5 comments/ 27992 views/ 1 favorites The Company By: just 4 fun 8am on a Sunday, while the rest of the world enjoyed a well earned lie in, Amy was rudely awoken by the ringing of her mobile phone. She rolled over looking at the phone hoping she would be able to ignore it and roll over and go back to sleep. No such luck. It was her boss, ignore this and she would be out of a job. Amy wasn't in your usual line of business, she had worked hard to get to were she was and wasn't going to through it all away for an extra hour or two in bed. "Hello," grunted Amy. "Good morning, hope I didn't wake you," Katie replied cheerily. Amy trying to be polite responded with a casual "Of course not." "Glad to hear it, we have a little problem, well when I say little... I mean a big problem, Cath is ill and I need someone to take care of her client." "No problem, when and where?" enquired Amy. "Don't worry about that, a car will be with you in an hour just make sure you are ready when it arrives. I know how long it takes you to get ready!" Katie said jokingly as she hung up the phone. Amy jumped out of bed, an hour to get ready, so much to get sorted she thought to her self. She dashed for the shower, turning it on the warm jets of water caressing her body, quickly lathering up her soft skin and rinsing off. A quick trim to ensure her pubic hair was neatly in place a small V leading down between her legs. Red nail varnish on her finger and toe nails, white flowery bra with matching knickers, white blouse, black jacket, black knee length skirt and skin coloured tights. As Amy glanced in the mirror to check her appearance she heard the company car pull up outside. Just enough time to tie her hair back and grab her work bag. Climbing into the car Mike greeted her, "Morning honey, how are you today?" "Good thanks, what do you know about the client?" questioned Amy. Mike handed her a plastic folder. Amy was familiar with the plastic folders; the company had one on every client. The folders contained lots of useful information to ensure the client left satisfied and the company retained their business. Today's client was a Mr Holmes, a 38 year old ICT technician. He had a good record with the company with no complaints and no problems listed. He had been using the company now for nearly eight years one of the first people to sign up. The pressure was really on Amy couldn't mess this up. They arrived at the Hotel, Mike did his usual checks, he made sure Amy had his number and knew the procedure should things start to go wrong. He smiled at her, seeing how nervous she was, "Nothing to worry about, you look fantastic and I'm sure he will like you, just relax and have fun" he said reassuringly. At just 19 year old this was the most influential client she had met with. She looked around the bar, where it was agreed she would meet Mr Holmes. She spotted him sat in a quiet corner; he looked just as good as he had done in the photo she had seen earlier in the folder. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling sweetly as she approached. Mr Holmes stood and pulled a seat over for Amy to sit on. "I knew I wouldn't be disappointed with Cath's replacement, I'm John Holmes and you are..?" "Amy, a pleasure to meet you." She replied pleasantly. John ordered drinks and they sat chatting in the bar, John told her all about his business and how well things were going at work. They moved to the restaurant and started to enjoy a lovely three course meal. As they were eating Amy casually let her foot brush against John's leg teasing him a little under the table. When they had finished John suggested heading for the room he had booked so that they could get on with the business side of the meeting. As they entered the lift heading for the ninth floor, John gave Amy a little slap on the bum, she smiled back at him. She was starting to feel nervous again, what if this all went wrong, and what if she lost the company one of their most loyal clients. Remembering Mike's words of wisdom she tried to relax. They entered a beautifully decorated room with a large double bed. Amy headed straight to the bed and perched on the edge, she crossed her legs making sure John got a quick peek under her skirt. John smiled and sat next to her, resting one hand on the bed and his other onto Amy's knee. Amy turned her head until their lips met; slowly, at first, their tongues massaged each other. As they continued, they began kissing more passionately John's tongue entwined with Amy's. His hands began to wander over her young, clothed body tracing the outline of her small pert breast, teasing as her nipples hardened. Amy's hands had also begun to wander; she was gently massaging the bulge she had found in John's trousers. With her expert touch she quickly made him harden. She continued to stroke him through the thin material of his suit trousers. John began groaning with excitement as Amy undid his trousers freeing his long, hard cock. Glancing down Amy gasped at the size of the cock she was faced with. Although Amy had had a number of cocks this was one of the largest she had seen in person. Standing at about 9 inches and thick, she could now see why Cath always had a smile on her face after seeing John. Smiling, Amy began to kiss the tip of John's cock licking it softly, continuing to tease. John was groaning more loudly now as Amy began to slide her mouth along his thick shaft. Her hand slowly massaging his balls as she sucked his cock for all she was worth. She enjoyed sucking on him, his hand began guiding her head up and down his long shaft