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A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02

By: Dr. Dusti Lee



At first, Cindy's life went on much as it had before. Doctor Angelo planted some suggestions in her mind that made her easier for him to control. One of them was to block off the third weekend of every month for her photo shoots. She was not told that was what was happening to her while she was blanked out, but she knew she had to reserve that weekend and not plan on doing anything during that time. He also left her with the instruction that she was to keep her body totally free from hair below her neck. He had shaved off her all her public hair while she was taking a bath. She was to keep it that way from now on.

Doctor Angelo told her while she was under the influence of the chemical that she should remember how good it felt to be making out with all the men she was having take her. Remember how great it felt when they came in her mouth, the look on their faces while they came in her mouth and how good their cum tasted. She should think about what every man she came in contact with would taste like, while they were cumming in her mouth. She should be proud of her body and not worry about people seeing her.

He wanted her to be horny all the time. While she was at home she should be dressing sexy. She should go buy some sexy camisoles and start wearing more sexy underclothes all the time. She was a hot sexy girl and should act like it. She should reward any workman that came to fix something in her house by sucking his cock like she was shown. If they wanted to fuck her, they could. She was to give them the best of herself she had to offer. It was to be the standard way she said "thank you" to a man now. Only she had to do that in private, in her house where no one could see her do it. Keep it intimate. Keep it sexy. Keep it hot.

One of the other suggestions was that she keeps working out every day, time permitting. This would keep her in good shape. He told her she should do more to increase her endurance and flexibility. Cindy told that to Manfred the next time she was in to workout. She also set up with him a standing appointment for a massage after the third weekend of every month. He was delighted at both of these requests.

Georgia noticed at after Cindy had another weekend where she came back very sore, and seemed a bit out of it; she seemed to have lost most of her shyness. In fact, Cindy stepped out of the shower totally nude and actually dried herself off while chatting with Georgia. It was as if being naked in front of her didn't seem to matter anymore. Georgia noticed her pussy was shaved as well. This really surprised her. Cindy didn't seem like the type to shave her pussy. Georgia commented on it to her, and she blushed a bit, but just spread her legs apart and looked down at it and said it did feel a bit bare down there, and giggled. Georgia wondered what happened to change her attitude on this. Was she seeing some guy that talked her into this?

The next weekend she was scheduled for a shoot, when she came out to her car, she got right into the driver's seat and drove away. She automatically left the parking garage and drove directly to the studio. 

When Jimmy smiled and gave her latte to her, he told her, "God, you look hot today, Lori." That was a phrase Doctor Angelo told her to remember. When Jimmy told it to her, she was to drive safely and properly to the house where the studio was located. When she arrived there, she was to park inside the garage and come into the kitchen. What she would do next was one of two things. If Doctor Angelo was there, she would kiss him and suck his cock. No matter who else was there with him or what he was doing. Unless he had her suck off the visitor, that is. If he was not there, she would go take a hot bubble bath. During the hot bubble bath, she would play with the large dildo kept in the bathtub for her. It was a very large hot pink one. She was told never to worry about making a mess in the bathroom. She was supposed to please herself and let it show. Cindy found several other items laying around she liked to stick up her pussy while in the tub. She was free to play with any of them while she was in the tub.

One was a stack of silver dollar coins nearly 18 inches high that Jimmy had super glued together. She loved to put the stack of coins on the edge of the large tub and use it as a dildo. She would have one foot inside the tub, the other outside the tub and squat down over the coins. She loved the feel of the coin's ridges as they touched the inside of her pussy. She liked the feel of them when she took them in her ass as well. She would take some shampoo and put on them before she took them up her ass. 

Jimmy used the coins to train her. Jimmy got a large stack of them together in the studio and had Cindy do a hot striptease pole dance, stripping slowly out of her clothes. At the end of the dance, Cindy was to go over to this large stack of coins and kneel down on top of them, seeing how many she could slide up her pussy, and then pick up with her just pussy lips. It took her a while, but Cindy got to where she could do a split down on top of the stack and get all but one or two coins. She was not allowed to use her hands. Her hands had to be playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples. She had to squat down on them, have them go up into her pussy (or ass) and then stand up and again and finish her dance with them still inside her pussy. Her hands could not go near her pussy once she took in the coins. Sometimes, some of them fell out. Any that fell out; she had to pick up and put in her other hole, and keep them all in place. If they fell out again, she had to put them in her mouth.

The first time Doctor Angelo saw her do this dance on the video, he was shocked at how many coins Cindy could take inside her pussy or ass and hold. All the while, Cindy had an evil looking smile that was pure rare sex on her face. Then after she mastered this trick, Jimmy had her suck off the largest of the guys while one of the other guys fucked her in the ass, still with the coins inside her pussy.

It was after Doctor Angelo saw her do this that he had an inspiration. He quickly edited this and sent it attached to an email overseas to someone he had learned was on the lookout for this type talent. He ended up sending to this person several more videos of Cindy's talents, but it paid off handsomely in the end. The negotiations were finished by the time Cindy was do back to shoot again.

The next time Cindy came to the house, Doctor Angelo was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her. Cindy came in, put her purse down on the table and kissed him on his lips. Then she fished his cock out of his pants and gave him one of her best signature blow jobs. When she was finished cleaning him off, he told her to sit down at the table.

"That was very well done, Cindy, thank you. Now then. You have become so talented you are like a movie star. Just like a movie star, I have given you a professional name. From now on when anyone asks you who you are when you are doing this, your name is Lori Lee. I want you to repeat that ten times for me," Doctor Angelo said.

