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Tiffany's Deception

By: engywwok



This first installment is mostly set up. This set up will allow the coming updates to be mostly sexual in nature. This is an interracial story. If this offends you please do not read.

*****

I can't really say where it all started. I mean, beginnings after all are such difficult things. Did I begin at conception, or at birth? Did my essence begin with my father's smile, the one my mother found so irresistible? What if my father had followed the rest of his family to South Carolina? They moved when the brake assembly plant shut down. Dad stayed in Ohio. Ohio was where the young woman lived who eventually became my mother. Perhaps, the antecedents of my life were present even then. 

If that logic is correct, so that my mother's affinity for my father's smile was, in fact my ethereal beginning, then my present situation can be traced to a promise. It was given to me seven and a half years ago. Back then, I had just graduated from High school and was enrolled in the local community college. I've always worked on computers. In high school I was in charge of the student network, it was an electronic forum for socializing, gaming and online tutoring. Students could access assignments and get help with those assignments any time of the day and any day of the week. It came easy to me. I guess that's good because I also ran track and played basketball all four years of high school. 

The promise that I've referred to, came from John. Now he's my boss and CEO of the company I work for. Back then, he was just a guy with an idea. That idea was RealComp Industries. It was a good idea, and he was passionate about it. I was caught up in that excitement. So I decided to give my time and nearly all of my energy to this idea. I was sure the company he was creating would succeed and when it did it only made sense that my efforts would be recognized. 

The company's done more than just succeed. In the last two and a half years RealComp has experienced almost exponential growth. Hell, it's doing great. 

We sell hardware and software solutions for inventory and security needs. Our account reps walk their customers through the process of choosing, configuring and maintaining their installations. What sets us apart is our price and reputation. For a customized solution we are the cheapest. Our hardware is assembled in the USA and we create customized software here. When the Great Recession hit we were singled out as being one of the most cost effective, U.S based, solutions in the market. Three trade magazines featured interviews with John. 

At first, my duty was to maintain the company's computers. Since we only had a couple of employees I also worked the helpdesk and answered the phones. Fortunately, that role ended the first time the File Sever went down. As John wrung his hands like a frightened grandmother, I calmly restored the entire system from back up with no data loss. Two days later I was supervising a new hire for the helpdesk. I was dedicated to RealComp even as I earned my Associates and Bachelor degrees. During those years, although I frequently racked up forty to fifty hours a week, I was paid for twenty hours. I was officially a part timer but I routinely gave the company twenty to thirty hours a week without pay. All of that sacrifice was meant to show my loyalty and devotion. In hindsight, I'm not sure it showed anything. 

Anyway, the promise was a simple one. "Stay with us and your hard work will be rewarded." Though John never said it that succinctly, it was always implied, even from the very start. It was agreed that directly after graduation I would get a salary based upon full time hours. This agreement, unlike his promise was honored. I graduated in the first week of June, and, after a week of vacation I started full time as the information manager at RealComp. For someone accustomed to working full time but only getting paid for twenty hours, the new salary felt like a bonus. The best part was that I finally was a part of the team. I went to meetings and I talked with other employees instead of just fixing their computers. They conferred with me on expansion issues and asked for feasibility projections. I felt like an equal. I bought a new car and for the first time, ate lunch with some of the Account Managers. 

By Christmas, I was as much a member of the admin team as John. My change in status was obvious at the Company Christmas party. In the old days I always parked as far away from John's house as I could. Back then I didn't want the Account Managers walking past my rusty old Mazda on their way to their new cars. This Christmas I counted seventy four steps from my Lexus to John's front porch. The prior Christmas, I had stood motionless for a good two minutes at his red front door trying to compose myself before I knocked. Jamie, John's wife, opened the door as if she had been standing there the whole time. She is always a gracious host, but being in her fancy home always made me feel a bit uneasy. As if at any moment I was going to break something. But that was before my graduation, this last Christmas I wore the first suit I had ever bought with my own money. It fit great and I felt great wearing it. I wasn't the first guest to arrive nor was I the last. Jamie greeted me with the same gracious smile and handshake and then motioned for me to come into the house. I helped myself to a drink like an equal. 

My first year was great, sales were up and the company was flush with sudden cash. I took advantage of the situation and made prudent investments in the infrastructure, the kind of things that would have been questioned or even frowned upon in a more anemic environment. The second year passed with big bonuses. I used mine to pay down my student debt. Our Summer Parties, like our Christmas parties were thrown at John's house. It was at the Summer Party of my third year as a manager that I learned about the new position. It was VP for North East sales. Robert Billings and Richard Kilberdt, two of our oldest Account Managers, came to me with cocktails in their hands and asked if I would do them a favor. 

"Come on man, can't you tell us who is going to be the new Vice President for the north East region?" Robert asked. 

Richard shot Robert an incredulous grin. Then asked with an overwrought pacing of his words, "what he meant to ask was, you can see emails can't you? I know you don't, but you could, couldn't you?

My gaze shot between them both, then after taking a sip of my drink I asked "What the hell are you guys talking about?" I was genuinely perplexed. 

Robert laughed hoarsely then asked, "You don't know do you?" 

"Know what?" was my only reply before I lifted my glass; this one was a long draw on my Gin and tonic. 

"John is dividing the northern territory in half. My friend here believes he is getting it, I believe Robert is an idiot. We just thought you might know something." Richard said, and then looked down into his small dark cup. 

I didn't answer them, instead, I tilted my head grinned and walked over to the hors devours table. I didn't say anything because, they were right I didn't know, and that was unusual. I kept quiet about our conversation. Office politics was never something I was particularly good at, so I just played it cool and acted as normal as possible and I'm so glad that I did, as in any fast growing company changes often go through a lot of stops and starts. There was nothing said or done about the position until the following spring. That was when I was taken into the conference room and introduced to Tiffany. 

I forgot Tiffany's last name and damn near forgot my own when I saw her. Tiffany is a five foot eight inch buxom brunette with smooth, unblemished skin and hazel eyes that were as disarming as a sudden blow to the head. Later, when the introductions were complete, I had the time to get a good look at our new Vice President of North East sales. She was wearing a nice pair of four inch heels, so she wasn't as tall as I had originally surmised. Barefoot, Tiffany was probably five feet four inches tall. Her height was the only misconception I could find. Her large chest was in perfect contrast to her flat stomach and perfectly shaped ass. She had a captivating smile and an impeccable resume. She held a master's degree from a well-known University and had over ten years of practical experience in our field. She had just moved to the city and was looking for a position in a small company when she ran into John.

Nine o'clock the next morning Dave sent out the email announcement. Later in the afternoon, Tiffany and John toured the building making all the necessary introductions with the staff and explaining her new role. She settled in pretty well, that is, until the middle of the summer. Her sales team was falling behind. Quotas weren't being met and she was absent far too much for a person in her position. 

There was a lot of talk that she wouldn't make it through the year. 

Then, we had our annual summer time party and everything for Tiffany changed. Looking back, I suppose everything changed for me that night too. 

The summer party is always a formal affair. John lives across town in one of those neighborhoods where the street signs are made out of wood with the names in base relief. The streets have two lanes that are divided by a small verdant space and the street lights are on black caste iron poles. Unlike my neighborhood, no one is afraid to walk their dog or jog late at night. My date had copped out and unfortunately so had the electricity in part of our building. Normally, a power outage isn't a problem, but this time the RDS server didn't come back up. All of our people use that server. I was tempted to tear it down and see why it hadn't come up automatically, but I was already late for the party. So I stopped by the office and manually rebooted the server. Once I got it back up and running I locked up the office and drove to John's house. 

I had to park on the opposite end of the street. When I got to the door, I was ushered in by Tony and his new wife Jill. He works our helpdesk. They were leaving to go home and relieve their babysitter. I walked inside, said my hellos and made my way to the bar. I was talking to Rob when I first saw Tiffany. She was wearing a simple red dress with matching red high heels. She was talking to Richard and holding a glass of white wine. As I watched her, it became obvious that she was only half listening to him. Every couple of seconds her eyes would scan the crowd. Occasionally her glance would linger on someone or something but never so long that Richard seemed to notice. Eventually she excused herself and made her way around the room. She and I talked for a minute about the new tablets that had been given to her sales staff. 

"Those were a great idea." Tiffany said with a lingering smile. 

"Thanks, I figured it was a good buy and the time was right. I'm glad I was able to get them with the memory and processor upgrades." I replied automatically. When I looked up to Tiffany's face, she was looking away from me like she had with Richard. 

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave early. My son is with my mother and I promised to rescue him before midnight. I'm going to say goodbye to John. I'll see you on Monday at the office." Tiffany told me with a bewitching smile and a warm touch on my forearm. I tried not to stare as she wended her way through the crowd. I went out onto the patio. The night was beautiful with a full moon and light breeze. John kept the sliding doors open so people were milling back and forth between the house and the outside bar that was next to the stone barbeque. 

"Nice to see you could make it Ed." 

I turned to shake John's hand. He had that same enthusiasm in his eyes. John swept his hand around and told me, "I told Jamie I could pull this off. She's in Dallas visiting her cousin. The poor woman's got a terminal case of twins."

"Well I suppose congratulations are in order. I mean anyone can have twins, but to pull off a company party at your house. I've been here over an hour and I still haven't heard any breaking glass. Now that's a feat." I said with a slight wave of my hand. 

John laughed then caught the attention of one of the waiters and told him to bring us both drinks. I tried to beg off telling him that I had already drank my limit. John didn't seem to notice my protestations, so I held the glass and tried to sip as we talked. Before I knew it the glass was empty and John was handing me another. I had a great time but knew from the second glass that I couldn't drive home. 

