13 comments/ 23833 views/ 10 favorites Perverse By: imhapless I've really only had one thing going for me most of my life. I'm good looking; very good looking. That's not bragging, it's the truth - which you'll likely believe when I tell you my honest assessment of the rest of my qualities. I'm not smart, I'm not much of an athlete, I'm not a nice guy, I'm self-centered, I'm lazy, and I don't have much money. At least I wasn't at the start of this story. Most of what I had achieved in life was solely because of my symmetrical cherubic face, wavy blond hair, and tall and slim body (which looked good but wasn't interested in hard work or athletics). Because of my good looks I got laid often from the time that I was eighteen. I had very few relationships that lasted long, however, because when a girl/woman would figure out that I wasn't very smart, nice, or hard-working, they would no longer be enamored with my looks and would dump me. With one girl I tried really hard and she actually liked me - maybe even loved me - for a good six months. Then she found out about me cheating on her when we were supposed to be exclusive and dumped me. I finally finagled an associate's degree in business from the local Community College, although it took me three years and I might have had the lowest grade point average of anyone ever to actually graduate. When I started seeking jobs I found out that - at least for a guy - looks don't mean shit. Employers are interested in what you can do, not how handsome you are. By the time that I got out of Community College I had just about used up the inheritance my grandfather had left me when he died - my parents were not well off, and weren't interested in helping me anyway - and was desperate to find some type of gainful employment so I started actually visiting places and hand delivering my sparse resume, looking for some sort of entry level job. I was shot down every place that I went for six straight days. The seventh day I finally got lucky - and that was what it was, pure luck. I was at the receptionist's desk in an ornate lobby hand-delivering a resume. All female receptionists were polite to me because of my looks, but they never made hiring decisions. A deliveryman happened to come into the lobby right after me with a really awkward box that had "FRAGILE" stamped on it in big red letters. As the delivery dude was setting his hand truck down the box tipped over. More by happenstance than an effort to save it on my part it fell on me and knocked me to the floor, but I cushioned its fall so that I didn't hear anything inside of it break. Of course the falling box incident caused much commotion around that office as several people came over to help lift the box off of me. The delivery guy was very apologetic, and a number of people inquired about any injuries that I might have. One of the people that was looking on had the look of the "boss man," which was confirmed by everyone deferring to him when he walked over after order had been restored. At least two people called him "Mr. Williams," and the name on the door was "Williams Securities, LLC." I say that he looked like the boss because he was dressed in a three piece pin striped suit, with a monogramed shirt, a silk tie, polished shoes, and a jewel-encrusted watch. He looked to be about forty, handsome with perfectly cut black hair with a slight hint of gray at the temples. He was about six feet two inches tall, my height, and likely about my weight of 180 pounds too. "Were you helping deliver our new server?" he asked me, not actually accusing me, but not particularly politely either. "Uh, no sir," I answered, immediately adopting a deferential persona. "I was just delivering my resume in case you had a need of someone in an entry level position, and I guess I was just in the wrong place when it fell over." He looked past me to what appeared to be two computer geeks who had already removed what I assumed was a new server from the box while the chagrined deliveryman looked on. "Any damage?" Williams asked the computer geeks. "Doesn't look like any, Mr. Williams, but we'll know for sure by the end of the day," one of them sniffled back. "Well don't sign for it until you're sure - but we really need that thing up and going yesterday, so let's hope that it's OK," he shot back. Then he turned to the delivery dude and barked "Have someone from your office come by tomorrow and we'll advise if there's damage and if there is there will be hell to pay." The delivery guy just nodded, and left with his tail between his legs. While this was going on I was just standing there. Williams turned to me again and asked "What's your name?" "Brett Saunders," I replied. "Well, Brett, since you might have saved the server, and saved us a shitload of time and effort, the least that I can do is to take your resume," Williams shot back, holding out his hand to get a copy, not to shake mine. Williams was clearly giving me the once over as he said and did that. "Thank you, Mr. Williams," I said, handing him a copy of my resume. "Is this your correct phone number and address on it?" he asked. "Yes sir," I replied. "Are you married?" was his next question, which startled the shit out of me, although not enough so that I didn't answer it quickly. "No sir, I'm single," I replied. I swear that the cute redhead receptionist, who couldn't help but listen in to the conversation since this was playing out right in front of her desk, brightened up when I said that, and Williams did not miss her reaction. "Thanks; I just might give you a call for an interview," he said, then turned and walked down the hall. ***** The very next morning Williams himself called me to come in for an interview. The interview was bizarre. It was mostly about my past relationships with females, cars, sports, and drinking. From an acquaintance of mine in HR at a big company I knew that most of the questions were inappropriate for a job interview, but I was unskilled and desperate for any job at all, so I just went with the flow. Williams must have liked my answers because he offered me a job as a glorified go-fer, at a living wage. I jumped at it and started work the next day. Williams Securities, LLC was essentially involved in wealth management. Williams was a very intelligent guy with good gut instincts, the ability to read people, and where his personal interests or the interests of his clients were involved, completely ruthless. He was one of the few people that I had ever met in my life more self-centered and more unpleasant than I was, and after having been exposed to him for a couple of months he was the last person that I wanted to emulate despite his success and wealth. In my job I had about the strangest responsibilities - if you could call them that - of anyone that I had ever heard of. I didn't really have a job description but I performed menial tasks for most of the day, including specifically interacting with all of the female employees. However, whenever a female client, or wife or girlfriend of a male client, was in the office, or needed to be picked up at the airport or elsewhere in the city, I was always involved and introduced