"My name is Lori Lee. My name is . . ." she said for the ten times.

"Very good Lori. I'm pleased. That is the only name I am going to call you now. You have been coming here for long enough that I think it is time for you to start doing something else for a while," he said to gage what her reaction would be. He had been reducing the amount of chemical she got each month. She was getting less than half of the original amount now. She didn't seem like the zombie she did at first. You just had to take things a bit slower with her now. But her reactions seem much more real.

"Oh! What are you going to have me do, My Love?" the newly named Lori asked.

"From tonight until Sunday night, you are going to go to this hotel and meet with some men. They will tell you what they require of you. Anything they tell you to do, you will do. You will smile at them and treat them just like you treat me. They will be nice to you and not hurt you in any way. They will take very good care of you. You will like being with them and I expect to hear back a good report on your conduct.

"You will spend nearly all of your time with one man. At the end of your stay with him, if he is pleased with you, he will most likely give you a gift. A very expensive gift. You will get very excited about the gift and thank him both verbally and in the way I've told you to thank men.

"Do you understand all this, Lori, or do I need to repeat any of it?" Doctor Angelo said in slowly and in a kind, gentle voice.

"I understand that I am going to please some of your friends, and they will be nice to me," she said simply.

"That's right. They will be very nice to you; make sure you are very nice to them. Here is the address you are going to be tonight. This is a hotel just down the street from your office. If this weekend goes as nicely as I hope it will, the next time it happens I will call you on the telephone and tell you where to go and when to be there. From now on, if I call you on the phone and call you by your new name, Lori or Lori Lee, you will do what I tell you as if I tell you in person. Understand?" He said.

"Yes, My Love. I understand you," Lori said.

"Now then. I want you to repeat your new name again ten times, and while you are doing that, slowly, I want you to take off all of your clothes," he said. "My name is Lori Lee," Lori said while she was standing up, taking off her blouse, then her skirt, her panty hose and her bra and panties. She finished both at the same time.

"That was well done, Lori. Now I want you to go into the front room, sit on the big chair with your legs spread out over the arms of the chair, and while you keep repeating 'My name is Lori Lee,' I want you to finger yourself with one hand while you play with your nipples with the other. Keep repeating your name until you make yourself cum over and over again. I will tell you when you can stop. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, My Love. I understand you," she said. Then she bent over and kissed him before she left the room. She went in and did as she was told. For the next hour she sat in the chair fingering herself, playing with her nipples. Over and over again she repeated the phrase. Doctor Angelo had no clue how many times she made herself cum before he stopped her.

"Very Good, Lori. When you get there tonight, call the room number listed from the lobby in-house phone, and tell whoever answers the phone that 'Miss Lori Lee is in the lobby.' Tell them you are wearing a bright red dress, purse and shoes. They will send a man down to get you. Smile at him when he motions you to come with him, and go with him. He might not speak to you. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, My Love. I understand. But I am not wearing a red dress," she said with a hint of confusion on her face. Her suit she wore that day to work was a gray pinstriped one, which was neatly folded on a chair next to the kitchen table.

"You will be when you leave here. Go in and take a fifteen minute hot bubble bath, add some of the perfume I have sitting out for you at the end of it, make your face up to match the bright red dress I have laying on the bed for you, then dress making yourself look and feel as sexy as you can, while still looking lady-like. Think of yourself as a princess tonight. This weekend you are going to be a royal princess for a man. Treat him like the royal prince he is, and call him "My Prince or Your Highness" whenever you address him. Do you understand all that," Doctor Angelo said. 

"Yes My Love, I understand it," Lori said.

"Good. Have a nice bath," he said, dismissing her. She got up with a smile and kissed him. He was turned on by what she was going to do this weekend. 

After she got out of the bath and dressed in the red cocktail dress, with the matching red push up bra and thong panties, red four inch spike shoes she came out to the kitchen. She had on light pink eye makeup with deep red lipstick and gloss that made her lips look shinny and wet. She had on no jewelry. There had been none for her to put on with the dress.

Doctor Angelo put a gold chain necklace with a little red butterfly on it, a matching bracelet and a pin to put in her hair that matched. She looked and smelled good enough to eat. 

"Remember Lori, at the end of your stay with him, if he is pleased with you, he will most likely give you a gift. A very expensive gift. You will get very excited about the gift and thank him both verbally and in the way I've told you to thank men. When you are on your way home Sunday night, telephone me here and tell me how it went. I'm not going to kiss you goodbye tonight because I don't want to mess up your lipstick. Do you understand me, Lori?" Doctor Angelo said, slowly and kindly again.

"Yes, My Love. I understand you completely," Lori said with a large dazzling smile. Then she went out to the garage, got in her car and drove away.

What she was going to do this weekend was become the private property of an oil rich man from the Middle East that really had the title "Your Royal Highness" in front of his name. He had seen what Lori could do and was willing to pay handsomely for a weekend with her. If this weekend went well, he would both come back for some more of her and tell some others about her. They would also pay handsomely for her services.

What the men she was going to meet didn't know was that Doctor Angelo had paid an employee of the hotel to install several hidden small video cameras that would send out a wireless signal with the camera views to a recording station he had set up. He was using this as insurance that he would get her back, and to sell later on. Some of the people he was dealing with in this had the connections to have people snatched and taken home with them. Unknown to the public, but not unknown to the government, many of the young beautiful college age girls were abducted and held captive. He wanted to make sure if it happened to Cindy, he would get her back. Besides. Right before he retired, he would offer for sale to the highest bidder the videos and photos of the royal prince's fornication and sodomy. The prince would pay more to get these videos back than he did for the weekend's fun. So would others. 