feeling him thrust into her mouth. John pulled her head up, guiding it towards his own, they kissed again. John rolled Amy onto her back. He pushed her skirt up, revealing her white lacy knickers beneath the skin coloured tights, in one quick movement he pulled them both off. This left her soft pussy, bare and ready. He let his tongue linger over her small clit, flicking gently, causing Amy to moan in pleasure. He continued to lick her soft folds his tongue delving deeper with each lick, tasting her sweet juices as they began to flow. Amy began moaning more as John's tongue pleasured her. John crawled up the bed, positioning his long hard shaft at Amy's tight hole. Gently he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She felt so full as this long, thick cock entered her, letting out a small scream of delight. He began slowly thrusting into her, her moans increasing as her pleasure continued. John withdraw, he rolled onto his back and motioned for Amy to climb on top. As she straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy, she undid her hair allowing her long blonde hair to cascade down framing her beautiful face. As she began to rock her hips, John reached up undoing her blouse and removing her flowery white bra. Her small, pert breasts sat on her chest, hardly moving as the bra was removed. The cool air made her nipples harden, Amy moaned in delight at the sensation. As Amy increased her pace, making sure that she took John's cock deep with each thrust, her moans became louder, she could feel herself approaching her orgasm. John felt her already tight pussy, tighten around his throbbing cock he began to push against ensuring she took his full length with each thrust. As her clit was forced to grind against John due to his extra thrusting, her body began to quiver, her face flushed, she let out a loud moan. She collapsed on top of John, her small nipples grazing his manly chest. Amy lay panting with John's cock still firmly inside her. She was still shaking from her intense orgasm, when John began to slowly thrust into her again, in the excitement she had almost forgotten about his pleasure. She kissed him on the cheek as his cock continued to fuck her wet pussy. She whispered in his ear, "Where would you like to cum?" John replied "I'd love you to suck me until I cum." Secretly Amy was pleased with this decision, as nice as it was to feel his large cock in her she didn't think she could handle much more tonight. She let his cock pop out of her pussy, falling down onto his stomach. She began sucking on the tip, while her hand pumped the shaft. She quickened her pace as she let her mouth engulf the tip. John couldn't hold back any longer, with a groan he began to thrust his hips upwards as his cum coated the inside of Amy's little mouth. She swallowed his cum and licked the tip clean, before crawling up the bed to cuddle up with him. There naked bodies close together, her soft pale skin next to his darker tanned skin. After half an hour had passed, Amy rose and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed. She rang Mike to let him know she would be ready for him to pick her up in ten minutes. Fully dressed in her suit again she entered the hotel bedroom, John was sat on the bed with a sheet wrapped around his middle. John reached into his trouser pocket and produced his wallet. He handed over a cheque for £150, "I believe that is the agreed amount." "Yes, thank you" replied Amy. Reaching back into his wallet he pulled out a £50 note, "A little extra for, all your effort." "There is no need for that, but thank you." Amy said. With that Amy kissed John on the cheek and left the room. She met Mike outside the hotel and climbed into the car. Smiling to herself, she was relieved it had gone well. Mike pulled up outside Amy's flat, "Seems like you had a good afternoon, I'm sure I'll see more of you. Katie will have plenty more work lined up for you. There are lots of clients like John who need our special service." The Company "My god what have you done Marcus! You couldn't leave her alone could you? Do you know how angry the boss is going to be with you?!" Dominic's face grew redder by the minute while yelling at Marcus. Marie, the girl in question, had been beaten by an ex and was unconscious when Marcus did his routine check. You see, the boss has had his eye on her for months and is growing impatient with his staff since we haven't gotten rid of the so called boyfriend. I'm Ryan, and I've worked for Jonathon for twelve years. The boss has been nothing but understanding up until recently. But I suppose I would be pissy if I were kept away from my intended too... We aren't your usual company, I mean; we're all supernatural for one thing. We don't age, and in usual circumstances we are a peaceful group, but this is different. Jonathon's intended was intentionally injured by someone she could obviously not fend off alone. The hitting of a woman alone led to danger in our eyes, but throw in the fact it's the boss' girl and you've got death coming to you, soon. Thankfully, Jonathon has been out of town this past week on human business, which is why Marcus freaked out and brought the girl back here. "Chill out Dom, he did the right thing. Jonathon would have killed him if he had left her there to be beaten on some more. Everyone just needs to calm down, we need to prepare for the boss' return and figure out a safe way to tell him about her injuries and coma." Leave it to me to have to be the voice of reason... Dominic started in on Marcus again but was cut off by a quick wave of