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Sweet Justice

By: Dinsmore



This is a completely non-sexual tale about right, wrong and responsibility. Each reader will have to come to his or her own conclusions about relative morality.

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"Ah, Special Agent Jenkins, my favorite FBI agent! You're welcome to sit out here on the porch or in your government sedan while I waste more of my precious retirement income on my attorney who I would think will be here within the hour."

"Mr. Thompson, you don't need to call your lawyer. The judge approved your writ. I've been reprimanded and suspended without pay. The case is officially closed."

"Which would seem to mean that you shouldn't even be here but you are; the home security camera is directly above your face---smile! Maybe this time we'll be able to get a restraining order since you're obviously not here in an official capacity but only to harass a former war hero who had never even had a speeding ticket. Murder cases, certainly those which evolve into federal conspiracy cases hinting at serial murder are never closed, Special Agent Jenkins. What do you hope to accomplish here?"

"I'm not here to ask questions, well maybe one; I just want to talk."

"So you're figuring you show up here alone, along with your letter of reprimand and suspension in hand and we'll bond and I'll confess to your absurd conspiracy theory? Is Oliver Stone sitting in the car?"

"No. I know, or at least I think I know how you three pulled it off. I'm just not sure why. I need some closure, that's all. Look, the three guys who are dead were scum bags who thanks to money and influence escaped justice. Nobody is shedding any tears for them. I just don't get it."

"Well, Jenkins, I have a couple of hours before I have to set out on my, 'Meals on Wheels' route and I realize you were just doing your job. I guess there just weren't any terrorists or mobsters left to pursue so you needed to find something to occupy your time. I don't really trust you as far as I can throw you. You're a damned fanatic! The ground rules are simple. I'll video record and go on the record that you wish to have a hypothetical discussion. Come on in; I just put a fresh pot of coffee on."

Jenkins sat down in the chair he had occupied on numerous other occasions. "You knew..."

"I knew and know nothing about the case you have been so obsessively pursuing over the last year other than what I have read in your criminal complaint and your failed indictment attempts. Possibly it would be helpful if you referred to what the unknown perpetrators knew or know. By the way, why me? Why not the other two alleged conspirators?"

"You're the smartest and the best educated. As such, you're the one most likely to have a, 'theory' on this case. There's always a ring leader...usually the smartest one. Since you're pretty smart you are more likely to be able to come up with a viable hypothesis for why the unknown perpetrators did it."

"Well why don't you start the ball rolling, Agent Jenkins? I've read your criminal complaint; the one that, I am led to believe, even the Federal prosecutor, a good friend of yours, didn't have the balls to present to a grand jury---but you pushed him into it! Did you know I'm getting offers to write a book about the government's disgusting and harassing efforts to ruin the life of, let's see, this city's 'Humanitarian of the Year' three out of the last seven years? Of course I'll donate any profits from it to the Senior Center and the VFW. I guess I should thank you for that. Additionally you've made my life very interesting in the last year. I've become somewhat of a local hero. Fortunately my legal defense fund will more than cover the exorbitant legal fees I've incurred."

"You did hire one of the top criminal lawyers in the country."

"I figured that any guy who can get someone off who we all know killed those three people would have the best chance of keeping an innocent old man facing a Federal vendetta due in part to his openly expressed political opinions out of jail. And then, thanks to the Freedom of Information act coupled with a decidedly sympathetic appeals court judge, when my name showed up on the President's 'enemies list', well I'm still chuckling over that one. I worked my butt off to keep that loon out of the White House. And now the House of Representatives is debating whether or not the POTUS interfered in a federal investigation in an effort to take down political adversaries? Articles of Impeachment are on the horizon; even if they don't go anywhere we'll have a new President in November. All of the speeches and op eds in the world couldn't have ensured that outcome."

"For a long time I assumed that the, ah, perps in this case never expected that it would go Federal. Three isolated execution style hits in three different states. There was a one in a million chance that they'd ever be connected. But they were and you, ah, the perps anticipated it. They were always several steps ahead of the authorities. We got played and the media didn't help."

"Well, let's review, Agent Jenkins..."

"Call me Tom."

"Okay Tom, you already know my name, it's Frank. As I was saying, let's review. Three scum bags were murdered, executed as you said over a period of a month or so. One had killed a beautiful young woman almost two decades ago while driving drunk and left the scene of the accident. Medical examination indicated she would probably have survived if she'd gotten medical care. He had money and influence and got a two month suspended sentence, a year of probation and lost his drivers license for a year. That young woman was my high school sweetheart."

"The second scum bag fleeced the old and vulnerable with a stock swindle scheme. He ended up with a two year suspension of his securities license. Bob Mathis' father lost everything he had and unable to provide for his family, took his own life to provide his aging and sick wife the benefit of his life insurance."

"The third sicko molested, sodomized and raped a twelve year old boy. The trauma drove that boy into a coma fifteen years ago from which he never awoke. His mother, Jim Johnson's sister, was driven to psychosis from which she never recovered and was confined to a mental institution for twelve years before she escaped and killed herself. The criminal bastard received a six month sentence under a plea bargain, most of which was suspended. In fact he served twenty days in a fairly hospitable county lockup. I have to say if I had the chance to meet the perpetrators of these crimes I'd shake their hands; they performed a public service although certainly vigilante justice is difficult to condone in our, 'kinder and gentler' society."

"Why'd they wait so long to do it? I mean all three of you faced horrible tragedy and moved on with your lives to become well adjusted, pillars of the community, why didn't the perps do it sooner? Why weren't they able to forgive and forget as you three seemed to have done?"

"Tom, does anyone really ever forgive and forget such unspeakable miscarriages of justice? Where were you and those of your profession when those three were essentially getting off for murder?"

"I was still in school; I went over all three of those cases in detail. Justice did not get served in any of them."

"Exactly!"

"The three of you never denied meeting each other at the national shooting competition. According to witnesses you only met once. The three of you shared a beer on the back veranda at the lodge on the final night of the contest and were together for no more than an hour."

"Again I have you to thank that the three of us have become close friends. As you know we had no contact before or after that evening. At least you were never able to prove any contact. You subpoenaed our phone records, tore our homes apart, searched our trash, took our computers and scoured our email accounts; you put us under surveillance and questioned us repeatedly. It was just three old war vets sharing a drink and telling war stories. We probably never would have become so close if you hadn't lumped us together in your absurd conspiracy theory. Then again, I suppose if terrorists can figure out how to communicate without the government being able to do anything about it, it shouldn't be that difficult for three law abiding citizens."

"Disposable cell phones and first class mail?"

"Well I suppose if one wants to communicate without big brother getting involved those would be viable options."

"The guns used..."

"The guns you were never able to find? By the way, your jerks damaged a five thousand dollar vintage Colt that had never been fired. You destroyed its value. Any idiot could have determined that it hadn't ever had a round through it but you morons had to test fire it rendering it no longer of collector value. We have filed suit for the damages on that one."

"If the perps had basic gunsmithing skills, changed barrels, reshaped the breech face, extractor and ejector and policed their brass, it would be virtually impossible to match the gun to the crime. We determined the type of gun used in each case from the slug and..."

"None of the three of us had that exact make, model and caliber. You know that; you confiscated all of our legally registered handguns. You checked purchasing records---which the law says should have long since been destroyed. None of us was missing a gun. None of us owned a gun of the exact caliber and type used in any of the murders."

"A different caliber barrel is not that hard to retrofit if you know what you are doing."

"Did you ever find any of those barrels?"

"No."

"When you determined the make of the bullets used, did you ever find any of that brand in our possession?"

"No."

"Exactly how did your perpetrators travel by air, hundreds, even thousands of miles with a hand gun?"

"They didn't. One of the other conspirators left it where they could acquire it, use it and then leave it to be disposed of by one of the others."

"What about the alibis? At least two of your so-called conspirators had rock-solid, iron- clad alibis attested to by dozens of people at the time when each murder occurred."

"But in each case the third alibi was a close call. No one saw you that day. Three delivery men said they dropped packages off at the door and heard you working in your wood working shop and assumed you just couldn't hear the doorbell---but no one actually saw you. Another went out on his fishing boat overnight as he often did; people saw him go and saw him return with freshly caught fish. The third was deer hunting; people saw him in his favorite blind but no one actually spoke to him. Look, let me tell you how I think it went down."

"I'm all ears."

"In each case the person directly connected to the victim was completely uninvolved in that crime. In each case that individual visited the city in question a couple of weeks earlier to scout out the situation. The information gathered was then turned over to the second conspirator who arranged the set up, left the gun to be used where it could easily be retrieved ---probably in a parked car---and then came back later to pick it up. The shooter then came on the scene, retrieved the gun, waited a short time for the victim to arrive at what was an unpopulated and dimly lit locale---parking lots---and shot them with a single round to the head at close range. All three were marksman shots. The three shooters, I'm sorry, let me rephrase, three of you were within a hundred miles or less of the three murders when they occurred attending legitimate functions. Each left a wakeup call but no one can prove that each stayed in that hotel room all night, although in one case a maid claimed that she spoke to someone through the door in an attempt to leave extra pillows but wasn't positive it was the same room. In the second someone did pick up and eat the breakfast room service left outside the door and in the third a call did come from that room complaining about a noisy party one floor above. As a result, no one can prove that you weren't in those rooms. With no direct relationship between the designated shooter and the victim it would have been impossible to prove as a single crime; it had to be a conspiracy to have a prayer of prosecution."

"The rental car companies check mileage."

"A second, 'rent a heap' rental paid in cash or even a car acquired by one of the other conspirators and left in a convenient location."

"You never recovered a scintilla of forensic evidence."

"Each perp wore outer clothing, maybe a jump suit, gloves, hat and so on."

"Did you ever find evidence of that?"

"No, the second conspirator disposed of the evidence."

"So, as you see it, Tom, each individual crime had no motive, means or opportunity and no weapon. But if you could prove that it was a conspiracy you had a chance. If a couple of cops at a police convention hadn't chatted in the bar about the mysterious murder cases they were working on, it might never have gotten kicked up to the FBI?"

"Exactly and that's what made me sure that we could solve it; someone had to have screwed up somewhere. Someone would slip up or break. How did you...how did the perps know they weren't off the hook, that someone might just tie it all together?"

"I wouldn't think they knew it and they might have hoped it wouldn't happen but in the modern era in which Federal and local law enforcement communicate more openly, that chance had to exist."

"None of the three of you, as I see it, ever really lied to us under questioning, at least not early on. But each of you knew exactly when to stop talking and ask for your lawyer. You wasted so much of our time telling us things that we thought meant something---and in the end it meant nothing."

"Once you reached the point in the interrogation wherein you clearly indicated that we were suspects in a capital murder we did what any law abiding citizen should do; we exercised our constitutional rights. I teach a class for the average citizen over at the community college. I took a number of law courses as an undergrad; I even took the law school entrance exams but life got in the way. I always tell my students to ask for a lawyer; too many death row inmates are being freed every day due to modern DNA procedures. If there's a crime the cops need to make an arrest and if you remotely fit the bill, they'll lie, cheat and steal to pin it on you."

"Your friend in Cleveland is a retired cop; I would think he's pretty familiar with police procedures. Your friend in Atlanta did extensive research for a novel he wrote about forensics. Nevertheless, I was always sure if we cranked up the heat one of you would break, that your conscience would get the better of you."

"What drew the three of us together on that veranda that night, Tom?"

"Competitive shooting and the fact that you were all three ex-military."

"We are more than simply former military, Tom, we are all three combat veterans. One us was a POW for over a year. I was a helicopter pilot; before I went overseas I went through the Survival, Escape, Evasion and Resistance school in Panama. The third one was with Special Forces and was charged with responsibility for interrogating enemy prisoners and went through some pretty brutal training to prepare him for that task."

"The press sure as hell didn't hurt."

"No, I agree in spite of the fact that I distrust the media. Fortunately someone was helpful in providing them complete dossiers on the three victims---and the three supposed perpetrators. With all of the recent news about American citizens being detained without due process combined with the fact that all three of us are politically active, this was a story they couldn't resist. A few stinging editorials about the FBI---who is supposed to be hunting down terrorists, gangsters and drug dealers---harassing three retirees with unblemished records brought the story to the national scene. Add in our humanitarian and philanthropic work and our war records and the result was as expected."

"Typical criminals who think they have pulled off the perfect crime can't help themselves; they have to tell someone---brag."

"How old are typical criminals, Tom?"

"Eighty percent are under twenty five."

"How old are the three of us?"

"One is middle sixties, one just turned sixty and you're a year away."

"How old are you Tom?"

I'm thirty-two."

"So you're approaching a more mature phase in your life. Tom, when you were eighteen to twenty-five and you went out one night and, shall we say, 'got lucky', what did you do the next day?"

"I bragged to my buddies about it."

"Well, Tom, when I get lucky with a younger woman---that would be one under fifty---I tend to keep it to myself. You cross a threshold in life, I think after the big five-o at which you stop bragging about accomplishments and when you do something, shall we say, special, you keep it to yourself. You're not trying to impress friends anymore. You derive far more satisfaction from knowing that you've still 'got it' than from bragging about it."

"So, hypothetically, you're saying that if the perps in this case were of your generation this whole thing was more about personal satisfaction than revenge?"

"I certainly wouldn't have any personal knowledge of what bones your perpetrators had with the three victims but as I understand it people have been lining up for years to get a piece of those dirt bags. Revenge is an overrated motive which connotes more of a crime of anger or passion. When hardship hits you suck it up and move on and that becomes far easier with age. No, I would think that the three victims in question were picked because no one would miss them and they had hurt untold numbers of people. They were also convenient in that the perpetrators knew, possibly from news accounts, who they were and rationalized that the world wouldn't morn their passing."

"So you believe this had nothing to do with revenge or retribution? We went back years and talked to friends and family. All three of your appeared well-adjusted and had never even made a threatening comment in private. That's the part that always got to me; if not revenge, then why? My inability to articulate a motive was the ultimate downfall of the case. Revenge, a crime of passion, monetary gain---those are motives you can sell to a jury."

"I wouldn't think revenge was really an issue; at least I doubt that it was the driving force. It might have had some influence on target selection. No, I sense that your perpetrators, and I seriously doubt that it was a conspiracy, more like a coincidence, had a different motive. They each did it to prove to themselves---and no one else---that they still had, 'the right stuff'. From my standpoint they did society a service. Unfortunately for you and your career you invented a ridiculous conspiracy theory devoid of facts, motive or evidence and went after three very sympathetic citizens. You're an experienced investigator; the rules of evidence had to have told you that you didn't have a good chance of success---and might well hurt yourself in the process. Why did you keep at it?"

"You know the old phrase, 'the FBI always gets their man'. Then I became fascinated the more I dug into what appeared to be the perfect crimes. My obsession with understanding how and why clouded my professional judgment. I think I'm pretty much on the mark on the how and you've given me a glimpse into the why."

"Hypothetically, of course."

"Absolutely."

"Another cup of coffee?"

"No, I need to be going."

"I'm sorry about your suspension and reprimand. You were just doing your job and you seem to take that job very seriously."

"Did I ever get close? What would I have had to produce to sell this?"

"A witness, either to the crime or one that would shake the alibis, a gun or gun barrel or a confession."


Sweet Justice



It was a hot night, so I thought I'd go to the pool. As I walked along the shrub lined walkway, I heard some splashing, and apparently my twin sister had the same idea. I thought to myself that I would sneak up and surprise her. But I was the one who was surprised. The pool was lighted so I could see well that my sister was skinny dipping with a black man. 