Not to long after Doctor Angelo sent Lori on her adventure, Jimmy stopped by with a problem. His girl friend was getting upset with the time he was spending away from her. She wanted to party and he was always working.

"How attached are you to this girl, Jimmy? Are you thinking of putting a ring on her finger?" Doctor Angelo asked him, while taking a drink of some scotch he liked. He had something else he had been thinking about doing.

"No. She's a nice piece of ass. Not bad looking, but not in Lori's league. But I'm not thinking about rings or setting up housekeeping with her. She's really on the pill so I don't need to worry about her getting knocked up. She gets pretty snotty with me about how I live," Jimmy said taking a drink of cold beer.

"Well then. Why don't you give her a cube and bring her over here. I've been thinking about adding another girl to the mix. There's a large market for girl eating girl stuff. I'm sure you've guessed I have a reason why I'm doing this to Lori. This is not something you do to ruin the life of a really nice girl, which Lori was before this. If you don't care about what happens in the long run to this girl, we can get her all set up this weekend and by the next time Lori is here, we can have them do some girl stuff together. But we need to train your girl first. You game?" Doctor Angelo asked.

"Yeah. That would get her off my back. She's a nice girl but she's started to get on me about things that are none of her business. I would like her a bit less bossy, too. Might be fun doing it to her! I know she has done at least one other girl on a regular basis. Her best friend would be another one we might want to get, too. She's a bit hotter than Linda, and she's Lesbos all the way. She loves to be eating Linda out when I walk in and makes snide comments about me. She keeps ragging on Linda about being with a loser like me. It would be nice to see her sucking cock and getting drilled. To be honest with you, I would like to see her get knocked up! Let her explain that to her Lesbos friends!" Jimmy said with a laugh.

"We just might be able to do that," Doctor Angelo said. He found that pictures of big bellied, knocked up girls were a hot market. Why not grow their own right here! Both these sounded like bitches to him. 

"Go get your girl, Jimmy. Bring her here now. I need to be sucked off. If Lori was not making us so much money tonight, I would not have sent her. By the way. Since you are becoming so active in all this, here is a signing bonus for finding the new talent. Spend it on fun things," he said. Then he went and got an envelope with $25,000 cash in it. He also brought a baggy with a couple of sugar cubes in it. One for each of the two new girls. Just making Lori pay him for coffee was not enough to keep him honest. A bonus like this would. And it would also keep him hungry and coming back for more.

"Wow! Thanks John!" Jimmy said his eyes wide at the number of one hundred dollar bills in the envelope. He didn't count it then, but knew it was more than he had ever had before at one time.

"You earned it. Go get your girl," John said.

Two hours later, Doctor Angelo was sitting on the sofa, with a naked Linda knelling in front of him, sucking on his cock. She had beautiful long silky black hair all the way down to her butt. Linda had just a hint of oriental in her background. She was a tinge yellow skinned, had a slight eye fold, black eyes, medium breasts size 34B, with chocolate brown nipples. She had sparse pubic hair. She was smaller than Lori, at a little over 5' 2", thin waisted and hipped. She looked slim and desirable, like most oriental women.

Her eyes had not left his face since she put his cock in her mouth. As he watched her, he could tell she was going to be another money making machine for him. He also had another thought while she was sucking his cock.

Sometime what was going on here was going to get out into the public. Maybe, just maybe, Doctor Angelo could put it all off on Jimmy when it did. He could edit himself out of the stored material with Lori, which he was going to keep mostly separate and stored off site anyway, and have Jimmy with Linda and her room mate Marcy. Marcy was going to come later in the evening. Linda had already talked to her. Jimmy and Linda were going to pick up Marcy at work and bring her here. 

Linda was on the pill. John told Linda to always take her pill, until John told her to stop. Marcy was not. She would be told never to take them or use condoms. All they had to do now was get Marcy in the family way. That should be easy enough to accomplish. John called two of the guys while Jimmy was picking up Linda and told them to come over later on. They could start filling Marcy's pussy with cum right away. Jimmy told Doctor Angelo he had an idea about something he thought about trying with Lori and Linda; only instead of Lori, he might have Linda do it with Marcy tonight. He told John to wait and see what he had planned. It would be great! Doctor Angelo couldn't wait to see it. He was beginning to trust Jimmy's porn movie directing ability, but not his morals.

Jimmy had been right. Marcy was a lot hotter than Linda. She was 5' 9" tall, leggy, with shoulder length deep natural red hair, bright green eyes, and ten tons worth of freckles, size 38DD breasts and hips and about a 30 waist. She had big areolas around her nipples. Doctor Angelo handled both of them the same way he did with Cynthia when they came in. 

First he spoke with Linda, then with Marcy when she came later on. Both had the drug that made them compliant working in them. He had them sit at the table with a video camera on them, explained they were going to make hard core porn movies and pictures. They were going to be filmed sucking cocks, fucking both men and women and taking it up their ass. They both verbally agreed to do this with big smiles and then signed the model's legal contracts for it. They gave him their driver's licenses showing they were over eighteen and their real names. Then he turned off the cameras, and told them what they were going to do in detail. 


A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02



This follows directly from the first chapter, posted under 'incest/taboo.' If you haven't read it, this is an okay story, but won't make a lot of sense. Max and Lee put their plan in action; Pete makes an intriguing discovery. Lee learns about his secretary's appetites; he and Max grow closer.