I must have been out in the patio for a long time. When I went back into the house, I found that most of the people were gone. I didn't want the few that were left to know that I was too drunk to drive, but I also couldn't leave, so I decided to walk it off. When no one was looking I walked out the front door and started walking in the general direction of my car. I passed my car and at the end of the street I made a right and discovered that the block was a long affair. I walked past several small business that were closed for the night but walked into the twenty four hour coffee shop. I got a king sized coffee with two added shots of espresso. I drank it slowly in an overstuffed chair at the back of the shop. I was at the bottom of my cup when Tiffany walked in. She approached the counter and ordered something cold. She waited there at the counter fidgeting like a novice thief until the attendant took her money. She handed him a bill and pointed for him to put the change in the tip jar. At the door Tiffany turned and shot the attendant a wicked smile before the door slammed shut behind her. The boy hadn't moved since Tiffany paid for her drink. I saw her car pull away and that's when I noticed that my cup was empty. When my cup hit the trash can the barista nearly jumped out of his apron. 

I smiled at the kid, waved my goodbye and walked out the same front door Tiffany had used. Why was Tiffany at the coffee shop? She left the party a couple of hours before I did. She had plenty of time to get home. I was suddenly ashamed of believing her. It was plain that I wasn't important enough for the truth. John's street was empty when I reached my car. The accent lights in John's front yard were on but everything else was dark. Those dim lights turned out to be enough to see the back of Tiffany's car. It was sitting in John's open garage. 

My car was parked under a tree. I stood in the pool of shadow staring at the BMW. Why was Tiffany back at the bosses' house? Had she forgotten something? No, if you forget something you park in front. She was trying to hide her car. She didn't want anyone to know that she had come back to John's house. Why? Why would she care? I found myself ruminating over this question as I crossed the street and stole along the edge of John's hedge row. 

From my new vantage point, John's patio looked like the stage of a private amphitheater. To my left stood the brick wall of the house with the curtained sliding patio doors. It posed as the back stage. To my right were the tiers of flowers and shrubs that rose up like rows of theatre seating. First, there was a row of flowers. These were annuals that ringed the stage. Above them were the azaleas and rhododendron. Then a row of red and pink roses. At the top was a ring of dense arborvitae. 

With the thick hedgerow behind me and the arborvitae in front, I felt completely invisible. The breeze didn't even penetrate the bushes. The only light was from the moon. I found a spot in the arborvitae where the yellow light from the patio torches streamed through more easily. So I went to it and found a delicious sight. 

Tiffany was standing in front of the barbecue. She was holding a wine glass and was taking a slow slip. John was sitting in a chair just outside the sliding doors. Tiffany put the wine glass down. The corners of her mouth rose as she licked her lips and turned to look at John. 

"I'll get the numbers back up. Joe and Tim had some home issues. That's over and don't forget that we had that bad installation in Renco." Tiffany said. She was replying to a question I hadn't heard. 

"The numbers will come up. What I want to know is how are you going to make them rise?" John said with an edge in his voice. 

Tiffany pursed her beautiful rosy lips and took a moment before replying. "I'll work the leads myself if I have to." 

"You can't." John said cutting Tiffany off. 

"You are a VP what are you going to do?" John asked. His voice held the same edge but now there was also impatience behind his words. 

"I'll work on it. I'll..."Tiffany repeated but stopped when John waved his hands. 

"You told me that already. Tell me something else." John started to look disgusted 

Tiffany stared at the floor as she said, "maybe a mail campaign to drum up extra business." 

Tiffany went quiet when John abruptly turned around in his seat. When he turned back he was holding some papers in his hand. 

Without looking up at her, John held the papers between them and started rattling off a list of possible interventions. He told her that instead of just throwing away money and paper she could try opening a business directory and check out the businesses that would most likely benefit from our services and products. As he got farther down the list he began to bite off each word as if their utterance offended him. 

John finished with, "invite the CEOs of our current customers to a product demo. Make sure there is plenty of free food and drinks. Then casually hit each up for a referral." 

As John finished his list a pall fell over the patio. He was obviously disappointed that Tiffany hadn't put forth any of these ideas. Tiffany stared at the floor and John stared at her. There was no warmth in his eyes. He was as angry as I had ever seen him. 

"You would be doing this shit if these were true.", John spat as he crumpled the papers in his fist. "We don't lie and we can't abide a liar. I don't see how we can keep you Tiffany." John said flatly. 

"Is it really that bad?" Tiffany asked as she licked her lips and her eyes searched the floor. 

"You can't do the job. You lied on your resume, hell, you don't even have a master's degree. I got to hand it to you, you sure had the wool over my eyes. I'd never have given you the job but for all of the back story you put into this." John said as if he were apologizing. 

"I need the job. It's been the best thing that's ever happened to Michael and me. I can do better, I know I can if only you'll give me the chance." Tiffany sounded less and less frightened as she spoke. Tiffany's eyes flitted upward for just a moment. She had a mischievous grin on her face. I'm certain John didn't see it. 

John sounded tired as he said, "I'm sorry Tiffany, I know you and your son need this job. I need someone who can perform. And someone who's not going to lie to me. I'll make sure you get a month's salary and you'll keep your benefits till the end of the quarter. Now I think you better go home." 

Tiffany took a couple of steps toward the garage then stopped and turned to face John. John looked puzzled as she asked, "How many people know about my resume?" 

"I was so embarrassed that I hadn't checked it that I didn't tell anyone. It'll be our secret if you wish." John answered. This time it was his turn to stare at the floor. 

"So no one knows about it?" Tiffany asked. Her question sounded more like a statement. 

"No." John said dismissively. 

Tiffany turned and lifted her gaze up to John. Their eyes locked. 

"Oh dear God." I said out loud. Thankfully it was just a whisper. In front of me, on the other side of the hedge Tiffany had shrugged out of her red dress. She stood like a statue in front of my boss. Her huge breasts were tipped with wide pink nipples that rose to small buds in the evening air. John didn't say a word as the buxom brunette stepped out the red ring her fallen dress had made on his patio. Tiffany approached John with the grace and confidence of a show girl. By now she was between John and the round patio table that had been used for drinks. 


Tiffany's Deception Ch. 02



 Continuation of Character development. This is an interracial story where the woman eventually shows her slutty side. A little formulaic but i hope you find it worth the time.

*****

I got to work early on Monday. Normally I'm the first one in the office. Since I was even earlier than normal I was surprised to see Tiffany's BMW. It wasn't in her normal parking space. It was in the last row under the low mulberry tree, a place that a woman like her would never park her expensive status symbol. Like some kind of amateur sleuth, I killed the headlights and parked at the other end of the lot. Then I quietly made my way through the shadows to the building. I used my pass key to get in through the back door. The alarm panel started beeping. If Tiffany was here she hadn't deactivated the alarm; I had thirty seconds to turn it off before it sounded and alerted the police. I ran to the security keypad located in the front office. Fortunately I got to the keypad in time. The alarm didn't sound so I stood still and waited several minutes for any sign of movement. The building was dark and completely quiet. Perhaps by leaving the alarm on, she would have been forewarned of anyone coming in? 

Then reality kicked in and I thought, "Well, maybe she's not here." To make sure, I decided to take a look around. If I ran into someone, anyone, I'd need a reason for stalking around in the dark. I decided to pick up an old hard drive from the storage room. If asked, I could just lift it up and say that I was replacing a faulty drive. 

All of our offices have large glass transoms on either side of the door. Tiffany's office is on the side of the building opposite mine, so I picked up the hard drive and walked across the building. When I turned the corner and walked down the hall where Tiffany's office was located, I stopped. Her office lights were on. The light spilling out into the hall wasn't the stark white light of the overhead fluorescents but was soft and yellow. Most likely from the floor lamp next to her plants. I walked steadily up to Tiffany's office, she was seated at her desk. She was staring at something in her office that was too far off to the right for me to see. The hall lights were off, so I was standing in pitch black, but I felt as obvious as the noon day sun. I moved back away from the transom. My view of Tiffany's office narrowed but I could still see her and Tiffany was more interested in something I couldn't see. Then, from the right, Daniel stepped into view. 

He was dressed in normal business casual attire. He was smirking as he said something to Tiffany. Tiffany's expression could have set the office on fire. Daniel shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up like an act of surrender. Tiffany's expression softened. She stood up and walked around her desk. God, I wish I could hear what they were saying but the door was closed, the air conditioning was on and they were obviously talking quietly to each other. Then Daniel smiled, said something and Tiffany giggled and shook her head. It was then that Daniel's expression turned fiery. He reached out and took hold of Tiffany's forearm pulled her close and said something to her. He showed his teeth as he spoke. Daniel's baleful expression didn't soften until Tiffany slowly nodded her head. Then, Daniel's eyes sparkled and he was all smiles. 

Tiffany stepped back and picked up a dress that had been laying on the chair. She held it against her. It was short. In fact, it was much shorter than anything I'd ever seen her in. Daniel held up a pair of shoes. Tiffany's mouth dropped open. She shook her head and appeared about to protest when Daniel reached out and held her chin in his palm. With his thick fingers he made Tiffany's lips purse. The look of danger was back in his eyes as he held the clear four inch mules before Tiffany's face. They were stripper shoes. Daniel said a few more things and then kissed Tiffany on the cheek and then backed away. Tiffany nodded, took the shoes from Daniel and disappeared into the Records Room. I felt the door shut behind her. Several minutes later the door swung open and a very different Tiffany emerged. She approached Daniel as if on a catwalk. When she reached him she entwined her body around his and kissed him passionately. Their tongues danced together as his hands ran up and down her body. The dress had a plunging neckline and a hemline that hugged her thighs only a couple of inches below her perfectly shaped ass. Finally, his groping stopped and with both hands on her shoulders Daniel guided Tiffany to the floor. What I saw next was the most erotic image of my life. 

Still wearing her clear stripper shoes, Tiffany rested on her knees and anxiously unzipped Daniel's pants. She hauled out his black cock and in a flash, Tiffany changed from a proud business executive to a nasty wanton slut. She broke eye contact with Daniel. Instead of his eyes she stared at his massive cock. With a slight smile playing on her lips Tiffany slowly rubbed his meat. Then she pressed her face against the veiny shaft and rubbed her cheek against it. She held it away from his pants and slowly planted little kisses all along it length.. Slowly her mouth moved up toward the tip. It was wet from his drooling pre-cum. She kissed away the moisture. Then ran her wet tongue up and down his length. 