She has a boyfriend that's out of state so it was a surprise that she was with someone else. I thought to myself that I had never seen him before. I wonder how many guys she sees while Troy is out of town. She was taking advantage of the fact that our parents were out of town on vacation in Cancun for two weeks. Things were getting hot between them as I backed up behind the bush. 

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her open mouthed. I could see their tongues playing with each other. He whispered something to her that I couldn't hear. And then he lifted her up by the waist and put her breast in his mouth. She ran her hands over his shaved head, and then wrapped her legs around him. He dropped her ass on the side of the pool and he slid down so I could see the back of his head between her legs. My sister lay back with her feet in the water and her head and back on the wooden deck. She is such a slut! 

I was also feeling guilty because I was wishing it was me with her, eating her pussy. My sister started moaning. I was so hard I couldn't believe it. I pulled my cock out, and squeezed it hard. I wanted to wait to jerk off. I wanted to wait till they were fucking before I let myself come. So there I was waiting to whack off watching this black man eat my sister's cunt, wishing it was me. I wish I could see what he was doing to make her squirm and moan. His head was in the way. 

She started shaking and she was squirting all over his face. "Oh fuck, I'm coming all over your face. Tongue fuck me you bastard." Oh good something I can imagine his long tongue shoving into my sister's squirting cunt. And he was tongue fucking her hard. He was making that bitch squirm. I licked my hand and rubbed it softly on my cock. She sat back up, as he raised his mouth off of her twat. 

She lowered herself back into the pool and kissed him hard. They turned about a quarter turn so I could see them. She licked all of her juices off of his face. She went under the water, and he held her head down there. I bet she was sucking his black cock underwater. 

I wanted to see it. It was driving me crazy. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to see him getting his cock sucked by my bitch of a sister. That little whore, all this time sucking so many other guys with her brother jerking off in the next room. I actually love her, I've always loved her; she's my sister! I should be taking care of her, so she wouldn't have to go to some other guy. If I just had the chance I would fuck her good. How long had she been under water? Was he suffocating her? Finally she came up. And kissed him. That was so hot. He was sticking his tongue down her throat. 

He went to the side of the pool and lifted himself on the edge of the pool. I could see his huge cock, don't get me wrong I love my cock, but this guy was huge at least 12 inches. I squeezed my cock, again. She came over to him and kissed his cock, and then she licked his purple cock head. She licked his balls, and then she took them into her mouth. My sister had black balls in her mouth. I started to cradle my own balls. I was thinking about my sister's tongue, lapping at my balls. 

He put his hands in her hair and yanked her up by her hair. I heard a loud pop as his balls came out of her mouth. He shoved her head down on his cock, she grabbed hold of his muscular coal black ass and she deep throated all of that huge cock. It had to go down her throat. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I licked my hand again and I started stroking my cock, matching time with my sister's mouth. She was going up and down on that long black rod. She was sucking him fast. I knew that she must have done it a lot of times before. She was a seasoned cock sucker because of how natural she made it look. I love watching women suck cock in porn tapes but this was the first time I had ever seen it in reality. I thought I was going to come before she made him come. I had to slow down, and take a deep breath. 

Then he started shaking, I thought to myself, "thank you" then I started to wail on my cock, I gave it all I could. I felt it getting hot it was burning but I had to come. He started coming and she pulled it out of her mouth and he shot jism 3 inches into the air all over her face. His white cum was shooting all over my sister, in her hair on her c cup tits, her face. 

She wiped it off of her face with her finger and put it in her mouth. She was eating his cum. That little slut, eating the cum of this stranger. I started shooting cum all over the side walk, my hand and the bush. 

As soon as my heart slowed down after the release, I started feeling guilty. What am I doing? Jerking off outside. Fantasizing about my sister. Watching her blow some guy. And watching her get eaten. I wanted to go inside. I wanted to cry. I can't get girls to go out with me, but yet my beautiful sister, can bring a strange guy home to eat her. I now had a crush on my sister. She is the only girl that would pay any attention to me. And she was a fox, blonde 5'11", big titties, pouty lips, and big blue eyes.

She got up onto the deck next to him, as he laid back she was sitting up playing with his limp cock. I wanted to leave, believe me, I did. But, I couldn't move my feet. She was getting him hard again. She wanted to fuck. To feel that cock inside of her. She straddled his hips on the deck. She lowered her pussy down on his cock. I could see it hurt, it was a big cock. She raised herself up and lowered again. She dropped her lips down to his and started kissing him. She was French kissing him hard. He put his large hands on her ass and she started going a little faster. He was stroking her sweet ass, and then "whack" he smacked her ass. I was hard again. 

"Please No" she wailed.

Then he smacked her ass again. "Faster bitch, make me come in your white twat." She was riding him so hard and fast. I looked down and my hand was on my cock again. I licked my hand and started stroking. He smacked her again which sent her into convulsions. This sent him into convulsions. I couldn't help it I started coming. 

I went back into the house. I needed to cool down off even more now. I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, and started drinking as I plopped myself at the kitchen table. The lights were still off when my sister walked in the French doors. She was wearing a very dry bikini while her hair was very wet. I could smell the sex on her. It was so hot I wanted her. Calm down I was getting hard again. She started walking across the room.

"Shit, you scared me, Jeff." She said as she nearly jumped through the roof.

"Guilty conscience, Justice?"

"Very funny" she said as she threw the wet towel at me. Was this the towel she had all over her body wiping her tits her cunt... got to stop. I can't think about her. I pulled the towel off of my head. I smelled it first. It smelled like sex. She was at the fridge getting another Coke. She was bending over and I could see the silhouette of her ass, and tits. Then I thought about the show I just got and I was thinking that I should smack her ass. She has been a very bad girl. As an older brother, fifteen minutes older but older nonetheless, that's my job. Dad said I was supposed to be the man of the house, while he and mom were gone. I went upstairs to jerk off again. 

After I had come again for the third time it finally struck me that it was not normal behavior for my sister to do that. She was normally a sweet girl. She never cussed, probably not even in her mind, like I do. I don't know if Troy had even been with her. Not that I would blame him if he had. It would be hard for any guy to control himself around her. So I decided to do what any concerned big brother would do, I went to talk to her. When I entered her bedroom she was laying on her bed with her breasts exposed and moonlight bathing them in a soft glow. She turned onto her side, still very much asleep. I couldn't believe my eyes, she normally wore neck to ankle pajamas to bed, so I was concerned and aroused. I went over close to her and pulled the sheet over her breasts, and then I kissed her forehead. She opened her big blue eyes at me and smiled. She had such a beautiful smile with a slight overbite that made her even more endearing. 

"Hey Jeff." She said with happiness in her voice. "What do you need?" It was odd for me to come in on her while she was sleeping so she cut right to the point.

It occurred to me that when I kissed her she was very feverish. "Are you feeling okay, Jussie?"

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream though. I was out at a party with some friends and this black guy Tyrone brought me a soda. After that I was all fuzzy, doing crazy stuff. Stuff I could never do in reality. But it seemed so real." Then she started crying, so, I held her. She was lying on my chest with just a cotton sheet between us. She needed the comfort of someone she loved, even if she thought she had only cheated in a dream. She sniffled and looked up at me, "do you suppose that my subconscious is trying to tell me that I shouldn't be with troy? That I need someone who really loves me, and who will be there for me? Can I tell you a secret?"

"Anything. You can trust me."

"I know I always said I would wait for the man I was going to marry. The one I would spend the rest of my life with, but, I slept with troy. And I did think I was going to marry him, but now, I wonder if he is being unfaithful. Every time we talk he just wants to have phone sex, and every time I see him he just wants to have real sex or oral." She hung her head down. "Does that make you think less of me?"

I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. "I don't think there is any sweeter girl out there. And I don't think you future husband could ever blame you for being deceived by someone like troy. He is really charming." At this she smiled. "And good looking. You have such a beautiful heart, that no one could blame you for loving with such intensity."

"Thank you. That's what I need someone I can talk to, like we talk. It's like we are one person sometimes. I guess the egg split at just the right time, so I could have a best friend that understands me." I took the unopened Coke off of her nightstand and twisted the lid. I offered her the bottle and she drank it fast. "I'm cold Jeff could you hand me a blanket?" I took a folded blanket off of the hope chest at the end of her bed, and stood up and covered her with it.

"Go back to sleep, and only normal dreams, of unicorns and rainbows and lollipops." She laughed; I love to make her laugh.

I walked toward the door. "Jeff," she waited till I turned around, "I love you, and thank you for taking care of me."

"I love you, Jussie, and your welcome." I closed the door feeling like a total shit for what I had thought about her. Now it seemed laughable that I would think she would do something like that, of her own volition. And I felt like the worst brother in the world, not protecting her. I stood outside her bedroom door and decided the best thing I could do for her was to never tell her what I saw. She would hate herself for having done it. 

An hour later I decided to check to see if she had gotten back to sleep. I walked in her room, and when I did I heard her shower in the bathroom come on. I looked up and saw my sister in the mirror. I was like a deer caught in head lights. I couldn't move. She was bent over adjusting the knobs for the right temperature. I saw her plump behind sticking up, and between her legs I thought I saw a hint of pink. She was shivering at this point; she must have gotten colder, and wanted to warm up in the shower. She stood back up. Her hair cascaded down her back. It looked soft and golden. She stepped into the shower, right under the stream. She was wetting down her hair, she has the most beautiful hair. She reached for the shampoo and squirted some in her hand. 

I let my eyes wander down her body, she had a pair of round firm breasts with dark brown 3 inch round nipples and hard erect little 1 inch aureoles. I looked down at her untrimmed yellow pussy hair. The fact that it was natural and unshaved was a testament to her innocence of the ways of the world. I looked back up and she was lathering her thick luxurious hair. I loved the thickness of her hair and it always smelled so good, like fruit. The mirror was beginning to fog up, which snapped me out of my trance. I started thinking about what I was doing, standing in my sister's bedroom, and watching her shower. Remembering how innocent and naïve she was, it made me feel even guiltier. What a dirty peeping tom I had become. As I was walking out of her bedroom my foot snagged on a pair of her dirty panties. I knew it wasn't right but I put them in my pocket. I walked back into my room, passing the other door to the bathroom; I heard her crying even through the din of the shower. She was a very confused person and so was I. 

The next day was Sunday; she had a solo to sing, so she couldn't miss church although she was still suffering from a headache. I'm guessing brought on from some date rape drug. Her fever had gone down, and she looked radiant when she stepped out on that podium. It was my job to introduce her, right after I read the morning announcements. "My dad won't be preaching today, but, you'll get your fill of my family with me reading the announcements and my sister singing a special treat for you." They began applauding. "Doesn't she have a wonderful voice?" She stepped up to the microphone and she sang "How Great Thou Art" gently and humbly, with full emotion. Her voice was so lovely that I wondered what was wrong with me that I had wanted to taint such a God loving, God fearing woman as her. She looked like an angel wearing her white choir robe.

The sermon was on the father of the Israel nation, Abraham and how he seemingly lied about Sara being his sister, but it came out to be the truth. 

I couldn't keep my mind on my classes on Monday. We were both going to the Bob Jones University and we had some classes together. Most of the seating was alphabetized so we sat next to each other. My only break was chapel. Justice was wearing a blue jean skirt. Her blonde hair was down and wavy. She wore a loose fitting sateen shirt. It fit loosely everywhere but her large breasts. I tried my hardest not to look at her, but, whenever you try not to look, you do.

It was later that night that I was trying to concentrate on my English homework when the phone rang; I had a cordless handset on my desk, so I picked it up. Before I could say anything I heard my sister's sweet voice.

"Hello."

"Hey baby" it was her boyfriend who is away at another college. I pressed the mute button and continued listening. "It was a hard weekend. I went to work at the grocery store and all these girls were flirting with me. But, I told them that I was in a happy relationship."

"MmmHmm."

"No really, and some of them were very hot." He was trying to make her feel guilty for being so far away.

"What are you doing looking?" Was she really mad? Was she tired of him? Was she still confused? I had to listen further.

"It's hard not to notice. Anyways I wish I was there with you. I miss you so bad."

"Miss you too sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too. I wish I could kiss your lips. Both pair."

She giggled "I'll keep them both wet for you." I pulled the pair of her dirty panties out of my desk drawer and went over to my bed. I smelled them. They smelled so good. I bet she did have a wet pussy.

"I want to lick your sweet pussy. Are you touching yourself?"

"Should I?"

"Lick your fingers and reach inside your panties. Play with your clit gently teasingly, like I do. Like I do with my tongue, licking it in circles. Follow what I say. I got my hard cock out and it's in my hand."

"I love the taste of your cock. I love the taste of your cum. I wish you were squirting all over my face and in my mouth."

"Mmm, you're naughty. Run your fingers up and down your lips on the outside. Is it wet?"

"My pussy is so wet for you. My breasts hunger for your mouth. You want me to play with them?"

"Stick your tit in your mouth." I pulled out a bottle of conditioner, the same kind my sister uses, strawberries and cream. I squirted some on my cock. The cold was a shock. I rubbed it in and put her panties in my mouth. "Lick that titty. And stick your finger in your wet cunt. You like that don't you?"

"Uh Huh." She grunted I could hear her moaning. 

"Pinch your tit and finger fuck your pussy hard. I want to hear you moan."

She was moaning and it kept getting loader.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, justice. I'm going to fill every hole you got with my come."

"Fill my mouth, oh yes..."

"I'm going to... it's so big and hard I'm going to stick it between your sweet little lips. In your mouth I'm going to come in your mouth all over your tongue."

"Come on my breasts. I'm coming." She was moaning so loud.

I'm coming on your tits, now. Come on my face."

"Oh yeah." Then they both grunted in a crescendo of orgasm. I came with them. I felt so close to my sister.

When they calmed down she said to him. "As long as you keep me coming like that you never have to worry about being so far away."

"I know I'd never have to worry about you Justice." He laughed.

I hung up the phone and I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple Cokes. I went to her bedroom door and knocked. After a few seconds she said "come in." Apparently she had to straighten herself up. She was sitting on her bed, her hair was tousled and her thong panties were lying on the floor almost underneath her bed. She looked great. I came over and sat on the bed next to her, and handed her one of the Cokes. 

"Jeff, my brother just came in, is it okay if I let you go?" "You feel better now?" "Oh anytime, it was GREAT talking to you." "Love you too" she hung up the phone. "Thanks I needed something to cool me down. How are you Jeff?"

"Oh I was just thinking about how close we used to be and I missed it."

"Yeah, we were pretty great together." 

I put my arm around her. "I love you sis. I doubt I will ever be as close to any other girl."

"Well we did share a womb for nine months; you can't get much closer than that. If you could put up with me that long it's a real testament to our relationship, and your level of patience." She chugged her Coke and sat the empty bottle on the floor. "So, you want to set up a date just the two of us?"

"How about now?"

"Okay." She turned toward me knocking the Coke bottle over, making it spin on the floor. I pointed right at me. We both looked down at each other and she shrugged her shoulders, like it was part of the game, so we had to do it. I looked at her and I brought my lips to hers. They were so nice. Soft and tender, wet and warm. I put my arms around her, and held her as I kissed her. She was so sweet, letting me kiss her. I parted my lips and she brought her tongue to lick my lips. It felt so incredible. My heart was beating so hard. "I love you too Jeff." She whispered against my lips. We just held each other for a few minutes. We knew what was about to happen. I was excited and nervous. I started shaking. She rubbed her hand across my head. "It's okay. I'll be gentle. I know it's your first. I've been thinking a lot about you and me lately, too. I would be the luckiest girl in the world to be with you. We are closer than we could ever be with somebody else. I love you, and this is the most perfectly natural thing to do. I only wish that it was also my first time. I wish that I had saved myself for the real one that I would share my life with, you. Make love with me Jeff. I know you feel the same, I know you have to. I couldn't take it if you didn't." Then she brought her lips to mine and we started kissing again. It felt so natural, so loving so perfect.