as one of Williams' "business associates," instead of an errand boy. I actually did learn something about the business in those meetings, and in the follow-up to them where Williams assigned me tasks in front of the clients. He usually took the tasks back and re-assigned them the next day, but I did get some experience in dealing with actual business issues. I was doing well enough monetarily that after about six months I signed a year lease for a new, nicer, apartment, and financed a better car, a used Ford. I was also, as usual, having great success with females. Although I had been warned by acquaintances against it, this included (although it was not restricted to) two females at work, the cute redheaded receptionist, Denise, and one of the analysts (a high level job), Michele. Denise was single, my age (twenty three); she had the tightest little pussy and the cutest little squeal when she orgasmed. Michele was thirty three, in the process of getting a divorce, and had the nicest tits with big firm suck-able nipples and would try anything in bed. I porked each of them a couple of times a week; however, for the first time in my life I was discrete about it. On what would have been my seventh month anniversary with Williams Securities, LLC, Williams - who I always called "Mr. Williams" except when interfacing with female clients, or wives or girlfriends of male clients, when I was instructed to call him "Jerry" - called me into his office about ten a. m. After motioning for me to sit down and telling his secretary to hold his calls he stared at me and got right to it. "Brett, I've been observing you carefully over the last seven months. Want to hear my assessment?" Not really sure that I wanted to, but not wanting to tell him that, I stammered out, "Uh... sure, Mr. Williams." "You're never going to make it in business. You aren't smart or diligent enough, and you don't have business instincts. However, you are as talented as anyone I've ever seen in getting a positive reaction from women. In fact, it's hard to believe that you've gotten that cold bitch Michele to fuck you, something that I completely struck out on," he matter-of-factly said. That shocked the socks off of me for many reasons. The foremost reasons were "How did he know that I was fucking Michele;" "He's married, and from the photo on his desk his wife looks awesome;" and "Why in the hell would he say shit like this to me?" I guess that I just sat there with my mouth open, but I don't think that he was expecting a reply. At least he started right in again, continuing to make eye contact. "Anyway, I'm going to terminate your job at Williams Securities, but I am offering you another job that plays right up to your talents, with another company that I own called 'Mystic Endeavors, LLC.' Before I go into your job description, however, you have to sign this confidentiality agreement." With that he handed me an envelope marked "Confidential" in big read letters; inside was a two page, single spaced, document. "Read the confidentiality agreement over, Brett, and meet me for lunch at the Metropolitan Club 2nd floor dining room at 12:30. I've given them your name. Do not tell anyone about meeting with me, or what we just discussed - clear?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Williams," I quickly replied. "Also, don't read the document where anyone else can see it. Go into the small conference room and close the door," he continued, as he made a motion with his hand shooing me out. I did as Williams instructed. I couldn't fucking believe what the document said. It was both an employment and a confidentiality agreement. For $10,000 a year more than I was making now, plus the use of a one year old shiny black Corvette and the use of a company high-end condo when I wanted it, I was going to be tasked with seducing "one or more females, to be designated by The Company," the term "The Company" referring to Mystic Endeavors, LLC. I could never reveal, under penalty of returning all money The Company had ever paid me plus punitive damages for breach of confidentiality, anything about my work, ever, unless required to in a Court of law. I would only be advised of the "one or more females" I would be tasked to seduce once I signed the agreement. I would give the seduction my "best efforts," and report details of my success to The Company on a weekly basis. I was still in shock when I showed up at the Metropolitan Club at 12:28. Williams was already there, sitting at a private table in the far corner of the lavish second floor dining room. The maître de quickly showed me to the location. After ordering himself a martini and me an imported beer, Williams didn't waste any time. "Well, are you going to execute the Confidentiality Agreement? One thing that I didn't tell you is that you're going to be terminated from Williams Securities whether you sign it or not." To be honest, the last statement was the only thing about the entire situation that I expected. I was not in a position, with my apartment lease and car payment, to refuse, although I very likely would have agreed to my new confidential employment status anyway. "I'm inclined to sign, Mr. Williams. I would like to know, however, who the 'one or more females' is or are." "Sorry; you sign then you'll find out," he said, handing me a Cross pen as the waiter delivered our drinks. As I took the pen Williams ordered lunch for both of us. "Two lobster specials," he told the waiter. As soon as the waiter disappeared he said "I know that lobster is your favorite food but that you can't afford it; I want you to get a taste of the good life that you'll lead if you join Mystic Endeavors." "How in the fuck did he know that lobster was my favorite food?" shot through my brain. He saw the bemused look on my face. "I know a lot about you Brett; now are you going to sign the fucking agreement or not?" I pulled the agreement out of my jacket pocket and signed and dated it. I handed him the executed agreement and the Cross pen. "Keep the pen, Brett; and here's a watch for you too," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Tag Huer watch. "It's worth $5,000 but it's only yours to use, not keep, unless you're successful. Then you keep it as a bonus," he said with a diabolical grin. "Nice," was all that I could think to say as I put the pen in my shirt pocket, and the watch on my wrist. It did look good there. "Here's your target," Williams said while handing me a photo as he sipped his martini. I had seen several photos of the woman, though I had never met her. I had never seen a photo of her like this, however - she was naked. I couldn't help but blurt out "This is your wife, Gina!" "Perceptive," Williams replied with an even more diabolical grin. "I...I don't understand," I stammered. "I'm not much on staying married for a long time, or fidelity," Williams nonchalantly replied. "She's my third wife; I've been married four years and even though she's a great fuck it's time for a new model. However, according to my pre-nup, if I just divorce her she gets ten times what she'd get if I can demonstrate that she has cheated. You're going to get her to