4 comments/ 35991 views/ 3 favorites Close the Deal By: Dinsmore This is initially a stroke story although the sex is exclusively girl sex. Romance between a man and a woman? Of a sort...sure. There is a lot more...a plan...a plot...executed perfectly. "Your birthday is coming up. You certainly don't need anything; you have all the toys a man could possibly desire." "Including you?" "Especially me. And you've had me in every way a man can have a woman. But I know you have a fertile imagination, so on this special birthday I'm prepared to give you any fantasy your heart desires...do anything...for you." "Do you think Karen is attracted to you?" "What? I don't know. She certainly gets very touchy at times---more so recently. I don't think she's ever done it with a woman before but I sense that she is...curious. I know you've always wanted to fuck her. She's so damn young!" "You know me too well." "And you know me too well! I'm a very sexual being---that's why you married me. In spite of how well fucked you keep me...I still check out a beautiful young woman---almost as often as you do. So is that what you want? Do you want me to seduce her...bring her to our bed?" "I want you to seduce her...and bring her to your bed. I want you to fuck her." "That could get complicated; she is our neighbor and your friend's wife. I assume you don't want her husband Dave involved?" "Not remotely. If you don't want me to fuck her, then I won't. But I want you to...and I want to watch." "You would not share me with another man---would you?" "Never...but certainly with another woman." "Very well. But I want you to do more than watch. I want to watch you fuck her---with me there of course. You've wanted to fuck her since they first moved here. You won't be happy until you do. I need to protect my own interests; you can fuck her...we'll both fuck her...together." "As you wish." "You're so easy." *** "Karen, do you believe your husband is faithful to you?" "What? I don't know. He travels. He's often surrounded by very attractive younger women---not that I'm that old, I'm only twenty-eight. I see the way they look at him. I don't see him falling in love with another woman and leaving me---it would cost him an arm and a leg---and he dotes on the children. He's attentive...dutiful. No, he's certainly fucked more than one of them---I'm sure of it. But it's no matter; he's a good father...a good husband." "And you? You are a very beautiful young woman, Karen. My husband salivates every time you come out in the yard in one of those tight little outfits. He loves your legs...your ass." "He said that---told you?" "We have a very open and candid relationship, Karen...no secrets. You didn't answer my question." "No. I've never cheated on him. I've been tempted but..." "Tempted by...another man...or a woman?" "What? You are very scary, Nina. You know me too well. Tempted by a man? On occasion. One in particular. By a woman...more recently. I came very close at the New Year's Eve party. Nothing really happened; a hug, a kiss, tongues...touching." "How did it make you feel?" "Excited...scared...wet." "Show me, Karen. Show me what happened at the stroke of midnight." Nina had moved provocatively into Karen's space. Their faces...lips...breasts...cunts were scant inches apart. She saw the hint of indecision in Karen's eyes combined with something else...longing...desire...lust. Make your move. Nina's hands went to Karen's face...slight resistance...now faltering...a whimper...the resistance was futile... Go for it! Their lips met...Karen moaned. Their tongues met...probed...hands moved...explored...caressed...the exploration became bolder...decidedly intimate. Karen pulled back...but did not run away. "Karen, I find you very attractive...so fresh and sexy. If you are uncomfortable, then it goes no farther and we need not speak of it again. Your children are at school. Our husbands are many miles away. I want you, Karen...I want you so much...want you now. No one will know. I want to love you...fuck you...give you pleasure." Close the deal. Nina took Karen's hand and placed it on her breast. She didn't pull away...began to caress...her other hand moved to her shoulder...pulling her close...pushing her own body against her...the hand moved downward, exploring her rump...probing through the thin fabric of her sundress...pulling the hem up now...a warm hand touching her smooth leg...running up her thigh...gasping at the discovery of her wanton nakedness...lingering...probing her cleft...sliding down to her steamy slot. The deal is done. So easy! It had always been so easy for Nina. Men were impossibly easy...hardly a challenge. She could have any of them she desired although she desired only one...the one she had. Women could be more of a challenge, particularly the virgins...like Karen. The wonderful innocence of a young woman enjoying another woman for the first time. Training them to please...giving them pleasure which they had never imagined. Nina withdrew but only momentarily. Deftly pulling the sundress over her head she stood before Karen in all of her naked voluptuousness. Her hands moved to Karen's blouse, helping her pull it off. The zipper at the side of her shorts now. A cooperative effort as Karen kicked them away. Now the delicious little thong which barely covered her hairless pussy and tight runner's rear. A hand there...fingers exploring...probing her slippery slit. "Dave likes me that way...like a pubescent girl...bare...he calls it his little-girl cunt. Do you like it?" "I love it...no stubble?" "Wax...tweezers...depilatory...electrolysis---never a razor. You have more...hair there." "My husband prefers it, trimmed and shaped of course---but very bushy. It excites him." "Nina, I don't have any experience here...what do we do now?" Nina took her hand and led her wordlessly to the master bedroom. As if in explanation, she gently pushed her down on the bed. Karen's soft white thighs fell open instinctively. "My bare little girl cunt today, Karen?" Karen nodded...her hands moved to Nina's head as if wishing to direct her. She need not have done so. Nina had her target in sight. "Ohhh!" the younger woman said as Nina's experienced lips and tongue found her center. That's right, little bitch! Fuck my face with that little girl cunt. You're mine now! This is only the appetizer. You have no earthly idea how good I can make you feel. Learn and observe now, you sweet little fuck. Soon it will be your turn. She so loved seduction...the sense of power...control...bending their will. So easy! This one would soon do anything Nina desired...anything...to include fucking her husband...any way he or Nina wanted...even in the ass...yes! I want to watch him forcing his big cock between these tight little cheeks as I spur him on...whispering tender words of encouragement...he would believe he owned her...when in fact it was Nina who would own her...command her. She came so quickly. What a delicious little cunt...so much cum there. One side of her just wanted to fuck that bald young pussy right now...the required implement was close by in the bedside drawer. No, too soon and decidedly too butch at this stage. But she must know who is in charge...who is the dominant one...never forget her place. Climbing on the bed, she pushed Karen down on her back; her legs still dangled over the edge. She moved astride her, her knees on either side of her compact form. She knows what's coming...uncertainty...even fear. Can't give her time to back out...need to cum...need to feel that hot little mouth...fuck that hot little mouth. Trap her blond head so that she understood exactly what was expected. Karen knew...understood. Her tongue was reaching for her now...tantalizing her hirsute offering. So easy...almost instinct...oh, yes! Good...too slow, though. Pick up the pace. Push your hairy muff into her mouth...show her what you expect...need. Fuck that sweet little face. Harder now...faster....oh, yessss! Kiss her now...tender strokes...reward her for letting you fuck her mouth. Roll her over gently. What a perfect little ass...so tight...so firm...so succulent. Kiss her now...run your lips over her soft young body...slide you tongue along her flawless back. Explore her cleft...open for me now, sweet little bitch...you cannot deny me...I will have all of you. That's right...no use fighting it...you want my mouth there...my tongue along your tightest place...teasing it. Finger below...inside that little-girl cunt...finding the magic button...expertly working it with experienced fingers...reaching beneath to find those proud, hard titties. She's breathing faster now...gasping...so close. Now...slip your tongue inside...fuck her little anus with your tongue...take her to a new level. Oh, yes! So easy...she came so quickly...so willingly. Her surrender was almost absolute. Nina was not remotely done with their first episode together. Rolling Karen over again, she climbed on her, her lips lingered over those modest but incredibly perfect tits. Karen's face showed a startled look as she felt Nina's plump, bushy mound on her own hairless one. Fuck that sweet young cunt...that's right, you sweet slut...you've got it now! You're fucking me back. You'll come again---I know you will. You'll come any time I want you to...any way I want you to. Grind that bald little pussy into me now, my love...that's right...you are so close...oh, yes!!! Very nice...my turn now...so fucking close....fuck! Ohhhhh! Yessss! Perfection. Enough for the first lesson? Maybe...maybe not. "Nina...have you ever fucked a woman...you know with a..." "Cock? A strap-on? Is that something you think you might like?" "I don't know; I'm so new to this...maybe...yes." "It's not for everyone but if you think you want to...I can certainly procure one in short order. Maybe next time? There will be a next time...tomorrow I would think. Our husbands won't be back." "Okay...yes, a next time. Can I help you shop for it...help pick it out?" "What? Sure! I have a catalogue in the bedside table. They ship overnight. Would you like to see the selection?" Karen nodded innocently. Nina was certain that Karen had never perused such a catalogue before. So naïve and inexperienced. She giggled like a teenager. "That one, I think? What do you think?" "It comes highly recommended. We can order it online right now if you wish." "And those things there..." "Anal toys...butt plugs...penetrators. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Karen?" "No...never. I don't think Dave is so inclined...Rick?" "We have a very...adventurous sex life, Karen. Ass fucking is certainly a regular part of it." "And you...like it?" "If I didn't, I wouldn't participate in it. I don't do anything sexual that doesn't give me pleasure." "That...and that one too, I think. Can we order them please?" "Of course. Let's do so right now." The order was placed within a few minutes to be shipped Next Day Priority. What thoughts go through a woman's mind the first time she chooses to share him with another woman? Jealousy and envy are certainly possible. If the other woman is more adept...more skillful...talented. After the initial newness if he continues to prefer fucking the other woman...not good. Possibly the best clue is how he fucks her---his wife---after fucking the other woman. Does he seem even more excited---harder---than before? Does she fear that he wants the other woman more than he wants her? If she also finds the other woman extremely satisfying as a partner...it's an entirely different matter. Nina knew the truth that so many women simply cannot accept: men are not wired for monogamy. Give them a little distance, possibly alcohol, an opportunity and a willing and reasonably seductive female and they'll mount her at the first opportunity. Certainly some who stray fall in love and that can be very dangerous. It doesn't tend to occur unless the marriage is already broken. Her marriage to Rick was rock solid. She had no fear of bringing the younger, nubile competing female into their bed. She knew she was completely in control. Nina was the alpha female; she was always in complete control. She knew her husband; while he would certainly derive significant pleasure from fucking the younger, somewhat submissive blonde, she wasn't his type. A little strange would be good for him---good for her...good for their marriage. There were no secrets between them; no one was sneaking around. Not quite yet, however. She needed to complete Karen's training...assure her absolute submission. Prepare and open her for new experiences. Make her the perfect playmate---not only for her husband but for herself. By the weekend all should be in readiness. Rick would be home; Dave and Karen's children would be spending the weekend at a theme park many miles away. It was a special "daddy's" weekend. It would be an even more special weekend for momma. The toys arrived just before ten the following morning. She called her neighbor; Karen was at her door in a couple of minutes. Oh, my! She was dressed seductively this morning. Wishing to please Nina with her appearance. No hint of reluctance as they kissed and touched in the entrance hall. How sweet! The pretty young bitch was accommodating so much quicker than Nina could even have hoped. So pliable...so perfect! How to begin? Karen made her own decision; she wanted to sample the butt toys or more accurately she wanted Nina to show her their use. Nina obliged. A half an hour later, Nina was dripping and her nipples were painfully hard. Fucking the sweet, tight virgin ass with the various objects had been so very exciting. Nina had certainly not led a sheltered life sexually but this idea of having a personal plaything...her own little girl to essentially do as she pleased with...delightful! She had made her personal bitch cum several times. It was with a frantic need for release that she began fucking that cute young face with her bushy mound. How much the young woman had learned in such a short time! Karen's tongue found its mark and caressed it expertly. Nina came hard, unable and unwilling to stop the waves of aftershocks that flowed over her body. It had been a long time; she had almost forgotten how good an inexperienced but enthusiastic young woman could make her feel. She had her own fuck toy again...naïve...willing to learn...experiment. She would soon share her with her husband, she mused...almost with a tinge of regret. "I enjoyed that, Nina...making you come I mean. Would you like me to---let me---use this last anal toy on you? Before we...this one is different...it's got batteries...rotates and vibrates." Nina's mind raced. She was still horny...needed to cum again. Letting Karen explore her rectum with the new toy...would she lose control? Lose her advantage over the younger woman? Still, the idea of the sweet young thing caressing her...shoving that big vibrating toy inside her...certainly using her mouth and tongue to excite her. She knew she was stronger than Karen---certainly never submissive. Why not? OH, MY! It was even better than Nina could have hoped for! Karen had such soft hands...a sweet mouth...sucked her ample tits so perfectly considering her short tenure on the other side. A sweet mouth...a nasty mouth. "Thank you for letting me taste your ass, dear Nina. Such a perfect ass you have...hard nipples...long and so delicious. Do you want me to fuck you now with this big cock? Shove it all the way inside your asshole? Maybe your hairy cunt first...yes...in your cunt...all the way inside...you're fucking that big cock already. Wait! Let me turn it on. The low vibration first...that's right...now the other button. Oh, yes! Let me fuck you with it, Nina...such a cock slut...so hot...cum for me baby." Nina came as if struck by lightning. She'd never let a woman do that to her before...a man, of course, many times. Her ass felt left out. She wanted that big cock in her ass...had to have it there...trembling in anticipation. Karen was smiling. The end of the instrument was just at the entrance to her rectum...testing the barrier...teasing her until she was at her wits end. Then to her consternation it stopped. What was her bitch thinking? "Is this what you want in your ass, Nina? Or maybe you want this?" Nina had not been paying attention. As Karen had teased her anus with the anal fuck toy, she had donned the strap on...the rubber cock which was intended for her ass, not Nina's. Now she was gripping its ample girth with her hands. No, this had not been in the plans. But her ass so needed to be penetrated...to be fucked. The tables had turned. No problem; Nina had plenty of time to reassert her control. "Yes...okay...fuck me, my little bitch---fuck me!" Deftly the younger woman was upon her, roughly massaging her big breasts with her hands...mauling her mouth with her own. Talking...whispering...nasty little mouth. The head of the big silicone implement at her entrance...teasing again. One hand at her throat...applying pressure...just the right amount...making her delightfully lightheaded. She'd played this game before. She played all of the games. Rick didn't really like this game so they never played it...she'd missed it. "Do you want me to fuck you now Nina?" What was the girl's problem? Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me in the ass! "Yes...please...hurry." "Please? Are you begging?" "Yes...begging...now?" "So my bitch wants her ass fucked?" "Yes." "Say it." "I want my ass fucked." "No, say it!" More pressure at her throat now...almost too much. "Your bitch wants her ass fucked." "You're my bitch then?" "Yes...yes...I'm your bitch. Please fuck your bitch." "That's all I needed to hear." Still teasing but shoving the long tool deep in her bowels...so deep! She could feel Karen's little girl cunt now against her own mound. The hand not at her throat pinching her taut nipples...grabbing her hair...pain...good pain...delicious fucking pain...more pain...dizziness...slamming into her now. Telling her what a nasty bitch she was...anal slut...dirty fucking dyke. Oh, sweet Jesus! Every nerve ending in her body tingled...close to passing out...got to cum first...oh...yesssssss! Nina was far too exhausted to continue. It was just as well; Karen's children would soon need to be picked up at school. It almost frightened Nina how much she had enjoyed having the younger woman take her ass...cause her pain...dominate her. It was an absolute first. Consciously she didn't think she wanted it to happen that way again. Subconsciously she knew it had been the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. "Has fucking my husband ever crossed your mind, Nina?" Karen asked the following morning in Nina's kitchen. "What? No! I don't mean that the way it sounded. He's a really cute guy with a nice body. I wouldn't kick him out of bed but I don't fantasize about fucking my good friend's husband. Anyway, from what you told me he's not that...exciting." "I wasn't really honest with you. His antics in the bedroom border on dreadful. I'm so envious of you! You and Rick seem to have such a perfect life together and I sense that you and Rick have a very...fulfilling sex life." "I can't complain---Rick's a great fuck." Nina paused. Oh this was just too easy. "Do you want to fuck him, Karen?" "No! Of course not! You're my friend...but...yes...I've thought about it...particularly when Dave is climbing all over me in his own clumsy way. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything." "I'd let you---let you fuck Rick. But only with me there---in the same bed...part of it." "A three-way?" Karen hand covered her mouth as she giggled like a school girl who has just seen her first photo of a naked man. Close the Deal "Well, I think if we offer them two and a quarter million they will insist on three and we can come back with a firm two and a half," Joe said, walking to the large window overlooking the pool area. "Yeah, that's been our target all along," Scott added. "What if they balk at two and a half?" "We walk. There's other property in Florida," Joe replied. The two investors had spent forty eight hours in Orlando scoping out a piece of land they had heard about the month before. From the suite of a luxury hotel, they attempted to finalize their approach to the seller. They were fairly new to the business and their small company needed this—plus a couple other opportunities—to make a splash and bring in new patrons. Joe was thirty eight; Scott thirty five. They were single, rich, and well known for their love of good parties. Joe was taller, more athletic and a risk taker. Scott was the thinker and planner. The plan was to retire at fifty. This trip to Florida was key to those plans. Joe stared down at the young mothers at the pool, but his mind was working on money. "That Wilson dude seemed like an easy target," he said. "I don't think he'll turn down two and a half million dollars." "What was the history of the sales of the land around it again?" Scott asked. "Oh, I had that in the binder," Joe said, turning back into the room and gazing around. "Where'd we put that?" Scott rummaged through a stack of things on a table nearest the couch. Joe did the same to a pile on a chair. "Shit," Joe exclaimed. "We couldn't have left that in Atlanta, could we?" Scott said with a hint of disgust. "Damn it. We must have. We HAVE to have that binder, Scott." "I know. I know," Scott said. "We'll have it shipped, I guess." Joe was back at the window, pacing. A moment of silence passed, and then he looked at Scott with a wry grin. "We need it tomorrow," Joe said calmly. "But what time tomorrow is not a big deal. We can have it driven down from Atlanta I suppose. That's maybe six and a half hours plus rest stops and food." "Driven? By who?" Scott asked. Joe's grin returned. He said, "I think that's a task for Alex." Scott looked puzzled. "Why Alex? She hasn't been in on this project." "So what?" Joe blurted. " What difference does that make driving a fucking binder from one city to another? She's not tied up on anything else and it won't kill her to spend a few days in sunny Orlando." "She's been with us less than a month, Joe. I think her training with Cheryl is more important than a few days in Florida," Scott argued. Joe rolled his eyes. "God damn it, Scott. Be creative for once in your life. Is there anybody else in the office you'd rather see at the pool or at one of the clubs around here than Alex? She's what...twenty three? Single? Gorgeous?" Scott paced the floor accepting the verbal lashings from his partner. "Alright. Send her down," Scott said grudgingly. "God knows she's better looking than you." Joe was already sending the e-mail with instructions for Alex to get the binder, pack for three days, and arrive by five the next afternoon. *** Alex was hired by Joe and Scott with the future in mind. She was a recent Georgia Tech graduate, with honors, earning a Bachelor's degree in marketing. The men were going to need a company spokesperson when they expanded and, dealing primarily with older men in their transactions, it seemed logical to hire a young, beautiful woman. Her long, brown hair framed a faultless face. Her body and legs were perfectly proportioned. Alex was shy by nature, but not averse to taking risks when necessary. They interviewed nobody else after Joe saw her. "What should I pack, Cheryl?" Alex asked her closest friend at work when the e-mail arrived. "Do you want to work here for a while or not?" the middle-aged Cheryl asked her. "Well, yeah." "Then I'd suggest the smallest bikini you own...if you don't own one, buy one tonight...and shorts, t-shirts...tank tops especially, oh...and a short dress," Cheryl directed her. "Joe loves short dresses." "Am I going to Orlando or Vegas?" Alex said with a perplexed stare. "Kind of both. This trip may be more important than you think," Cheryl said. "Whatever. But I don't get it," Alex admitted. "You will," was Cheryl's reply. Alex had all day the following day to 'get it.' By the time she was checked into her room at four o'clock, she had made up her mind exactly how she was going to handle the unexpected predicament she found herself in. She would be professional first, playful when appropriate, and cautious always. They were lofty ambitions and utterly contrary to Joe's intentions, as Alex would quickly find out. With the precious binder in hand, she made her way to Joe's suite. Before knocking she glanced down at her sleeveless blouse and shorts to make any final adjustments. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door. "You made it! Come on in, Alex," Joe said with a wide smile when the door opened. "Hi, Scott," Alex said when she saw him on the couch. "Hi, Alex. Good drive down?" he asked. Alex shrugged. "Long, but no problems." Joe stood next to her. "Sorry about you having to do this, but we absolutely had to have that file and when it came down to having some UPS dude bring it or you, we thought you might like a short working vacation." "Thanks," she said. "Whatever you need me to do, let me know." "Oh, we will. Have a seat," Joe told her. They chatted for half an hour before Joe suggested they meet for dinner at six in the hotel restaurant. "Then we'll see what's open in the area," he said. "You'll have to tell us what music you will and will not tolerate, Alex." She laughed nervously and said, "Whatever you choose is fine, I'm sure." Her first attempt at being professional brought a smile to Joe and Scott's faces. Back in her room, Alex looked into the closet and considered Cheryl's advice. She reached for her newest dress, a black form-fitting halter top with a flared bottom. It almost reached her knees and may not have met Cheryl's requirement of being ultra-short, but it was the first night. She had shorter ones if the need to be playful arose. The choice was met with approval by the men when they reassembled outside the restaurant. Dinner was served and eaten leisurely while the threesome talked. Alex began to recognize the dominance of Joe over the more sedate Scott, but she herself was more from Scott's mold and was somewhat attracted to, or at least intrigued by, the quieter man. This feeling was enforced during the couple of hours they spent at a nearby club. Because of Joe's habit of staying on the floor even after Alex quit, she ended up sitting alone with Scott quite a bit. Close to midnight, they returned to the hotel. Scott was quick to head for his own room. But Joe turned to Alex and said, "Do you mind if we talk for ten minutes? I want to explain what we'll need tomorrow, and maybe beyond." "Sure. Not too long, though," Alex requested. "It was a long day." "Of course," Joe assured her as they entered his suite. To reinforce her appeal, Alex remained standing when Joe began to explain. "Tomorrow we are meeting in here with the guy who owns the property we want to buy," he said. "He has other properties we'd also be interested in, depending on how much he'll deal with us. This guy is really important to us, and to our future." Alex nodded. "If you are willing, Alex, you can play a major role in this transaction. One that will benefit all of us a great deal," Joe said, standing close by Alex's side. "Oh? I thought I was on vacation?" "I believe I said working vacation," Joe said quickly. "It's always your choice. You can head back to Atlanta at any time." His tone made it clear to Alex which he would prefer. "What are my choices?" Joe said, "I'd like you to be in here when we meet with Wilson. He may need incentive to consider our offer, or he may want to celebrate afterwards. I think you showed tonight that you can entertain very nicely." Alex nervously played with