Max lay there, feeling her new husband, Don, settling down on the narrow space she had left for him in the double bed. She finally heard his breathing slow down and become shallow, indicating he was asleep. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, grabbed a robe and went down to talk to her father and brother.

They made plans for an improvisational dialogue in the morning and reviewed people who could be used and or trusted to help at work. After Ian and Edie went to bed, Lee and Max continued to talk. 

"Lee, you'll have to come off as a bastard, extorting some of the women at work for sex, or at least appearing to."

"Why?"

"Because it can't be just me without raising Don's suspicions." She giggled. "Especially since that's about all he can raise. 

"I'm sure we can get my secretary and her daughter to go along, and pretend, if not actually participate, but it would be better if you actually screwed them. And Ashley, the girl who will be you temporary secretary when you start. 

"She is our floating steno. With her, you'll have a legitimate issue to use. She's an inveterate eavesdropper. She's been caught a few times listening in on open intercoms. She should have been let go, but she's the grand-daughter of one of Dad's first customers.

"She really gets off on humiliation, hers and other's. I've seen her almost climax from being reprimanded in front of another clerk; another time, when she was eavesdropping, I saw her get up and hurry to the ladies room; the back of her skirt had a big wet spot. Later, I asked the woman she was working for what had been going on. She said she'd had to cut the balls off one of the foremen because he was making racist statements in the break room when my black secretary and her daughter were there."

"You're saying I should screw these women? Won't that bother you? Knowing Don can have sex with you sure as hell bugs me. More than I thought it would when we talked about it."

Max dropped her head onto his shoulder. "Will I like it? Definitely not. Can I accept and live with it? I think so. It won't be forever, and it's not like you're going to fall in love with them. It's all just a gigantic charade, put on for Don's benefit. And a little bit to help make it up to you about Don having access to my cooch." She reached up and kissed his jaw. "I'd better get back to bed, in case he wakes up. Sleep well, lover."

The sun, coming in around the window shades, woke her. She was aware of the pressure in her bladder, and the discomfort of excessive gas in her gut. The movement of swinging her legs over the side of the bed was enough to force the release of some of the gas, resulting in a loud retort, resembling a loud raspberry. It was enough to awaken her bed partner.

"Max?"

"Good morning, Don. Excuse me; I need to get to the bathroom." As she hurried across the room to the doorway, she was followed by a string of retorts, accompanied by a foul, fetid odor, one with which Don was intimately familiar.

She grabbed a robe and hurried down the hall to the bathroom, from which the sound of flushing soon presaged her return. Entering the room, she sniffed, and blushing slightly, apologized for the odor. "I guess I should have eaten something yesterday. I was just too stressed to eat.

"What are your plans for today? Are you going to see your mother? How long since she was here last?"

Don glanced at the bed, then back to her. "I thought..."

"I imagine you did. Look, Donald, you said if I married you, you wouldn't force the company into having an audit, which would most likely result in my father going to jail. We're married, but that doesn't mean we're lovers. I'll let you fuck me two or three times a month, since that's the monthly average for married people, but don't expect anything more than that. 

"I will host dinner parties for you, and introduce you to some people who belong to the country clubs, and do what I can to advance you socially. But you'll have to change some things you do, too." She adjusted her robe and tightened the belt, sitting down on the side of the bed, facing him.

"I had planned on resigning my job, but in talking to Dad yesterday, I think you are going to need someone at work advocating for you to keep your position. This new guy has Dad pretty hyped up on using the internet for sales, cutting our need for a live sales force of twelve to fifteen down to less than four or five. I'll find a way to help you keep your position; you'll just have to trust me."

"Trust you? I'm not even sure I know you any more. I watched you grow from when you started as a summer college intern until you came to work and became your father's right hand. But the woman I saw yesterday and last night, she's a total stranger to me."

Max stood up and took off her robe, revealing all her hickeys and bite marks. She walked to her dresser and took out some underwear to put on. "I'm sorry, Donald, maybe you should have tried to get to know me socially before you put all that effort into such an elaborate extortion scheme. This is who you married, and who you'll have to contend with."

"What about the guy who did that to you? You going to keep seeing him?"

"Him? I don't know. He did me a favor, and was useful. I might. Depends on what he wants to do, if anything."

"Do I know him?"

"I don't think so, although you may have met him once or twice. I think he's been to the plant to see Dad."

"A friend of your Dad's? An older guy, then; someone who could teach you..."

"All sorts of fun games? Yes, but I've found I'm pretty much of a vanilla sex girl. I like to look at and hold my lovers."

"Lovers?" he choked. "H...h...how many..."

"Q and A is over, Donald. Notice, I haven't asked you anything about the women you've had in Buffalo and Toronto. Don't look so surprised. When you brag in the break room, stories like those get told around. From some of what I've heard, I'm guessing they were call girls. You really should find yourself a local girlfriend. Safer and less expensive."

She finished straightening her sweater. "I'm going down to start breakfast. The bathroom down the hall is safe to use. Dad has his private one for him and Edie. Lee Brock is down in the apartment in the basement, which has its own bath. Be careful, though; the latch doesn't always catch. We can't have you flashing Edie," she said with a grin, as she walked out the door.

Don sat there, a feeling of dejection settling into his soul. Of all the possible outcomes he had imagined, Max's cold hearted acceptance of the situation had not been among them. Even her suggestion that he get a local girlfriend underscored her opinion that theirs was strictly a marriage of—what, certainly not convenience. "It was more like the royal marriages of the Middle Ages," he thought, "except there was no pressure to produce an heir. Christ wouldn't that be a fucking complication. 

