother, so I am out of the game.”

“I understand and I respect your choice,” I said. “But then how do we continue?”

“Well, that is what we need to vote on,” she clarified. “My new business partner has also agreed to consider taking over the game. She’s someone I trust completely and she will do right by all of you. I believe you will all enjoy the game as much with her as you did with me. She is creative, inventive, playful and very attractive.”

“Sis, who is it,” Vivian asked.

“You have to vote first,” Emma explained. “If you want to play, say yes, if not say no. But you do not get to meet her until after the vote.”

“That’s a tough spot to put us in,” I expressed.

“It’s really not,” Emma countered. “So, is it time to vote? If we have a unanimous vote to play, then the game continues and if we have a split vote, the game’s over.”

“What about Nikki’s vote,” Penny asked.

“Ah, yes, Nikki,” Emma sighed. “I should have covered that first. Thanks for reminding me. Nikki and I talked for several hours this morning. She, too, is leaving the game. She is doing so with my blessing, so there is to be no resentment or anger towards her. She is in love and wants to focus on her relationship.”

“Who’s the lucky guy,” Vivian wondered aloud.

“Her name is Monica,” I revealed. “Isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” Emma confirmed. “Good pickup.”

“It wasn’t hard to tell,” I admitted. “Plus, I had a long drive home to rewind it and really digest it. Good for Nikki. Send her my best wishes when you talk to her again.”

“I will,” Emma said softly, smiling at me from the other end of the table. It was a wonderful smile that seemed to say something, but I was not sure what.

“Now we should vote,” Emma continued. “Penny, do you want to continue playing the game?”

“Yes,” Penny said smiling.

“Viv, what about you,” Emma proceeded.

“Of course,” Vivian confirmed.

“So it’s all up to you, stud,” Emma acknowledged. “What’s it gonna be?”

“I do not want to disappoint these two lovely women,” I gushed. “Let’s play.”

“Of course,” Emma said. “Tomorrow morning, 9am. You will all come here and meet my new partner. Then, she gets to vote. If she likes what she sees, game on. If not, well, then game over. I would suggest that you all dress to impress.”

“That’s fucked up,” Penny laughed.

“I kütahya escort know,” Emma acknowledged. “That’s why you love the game. Now everyone out.”

I stood and exited the conference room, heading back to work for the remainder of the day. I wondered what Emma’s new partner would be like. Emma was a force, a presence that made the game stable. This was going to be interesting.

I woke early the next morning and took a long shower, trying to run cleaver things to say through my head. I shaved and dressed in my best suit, trying my best no to disappoint. I again left in plenty of time to make it to Emma’s office by 9am.

When I arrived I found the suite locked, as I expected since it was a Saturday. I rang the buzzer and waited for the door to buzz and allowed me to enter. It was taking quite longer than usual. After a few moments I thought about hitting the buzzer again, but the door opened.

There stood Penny, looking great. She had on an olive jacket and matching skirt that fell just above her knee. She had on a maroon silk blouse to compliment it and olive pumps, about 4 inches. I would have loved to have jumped her right there, but we had a meeting to attend.

“Ready,” she asked.

“Sure,” I said as I stepped passed her into the suite. She locked her arm with mine and we proceed to the conference room. Emma was sitting at the head of the table as usual. She was wearing her black suit with a white striped blouse. No one else was in the room. Penny and both took seats and waited.

“Where’s Vivian,” I asked after a few moments.

“Ladies room,” Emma replied, shortly.

We sat in silence for a moment or two until Vivian joined us. She walked through the conference room door and looked wonderful. She had on a white halter top and white tennis skirt, with a white thong underneath. She complimented it with short white lace socks and white patent leather peep-toe pumps. She looked hot. I was getting very aroused by the gorgeous women around me.

“Time to begin,” Emma declared as Vivian seated herself.

Emma then picked up the phone on the table.

“You may join us now,” Emma said into the receiver.

She replaced the receiver and we waited only a short moment until we were joined by a tall woman with jet black hair. She had on a teal jacket and skirt offset by a pink blouse and teal pumps. Her skin was tan and her hair was mid-length and wavy. She was very attractive as Emma had said.

I looked to Vivian, who had a look of complete surprise on her face. I turned to Penny next, but she was checking out the new lady in the room. Emma then stood as the new woman walked to her side and stopped.

“This is Leslie Adams,” Emma announced to us all. “Leslie was my college roommate and is my best friend. She is also my new business partner.”

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Vivian giggled.

I simply nodded as Penny said nothing. Our silence seemed to make Emma a little nervous.

“Leslie is a great attorney and one of th-,” Emma continued but was cut off.

“Stop,” Leslie ordered. “Have a seat, Em.”

Her voice was clear and concise. We all stared at her waiting for the next words.

“So, you were the players in Emma’s great game,” she continued. “Well, she has entrusted the game to me if I want it. So I need to decide.”

She seemed to stare straight through me.