my hand that left him with no voice. "Dom really, not now okay? Just cool it and give me some time to think." "Michael's been in with her for a while now, I really hope the prognosis isn't as bad as it seems." Marcus flinched as he pictured what he had seen upon arrival at Marie's home. Empty beer cans and bottles covered parts of the floor and old pizza boxes had been tossed all over. It was clear to see that Marie's boyfriend was an alcoholic, what wasn't clear was why she was with him in the first place. I really don't get it, Marie is a beautiful girl and she's dating a beer-bellied loser that eats all of her food and refuses to work. She's a feisty woman, standing just five feet six inches with a medium build that's mostly muscle. Her brown hair cascades down her back stopping just before her lower back in waves. I'm not sure about her eye color, I mean, she's pretty bruised up with black eyes and such at the moment but I'm betting on hazel or green. The boss had finally found her after two decades of searching and dreaming of her. See, a demon dreams of his intended long before they ever meet, sometimes before the other is even born. So when Jonathon had alerted us that he had tracked her down, we were put on full duty making sure she was safe and finding out everything about her. Obviously, someone failed on the making her safe part but I knew Jonathon would not be angry with Marcus because he had in fact rescued her from the drunken idiot before he could harm her anymore. The door to her room opened as Michael slipped out silently. "It's pretty bad, but she's very strong and will make it through the injuries. As I was examining her, her face had scratches and bruises form that weren't there when she first arrived. Although they are ugly, they are a sign of healing to an extent, so we should be a little thankful for that. Her left ulna is broken so I've set her arm and put it in a cast; I'll be keeping a close eye on her until Jonathon returns." With that he slipped back into the room as I sent for his personal items and necessities. I flipped out my phone and dialed Jonathon's personal line. "Jonathon, we have a problem and you need to return sooner than planned." "I'm listening..." Sigh "It's Marie, sh-" "I'll be right there." The line disconnected and the room remained silent waiting for Jonathon to appear. Just to my left, a blurred area appeared and Jonathon stood pale as a ghost. "What's happened to her?" "Please, try to calm down and I'll explain everything. Then I'll take you to her room if you want to see her." I filled Jonathon in on the latest and watched as his fists tightened and his nails dug into his skin from anger. "HOW COULD HE?! Does he not know how special she is? Even to a normal human being she's more than average! What is his location and status?" "He has gone awol as of yet, we can't catch his scent anywhere." "I suggest you find it, and soon. Or it's your ass that's on the line, hear me private?!" The man marched off, unable to resist Jonathon's drill sergeant ways. I guess what they say about 'once an army man, always an army man' is true, or it is with Jonathon at least. I watched as Jonathon paced the room in long powerful strides. His form towers over most and attracts more than a few ladies' attention. He stands at a powerful six foot seven inches tall, weighs 204 pounds which is almost pure muscle and I guess you could say he has handsome features. It's safe to say that he dominates any room he walks into, and any female eye that happens to be in said room. "I know you're upset Jonathon, but you need to calm down before you try to go see her. If she were to wake up and see you like this, it would scare the hell out of her and I'm pretty sure that would be a set back in marrying her. Just saying is all." He shot me a look of understanding and sat in the closest chair, stretching his legs out awkwardly trying to rest and calm his anger. "I suppose I wouldn't want to wake up to an angry demon either really." He almost whispered his form of gratitude to where only I could hear. "Michael is with her now, he says that she will pull through easily and that we should be thankful Marcus found her when he did." I patted his shoulder as I walked past towards the room that was now known as hers'. "Come on, I don't want to keep you from your mate any longer. Just promise not to hurt anyone once you see her." "You know damn well that I can't honestly promise that. He could have just broken her nail and I would want to kill him. You'll understand when you find your intended, until then I'm just a raging lunatic protecting a stranger." He shook his head in sadness and walked slowly into the room. His steps were slow and meaningful as he made it towards her bedside. As he took in her appearance, his eyes grew an eerie crimson red portraying his anger and hurt. His look told of all the ways he would seek his revenge and I knew better than to stand in the demon lord's way. The Company - Ashley 01 Ashley 01: Happiness Ashley wasn't sure what to think of Heather. They'd grown up in the same house, been raised by the same loving parents, and even been baptized by the same Catholic priest. That was why the latest news in her younger twin sister's life made Ashley's heart sink in her chest. "You're cheating on Jerry?" The phone was silent for a while and Ashley truly felt like she would cry. It had been a double wedding, Ashley marrying her husband Peter while Heather and Jerry tied the knot. The ceremony was beautiful, performed outside the house they'd grown up in just as the sun