After several minutes, the black shaft was covered with the moisture from Tiffany's tongue and it shone like polished ebony. Daniel was visibly panting when Tiffany finally took the head of his engorged cock into her mouth, he put both of his hands on the desk behind her head and arched his back. His mouth was open but whatever he was saying did not make it through the closed door. The meaning of his actions were clear. Daniel started making quick jerking motions with his pelvis. He put one hand on the top of Tiffany's back. It appeared to be there more to steady himself than to force Tiffany to swallow his seed. Because there was no indication that she was backing away from his release. Tiffany accepted his length into her mouth and throat as she lovingly caressed his thick testicles. Daniel's need could not be denied. He pressed forward, planted his other hand on Tiffany's desk leaned on it and roared. Daniel's sudden shift pushed Tiffany backward against her desk. She was now sandwiched between Daniel's muscular black thighs and the front of her massive desk. I kept my eyes on her as Daniel screamed again. Tiffany never stopped swallowing. Finally, Daniel pushed himself away from the desk and out of Tiffany's mouth. Tiffany sagged against the front of her desk. She was flush. The tops of her breasts were a mottled pink. There was drool and a thick strand of semen hanging from her dainty little chin. Tiffany wiped the fluid off her face and swallowed it. She then grabbed the base of Daniel's cock tightly and moved her hand upward to the crown of his manhood. As her hand reached the head a line of thick seminal fluid ran from the tip of Daniels cock and pooled onto Tiffany's hand. Again the wanton slut licked up the seed and swallowed it. 

After a few moments, Daniel reached down and helped Tiffany up. Tiffany leaned back against the desk then took a couple of steps toward the records room. 

"Wait a minute." Daniel bellowed loud enough for me to hear through the door and over the air conditioning.

Tiffany stopped. Daniel buttoned the top of his pants but left his belt unfastened and his zipper open. Then he walked past Tiffany into the Records Room. A moment later he emerged holding Tiffany's dress wadded up in his hand. Tiffany came from behind him. Her arms were straight down her sides with her fingers pulling down the bottom of the short dress. The tight material would only stretch so far, even pulling as much as she was, the dress stayed scandalously short. It was obvious that if she wore that dress today, she couldn't even think of bending over. I smiled to myself envisioning the haughty bitch walking down the hall for her Monday morning meeting. At every step the small dress threatening to ride up and expose her bare ass. And she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. With no designer clothes to hide behind she'd be as vulnerable as Eve. Her piety would serve her for nothing. Because everyone would see her. They would see the tops of her breasts and the shape of her ass. The entirety of her shapely legs would be on display. Her true self would be known. 

My musing stopped when Daniel finished buckling his belt and started walking toward the door. The door in front of me. I'd be found out as soon as the door swung open. The light would show me standing their enjoying Tiffany's debauchery. I couldn't move. I was frozen. I should have moved or at least walked farther down the hall. But I did nothing, I didn't even breathe, then Daniel stopped. He turned around held out his hand and said something to Tiffany. Tiffany was crestfallen. I stepped back away from the door. But I couldn't walk down the hall. I had to see what was coming next. Daniel back stepped until he was standing in front of Tiffany. Tiffany's legs opened at his approach. Their lips met as he pressed against her. Tiffany edged back onto her desk. Her mouth opened and she licked Daniel's lips. Tiffany tried to pull Daniel on top of her as she lowered herself back onto the desktop. Daniel bent over her, passionately kissing her and fondling her perfect legs and near naked ass. 

The scene was easy to interpret, Tiffany's voluptuous body was open and willing. Daniel could do as he chose. She wanted to couple and mate with him, but Daniel had other plans. In an instant he stepped away from her and pulled her panties down her legs. To make it easier for him Tiffany moved her legs and pointed her toes. Daniel held the black panties between them and then suddenly pulled away from Tiffany. With a contemptuous smile Daniel tossed the crumpled dress onto Tiffany's chair. Daniel's lips slid back from his teeth as his smile grew into something ravenous. 

Fortunately Daniel bellowed out his intent as he said, "Bitch, there's your dress. Hell I can't have your naked ass going up and down the halls."

Tiffany propped herself up on her elbows. Her soft white breasts spilled out the top of the dress. She rested her heels on the edge of the desk so her knees were apart and high up in the air. Her pussy was naked, accessible and ready. But Daniel didn't move; he didn't take the invitation, instead he laughed. 

Tiffany sat up and tucked her breasts back into the top of her dress. She looked vaguely disappointed but mostly hurt. She didn't look at Daniel, instead she slid off the desk and stood barefoot facing her tormenter. She kept her gaze at his feet. She said something that I couldn't hear and Daniel laughed again. 

Daniel took on a slow rhythmic drawl as he replied to Tiffany. He said, "We're not done; not even close to being done. We agreed upon two things, you is mine when I want it."

Sheepishly, Tiffany began to protest. With a slow wag of her head she said, "We agreed to one day a week." 

Daniel glared at her. There was violence behind his eyes. It was obvious that Tiffany saw it. She averted her eyes and stared at the floor beneath their feet. 

"You got one thing right. It's one day at a time." Daniel said through a softening sneer that culminated in a warm inviting smile. In an instant Daniel's demeanor changed and he sounded like a friend as he said, "Now, I'm sure you is going to be well compensated for all of your work. Your sales will pick up and all of this stuff will just be memory. A good memory I hope. I mean I'd like to think when you're older and your son says that you just don't understand you can smile back and tell him that you know more than he thinks." Daniel exhaled then continued, "You're a smart lady. You didn't have to do this. You could have walked away. Hell I'm sure John would have given you an even better severance. I'm thinking you are doing this for something. Tell me what it is? Why are you having sex with me."

Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and said sheepishly, "This is the best thing I've ever had".

"You mean this?" Daniel said with light squeeze of the bulge in his pants. 

Tiffany grinned and rolled her eyes. "Yes that's good too."

Daniel looked hurt, "Good?"

Tiffany giggled and replied, "Oh, that's the best. The best I've ever had." Tiffany moved closer and squeezed Daniel's meat through pant leg and said through a mischievous grin "My job is great and well, getting this" Tiffany pressed herself against Daniel and gave his cock a few quick pumps. "Makes me love my job." She finished with a wicked grin. 

Daniel smiled back and said, "Well, let me tell you, knowing that you are walking around here as hot as pepper in August makes this a great place to work. What makes me love my job is knowing that you are completely accessible." 

Daniel let the thong he had taken from Tiffany dangle from his index finger. Then he pulled a small pocketknife out of his pants and cut the tiny thing into two pieces. As he let the ruined panty fall to the floor Daniel took a deep cleansing breath and announced "Now that's better." 

Tifany stared wide eyed at Daniel as he put the knife away and ticked off his expectations. Daniel talked like a man accustomed to getting what he wanted as he said, "First, no panties. That's not one day a week. That's every day of the week. Of course you can wear them when your monthly time comes around. During that time you can wear slacks. No tight pants, just some nice slacks that will make me wonder what's underneath. All of them other days you are wearing a skirt or dress and nothing underneath, so don't wear one of them outfits with the bottoms sewn in already. None of them damn skirts that come with their own built in panties. You understand?" 

Tiffany gave a demure smile and nodded as she said, "You want me accessible. That's naughty. I like that. I can be nasty. I can be real nasty. You're not trying to make me lose my job are you?"

"Now, why would I do that? Really, why in the hell would I want to do that?" Daniel quickly replied. 

"Hell this place just got interesting." Daniel added. 

"Well, me without panties makes your job more interesting" Tiffany said.

"No, it's more than that..." Daniel snapped. 

Tiffany finished Daniel's thought by saying, "now you can take me any time you want. Out by the dock, in the storage room or right here in my office. I'm open to you, but only you know it." 

Tiffany licked her lips, stepped lightly up to Daniel and gave him a long, soft, wet kiss. 

Daniel looked thoughtfully at Tiffany then in a slow deliberate voice he said, "I don't have the kind of job you have, I don't get bonuses and I don't get a feeling of fulfilment. When the job is done and it's done right I get to go home without any worries. Don't get me wrong, the retirement plan is better than most and the hours are good. When I was younger I went home with sore muscles and an aching back and I did it for less pay. I don't mean to lose my job because of this arrangement between you and John. You say no and you mean it, then well, I'll stop. But, after what you just said, I guess I don't have too much to worry about." 

Tiffany smiled and just said simply "No, you don't have anything to worry about. You're discreet and what we are doing for John will stop when my numbers come up. Till then, I'll wear what you want... and yes, I'll not wear what you tell me not to... Hell, if it's interesting, then maybe you and I can continue this even when John is out of the picture." 

Daniel laughed; when he stopped he looked appraisingly at Tiffany then reiterated his expectations. This time she didn't argue about how many times a week or what clothes she could wear. She had learned her place in this game.

For the rest of the morning, I tried to convince myself that nothing was actually happening. Then I saw Tiffany go to lunch. She was wearing her normal variety of jewelry; large beads with silver accents. Her dress was also of the normal variety. Tiffany was not the kind of woman you could look at, from any distance and not know she was a woman. Tiffany never hid or downplayed her large breasts and perfectly shaped ass and legs. So she looked normal that is, until you got to the shoes. 

Even on the coldest days, Tiffany never wore hose or tights. That normal decision was now defined as something completely different. Without the shoes, baring her smooth shapely legs was a normal everyday occurrence. After all, it's the fashionable thing to do these days. But the shoes hinted at a secret persona. It was impossible to look at Tiffany while she wore those stripper heels and not wonder what was under that professional suit. Wearing the shoes turned her simple acceptable decision to bare her legs into a whorish exhibition. The shoes hinted at a secret persona that she kept just out of reach from us. Her acquiescence to the demand of wearing the shoes was utterly complete. Tiffany's demeanor didn't change in the slightest. She walked down the halls normally. She talked and joked with others as if she were wearing a pant suit and boots. 