cheat." "WOW," was about all that I could say. Williams talked almost non-stop for the next thirty five minutes, interrupting his diatribe only temporarily as he was chewing the lobster special. Despite my love of the taste of the spiny creatures I was kind of in a fog as he threw dozens of facts and hints at me, so I didn't really taste it like I would have liked to. In summary, Williams told me that my looks were exactly her type as demonstrated by the last two boyfriends that she had before she married Williams, that she had a high libido and that he had basically cut her off for a month so she should be primed. Despite that, I should take it slow - and have a goal of fucking her within three or four months. It would help if I could get three glasses of wine into her within an hour's time, although she watched her alcohol intake carefully, and that I was not to use a ruffy. He also said that she loved material things and flattery so to lay on the compliments and if I needed to buy any jewelry or baubles for her to let him know and he would give the money to me. At the end of the lunch he handed me a dossier which included more information about her, including her age (twenty nine) and background, how he speculated that she spent her days, and what subjects she most liked to talk about. It also included a four month guest pass to his country club. His final words were "Bring this dossier to your apartment ten minutes after I exit the club, leave the watch and pen at your apartment, then come into the office where I'll fire you in a pleasant though firm manner." I did as asked, cleaned out my desk that same day, and never set foot in Williams Securities, LLC again. ***** As I made my preparations for meeting up with Gina I resolved that I was going to be so successful that I would get the $50,000 bonus called for in the employment and confidentiality agreement. The bonus would be gained if I fucked Gina, got proof, and testified to all details at a deposition and/or trial, while denying any conspiracy with Jerry Williams. In some research I had done I had found out that on paper Mystic Endeavors, LLC had no association with Williams. "And maybe she'll be a good fuck, besides," I chortled to myself in a completely self-congratulatory manner. She did look good in the naked photo that Williams had given me. My first three real days "on the job," I never was able to even find Gina Williams. Jerry's dossier had her spending most of her time shopping at the mall, going to the country club to swim and to play tennis and golf, going to the beauty parlor, playing cards with a bridge club, and going to musical performances and plays. I was never able to find her at any of these locations those first three days. I decided not to rely on Jerry's "intelligence," since it was obviously flawed, and to tail her. For that I used my three-year-old Ford, rather than the flashy Corvette that Jerry had provided to me. I followed Gina for a week before making any attempt at contact. Every new place that she went I had to chuckle. I couldn't believe that Jerry had been married to her for four years and knew almost nothing about her - or maybe she was intentionally keeping her normal life private from him. In that first week Gina went to volunteer at Charity A two six hour days, Charity B two four hour days, and Charity C one five hour day. This included working with battered women to help them regain self-confidence and get jobs, teaching indigent children to read, and providing event planning for fund raisers. She also taught a Strip Aerobics class for ninety minutes each on two days, took a two hour acting class one day, a ceramics glass at the local community college for ninety minutes one day, and worked out for an hour on each of three days. The only time that she went to the country club was to work out, or to meet people for lunch to talk about the charities that she volunteered with. I have to say that I was impressed by how busy she was, how diverse her activates were, and about her commitment to other people. The most surprising of all was her teaching of Strip Aerobics, since she certainly didn't need the money. By paying off a custodian, I was able to surreptitiously observe about a half hour of the second of her Strip Aerobics classes of that week. While no one in the class actually stripped naked, they did - including Gina - strip down to a string bikini, and worked up a real sweat doing so. Although I wasn't right next to her, seeing Gina in the string bikini definitely got my juices flowing, and tented my pants. Gina is about five one, one hundred ten pounds, with small but perky tits, sculptured exquisite thighs, and a truly world class ass. Her face is, by any measure, beautiful, with laughing big brown eyes, full lips, and a "Celestial" nose. She normally wears her shiny, wavy brown hair with red highlights, flowing around her shoulders, although she puts it up in a bun or pony tail when teaching Strip Aerobics or exercising in the country club workout rooms. After that first week I quickly developed a plan. I would volunteer at Charity A for the same days, and in the same area, as Gina did, and I would make every attempt to be in the country club workout rooms before she arrived there so she wouldn't know that I was following her. This required putting a GPS tracker on her car - which turned out to be no problem. Because she never went in a particular direction unless she was going to the country club I could hopefully anticipate her arrival there. Perverse Signing up to help at Charity A, the battered women's center, was also no problem. They needed a positive male influence around, especially for the children of some of the battered women. They put me to work the very day, a Monday, that I signed up, first just getting used to procedures and interacting with some of the kids. I found out that Gina worked - as I surmised from the week of following her - every Tuesday and Thursday, so I signed up for those days too. In fact, Gina was in charge of the group that I was assigned to. When I actually met Gina I wasn't prepared for her charm. "Hi, Brett, I'm Gina," she said with a big smile and while extending her hand. "We're happy to have you on board." "I'm happy to help out," I replied, actually feeling an electric charge going through my body as I touched her. My first thought was "How in the fuck could Jerry Williams get tired of being married to this fox," since in person she had an "it" factor that didn't come through from photos or distance viewing. "Whatever you need me to do, I'm willing to do," I continued, holding her hand, and with a big smile. "I'm not very skilled, but I promise to work hard." "What brings you to our little charity?" she asked, finally extricating her hand from mine. "Well - I don't like to talk about it," I stammered, not expecting this question although if I was smart I should have been. However, I recovered pretty well. "Let's just say that I had a relative that I loved who was once in the situation many women here find themselves in, and I was just a kid then and couldn't do anything about it, but hopefully I can now," I lied. "Great," she