her necklace. "Define entertain," she finally said. Joe smiled and stepped closer to Alex, facing her. He put his hands on her sides. "You are much better looking than Scott and me, Alex. I'm sure Wilson would enjoy having you around. You could pay him special attention if the occasion came up," Joe said in his most charming voice. Alex may have preferred Scott's personality, but she could never deny Joe's good looks and appeal. She nearly forgot what he was asking her to do as she looked into his eyes. "Came up?" she almost whispered. "The occasion or Wilson?" Joe's hands slid in front of her dress, tracing the bottom of her breasts with his fingers. "Wilson," Joe said. "Just like you're doing to me now." His fingers explored the front of Alex's dress and stopped when he felt her nipples under the thin material. Her eyes never left his. Alex let one hand travel to the front of his pants. "And then what would you want me to do?" Alex asked, her hand finding the outline of his erection. "Whatever you think is appropriate to help close the deal," he replied. Joe's right hand slipped inside the deep neckline of Alex's dress and touched the soft flesh of her breast. Her fingers applied more pressure to his cock. Joe squeezed her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, resulting in a sudden gasp escaping Alex's mouth. Both of Alex's hands were on his pants, pulling down the zipper and frantically reaching for his cock. As she drew it out, Joe lifted the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders and let them fall down her arms, exposing the bulk of her tits. Alex hastily withdrew her arms from the dress and let her breasts become fully exposed. Then she dropped to her knees. Joe's cock was long and thick and throbbing. Alex no longer thought about her future with Joe's company, or Wilson and his land. All she cared about was the incredible cock in front of her that waited for her touch and kisses and tongue. She ran her fingers up the underside of the cock before loosely wrapping her hand around it. Alex felt the warmth of Joe's blood pulsing through the blue veins. She kissed the hard, pink tip. Alex tilted her head and allowed her tongue to glide over the bottom and side of the cock. She felt it twitch. She spread her lips and placed them around the head of Joe's shaft. She pushed forward as slowly as she could, despite her excitement, and let the cock slide inside her mouth inch by inch. Just before she felt her lips touch his balls, the cock struck the back of her throat. She'd never had anybody this large and wondered what it would feel like in her pussy. Then she began to let him fuck her mouth, with his hand gently on the top of her head. Alex considered herself pretty good at oral sex and enjoyed it very much, but she put extra effort into pleasing Joe, realizing once again the importance of her short stay in Orlando. As a result, her normally active tongue and delicate fingers worked overtime. She sucked him and stroked him until the first drops of precum delivered their salty treat to her tongue. Alex heard Joe's first groan of delight since she started the blowjob and it only made her more anxious to please him. She put her hands on his ass and let him use her mouth as hard and fast as he wanted to. Alex fought the urge to rub her clit, but she knew that she could cum within seconds if given the chance. Not this time, however. This was all about Joe and auditioning, perhaps, for Wilson. "God, Alex. That feels so good." Joe's voice surprised her amid the relative quiet of their short session so far. "Just like that," he continued. "I'm almost there." 'Oh shit,' Alex thought to herself. 'I better figure out what I'm going to do.' The decision was normally simple: she would swallow everything he offered. Then Joe made the choice for her. "I want to cum on your tits," Joe said in a more desperate tone. "Now, Alex. I'm almost...oh God!" She quickly took the cock in her hand and held it directly over her tits. Alex gripped it tightly and pumped as fast as her arm would move. She looked up and met Joe's eyes gazing down. He grimaced, arched his back, and groaned loudly. "Yes! Yes!" he cried out. The first shot of cum splattered against Alex's chest. The next couple she directed onto her tits. Stream after stream poured from Joe's cock. It got on Alex's hand and acted as a lubricant as she masturbated him harder. His moans filled the suite even as the last drops of cum fell between her tits. Alex waited before putting him back in her mouth and cleaning the cock the best she could. Joe shuddered one last time and relaxed. Alex let him pull out, still semi-erect. "That was awesome," he told her. He looked down at Alex and grinned. "I'll get a towel." *** Mr. Wilson sat at the desk in Joe's suite, studying one sheet of many sheets of paper stacked in front of him. He adjusted his reading glasses and continued reading. Joe and Scott were in chairs on the opposite side of the desk when they weren't pacing the floor. Alex sat quietly on a couch, nervously playing with the hem of her newest, shortest dress. She scrutinized Wilson from her vantage point beside, and a little behind, him. He was probably fifty years old, maybe less, with thinning hair, a deep, dark tan, and just the hint of a belly. His attitude in the one hour she had known him was one of wealth and big business. But he wasn't bad looking by any means and he had been professional with her when they spoke. Now he was conducting business and any other personality he might have was put aside. Occasionally he asked questions of Joe and Scott that Alex didn't fully understand. She could barely balance her measly bank account. The terms of a multi-million dollar real estate transaction were beyond her. But she recognized a stalemate when she heard one and the men were clearly at odds over the final price. Wilson was not having anything to do with Joe and Scott's offer of two and half million. Voices were not raised, but the tension in the room rose with each passing minute. Alex saw Wilson push his chair back from the desk. She saw the trepidation on Joe's face. "Let's take a break," Joe said calmly. "We can come back to it. How about a drink?" Without ever changing the expression on his face, Wilson said, "Yeah. I need to think about it. I'll take a beer if you have one." "Absolutely," Joe answered quickly. "Alex, a round for everyone, please." Alex rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen, well aware of the three sets of eyes following her all the way. If Cheryl's advice was correct, it was about to pay off. Alex's summery, floral sundress showed ample leg and cleavage. She met the eye candy test for Wilson, but Alex was still uncertain of Joe's plans for her in the meeting besides being a waitress. Perhaps she would have to make that call herself. She returned with the drinks and found that Wilson had moved to the end of the same couch she was using. When her serving duties were complete, she sat a few feet from him. "Your bosses are making my life difficult, Alex," Wilson said. "I'm not sure I believe their story about being new at this." With his glasses off and sitting this much closer to her, Alex took another look at Wilson and concluded his tough persona may be a facade. "Well, they've been nothing but fair and kind to me, Mr. Wilson. I can vouch for the fact this is a young company that they are trying to build," she stated. "Don't give up on us so soon." Wilson chuckled between drinks. "First of all, Alex, call me Charles. Secondly, I'm not giving up. This is all a game, you see. I'm trying to win. Joe and Scott are trying to win. In the end, perhaps we all win. We'll see." Alex grinned back at him. "If it's a game, I'm just a ball girl, I suppose." "No, no," Wilson assured her. "You're a full member of their team. Everybody plays their part and has a role, Alex." "And what's mine?" she asked. His eyes betrayed his thoughts as they quickly took in the entire length of Alex's body. His hesitation to answer seemed like an eternity to her. Then he said, "Brains and beauty. They can be a valuable asset in this business." "Which do you prefer?" He held back another laugh. "Brains will get your foot in the door," he replied. "Beauty will close the deal." Alex knew her opportunity to act would be brief. This was it. She rose to her feet and walked closer to Wilson. "Are we close to a deal favorable to both you and my bosses?" she asked him. He nodded silently. "Stand up, Charles." They stood face to face, inches apart. Alex said, "I hope so. Now, let's close the deal." Her hand moved to his crotch and she felt the start of his erection. Joe and Scott watched in silence, in awe of the resolve being shown by their new employee. Only Joe could relate to what Wilson was feeling between his legs at the moment. Alex leaned forward and kissed Wilson. It was tentative and short. "Touch me, Charles. Anywhere. All over," she whispered. His cock was now straining to grow within the confines of his pants. While Alex gripped it, Wilson's hands slid up the back of her thighs and onto her ass. They pushed her panties aside and clutched at the fullness of her cheeks. Then he shifted and placed both hands