On my way to the morning meeting I found myself behind Tiffany. With four inch heels Tiffany's ass swayed seductively with each step. Her dresses were always just less than conservative, but with those heels on, she looked wanton. Simply watching her walk filled my mind with images of her fucking Daniel. The knowledge that she was completely bare under that brief skirt made me hard. The other men in the meeting may not have known about Tiffany's lack of panties but every one of them stared at her throughout her presentation. I looked around the room and saw that nearly every man was transfixed. They were cats eying a mouse. Tiffany was at the display board. She was droning on about sales and income. She said something about projections and percentages. All I saw was her perfect ass pushed up nicely by those clear stripper shoes. All I heard was the voice in my head saying "Oh God, I gotta get me some of that." Followed by the wish that she would bend over or sit on the edge of the desk. 

Of course, with or without the shoes, Tiffany never bent over at the waist. Occasionally she took a big step and the hem of her skirt rode up, but overall, her presentation was the same as any other she had given, except that no one argued or questioned her. 

There were a couple more presentations. Who gave them and what they said will forever be a mystery to me. Because once Tiffany sat down, I could do nothing but look at her perfect, shapely legs that she kept re-crossing in front of her. Those beautiful, perfectly shaped legs were perched perfectly atop a sexy pair of clear stripper mules. The dress hugged her like a hungry snake. It was elegant and I'm sure it was quite expensive. The top showed a good four inches of the most incredible cleavage I've ever seen. She may have thought that the thick necklace with the two inch round beads gave the tops of her breasts some needed cover. But really the necklace was the perfect excuse to look at her exposed tits. 

The meeting lasted almost to lunch time so when the door opened everyone scattered. I watched Tiffany walk down the hall atop those shoes. Though she was elegant and graceful, she also exuded a wantonness that her expensive business suit and tasteful jewelry could not hide. I looked around, several of the associates, many who were staff in her own department were also staring down the hall. 

Tiffany looked great as she left the building. She was as alluring as any runway model. The allure didn't radiate just from her beauty. She was certainly beautiful. Like any beautiful woman she could make a man feel great just by standing next to him. But the allure was earthier and base. It connected to our basic drive to take a mate and possess the vehicle of our immortality. I didn't want to stand next to Tiffany; I wanted to fuck a baby into her. 




Tiffany's Deception Ch. 02



After lunch I found myself jumping at any chance to work on her side of the building, but Tiffany stayed in her office behind her desk. She came out for two short meetings. The last one was with logistics; Daniel's department. It was five o'clock when the door opened and a couple of the crew made their way out. Looking at their watches, the first two decided to finish the day with a smoke break. Three more came out joking among themselves. 

I overheard their banter as I pretended to be working in an access panel in an alcove by the emergency exit. "Damn did you see Tiff?" Todd said with giggle. 

After a quick look up and down the hall, Tony replied "Fuck, how could I miss that? A blind man could see that. After looking at her walk around the room, I'm going to be hurting for a week. God Damn, I'd give my ass to tap that shit." 

Barry chimed in with, "Eww. Who would want your ass as a trade?" 

All three of the guys laughed. Then Barry, added quietly, "Tiff is a fine looking woman. But you all better be quiet if you want to keep your jobs."

Todd and Tony shrugged and turned toward the loading dock when someone said, "Hey, what you guys up to?" It was Tiffany. Her new shoes clicked a light drum beat in the hall. 

Barry spoke up first, he was apologetic as he said "we still got some cases that need to go out."

Tony quickly added, "Yeah, and there's some cleaning up after Todd dropped those peanuts all over. Man, those things get some static electricity in them and they stick to everything." 

Todd sounded wounded as he answered, "It wasn't my fault, the box was closed. How can I help a split box? Shoot you could have told me before I tried to lift it."

Daniel walked out to a lot of laughter. 

Tiffany smiled and then said something about them all getting back to their jobs. Daniel agreed and said, "Yeah, you guys need to get those last cases to Arlington out and the dock cleaned before we all check out. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for all of us." 

Again Barry was the one who spoke up. He looked around at the other dock workers and said "Come on, let's get this done. Todd, don't use the shop vac. It'll make those damn things cling to everything." Barry then looked at Tony and told him that he would help him put those cases together and mail them out. 

Tiffany looked around the group and announced cheerily "Well, I guess that settles that. Daniel, looks like Barry's got your job sewn up."

Barry boomed and waved his hands as he said, "Oh don't say that, I don't want him thinking that."

While small talk broke out and everyone was laughing Barry suddenly looked stricken. The reason was Daniel. I looked over the group and saw that while everyone else was talking and joking with each other, Daniel was staring wide eyed at Barry. The same way my dad would stare at my wife when it was time for grandma and grandpa to go home. The expression left his face when Barry ushered the others through the door and into the dock. 

Daniel followed their exit with, "I'll see you guys in a couple of minutes. Make sure those cases go out this afternoon or one of you will be driving them down to the post office... on your own time. Tiffany and I need to get a few things straightened. I'll see you in a few."

I heard someone, most likely Barry, tell Daniel that it'll all get done and that the bills will get posted too. 

Daniel nodded and turned to Tiffany. 

The dock doors slammed shut just as Daniel reached over and grabbed Tiffany's ass.

Tiffany turned toward Daniel. Her expression was cool, her smile was slight and easy. 

Daniel turned and motioned toward his office. Tiffany's smile widened; no doubt she thought no one was witnessing her exchange with the Dock Manager else I'm sure she would have yelled at his sudden audacity. But, she must have thought they were alone because she licked her lips, pulled Daniel close for a long wet kiss then walked like a hungry cat searching for milk. Without a glance backward, Tiffany opened the door and walked into Daniel's sparse office. 

I stepped away from the alcove. 

I don't think anyone saw me, even though I was in the middle of the hallway,. Tiffany was in Daniel's office, all of the shipping personnel were in the dock and Daniel's focus was wholly on the contents of his office. He opened the door and closed it behind him without ever looking back. This time, I didn't approach the office. Instead, I stood in the same spot and waited. I kept my arms to my sides and tried to not think about what they were doing in that dirty office of his. I'm sure Tiffany was once again sampling Daniel's impressive manhood. Their time alone in Daniel's office was much longer than the time they had spent in her office. Their fornication was quiet, at least I couldn't hear them from where I stood but then again I was several feet away and the dock lay between Daniel's office and me. 

Daniel was the first one out of the office. He saw me as he cleared the door frame. 

"Hey Ed, what are you doing on this side of the building?" He asked loudly. He was walking straight toward me. His smile vaporized any doubt that he had just fucked Tiffany. 

I tried to look casual as I told him that we had a conflict with the hotspots. I got through about half of my overly rehearsed excuse and just stopped. Daniel's jaw went slack when I said, "So how does her ass feel?" 

Daniel chuckled and said, "So you saw that?" 

I responded with, "Yeah, I sure did. If you just did what I thought you did, you are one lucky mother fucker."

Daniel walked past me and put his arm around my shoulder as he passed, "Come, I got something I want to ask you."

We walked the ten feet to the exit doors with our backs to his office. I knew Daniel, he was a good, honest man. He couldn't keep a secret like this that would give him bragging rights. 

Daniel made a show of closing the door behind us and then looking side to side as if to make sure we were alone. It was the south side of the building, there wasn't anything but concrete walkways and patches of short grass. Daniel turned to me, smacked his lips and slowly unwound his little lie. He said, "Well you see, Tiffany, well she kind of got too much to drink at the party and told me some things that she wouldn't have. Mostly, that she been wanting to get to know me a little better."

I shook my head, "Bullshit." I said back to him I couldn't make it that easy for him. 

Daniel gave a small shake of his head and then continued, "All right I'm just paraphrasing here. In any case she called me after the party. We hooked up and well, let's just say she is still aching from our last encounter." 

"Last encounter?" I asked incredulously and then continued with "you mean from last night or just now in your office?" I smiled broadly at my friend. 

"Alright, here's the deal. We hit it off a bit last night. Who am I to keep a pretty lady from hitting on me? Come on man, you know me, I'm not stupid, just well hung" Daniel said tapping on his thigh.

"Well" I said then paused. I cocked my head a little and finished out my thought, "you might be thinking with that monster in your pants, but in this case I can't blame you. That is one hot woman." 

"Yeah, no denying that..." Daniel said with a growing smirk. Then he smiled brightly, but the brightness was the glint off a freshly laid trap. 

Then he laid it out in front of me. The proposition was as dangerous as a steel trap. He started with "You can get some of this too. I don't mean that she'll have sex with you. It took all I could do to get her follow me into the office; even then we just kissed." 

Deliberately my expression changed and Daniel stammered and said, "well she did kiss me. It's just that we did a little more than that. You know, hugging and shit." 

We both laughed. 

Then I walked right into the trap. I simply asked him what he meant. That admission was enough to betray me. It gave away my desires and like Daniel said, he's no idiot. 

He voiced a simple suggestion, he said "Let's get some pictures and some video. You work the camera, I'll make sure that we stage it right so you won't be seen."

Against my own rising excitement, I said quickly "I don't know man, that's kind of fucking creepy."

Daniel jerked his head back as he said, "creepy? Man, it's me that will be naked or least mostly so. You just got to make sure you keep her focused in, and don't make it look like you is checking me out. Haven't you ever wanted to be on a porn set and see the pro's fuck? Well, we're not getting paid for it but we'll be doing the same thing the pornstars do." 

Daniel resumed his easy stance then, with a sly smile, he added "I'll make sure of it."

The next day late in the afternoon, after everyone had left the building I found myself in the Records room with Daniel's camcorder. The records room was really the dumping ground for all of our marketing and sales material that didn't belong or wouldn't fit anywhere else. It wasn't hard to find a hiding place between the columns of oddly stacked cardboard boxes, piles of posters, easels, banners and excess foam core that no one ever bothered to throw away. 

I waited in the Records room feeling more like an idiot with each passing minute. Tiffany could walk into the room and catch me hiding. All of the Ethernet cables ran along the hallway so there was no reason for me to be in the Records room. My doubts came at me in rapid fire. What if I get caught? What if I get caught with the camera? What if Daniel locked me in here? How far could I trust Daniel? One after the other my doubts came as unanswerable questions. I trusted Daniel because my lust want me to; it needed me to trust him. With my desires burning lower, logic was beginning to take over and with it there was no reason to stay in the dark Records room. So I pushed aside a pile of posters and squeezed between two stacks of dusty cardboard boxes. I brushed myself off, straightened my shirt and stood still. Someone was in Tiffany's office, a shadow moved across the opening at the bottom of the door. I froze, then I heard Daniel's voice followed by Tiffany's shrill laughter. 