“I love what I see from these two ladies,” she announced, pointing to Vivian and Penny. “Vivian I have known for a long time and Emma has told me nothing but good things about Penny. So I am fine with them.”

Penny and Vivian both smiled at the compliment.

“You are the only sticking point,” she furthered, now pointing at me.

I knew Vivian and Penny wanted the game to continue, as did I. I did my best to be 100% accommodating.

“What can I do to help you resolve that,” I asked.

“I need to interview you personally tonight,” she said. “At my house at 10pm.”

“Done,” I confirmed.

“We will all regroup tomorrow morning at 8am,” she announced. “Minus Emma.”

Emma looked up at her from her chair with a look of confusion.

“Sorry, Em,” Leslie patronized before turning harsh. “I know you are having a crisis of emotional proportions, so we won’t need you around tomorrow. You may come back into play later in the game in a small role if I need you, otherwise I will take it from here. I will interview him tonight and announce my decision tomorrow. If I decide no, it will be a short meeting. If I decide yes, I will lay out the new rules. You are all dismissed.”

As I stood up, Leslie reached across the table and handed me a folded piece of paper. She then walked out of the room as I opened the paper. Her address was written down on the paper to ensure that I knew where I was going this evening. I put the paper in my pocket and left the conference room.

Vivian caught me on my way out of the suite.

“Leslie is the perfect person to run this game,” she explained as I walked towards the door of the suite. manisa escort “Emma and her have been friends for years. She’s practically like family.”

“Then I will do my best to impress her later,” I replied. I smiled at Vivian and left the suite.

I wasted the hours of the day running errands and catching up with friends. I did some grocery shopping and even caught a nap. I felt great and knew I was going to be on my game when the time rolled around for me to leave for Leslie’s. I freshened up and headed over to her place, having discarded my suit and now wearing jeans and golf shirt.

I pulled into her driveway and marched right up to the front door with little care in the world. I was surprised when a young girl of only 17 or 18 answered the door. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a great figure, very thin with small tits but perfect curves. I was taken back by her appearance.

“Can I help you,” she asked.

“Yes,” I stuttered, “I’m here to see Leslie Adams.”

“Ok, come in,” she said. “I’m Mindy, her niece. Hang on a minute and I will get her for you.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

I watched her disappear up the stair. Her tight little ass was enough to start getting me aroused. I waited only a moment before Leslie descended and greeted me.

“You’re on time,” she pointed out. “That’s a good first impression.”

Leslie was wearing tight jeans and a thin white tank top now, her feet were bare. Following her into the kitchen I could see where Mindy got her curves from. Leslie’s body was awesome. Her hair fell slightly past her shoulders and bounced with life as she walked. Her ass was full and firm in her jeans. I was now more than somewhat aroused.

“Can I get you a drink,” she asked.

“A beer would be great,” I replied.

She reached in the fridge and pulled out a bottled beer and handed it to me. She then walked to the far counter and poured herself a glass of red wine. She proceeded into the dining room and I followed diligently. We sat at the dining room table and she noticed my growing bulge.

“You should calm down,” she remarked. “You won’t be needing that tonight.”

“Ok, but you can’t blame me,” I replied.

“Oh, I don’t blame you,” she confirmed. “I’m fucking hot. But you will have to wait to find that out.”

“As you wish,” I said playfully.

“So, let’s start the interview,” she continued. “And be honest, it makes things so much simpler.”

“You got it,” I agreed.

“First question,” she scowled, “how exactly do you feel about Vivian and Penny?”

“That is a tough first question,” I admitted. “I feel loyal to Penny because she has a good soul. I feel protective of Vivian because she cares for me so much. Plus they are both hot as hell.”

“Ok, well done,” she gleamed. “Who do you enjoy fucking more?”

“That’s not a fair question,” I responded.

“I know,” she acknowledged, “but answer it anyway.”

“Ok, I love fucking them both,” I disclosed, “but I cum harder with Penny.”

“Well played,” she praised. “Why do you like the game?”

“Aside from the obvious,” I queried.

“What’s the obvious,” she retorted.

“The obvious is getting to fuck some extremely attractive women,” I confirmed. “Other than that, the game keeps me guessing. It’s like an ever evolving novel, one twist after another.”

I sipped my beer waiting for her response.

“Fair enough,” she replied. “Emma’s told me a lot about you. What’s been your best experience in the game so far?”

“That’s another tough one,” I maintained. “The Christmas present Emma gave me was amazing, though she and I did play one fantastic game of cards once.”

“Interesting,” she conveyed. “Ok you have my attention. Tell me why I should continue the game.”

She sipped her wine as she waited for my response.

“This game is worth continuing,” I began, “for a lot of reasons. The least of which is the physical pleasure. But you, as the director of the game, get to preside over the on goings of several people. You get to give and take as you please. But you also have the responsibility of protecting them. That is not a position an ordinary woman would chose. I sense that you are much more than ordinary, as is Emma.”