where the neckline of her dress met the rise of her breasts. Soon, he had the material pushed aside and was cupping her tits in both hands. They kissed again and Alex rubbed what had become his full-blown erection. He felt huge to her, but did not open his pants. She waited for directions, which came quickly. "Perhaps the bedroom would be more appropriate," Wilson said to her softly. Alex took his hand in hers and made the first move towards the bedroom. Without a word or even a glance at Joe and Scott, she and Wilson walked into the room and closed the door. Once alone, any reservations Alex and Wilson might have had were tossed aside, along with all of Wilson's clothes. Alex stripped him rapidly while not allowing him to take off a single piece of her clothing. She would handle that her own way, she told him. Alex spent only a few seconds gazing at Wilson's stiff cock. Her primary purpose was to give him a show that would force him to accept whatever terms Joe and Scott offered. She was eager to get on with it. "Get on the bed," she said. Wilson obeyed, sitting with his back against the headboard, never taking his eyes off Alex. She kicked off her shoes and played with the bottom of her dress, raising it nearly to her pussy and letting it fall gently back into place. She ran her hands up the front of the dress until reaching her breasts. Alex lingered there for a moment before reaching for the shoulder straps. One at a time, she slipped them off her shoulders and onto her arms. The dress sank until all but the nipples of her tits showed. Using one hand on the front of her dress, she pulled it down nearly to her waist, exposing her breasts. Wilson's cock pointed at the ceiling in what appeared to Alex to be agonizing stiffness. His wry grin and squinty eyes could not betray his lust for her and Alex, herself, felt the wetness between her legs growing as she stared at his erection. She let the dress fall to the floor. Alex stepped forward to free her feet from the dress, but remained a short distance from the bed. Her fingers slid inside the sides of her panties and Wilson watched the outline of her hands move around to her pussy. He saw the panties stretch as both hands sought the clit that ached so much for attention. After a few brief strokes, Alex pushed down and let the panties ride down her thighs. She bent over slightly and used one hand to remove the underwear from one leg, and then the other. She tossed the panties aside. Close the Deal It was the best show she could put on and Wilson seemed to approve. "Turn around," he said. Alex nervously turned her ass towards him. With both arms hanging at her sides and her legs held tightly together, Wilson had the perfect view of her round, tight cheeks. He stroked his cock a couple times before telling Alex to face him again. "What would you like?" Alex asked. Wilson hesitated only a moment before responding, "I'd like you to join me." Alex climbed onto the bed from the bottom, crawling towards him and spreading his legs as she did so. Wilson's eyes were locked onto her tits as they hung down, getting closer and closer to his cock. Alex noticed and leaned to allow them to very slowly slide over his now-throbbing dick. She stopped and pressed down, making sure the cock was between her tits. Wilson took the lead and squeezed the breasts together, while starting to drive his cock back and forth. Their eyes met and Wilson grinned. "I could do that all day," he said. "But we can do better," Alex told him. Wilson's face expressed the sexual tension that was building inside him. "Show me," he said. Alex moved slightly backward so that her face was directly over his cock. It wasn't as thick as Joe's, she thought to herself, but might have actually been harder and longer. In any case, she was intent on making Wilson the happiest man in Orlando as quickly as possible. He watched her hover over his crotch for a second and then lower herself so that her tongue could slide up the entire length of his shaft. Wilson closed his eyes in ecstasy and arched his back. Alex continued to lick him. She teased him with a half dozen trips up, down, and around the cock. Then, finally, she spread her lips and promptly took as much of the cock as she possibly could into her mouth. Alex tightened her lips on the shaft and let her tongue caress it. Alex was very good at this, and she knew it. She enjoyed doing it, especially to an older man who had something she and her bosses wanted—money. Perhaps naively, she felt a sense of power. Better yet, this was only a prelude to the ultimate use of her command over Wilson. Her head bobbed continuously on the cock until the early signs of his orgasm told her it was time to move on. She leaned up and rested on her knees. "Tell me how to make you cum, Charles." With his hands pulling on her nipples, Wilson replied, "I'd regret it forever if I didn't ask you to fuck me. But, please, you decide what would make you happiest." Alex tilted her head to the side, feeling the pulses rush through her body from his manipulation of her nipples. "As much as I'd like to suck your cock until you came, I think I'd rather feel you inside me," she said. "Just lie there. I'll do the rest." She bent forward at the waist and let one her tits enter his waiting mouth. Wilson eagerly sucked on the breast, cupping it in his hand and squeezing it roughly. He moved to the other tit and, by the time he was done, Alex thought she would cum before even getting to his cock. She slid forward and felt his cock under her pussy. Alex reached down and lifted the cock into place, allowing the head to rest between the flaps protecting her slit. She spread her legs and felt the shaft enter her; just the head at first. Then more. Alex purposely did not lower herself any more. She looked at Wilson. "Fuck me, Charles. Fuck me hard," she told him. He put his hands on her hips. She saw his mouth harden into a grimace. And then, suddenly, his hold on her waist tightened and he thrust his cock up into her cunt with violent force. "Ahhhhhhh, fuck. Yes!," Alex cried out. Wilson began at a rapid pace that never diminished, much to Alex's delight. She heard his breathing get heavier and heavier as they continued, yet he pounded her equally hard from beginning to end. He repeatedly played with her tits and brought her close to an orgasm several times. Each time, Alex leaned down and kissed him, letting her tongue play against his as they fucked. Minutes passed. Their mutual groans grew louder. Alex's juices ran over Wilson's cock and down the insider of her thigh. Her nipples felt like they would burst from stimulation. She never wanted the session to end. "God, Alex. You're so good. So tight," Wilson mumbled. "You feel great inside me. I want you to cum so bad," she answered. "Almost," he gasped. "Almost. Oh my god!" "C'mon, Charles. Fuck me. Harder!" He held her by the ass and Alex tightened her cunt around his cock. She heard him gasp. They were both so close. "Oh God. Now! Now, Alex. I'm going to..." "That's it," she urged him. "Ahhhhhh, yes!" His thrusts finally slowed just a bit, but picked up in intensity. Then she felt it. The first blast of his cum was accompanied by a loud grunt from Wilson. After that, each time his cock was shoved deeper into her, another blast was delivered. Alex reached down for her clit. She rubbed it furiously. Within seconds, she was cumming and didn't know, or care, if Wilson even noticed. Together they came for nearly a minute. Their moans combined into a single cacophony of sound. Their bodies slapped together. It was only when Wilson could no longer force a drop of cum from his cock that Alex fell forward and rested on his body. He lightly played with her ass, still feeling his wet cock sliding inside her and her breasts pressed against his chest. Little was said while they dressed. They kissed before opening the door. But once they began to enter the living area of the suite, Alex turned to Wilson and said, "Oh, by the way. It's two and half million, right?" "Two and a half it is, Alex." *** The following day was one of celebration for Joe, Scott and Alex. The deal with Wilson was agreed upon in principle, although weeks of paperwork and government red-tape lie ahead. It was the cornerstone of what they all hoped would be bigger and better things in the future. Joe indulged them all with a lavish dinner at a restaurant they never would have thought to go to a few days earlier. Then it was back to the hotel suite where the alcohol flowed even more freely than usual. Alex was repeatedly singled out by her bosses as the basis for their success with Wilson. If Alex had any qualms about her role, which she didn't, those qualms would have been overwhelmed by the rush she got from Joe and Scott's endorsements. She felt a part of the company for the first time. During the evening, Alex felt herself being drawn by a new, lighter side of Scott that she'd never seen before. Without the pressure of the deal hanging over him, he actually sounded and acted more human; more approachable. She was intrigued by the possibility of breaking through Scott's self-imposed shell, all the while knowing that it was Joe who was most likely plotting a night alone with