A few more minutes passed. Finally, like a curious child I bent down and looked through the space between the bottom edge of the door and the floor. They were standing at the opposite end of the office. Tiffany had her back to the Records room. I stood and just as the air conditioning kicked on I turned the knob and cracked the door open. With Daniel's camera in my hand I sealed Tiffany's future. Tiffany's conference table had been pushed back against the wall. Daniel and Tiffany were passionately kissing in front of one of the overstuffed chairs. Daniel had one arm wrapped around Tiffany's waist. His hand was angled down cupping her perfect ass. He was palming Tiffany's head with the other, keeping her in the long passionate open mouth kiss. Even with her slut heels on, Daniel towered over Tiffany. 

They broke their kiss, Daniel took a step back. He put his hand on her cheek kissed her again then slowly sank into the seat. The big black man smiled up at Tiffany and then pointed to the floor in front of the chair. Tiffany immediately went to her knees and buried her face in his lap. Tiffany kissed the front of Daniels pants. She planted kisses up and down his zipper and then went even farther down to kiss the fabric covering his anus. Tiffany's motions changed as she took in her master's scent. She was a cat rubbing on its owner. She reveled in his scent. Then, like a kindly owner Daniel unbuckled his belt. Tiffany lift her head and their eyes locked as his hands slowly unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper. 

Tiffany kissed the prominent outline of Daniel's manhood on his boxer shorts. Then, as if to prove the extent of her longing, she sat back on her haunches and untied Daniel's shoes. One after the other she gently laid them on floor. Tiffany carefully removed each sock and folded it and laid it in the corresponding shoe. She then put her hands around her lover's waist and as he lifted himself she slid his pants down. In just a few moments his pants were neatly folded and placed atop his shoes. Again, Tiffany kissed the front of his boxers and then nuzzled deeply between his legs. When she came up, she stared expectantly at Daniel.

"What do you want?" Daniel asked matter of factly.

Without hesitation Tiffany said, "Your Cock."

Daniel corrected her and asked her to be more specific.

"What do you want? My what? Say it all." Daniel demanded with a menacing scowl. 

Tiffany responded demurely, "I want your black cock. 

Daniel toyed with Tiffany and said, "That's better, but why do you want it?"

Tiffany looked up at Daniel. There was need in her eyes as she said softly, "I want to put your black cock in my mouth and give it all the pleasure I can..." 

Daniel nodded slightly and Tiffany gingerly pulled down his boxers. Lifting his ass off the chair, Tiffany took them and left them in a pile on top of his pants. Daniel's uncut manhood was hard and looked to be as thick as Tiffany's wrist. The head of the huge black thing laid high up on Daniel's hairy belly. It was drooling like a dog that was about to be fed. Tiffany lapped up the liquid, smiled up at her master and then dropped her head down and licked Daniel's testicles. She bathed his large sack with her tongue. She cradled each orb and holding them up so they dangled in front of her face, she kissed each as softly and lovingly as a mother kissing her child. Slowly Tiffany's attention went up the thick black pole. Cradling his testicles in their hairy sack, Tiffany sat up and moved her tongue up to his thick, dark shaft. Daniel allowed her the use of her right hand. Tiffany hefted Daniel's meat in front of her face and smiled. Then she licked it with long thick strokes that left its hardness glistening. 

Once Daniel's manhood was fully hard it jutted from his body like a polished, unforgiving onyx. Tiffany stroked and licked the object of her idolatry until Daniel stood up and then while still on her knees, tiffany took the dark head of his shaft head deep into her mouth. 

Daniel put his hands on the back of Tiffany's head. "Oh that's it. Damn you know how to treat a black cock. Come on baby keep giving me everything you got. Don't stop, don't you fucking stop." 

Tiffany wasn't going to stop. Saliva was running from her mouth, her eyes were watering and occasionally she even gagged a bit, but she never slowed down or lessened the fervor of her ministrations. On her haunches, Tiffany writhed in front of her dark master. Periodically, she took his hardness out her mouth and pumped it with her right hand as she buried her face in Daniel's crotch. She pumped his meat while she licked his sack and gently sucked on his big black balls. But, Tiffany changed immediately when Daniel called out that he was going to cum. She slowed her fevered actions so she was holding the head of his cock between her red painted lips and methodically stroking his length. Daniel's cock gleamed as if it had been oiled. Daniel moaned and Tiffany's cheeks expanded with the sudden flood of seminal fluid. After a few quick thrashes, Daniel stepped lightly over to his seat and fell heavily into it. When he was settled back into his chair and she once again had his full attention, Tiffany looked into his eyes and conspicuously swallowed his semen.

After licking the few drops of semen off her fingers Tiffany said, "My lord that was a lot. I've never seen so much."

"How about swallowed that much?" Daniel quipped.

"That too." Tiffany replied. With a mischievous grin, she then added, "I've never swallowed it before."

"What? What did you do, spit it out?" Daniel asked incredulously.

Tiffany was looking away at nothing when she added, "No, I'd suck on it for a little while, then we'd fuck."

Daniel nodded toward Tiffany's desk and said, "Well, we're going to do that too."

"Ok, whatever you want." Tiffany replied with a gleaming smile. 

Tiffany stood up and removed her clothes. It was obvious that Daniel had her well trained because she left her jewelry and high heels on. She threw all of her clothes into the empty chair across from Daniel. 

Daniel flashed a predatory smile and asked, "Do you like fuck?"

"I love to fuck you." Tiffany replied. Her voice was a coarse whisper. 

Tiffany bent over her desk. The heels made her ass perch high up in the air. Her large firm breasts brushed the desktop as she turned her head to look directly at Daniel. Daniel was still sitting as he was when he first fell into the chair. 

Daniel's cock semi-hard cock jutted upward as Tiffany began to speak. "You make me feel alive. I'm awake, I'm worthy, I'm not sleeping through my life." Tiffany closed her eyes and snaked two fingers down to her sex. She massaged her wet cunt as she continued to speak. 

Tiffany was free associating. She spoke as if pleading with her own super ego. Her voice was the coo of a dove as she said, "I can fuck because I'm good at it. I can suck because I'm good at it. I know because I do them with you. I don't have to hide that I'm a woman."

In a flash, Daniel was standing behind Tiffany. 

His flattery came with a wolfish grin that Tiffany couldn't see. In a tone as smooth as warm honey and just as sweet, Daniel said, "You're not just a woman. You're my woman. You're strong enough to have sex with a black man. You've got luscious curves. Every man should want you, but only black men can have you."

He talked to her slowly and purposefully. Each statement was perfectly timed with the simple massage of her sex. Daniel swabbed Tiffany's hungry cunt with the thick head of his manhood. Daniel bent down over Tiffany and with his right hand gently massaged her clitoris. Tiffany rested her head on the desk. 

"You're a black man's woman. That means your heart is mine. You may love a white man, but you'll always need a black cock. There will always be that itch."

Tiffany moaned and rested her head on the desk. She had a far off look in her eyes. "You know it's true don't you baby?" Daniel asked her.

Tiffany nodded, then almost immediately added, "I've never had sex like this. You know what I need when I don't." 

With his open palms on each of her ass cheeks, Daniel opened Tiffany fully and pushed hard against her. She was suddenly smashed against the edge of the desk. She quickly repositioned her hands so she could hold her position against the onslaught. Her legs spread wider and she pushed her ass up even higher. "Tell me some more baby. Tell me how my cock feels. I need to know." Daniel commanded in a low hard voice. 

"I'm so full. I love your cock. It's why I'm here." Tiffany replied dreamily. 

Suddenly Daniel stepped back from Tiffany and in one fluid motion crouched down and buried his face in her sopping pussy. Tiffany jumped and screamed at the sudden change. 

"What are you doing? You can't do that, don't please..." she said while flailing her right arm behind her. It was a halfhearted attempt at pushing Daniel away. Tiffany's protestation only lasted the few seconds it took for Daniel's tongue to bring her to orgasm. Tiffany screamed and convulsed over the desktop. As her ecstasy diminished and her scream turned into a heavy, deep moan Daniel stood up wiped his mouth and slammed his cock into Tiffany. 

Tiffany was nearly delirious from her fading orgasm. The reintroduction of Daniel's black cock was hardly noticed. Well, Daniel made Tiffany notice.

"This is why you're here; you understand bitch? This is what you're here for. You need to cum. You've never had an orgasm like this have you?" Daniel demanded. He accentuated the question with a quick slap on Tiffany's ass. 

"No", Tiffany said. Her tone was wet from the flood of sudden emotion. 




Tiffany's Deception Ch. 02



"You want more don't you?" Daniel demanded. 

Tiffany didn't answer. Tears were running onto the desktop. With a hand full of hair, Daniel pulled Tiffany's face around so he could demand an answer. The tears stopped and resolve stole across Tiffany's face. She glared at her dark lover and said in a clear steady voice, "Yes I need more." 

"Then ask me for them", Daniel told her. 

Tiffany complied with, "Please Daniel, make me cum. Please, please; I'll do anything. Just keep making me feel so good." 

Daniel made Tiffany feel good. He fucked Tiffany's pussy like a machine and for her part, Tiffany accepted her place. She encouraged her black lover to fuck her by saying "Take me, take that pussy, it's yours. No mercy baby no mercy."

With a quick, violent thrust and a wolfish grin Daniel buried himself again and again into Tiffany's depths. Tiffany grunted and gripped the edge of the table. She gave her lover better access to her pussy by lifting her left leg and laying it across the table. 

Daniel goaded her by saying, "Oh, yeah baby, that's it, put that pussy out there. You want this now don't you. You need this black cock. Your pussy is so wet. You been thinking about getting my cock in you again haven't ya baby?" Daniel was panting and talking through clenched teeth. 