was setting, both couples dressed in white, exactly one hundred guests witnessing their vows. Ashley had been so happy that day and now she could feel the tears in her eyes. "I can't help it, Ash," Heather defended. "Michael is everything I ever wanted." "What kind of name is Michael?" Ashley was getting angrier now. She had introduced Heather to Jerry at a party near the end of their last semester of college. Jerry was still in his first year as a finance consultant and Heather was close to earning her bachelor's degree in biology. Six months later they were engaged with a wonderful future ahead of them. "I don't think his name is important, Ash." "I don't think you know what's important right now," Ashley scolded her sister through clenched teeth. "And don't call me 'Ash'." "Alright, I'm sorry." Heather gave a low sigh while Ashley tried to calm down. "What should I do?" "Have you told Jerry?" "No." "How long has this been going on?" "About three months." "Well, first thing's first. You should—" Just then Ashley turned her attention to the older, balding man approaching her desk. "Okay then Mrs. Micheals, I'll contact you once I have an answer. Goodbye." Ashley quickly hung up the phone and greeted the man with a smile. "How's it going, Ashley?" the man asked. Ashley had just been hired four months before, making her the newest addition to his office staff. She had a proper but humble manner that he admired. With her five foot six, slender frame she could have any man in the office she wanted, but so far she had been nothing but friendly with her coworkers. Her strawberry blonde hair curled down to reach just passed her shoulders. Her light green eyes were almost as inviting as her smile. "Great, Mr. Phillips. Just finished speaking with one of my clients." "Good to hear," he said with a grin and continued to his office. A potential minx for sure, he thought, closing the door behind him. The way Mr. Phillips stared at her always made Ashley feel uneasy. A part of her feared that he would never stop studying her and looking over her shoulder until someone newer was hired to take her place. It was Ashley's turn to sigh now as she looked at the clock. Ten minutes until her lunch break, her cheating sister would have to wait. Ashley was just finishing her food when her eyes wandered a few tables over. Jeph was sitting at a table with three girls from an office on the fifth floor. The man was simply amazing, a new collection of girls every week. His muscular body, bleach-blonde hair, and pretty smile surely didn't hurt his efforts. "I don't believe anyone with your blood could ever cheat on her husband," Marlo joked. The entire office new that Ashley was as loyal as women came. "And she doesn't even seem to feel guilty about it," Ashley added, taking her friend's compliment as truth. She took the final bite of her veggie burger and wiped her fingers on a napkin. "I just don't see how." "She's only human, Ashley. You're gonna have to let her sort things out for herself." Ashley considered her friend's advice. She respected Marlo's opinion more than she'd openly admit to anyone she'd only known for a few weeks. Marlo had taken the newest girl in the office under her wing and shown her things that it would have taken months or more to learn. Ashley watched as Jeph stood from his chair and left his flock to stare at his ass while he walked back to his office. Ashley finally asked, "Would you do it?" "Do what?" "Cheat on your husband." Marlo had never married but could easily have any man she chose. Marlo was just a bit taller, perhaps five foot eight, blonde, blue-eyed, and had full, red lips to die for. Men paid more attention to Marlo's perfect figure, though, the hourglass shape and flat stomach were the envy of many women at the company. Ashley was no sore to look at, of course, but Marlo had the bearing of a confident, single woman that attracted all the men. "I'm not easy, Ashley." "That's not what I meant," Ashley said quickly. She had no intention of offending her new friend during their first lunch together. Marlo laughed, almost spilling her coffee. "I'm just messing with you." She put her cup down gently and looked Ashley in the eye. "Its been a long time since I met a man interesting enough to go out with, much less have sex with." "Okay," Ashley said. She would leave it at that. When she finally reached home Ashley couldn't wait to take a warm bath. She didn't expect Peter to be home for another hour and a half, giving her just enough time to relax before throwing something in the microwave. They both had such busy lives nowadays; it was a wonder that they found any time to spend with each other. Tomorrow would be better, though. Ashley would get home from work early so she could spend her third wedding anniversary with her husband. He'd already promised her a candlelight dinner and a bottle of champagne at their favorite restaurant followed by a night of wonderful lovemaking. It was a shame that her birthday was so soon after her anniversary, she would have loved to spread the pampering to different parts of the year. If everything went according to plan, though, she would soon have Mother's Day. Ashley threw her jacket on the sofa and her purse to the coffee table. She considered watching the television to catch up on world event but the soothing bath was too great a temptation. Ashley started to the bedroom to get undressed. As she walked through the dark hallway Ashley glimpsed something in the dining room. For a quick moment she was worried that a stranger had entered her house. A