Sweet Justice



"I do love you, and I do want you. Forever." She lifted her shirt over her head, and I could see her breasts. But this time I wasn't peeking at her, like I had in the shower, or by the pool. She chose to show them to me. She was offering herself to me. I touched her breast with trembling fingertips. She grabbed my hand and pressed into her breast. It was soft and squishy. She stood up in front of me and her breasts were at my eye level. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my head against her breast. I started sucking. I could tell she liked that. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor at my feet. I reached out and held her close to me with my hands on her ass. 

She pushed me down onto her bed and then straddled me. I was still wearing all of my clothes but she started grinding against my hard cock. I didn't know what she was doing, but, it seemed to be making her happy. She was moaning, and she squirted liquid all over my pants. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly. "I love you, brother."

"I love you sis." She slid off of me and started to unzip my pants. Would she be disappointed? She pulled my penis out and kissed it.

"It's beautiful." She licked the head and I felt like I was going to explode right then. She took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. I loved watching and feeling her suck my cock. My heart was beating so hard. She slowly took my manhood in her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving all around it. She started sucking me and moving her lips up and down slowly. I wanted it to last forever, apparently so did she. She grabbed hold of me and stroked me as she licked my head, and sucking on the head. I started shaking, and I came right in my sister's mouth.

"Justice, I'm coming." She sucked even faster. She wanted to taste all of my come. It felt so good. Better than I imagined. She sat on my lap before I went soft, stuffing my cock into her. 

"I love you Justice."

"I love you Jeff." We both smiled. We began kissing again, as natural as can be. No negative thought about my soft dick was inside my sister's twat. It was so normal. As we kissed I felt myself getting hard again, and I realized that I just lost my virginity to the only girl I will truly love. She slid up and down my dick a couple of times and then she got off of me and said, "Get on top."

I lay on top of her holding myself up with my arms. She pushed them away, which brought me face to face with her again. I kissed her tenderly. "Love you, and thank you."

She kissed me back. "I love you, you're welcome." I pulled out and pushed back in, and then I kissed her again. With our lips locked I slid in and out of my sister's pussy. I licked her lips like she had done mine earlier. "You feel so good. Please, come inside me. Love me, make love to me."

"I do love you." Then I went faster, I couldn't help it. And I was coming I realized what was happening and I looked at her with a sorry look on my face. She was biting her lip and shaking.

"It's okay. It's okay to fuck me, to make love to me, to cum in me. Come inside me." I released inside my sister as she kissed me and shook into her own orgasm, so I kept going I kept fucking her until I was too soft. She screamed out in pleasure. "Oh yes! Oh my, yes." And when she stopped I rolled off of her completely spent. I held her with my arm across her stomach and my hand on her breast. "Thank you." She just smiled at me. And we fell asleep together.



Sweet Justice



"Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love." 

~John le Carre

Prologue

Tom only commits to what he loves, and when he commits, he's all in. This also makes him very competitive. It was true in his college athletics and academics; it was true in his work and relationships. Through these qualities he has experienced a great deal of success and in one instance, life-changing heartbreak.

She mesmerized him from the moment he saw her across the university's central campus green during Greek Rush Week his sophomore year. Her vibrant promoting personality drew attention to their sorority booth. This gorgeous blond was confident and enthusiastic in a way that attracted interest from potential recruits, not to mention any college man with an ounce of testosterone walking by. He then noticed her stunning beauty. Her knotted bright sorority tank top and short shorts accentuated her perfect five foot nine fit body. Suzy had every intention to allow the tank top show off her large tan breasts and for the shorts to cover just enough of her ass to expose the complete length of her long flawless legs. It was almost as if she was saying, "join our sorority and you can be like me." Who wouldn't want that? Then, in a magical serendipitous moment, her captivating sparkling blues caught and locked onto Tom's eyes from across the green. Her broad smile lit up her face and melted his heart. While he wasn't inclined to believe in destiny, he knew everything in his life had just changed.

Their first date lasted for hours, hearing one another's stories and enjoying their first kiss. He continued to be mesmerized by her boundless energy and zest for life. She was one of those people who live fully present in the moment. She often said, "all we have is right now, and we will never have it again, so we should live it for all its worth." The two were immediately attracted by their shared passions to live life in a way that leaves it all out on the field. However, they approached this shared passion for life differently. Tom's strategic disciplined approach to life complemented Suzy's impulsive spontaneity that never missed an opportunity. They loved partying together or hanging out with friends, especially Mark, Tom's best friend and roommate, and whoever he happened to be dating that week.

Suzy lived her go-for-broke approach to life everywhere, including the bedroom. There was nothing she wouldn't try or do if she knew it might bring pleasure. Although Tom's deep convictions included waiting to have full intercourse until they were married, everything else was fair game, in every sense of that word. There was nothing prudish for Tom about waiting; he was just a hopeless romantic to make the wedding night special. Their shared commitment to wait actually built anticipation, making their sex life more frequent and hot. For example, one Friday evening during their junior year, Suzy offered to cook a special dinner for Tom after a hard long week. When he opened the apartment door, dinner was already on the table, in and on top of Suzy's gorgeous naked body. With a smile, she promised that if he ate everything on the table -- everything -- then he would love the multi-course dessert she had planned. They didn't leave the apartment that weekend until Monday morning. It was a long, rich dessert. The sexual countdown and anticipation in their relationship intensified with their engagement the summer before their senior year. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and rarely did. 

The following January, less than six months before their wedding, Suzy called Tom on his cell saying she had to see him right away. She was sobbing. When Tom got to his apartment, Suzy was already there. Rather than the vision of her luscious body sprawled out as a delicacy on the dinner table to be consumed, she was curled up on the couch crying into her hands, barely able to catch her breath. Tom's roommate Mark stood awkwardly, as most any guy would, with a woman crying uncontrollably in his apartment. 

As Tom started to walk toward her to comfort her she put her hand up and said, "Wait. Please don't make this harder than it already is."

"What do you mean?" he asked, dumbfounded. 

"I'm pregnant," she blurted through her sobs.

Tom's legs buckled from under him. "What?" he asked confused. "How?"

Suzy looked up at Mark with a knowing look. Mark dropped his head. "I, uh I, uh Tom, look I am so sorry," he stammered.

"What the fuck?!" Tom shouted, feeling disoriented and sick to his stomach. His world crumbled around him with the sound of two sobbing words from Suzy.

"I am so sorry Tom," Suzy pleaded through her tears. "It was spontaneous. We didn't mean to..."

"Get pregnant?" Tom finished angrily.

"We usually used protection," Mark volunteered in a failed attempt to defend.

"There was more than once?" Tom shouted in disbelief.

"They didn't mean anything," Suzy tried to convince. "It was just physical, nothing more. Just for fun. Sometimes I'd get horny and just need a good fuck," she confessed.

Mark shrugged his shoulders as if to say "Sorry man," combined with "how was I supposed to resist that gorgeous body begging to be fucked with no strings attached?" 

The room spun. Tom felt dizzy from the shattering words. After years of devotion and anticipation, his fiancé was pregnant with his best friends' baby. The two people he trusted the most cheated on him with each other. It was all a façade. They fucked each other over and over with the comfort and frequency of meeting for coffee, all behind his back. Betrayal didn't seem strong enough of a word to describe what Tom felt. 

Mark moved out of the apartment and into Suzy's place that weekend. They were married a couple months later in the spring and their first child arrived two weeks after our college commencement. Mark took an entry-level position with a real estate firm in town while Suzy stayed home with the baby. A year and a half later a second baby came along. Their path's crossed on occasion through mutual friends, but it was easier for Tom to keep a distance whenever possible due to the pain of the betrayal.

Chapter One 

Tom graduated that Spring with a degree in business and finance. A local private investment firm hired him to handle personal and corporate accounts. He had some early successes that captured the attention of the firm's executives. After three years Tom was invited to become a partner. After seven years, the CEO and majority owner of the firm was ready to retire and offered him the opportunity to purchase his share. He said his dream was to hand the firm over to a young leader who would take it to the next level. 

The company continued to do well, and so did Tom's professional life. He worked long hours, but enjoyed all the luxurious benefits of his wealth. He lived in a large mansion, enjoyed travel to exotic places and was the CEO of one of the largest private investment firms in this region of the country. With all that was full in his life, the pain of betrayal still left a cavernous emptiness in his soul. It wasn't that he wanted Suzy back any more, at least in the same way, but an injustice had been done that had never been made right. That was until his assistant Cate asked him about an appointment request she received from someone saying she was an old college friend named Suzy. "It sounded urgent," Cate said. 

Normally Tom's inclination would be to deny the appointment request. If he lived the rest of his life without seeing her, it would be OK with him, certainly easier than dealing with the pain. "Tell her no," he said.

"She said it was urgent," Cate repeated. "She sounded kind of desperate."

Tom didn't want Cate to think he was completely heartless, and part of him was curious. "OK Cate, book her for a half an hour, but nothing more."

The next day Suzy entered the large impressive 12-story building with artistic architectural flair of angled metal and glass. An impressive waterfall cascaded behind the round information center just inside the entrance. "Excuse me," she said to the professional assistant behind the desk. "I have an appointment with Tom Newhouse. Can you direct me to his office?"

"One moment please, and I will check with Mr. Newhouse's assistant." After a brief phone call to Cate, the receptionist said, "Mr. Newhouse's office is on the 12th floor. They are expecting you."

Suzy stepped into the elevator. She hadn't realized how professional the office would be, something she wasn't used to. She felt underdressed compared the men and women in expensive suits hurriedly multitasking on their smartphones as they crowded into the elevator with her. She checked herself in the elevator's mirrored walls. She had worked to remain fit and maintain her sexy shape from her college years, even though those years seemed like a lifetime ago. She straightened her long blond hair with her fingers. She wore a simple cotton white blouse with plunging neckline that showed off her still-firm cleavage and a blue printed skirt with short heels. Butterflies of nerves flew freely in her stomach as the elevator made its way to the top floor offices of Mr. Thomas Newhouse. She had never felt more nervous to see him or for the reason she asked for the appointment. The rest of her life could possibly hinge on what happens in this meeting. She tried to hold her emotions together.

"Mr. Newhouse will see you now," Cate said. "Please follow me." Suzy was impressed by the elegant dark-wood offices, thick plush carpets and statues that decorated the executive floor. She remembered the days when seeing Tom was just a matter of giving him a quick call on his cell, or even better, reaching across the soft bed to wake him up in a way that put a smile on his face. Cate knocked before opening the large double doors with the nameplate: Mr. Thomas Newhouse, Chief Executive Officer. As they walked in, the spacious office opened up with an expansive view of the city from windows that covered the entire length of the office wall behind his desk. Two chairs were placed in the center of the room facing his desk. A small conference table was positioned to her left with six chairs; two winged-back chairs were in front of a fireplace to her right. Suzy noticeably gasped as she realized the square-footage of his office felt like half the size of her entire house. 

"Have a seat Suzy," Tom said matter-of-factly, pointing to one of the chairs in front of his sophisticated desk. 

"It's good to see you, Tom. It's been a long time. You look good," Suzy volunteered.

"Anything else, Mr. Newhouse?" Cate asked.

"That will be all, Cate. Thank you very much." Cate closed the doors behind her on her way out. 

"Wow," Suzy added. "This is impressive."

"Cate said you had something urgent you wanted to talk with me about," he answered, acting uninterested in small talk. Tom worked to hide behind the veneer of professionalism, as memories and feelings flooded over him. He couldn't help the vivid reminder of how stunningly beautiful Suzy was, still. His heart felt like it was doing gymnastics; it ached as if no time had passed.

"Um, I do," Suzy answered. "I just thought...," her words tapered. She realized Tom wasn't going to make this easy. "Tom, I'm in trouble," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I need your help."

"I'm not interested, Suzy." 

"Please Tom, I'm desperate. I have nowhere to turn."

"You fucked your way out of my life when you fucked Mark," he answered. 

"Please Tom, that was a long time ago."

"Yes it was, and I've moved on. You ripped my heart out Suzy. I'm not going to let you do that again."

"I know, I know," Suzy said. "I am so sorry. I've never gotten over what I did to you," she confessed. "My kids will be on the street, we'll lose everything," she blurted as her tears turned to sobs. 

The memory of Suzy pleading and sobbing came flooding back, as if he were standing in his old living room that fateful afternoon years before. "Stop crying," Tom said.

Suzy worked to regain her composure. "Please let me explain the trouble I'm in Tom. If there is nothing you can or want to do, I understand."

"We have 20 minutes left in this appointment," Tom compromised. "I'll listen to your sad story, and in 20 minutes I will need to leave for my next appointment."

"Thank you Tom." Suzy paused to catch her breath. Her ample chest rose and fell with her deep heaves. "Tom, I blew it. I messed up big time. It was a spontaneous thing I thought would make everything alright."

"There's a shocker," Tom said unsympathetically. "Déjà vu. Who'd you fuck this time?"

"It's not like that Tom. Mark's been working hard, long hours, trying to make ends meet. It's been tough out there. We were falling behind. I felt badly, and thought if I could just find a way to help turn things around. I heard about an investment opportunity that promised huge immediate returns, doubling the investment in four years or less."

"Sounds too good to be true, even for me," Tom boasted.

"It was. It was a ponzi scheme," she said. "It gets worse. I borrowed money to make the investment with, so I wouldn't be out anything. With the promised high returns, I could easily pay the loan back and rake in profits from the investment. It was a sure thing. I put up our house as collateral and handed the ponzi scam $94,000."

"What does Mark say?" he asked. "This sounds like his problem, not mine."

"Mark doesn't know," Suzy said. "I wanted to surprise him when the money came in. That was last week. This week the ponzi people were busted and all the money is gone. He'd die if he knew what I did. I just want to fix it without him knowing." 

"Shit, Suzy" Tom said, shaking his head. Her impulsive personality hadn't changed.

"The loan sharks knew what the loan was for, and now want their money back. They're not nice Tom. One late payment and they said they would come after me to get it any way they could, in addition to taking our house."

"Shit," he repeated. "You're in trouble."

"Please Tom, I need your help. I wouldn't come here, I mean with what I did to you before, if I wasn't desperate. I need $94,000 to get me out of this mess. I'll do anything."

"I can't imagine there is anything you have to offer that I might be interested in."

"Please Tom. There has got to be a way we can work something out. I have nowhere else to go. Whatever arrangement we can make, I'll agree to."

"$94,000 is a lot of money," he said, generously considering options.

"Anything, Tom. Just name it."

"Everything in me tells me to walk away from this."

"Please Tom, I'm desperate here. I'll do anything."

Tom pulled out two pieces of blank paper. He quickly penned three brief sentences on the first and four sentences on the second with a hand-drawn signature line at the bottom of each page. "Here is my proposal, take it or leave it," he answered. "Tell your loan sharks to meet me here in my first floor conference room at noon tomorrow. I will pay them $94,000 in cash, with an extra $1000 for their trouble. They will hand me all documents regarding the second mortgage on your home, release you from any further liability, no questions asked."