chimed. "Let's get to work." By the end of the day Tuesday I was beat. Gina had me running around everywhere, doing all sorts of things, including purchasing items for the Charity. I got a big laugh from her when she saw my Corvette, with the top down, overflowing with purchased items. Using my "own" money I also brought back some healthy snacks for the kids and achieved my goal of impressing Gina with my largesse and initiative. As a secondary - to me - factor, the kids loved me for it. My end of shift meeting with Gina made one of the few days of truly honest hard work in my life all worthwhile. "Brett, thank you so much. You were awesome today, just what we needed here. I hope that you will be a regular on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I could really use you on my team." "This was really rewarding work, Gina. I'm really impressed on how well organized you are. I could learn a lot from you," I responded with a smile. "Ha, ha. No one has considered me the epitome of organization," she laughed, "but I hope that we get the job done." "See you Thursday," I signed off. Despite how tired I was I wanted to be sure that Gina was teaching her Strip Aerobics class, so I followed her there, paid the custodian off again, and salivated as I saw her - still full of energy, not wiped out like I was - leading the class members in one provocative exercise move after another. Wednesday I just confirmed Gina's schedule. I didn't try to interact with her. Thursday I worked at Charity A again, and was lucky enough to work together with Gina at least half of the time. Our parting meeting at the end of the second day of work there was even more rewarding than the first. As we walked out to our cars - her Mercedes, my Corvette - she said "Brett, I have to ask you something that I hope won't embarrass you," she giggled. "I'm hard to embarrass," I snickered. "Well - Brett, could you not be quite as charming with the other volunteers and the clients. Most of them harbor the false hope that you may be coming on to them because you treat them so nicely, and I don't want them to be disappointed since obviously a handsome guy like you has your pick of women." I was gap-jawed. No one had called me "nice" for as long as I could remember. I was always trying to be upbeat around Gina, not trying to impress any of the female volunteers or clients of the center, but I guess that carried over. "I'm...sorry," I stammered. "I was just trying to be nice." "I'm not saying that you shouldn't be," Gina giggled again. "Just don't give them false hope, which a number of them are already on their way to getting." Then she walked up to me, pinched my chin, and chuckled "You're too cute for your own good," as she got in her car. I hope that she didn't catch me staring at her consummate ass as she swung it into the driver's seat of her car. The next day, Friday, I suspected that she would be going to the country club to work out. I monitored her GPS carefully from a location near the country club and when I saw her car coming my way I quickly went to the main workout myself. I was already dressed in exercise clothes, planted myself on the first aerobic machine so that she would have to walk right past me to enter the facility, and poured some water on my head and T-shirt to make it seem that I had been there a long time. I didn't look at her as she entered, but started disembarking from the elliptical trainer as she walked in. "Brett?" she intoned as she got within a couple of feet of me. I looked very surprised. "Gina? What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same question," she laughed. "Well, I have a four month guest membership and today was my first day working out here. I have to get in shape to jump through all the hoops that you put me through Tuesdays and Thursdays," I laughed. "Are you a member?" "Yes, have been for several years," she giggled. "What are you working on in particular?" "Well, Gina, I'm new to working out and I was hoping to get someone to show me. I worked up a sweat on the elliptical but I'm not sure that's the best exercise for me." "Let me help," she said. "WOW - what could be better," I thought to myself. Gina proceeded to show me a number of exercise routines. I couldn't keep up with her, but I tried hard, motivated by both the prospect of a $50,000 bonus and getting in her pants. When she thankfully knocked off after about an hour of strenuous activity she said "I guess that I worked you too hard for your first day. Let me buy you lunch to make up for it." "You don't have to..." I said; but not being stupid continued with "but I'd be happy to eat lunch with you, as long as you take pity on me if I pass out from fatigue." She laughed - she really had an infectious laugh - then said "See you in the dining room in fifteen minutes." We had a very pleasant conversation at lunch. I was careful not to actually "flirt" with her, especially since she would occasionally twirl the engagement or wedding rings on her left hand. Instead I was happy to relate a fictional story of my life that I had created to make myself more interesting. She squeezed my hand when we parted for the day and chimed "See you Tuesday." "Can't wait," I replied, trying not to sound as enthusiastic as I was. Gina and I got to know each other quite well over the next three weeks - well at least she got to know the fake me pretty well. I was always nice to everyone around when I was with her, something that I found got easier and easier to do as time went on; I was careful not to lead any of the volunteers or clients at the battered women's shelter on, however. At one point I caught myself being especially nice to someone when Gina wasn't even around and inwardly laughed "You're not actually becoming a nice guy, are you?" Gina and I set up a regular Wednesday and Friday workout time. It was painful for two weeks, but then I actually started enjoying it. I never would have, even with the obvious positive change to my conditioning or physique, however, except that she looked so fucking sexy in her exercise duds. Only my jock strap kept me from having a constant visible boner. I gave weekly progress reports to Jerry over the burner cell phone he had bought me, calling only his burner cell phone. He seemed pleased with the progress - he didn't expect a miracle. He said that she had even mentioned me to him in a very positive light. "Keep turning on the charm, and if you can somehow get her drunk you're in," were his last words after the fourth week progress report. Trying to seduce Gina was very time consuming, especially since I was doing research on her, and fun activities and outings in case I could get her to see me some weekend, especially since Jerry was planning a weekend getaway soon. Jerry didn't tell me, but I knew that the getaway was with a client of Williams Securities named Ginny Marlowe. The reason I knew is because even though I had cut way down on the pussy that I was getting (including gently dumping Denise) I was still sucking Michele's big honkers, and fucking her doggy style or her ass, three times a week, and she was a font of information. The end of the fourth week