thief, a killer, a rapist, she questioned, giving her goose bumps. Her fears left her, though, when she heard his voice. "Welcome home, honey," her husband said. Surprised and relieved, Ashley turned to see her husband lighting three tall candles on a neatly set table. A delicious looking meal sat on two plates, both paired with their own half-filled glass of wine. From his pocket, Peter pulled out a remote control, pressed a button, and started a CD of soft music Ashley loved. With a smile, he walked over to her, took her hand, and led her to her seat. Still skeptical Ashley sat down and waited for her husband to take his seat before asking, "You do realize that our anniversary isn't until tomorrow, don't you?" Taking a knife in one hand and a fork in the other Peter answered, "Of course. It's marked in a big, red circle on the calendar on our fridge. You should say grace." She looked at him more sternly now, trying to hide her smile. "What's all this?" "This," he said, "is an early start." Peter had always been horrible at unsnapping bras. A few seconds went by before his giggling wife showed mercy and undid it for him. Her curly hair moved gracefully and fell right into place over her shoulders when she turned to look at her husband. The light from the three candles the couple had moved into their bedroom danced in her light green eyes, an effect almost as inviting as her sexy smile. Peter took the straps of that bra and pulled them down to reveal Ashley's C-cup breasts. The nipples already stood out, just smaller than a new pencil's erasers and the same shade of pink. The darkened areas around her nipples were small also, small enough to hide under the palms of her hands if Ashley wished. Not now, though. Ashley welcomed the thought of being exposed to the man she loved. As she unbuttoned his shirt Peter undid his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down while she pushed his top over his shoulders. Swiftly, Peter unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down for her to step out. Her panties soon followed. Ashley's bottom half had never posed a problem for him. Gently, he laid his wife on their bed, kissing her neck and shoulders. One after the other, Peter took a nipple between his lips, sucking it gently, causing her to moan softly. Without touching her, then, he blew on her skin, his warm breath following his trail down her stomach. Finally, he reached her hips and kissed her again, more firmly than before. Then, without warning, she sat up. Before he could protest, she pulled him down to her side and overtook him. Now Ashley's thighs straddled his and she looked down at her husband with a mischievous smile. Taking his hands into hers she kissed his lips, cheek, neck, then shoulders. She licked his chest and tugged his left nipple playfully between her teeth. Moving her bottom half to allow for it, Ashley blew on his stomach, much the same way he had blown on hers. Then, giving Peter one last smile and a deep wicked chuckle she flicked the end of his penis with her tongue and made his eyes roll back with a yearning groan. At first, she only let the tip between her lips. It was obvious by the hardness of his seven inch tool that her husband wanted more. Slowly, she gave it to him, allowing more and more of him into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. Finally, after minutes of moving up and down on his tool and swirling her tongue around him for extra sensation, she let him reach all the way to the back of her throat. Then she stopped and played with his sack for just a little while. Peter's hips bucked from the pleasure now, and she slurped on his cock loudly. He had always loved that. Peter was about to let out his load but Ashley released her oral grip after pinching his base between her fingers. Soon, his feeling subsided and she mounted him again. "I'm wet for you, baby." "Put… it in," was all he could piece together. Ashley raised her hips and held his member in one hand until it was directly under her hole. She could feel herself open up for him as she impaled herself with his member. Another sigh, this one of release, escaped her, as he became buried further and further into her. Finally, she was all the way down and her familiar lover filled her. Up and down she moved, feeling him rub against her inner walls. She loved the way it felt to give her man pleasure and receive so much pleasure in return. As his hands roamed her stomach, rear, and thighs she lost count of her ooh's and his aah's. She came violently as he grabbed her ass in his left hand and a breast in the right. Back and forth, now, she gyrated her hips, feeling his hard dick move with her. Ashley placed both hands on his chest and scratched her way down to his nipples. It felt so good to be in control of both their bodies. "I'm gonna cum, baby." "Cum inside me." That was all he needed. Peter grabbed his wife's waist and forced her down with all his strength. She could feel his cock pulsate and he came in a wave inside her. "Aaaaaaah," he exclaimed as he spurt mercilessly in her hole. Just then, she came too, and her muscles tightened to squeeze the last bit out of him. First her body stiffened, and then she slumped on top of him. Eventually, their breathing returned as their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. When she could move again Ashley kissed her husbands lips, his cheeks, and his neck. Then he hugged her tight. At 11:59 Ashley and Peter lay spooned in their bed, their nakedness a welcome change from the nightgown and boxers. She wondered to herself if