"Really?! That sounds great," Suzy said, with her shoulders dropping in relief. Tears streamed down her face. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You will in a moment. I'm not done," Tom said. "For this to happen, before you leave today, you will sign this first page, a simple note to repay the $95,000 with 10% compounded interest over five years, to be paid monthly. The deed to the house will remain as collateral."

"How much would I owe you each month?" Suzy asked.

"Works out to just over $2000 a month."

"But, I can't afford that Tom."

"Sure you can. The second page requiring your signature is an employment contract for your new job working every weekend at my house for a generous $400 per day, plus being available for an occasional midweek need at the same rate. The employment contract locks you into my employment until the loan is paid. If you ever fail to perform or show up as expected, the full loan value of $95,000 will become immediately due and payable, as if no payments had ever been made. "

"Tom, I can't be away on weekends. That's when Mark is home, and the kids." 

"None of this is negotiable, Suzy, and I'm not done. For every day you work, $250 will be deducted from your pay toward the loan, leaving you with a generous $150 a day or $300 a weekend to take home to Mark. Payment will be cash under the table, with no record employment, also making it tax free income. Four weeks of deductions will add up to $2000 a month for your secret loan payments, and $1200 a month in cash to take home. When you add it all up, that works out to the equivalent of over $38,000 a year with $14,000 take home pay, far more than anyone else will offer you for two days a week. I think Mark will be very pleased with your initiative, especially when you share with him how excited you are for your new job." 

"What's my job?"

"That may be the best part. Your new job gives you sole responsibility for all my personal Domestic and Hospitality Services. I have some huge plans, but am just getting started dreaming about the possibilities."

"What does that mean?" Suzy asked skeptically.

"It is a fancy title that simply means you will enthusiastically satisfy every personal request I ask of you to serve me and my guests, without restriction. Keeping the job is contingent on your performance exceeding every expectation."

"But what does that include?" Suzy asked. 

"To use your word, Suzy, it includes anything. You will willingly do anything I ask, without hesitation and with excellence. The same standard will apply for your services to satisfy all the needs and requests of my guests when I entertain. If my house were Disneyland, you are the ride that puts a smile on every face, especially mine. The one difference between you and Disneyland is your willingness to become any ride someone wants you to be." 

"You want me to be your whore," Suzy said in shock.

"That's your word Suzy, not mine. You walked in here begging, saying you are willing to do anything for the money you are desperate for. Out of kindness that is against my better judgment, I am offering to help you out. The ball is in your court. It's your choice. If you don't like it, say no, and my life goes back to the bliss of you being a distant memory. You go home and explain to Mark why loan sharks are coming to your house for more than your money and house." Tom paused to let his words sink in. "Or, you can sign here to enthusiastically take on the responsibilities for my Domestic and Hospitality Services, a position I generously just created specifically for you."

Tears began to stream down Suzy's face. She knew what she had come for, and knew there would be a cost. "What do I tell Mark?"

"Tell him you went out and got a new job. Tell him you are excited about it, that you're committed to it and you start Saturday, day after tomorrow. Tell him you are in charge of Domestic and Hospitality Services for some corporate executive. Just never tell him I have anything to do with it or the deal is off.

Suzy felt a tornado of emotions whirl within her, from relief to fear to bewilderment. 

"We have one minute until our appointment is over and my generous offer evaporates. The choice is yours Suzy. There will be no going back on whatever you decide. You walk out that door and I will never extend this offer again or agree to another appointment. If you sign the papers, then every weekend you belong to me with no restrictions. You willingly agree to absolutely anything."

Suzy's exposed cleavage glistened with nervous perspiration. She came to see Tom because she had no other options. She thought she would be willing to do anything to get out of this mess, but didn't realize that's what would be required. 




Sweet Justice



"Time's up," Tom said matter-of-factly. 

Suzy jumped toward the desk, grabbed the pen and hurriedly scribbled her signatures on the lines at the bottom of both pages. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," she said, feeling sober relief. 

"I'll have a representative ready to meet your loan sharks tomorrow at noon," Tom said calmly.

"Thank you Tom," she said. The relief of debt clouded any understanding of what she had just committed herself to. 

"See you at 6:00 am, Saturday morning, day after tomorrow," he answered. Cate will give you the address and directions. Your uniform will be waiting for you when you arrive."

"Uniform?" she asked.

"It's not much, but it will look stunning on you."

Tom had just succeeded in the first step to secure rightful justice. Now, by Suzy agreeing to this proposal, Tom would be secretly fucking Suzy every weekend behind Mark's back. 

Chapter Two

Suzy's eyes were wide open, as she lay on her back in bed. Mark slept restlessly next to her. The red numbers on her small alarm clock read 2:58 a.m. The evening before had not gone well. Suzy waited until Mark got home after work Friday to tell him she was starting a new job in the morning to help make ends meet. He appreciated her initiative, but couldn't imagine what possessed her to spontaneously sign a five-year contract committing her to the entirety of every weekend plus an occasional mid-week obligation. Mark couldn't know it wasn't "what" had possessed her, but "who" now possessed her. The discussion escalated from an argument and then to one of the biggest unresolved fights of their marriage. Mark went to bed angry, Suzy in tears of quandary. Suzy wondered if she would be able to keep both Mark and her secret. 

The full moon shone through the window, painting the bedroom with a dim blue hue. She felt the enormous relief of her loan-shark debt being paid just 15 hours before. Her relief was mixed with turmoil from the conflict with Mark and starting her new job in just three hours. She was even more anxious for whatever Tom may have meant by expecting her enthusiastic willingness to do anything he asked. His sexual innuendo was too obvious to deny. 

Suzy also couldn't deny the butterflies she felt having Tom in her life again. They used to have something magical, but now everything was different. The debt she owed him was more than financial. She owed him for what she did to him years ago, and now owed him again for what he did for her just hours before. She realized that if Tom did have sexual intentions, she had never experienced his large ten-inch dick inside her before. She wondered if that was about to change. She felt her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten at the thought. The butterflies in her stomach grew with arousal. 

Suzy's body began to tingle with imagination as she lay there. She slowly slid both hands under the sheets while raising her ass slightly to push her already-moist panties down her legs, careful not to wake Mark from his agitated sleep next to her. Once the panties passed her knees, she gently jostled her legs to coax the thin fabric to fall toward her ankles until she could easily kick them off to the bottom of the bed. Suzy's hands moved purposely back up her body, the first stopping at her tingling pussy, while the other continued up across her abs and breast to take hold of her tender erect nipple between the tips of her fingers. Suzy moaned as the simultaneous massage began. 

Suzy's imagination transported her back to the carefree sex-filled days of college, flooding her senses with vivid memories of the sights, sounds, feel and taste of her sexual exploits. It had been a long time since she had gone down this road in her mind, but it almost felt like it was only yesterday. Memories cascaded through her mind of all the sexual games she and Tom made up, turning any ordinary experience like a football game, a shopping run or especially times of cooking in the kitchen into opportunities of sexual consequence. She remembered long weekends camping together that were more about exploring each other than nature outside the tent. Memories of erotic experiences with no inhibitions tumbled through her mind and body, soaking her pussy. Suzy's fingers instinctively increased their pace, sliding easily between her drenched pussy lips, dancing on the engorged button of her throbbing clit. Quiet moans escaped her throat. Her body tingled with growing pleasure. 

Suzy's erotic college flashbacks naturally included memories of secret wild sex with Mark behind Tom's back. The sex with Mark had started completely innocently. It was spontaneous and impulsive. Suzy dropped by their house one Friday afternoon to decorate it for an erotic game she dreamed up to play with Tom that weekend. Suzy was excited and felt even more horny than usual. With Tom in class on Friday afternoons and Mark having plans to be out of town for the weekend, Suzy took the opportunity to sneak into their quiet empty house to prepare it for her game. 

She planned their sensual fun to involve moving from one room to the next, using almost every room in their small house, each room promising a more intense sexual experience. Suzy grew more aroused from anticipation as she quietly prepared the first two rooms, the living room and family room, for their erotic amusement. At first she tried to shake off the distraction of her arousal spurred on by her anticipation of the game, but she soon gave in to it, allowing brief moments of self-caressing through her clothing. Erotic excitement built as she imagined the weekend ahead. She moved to decorate the kitchen and ached for more touch. Rather than fighting her sexual urges, Suzy decided to have some of her own fun while preparing the house, repeatedly bringing herself to the brink of orgasm each time she completed a room. Being alone in the house, she decided to remove her bra and panties to allow unhindered access for her fun. She was careful to stop short of an orgasm, saving her juices for the weekend ahead. She moved from the kitchen to prepare the small dining room, then laid on the table until she was dizzy from her own skillful touch. Her tanned body glistened from perspiration. Her nipples pushed through her thin tank top; her pussy drenched her skirt. It was here she had the idea to one day serve Tom dinner on this table from her naked body. Inspired by the thought, she pulled off her damp tank top and skirt to finish her preparations throughout the house completely naked. It just seemed right.

Suzy made her way upstairs to prepare Tom's bedroom, the final and ultimate destination of her erotic game. Tom paid a little extra each month to have the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Everything in her buzzed with excitement as she topped the stairs. She wished Tom would hurry home from class to begin her game; her naked body was desperate for release. She couldn't remember when she felt more hot and horny. As she walked down the hall to decorate Tom's bedroom, she passed Mark's room. The door was open and she glanced in. She and Mark both screamed in surprise, being caught by the other. Mark caught Suzy naked and alone in the hallway; Suzy caught Mark standing in the middle of his bedroom, masturbating while watching porn on the large flat screen television on his wall. He had not yet left for his weekend trip. In a matter of a few awkward seconds, their initial shock gave way to wordless embarrassment. Their embarrassment morphed to smiles of mutual physical admiration and opportunity. In the blink of an eye, all of it gave way to a spontaneous reaction they had each unknowingly prepared their own bodies for in the minutes before the surprise encounter. Arousal, attraction, opportunity and impulse all converged into a steamy passionate encounter, seemingly out of their control.

Suzy accepted the small glancing invitation by Mark to enter his room to finish what he had begun. None of the bodies on the large screen compared to the perfection of Suzy's exquisite physique. Suzy's body still tingled from her own attention, and now in new anticipation with the sexual energy in the room. Mark was a muscular six foot two with brown hair and steely hazel eyes. Suzy pulled Mark's grey shirt over his head, exposing his six-pack abs and strong biceps. He looked deep into her eyes, communicating what they both knew and wanted before locking into a passionate kiss. Suzy's hands admired his abs as they descended down into his pants, pushing everything to the floor until he was as naked as she. Without a word, Suzy lowered herself to take Mark's eight-inch hard cock into her mouth. Suzy savored the sweetness of the pre-cum already lubricating his large purple head. Mark moaned as his dick disappeared into the warm moist massaging care of her lips, tongue and throat. Suzy slowly ascended his shaft before rapidly taking him in again, repeating as she turned her head with each descent. Mark had never experienced such skill, and couldn't help thinking how lucky Tom was. The sex was passionate, hot and rough in a way that purely physical sex allows. There were no complexities of managing an emotional romantic relationship that would get in the way or cause either to hold back from their primal lust. This was raw forbidden sex, two people using each other for pure erotic recreation. Nothing more, nothing less. The forbidden nature of it, behind Tom's back, added to the sexual intensity. Their spontaneous rendezvous moved to consummation as Suzy lay on her back on Mark's bed. His tongue had been working its magic on her primed pussy. 

"Fuck me Mark," she said, breaking the verbal silence.

Mark raised his face from her juicy pussy, his lips covered with her juices. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing Tom's limitations with her in their sex life.

"Do I look sure?" she asked. "Fuck me like a man."

Nothing else seemed to matter in that moment. It was as if no one else existed than the two of them in the heat of passion. For the first of many times that would follow, Mark plowed his dick deep into Suzy. 

"yes, Yes, YES!" Suzy screamed in delight as her muscles gripped the breath of his shaft drilling deeply into her. Suzy's fingers dug into Mark's back, begging for the pounding affection. "Oh Yes, Oh Yes, Oh Yes!" Suzy screamed, drowning out the sound of the porn continuing to play on large screen covering the wall in front of them. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her pussy gushed like an uncapped geyser siphoned for release. Her body quaked. The room spun. 

Cold chills covered Mark's muscular body as he continued to drill into her gorgeous soaked pussy. He leaned forward to take one of her large black erect nipples between his teeth, gently rising up, pulling her tit with him. "Oh yes!" she cried in response to the erotic pleasure and pain. He grasped the other tit with his hand, as the muscles throughout his entire body began to contract from the impending orgasm.

"Harder," Suzy insisted from his assault of his dick, teeth and hands. "Fuck me harder," she begged.

"Oh Gawd!" Mark yelled, releasing her aching nipple from between his teeth. Mark stood and arched his back as the first load of thick white cream unloaded into her thirsty love box. 

"Fuck me," Suzy yelled. "Fuck yes!" 

Mark continued to pound his dick into her insatiable pussy, filling her as the overflowing mixed juices poured out onto the bed.

"Oh gawd, don't stop," she begged. "You're going to take me again!" Suzy's head began to turn from side to side and her hips bucked uncontrollably as another tsunami wave of bliss washed over her. 

Mark and Suzy finally collapsed in exhaustion from their spontaneous romp. After they caught their breath, they basked the pure unbridled pleasure of the moment but also struggled with the inner-conflict of their betrayal of Tom. It was a struggle they felt over the months that followed after every impulsive forbidden romp. With each spontaneous stolen fuck, they made another promise to never let it happen again. It was a promise they could never keep. 

Suzy snapped out of her erotic trip down memory lane and back to the reality of her husband Mark's restless movement next to her in bed. Her body tingled from her fingers' continued loving caress while reminiscing those early days. Suzy looked at the clock: 3:15. She looked over at Mark, feeling badly for his agitated sleep. She had a little over an hour before her alarm would go off and she would get up to begin her new job to pay off her debt. She pulled her lingerie top over her head and dropped it off the side of the bed. She was as naked and beautiful as the day she surprised Mark in the hallway in college. She pressed her bare body against his, reaching her hand down into his boxers, to take hold of his dick. Mark's cock involuntarily responded to her touch, growing in her hand. She sat up and pulled his boxers down his muscular legs, which began to bring him out of his deep slumber. Suzy straddled his legs and took his familiar semi-soft dick into her mouth.

"What are you doing?" he said as his arousal began to wake him up more.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she said before closing her mouth around him again, allowing it to grow to full stature in her mouth.

"What time is it?" he asked, still in a sleepy fog.

"3:15," she whispered before recapturing his dick in her warm moist mouth.

Mark smiled and moaned in delight, still groggy and half-asleep. It had been a while since Suzy had taken the initiative to seduce him. The blue light of the moon highlighted the beautiful silhouette of her exquisite body on top of him. 

Suzy slid her body forward to lie on top of his, positioning her mouth next to his ear. Her pussy was drenched from her fantasy trip down memory lane. She slid her body down until she felt his firm member pressing against the soft cheeks of her fit ass. She crushed her large tits against his ripped chest. "I have an hour before the alarm goes off for my new job," Suzy whispered into his ear. "I want to use it to put a smile on your face before I leave. Maybe we can make this our little weekly tradition." 

Mark jolted awake. Her words reminded him of her announcement the evening before, and the ensuing mêlée. Resentment and frustration returned with force. As beautiful as Suzy was in the light of the moon, he could only feel disappointment. As much as he didn't want it to, his arousal dissipated like water off a hot skillet.