that I knew Gina was a breakthrough of sorts. Jerry had informed me that he was going away that weekend (according to Michele, with Ginny Marlowe) and that Gina was pissed because she had four concert tickets for one of her favorite groups, Fun, and had asked two of her friends to go. I researched Fun, a group that I knew little about. Armed with the information from Jerry and my research on Tuesday I mentioned to Gina that I was shut out getting a ticket to see Fun, "one of my favorite groups." She got a gleam in her eye. While we were sipping health drinks after exercise on Wednesday, between gulps and toweling her sweat off, Gina said "Say, Brett; would you really like to see Fun Saturday night?" "Who do I have to kill?" I chuckled between gulps of my own. "My husband is out of town on business this weekend, and I'm going with my friends Bill and Sybil, but I have his ticket and I hate for it to go to waste." "Are you kidding - I'd love to go! It's at 8:30, right?" I excitedly replied. "Sure is." "Do you want me to pick you up, Gina?" "Actually, Bill, Sybil and I will pick you up at 7:00. Just give me your address," she replied. "Hey, since you're so nice, how would you like to go with me to a baseball game on Sunday afternoon? I was given two box seats," I responded. Of course it was Jerry who gave me the box seats, but Gina didn't know that. "Sure," she smiled. "We can work out details Saturday night." ***** Probably to make it clear that we were not on a date, I sat in front with Bill, and Sybil and Gina sat in the back seat, when they picked me up for the Fun concert. Bill and Sybil were easy to talk to and get along with, and the four of us switched seats - actually standing locations since no one actually sat during the performance - several times during the show. Gina sang along and danced as provocatively as someone who taught Strip Aerobics would be expected to. At one point I said to both Gina and Sybil "Wow; you two have got the moves; I'm embarrassed to do my chicken dance around you." "Gina is a Strip Aerobics instructor, and I've taken her class," Sybil laughed between numbers. "You bitch," Gina laughed, playfully punching Gina. "Don't tell him that, he'll think that I'm naughty." After a great time at the concert we went out for drinks. I tried my subtle best to get Gina drunk, but she didn't come close to the three glasses of wine in an hour that Jerry told me that I needed to ply her with. She was definitely on guard. Bill did get drunk, however. He was an exceptionally friendly drunk. While Gina and Sybil were in the bathroom he put his arm around me and slurred, "You know, Brett, you're a great guy. I wish that you were married to Gina instead of that asshole Jerry - have you met him?" "No, I haven't, Bill," I lied. "We'll he don't treat Gina right and she deserves better. Sybil has been trying to get him to divorce that asshole, and maybe you can help," he continued. "How?" I asked; but Bill didn't get a chance to answer because the girls came back just then. Given Bill's condition, I had to drive his car when we left the bar. I dropped Gina off first - no kiss, but my first real hug, resulting in a "Boing" at my midsection. I dropped myself off next, and Sybil - who was by now clearly sober - drove her and Bill home. On Sunday Gina and I had a wonderful time at the ball park, and then at a casual dinner. I got another hug before Gina exited my Corvette, resulting in another "Boing" stretching my pants. I was feeling pretty good but only because Gina was so much fun to be around. I would never have pursued a woman this long, or this subtly, without trying to fuck her - but then again I was being careful since I wanted that $50,000 bonus and she wasn't someone that I thought I could rush. I was still batting around several alternative seduction approaches in my mind when I arrived at the women's shelter on Tuesday. I got there a little early, but Gina was already there arguing with a big bear of a man in the entryway. The guy had to be at least six feet four inches, 250 pounds; and he was mad, drunk, or both. I took quick stock of the situation. It was clear that he was the husband of one of the battered woman. I assumed that it was Cheryl, since she was standing nearby frozen in fear, with her six year old daughter hiding behind her. As I went into the entryway myself, the big guy pushed Gina out of the way. I'm a lover - not a fighter - and my entire life avoided altercations at all costs. However, seeing Gina pushed to the side something inside of me snapped. I grabbed the big guy by the arm as he started toward Cheryl. "Hey dude, you can't be here," I yelled. "Leave before I call the cops." I barely got the word "cops" out of my mouth when he swung at me while screaming "fuck you!" Fortunately, it was only a glancing blow, but still knocked me back against a wall. I stupidly bounced right back and hit him on his side with a body block, knocking him away from Cheryl. The big guy's anger and/or drunkenness worked both for and against him. It worked for him because it was clear that he wasn't going to stop. It worked against him since it blinded him and his blows were not as well directed as they should have been - fortunate for me otherwise he would have killed me. Despite his wildness, he was still beating the shit out of me, eventually knocking me to the ground. He was distracted shortly after I hit the floor by someone - most likely feisty little Gina - throwing something at him that hit him in the head, although it didn't really hurt him. Then luck intervened. I got up quickly, intending to run past the big guy while he was distracted to find a weapon. Instead, in my zeal, I tripped as he turned. From what others told me later it seemed that I launched myself at him to head-butt him. While that was the effect, it wasn't my plan, but the top of my head apparently caught him right under his nose. We both fell back, if not unconscious, certainly dazed enough to not be able to continue brawling. Apparently the cops had already been called because by the time that I was - with Gina and Cheryl's help - able to get back onto my feet three policemen as big as the perpetrator himself had him cuffed and were dragging him to his feet. The blood from his nose was all over the place. Within ten minutes I was with it enough for a police detective Ormond to interview me. Having been told by both Cheryl and Gina about how brave I was to launch myself at the angry dude, I decided to continue the ruse. Except for saying that I intentionally head-butted the guy instead of blindly tripping into him, everything that I told the detective was true from my perspective. Detective Ormond suggested that I go to the hospital. At first I declined, but seeing how concerned Gina was for me, and how she was fawning over me, I decided that pretending to be more injured than I was might help me achieve my goal. So I let her take me to the hospital, and intentionally made nonsensical statements while we drove there. Gina was a dynamo in getting an emergency room doctor to see me quickly. Of course she couldn't go into the examination room with me. The doctor pronounced