"Ah, well, she promised me we'd screw a couple of times a month. I'll just have to be better than last night, and better than her 'friend.' At least she seemed to be impressed with my cock."

He went to the john and tended to business, then dressed. On the way downstairs, he heard Max and her father talking. "You're really considering that internet thing, huh?"

"It does seem to be the way more businesses are doing business. And look at our sales reports. Almost two-thirds of our sales are for stock products. We could replace most of our sales force with computer keyboard operators and stock boys. Why, do you have some thoughts about it?"

"Sort of a wifely interest. If you do away with the sales force, where does that leave Donald? I was going to quit when we got back from our trip to New Orleans, but if his job is in danger, maybe I shouldn't..."

"You mean you might want to stay on? Damn, Sweetie, I don't know if we can keep you. With the money you offered Lee, payroll is so tight..."

"Dad, you can't mean that!"

"Talk to Lee. I'll be going into the office tomorrow to make it official. He'll be VP in charge of Operations, and in charge overall while I'm away. I'm going to take a bit of a vacation, travel with Edie, go out and see the family in Indiana."

"You're putting our future in the hands of a man you don't know? Dad, you can't be serious!"

At that point Don and Lee entered the kitchen from different directions.

Lee spoke first. "Ian, here's my letter of acceptance for the position we discussed last night. Thank you for your trust. I'll do the best I can to bring Carruthers into the 21st century."

"Christ, cousin, you work fast," sniped Max. "What's your next move, the White House?"

Lee answered with a wolfish smile, "Nothing so grand. Just making Carruthers as profitable as possible. 

"Did I hear you say you were rethinking your resignation? And Ian was worried about paying you? Don't worry about it, I'm sure we can find a way to work it out. Come in and talk to me when you get back."

"We're not going," she replied, flatly. She turned to look at Don. "Are you still packed?" 

He nodded. "Maxine..."

Lee broke in, "Maxine, Mrs. Pieters, have I offended you in some way? If so, I sincerely apologize. It was totally innocent. What I was thinking was that in the restructuring your father and I have discussed, I'm going to need a top notch administrative assistant who is familiar with the company culture. I think you'd be ideal for the job, if you really want to return..."

"He's right, Max," Don piped up. "And it makes possible what we were discussing earlier," he added, nervously licking his lips.

"Of course, your dad was right. We can't pay you what you were earning, at least not until we trim the sales force, and make some other changes, but we can talk about those later, if you take the job. You don't need to answer now. Think about it. Come see me when you get back," Lee said, his eyes glancing between hers and her breasts. 

It was all Max could do not to laugh. Don was all but pushing her to go to work for her lover. "Are you serious?" she asked, a note of distrust in her voice. "And you, Dad?" she said, looking at her father to quell the smile she felt forming on her lips.

"Dammit, Maxine! Take the goddam job! If nothing else, maybe you can keep this guy from totally ruining the company!" interjected Don, without thinking, and immediately felt sick to his stomach. He turned around to face Lee. "I...I... I'm sorry, Brock. I didn't mean that the way it came out."

Lee's normally friendly blue eyes resembled flint. "I'm sure," he said, his voice emotionless. He looked at Max. "The offer is good until the end of the business day, the day after you get back."

"I'll be in to talk to you tomorrow. There are several things Don and I need to take care of here, finding a place to live, merging households, stuff like that. Will noon work for you?" Lee nodded, expressionless, and turned to leave.

At quarter of twelve, Max pulled into the Carruthers parking lot. Walking to the office, she glanced over the full lot and wondered what would happen to all of the people they represented. Inside the plant, she made her way to the office suite, where the executive offices looked out over the plant. Don saw her enter the suite and met her, giving her a brief, one-sided hug, an action noticed by several of the secretaries in the area.

"He's got some hotshot accountant in his office. When he introduced him, he said he was an expert in forensic accounting. What the hell is that?" he asked her in a whisper.

"I'm not sure. They are supposed to be experts in identifying weak spots in operations. They are sort of the accounting version of industrial engineers. If a company fails, they, supposedly, can examine the records and see what went wrong, like those guys on the tv show, CSI. You worried?" she asked, locking eyes with him.

"No," he replied with a grimace. "It'll take a genius to find where I doctored the records. You just need to convince your cousin to keep me in my present position or it's prison for your dad."

"No matter what I have to do?" She looked at him, her head slightly cocked, her expression hard, reminding him of the call girls he had used.

"I guess I made you a whore of sorts. I can't blame you now if you use it on my behalf."

"I'll remember you said that. Don't plan on using it, though. I decide who I screw, why and when; 'you' remember that," she said, emphasizing the you.

"Mrs. Pieters!" came Lee's call across the floor. They turned to see him waiting by his secretary's desk. Max smiled when she saw Ashley sitting there.

Don walked her to Lee's office, clearly intending to accompany her into the meeting. At the desk, Lee asked him, "Something you need, Pieters? No? Then I'm sure you have work to do." Don fumed at the casual dismissal.

Inside his private office, Max put her finger up to her lips to keep Lee from saying anything. She walked to his desk and moved the pile of papers leaning on his intercom. A bright yellow light indicated an open line.Max quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note about Ashley's eavesdropping.

Lee nodded, with a grin. "Mrs. Pieters, have you reached a decision about the job I offered you?"