"Damn it," he said. "That's right." An awkward pause filled the room with renewed tension. "Really?" Mark asked. "After last night? 

"That was last night, Mark. This is now," she tried, hoping for some peace.

"I don't want to fight, Suzy, but I'm not ready to make love either," Mark confessed. "I'm so pissed." It was just too soon.

"Fine," she said, dejected. She rolled off of him disappointed, and lay on the bed facing away from him. It was rare for Mark to ever resist her advances, let alone completely reject her seduction. She was emotionally and sexually frustrated. The tension was palpable. She watched the numbers of the small alarm clock slowly advance toward the sounding of the alarm, and payback time. If Mark only knew.

Chapter Three

The doorbell buzzed at the back entrance of the sprawling colonial mansion, announcing the arrival of the newest member of the servant staff promptly at 6:00 am. The large brick home was positioned at the end of a long circuitous tree-lined driveway in the center of the 40-acre estate, a mile in any direction from the nearest road or adjoining property. Meticulously manicured lawns surrounded the main house, with elaborate gardens and a small lake decorating the property's perimeter. Mr. Newhouse liked his seclusion.

Suzy couldn't remember ever feeling more nervous as she stood in the cool morning air waiting for the back door to open. Even though Tom mentioned a uniform, she decided to dress professionally, wearing a blue sheath dress with matching 3-inch high heels. She remembered from her college days that Tom preferred bare tanned legs to hose. 

Tom shared no specifics of what her duties would be; she had no idea what to expect. The only two requirements of her job were to willingly do anything asked of her and to do so in a way that exceeded every expectation. Every day that she satisfied these two requirements, a fraction of her debt would be paid; the moment she did not, the entire initial balance would be due and payable. Mark's anger and frustration about her new weekend job was nothing compared to what it would be with the news of a $95,000 second mortgage being called in, forcing them to lose everything.

Suzy felt both unease and relief when the tall back door opened. 

"Suzy, I presume," a young tall man in a black tuxedo said as he put his white-gloved hand out to shake for the introduction.

"Um, yes," she said. "I'm Suzy."

"Mr. Newhouse told us to expect you. You're right on time. He will like that," he complemented as he admired her stunning natural beauty. "Please come in."

Suzy stepped into the marbled floor entryway of the back servant's entrance. "My name is Benjamin, Mr. Newhouse's butler. I run the affairs of the house and manage the staff to ensure Mr. Newhouse's every need is taken care of."

Suzy appreciated Benjamin's professionalism and the fact he was easy on the eyes. If Benjamin was someone she had to work with, at least he appeared courteous, handsome and competent. He looked to be around 30 with sandy blond hair, brown eyes and a muscular six foot five. He seemed confident and capable in a down-to-earth way.

"The women's servant's dressing room is right here," he said, directing Suzy into the first room to the right, immediately adjacent to the small entry. You will be sharing it with Annette, Mr. Newhouse's maid. The only reason to be in here during your shift will be to change in and out of your uniform. Street clothes are never allowed in the main house. Three sets of your uniform have been prepared. Mr. Newhouse is a stickler for our appearance always being formal, clean and sharp. If you find your uniform becomes soiled for some reason, change into a new one and give the other to Annette to be laundered."

Suzy silently struggled with the idea she was to start in the servants' room with the maid, and that she had to wear a uniform. The formal appearance of Benjamin's tuxedo however gave her hope for classy attire.

"I'll wait for you to change, and then give you a tour of the house before we gather at 7:00 in the parlor for staff introductions."

Suzy stepped into the servants' room and heard Benjamin close the door behind her to allow for privacy as she changed into her uniform. Suzy saw four small wooden closet doors next to each other, two with nameplates. One closet had Annette's name on the door with the word "Maid" beneath; the second had Suzy's name with her distinguished title: Domestic and Hospitality Services. She opened the door to find three uniforms hanging on separate hangers, with a small mirror on the inside of the door. She pulled the first hanger out, lifted it up to look at the uniform, and thought there must be a mistake. She reached in to look at the other two hangers and discovered duplicate outfits. The only items on the three identically prepared hangers were a transparent black strapless underwire shelf bra with white accents, a matching lacy black thong and garter belt, black fishnet stockings, a black satin collar with a petite white bowtie and the final touch of white gloves. Three pairs of shiny black four-inch high heels were lined up on the bottom of the closet. She quickly checked the other two untitled closets, but they were empty.

Suzy returned the three hangers to the closet before opening the door to let Benjamin know there seemed to be a mistake. "Where would I find the rest of my uniform?" she asked.




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Benjamin tried not to smile at her question. "Yes ma'am," he answered politely. "Mr. Newhouse said you might wonder if there was something more. I assure you however, three complete sets of your uniform are there for you in your closet."

"That can't be," Suzy protested. 

"Mr. Newhouse did say that if they are not to your liking," Benjamin paused, giving Suzy a brief moment of hope, "then you can choose to not wear them. However, you will be required to wear the high heels."

"Oh good," Suzy said in relief, still mentally adjusting to everyone referring to Tom as Mr. Newhouse. "I'll just keep on what I have, and switch into the high heels," she said as she ran her hands down the length of her dress.

"I'm sorry," Benjamin interrupted. "I'm afraid that is not an option. Mr. Newhouse said it is your choice to either wear the uniform or to not wear the uniform. Wearing something else will not be allowed."

Suzy's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You mean to wear this or to walk around without any clothes, which is basically the same thing?"

"Yes ma'am, that's what Mr. Newhouse means, but wearing the high heels of course."

"Of course," Suzy answered sarcastically. She couldn't believe these were her only two options. "You're kidding me," she asked, reading his face for her answer.

"No ma'am," he confirmed. "And you will need to decide and get changed quickly. Time is getting away from us. We will need to finish the tour before the 7:00 staff meeting for introductions. Tardiness is grounds for immediate dismissal." 

Tears began to trickle down Suzy's cheeks as Benjamin closed the door again. Her choices were clear: to quit, to take all of her clothes off, or to wear the skimpy uniform, complete with bowtie. All three options left her fully exposed. If she quit, she would be exposed to lose everything. Even worse, she knew that if Mark ever found out about her loan and promise to spend every weekend with Tom, she would lose Mark too. She realized her only choice was what to wear, or in truth, to wear anything at all. She unzipped the back of her dress, pulled it over her head and reached for one of the scantily clad hangers.

A few minutes later, Suzy sheepishly emerged from the women's dressing room, shy for who would see her in her tuxedo-like lingerie. The cool air of the entry room chilled her barely-covered body, causing her nipples to react involuntarily, pushing through the top of her transparent bra. Her new uniform left very little to the imagination, and created a response from Benjamin that Mr. Newhouse hoped would happen for all his male (and possibly female) guests when they saw her. Suzy saw the immediate movement of Benjamin's eyes, smile and loins as she stepped out of the dressing room toward him.

"Wow," Benjamin said, breaking his professionalism. He was going to like working with this new member of the staff and had hopes for a close relationship.

Suzy blushed, unsuccessful in her attempt to stand gracefully while trying to cover exposed body with her hands. The skimpy outfit was tight enough to feel like a second layer of skin. The shiny black pumps raised her small fit round ass, showing it off like an exquisite painting framed in the black lace of her thong.

"I'm sorry," Benjamin said, "I forgot to mention that no jewelry is allowed while you are working except for anything Mr. Newhouse provides. You can leave your jewelry in your closet. It will be secure."

Suzy reached up to take her earring studs out, giving a look of concession. She left everything else of hers in the closet, including her dignity; she might as well leave her jewelry in there too.

"Your wedding ring too," he said. 

Suzy looked shocked at the suggestion. "You're not serious."

"Mr. Newhouse was very clear. Especially for the duties you will have, your wedding ring must never be seen on this property."

Suzy soberly turned and walked back into the women's dressing room, allowing the door to close behind her. She slowly removed her wedding ring from her finger and buried it deep into her small purse hanging on a hook in her personalized closet. As she closed the closet door she realized at a new level that every weekend, she now belonged to Tom.

With only a half an hour left, Benjamin was forced to give Suzy a quick tour of the sprawling mansion, showing shortcuts and offering helpful advice she would need to carry out her duties. The extravagance throughout the mansion was overstated. Thick plush carpets led to highly polished hardwood floors. Artwork and statues worthy of small museums decorated the three floors. All three levels had hidden servant areas and staircases the staff used to provide excellent service with minimal intrusion. The first floor was built for luxurious living and socializing, including a parlor, a vast living room with a large stone fireplace, an elegant dining room, a library, a game room, a ballroom and entrances to the endless gardens. The second floor was comprised of multiple elegant guest bedrooms. The top floor was dedicated to Mr. Newhouse's personal quarters. The Master quarters included elite amenities complete with a large private suite, theater, kitchen, Jacuzzi, and an elevator to a private indoor pool. Entry to the third floor was only allowed by invitation from Mr. Newhouse, something Benjamin felt confident Suzy would receive frequently. Suzy would need to wait to see the Master's quarters. It reminded Suzy that Tom always loved having the best bedroom in the house, and how much his Master bedroom had evolved from their days in college.

"What is Tom like to work for?" Suzy asked.

"He is to be called Mr. Newhouse," Benjamin quickly answered. "Never Tom. I don't care how you have known him in the past, when you are here, he is Mr. Newhouse."

"Is he always this tight and controlling?" Suzy asked.

"Always. I prefer to think of it as him being in charge." Benjamin looked both ways before adding with softened voice, "Legend has it that he was burned several years by some people he trusted closely, and vowed to never let that happen again. I don't know any details."

Suzy knew more in that moment than Benjamin would ever know about the details. 

"That's one reason he demands perfection and high standards," Benjamin continued with his normal volume. "Staff members are to exceed every expectation in everything they do. No exceptions."

"How do you do that?" she asked sincerely, unsure about what her job would include, let alone what the expectations would be.

"You exceed every expectation by responding to every request as if it were your idea. You do it in a way that convinces them you are glad they asked you to do it. You treat it as if there is nothing you would rather do, and nothing would make you happier."

"Seriously, how do you do that?" she asked.

"Before you can convince them, you have to convince yourself. They will read it a mile away if there is any hesitation. I imagine Mr. Newhouse is paying you dearly to be here. Every request becomes an opportunity to respond with enthusiastic gratitude for his generosity. If you are really good, and you want to keep your job, you become so convincing that you convince yourself."

Suzy felt self-conscious in her skimpy attire. She couldn't imagine how she would be able to convince herself or anyone else that she was glad to be there dressed like this, let alone to wait on them. 

"You can start with your uniform," he recommended. "If you show one ounce of hesitation wearing it, you won't last the morning. He won't have it. You can walk around mousy like you are, or wear it proudly like a debutant at a ball. You are either all in for this, or you aren't. I might add, you have every reason to walk confidently with the way you look," he complimented. 

Suzy blushed at his compliment, but struggled with how exposed she felt in front of complete strangers. If she were alone with Mark in their bedroom, on a different night than last night, she would own the room in this outfit. It was very different in a mansion of complete strangers. 

"You are here with a job to do," Benjamin added. "You have a beauty and body that men and women can't help but admire. So step up. Enjoy it. If you do, you'll convince them and maybe even yourself."

Suzy straightened her posture with a facade of confidence. She glanced in a hallway mirror as they walked toward the parlor. She knew she looked sexy. Her long blond hair danced off her shoulders, and around her bowtie. The transparent bra and lacy thong showed off the benefits of her daily workouts. Her slender voluptuous body had everything it needed to boldly flaunt itself; held back only by her insecurities from the unusual predicament.

"Time for staff introductions in the parlor," Benjamin said as the turned to enter the elegantly decorated sitting room promptly at 7:00. 

Tom was sitting in a large winged back chair, drinking a cup of coffee and savoring a fresh warm croissant. The parlor was decorated with colonial wallpaper, thick light blue carpet and a renaissance painting of a meadow prominently displayed above the fireplace mantle. It was a warm comfortable room.

"Well," Tom said with a smile as he watched Suzy walk in, dressed for her first day of work. "Welcome. I see your uniform fits perfectly. It looks even better than I had imagined," Tom complemented.

"Good morning," Suzy nodded with a smile, remembering Benjamin's words of coaching. She could only imagine how Tom had imagined what she would look like in the sultry uniform he selected for her. Two men and a woman stood comfortably across the room, each dressed for their role on staff. Suzy tried her best to hide her growing self-consciousness, feeling exposed in a room with three new strangers. 

"Let me introduce you to your new colleagues. They do their jobs with excellence, as I'm sure you will. You have already met Benjamin, the best butler in the city."

"Thank you sir," Benjamin answered genuinely. 

"Meet Chef Francois," Tom began, "a master in the kitchen."

"Merci," Francois answered with a small bow. Chef Francois stood on the left of the small line of staff, wearing a white chef coat, black pants and a French cooking hat. He was six feet tall with a normal healthy build, brown hair and eyes. He was obviously a man with artistic flair, no doubt expressed in his cooking. Tom had imported the 35-year old chef from one of the finest culinary schools in Paris. 

"Next to Francois is Annette, my maid," Tom continued. Suzy visually assessed Annette, as Annette appraised Suzy's beauty. The 22 year-old maid had a slender five foot seven body with petite perky tits and long legs with a tiny ass. The highlights of her body were shown off with a simple maid uniform of a short white blouse with half-length puffy sleeves, and a black mini-skirt with a small white waist apron. She had long brunette hair and translucent blue eyes. She was beautiful.

Ricardo the chauffer stood on the other side of Annette. The 25-year old muscular driving enthusiast from Latin America had black hair and deep dark eyes set off by the white of his broad smile and button-up shirt worn with a red garter for flair. Ricardo's biceps challenged his tight shirtsleeves, rolled up mid-way up his forearm. Ricardo's bright smile was in full display when he saw Suzy walk through the door with Benjamin. Ricardo was a man of passion, celebrated in everything he did.

"Everyone, this is Suzy," Tom continued. "As of today, she will personally ensure the highest level of satisfaction for all domestic and hospitality services for me and my guests every weekend." 

The announcement of her title sounded important to the staff, but also unclear about what it meant. "If I may ask Sir, what will her duties include so we may know how to support her?" Ricardo asked. Suzy wondered herself.

"Of course," Tom responded. "You are all dressed in uniforms that make it clear what your duties are, correct?" The staff all nodded, dressed obviously as a butler, chef, maid and chauffer respectively. "So I ask, if you saw Suzy walking toward you to provide a service, what would you imagine or even hope her role might be?

An energized tension filled the room, especially for Suzy. Suzy was stunned at Tom's question, and what it implied. She was the sexiest person in the room, and dressed to show it off. 

"Please, don't be shy about your answers," Tom encouraged.

Ricardo's face lit up with his broad Latin smile. Testosterone raced through his body, as it did when the vision of Suzy first walked into the room moments before. "I know what I would think or hope for," he blurted in his thick accent.

"Please speak freely," Tom encouraged again. "What would be your greatest hope when you saw Suzy walking toward you dressed as she is?" Suspense filled the room.

"I'd want to fuck her brains out," Ricardo blurted. "I don't remember when I've seen someone more beautiful and fuckable," he added as a complement. "No offense," he said turning to Suzy and then to Annette.