me basically fit and advised "Just take it easy the rest of the day, and here is a prescription for four Percocet for pain. You won't need more than that, and stop taking them if you aren't feeling excruciating pain." "Thanks, Doc," I chimed when he handed me the prescription. Of course Gina was very concerned, and I played up my injuries far more than they really were. "The doctor gave me a prescription for Percocet and said that I should get some rest. I hate to impose, Gina, but could you take me to the drug store and then home?" "Impose!" she exclaimed. "Are you kidding me, you're my hero. You saved Cheryl and her little girl. I'm going to do my best to see that you're taken care of." Those words were music to my ears, and I'm sure that my mouth morphed into an evil grin when Gina was bringing the car around and couldn't see me. When I got the prescription filled I pretended to take one of the pills in front of Gina - I had no intention of taking them, but just to use them for an excuse for my upcoming actions if I was rejected. I pretended to be close to la-la land when Gina brought me up to the condo that Jerry had given me to use, and asked her to take my clothes off so that I could sleep. Of course when she removed my pants she couldn't help but see my meaty cock sticking out of my boxers, and with my fake Percocet in control of my brain she couldn't blame me for my words. Hanging onto Gina's shoulders, with only my boxers on as she lowered me into bed, I put a goofy smile on my face. "Gina, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met in my life. I just love everything about you. You personality is fantastic, you have the best ass possible, you're kind and so beautiful..." With that I kissed her. At first she resisted, but then relented. When I finally broke away she said, "Brett, that's just your pain pill talking." "No Gina, it's not; you're so awesome; please can I feel your titties?" I moaned as I gently grabbed both of her boobs, not waiting for an answer. She didn't pull away. "Oh God, they feel so nice," I said drawing her toward me. When I drew her toward me, to catch her balance one of her hands came in contact with my hard-on. At first she flinched, but then gently returned her hand. After she stroked me three or four times I moaned into her ear "Gina, please let me make love to you." Again, I didn't wait for an answer. I rolled her onto her back on the bed and started removing her clothing. She didn't resist for a minute or so - then she became an active participant. WOW, was her body delectable. Her skin was so soft, yet her underlying muscles were toned. Her thighs could only be described as other-worldly, and the nipples on her tiny tits were oversized and hard as pencil erasers. She clearly liked what I was doing to her, including fingering her G-spot until she had a quick and spontaneous orgasm. Once she stopped shaking from her orgasm, courtesy of my fingers, she actively sought out my cock. She gripped my bare ass, wrapped those magnificent thighs around me, and moved her crotch until the head of my cock nestled in the opening to her pussy. Then she pulled me hard into her as we both groaned loudly. We were like energizer bunnies as we fucked furiously. We were both so excited that we came quickly - fortunately virtually simultaneously. It seemed like my dick was the perfect size for her cunt, and I swear that her vagina could squeeze me like a hand. The electrical charge that shot up my spinal cord when I came fried my brain. I actually did become delirious not only from the intensity of my orgasm, but because of the obviously mammoth orgasm that she was experiencing at the same time. It was really important to me that she was enjoying it as much as I was. Perverse We regained cognizance in about fifteen minutes, and just stroked each other while expressing our mutual gratitude for the next half hour. Then she decided that it was time for another round, sucked my cock hard in less than a minute, and mounted me. The woman was a fucking contortionist. She actually spun between cowgirl and reverse cowgirl five or six times without my cock leaving her pussy, and most of the time while still bouncing up and down on me. Another colossal mutual orgasm shortly followed, and we again drifted out of consciousness in each other's arms. When we awoke it was after six o'clock. "Oh shit," Gina giggled. "I'm supposed to meet Jerry at a restaurant at six thirty, and I need to get dressed up." "Is this the Jerry who stood you up this weekend," I asked, gently holding her chin as I stared into her eyes. "I want you more than he does. I need to find out if the best sex of my life was due to you, or Percocet," I said grinning. Gina planted a fat kiss on me. "I'd love to, but I can't," she moaned, with a tone that made me believe her. "Tell you what," I continued, not willing to give up until I won the sex trifecta. "I have a burner phone that doesn't display a number on Caller I. D., just 'Private'. Give me Jerry's number and I'll call him and pretend to be Detective Ormond. I guarantee that this will work." She frowned, then sighed, and when I pinched a nipple playfully slapped my hand and then said "OK," and gave me his cell number. I didn't call Jerry's regular cell - the number she gave me - but the burner cell he bought only for communications with me. He would definitely answer that phone and would know that it was me and play along. "Hello, Mr. Williams. This is Detective Ormond from the 4th precinct...No this is not a call for a contribution to the Police Boys Club. Your wife, Mrs. Gina Williams, asked me to call you...No she's not hurt or in trouble. The reason for my call is that there was an incident at a place she was visiting today, and she is a material witness and giving us a statement...I expect her to be done in about an hour or hour and a half...Yes, she has her own car at the station, but she says that she can't make it to dinner but will meet you at home...Yes, I assure you that she's fine and is being a big help in our investigation, a true patriotic citizen...Yes, I'll give her your best." Of course the entire conversation Jerry wasn't really saying much except "She's there and you're fucking her, aren't you! Hot Damn!" and stuff like that. When I hung up I gave Gina a big smile. My cock gave her a salute. "Wow, you're a silver tongued devil, aren't you," she giggled. "Let me show you what my tongue is best at," I snickered, then pinned her to the mattress as she fake protested. I started tonguing and sucking on her clit while fingering her already cum-filled pussy. I wanted her coming back for more in the days to come so I brought her through two intense orgasms before I turned her on her hands and knees, shoved my cock into her well-lubricated and perfectly dimensioned pussy, and fucked us both to yet another over-the-top climax. As she left, completely disheveled, about ninety minutes after I had called Jerry, I gave her a passionate kiss. "That sex was so much better than any other in my life that it was a different experience," I gushed. Not only did I have a straight face, I really meant it. "It was precious," she