"Yes," she answered, a tone of resignation in her voice. "Don convinced me it would be a good thing to do. Please, since we will be working so closely together, call me Max; and may I call you Lee?"

"That's fine. Your husband convinced you, you say. Is he worried about his job? He should be, with his attitude. What is his..."

"What do you mean, he should be? Are you thinking of letting him go? You can't, you mustn't...Please don't do that."

"Why not? In a few months, when we get the internet sales department established, his position will be superfluous. A VP to oversee a half dozen clerks and a couple of field salesmen. He'll be damned lucky if I don't downgrade his position to department head or even supervisor."

"No, please. I'll do anything you want, just don't change his position."

Outside, at her desk, Ashley's ears pricked up. She had heard a rumor that morning that dick head Pieters had somehow snagged Miss Goodie-two-shoes Carruthers, but hadn't believed it. Then her new boss had addressed her as Mrs Pieters, and here she was begging him to keep her husband's job.

Over the intercom she heard Lee's voice, with a quality in it that tweaked her pussy. "Anything? Define anything."

Max stammered, "Ah ah ah..."

"You know, I really enjoyed the sight of you in your wedding dress. It was, to say the least, intriguing, especially the visible dark areas which seemed to be part of your body. I'd like to examine those..."

"You can't be serious!"

"...so why don't you remove your dress?" Ashley's breath caught in her chest and her pussy gushed, Just at that moment, Don approached her desk. She quickly reached over and closed the intercom. 

"She's still in there?" Ashley nodded, not trusting herself to speak. "Tell her I want to see her when she's done," he ordered. Again, she nodded, and returned to the typing she had been doing while listening.

In the office, the twins had seen the light blink off and guessed someone Ashley didn't think should hear them had approached the desk. Max picked up the phone and dialed her old secretary, who was still stationed at her old office. "Thelma, who is Ashley talking to?"

"Your new husband, and she doesn't look very happy. Her face is all flushed and she's all fidgety. By the way, congratulations on your marriage. Will you taking time for a honeymoon soon?"

"It doesn't look like it, and I'll be coming back to work, as Mr. Brock's Assistant. Have you been reassigned yet?"

"Not officially, but I was asked if I could help your husband's team get caught up."

"Okay. Just keep mum about this conversation, please. I may have to sell my soul to get you back."

"Sure thing, Max. Uh, your hubby's leaving and doesn't look happy. And Ashley's eyeing the intercom. Remember, around her..."

"I know, Thelma. Thank you." Max hung up the phone. She looked at Lee with a grin. "Ashley was listening, and shut off the intercom so Don wouldn't hear us."

"It was interesting that she shut off the conversation when Don walked up. If everyone knows she eavesdrops..."

"Not everyone, just the secretaries, dad, and me. She gossips, but not around the bosses. I know because my secretary thought I should know, and I told Dad. We've been able to limit her exposure to sensitive business stuff. But I really don't think that would interest her. She seems to get a thrill out of sharing personal stuff she hears."

Lee grinned. "Then let's really give her something juicy to talk about." He reached over and hit the on button. He pulled Max to him so her butt was in his crotch, one hand holding one of her boobs, the other pulling up her skirt.

"What–Mr. Brock! What are you...No, not here, not now, not like this, please," she gasped out, immediately falling into the role. "Please, no...ohhhh, nooooo, please, don't ...no, not that, not there. Oh, God! Please stop, no, don't, no, no, no, Stop, please, pleeeeaaase, oh, god, nooooooooooooooungh."

After Max came on his hand, Lee gently caressed her labia and clit to gentle her down while they shared a kiss. As soon as she was able to walk, she opened the door and ran out, and left the office area. Ashley called after her, but Max paid no attention. 

Don, standing across the floor, talking to one of his agents, saw Max run out. He turned and glared at Lee, who simply shrugged when he saw Don's look. He turned to go back into his office and saw Ashley looking at him, breathing hard.

"Come into the office, please, Ashley."

Lee stood, resting his butt on his desk, looking at the young woman standing in front of him. On the tall side of average, Ashley had dirty blonde hair, and about thirty too many pounds spread over her five foot nine inches, giving her the appearance of a plump pigeon. 

She was bosomy, with a 38C bust. Unfortunately, her waist and hips were about the same size. The dark framed glasses she wore gave her face an owl-like appearance, but her washed-out-blue eyes gave the impression the intellect behind them was, to be kind, a bit dull.

"You were listening to my conversation with Mrs. Pieters." Lee made the statement flatly, not judging, not accusing, simply an observation.

"I...I...I'm sorry; it was an..."

"No, it wasn't. You turned on the intercom and then hid the fact it was on. You listened deliberately. I should have you fired. Do you know what kind of jobs you'd be able to find with that on your record?"

She shook her head, near tears. "Most likely the kind where you start standing on street corners waving down cars and wind up flat on your back in a cheap motel. Is that what you want?" She shook her head again, tears starting down her face.

"Then I can count on your obedience, honesty and loyalty from here on?"

"Oh, yes, sir! I'll do anything..." She stopped, remembering what she heard after the last woman in this office had said that. She blushed, bright red. 

"Yes," said her boss, with a predatory smile, "you will. Right now, we'll start with the truth. Why did you turn off the intercom when Mrs. Pieters was in here?"

"Mr. Pieters came to see if she was out yet. I didn't want him to know what you were doing to her, to keep from embarrassing her."

"That was considerate of you," he said, sarcastically. "How old are you?"

She swallowed. "T...Twenty, sir"

"You don't need to call me sir. Husband, boyfriend?" She shook her head no. "Virgin?" 