they shouldn't always go to bed like this. It was then that Ashley realized that in a minute it would be Heather and Jerry's anniversary too. Ashley closed her eyes and made a silent wish that her sister would do the right thing, whatever that was. The clock rolled to midnight and Peter kissed his wife on the cheek. "Happy anniversary, honey." Ashley turned and looked at her husband's face. She was so lucky, Ashley thought to herself, to have such a perfect marriage. "Happy anniversary, baby," she returned and finally fell to sleep. The Company Barb-B-Que Actually, I don't know what pissed me off the most, the fact that my asshole of a boss was fucking my wife, that half my coworkers were fucking my wife, or that my wife was doing all of this fucking without telling me about it. She knows that my favorite fantasy is to watch her with other men and for six months now she has been getting banged right and left and has hidden it from me. I found out about it quite by accident. My wife Meredith and I were at a bar-b-que at my boss's house. It was just after dark and I had gone outside to take a breather. There was a four foot brick wall around the patio and I had climbed over it, sat down with my back against it and watched the stars come out. I heard footsteps on the other side of the wall and a woman say, "Do you think that Jack (that's me) has any idea that his wife is the company whore?" Another woman's voice said, "Mercy no! That's why RG (my boss) gave him the regional manager's job - to get him out of town and out of the way. The poor fool doesn't have a clue "(she was right - I didn't). Then the footsteps moved away and I heard fading voices, "Just last week when the I.B. Raffen execs were in town I heard that Meredith took on all of them at once and then..." and the voices faded away. My first thought was that it couldn't be my Meredith that they were talking about, but that thought was pushed away by the realization that no one else in the company had a wife named Meredith and the only regional manager named Jack was me. ++++++ The weekend went very slow for me. I watched Meredith for any sign that she was being unfaithful to me, but I could not see any outward signs (not that I had a clue as to what to look for anyway). I was dreading Monday's approach because I would be leaving town for three days on a business trip to Denver - three days that I would be 'out of the way' if the women I'd overheard were right. By the time Monday had come I had made up my mind that I was going to play hooky from my job and find out if those women had been speaking the truth. I threw my suitcase in the car, kissed Meredith goodbye, and drove away, but instead of going to the airport I drove to a downtown hotel and checked in. I went to a rental car company and rented a car and then drove back to my neighborhood. I settled down for what I figured could be a long wait. I was wrong - I'd gotten there just in time to see Meredith come out of the house, get in her car and drive off. I followed her as she drove up to my company's offices. She pulled into visitors parking, but did not get out of the car. For about fifteen minutes Meredith sat there waiting for some one, or some thing, and at eleven-fifteen RG came out of the building and got into the car with her. I followed as they drove across town and eventually pulled into a motel parking lot. RG got out and went into the office. When he came out five minutes later he walked down to a unit and unlocked the door while Meredith pulled into a parking slot just outside. When the door closed behind them there was no longer any doubt in my mind that what I'd heard at the barbecue was true. I gave up my vigil and got on with my business trip. When I returned on Thursday I got out the yellow pages and found the number of a detective agency and made an appointment to see them. They agreed to take the case and I gave my approval for them to place video cameras and listening devices in the house. For three weeks they followed Meredith on a twenty-four hour basis, keeping a log of all her movements, and quite a log it was: Monday Jan 15 Met with five individuals at company headquarters and accompanied them to room 235 of the Marriott where she remained for six hours. Tuesday Jan 16 Went with RG to Motel 6 at 10:30a.m. and remained there with him until 1:30p.m. Met two men at company headquarters at 4p.m. and went to Motel 6 with them. Was in room 116 for five hours with them. Wednesday Jan 17 At home when at 7:15p.m. Sam Jake's (company VP) drove up. Stayed the remainder of the night leaving at 6:15 the next morning. There was not one day while I was gone that Meredith didn't fuck someone or a lot of someone's. I leaned back in my office chair and contemplated the report and what I should do about it. On the one hand I could watch the tapes produced by the hidden cameras and realize my long held fantasy, but on the other hand I wanted to stick it to my boss for turning my wife into the company slut. The first decision I had to make was whether or not to confront Meredith. She was, as far as I knew, a loving wife and I had to believe that she had a good reason for doing what she was doing - I just could not believe that my wife of sixteen years could overnight become a cock hungry slut. My boss, on the other hand, was a sneaky, backstabbing, treacherous bastard. The conclusion I reached was that he had somehow coerced Meredith into what she was doing. I made the decision to confront her. ++++++ It went easier than I expected. I told Meredith that I needed to talk to her