replied, a tear forming in her right eye. I wiped the tear away. "When can I see you again?" I asked. "We'll talk about it after exercise tomorrow, hero," she replied. She gave me another quick peck on the lips and was gone. I looked down and saw that my cock saluting again. "Get some rest, cock," I said, "you did a great job today, but you're going to be needed to try even harder in the future." I took a shower, actually sad to wash our mutual cum and sweat off of my body. I ate a handful of nuts, lay naked on the cum-stained sheets of my bed, and instantly fell asleep, even though it was only about 8:30. ***** I was really pleased the next day when Gina expressed no regret or apprehension about the future. "I don't see giving up sex with you, Brett. I no longer love my husband and am angling as to how to best divorce him. However, it is extremely important that he not find out about us. Can you be completely discrete? I require it to proceed." "Hell yes! I'd do anything for you, but that's no problem at all since keeping mum is what I'm famous for," I seriously replied. So began the best sexual course of my life. I gave up all other pussy - which at that time was mostly just Michele. I broke up with her on the best terms possible. She wasn't in love with me, she just loved sex with me, but I told her that I'd be back in the saddle with her in a few months if she was still willing. Gina and I were able to get together for an average of four sexcapades, usually multiple orgasms each time, a week for the next two months. I played down my success in my reports to Jerry. I told him that I had nailed her a couple of times, but that I wanted some good photographic proof. I kept sending him poor to mediocre photographs to mollify him. I didn't want to bring things to a conclusion because - though I thought this impossible after my first experience with her - the sex with Gina actually got better. She gave herself completely to me, and me to her. Finally it got to the point where I needed to conclude matters if I wanted my $50,000 bonus. I did a little Photo-Shopping of the final photos I sent to Jerry and met with him and his attorney. He said that he was going to file the divorce papers - and a request to enforce the morality clause of the pre-nup - the next Monday. My final liaison with Gina would be Sunday. I was determined to make it special, and asked Jerry to get called away on business that day so that I could "wind things up." He readily agreed, obviously so that he could fuck Ginny Marlowe. That Sunday I took Gina to the closest Four Star resort. We went swimming, got couples massages, took a nature hike - and fucked each other's brains out. We fell asleep in each other's arms completely and utterly sated! Gina called me in a panic Monday night. "Brett, late this afternoon Jerry served me with divorce papers, and he's invoking the morality clause of the pre-nup. You haven't told anyone about us, have you?" "What! He did that, the asshole! No, I haven't told anyone. I swear that I don't remember being followed either, or any suspicious activity when we had our liaisons. Do the papers provide any details?" I responded, pretending to be shocked and flustered. "No, but the papers do refer to my paramour by the initials B. S. He must know about you," she shrieked. "Have you had intercourse with anyone else while married to him?" I asked, feeling guilty about asking it and knowing that she hadn't but doing so to hide my role. "Hell no!" she screamed. "Do you even have to ask me that after the way that we've bonded and what we've meant to each other?" "No, of course not; I was just talking about before we met because I know that you were unhappy with him for a long time before we got intimate," I calmly replied. We had a further discussion, culminating with Gina saying "Brett, I think that we should cool it until this blows over." "I agree, Gina. No more contact except perhaps a status call from you or your attorney to me once in a while. Do you have a good attorney?" "He's a fucking shark," was her ardent reply. I got his name from her, and we signed off. ***** I met with Jerry's attorney again a few days after my last conversation with Gina. I told him that I had fucked her on six different occasions - it was closer to sixty, but there was no reason for him and Jerry to know that. I gave him times and places for the six liaisons, and photos. "You know, these photos aren't as clear as I'd like," he told me. "I didn't want her to be suspicious," I replied. "Jerry can tell that it's her, can't he?" "Jerry says that he clearly can - I just would like a slam dunk," he mumbled. It was hard on me giving Gina up. I truly missed her; not just the fabulous sex, but the person too. Fortunately, I was able to hook up with Nasty-Nipple Michele again. While I certainly enjoyed fucking that fine piece of ass, it just wasn't the same. I had kind of an empty feeling, and a malaise that I couldn't explain. Michele even asked me about it once. I had a quick reply. "It probably is just because you haven't asked me to fuck your ass since we got back together," I pouted. Michele looked perplexed, then laughed, then said "Well get out the lube then big boy, and get to work!" I really pretended to find that ass-fucking the best sex ever, but once she fell asleep afterwards I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I did have another motive besides sex in getting back with Michele. I got some valuable information from her. I sent Jerry two emails asking "When do I get my $50,000 bonus for my testimony?" In each case he replied "After I hear it in Court or a deposition, not before!" I guess when you have money and influence like Jerry Williams does you can grease the wheels of justice. An evidentiary hearing was scheduled for a mere ten weeks after Gina had been served. I met with Jerry's attorney two days before the hearing. "I'm surprised that they never took your deposition, Brett. I had to identify you as the paramour. I think that was bad strategy on their part," he told me. "I'll bet that her attorney got an anonymous call telling him that it was in his client's best interests not to take my deposition," I chuckled to myself. "Did you take Gina's deposition?" I asked Jerry's attorney. "Yeah; her attorney was clever in that one," he chuckled. "How so?" I inquired. "Well, since adultery is technically still a crime in this State, although no one has been prosecuted for it for decades, and in the couple of other prosecutions in recent years in other states the law has been found unconstitutional, the newly elected District Attorney is a religious freak, and he wouldn't agree to give Gina immunity. So in her deposition she was able to plead the 5th Amendment provision against self-incrimination." "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means that we have to prove our case without help from her. I'm sure that she won't take the stand in Court because if she does she'll have to waive her 5th Amendment rights and testify truthfully. But it means that unless we put on a prima facie case we won't prevail." "Is there any problem with a prima facie case?" I asked. "Not