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02



She blushed again. "Y...yes."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Wh...wha...what?"

"Don't be coy, girl!" he snapped at her. "How often do you get yourself off?"

Barely above a whisper, she answered, "Two or three times."

"A week?"

She shook her head. "A day," she squeaked out.

Lee grinned. "Good." Ashley's head jerked up to look at him. "Pull your skirt up to your waist." Her eyes opened as wide as they could, in shock, but she reached down and pulled her skirt up, gathered at her waist. Lee walked to her and reached down to push his hand between her thighs. 

"Open," he whispered, sounding more commanding than if he had shouted at her. She moved her feet apart a few inches, enough for his hand to move in with his palm facing her thigh, rubbing against her pantie-covered slit. Her eyes closed in shame. He felt the moisture he expected there. He turned his palm up, forcing her legs to open further. He slipped his fingers in the side of the leg and sought her opening. The finger he slipped into her failed to find the barrier it sought.

"You use a vibrator?" Ashley moaned as his finger moved inside her quim, and nodded. "Would you like to experience the real thing, right now?" 

Her eyes opened to search his face. "Please," she whimpered.

"Whenever, wherever, whoever I tell you to, as long as we both work here?"

She hung her head, but nodded her agreement. Lee withdrew his finger and used it to lift her chin. Softly, he kissed her on the lips, then asked, "Are you certain, Ashley?"

She gave him a shy smile. "It's not like I have a line of men waiting outside my door. I'm not pretty, and I'm too much overweight. At least I won't have to rely on just my hand and toys for satisfaction, and," she said with a smile, "if I don't like it, I can quit, right?"

He shook his head. "Like I said, as long as we both work for Carruthers."

She took a deep breath. "I'm certain," a slight pause, "I think," she giggled.

Lee reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then pulled it forward, off her shoulders to reveal her breasts, so firmly supported they looked like they were armor encased. He opened the zipper between her breasts, and pulled the cups free of their burden. 

Her skin was nearly milk white; the breasts themselves, fairly conical, capped by two large strawberry colored and shaped areolas which quickly tightened into half inch long, nickel sized nipples with only a small areolar ring around their base. 

Lee lifted first one then the other, kissing and nipping each, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from their owner. He bent down to kiss her on the lips, opening them with his tongue. He moved his hands down her ribs, pushing her dress over her hips so it fell to the floor, leaving her in granny panties and stockings.

He broke the kiss and put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed down. Ashley was familiar enough with adult movies and internet porn that she knew what he wanted. "I've never...I'm afraid I'll bite you or something."

"To start, just kiss it all over. Start at the base, by my sac, and kiss and lick all around, moving toward the tip. Keep doing that until you feel like taking just the tip in your mouth." While she took out and acquainted herself with his cock, Lee sat back against the desk. The telephone rang.

"Lee Brock.

"Yes, worked like a charm. Umm, can't talk right now; I'm training my secretary in some of the more esoteric duties of her position.

"Mmhmm. Yeah, I'd say, eager, willing and enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I'll be glad to loan her to you sometime." Hearing that, Ashley moaned and took his cock into her mouth and pushed her face into Lee's pubes, forcing it down her throat, surprising both of them. She squealed in surprise generating a high frequency vibration around his crown. 

His appreciative moan encouraged Ashley to repeat it several times over the next few minutes, eventually triggering his expulsion of several tablespoonfuls of his unique sauce down her throat and into her mouth as she backed off. His last spasm deposited a large glob of cum on the bridge of her nose. Before swallowing what was in her mouth, she savored the flavor for several seconds, curious about it from her reading and her watching several videos. 

She sat back on her heels and looked up at her boss, the cum on her nose about to drip. "It isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I've heard other girls talking about the taste, and they describe it as a cross between rubber and fish. That was just sort of salty sweet." She reached up and wiped the sauce from her nose and into her mouth.

Lee laughed. "I'm glad you approve since you'll probably be doing that at least once a day, if not for me, then for a friend or visitor, unless you've changed your mind."

Ashley grinned, then frowned and removed her glasses. She inspected one of the lenses and laughed. "How'd that get there, I wonder," she said, wiping a pearly drop from the surface and depositing it in her mouth. She reached to lay them on the desk. "You said something about experiencing the real thing. Are we going to do that now, or are you going to make me wait some more?"

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment out of the building in fifteen minutes. I'll be back about four. Give me your panties and bra. From now on, you don't wear either at work. Buy yourself some tops and dresses with built in support. After work tonight, I'll inspect your desk and see if the modesty panel can be removed." 

Fortunately, Ashley was still on her knees. At his words, she felt her pussy gush again, and her knees began to feel tingly. From somewhere, she heard a loud groan, and didn't realize it was from her until Lee laughed.

He draped her dress over her head and helped her with her arms, then lifted her to her feet. "You'll be okay, kid. You might feel some pain, but you won't get hurt. Not permanently anyhow."

"Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuck," she moaned again.

His appointment was with Max, who met him at her father's kitchen door clad only in what Mother Nature had provided her some twenty-six years ago. While her lips milked his, she began to strip her twin brother. Between the two of them, they managed to nudify him in near record time. Less than five minutes after she opened the door, Max was on her back on the kitchen table, guiding her brother's cock into her waiting and hungry quim.

Like their sex on Saturday morning, this was almost pure rutting, but had the added benefit that it stemmed from their mutual love. Lee made sure he was hitting all of Max's pleasure centers both going in and pulling out. Max had her arms wrapped around his shoulders so tightly, he could barely breathe, and he had to ask her to ease up her leg grip so they could move.