Suzy blushed, but stood stunned and speechless. She felt more exposed than ever.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Tom said with laughter that broke some of the tension. All the staff, especially Suzy, were surprised at the bold description of her job. "It isn't just that people may want to fuck her brains out, as you say, but she is here to do the same for them. And, like the rest of you with your jobs, she will do it with excellence and satisfaction. Of course, like the rest of you, there may be other duties as assigned."

All eyes turned to Suzy. Their minds took them to imaginative places for how she might be asked to carry out her role. Cold chills covered Suzy's body at the public announcement of her job description. Annette felt some relief. While her primary duties were as the maid, the "other duties as assigned" clause in her employment agreement had included occasional personal services to Tom. 

"Damn that's hot," Ricardo blurted out. 

"Any other questions before you all get to work?" Tom asked.

Suzy's mind swirled with so many questions, but none that she could find the words to articulate.

"Wonderful," he said. "We have a splendid tradition to welcome new staff here, so we can all personally experience the expertise of new colleagues." A knowing look of stunned disbelief came over the veteran staff, followed by smiles. "Our humble staff began with Benjamin and then Annette. Our tradition began two years ago when Francois joined the team. We thought it would be fun for the staff to personally experience his cooking to appreciate what he had to offer for my guests and me. He prepared a feast fit for a king."

"One of the best meals I have ever had," Benjamin added. Annette nodded in agreement.

"Then Ricardo joined the staff six months later as my new driver. Because of Francois' famous meal, we thought it would be fun to continue the new tradition by having Ricardo take us for a drive to experience what he is able to do behind the wheel of a car."

"I just about shit my pants that day," Francois said, adding, "please excuse my French." Ricardo smiled at the complement.

"That was quite a ride," Benjamin added.

"And so now, we welcome Suzy." The air immediately got thick again from the implied invitation. "What better way to get to know Suzy and her skills than for each of us to experience them personally."

"No, wait," Suzy blurted as she glanced around the room at her new colleagues. She couldn't believe what Tom was about to ask her to do. "I...," her voice faded.

"What Suzy means to say," Benjamin interrupted, "is she hopes no one holds back because we are just meeting her. She was just sharing with me in the hallway how committed she is to meeting the standard of excellence in all she does."

Suzy's head spun. She knew Benjamin was just trying to help her keep her job. The only thing that would do that, however, would be her job performance.

"Just like the Francois' feast and Ricardo's drive, participation is optional but strongly encouraged," Tom said. "Ricardo, you in?"

Suzy couldn't have felt more awkward. She desperately hoped her new colleagues would give her a break and pass on this opportunity.

Ricardo looked lustfully at Suzy, mentally undressing her luscious body of the few clothes she had on. "Only taking a Lamborghini Veneno on a spin down the German autobahn would be a better invitation. Even that would be close. Since I see no Lamborghinis, then I won't pass up the opportunity to take her for a spin," he said with passion in his thick Latin accent. He instantly began to unbutton his starched white shirt.

Butterflies filled Suzy's stomach; she felt faint from disbelief.

"Francois?" Tom asked. "Will you be joining Ricardo to enjoy the delicacies Suzy has to offer?"

Francois watched as Ricardo finished unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it way in preparation to enjoy the invitation at hand. Francois had enjoyed many orgies in Paris culinary circles. He understood the deep primal relationship throughout history between great food and great sex. "Wee," he said. "How can I not with such beauty," he said raising his hand with his fingertips all together to make his point. He began to unbutton his chef's coat.

"And Annette?" he asked. "How about you?"

Suzy's eyes got big as she whipped her head around in surprise. "Um, I don't..." 

"Sure you do," Tom said. "I remember the Halloween party in college with your sorority friend. What was her name?"

"Candice," Suzy answered, suddenly embarrassed by the admission. "But we were drunk," she said in a weak attempt of dissuasion. "That was a long time ago." 

"And Candace always said you were the best she had," Tom reminisced. "And as I recall, Candace got around." Tom looked to Annette. "If Suzy was the best Candace experienced, and she was drunk, imagine what she could do for you fully sober," Tom reasoned. 

Annette was genuinely curious, especially with Suzy's reputation now exposed. Annette had some recreational experiences in college with her own female friends. Even though she preferred the feel of a man inside of her, she had experienced how women know what makes other woman feel good in ways a man can never understand. With her work schedule, it had also been several weeks since she had sex. If Ricardo and Francois were going to have sex with Suzy, she might as well not miss out. "If she is as good as you say she is," Annette answered.

"Your complete satisfaction is her greatest desire," Tom said.

Benjamin began taking his coat off as a non-verbal answer to Tom's imminent invitation. He had been lusting after Suzy ever since the moment she arrived, and especially since she emerged from the servant's dressing quarters in her new uniform. He wouldn't pass the only opportunity he might have to experience what Suzy was there to offer.

"Very well then," Tom said with a broad smile. He enjoyed watching Suzy squirm at the predicament. "It looks like our introductions, orientation, audition and initiation are all being rolled into one glorious morning together. Let the fun begin! I want to make sure we remember this moment as deliciously as Francois' meal and adventurously as Ricardo's drive."

Suzy realized she had a decision to make, not just for what was about to happen, but also for her employment. Benjamin's coaching reverberated in her mind as she felt the bodies of her four colleagues begin to press in toward her, their eight hands helping themselves to caressing the smooth soft skin of her entire body. She felt the back of her bra suddenly unsnap, causing it to launch off in front of her. It was game time. Either they were about to fuck her brains out, as Ricardo put it, or she would take on her new role and fuck them for all they were worth. 

Suzy reached up to take Ricardo's head in her hands, running her fingers through his hair while pulling his lips to hers. His muscular bare chest pressed against her ample naked breasts. She moved her hands down the hard ripples of his abs and took hold of his belt buckle, quickly dismantling it before lowering his black slacks until they fell in a clump around his ankles. She gently bit his lip before stepping to her left to do the same for Francois, then Benjamin, before planting her thick lips on Annette's while relieving her of her clothes. As she moved around the inner-circle to systematically disrobe her new colleagues, she felt the garter belt clips released from her own fishnet stockings before her tiny thong made its descent down her long legs to the floor. Cool air and warm hands immediately caressed her ass.




Sweet Justice



Suzy dropped to her knees in the middle of the tight circle of flesh. Three long shafts pressed in on her like spokes connecting to a hub. She hungrily took Ricardo's eight-inch manhood into her mouth while grasping the other two with each hand. Her head and arms moved rhythmically together, as if choreographed to seduce the three men simultaneously. Her skills were rewarded with the harmonizing trio of men's moans. Annette reached down to caress Suzy's tits, while working her nipples between her fingers.

As Suzy felt Ricardo coming close to orgasm, she pulled off, turned to her right, and aimed her tongue toward Annette's pussy while taking Ricardo and Benjamin's dicks in her hands. Annette let out a gentle scream of delight as Suzy's tongue commandeered her pussy. Annette's petite tits pointed forward as her dark nipples tightened in response. Her body's immediate response to Suzy's skillful touch made her realize how long it had been and how desperate her body was for release. "Oh yes, oh yes," Annette whispered. Ricardo joined in, his body melting from the attention.

Suzy seamlessly transitioned again to the right, letting her fingers pick up with Annette's pussy where her mouth left off, taking hold of Benjamin's dick in her mouth and in her other hand, Francois' member aching for her touch. "Oh gawd, don't stop, don't stop," Annette begged. 

Ricardo joined in, "Son of a bitch! I was going to cum!"

"Not yet you're not," Suzy said as she briefly pulled off of Benjamin. "No one is done here until I'm done with you." She dove forward again to consume the length of Benjamin's dick. Benjamin was in agony of pleasure, feeling as if Suzy was drawing cum from every extremity of his body. Ricardo was desperate for relief and her touch. His dick throbbed, begging for release. Suzy skillfully continued until she felt Annette, Benjamin and Francois all close to cumming, before turning again. She dove forward to consume Francois' member; he was ready to experience what the others had of her unrivaled oral affection. She took Ricardo's and Benjamin's dicks in her hands, pumping them with vigor. Suzy continued around the inner-circle, skillfully tormenting all four colleagues, keeping them at a desperate point of release. Like a Chinese acrobat, she kept the four plates of orgasms spinning, moving from one to the other, holding them suspended in blissful pleasure. She had all four where she wanted, determined to bring them to one simultaneous volcanic eruption.

Ricardo's passion escalated and wanted to take control. "I'm ready to fuck this girl," he said. 

"Me too," Francois said.

"We can't all fuck her at the same time," Benjamin said, eager for his turn.

"The hell we can't," Ricardo said. "I'm fucking her ass. Benjamin, you fuck her pussy, Francois gets her tits and Annette gets fucked by her tongue."

Suzy couldn't believe what she was hearing; the others were impressed with Ricardo's quick ingenuity. They all wondered if his creativity came from experience or from fast driving reflexes. Maybe both.

Ricardo wasted no time to lie on his back on the floor in the middle of the circle. He instructed Suzy to lie on top of him, facing up, with her back against his chest. He ran his fingers across her drenched pussy to gather lubrication from her own juices, before pushing one, then two fingers deep into her ass as preparation. Suzy screamed from the pain and pressure. 

"Shit!" she said. 

"You like that?" Ricardo asked in his thick Latin accent. 

"Shit!," she repeated, conceding to his determination. Ricardo ran his fingers again across her pussy and returned them to her ass as final preparation before firmly taking each of her ass cheeks in his hands. He slowly slid her body down, guiding the opening of her ass toward his waiting firm dick for penetration. He had never seen an ass more beautiful for fucking, and wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"Son of a bitch!" she yelled as the head of his thick bulby penis penetrated her tight hole and pushed deep within her. Her body naturally leaned forward as a reflex, almost sitting up. 

Ricardo pulled her shoulders back on top of him, forcing her to lie on her back as his penis continued its journey into her bowels. "Let's go," Ricardo said to the others. "This girl is begging to be fucked."

Benjamin knelt down between their legs, and began to rub the glowing button of her clitoris before plunging his dick deep into her soaked pussy. Suzy's entire abdomen felt packed with meat, as the two dicks began to simultaneously pump her ass and pussy. Her body ached. Francois immediate straddled her chest and placed his pulsating dick between her large breasts. He pushed her tits together, causing his member to disappear in her soft flesh. Keeping with the motion of the other two men, Francois began to fuck her large melons, well aware it would not be long until they would be covered in his warm cream. 

Annette wasted no time to join the men's assault on this newest member of the staff by lowering her already wet pussy toward Suzy's mouth. "Finish me," she said. "Drink every drop." Suzy immediately obeyed, using her mouth and tongue to masterfully massage Annette's pussy lips and love box while the men ravaged the rest of her body. "Oh fuck yes," Annette complemented as she dropped her head back in delight. "Oh yes, yes!"

Tom watched in amazement as four people worked together to pillage Suzy's body. "That's how a staff work together to get something, or someone done," he thought to himself. Even he hadn't imagined Suzy taking four on at once. His own dick stood rock hard at attention, watching the staff fuck-fest. He looked forward to his turn, having her all to himself in his own quarters when his staff was finished with her.

"Oh fuck!" Ricardo yelled. It was impossible for his thick dick to last long under the crushing pressure of the tiny anal canal before erupting into her, especially after her oral and hand assault minutes before.

Ricardo's announcement of his immanent orgasm pushed the other three past the point of no return. "Oh yes!" Annette screamed as her love box gushed, showering Suzy's mouth and face with her sweet nectar. Suzy's tongue and lips responded energetically to the taste of Annette's honey. Annette dropped her head back, with moans of ecstasy, "Yes, Yes, YES!"

Suzy felt her own body beginning to surrender to the multiple penetrations. Her head swirled. It had been a long time since Suzy had experienced anal sex, and the first time to be taken by four people simultaneously. Nerves covering her body buzzed with sensory overload. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," she whispered as Annette's cum blanketed her tongue and taste buds. Suzy gasped for air. Her own orgasm began to sweep over her. Cold chills covered her body.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Annette begged. 

"Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" Ricardo yelled as his thick cream unloaded into the deep crevices of her ass, further lubricating the increasing piston action of his dick. He pumped harder as their bodies slid easily on top of one another.

"Fuck yes!" Benjamin yelled in response, as his seed launched into her pussy. His head dropped back; his hips thrusting into her with determination. Wave after wave of heavy cum filled her, overflowing between her legs and onto Ricardo's dick as it continued to pump her ass from beneath.

The passionate string of French explicatives added to the other pleasured sounds in the room as Francois' dick shot a thick white stream across Suzy's chest and neck, decorating Annette's back in front of him. Load after load of his European milk poured from between her firm round breasts, impressively painting Suzy's tits and Annette's ass with a thick coat of white.

Suzy gasped for air, caught up in the irony that only a couple hours before, she begged her husband Mark to make love to her, and he rolled over disinterested. Yet now, three men and a woman she just met couldn't get enough of her, consuming every inch of her exquisite body.

Tom watched as the five beautiful bodies wrapped around one another in passionate coordinated sex as if an elegant moving sculpture of fine art. Sweat dripped from their naked bodies, lubricating the smooth glide of their bodies sharing common penetration of Suzy in the center. The five voices moaned with a chorus of pleasure as their drenched bodies moved together in one giant flood of sexual release, before collapsing onto one another. None of them could believe what just happened, especially Suzy.

"The weekend is off to a nice start," Tom said. "Everyone shower and change into a fresh uniform. Suzy, use the back elevator to meet me in my third floor quarters after you've cleaned up," Tom instructed nonchalantly. "My plans for your morning have only just begun. It's my turn to experience what should have been mine years ago," Tom said with a satisfied smile.

The warm water of the pulsating shower felt good as it poured over and caressed Suzy's body in the servant's room shower. Annette showered comfortably next to her. Suzy's body ached from being at the center of her first five-some, living up to the high expectation of fucking each person until they were completely spent and satisfied. Her colleagues were impressed with her. Truthfully, she had impressed herself. She knew Tom was now waiting for her in his private quarters. 

Suzy remembered her college days, feeling desperate to feel Tom inside of her. Maybe if Tom had allowed her to fuck him back then, she would never have cheated with Mark. That was speculation, and it didn't matter. For the pure physical enjoyment of no holds barred raw sex, she and Mark did cheat, again and again, behind Tom's back. Now, all this luxury and Tom could have been hers if she had remained loyal. Instead, all this luxury and her body now belonged to Tom, and she had nothing to show for it. She began to realize her current predicament was a result of her infidelity years before. She paid for it then, she is paying for it now and would be paying for it in the foreseeable years ahead. 

Suzy emerged from the elevator into the luxurious third-floor private living space. A large flat screen television was animated with images and sounds in the center of the spacious living room. At first she thought it was a porn video of an orgy in full swing, until she recognized it as a vivid recording of what had just taken place in the parlor minutes before.

"Amazing clarity and videography, isn't it?" Tom asked as he walked toward her with a drink in his hand.

"You recorded it?" she asked surprised.

"My security cameras record every movement in the house. I'm fastidious these days about making sure nothing happens behind my back that I don't know about or want." His words landed hard on Suzy. "As I watch the clarity of this video, I am just realizing the new potential uses and opportunities these videos might provide."

Suzy glanced at the passionate five-some on the screen in high definition as the three dicks and one pussy of her new colleagues ravished her body. In the heat of the unbridled sex, she heard her own words announce, "No one is done here until I'm done with you." 

"We just want to make sure these videos never accidentally end up in the wrong hands," Tom said. "Unless of course, your family would like to invite me over to share home movies. I can see what happens in your home, and Mark can see what happens in mine."

"You wouldn't," Suzy blurted forcefully in panic.