Daniel stared balefully down at his big titted white conquest. He used Tiffany's hips as handholds. He fucked the haughty sales manager like dog breeding his bitch. Like any canine, Daniel didn't give one wit about Tiffany's wellbeing or pleasure. The more she screamed the harder he fucked her. And Tiffany did scream, but she wasn't in any pain. The bitch was climaxing. She started cumming as soon as Daniel's big black cock touched her and I don't think she ever stopped. 

"Oh, my God", Tiffany yelled. Her voice was shrill and broken. She was shaking and trembling beneath him. 

Daniel quickly replied with, "Yeah, pray to God bitch. Pray that this dick never go away. You love it don't you." His voice was hard and his thrusts were deep and as mechanical as a piston. Beneath him, Tiffany shook and babbled as her eyes narrowed to thin slits. The bitch was climaxing again. 

Daniel, became a well-timed fucking machine. "Tell me what you're thinking. Come on baby, tell me what's in my woman's head. What's making you cum so much. You're so fucking wet. What's turning my bitch on?" 

"I'm yours baby. I'm all yours." Tiffany replied. Then suddenly the big breasted bitch's demeanor changed completely. She lost the facade of sophistication. On Daniel's cock, Tiffany was nothing but a randy slut. 

Tiffany Ranted as she said, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'll do anything just fuck me. Please God just keep fucking me. Yes, it's so good, I love you. I love your cock. I love it, I love it, I love it."

Tiffany shook like it was suddenly winter. She moaned loudly and then her body went slack. Her eyes were closed and for several minutes Daniel kept fucking her sopping pussy. 

With no preamble Tiffany begged for Daniel's semen. Her eyes opened and she said. "Baby, please cum in my pussy. Give me your seed. Cum inside." 

Tiffany repeated those words over and over like a prayer of supplication. From above, her black lover grunted. Tiffany replied to the animal sound with the same mantra over and over "Cum inside me" she said over and over. 

Sweaty and slick like a frothing horse Daniel stiffened and ground his groin into Tiffany. 

"Oh, that's it baby, shoot that beautiful cum inside. Fill me up. Fill me and I'll be yours forever. Oh God, Oh my God." Tiffany said in a calm voice full of surrender. 

Daniel quivered as he slowly pulled out of Tiffany. When he took a step away the camera caught a fat glob of semen fall from her gaping cunt. 

"Well, prove your words. Clean me off" Daniel commanded. 

Tiffany turned around and immediately went to her knees in front of Daniel. She licked Daniel's scrotum and then licked her way up his length till she was tonguing the spongy head of his enormous cock. Tiffany did more than just lick clean Daniel's cock. Once the tool of his love making was clean, Tiffany licked the sweat from Daniel's chest and belly. 

In a soft, cloying voice, Tiffany asked if she could get her things and go to the restroom. For the first time, Daniel snuck a peek at me, then looked down at Tiffany and said, "Sure baby, but you need to be ready for round two. I'm not finished with you yet." 

Without question or hesitation, Tiffany gathered her skirt and top and after putting them on she left the office. Immediately, Daniel waved me out of the Records Room. 

"Are you really going to fuck her again?" I asked incredulously. 

Daniel's eyes widened, "Did you see that bitch? Of course I'm going to fuck her again. I'm going to fuck her for as long as I can. That bitch is mine."

Daniel was flashing me a big toothy grin as he ushered me out the door. 

That was my first time as camera man; it was not my last. From that point on, I made sure the camera was always ready because Daniel's text usually came only minutes before I had to be in place. I've recorded Tiffany doing a great many things and I'll describe them later...



Tiffany's Deception



Tiffany stopped for only a moment, then gave john a wry smile and said, "No one needs to know anything. We can have more than one secret John. We can have a lot of secrets." 

Tiffany licked her lips and then shot John disarming smile. She was standing on one leg with the other slightly bent. The only thing Tiffany was wearing was a deep red thong, her red high heels and that smile. If I were John, I'd have given her my new car. Thankfully, John is already married to a beautiful woman so his resolve was qualitatively better than mine. 

John's eyes never left Tiffany's as he said, "My, you are a very beautiful woman. But, I think you should put your clothes back on, because this won't solve anything. I've already told you that I'm not going to tell anyone about your past. Nudity won't make your sales numbers go up. Just go home." 

Tiffany smiled broadly as if she knew that she had the upper hand. Slowly and quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear; Tiffany said, "It's not nudity I'm proposing here. I've seen you look at me. You don't have to long for it. You can have it, any time you want it, you can have it. If the numbers don't go up then our secret stays with us. I'll take your severance and move on. If they go up and believe me, they will, then we both win."

Tiffany ran both of her hands down her sides. She hooked the thin band of the thong under her thumbs and pushed it half way down her ass. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and formed a perfect triangle above her pussy. "I love sex. I'm sure you will too. We can have a great time and no one need be the wiser."

John was a paragon of strength. A sexually appealing, beautiful woman was standing in front him as naked as Eve and he replied in a calm even tone. "I've watched you, but I think you misunderstood my intentions. You're a very beautiful woman. Certainly you can find a man to take care of your needs." 

Tiffany bit her lip and looked John up and down. With a toss of her thick dark hair she said, "I'm not looking for a man. This is sex. The good kind; no strings attached. You and I can do this. All I need is a second chance at the sales numbers. Whether the numbers go up or not, you win. You're a good looking man. I'm sure you've had more than a few women in your day." 

Tiffany took a step closer to John. She was standing with her feet about shoulder width apart. She bent down a few inches and whispered her question, "Have you ever had one you didn't have to pay for?" 

For several moments no one moved. Tiffany's gaze locked with John's. John was a rock. Then he smiled, "if you mean a woman that I didn't have to buy dinner first or..." John spread his hands out to either side and continued, "a house and a car, then I'd have to say no". 

Tiffany turned, bent over and put both of her hands on the table. With her right hand she reached back and pulled her thong down to her knees. With a quick shake of her right leg, it fell and made a red circle around her feet. 

Tiffany looked over her shoulder and said breathily, "Now you do."

John countered and for the first time he was smiling. "The first sample's always free. Every pusher knows that. But, nothing is ever for free. You'll keep your job. That's going to cost me something. I've already told some of the others that you should be replaced. I haven't told them why but I have told them, now, I'll have to tell them why I changed my mind. I've never been a good liar. Besides I don't like getting into something I don't know how to get out of."

Ignoring John's protestations, Tiffany whispered breathily, "I've seen how you look at my ass. I bet you want to touch it. Now you can, you can touch my bare ass. You can touch my pussy too. You can come over here and fuck my wet pussy. You want to do that john, you know you want to fuck me."

John sat up and was stroking his chin with his right hand as he replied to Tiffany's wanton display. Every word she said was true for me, but John was stoic, in fact he almost looked put off by what Tiffany was saying. I began to worry that he was going to throw her out. Maybe get up from his seat and make her leave, with our without her clothes on. 

Then Tiffany began to moan. She was resting her head, chest and shoulders on the table. Her right hand was under her and her feet were about two feet apart. The hot bitch was masturbating. I couldn't see her fingers but her firm ass wiggled slightly from the stroking she was giving her pussy. 

"Oh God it's been so long since I've been fucked. Come on John, fuck me." Tiffany pleaded softly. 

John was transfixed until Tiffany turned her head away from him. Now she was facing the roses. Tiffany's perfect ass was still perched high in the air. Her naked breasts were still smashed on the table top and her fingers were still stroking her cunt. John stood up. He was still next to his chair when Tiffany moaned again. But instead of approaching her, John turned and looked toward the sliding glass doors. John could have been a statue except that he slowly nodded his head. 

Tiffany must have interpreted John's immobility as fear because she began to coax him. She said in a low husky voice, "I'm not looking. I won't know who came up and touched my ass. I won't know who put their beautiful cock in and gave me the fucking I need. I'll never know." 

In a steadier voice than I could have mustered John asked, "Are you on protection?"

Tiffany seemed lost in her own fever. She answered with a simple "yes". Her voice was small and seemed as far away as the office. John approached her. When he was an arm's length away he stopped and stared down at her. Tiffany's perfect ass was perched high in the air. Her large bare breasts were smashed on the table beneath her. She was a bitch ready for mating. 

Tiffany spread her legs and panted, "Please fuck me. Use me. Make us both come." 

"I'll make us come." John answered 

Then with a wave of his hand John said in a commanding voice, "Just not the way you think." 

Without a sound the sliding glass door opened and Daniel emerged from the curtained entry. At the same time, John moved to Tiffany's right. Tiffany turned her head and looked back at John. Now her head was turned away from Daniel's approach. There was no faraway look in her eyes. Her brow was furrowed and her gaze had narrowed. She looked like she was on the verge of a decision. Her face bore no hint of arousal; all of that evaporated with John's cryptic statement. Whatever she was contemplating it was not the question of whether she should stop masturbating. With the turn of her head I could see her arm muscles flex. She wasn't just brushing her fingers across her lips. She was finger fucking herself and with more than one finger. She was putting on quite a show for John, and now unwittingly for Daniel. 

Daniel stopped a few feet away from Tiffany. 

Daniel is our logistics and tracking man. He makes sure the shipments go out on time and they get to the right place. He also coordinates trainings and workshops. It's a thankless job but it's one that Daniel has done very well. He has put together trainings and user tips for our customers. He's an intelligent hard working guy. He's also a guy that a woman like Tiffany barely notices. He doesn't have the standing to warrant her time, just like I didn't warrant her time earlier in the party. 

"What do you mean not like I think?" Tiffany finally asked. For the first time there was a tinge of fear in her voice. I believe at that point she didn't know Daniel was behind her any more that she could have known I was on the other side of the hedge. 

John knelt beside Tiffany. Their faces were only a couple of feet from each other. 

"Don't stop what you're doing. I like it. It turns me on. Tiffany, I like to watch. Fuck, I love to watch. Seeing a pretty woman bent over my patio table pleasuring herself is one hell of a turn on. What you are offering me is great but you don't understand who I am." John paused for a moment. Then continued more slowly, "I'm not a liar. Most of all not to my wife. I won't cheat on her. She's never had a problem with me watching porn because Jamie knows that watching isn't cheating. What do you think of me watching you?" 