Alex. She only briefly considered a threesome, then concentrated solely on Scott. Alex spent more of her time in conversation with him. She sat closest to him. She touched his arm or leg as often as she could without drawing attention to it. Scott's natural shyness was always apparent, but Alex was breaking the ice. It was well after midnight that they discussed the next day's schedule and the party wound down. Alex needed Scott to leave with her if her strategy was to work, so she lingered as long as she could. Luckily, at a lull in the conversation, Scott got up to leave. Alex joined him. As they walked down the hallway and approached Alex's room, she said, "Do you want to come in for a few minutes, Scott?" He shook his head. "No. It's late. Thanks." Alex pulled out her key card. "Ah, c'mon. It's been a good day. Come in for just a minute." She gave him her best pleading look. Alex could see Scott thinking; wavering. She unlocked the door. "Come on, Scott," she said. He followed her. "It's been a busy few days," Alex said while closing the door. "A little more than I expected when I was asked to drive some documents down." Scott stood in the center of the room. "I really hope you don't feel like, um, like you were forced to, um...," he began to say. Alex walked next to him. "No. I don't feel like I was forced to do anything, Scott. It was business." He nodded, but didn't smile. Nerves would have power over him as long as he was alone with Alex in her room, and he knew it. "I know Joe appreciates it a lot," he said. "And you?" Alex asked. "Oh, I do, too, of course. But it's important that Joe..." She interrupted him again. "Let's not worry about Joe for now. OK?" Alex lightly touched Scott's arm. "Let me change into jeans or something," she said. "Have a seat." She disappeared into the bathroom and Scott sat on the only couch in the room. He looked around anxiously during the minute or two Alex was gone. Then the bathroom door opened. Alex had chosen 'something' over jeans and walked into the room wearing a bathrobe that was loosely tied and ended well above her knees. Scott's heart raced as Alex walked across the room toward the couch, and quietly took a seat next to him. She crossed her legs and made no effort to pull the robe over her exposed thighs. "It's too late for jeans," she said calmly. "I love my robe." Scott stole a stealthy glance that Alex noticed immediately and she smiled to herself. She secretly put her chances of success at seventy five percent, maybe eighty. "I haven't seen anything yet that you don't look good in, Alex," Scott said. It was by far the most personal thing he had ever said to her since she arrived. Alex wanted to take advantage. "Thank you. I was beginning to believe you never noticed." "It's hard not to notice," he said. "But I respect you too much." She turned her body to face him a little better. "Too much for what?" Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Too much to think that I...that you would, you know, even care that I noticed." Alex grinned and leaned closer to him. She put her lips on the side of his face and kissed him. Scott's face blushed instantly and Alex wondered if the same blood was flowing between his legs. She put a hand on his leg. "I care very much what you think," she said softly. "I care whether you notice me and whether you like me. I care if you think I belong in this company." Her fingers slid between his legs and edged closer to his crotch. "Oh, you belong, Alex. You've proven that." Alex's hand made contact with his cock. It was clearly getting hard. "Then let me show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me, Scott." She was repositioning the cock through the soft fabric of his pants, letting it stretch out as she rubbed it harder and harder. Scott glanced over at the ever-widening robe that now gave him a view of both tits nearly to the nipples and her thighs to within inches of her pussy. He thought his cock would burst under the skillful massage it received. Alex began a sensuous kiss on his lips that quickly forced both mouths open. She felt Scott's hand on her thigh, forcing its way between her legs. She spread them and his fingers were close enough to feel the heat of her pussy. She wanted to roll on top of him and pull his cock out of his pants. But Scott was not the type to scare with aggression. He would appreciate a show similar to the one Wilson got. And Alex was fine with that. Alex shifted her feet onto the floor and stood up in front of Scott. He was visibly shaken by the turn of events, yet made no sign of protesting or leaving. She untied the robe and let it hang open for a moment. Scott's eyes traveled the length of her body and back up. Only then did Alex take it off to reveal her naked body. "Take out your cock, Scott. I want to see it." He pulled down the zipper and brought out the erection she felt earlier. She smiled and said, "No. Take off your pants. I want to see it all." Alex watched Scott remove his shoes and pants. At her request, he pulled down his shorts to set his cock free. It rose long, hard, and thick. Alex was impressed. "Much better," she said with a smile. "See how good it can be when you relax? Stroke it for me, Scott." They masturbated together, never taking their eyes off each other's body. Alex was wet in less than a minute. "I want you to fuck me, Scott. I want that lovely cock to cum inside me." She turned her ass towards Scott and put both hands on the end of the bed, bending over and spreading her legs to present her pussy to him. She looked back and saw him finally rise from the couch. Alex looked straight ahead again, wanting Scott to be in control of when and how he took advantage of her offer. She felt his fingers lightly gliding over her ass. Then they were on her pussy and separating the skin around her clit. She groaned when a finger slid across it and when two fingers probed the entrance to her pussy. Soon, the head of his cock replaced the two fingers. It seemed to her like an eternity before Scott pushed the head inside her. He stopped. Then, holding her by the hips, drove the cock in until his body slapped against her ass. "Oh God, Scott. Yes! Fuck me now." As Alex expected, Scott proceeded without a sound, other than his legs rhythmically smacking her ass. He fucked her robotically at first and Alex prepared herself for a satisfying, if not spectacular, few minutes. But then she felt his hands on her breasts and soon he was kneading them with increased fervor, squeezing and rolling the nipples until she was ready to scream with delight. Her obvious enjoyment of this treatment motivated Scott, or at least validated his approach. He picked up the pace. Alex begged for more. Scott manipulated her tits with more zeal. She squeezed his cock harder and Scott rewarded her by using one hand to rub her clit. It was turning into a very extraordinary session, Alex decided. Her squeals of pleasure filled the room and even Scott allowed a moan to escape. His limited experience with women had never included anything like this and his only regret was that it would end too soon. Perhaps they both thought the same way for every effort was made to prolong the sex. But the sight and feel of Alex's body was too much for Scott. He felt his orgasm build to the point of no return and he clutched at Alex's tits. She instantly recognized the signs and sounds. She clung to the bed spread with both hands. Then he came. A brutal thrust of his cock preceded the first gush of semen. He kept his cock inside her completely for a second, then repeated the thrust and spilled another load. Alex rubber her clit. Scott continued to cum with more rapid strokes and Alex finally climaxed. She cried out with glee and pleaded for Scott to keep fucking her. He complied and felt her body shiver with each successive orgasm that flowed through her. Alex collapsed onto the bed and Scott followed, pumping his cock into her until Alex demanded that he stop. Scott pulled out and let his semi-erect cock rest on top of her ass. "Oh my God. That was fantastic," Alex muttered. Scott laid on her back and kissed her neck and shoulders. Alex slowly rolled over and took Scott in her arms. He wouldn't leave her room that night and learned many new skills that Alex possessed. Close the Deal "You know it would be exciting, Karen. We certainly know what we are capable of together." Close the deal. "He must not know we planned it. Say, isn't Dave taking the kids to Orlando for the weekend?" "Yes. A special weekend with daddy. Are you suggesting..." "You'll be all alone; we'll have you over for dinner and drinks. Fire up the hot tub. You'll decide it's too much trouble to go next door for a suit---certainly none of mine would fit you...let nature take its course." "I've never even dreamed of doing anything like that before but...okay...yes! Oh, my! That's only two days away." The deal was done. "Then it's settled! So, can you stay for a while...we can play..." Karen kissed her softly. "I wish! I have a ton of errands to run. I've gotten a little behind over the last few days...in more ways than one. Then tomorrow the kids are off from school and I've got to get them all packed for their weekend trip." Nina