"Not with your continued full cooperation," he answered, revealing another layer of his web spun to ensure her allegiance. Suddenly there was even more than the house, or money or marriage at risk.

Tom and Suzy didn't leave the third-floor private quarters again until the completion of her first weekend shift that Sunday night. Benjamin regularly delivered food prepared by Francois to refuel their bodies, and Annette worked hard to keep the sheets and other linens fresh. In many ways it was reminiscent of their college days; in many ways everything was different. Suzy's body ached and was spent from all the attention. 

Chapter Four

After a month, Suzy began to accept the plight of her new weekend job. She resigned herself to its demanding expectations. She had no choice but to pay her debt. She was used to giving herself fully to anything, or anyone she had committed to. With all that was now at stake, she decided this would be no different. Tom took full personal advantage of her eager cooperation; he was also generous with her services for his houseguests. He enjoyed offering extravagant no-questions-asked intimate hospitality services for his dinner guests. Those who stayed the night had the opportunity to enjoy her company until morning; others simply enjoyed a little late-night entertaining before going home. Her services were available to men, women and couples. Tom had no problem occupying her the rest of her time each weekend. 

Suzy arrived home late every Sunday night exhausted from the weekend demands. Marital tension still loomed in her marriage with Mark, but had softened from their fight a month before when she first started her job. Mark was always ready for her to be home Sunday nights. After carrying the solo-parent responsibilities all weekend, and getting ready to go back to work Monday morning, he was ready for some sexual release. Even though Suzy's body ached, she felt obligated to accept Mark's Sunday night advances in order to keep her secret and her marriage. She couldn't tell Mark she wasn't up to sex with him because she had been fucking Tom and his friends all weekend. 

This Sunday night, a month into her job, things turned more precarious. After her obligatory homecoming fuck with Mark, Suzy rolled over fatigued onto the bed. She looked forward to sleeping in Monday morning. She lay unaffected as Mark's thick white cum poured from between her legs. She was ready to go to sleep. She pulled the warm heavy covers around her.

"You'll never guess who called me this weekend," Mark whispered into her ear as he spooned next to her.

""I'm too exhausted to even guess," Suzy answered, disinterested.

"Tom. Tom Newhouse," he said. 

Suzy's eyes immediately startled wide-awake in fear. "Really?" she faked calmly, attempting to sound unmoved. "What's he up to?" she asked.

"CEO of some big personal investment firm," he answered. 

"Why did he call? What did he want?" Suzy asked, genuinely curious.

"He invited me over for a guy's poker night on Saturday," he answered. "One of their usual guys can't make it and they need someone to fill in."

Suzy's heart raced. "That's too bad you can't go it since I will be at work," she attempted, leaving out the detail that her job was at Tom's house. "You need to be here with the kids."

"I thought I'd call the babysitter," he said, with a plan already thought out. "Like you said, you'll be working. The kids will be in bed. I'll be free. It will be good for me to get out of the house with some guys. Who knows, maybe I'll win enough money from Tom to use his wealth to pay off some of our debts." The irony in Tom's words was painful.

"I don't know," Suzy said. "We can't afford to lose money at a poker game," hoping to discourage him from accepting the invitation.

"Another reason to go," Mark said. "Tom said he felt badly for how things ended with our friendship years ago, and wanted to make it up. He said he would even spot me the $2000 to get in the game. I only have to pay him back if I have it at the end of the game."

Suzy felt paralyzed. She couldn't believe Tom would invite Mark over when she would be at the house, and entice him to come by spotting him $2000! What was he thinking? What was he doing? She was too exhausted to think clearly to come up with a reason to say no. "Can we talk about it more in the morning?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, as he put his arm around his spent wife. "Sweet dreams."

Suzy's body was desperate for sleep, but her mind was now doing cartwheels. When she did doze off out of sheer exhaustion, she would jolt awake in fear after only a few minutes. Mark's announcement of Tom's invitation prevented any deep sleep, let alone sweet sleep. "Damn him," she thought. "Damn him."

In the morning, Suzy still couldn't make a case to prevent Mark from accepting Tom's poker invitation. Mark argued that she would never know if he went or not, because the game was scheduled while she was away at work. It was impossible for Mark to know how wrong he was, and that Suzy would be right there watching his every move. Suzy felt paralyzed in shock at the thought of being discovered by Mark dressed in her skimpy uniform, there to perform as expected. She desperately wanted to call Tom to ask what he was thinking when he invited Mark over? What the fuck was he doing putting everything at risk?

Mark called Tom Monday morning to accept the invitation for the guys' night of poker. Tom queried if Suzy was OK with Mark coming over Saturday evening. Mark explained that she didn't seem too happy, but it didn't matter since she would be gone at her new job all weekend. Tom smiled deviously at the news. He could only imagine how awkward the conversation between Mark and Suzy would have been for Suzy. 

"I'm so glad you can come Saturday night," Tom said genuinely. "It will be great to catch up."

"I'm looking forward to it," Mark said. "Thanks for thinking of me to fill in. It will also be great to get out with some guys."

"Definitely that," Tom said. "In fact, I need to let you know there's a twist on our poker night that takes it to a whole other level. I actually call it our guys' 'poke-her' night," Tom said, spelling out p-o-k-e-h-e-r. "The 'her' is a talented woman who makes sure every man leaves happy."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"We play poker like always, five card draw. The only twist is we make the queen of hearts a wild card. The queen of hearts becomes anything you want her to be. Not only that, but anytime you win a hand with the queen of hearts, you get the money and the girl."

"Win the girl?"

"I mean she becomes yours. Like the card, she will become anything you want her to be and do anything you want her to do. Her best skill is her willingness to gladly fuck your brains out any way you want until someone else wins a hand with a queen of hearts, or until you are so spent you are ready to get back into the game."

"You're kidding me," he said stunned. 

"On the contrary," Tom promised. "I am barely scratching the surface. She will blow your mind, and the mind of every man there, guaranteed."

That's amazing, Mark said. Where'd you find her?"

"The amazing thing is she found me," Tom said. "She's insatiable. I have a hard time keeping up with her. I've never had a better fuck." 

"I don't know," Mark said. "I mean, I've never cheated on Suzy."

"Yeah, you've only cheated with Suzy," Tom wanted to say, but held back. 

"It's not cheating," Tom said instead. "It's not like your having an affair, carrying on a relationship with another woman." Mark had no idea how true Tom's words were; she wasn't another woman, the woman was his wife. "You'd just be enjoying your winnings at a guys poker night with no strings attached. How would Suzy ever know?" Tom's words were as devious and deceptive.

"I don't know," Mark said mulling over the invitation.

"Come on Mark. You already told Suzy you're coming, don't back out now. You said she is out working anyway. Treat yourself to some fun. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You also have nothing to lose. I'm the only one that can lose here, putting up $2000 to get you in the game. You have everything to win, with no risk. It will be like college days. Don't let me down."

"Ok," Mark said. "I'm in."

"Awesome," Tom said. "Get ready for a great night that will rock your world."




Sweet Justice



Saturday arrived quickly for Suzy, but slowly for Mark in their mutual anticipation for the night's poker game. Suzy felt sheer panic; Mark was secretly excited. He chose not to let Suzy know about Tom's little twist on an otherwise standard evening of poker. 

Suzy arrived at the house as usual, early that Saturday morning, for her weekend job. She was livid and eager to speak with Tom. Benjamin informed her that Tom would be out of the house most of the day on business. However, he had arranged for a professional theater makeup artist to meet with her during the afternoon to make some enhancements in preparation for the night's epic card game. The artist would be adding makeup putty to reshape her nose and other features, and then apply a thick masquerade of makeup. They would then spend an hour attaching a professional black wig to complete her disguise. In short, Suzy would be transformed in a way that would fool her own husband, even if he were close enough for her to fuck. Tom delighted in the thought of Mark cheating on his own wife, by unknowingly fucking her. Suzy realized she had no other options but to go along.

Benjamin set up the large game room on the first level of the house. An impressive felt-covered oak game table was set in the middle of the room with a small sports chandelier hanging over it. Wall sconces dimly lit the rest of the room. A large flat screen television blared a college football game as background noise. A large leather couch sat prominently at one end of the room, a small bed at the other. Francois prepared elaborate snacks far beyond customary fare for a poker game, but customary for Tom's penchant to go over the top in everything he did. His three guests arrived promptly at 7:00 pm.

"Welcome!" Benjamin said, as he greeted the three men for the evening. Benjamin ushered them to the game room. Dave and Carl had been to the house many times for these poker games, but this was the inaugural game with the "poke-her" twist. The idea originated a couple months before when they were all inebriated at one of their usual games. They thought it would be a great way to spice things up. Dave, Carl and their other usual player Sam never imagined Tom might actually find a way to do it. Tonight he had, and Dave and Carl were ready. 

Dave was an all-around nice guy, but uncanny in his intelligence. The tall Irish man with translucent blue eyes loved playing basketball in his spare time, most often pick-up games in his neighborhood. He had worked at the company longer than Tom and had a deep admiration for his young boss. Tom trusted him implicitly. 

Carl was a former star college football player whose injuries his senior year kept him out of the pros. He now dedicated himself to applying his competitive instincts in the financial industry. His physical stature was like a muscular wall standing six foot seven, with an unusually thick neck, bulging arms and legs like tree trunks. His broad smile and boisterous personality had a way of lighting up a room. When Carl walked in, everyone knew the party had arrived.

Mark was astonished by the lavish extravagance of everything: the mansion, the elegant décor, the professional staff, the aroma of food, and the audacious guys' poke-her night, complete with a promised gorgeous girl who would gladly satisfy any request. Mark felt intimidated and overwhelmed by it all, but was bold and frustrated enough to indulge a little in how the other half live. The three men helped themselves to options from and array of cold kegs and hot snacks prepared by Francois.

"Welcome," Tom said. "So glad you could each join us for our inaugural poke-her night," he added, using his fingers to make quote marks in the air at the phrase "poke-her."

Dave and Carl laughed at the announcement. "Damn right," Carl said. "I can't believe you pulled this off," he said. 

"You know better than to doubt anything I set my mind to," Tom said. "Let's get this game started, shall we?"

"Where's the girl?" Dave said, unashamed. "I want to see who we are playing for."

"Have a seat," Tom said, "and I'll send her in."

As the men sat down, Benjamin opened the door for Suzy's entrance. The three men gasped at her beauty. She wore her customary uniform. Her sultry walk across the room instantly mesmerized all three men. Suzy's heart raced as she glanced at Mark. She feared he would somehow recognize her. She was glad for the dimly lit room, other than the bright light over the elaborate card table. She worked to stay focused on teasing all of Tom's evening guests with seductive looks. She ran the fingers of her hand over the men's shoulders as she circled the table. 

"That will be all Benjamin," Tom called out. "I will let you know if we need anything more." Benjamin closed the door behind him as he exited the room, leaving Suzy alone with the four men.

"Gentlemen," Tom continued. "I see you approve."

"Damn," Dave said. "She is more beautiful than I imagined."

"You haven't seen anything yet. Real beauty is not just to be seen, but to be experienced. She will gladly replenish your food and drinks through the evening, unless of course, she is otherwise occupied by one of us."

"I'm going to like this," Carl said. 

"Help yourself to touch anything that is not covered. However, like all great rewards, the real prize has to be earned," Tom said. "We're playing a simple five card draw, aces high and $200 ante. Tonight, the only difference is the queen of hearts is also wild." Tom held a queen of hearts card up to make his point. "Any hand that you win with a queen of hearts means you win the money and the girl," Tom said. "Winning with the queen of hearts means you win this queen of hearts," Tom announced slapping Suzy on the ass. "Let me tell you, just like the card, this queen of hearts is wild."

The men cheered with shouts and playful primal grunts. Tom instructed Suzy to strut around the table to entice the men for what they were ultimately playing for. "The moment you win a hand with a queen of hearts, she is yours. She will gladly reward you by doing anything you want. Let me just say that you can't out-sex her. People have tried. There is no limits to what she is capable of, so don't hold back." His words were as much instruction for Suzy as they were an invitation to the men.

Natural instinct caused the three other men, to look at Suzy's face for her response to Tom's bold invitation. Suzy smiled. "Bring it," she said with an attempt to disguise her voice with a seductive tone. Carl and Dave cheered, impressed by Tom at a whole new level. Mark felt out of his league; he had never experienced anything like this.

Tom slid the card bearing the queen of hearts in the center of the deck. "Time to cut the cards and play gentlemen." He threw two $100 chips into the center of the table. The three men matched his bet. 

Carl and Dave took generous liberties to caress and handle any bare skin whenever Suzy got close. She kept replenishing their beers and snacks, putting her within easy reach of their touch. Suzy secretly felt relief and some pride that Mark didn't reach out to touch or handle her when she got close. Maybe he would stay loyal and keep his focus on the cards.

Dave failed miserably at hiding the fact the first queen of hearts card of the game showed up in his hand. He had another queen, but nothing else. He increased his bet, only to have Tom call. Tom's pair of kings beat him out of the money and the girl. 

"Damn it Tom!" Dave said in jest. "I'm ready to fuck this girl."

"Looks like you'll have to do better than a pair of queens then," Tom said. "Anticipation will just make you appreciate her all the more."

The men chided Dave and laughed. Suzy felt a relief from the temporary delay; but she knew it wouldn't be long. Every game without a queen of hearts in play escalated the suspense. All four men had begun to experience the buzz of alcohol and enjoyment of smack talk with each hand. A cloud of pure Cuban cigar smoke from Tom and Dave hovered over the table.

Carl smiled a broad grin when he picked up the five cards dealt to him a half an hour into the game. It was the hand he had been waiting for. Carl held two aces, a seven, a nine and the renowned queen of hearts. He raised the bet by $50 and traded in for two cards, which were just as worthless as the two he gave up. With bets and cards completed, Carl dropped his three aces on the table, using the wild card. He taunted the other three men as his pile of chips returned to its original size and more importantly, he became the first to win the ultimate prize.

"Well, well, well," Tom said with a big smile, glad for his friend's success.

"Gentlemen," Carl said as he stood up, reminding the others of the sheer size of his frame. Suzy's eyes got big when she saw the massive wall of a man rise from the table. "I'm going to leave you to your cards while I enjoy my prize over here. I wish you well."

"Let's go lover," Suzy invited with a façade of willing seduction. Suzy knew she would need to act in a way so unlike her usual behavior to dispel any suspicions of her identity by Mark. At the same time, Suzy resigned herself to what was about to happen, and even wondered if everything on Carl's body might be in proportion to his enormous tall wide frame.

Dave and Mark couldn't help glancing through the semi-dark room to get glimpses of Carl enjoying his prize. They envied him. They wondered how much would be left of her after his sheer size was done with her. 

Suzy reached up to begin to take Carl's shirt off. She was impressed that he was still as muscular as he was big, even though it had been a few years since he played professional football. "So, did you win the prize or did I?" Suzy flattered as she yanked his pants down to the floor. Her wondering about the size of his dick being in proportion to the rest of his body was immediately answered. Seeing his big thick black cock up close gave the appearance of being almost as long and hard as a baseball bat. She had never seen anything like it. "I don't know what you want from me, but I know what I want from you," Suzy said, surprising Carl by her forwardness.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I want to see what this bad boy is capable of," she said with a sly smile.

"Holy shit," Carl said as he watched her drop to her knees and attempt to take the entire length of his impressive member down her white throat. She gagged at first, but persevered until his dick disappeared down her relaxed esophagus like a sword in a sheath. Her skill was beyond anything that even Carl had ever experienced. "Oh fuck!" he yelled, half overwhelmed, half boasting so the other men could hear. 