"Do you mean we both masturbate?" Tiffany asked with a sly smile returning to her face. 

"That would be nice. But you want me to lie to the admin team. You want me to stop your dismissal and act as if I didn't know that you fabricated everything on this resume. No. Watching you finger yourself wouldn't be enough for all of that. I have integrity. It may be compartmentalized but I have it all the same." John said. He sounded confident.

"So what do you want?" Tiffany asked. Her lips were slack and her eyes were taking on that faraway look again. 

"I want to watch you fuck someone else." John said coolly.

"Ooh, I could arrange that. I didn't know you were so kinky." Tiffany replied quietly.

"So you agree?" John asked. He sounded like he was finalizing lunch plans. 

"Oh, yeah, we can do this." Tiffany purred.

Tiffany began to get up then she caught sight of Daniel. In a flash, Tiffany rolled over stood up and crossed her harms in front of her breasts. Tiffany's voice cracked as she tried to demand an explanation from both men. 

In a measured, soothing tone John explained that Daniel had stayed after the party to talk. "I'm going on vacation next month and Daniel has already been to Jamaica. We were going over some of his vacation pictures. He's pointed me to some great places. Looks like I'm going to have a great time. I'll owe him for all of the help." 

John looked from Tiffany to Daniel and then asked the middle aged black man "Do you think this will make us even?" once again, John's equanimity made him sound like he was settling a lunch tab. 

"I don't know, I, I don't know about this..."Tiffany stammered. 

John began to explain, "What do you mean you don't know? What the fuck is this all about? You do this with Daniel or..." John reached down and scooped Tiffany's dress off the patio and tossed it to her. She caught it and quickly used the material to cover her breasts. John looked at her in disgust and finished with, "you can leave. If you go now, don't even bother going to the office on Monday. My offer stands. You'll get the severance. I just don't want to ever see you again." 

Tiffany took a couple of steps toward the car and then stopped. "It'll be just this once right?" she said with her back to John. 

"No. as I told you, you're asking a lot out of me. You've given me a promise; something not worth much from a liar. I need more than just a promise. It doesn't matter anyway, you've decided to leave, so go, I've got things to do." John said with dismissively. 

But Tiffany didn't go. 

She stood in the same spot and for the longest time didn't move. Then she turned and said, "I'll do it and I'll do it again when this is over in six months. You said you didn't like getting into something you didn't know how to get out of. Here it is. Our agreement starts with you watching me fuck Daniel and it ends with you watching me fuck Daniel. The whole thing will take no more than six months. I can bring up the numbers by then. If not, then well, at least you get two good shows."

John pointed to the spot where Tiffany had laid across the table and said, "Get your ass over there." 

Even as she walked over to Daniel Tiffany continued to barter with John. She asked if he could just watch her give Daniel a blow job or a titty fuck, but John refused. Finally, Tiffany looked at Daniel and smiled as if she were acknowledging his existence for the first time. 

"No matter what happens, you'll enjoy yourself." Tiffany said to Daniel with a sly smile just before she went to her knees in front of the black man. 

Tiffany smiled up at Daniel. Then unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled down his zipper. His gray khakis fell to the floor. Daniel's semi-erect cock sprung out and nearly hit Tiffany on the nose. It was uncircumcised and as wide as her wrist. 

"Oh my god", Tiffany said with her nose only an inch or two from Daniel's black manhood. She continued to comment with, "This is a nice big one. I've never been with a black man. This will be the first black penis I've ever had. I love it. It's so big." 

Tiffany tilted forward and buried her nose in the space between Daniel's thigh and pubis. She inhaled loudly and then shivered and squeezed her thighs together. Tiffany looked into the eyes of her black lover and said lustily "You smell like a real man. Oh my God, you've got the whore coming out of me." 

For some reason, that I'll never fully know or understand, I took that moment to look up and down the hedgerow. I suppose with everything that was unfolding in front of me I needed to make doubly sure that I could relax and take it all in. Or maybe it was my need to self-regulate. At that moment it was just too much; the haughty bitch who would barely say two sentences to me was about to be fucked by the company's warehouse manager. 

When I turned and looked back through the hedge Tiffany was standing facing the table. Daniel was behind her. He was naked from the waist down. Daniel's in excellent shape. He is pure, well defined muscle beneath smooth black skin.

Tiffany turned slightly and asked, "Do you have a condom?"

The question was obviously meant for Daniel but John answered, "He doesn't need a condom, you said you were on the pill." 

Tiffany bit her lip and looked as if she were considering something. Just then, Daniel's demeanor sublimated. He transformed from the congenial, middle aged man as I had always known to be, into an angry dominant black man. He ran his hand smoothly up Tiffany's back till he came to her neck. He opened his hand and holding her neck he pushed forward till she was bent over the table.

"Listen here bitch. I know you're thinking you can't take me bare because I'm black. So, I tell you what, you can do as John just said, do it and you do it our way or pick your shit up and get in your car and get the fuck out of here." 

While Daniel was talking his hand was between Tiffany's legs stroking her sex. 

"So which is it? You staying and getting what you came for, or are you going to scurry on back home?" Daniel taunted. 

Tiffany responded by lowering her torso onto the table, arching her back and pushing her sex into Daniel's groin. 

"Ok, now I see. You want this. But we can't have any misunderstandings. So answer me and tell me true. Do you want me to pound your pussy?" 

"Fuck me Daniel. I want you to fuck me." Tiffany whispered. 

Daniel clenched his teeth and forced Tiffany's thighs farther apart. Then he rubbed his manhood against her cunt. He pumped his hips so that his cock slid over her lips. With each thrust I could see the head of his cock rise over her ass like a baton playing peek-a-boo. After the third or fourth thrust the head shone wetly. Daniel turned and smiled broadly at John. Then he gave Tiffany's ass a resounding slap. While still rubbing his cock over her lips, Daniel commanded, "Say it louder so John can hear. He's the one paying for the show. Now, tell him!"

Tiffany turned her head looked right at John and said in a voice smooth as cream, "I want Daniel to fuck me." 

John crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "How do you want him to fuck you?"

Daniel answered, "She's so fucking wet. She loves this shit. You wants it hard, don't you bitch!"

Tiffany flashed a sly smile and then said in a brazen voice, "I've always wondered about fucking a black man. Why have sex with him if it's not hard?".

Tiffany snaked her hands back to her ass and pulled her cheeks open. Through a low moan the bitch said, "Fuck me Daniel; make me feel it."

Daniel pulled back, arched his back and sunk half of his thick cock into Tiffany's dripping cunt. Tiffany grabbed the edge of the table. I could see her knuckles turn white as Daniel savagely mated with her. 

"Damn bitch; you love it hard. This shit is turning your hot ass on isn't it?" Daniel said loudly; too loudly from John's reaction. Daniel, flashed a toothy grin and mouthed "okay" back to John. 

Tiffany didn't see their interaction. In any case, I doubt she would have cared because just then she wailed, "Fuck me. Please, God, fuck me."

Daniel obliged his mate and hammered her with his black shaft. As he fucked Tiffany, Daniel shed his shirt. His abs were thick and knotted. Sweat ran down Daniel's face, neck and chest till he was drenched. Propping himself up by his arms, he bent over Tiffany. Now his chest was on her back and his arms caged her in on both sides. At this point, Daniel changed his movements. His brutal thrusts changed to calm smooth undulations. 

With his mouth by her ear he said loudly, "Thick ass, big tits, you were made for fucking the brothers. I'll bet after this, you'll be hitting up the hood for some black meat."

Tiffany didn't look capable of a meaningful response. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung open and every now and again she mumbled something as her stomach convulsed. 

Daniel came to a halt. He didn't move. His manhood was still ensconced in Tiffany's wet pussy. Every muscle in his body was rigid as he stood between Tiffany's legs. 

Tiffany wailed, "Oh God no! Don't stop, please! I need to cum again!" 

Daniel ignored her plea and asked, "Bitch, you are so turned on it's like I'm fucking a can of pudding. You never had a black before, have you?" 

"No, no I haven't. I've never fucked anyone like this, it's so..." Tiffany's voice trailed off. 

Tiffany's stomach convulsed again. 

Daniel pointed down at Tiffany's ass and proclaimed for John, "Look at this. Look at this would you? This hot bitch is making herself cum." 

Daniel turned back to Tiffany and commanded, "Move your hand away. Get your hand off your pussy. You best do it now bitch. " 

Tiffany's face contorted into a silent scream. Then her hand emerged from under her stomach. Her fingers glistened in the firelight. 

"What were you doing Tiffany?" John asked evenly. 

"Cumming." Tiffany answered.

"Shit, bitch you been cumming since you dropped that dress. You were fingering yourself." Daniel said as he once again mashed his groin into Tiffany's soft ass. 

Tiffany's head jerked up and she glared back at John. John smiled, sat back and said, "Daniel isn't the only one who is enjoying himself. What's it like fucking him? " 

Tiffany's glare softened into a mischievous grin. She licked her lips and turned it back onto John. "I'm sure this is what you've been wanting to see; isn't it baby? He's so strong and masculine. I'll never forget his cock. My body, my pussy loves it. You love watching me don't you?" 

Slowly, John nodded toward Tiffany and her black lover. John moved so slowly, he looked like a man in a trance, drunk on the energy of the taboo spectacle in front of him. I certainly was; I couldn't tear my eyes from the hole in the hedge. 

"Are you going to do what he said?" John asked Tiffany. His tone implied that he knew she would say yes. 

"He's all I need." Tiffany replied then abruptly stopped talking, closed her eyes and pursed her lips. A moment later, she moaned loudly and slowly opened her eyes again. Her torso went soft. Her legs were no longer straight. Tiffany's eyes took on the pleading look of a hungry puppy. 

"He knows. He knows what I need and he's giving it to me. Oh God!" Tiffany said shrilly. 

John replied quickly with "He's telling you that you need more black cock. Maybe he should make sure you get that too." 