really. With your testimony and the photos it should be easy," he replied while shrugging his shoulders. When I was called to the stand at the hearing I saw Gina for the first time since our phone conversation - I never did speak with her or her attorney about status, or anything else, since then. Even though she knew that I was being called as a witness, I saw her start to quietly sob as I was asked by the Clerk of the Court "Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth and the whole truth, so help you God?" "I do," I confidently replied; I don't believe in God. Mr. Justice - a good name for Jerry's attorney, don't you think - enthusiastically started his examination of me. The salient inquiry went like this, as the Court Reporter transcribed it. "J" is Mr. Justice, "S" is me. ***** J: Do you know Mrs. Gina Williams, Mr. Saunders? S: Yes. She and I are good friends. J: How did you meet? S: We met at a charity that we both volunteered for, one for battered women. J: Did you ever go out to eat, or to events, with Mrs. Williams. S: Many times, mostly when her husband, Jerry Williams, was away on business. J: Did you and she ever establish a sexual relationship? S: What do you mean by that? J: Well, did you ever have sexual intercourse, oral or vaginal? S: No; but we did platonically kiss a few times. J: What do you mean, "No?" Just in my office two days ago didn't you tell me that you had sexual intercourse with her on six occasions? S: Yes, I did say that to you but only because I had been offered $50,000 by Jerry Williams to lie about it. But now that I'm in Court, and have taken that oath, I realize that I can't go through with the lies he wanted me to tell. It would be criminal and my conscience would bother me the rest of my life. J: Do you have any proof, aside from your word, about such an offer from Mr. Williams? S: Yes, I do. [witness reaches into sport coat interior pocket and pulls out two sheets of paper] These are emails between Mr. Williams and me about it. J: Your honor, I object. These documents... Judge Pratt: Mr. Justice, this is your own witness - you can't object. J: I want him treated as a hostile witness. Judge Pratt: He may be hostile, but I'll see his documents. Bailiff, bring Mr. Saunders' documents to me. Pause Judge Pratt: These emails printed here are between you and Mr. Jerry Williams, Mr. Saunders? S: Yes, your honor. Judge Pratt: I'll receive them into evidence; your objection is noted Mr. Justice. J: Are you sure that you didn't just make those emails up? Why for heaven's sake would Mr. Williams possibly want you to do that? S: Because he wanted out of his marriage so that he could marry Ms. Virginia Marlowe, who he was has been having an affair with for at least the last several months. J: Your honor, I object... Judge Pratt: There you go again, counselor. If you ask the questions he's going to answer, and I'm going to take his answers into account. Pause J: Well what about these numerous photos, Plaintiff's exhibits 12-26, that you gave me showing you being sexually intimate with Mrs. Williams. S: Per Mr. Williams' instructions I Photo-Shopped them. They really are of a prostitute named Tiffany, who was the prostitute I located on the Internet who looked most like Mrs. Williams. The photos were all taken on the same night in different rooms of her establishment when I was in Nevada - where prostitution is legal, I might add. I Photo-Shopped the pictures to remove her tattoos and make her hair, face, and buttocks look more like Mrs. Williams, but I chose Tiffany initially because she already had an uncanny resemblance to Mrs. Williams. J: Why that's preposterous... Judge Pratt: Now you're going to try and impeach your own witness Mr. Justice? ***** At that point, not transcribed by the Court Reporter, red-faced Jerry Williams jumped to his feet and screamed "You fucking little shitty liar, Saunders, I'll have your ass for this!" The bailiff fortunately moved to restrain Jerry. The Judge called a recess and asked to see the parties and their attorneys in his chambers. As they walked toward the Judge's chambers Gina and her attorney had big smiles on their faces, and Gina winked at me. I stayed on the stand - not having been told by anyone that I was excused. The parties, attorneys, and Judge came back in about a half an hour. Then Judge Pratt spoke. "I'm recessing the trial so that the parties can work out a settlement. Mr. Saunders you are not to talk to the parties or their attorneys unless a settlement is concluded, or we resume this hearing within a month. Is that clear?" "Yes, your honor," I humbly replied. "Mr. Saunders you may step down," the Judge continued. "Your honor - one more thing. In view of Mr. Williams' reaction to my testimony I would like a protective order requiring that neither he, nor anyone on his behalf, come within 500 feet of me, or try to contact me in any way," I pleaded. After a pause for contemplation Judge Pratt spoke again. "I'm ordering that neither party, nor anyone on their behalf, contact Mr. Saunders or approach him in anyway until this matter is concluded. Mr. Williams, in view of your outburst in Court rest assured that if any harm befalls Mr. Saunders that I'll turn the dogs loose on you. Is that clear?" After another pause, Williams sneered, "Yes, your honor, I'll leave the weasel alone." "I mean it Mr. Williams," Judge Pratt said, pointing his gavel at Williams. "He understands, your honor," attorney Justice replied. ***** I didn't really have a way of keeping track of what happened next since nobody was allowed to contact me, or me them, about the case. I spent the next month looking for another job. I eventually got one, a little better than the one that I had with Williams Securities, LLC. About ten weeks after my testimony on a Friday night I was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at my door. I hadn't been laid in a week since Michele was reconciling with her husband and had cut me off, and I was too unmotivated to scrounge up some more pussy. Also, my standards had been raised so high as a result of my relationship with Gina that I was no longer interested in anything less than a Michele. "Hi, Brett," said a smiling Gina when I opened the door. She was holding up a piece of paper. "Hi, Gina," I smiled back. "Here's my final divorce decree so now I can talk to you - or do some other four letter thing that ends in 'k,' with you," she giggled. "How did you make out in the divorce?" I stammered. "I got half of everything the asshole had - I'll never have to work for pay another day in my life, thanks to you, but I am going to work hard setting up a new charity," Gina gushed. "Great! I'm happy for you," I replied. "You should be happy for 'us,' dude, because you're coming along. Tonight I plan on getting back to where we left off, and then proceed on from there," she snickered. She was dressed only in a raincoat. She opened it up to reveal her consummate naked body underneath. My cock instantly saluted, and within three minutes flat was buried in my favorite place on earth! Monday morning, after a weekend in bed with my new fiance, I called my office and quit my new job!