was terribly disappointed. She'd wanted to fuck; she was very horny and frustrated. Rick was still out of town and wouldn't be back until Friday afternoon. She needed a massage. She was sure she could get an appointment with her favorite masseuse. He provided exception special service and could always fit her in. She grabbed her phone and hit the speed dial. Karen saw the police car pull up next door; two officers, a man and a woman rang the bell and waited patiently, then started to walk away when there was no answer. Karen walked out to meet them. "Can I help you, officers?" "We're trying to get in touch with your neighbors..." "Sure! Rick and Nina. They are our neighbors and our best friends. Rick is out of town - Dallas, I think - on business. I spoke to Nina---in her kitchen---not more than two hours ago. We have coffee together every morning. I just got back from shopping. She didn't say anything about being out too long. I'm sure she'll be right back. Has something happened to Rick?" "Do they have any children?" "No. I know they've wanted children---we have two, a boy seven and a girl four---but it didn't work out for them. They were trying to adopt. Is Rick okay? They're so close...do everything together...the perfect marriage. It would just kill Nina if anything happened to him." "Can we come in, ma'am?" "Sure! Come on in." "You'd better sit down. There's no easy way to say this. You're friend, Nina had a heart attack about an hour ago. She had gone for a massage. When the attendant went to get her for her appointment, he found her unconscious in the whirlpool. He called the paramedics and they tried to revive her but there wasn't anything they could do. All of the symptoms pointed to a massive heart attack. There was no sign of foul play so it's doubtful that the county will perform an autopsy." Karen at first registered shock, then horror than burst into tears, sobbing quietly into her hands. "Oh, my God! I can't believe it! Nina and I were...best friends...we saw each other every day. The four of us cooked out together, went out together. Nina was Rick's life!" The female officer moved over to comfort her. I know this is difficult, Mrs...." "Karen, please call me Karen." "I have to ask as part of the investigation. Do you happen to know if your friend took any drugs?" "Drugs? No---of course not." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. We don't get things like this very often. It's a small town and when a beautiful woman dies in the prime of her life...it's very unsettling. What I meant to say was, do you know if she was on any medication? There was a bottle of a prescription blood pressure medicine in her hand bag." "I was aware of that. The doctor said it wasn't serious. She needed to watch her diet, exercise and lose a few pounds and she'd probably be able to stop taking the medicine in a couple of months." "Was she taking anything to help her weight loss plan...something not prescribed by the doctor?" "I don't really know...although I saw her take some supplements---you, know, health store stuff. She took them this morning, I remember. Look, officers, I'm not a lawyer and I don't know what the rules are here but we both have keys to each other's houses. I can let you in unless that would be inappropriate." "We're not conducting a criminal investigation, Karen, but it would help to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible." As the three of them arrived in the kitchen nest door, the female officer spoke. "Do you know where she kept the supplements she was taking?" "Yes, certainly, the first shelf to the left of the sink. Now I remember the day she bought them. We went to the mall together a week or so ago and she wanted to stop in this nutrition store. I'd never been in one...didn't really understand what half the stuff was for. The labels are so nebulous." The two officers examined the bottle, smelled the contents, examined one of the capsules and them checked something in their notebooks. "Do you know how many she was taking? The bottle appears to be half empty and the recommended dose is one per day with meals." "Knowing Nina, if one was going to help her lose weight---two would do so faster. I know she took more than one this morning. You, know, you watch someone taking big capsules like those, they usually need to take one at a time. I know she took two...maybe a third one?" "Karen, most of these supplements are reasonably safe in moderation. This particular one is made from some sort of ground up South American root and is absorbed very quickly through the mucous membranes. It increases metabolism and also...libido in some individuals or so they claim. No one ever reads the crumpled up little paper when they get a prescription or buy a supplement but this supplement has been on the FDA 'concern' list for some years. "Furthermore, according to our medical examiner, it is specifically contraindicated in people suffering from acute high blood pressure and taking her prescribed medication. A toxicology screen is performed in all deaths in the county. If Nina's come back showing high levels of this supplement, then her heart attack was most likely caused by a drug interaction. The effect of this supplement is cumulative and would have built up in her body. I'm sorry to say that her desire to lose a few pounds is quite probably what killed her. The hot water in the whirlpool was just the final trigger." "How awful! I told Nina she should check with her doctor but she could be very head strong at times. I don't know how I'm going to tell Rick. My husband will be back home earlier; we can do it together." "Karen, legally we're required to notify the next of kin but as I said, this is a small town. Perhaps it would be best if he heard it from friends. Could I ask you to call me---here's my card---to confirm the notification?" "Certainly, officer. Thank you for understanding." *** "Karen? Good, your back. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you to tell him. I'm just not very good at these things. How's he doing?" "He's a wreck. You know Nina was everything to him. I'll check in on him now and again over the weekend. You and the kids are already hours late in getting on the road. They're too young to understand all of this right now. They're so excited about their weekend with daddy. You guys need to get going." "Are you sure? We can do it some other time." "No, I'm sure. I'll keep an eye on him. I had the sense that he plans to move very quickly. There is just too much of Nina in that house...too much to remind him. I told him I'd go over and help him pack up some of her personal things if he wasn't up to it." "You're a good friend and a good wife, Karen. Maybe you're right. We better head to Orlando before it gets dark." Six Months Later "Karen? I don't know if you remember us, I..." "Of course, officers---please come in! How can I help you?" "Your neighbor---Rick. I see that there's a for sale sign on the house but it doesn't appear that anyone is home." "Yes, it is for sale but the market is a little slow right now although we may have a good offer on it pending. We---my husband and I---are taking care of the sale for Rick; he hasn't lived in the house since right after Nina died. We're going to put ours on the market any day. It's just gotten too painful to keep living here." "Do you know where he is living?" "He travels a lot for his work. He seems to have buried himself in his job since his loss. I think he's been living out of a suitcase." "Do you happen to know his line of work?" "Some sort of big time financial consulting; I never did really understand it." "Karen, I'm probably talking out of school here and some of what I'm going to tell you is conjecture---we don't know all the facts. A late model European sports car registered to Rick blew up three hours ago not twenty minutes from here. It's not our case; the feds are all over it---they were all over it before we even called them. We're just playing errand boy. We do not know who was in that car. The FBI lab is working on the DNA evidence. It was a very large blast. There's nothing left...no bodies. I'm sorry." "But you're not sure? Maybe he lent the car to someone..." "We'll let you know as soon as we learn anything. We'd better get going." FBI Headquarters at Quantico "Sir, there isn't a chance in hell that we'll ever recover all of the, ah, organic matter. It was a huge blast---real overkill. A lot of the DNA is contaminated. I can tell you there were two people in that car---or at least that we identified two distinct samples of human DNA. One is definitely the man in question. The other doesn't cross reference but based on the reconstruction of items of identification, we have a pretty good idea. According to the local PD, he had children so their DNA should confirm it. Evidently the two men were good friends; he was giving his best friend a ride in his new sports car. How unlucky can you get?" "Dammit, Agent Epps, you were supposed to be watching him---protecting him. In twenty-four hours we were going to turn him over to the marshals for witness protection. What the fuck happened?" "He wasn't out of our sight. We found high-end explosive residue in the garage at