Tiffany's gaze bore into John. She seemed to collect her wits and was considering the possibilities then said "if it feels as good as this, maybe. Oh fuck maybe I will. He sure does have the whore coming out of me. But, I can't have black men hanging around my house." 




Tiffany's Deception



Daniel responded to Tiffany's lazy reasoning by growling, "Bitch, we don't want to go to your house. We just need to be where the pussy is. You'll be coming to us." 

Through a wet sly smile Tiffany responded sweetly with "Problem solved." 

Daniel exclaimed, "Damn Tiffany you are soaking my cock." 

For the rest of their time together, Daniel's mating was slow, deliberate and powerful. Tiffany's body took each push like a prize. That is, until he snarled and announced "I'm coming. Oh God, I'm going come." 

Tiffany's eyes flew open and her right hand pushed back on Daniel's hip. 

Tiffany wailed "Not inside. Please don't come inside me" 

Daniel swatted her hand away, bent over her once again and said, "It's too late for that shit. I'm already there!" Daniel's muscular black body went rigid. He bared his clenched teeth and he pumped his seed deep into Tiffany's womb. 

Under Daniel's rigid black frame, Tiffany laid as she always had, head down and ass up. But now she was sobbing. Once Daniel was spent, he staggered away from Tiffany. His whole body was glistening. Slowly, Tiffany rose to her feet. 

"Use the basement bathroom." John told her as he jabbed his finger in the air toward the sliding glass doors. 

When the glass door slammed shut behind Tiffany, Daniel turned to John and asked, "What the fuck? You saw it. We didn't do anything she didn't want." 

John just wagged his head and didn't say anything. Immediately, Daniel picked up his pile of clothes and dressed like he was suddenly late for something more important. 

At just the time Daniel was fastening his belt John came out of his trance and said "Before you go, I just want to say..." 

"No need to say anything, we didn't do anything wrong. Last I saw we all got what we wanted. No one else need know anything about what just happened." Daniel smiled broadly and then added, "Hell, we all had a good time. I hope it's just as good in six months. That's what I need to say." Daniel said and finished with a sharp nod of his head. 

John put up his hands. "You're going the wrong way with this. I Know we didn't do anything wrong. I recorded everything just to make sure she don't come back and say we did. I'm damn glad I put that microSD card in this thing." John held up his phone like it was the Ace he needed for his royal flush. 

"Hot Damn, you even got a souvenir of the night. Man, John you made out like a bandit" gloated Daniel.

"No Man, we made out like bandits." John said. His expression changed a little. He looked back at the patio doors then stood up and walked over to Daniel. 

In an eerily calm voice John laid out his intentions, "The movie isn't anything. Mostly sound anyway, it's just that after all of this I don't want her coming back and saying we took advantage of her. Like you said - we all had a good time. But why do we have to abide by her rules? Six months my ass. More like six hours. If we play our hand right you'll tap that white pussy as much as you want."

Daniel's eyes went as wide as his fists as he stammered through his response, "what are you talking about, I mean if she's good for it so am I, but I aint forcing anybody."

Indignant, John replied, "I'm not forcing anybody. Look she'll be back soon. Go around the corner and wait. I want you to hear what we talk about. Then you tell me if anyone is being forced. 

Daniel nodded and quickly walked to the hedge. I was so caught up in the scenario that I didn't worry about him seeing me until he was around the corner. Thank God his attention was on the patio. If he had looked at the hedge I'm sure he would have seen me. 

I heard the glass door roll open just as Daniel settled into his spot. Tiffany walked out as if the party was still going on and others may be watching her. The bitch always acted like she was center stage. 

"Daniel left huh?" Tiffany asked. She sounded deflated. 

"Yeah, I guess you wore him out, he said he needed to get home" John answered halfheartedly. 

"Well I guess I best get going too..." Tiffany added as she took a couple of slow steps toward the back of the patio where her car was parked. 

"Wait a minute. I have to ask you a question." John said

Tiffany stopped but didn't turn to look at John. 

John appeared nonplussed as he thread his trap, "why would a woman get up and run into the bathroom after sex? More precisely why would a woman cry after a man came inside her? Most likely she didn't want to get pregnant, but, that can't be your reason because you said you're on the pill. And, yet, you were afraid and you did run away."

Tiffany turned around. She stared silently down at John's feet. 

John spoke as if in the middle of a revelation. In a quiet even tone he said, "It's not disease. As much as he works out and worries about his body, no way he has anything. He's as clean as I am. That only leaves..." John stopped and let the thought dangle in the air. Then he shifted and said the obvious, "you're not on the pill."

A moment later, John shook off his faraway stare and fixed his angry gaze on Tiffany. With a rising fury he bellowed, "Fuck, you hoped that I would fuck you. You were trying to trap me. God Damn it, you fucking bitch!" 

John stood up. Tiffany paled in front of him. "You wanted me to knock your ass up. Then you'd have everything. You didn't come back to plead for your job. You came back for some kind of pay off. Damn it. I've heard of this kind of thing but I never thought I was important enough for some bitch to do it to me. I'm no basketball player. I'm not David Letterman. Fuck, why didn't I see this? What kind of woman are you?" John finished his tirade with his fists resting on his hips and leaning close into Tiffany's face. 

Tiffany still hadn't said a word. 

John ran his fingers through his hair then shook his head and stepped even closer to Tiffany. She stepped back. It was only a couple of inches but she was definitely retreating. 

John raised his voice and said loudly, "You're not on the pill are you?" 

When Tiffany didn't respond John repeated the question. This time he bit off each word and flung them at her. When he was finished Tiffany lowered her eyes and shook her head. 

"That's what I thought. That's what I bloody well fucking thought. So what are you going to do? I mean hell, Daniel doesn't need this shit any more than I do." John said as he glared balefully at Tiffany.

Tiffany still wasn't talking. 

John eased up a bit. In a calmer voice he told Tiffany that she needed to get one of those pills and Tiffany spoke for the first time. She said, "The morning after pill. I can get them over the counter. I don't think I'll need but..." 

John cut her off, "but you're going to get it and you will take it." He said with a nod of his head. He kept nodding his head until Tiffany was doing it too. He stopped when she said she would drop by the pharmacy on her way home. 

Tiffany apologized. She said that she was sorry and that she only meant to argue for her job but things got carried away. She pleaded with him to understand that she hadn't meant to trap anyone. Then she said, "I'm afraid of losing my job it's the best thing that has ever happened to Michael and I." 

John's demeanor changed completely. 

John stood back on his heels. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and rubbed each elbow with the opposite hand. He looked like a father contemplating the reinstatement of his daughter's allowance. 

Tiffany's lips were trembling and her eyes followed John's every move. She gasped when he began to speak. "This is pretty serious. This shit changes everything." John said as he wagged his head. He looked like he was trying to find the best words to carry bad news. He sounded almost kind as he told her what she was going to do. 

"From now on I call the shots. Do you hear me?" John said. 

Tiffany nodded. Then quickly said, "I understand." 

John rattled off his intentions, "Good. You can forget about the whole once now and once in six months bullshit. It's three times a month with once per week and one week off. That one day of the week, Daniel can have anything he wants. He'll be prudent and you'll be obedient. Every day you'll come to work looking like its Daniel's day. No exceptions." 

Tiffany blanched. 

John stopped. A gravid silence filled the void between them until John cracked the tiniest of smiles and asked, "How old is Michael?"

"Eleven." Tiffany answered reflexively. 

"He'll enjoy the extra money you'll make doing this." John added. 

"I'm not a whore." Tiffany said. There was uncertainty in her voice. She added, "I can't sell myself."

"I suppose then you're not a whore. You're just a good mother trying to get the best for your son." John said dismissively then turned from Tiffany. She looked confused. She started to stammer something but john cut her off with "You tried to trap me with sex, and yet you're not a whore. You told me that you were protected and you're a good person. Get off my property. Don't bother going to the office on Monday. We don't need you're kind. Oh and by the way, don't bother making any false accusations, I've got surveillance cameras. Your whole little strip tease is on hard disk and believe me, I've got all of our conversation on audio. So take your scheming ass home and tell your son that you're moving into an efficiency apartment." 

Tiffany turned to leave and this time it looked like she was going home, but just as she reached her car she turned and asked, "what does dress like every day is Daniel's day mean?" 

"What the fuck does it matter, you turned it down remember?" John replied.

"I know but I was just thinking if it weren't too obvious." Tiffany replied timorously.

John walked up to her car. They talked for thirty minutes or so. I couldn't hear anything they said and I'm sure Daniel couldn't hear anything either. I looked out the driveway and realized that my car was still parked on the street. They would see it. Daniel and I go to lunch at least once a week and I always drive. He was certain to recognize my car. I backed up away from the hedge and walked as quietly as I could back to the street. I pulled my car around the corner then ran back to John's house. Tiffany was gone. Daniel and John were talking. 

They were standing close together. 

"Don't give her time to change her mind" John said. 

After a while I heard another snippet, it was Daniel and he said "Damn, you'll get a show. We'll have a great time."

"Just make sure you get it on disk." John insisted.

Daniel shot him a doubtful look, then asked, "How am I going to do that?" 

John's reply was "Figure something out. But, it has to be on disk. She came to us. I don't want her turning the tables on us."

"Even if we have it on disk, if she takes us to court it could ruin the company. I mean think about it, even though she is wrong and we are right, the whole sordid thing will get played out in court. " Daniel replied. 

"She won't take us to court." John said with finality.

"How can you say that?" Daniel replied with a raised cheek and furrowed brow. 

John was staring at the floor. He looked up into Daniel's eyes and said, "Daniel, you don't get anywhere with just a stick. And believe me a carrot will get you only so far. We're going to use both. Do you care if she gets a little bonus in her check?"

"That depends if I get more of what I got tonight." Daniel said with a huge toothy smile. 

"That's the only way she'll get the bonus. It won't be too much and it won't be too little. We don't want her to think we are paying for it; because that will only make her feel insulted. At the same time, she needs to get enough to keep that kid of hers in video games and her in lots of those designer dresses she likes so much." 

The two men continued to conspire as they walked back into the house. I took the slam of the sliding glass door as my cue to head home.