Suzy continued her relentless assault. If given the choice, she decided she would rather take control. She knew how to do it in a way that caused any man to surrender, no matter their size. The bigger they are, the harder they might fall. 

"Shit, shit, shit!" Carl yelled as floodwaters of cum instantly began to be siphoned from deep within him. He pulled his pulsating bat from her mouth and stood her up. He quickly removed her bra as her hands kept up their assault on his long shaft. He slid her thong down her long tanned legs, baring her wet pussy. "You want to see what this bad boy is capable of, then I'll show you," he promised. He laid her back on the bed and aimed his throbbing dick toward the ultimate prize. 

"Oh fuck," Suzy screamed as his thick long dick penetrated her captive pussy. 

The remaining men around the table suddenly found their interest in the brightly lit card game paling in comparison to the sounds and movements coming from the dark end of the room. They each grew eager for a queen of hearts to show up in their hand.

Carl pulled back briefly only to push more deeply into her. Cold chills covered Suzy's body from the ecstasy and pain of being drilled at depths she had never experienced. Her body convulsed under the weight of his warm body. His dick massaged every millimeter of her molten hot pussy. She was no longer in control. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Suzy cried. She felt Carl consume one of her firm round breasts into his mouth, tormenting her tender nipple. "Is that all you have?" she teased. "Fuck me harder," she begged.

Carl responded by pounding his body into her. His pre-cum mixed with her soaked pussy to lubricate the hot friction of his action as he relentlessly drilled her into the soft bed. 

Suzy skillfully pushed him over onto his back while anchoring his long dick deep inside of her. She straddled his body with her legs while riding him as if galloping on a horse. She leaned over on top of him, crushing her soft melons into his chest. "I'll show you what a real fucking is," she promised as she allowed her body to be completely impaled by his impressive member. Every muscle within her took hold of him as she ascended and descended the long pole. "I'll stop when I'm done," she said, retaking control, no matter how many times it makes you cum inside of me."

Suzy's bold talk sent Carl over the edge. "Oh fuck!" he cried out, no longer able to hold back. What felt like a quart of thick cum pushed up the length of his dick like a fire hose pushing water through a drinking straw. A tidal wave of thick cum flooded into her voracious pussy. Sweat covered their bodies from the sheer heat of the sexual storm. Carl realized Suzy's taunting words were not empty rhetoric or threats. Her sexual torrent was being unleashed on him. 

Suzy's body succumbed in response to his. She screamed as her pussy gushed with her first orgasm of the night, drenching Carl's dick. She used him as a sex toy, draining every drop she could, as he lay helpless. Suzy felt Carl's body begin to melt into the soft bed. He was spent and exhausted. Everything Tom had said about her was true, and the night was still young.

"I'm not done with you," she taunted in his ear. "Are you a quitter? All that fucking made me thirsty. I'm taking you again."

Carl moaned as he felt both of her hands take hold of his still semi-hard member. His dark black shaft was painted in white from the mixture of their cum. He felt her warm moist lips surround the head of his penis before she consumed him again. She savored the flavors of cum coating her tongue and throat. She devoured him for more. She slowly worked the length of his dick, allowing her lips and tongue to skillfully massage every inch. The size of his meat grew involuntarily inside her mouth, filling her again, and intensifying his sensitivity to her oral assault. Over and over she scaled and descended his length. His body wriggled under her.

"Oh gawd, you're going to take me again," he said. The other men envied the action Carl was getting. With all the women Carl had been with, he had never experienced anyone like this. Carl's words only served to encourage Suzy's determination. She was thirsty for him. Nothing would stop her from taking him again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, here it comes!" he yelled. Deep down Suzy took satisfaction from feeling his dick thicken with impending eruption, until finally her mouth filled with the first serving of his warm delicious cream. Her lips insatiably pumped him for more, drawing every drop down her parched throat. Carl grew dizzy, the room spinning faster and faster as if he were on a whirling merry-go-round. His body quaked until she finally released him. She sat up victorious on his spent body, drops of his cum escaping down her chin and onto her large tits.

"Read them and weep!" Tom shouted, as he dropped the queen of hearts on to the table across the room. 

Suzy was still catching her breath, sitting on top of Carl who lay completely drained. She realized there would be no reprieve for her tonight. Every time the queen of hearts would be played, so would she.

Mark watched as Tom took his turn in the shadows of the room to claim his prize, while Carl returned to the card table. Dave's turn came twenty minutes later when he used the queen of hearts to win, and then walked across the room to enjoy his earned reward. Mark couldn't help noticing that each man returning from his prize looked blissfully shell-shocked. The beer continued to flow at the card table; the cum continued to flow in, on and around the gorgeous mystery woman.

"Damn she's good," Carl said, seeing the satisfied look on Tom's face as he returned to the table and dealt the next hand. 

"I'm telling you," Tom agreed, "there is none better." Moans began to emanate again from the side of the room, as Dave became the next to fall under Suzy's intoxicating spell. Suzy could tell Dave wasn't going to last long. He almost filled his pants the moment she walked into the room an hour and a half earlier. His dick had been hard since then, torturously waiting for his turn while Carl and Tom had their way with her first. Suzy was so convincing that Dave actually believed she had never enjoyed a better piece of meat.

The whole experience felt surreal for Mark. He was playing poker in a dimly lit room of a lavish mansion owned by his old college roommate who he hadn't seen in years. In addition to the unlimited beer and food, men were helping themselves to one of the most gorgeous women Mark had ever seen. In a funny way, she even looked a little like Suzy. Mark enjoyed the buzz from the beer, but also strangely grateful for the seemingly serendipitous carnal night out. He deserved it. If Suzy decided to be away every weekend at some lame new job, there was nothing wrong with him taking a few hours to play poker with some guys. After seeing the look from each man returning from this amazing woman, Mark began to look forward to his turn with the queen of hearts.

"Mark, you're the only one who hasn't been over there yet," Tom teased loudly enough for Suzy to hear. "You need to step up your card game."

Suzy shuttered at the thought of Mark coming over with the risk of being discovered by her husband. Butterflies of nerves filled her gut, in addition to more cum than she had ever swallowed in such a short amount of time. 

"Yeah," Mark said, "I want to, but..."

Suzy felt a sudden hope that Mark might turn down the opportunity to enjoy the evening's illicit sexual rewards. His hesitation was ironic considering he had unknowingly been watching strange men have continuous raw sex with his wife. She didn't have a choice to fuck these men; but Mark had a choice to fuck a woman he had no idea was actually his wife. The temptation was all the more enticing and difficult to resist because the other men in the room all returned to the table mesmerized by her lascivious skills.

"What do you mean that you 'want to, but?'" Tom interrupted. "The point is that you want to. That's all that matters. We're here to have fun. Whether you fuck her or not, no one outside this room will ever know what happens here tonight." Mark had no way to know the one person he would want keep the secret from was the very person in disguise fucking the other men in the room for all they were worth.

Mark picked up his cards. His heart raced with suspense to see the queen of hearts staring back at him from his hand. The card was flanked by the ten, jack, queen and king of spades. The chances of being dealt this almost perfect poker hand was near to impossible, except that Tom had been waiting all night to deal it to him. He set Mark up to make a decision. The whole night had actually gone exactly as Tom had planned, as most things in his life do. Tom watched for what Mark would do given the opportunity to cheat on his wife with a woman touted by every other man in the room as the best they had ever had.

"I'll raise $100," Mark said with a calm voice and poker face.

"Someone's confident," Carl said, "but I'm in. I think you're bluffing."

"Me too," Tom said to add to the suspense, knowing full well that Mark cards could change his life.




Sweet Justice



"Where do you think the gun barrels are?"

"Ground to dust, melted down or dissolved in acid with all evidence of same spread over a very large area. There's no registration on gun barrel purchases; there are always many available for sale even at flea markets."

"Witnesses?"

"It's all about perfect timing and patience. It's likely that the perpetrators made several dry runs, even aborted if a witness became an issue. There was never a need to rush; 'haste makes waste' and generally results in errors. In terms of whether or not the shooters were actually in their hotel rooms on the nights in question, I would expect that someone was, at least part of the time just in case a call came in, a maid knocked, or whatever."

"A confession?"

"Don't hold your breath on that one Tom."

"Just thought I'd check."

"Nice try. Drop by any time you want to have a hypothetic discussion of a case that has you stumped."

"I might just do that; it's been a pleasure, Frank." Agent Jenkins said, extending his hand.

Frank shook his hand. "The pleasure was all mine, Tom."

*** "Well, Tom, it looks as if the Director has lifted your suspension---a lot sooner than I would have expected. 'Seems that he received several letters from your "Murder Incorporated at the Senior Center" gang attesting to your character...imagine that."

"It gave me time to reflect; thanks again for letting me have access to the old case file data base. I went back ten years and reviewed unsolved murders that met very specific criteria."

"You are going to let this go, aren't you Tom?"

"Absolutely! But just for the record, take a look at these statistics. Approximately ten years ago the first in a long serious of similar homicides began to crop up. In every single case it involved a victim who either had a significant previous criminal record or who had been charged with horrific crimes---and escaped justice. The similarities are uncanny...no witnesses, no forensic evidence---and a 'victim' who was blatantly a 'blight-on-society' scumbag, who no one was going to miss. The lack of witnesses and forensics combined with the character of the 'victims' meant that law enforcement pretty much just went through the motions and then filed the cases away in the 'unsolved' archives. We've got people who sold drugs in schools, terrorized neighborhoods, sexually abused children, killed someone while driving drunk, pilfered pension funds, scammed the elderly, took advantage of the disadvantaged---you name it."

"You're not suggesting that our infamous senior citizens were responsible for this 'crime wave'?"

"Impossible! There aren't dozens or even hundreds---there are thousands of these cases in virtually every corner of the country! While we enforcement have been quick to take credit for the dramatic decline in crime over the last decade, I'm beginning to believe that we had a little help of the 'Star Chamber' variety. Here's an example; this particular locale was notorious for letting drunk drivers off with a slap on the wrist. In one month three repeat offenders—who had either killed or permanently maimed innocent people while driving under the influence---were, ah, 'convicted' with a single bullet between the eyes. The local cops had to see the pattern---but drunk driving almost ceased to exist in that that area. The 'message' was not lost on the civilian population. Local citizens groups sprung up, staked out the most offensive local watering holes and reported potential drunk drivers, recorded license plates and even followed them. The judges who were letting these DUI offenders off were sanctioned by the bar and ultimately forced to resign."

"Interesting stuff, Tom, but..."

"Look at this one! A drug gang praying on elementary schools for God's sake! They were essentially wiped out over a two month period. A serial pedophile...a chronic wife beater who was politically connected...scam artists...crooked politicians...loan sharks...predatory gambling operations...a gang of young punks who just beat on and killed people for thrills...its all there and in every case the perpetrators had repeatedly escaped justice."

"How many?"

"Over six thousand...and that may be the low side."

"Jesus!"

"Look, boss, let's just assume for the sake of argument that my little trio did exactly what I believed they did---and have been doing so for ten years. But it's not isolated, it's a movement, probably even connected and coordinated, albeit loosely and very covertly. Senior citizens...many if not all with law enforcement or military training...needing to still feel vital and able to contribute...stepping in where they perceived that society was not being served by the criminal justice system."

"You do realize that after the awful adverse publicity that your case created, there isn't a law enforcement agency---local, state or federal---in their right mind that would ever again attempt to bring such charges. Nor is there a DA or Federal prosecutor who would have the nerve to take said case in front of a grand jury and seek an indictment. Did you take a look at the polls? Better than eighty-eight percent of the people don't think they did it. As many believe the government acted capriciously in attempting to go after them. More than seventy-two percent believe that even if they did it---good for them! How in the world did this go on for a decade and it took this long for 'us' to put the pieces together?"

"It wasn't arrogance nor was it carelessness. I believe in my heart it was completely planned and intentional."

"What?"

"They played us...have been playing us for years but this one was a masterful stroke."

"I don't get it."

"You just answered your own question. No one in there right mind will ever again have the nerve to go after a bunch of kindly old men under similar circumstances in the future. We never had a shred of evidence...we had a theory. We molded our theory into a conspiracy charge. We---I---hounded the federal prosecutor into seeking an indictment and three grand juries laughed him out of the room! They made fools out of us...just as they intended. If you dig into the facts, you discover that those local cops at a law enforcement convention who 'bubbled' this up to the federal level are older...probably close to retirement and in all likelihood clearly either already part of the 'movement' or planning to join it as soon as they retire."

"Christ...I'm beginning to buy into your theory."

"Well, then let's mobilize the bureau, subpoena the records of the AARP, Veterans Affairs and every retired LE organization, then stake out every Senior Center, VFW hall, 'Meals on Wheels' operation and put a tail on every potential suspect over the age of fifty-five...which by my calculations would be somewhere in the neighborhood of...oh, I don't know...five million?"

"You can't be serious!"

"You're right; I'm not. First, we're already over burdened dealing with real criminals for whom we can gather real evidence and get real indictments---and convictions. Secondly, do you really think it was coincidence that the press knew every move we made almost before we made it? Our senior citizen vigilantes had help. That help quite probably ranged from 'suggesting' potential targets to cursory investigations of the homicides, a convenient 'heads up' or even a well-timed leak to the press. They had help in local and state law enforcement---why not Federal? I'm done tilting at wind mills. This is not a good fight...it's not one 'we' can win. I've grown pretty convinced that it's not even one I want to win. Frank Thompson was still playing me when I went to visit him."

"You went to visit him!"

"Yeah, the day I was suspended; he made me coffee. It was a very cordial conversation he was still spinning me...playing me...the man is a master."

"Tom, officially my position is---let this go! Unofficially...the same advice applies."

"I couldn't agree more. I just needed to share it one last time with someone I trust to get a sense that I'm not completely nuts. You will not hear me open my mouth about this matter ever again."

"That's what I needed to hear. 'Ready to go nail some real criminals?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

*** 

"Hey, Frank, you really shot well today for an old fart...how's it hanging?"

"It's still hanging, Bob...the older I get the more reassuring that fact becomes."

"It got a little dicey there for a while."

"It had to be done, Bob. We've been very careful but also very lucky. Our associates down in Texas were always every bit as careful but they got unlucky...once. That flight attendant came out of nowhere. She was an honest woman who told the police what she saw. In spite of the fact that her statement became less certain when she discovered who the dead man was, she would not have lied under oath. The locals down there were days away from seeking an indictment. The DA in that county has a decidedly distorted view of justice. It had to be done and it just wasn't one of those things you can delegate. We're founding members of the board of directors; in all humility we're probably at the top of the game; we had a responsibility...to the others. We all discussed the fact that this day might come; we even chose subjects that we had remote ties to. "

"That damn FBI agent was one sharp SOB. What do you think he's figured out?"

"I spun him pretty hard when he came to visit me but I think he's got a pretty complete picture."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"I don't think so. Here are our next three 'subjects'."

"Jesus, Frank, these are copies of official FBI case files...how the hell did you get your hands on these?"

"They were left inside my screen door. 'You remember that video surveillance system I told you about?"

"Sure."

"I was very careful to point it out to Special Agent Jenkins when he stopped by for his hypothetical chat. After all of the surveillance he's probably got my 'Meals on Wheels' schedule committed to memory. We may need to consider changing the by-laws to admit younger members."