the place he was living---virtually a safe house. It was military grade, evidently not traceable since it was manufactured in the pre-taggant era. In spite of the blast, it was not that big a package. The only time we lost eyes on him---and just for a few minutes---was when he went into the parking garage at his friend's office. The car came back out in just a few minutes." "And there were two people in it?" "The agent on site can't be sure---the windows were heavily tinted. The car was moving fast and the agent got caught a little behind the power curve. He didn't expect him to drive out that soon---barely five minutes---or take off that quickly. He can't be sure." "What about his finances?" "He'd converted almost everything to liquid assets over a few months and with the help of the witness protection people secured it off shore." "Life insurance?" "Quite a bit of it, actually. Not an excessive amount considering his income history. Much of it paid for by his company---a typical executive perk. We put him in contact with a lawyer with whom we have worked before. If anything happened to him, we'd certainly be notified, provide the death certificate and ensure that his beneficiaries received payment." "Who are the beneficiaries?" "Rick was an orphan; his wife died a few months ago of a heart attack. There were no children. He set up a trust fund for the children of his two best friends in the world, his former neighbors, Dave and Karen..." "And now this Dave guy is in all probability the other victim?" "Ironic, really. It's a hell of a lot of money. At least those kids---four and seven I believe---will have a decent life...albeit without their father." "What kind of guy was he---Rick I mean?" "By all indications, a straight shooter. He came to us; we never put any pressure on him. Not that we really could have---he never broke any laws. He gave us unbelievable evidence. He testified against some of the biggest scumbags in the country. He only had one more court appearance---tomorrow against the biggest fish in the kettle. Sadly, without his testimony, that one will walk. We don't have enough other evidence. He was a masterful witness. One of the good guys...a hero." "Shit!" "Do we have enough here to notify the wife, Karen?" "Yeah, I think we do." "I'll notify local PD; she knows them. It might be a little easier coming from them." "Nothing like this is ever easy. Tell me a little more about Rick." "Left a foster home at seventeen and joined the Army. Earned a degree in night school and a finance degree on the GI Bill. Started out on the bottom rung and worked his way up to be one of the most respected and successful guys in his field. Very well liked, respected and trusted. Involved in the community." "What did he do in the Army?" "Pretty typical for a seventeen year old kid with no education; he ended up in the infantry and did a tour in combat. Came back and taught at the Infantry School until his hitch was up. Just your basic rifleman...decorated for valor in combat several times." "Check with the marshals---has he already been wiped from the public record?" "Yes. Effectively he didn't exist except in our records and those are of course destroyed or sealed once the marshals take over." "Let's keep it that way. Maybe if that big fish you were talking about doesn't know he's dead there's still a chance he'll deal." "There's always that chance. Lock him away for a few years and we'll have time to keep digging." *** "Karen?" "Officers! Twice in the same day! What a surprise." "May we come in?" "Of course." "Please sit down. I'm afraid we have more bad news." Three Months Later somewhere other than in the USA in a country without extradition. "So, what do you want to know?" "How'd you get Dave in your car without you in it?" "He's always wanted to drive one of those things. I just handed him the keys and told him to be careful." "The DNA?" "I give blood. Last time I swiped a couple of the blood kits. Took a little out over a few days and stored it in the freezer." "The explosives?" "I have the Army to thank me for knowing what to do with them. A guy who taught explosive ordinance and demolition was an instructor at the Infantry School when I was teaching there. I just thought it might be useful knowledge to have and he had no qualms about telling me all the secrets. He was a nice guy; he died in a helicopter accident a couple of years later. The parts for the detonator I bought over the years. I paid cash and bought them on the road...one piece at a time." "Where did you get the explosives?" "Plastic explosive, properly sealed and kept under the right conditions really doesn't have a shelf life. Most of the bombs dropped over Vietnam were bombs made twenty plus years earlier for WWII. I swiped it back at Fort Benning. They didn't keep quite as tight control on it as they do today. Now I have some questions. Even if she took three of those supplements a day---supplements that you convinced her to buy-- it shouldn't have been enough to..." "Kill her? It wasn't. The heated whirlpool was an unexpected plus that I couldn't have predicted. By my calculations it should have taken a few days longer." "So, we might actually have gotten the chance to enjoy our three-way tryst?" "Enjoyment can be such a relative thing. I'd had about all I could take of that damn dyke cow. Still, the last time we were together...it did have its high points. Can you imagine what it would have looked like if she had died in your hot tub or bed---with the three of us naked together?" "You have a point there. Go on." "I pumped her fat ass full of lube before I fucked her with that strap on. The amount of the basic chemical in that supplement after removing all the fillers was several hundred times more potent than the oral dose. It was absorbed directly through the mucosa in her butt." "Where did you learn all of this?" "Before my plans were cut short with an unexpected pregnancy and the need to support my loser husband while he got his advanced degree, I was in premed. I wanted to be a doctor. How long had you been planning all of this?" "I couldn't have lived in witness protection doing some low level job somewhere in Arizona, living in a tract home and just getting by. Nina, God rest her soul, would have become insufferable without all the glitter. Two years ago when I went to the feds I knew I had to have an exit plan. I'd never done anything illegal. I was always afraid I'd get caught. I started easing some money off shore. I was tickled when the feds helped move my own legitimate funds. In view of my earnings potential, the large insurance policies weren't remotely suspicious. Nina seriously overvalued herself. She actually begged me to take out big policies on her. It gave her something to brag about among the other women." "And then you convinced Dave with a wife that didn't work and two small children that he needed more insurance. How long will it last?" "It's a lot easier for you to make it grow than me---remember, I'm dead. In very conservative investments and in view of the economy here we should be set for the long haul." "And since I'm in control of the children's trust fund...you need me to stick around for a while?" "A long while, I would expect." "Why me...and when?" "The first day I ever set eyes on you. I just never thought in a million years it could happen." "Yeah, you had me that first day we met, when we moved in." "The children seem to be adjusting well in spite of all the turmoil." "The school they're attending is first rate. They live in a villa overlooking the ocean, we have servants and people to watch out for them. They're making friends. They're very fond of their Uncle Rick. They miss their father...but they're young. They'll get over it. So, four years of fidelity and two dead spouses---dead at our hands. A few million in the bank and living in paradise. Any chance the feds will ever come looking for you?" "I mailed them a video tape before my death in which I indicated that I had received threats and believed my life was in danger. I gave them some pieces of the puzzle which I had held back as insurance. The judge agreed to admit it. The big fish took a plea; twenty years in lieu of life or worse. He's not that healthy. He won't survive his sentence. Once they had that bastard they had no interest in continuing to investigate the explosion. They had the guy who they assumed set it up. Case closed. My prints aren't on file in any commonly accessible data base. My file has been sealed or destroyed. I slipped across the border and didn't have to show any ID. I don't exist but then I can't ever go back." "A few years...we have the money to create a new identity for you." "Maybe in time. There's no rush. We closed the deal; the deal is done. Let's just enjoy ourselves." "One more question. Nina said you liked her bushy muff. I don't have one of those. I've removed enough through electrolysis that I probably never will. Is that going to be a problem?" "Dave, rest his soul, had something there. Nope, no problem at all. I love your bare little girl cunt." "Care to explore it before lunch is served?" "That and any other willing entrances." "I like the way your mind works. You just closed the deal."