and when we sat down I handed her the detective's report. She read it without comment and handed it back to me. "What made you hire detectives?" she asked. I told her about what I'd heard at the barbecue. "All sorts of things happen at company barbecues" she said. "Are you interested in what happened, or is this" and she pointed at the report, "the first step in the divorce proceedings?" "Sweetheart, if there is going to be a divorce it is going to be because you want it, not me. What this report tells me is that you are doing half of what I've always wanted you to do." Meredith raised an eyebrow at me. "Having sex with other men" I said. "The other half is that I'm supposed to be able to watch and I'm pissed that I haven't been able to. But back to your question, yes! I want to know what happened. At a company barbecue held at the beginning of the summer RG had approached her and asked her if she was interested in helping me keep my job. She asked him what he meant and he told her the company was going to downsize and that quite a few people were going to be let go. He told her that based on my performance for the last twelve months that I was going to be one of them, unless, of course, she could see her way clear to help me out. Meredith knew how much I loved my job so she asked RG what he had in mind. He told her that he had always fancied her and in exchange for her having sex with him while I was on my trip he would see to it that my 'negative evaluation' would disappear and a rather more flattering one would take it's place. Meredith had agreed. On my next trip he arrived at my front door at 6p.m. on the day I left and he had kept Meredith on her back or hands and knees for the next six hours. When he left he told Meredith he would call her in the morning and tell her where to meet him the next day. Meredith protested that she had fulfilled her part of the bargain, but RG had laughed at her. "I said during his next trip and that trip is going to be four days long. That means you still have to take care of me tomorrow and the next day." The next day Meredith had met him at the Holiday Inn and RG had spent the entire afternoon fucking her. On the third day he had shown her the video that had been secretly shot of the previous days session. He told her that from then on she would fuck him and whomever he chose or the video would go public. This put Meredith between a rock and a hard place. She knew she could tell me and that I would probably be enthusiastic about the situation, especially if I could find some way to watch, but her father was a Baptist preacher, both her brother's were ministers, and her grandfather was a deacon of the church. She did not dare let them find out what she had done so she gave in to RG's demands. After the first couple of 'dates' she found that she was beginning to like the sex - the quality, and some times the quantity varied, but that just made it more interesting. She had gotten to the point of anxiously awaiting my trips so she could have another sexual experience. "I've found out that I like getting all the sex I can handle" she said, "and if I'd known then what I know now you would have had your fantasy a long time ago. But once RG got me started I couldn't tell you because of the affect it would have had on your job." I laughed when she said that, "I've never been in danger of losing my job. I'm the best producer they have and my regional manager's job wasn't to get me out of town, I got the promotion because I earned it. In fact, the company has been walking on eggshells around me because they know I've had offers to go into business for myself. Going into business for myself means that I'll take most of my accounts with me and the company knows it. What I can't figure out is why RG is taking such a chance at antagonizing me. What do you talk about when you are together?" "Not much" Meredith said, "He mostly brags about how I'm making him the top grossing sale rep in the company. From the way he talks I think it is important to him to show Rita that he is capable of doing more than just sitting in the bosses chair and following her orders." Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue I knew how to stick it to RG for what he had done to Meredith. John Q. Marsden was the founder of the company I worked for. His only child, Rita, was the apple of his eye and when he died he left the company to her. Rita ran the company herself until she married RG. She put RG in charge of the company and she dedicated herself to doing what most rich socialites seem to gravitate to - doing good deeds. She was on every Save The (fill in the blank) committee in town, but she kept a very close eye on the company and several times she had stepped in and pulled RG up short just as he was about to do something bone headed. I asked Meredith, "Are you willing to help me shaft RG?" "Of course" she replied. "Okay" I said, "here is what we are going to do." ++++++ I rang the doorbell of Rita's town home at precisely 1p.m. When I'd called to make the appointment I'd told her that I needed to speak with her about something that was going to have a great impact on the company and that since she was the owner I felt I owed it to her to give her the news in person. The butler let me in and showed me to the library and told me that Rita would be with me shortly. I was glad to see that the library had a TV and a VCR - it would make things easier for me. Rita entered the room and smiling warmly she approached me with her hand offered. "Dave. How nice to see you" I took her hand and