She sipped her wine again as she digested my answer. I was waiting eagerly for some kind of response to what I had just said. Finally, after what felt like a month’s time but was only a few moments, she got around to responding.

“I can’t decide if that is brilliant or a crock of shit,” she said.

I was surprised by that response. I was unsure of who this woman really was.

“You don’t know me,” she continued. “How can you be sure you want me in charge so unilaterally?”

I had that answer ready to go. This was one of the questions I thought she might actually ask. Actually it was the only question I anticipated.

“I only knew Emma for a short time when I first committed to the game,” I informed her. “As I grew to know her, I also grew to trust her. If she mardin escort says you are the one to lead us forward, I am ok with it.”

She glared at me for a long minute as she finished her glass of wine.

“Ok, thanks,” she said. “You can go now.”

I stood and extended my hand to shake hers but she did not move.

“I will see you in the morning,” I stated as I turned to leave.

She still had not moved, so I proceeded to the door and let myself out. I climbed into my car and backed out of her driveway. I proceeded away from her house and was headed home. I was only in the car for a few minutes when my cell rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“It’s Leslie,” she announced.

“What can I do for you,” I submitted.

“I have a few more questions for you,” she revealed.

“Ok, go ahead,” I urged.

“No, turn around and come back,” she instructed. “I want to ask you face to face.”

“Ok, I will be back shortly,” I indicated.

I pulled off into the first driveway I saw and turned my car around. I headed back to Leslie’s house. I pulled back into the driveway and headed back to the front door. I rang the bell and Mindy answered again.

“You again,” she giggled.

“I was called back,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Aunt Leslie is waiting for you,” she said as I entered.

I followed Mindy into the living room. Leslie was sitting in an armchair drinking another glass of wine. Mindy strolled over and sat down on the couch, turning her attention to the television. Leslie indicated I should sit in the unoccupied armchair next to hers. I sat and wait but she took several moments before speaking. My eyes shifted from her to Mindy back to her out of natural curiosity.

“Ok,” she began, “what about the players?”

“What about them,” I countered. “Should we be discussing with your niece present?”

“She’s a big girl and I don’t hide things from her,” Leslie divulged. “About the players, do you think it should only be you, Penny, Vivian and me?”

“I don’t presume to think about that,” I stated confidently. “If you run the game, it’s your game. It really doesn’t matter what I think if I believe in you and your leadership and want to continue to play. It goes back to trust.”

“I see,” she agreed. “Emma and I agreed you would remain the only male in the game. I have to make a decision here. I have one last question. What wouldn’t you do in the game?”

“Wow, you don’t get it,” I admonished her. I shook my head and glanced over at Mindy, then turned back to Leslie. “If you continue this game, we are going to trust you to lead us. Don’t abuse that trust and the game will remain fun for everyone. Do you trust yourself to uphold the responsibility that game brings in reference to the rest of us? Can you live up to the standard Emma set?”

“I am the interviewer here,” she scolded me. I lowered my head and again glanced at Mindy over on the couch. Leslie took notice of it this time. “Are you checking out my niece?”

“No, I am just not sure she should be here while we discuss this,” I reiterated.

“Are you saying my niece isn’t hot enough for you to check out,” she growled at me.

“Not at all,” I replied.

“Get out,” she finally yelled.

I said nothing. I simply stood and headed for the door. I let myself out and headed for my car. As I was opening the driver’s side door, I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket. I answered it quickly.

“Hello,” I muttered.

“If I said come back inside right now, would you,” Leslie asked me.

“It’s your game Leslie,” I confirmed for her.

“You mean you will do whatever I say,” she asked. “Anything I request is mine?”

“Be careful about how you use the power we are willing to give you,” I warned her.

“Come inside,” she ordered.

I turned around and made my way back to the front door. For the third time that evening Mindy answered the door. She stared at me awkwardly for a moment.

“Aunt Leslie said you should go up to her room,” Mindy relayed to me. “Top of the stairs, second door on the left.”

I climbed the stairs without a word and found the door to Leslie’s bedroom. The door was open so I entered and called for her.

“Leslie, you wanted to see me,” I called out as I passed through the doorway.

“Close your eyes,” she replied from behind me.

I did as I was told and I heard her close the door behind me. I could hear her bare feet on the wood floor as she moved. I could not see her but I could tell she was standing in front of me.

“You don’t know me,” she said plainly. “But you need to if I am going to continue this game. You did great on the interview but this is the real test. Don’t open your eyes until you are told.”

I nodded.

“I am 33 years old,” she confessed. “I have no children and have never been married.”

I heard her unzip what I could only assume to be her jeans.

“I have been with a lot of men and women,” she continued, “and I consider myself very good in bed.”

I heard her rustling and moving.

“I have spent countless hours with Emma discussing and learning this game,” she went on, her voice now coming from behind me. “This game is a lot of things, but mostly it’s complex. If I choose to do this I need to keep it as simple as possible. So we will need to get certain things out of the way.”

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