said, "Nice to see you too Boss Lady, it's been a long time." She offered me a seat and got right to the point. "I am intrigued at what company business you have to bring here rather that take it to RG?" I frowned, "Actually, it is about RG that I'm here." Rita raised a questioning eyebrow. "RG, for some reason known only to himself, decided to blackmail my wife into helping him increase his sales. I found out about it and as a result I have decided to leave the company and go into business for myself. Since I will be taking most of my accounts with me I thought it only fair to let you know why." Rita's reaction was predictable, "Dave, you can't be serious! RG would never do anything like that. There must be some mistake here." I explained to her about how I'd found out and how I'd hired private detectives and then I took a videocassette out of my briefcase and walked over to the VCR. I turned on the TV, plugged the tape into the VCR and pushed 'play'. The screen lit up and displayed RG in a bedroom with my wife. Both were fully dressed and Meredith was saying, "I am not going to whore for you any longer. I've decided to tell Dave about everything. I hope he will forgive me, but if he doesn't that's a chance I'll have to take." RG gave a snort, "Honey, nothings changed here. You will fuck me and whomever else I tell you to whenever I want you too. If you don't I'll fire Dave in a heartbeat and I'll see to it that videos of you fucking everything in pants get sent to all of your friends and relatives, your church and any place else I can think of. Better think about how that tape will play for your father, the preacher. Imagine going to church and having all eyes turned toward you. Now get your clothes off and suck my cock." The tape then showed both disrobing and went on to show both of them engaged in various sexual activities. I glanced at Rita and was surprised to see her staring at the TV with rapt attention. As I watched her, her fingers moved to her breasts and I saw her pinch her nipples. Her legs started moving apart and I half expected that at least one hand was going to leave her breasts and move downward, but she caught herself and quickly glanced at me. Seeing that I was watching her, her legs closed and she sat up straight. She cleared her throat, "There certainly seems to be enough evidence that I am mistaken in the trust I have placed in RG." And then she was all business. "What can I do to salvage this? I don't want you to leave the company and I certainly don't want to lose all the accounts you would take with you. Is it too late, or is there something I can do?" I shook my head, "Under the circumstances I can not see where I could stay with the company and not do great bodily harm to RG the next time I come in contact with him." Rita looked me straight in the eye and told me, "Whatever you decide, RG is history, which means I have to come back and run the company or find some one else to do it. The job is yours if you stay." That surprised me. I expected her to dump RG, but I did not expect to be offered his job. I told Rita that I would have to think about it and asked her if I could give her an answer the next day, but she did not hear me. Her attention was on the TV screen where RG was preparing to push his cock into Meredith's anus. Rita was starting to breathe heavily and her left hand had moved to her breast. In a low husky voice she said, more to herself than me, "She isn't really going to let him do that, is she?" And then in an even lower voice, "Oh god" as RG''s cock slowly disappeared in Meredith's ass. I reached over and turned up the sound so Rita could hear Meredith's groans of pleasure as RG serviced her 'brown eye'. Rita's full attention was on the screen and she did not notice when I got up and moved behind her chair. I reached over her shoulders and placed my hands on her tits and started caressing them. Rita gave a start, but didn't push me away, instead her hands came up and covered mine. On the screen Meredith was moaning, "Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good. Harder! Fuck me harder." Rita said, "She really is quite beautiful, isn't she? She doesn't look like she hates what she's doing." "She doesn't" I said, "She just hates that she is being blackmailed into doing it." Rita stopped my hands. "Are you going to fuck me?" "Do you want me to?" I replied. She turned to me, "I've never been fucked in my ass." I smiled at her, "I guess we need to correct that, don't we?" ++++++ Meredith is still fucking for the company, only now she is doing it because she wants to, not because she is being made to. I've never asked her to, but when we sit down to dinner and she asks me how my day went and I mention that things are not going well with a particular account, she will always ask, "Would it help if I met with him (or them)?" and I've never said no. Rita kicked RG out of her life. He tried to fight it, but Rita had asked me if she could keep the video in case she needed it for the divorce. When RG's lawyer saw it he advised RG to take whatever Rita offered and get on with his life. I still see Rita several times a month and Meredith has hinted that she would like to try a threesome with Rita and me, but I don't know if I want to go there - yet! Rita has also volunteered to help Meredith take care of 'select customers' and I'm going to take her up on it. In fact, this weekend I am going to have a bar-b-que at our house and as Meredith once said, "All sorts of things happen at company barbecues." It will be interesting to see what happens at this one.