She buried her head in his shoulder; "I'm sorry. I love you so much. This is just so much better than with Donald. Shit, you wouldn't think it would make that much difference. You're bigger, but not a lot, but it just feels...and the motion is the same, but...shit, I can't explain it. Just fuck me, Lee, please."

"No," said, kissing her. "Just fucking is what I do to Ashley. I love you, and I will 'love' you as often as you want me to, but never again will I 'just fuck' you."

Max looked at her brother, eyes aglisten with tears of joy. "Yes. Thank you, sweetheart. My love, my brother, my real husband," punctuating her epithets with kisses around his face. They ended sharing a kiss during which it seemed like their tongues were attempting to tie themselves into a knot. A few seconds after they broke from the kiss, they shared their first orgasms.

Without withdrawing, Lee carried his sister into the living room and sat on the loveseat, Max's legs straddling his. "Tell me about Ashley. What happened?"

He quickly recounted what he had done to the young secretary. "I don't think she's truly submissive. It's more like she's acting the way she thinks a submissive woman would act, but I think she does get off on being humiliated. She doesn't think much of herself. She said she's not pretty, but she could be.

"She needs to fix her nose, get rid of that hook; some make up lessons and new glasses, a new hairdo, and help picking out clothes. Most of the material is there, she just has to learn to package it; even her weight wouldn't be an huge issue, especially to big boob men."

"Have you thought about how she's going to fit into our plan?"

"After I insure her personal loyalty to me, and her sympathy toward you, I'm going to make her Don's secretary. The one he has now, Mrs Bridges, is nearly retirement age. Can you talk her into retiring early? Say in six months or so?"

"That shouldn't be a problem. Her husband is one of our CNC vertical lathe operators, and is due to retire at the end of the year. He wants to move down to Myrtle Beach and set up a fishing guide business. She's been looking forward to it for a few years."

They chatted a bit more, providing him with information about the company culture while they enjoyed a slow rocking fuck with Max kneeling over his lap, and Lee feasting on her boobs, adding to the ring of hickeys she sported. Their mutual orgasm was slow in building, and left them feeling inundated in love.

He got back to his office just after four. Ashley looked up expectantly, but he ignored her gaze and stalked into his office, looking angry. Just before four-thirty, when the other executives were preparing to leave, he bellowed her name through his open door, loud enough to be heard across the suite. 

She looked up and saw everyone in sight looking at her, some smirking; some puzzled; a few looking sympathetic. She knew her face was red, and she felt her pussy running like it always did whenever she was singled out for attention.

She entered Lee's office, her head down. Given his angry demeanor when he arrived, and the tone of his voice, she figured her 'experiencing the real thing' was no longer on Lee's agenda that afternoon. 

"Close and lock the door, girl, unless you want the world to walk in and see you getting fucked," she heard him say, flatly. Ashley gasped, and returned to close and lock the door. She had a hard time making her knees work. She leaned against the door for an instant to calm herself a little.

While she stood there, she was surprised when Lee's hands came around her and grasped her breasts by the nipples, pinching them in a delightfully rough manner. She moaned her appreciation. "I thought you..."

"Obviously, you were wrong. I get the impression you're often wrong, and persist in being wrong. Why is that? Do you 'want' to get spanked?"

Ashley's boobs throbbed and her pussy gushed again. She could feel the fluid running down her legs. She hoped it wasn't pee, but was afraid it might be. She felt Lee unzip her dress and push it forward off her shoulders, leaving her dressed only in her shoes and stockings.

He turned her around and shoved her gently toward the desk. There, he positioned her at the narrow end and pushed her to lean on it, supporting herself on her elbows. She heard him unzip his pants and a second later heard them hit the floor. His erection rode up her back as he leaned over her to move some papers away from his intercom. 

She looked up to see the light on the intercom; not the usual inter-office line, but the general line, the one used to communicate with all the offices at once. "Ohhhh, noooo," she moaned.

"What did you say?" Lee asked her, sliding his cock into her swampy quim.

"Unnnnggggghhh," was all she could muster, knowing her co-workers were able to hear everything that was happening, and would know she was here, getting fucked. On top of the sensation of her boss's cock stimulating her sensitive inner walls, her g-spot, and clit, the sense of humiliation quickly pushed her to orgasm. "Oh oh oh oh unh unh unh unh unngh gawd I'm I'm I'm coooommmmminggggg oh my gawd fuck meeeeee!" she cried.

Lee had already come three times that afternoon. Ashley's co-workers heard her scream through another orgasm as they left, some of them giggling (the youngest ones), some smiling (those slightly older, perhaps envisioning their own evenings), and some (the oldest group) shaking their heads (in disapproval, or, perhaps, envy). Had they been able to stay, they would have witnessed her third and strongest orgasm, not needing the intercom to be heard.

In his office, Lee pulled out of Ashley's no longer virgin cunt and turned her over on the desk. He bent down to kiss her as he re-entered her. Breaking the kiss, he reminded her, "Whenever, wherever, whoever I tell you," as he began furiously, forcefully thrusting into her. She nodded her agreement, unable to speak, holding him as tightly as she could. The sensation of his hot cream hitting her vaginal walls triggered her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. 

Before he pulled out of her, Lee grabbed a handful of tissues from the drawer next to them. He positioned it under her quim as she sat up, gasping, trying to catch her breath. It sounded like she was sobbing. Lee put his arms around her and held her to his chest. "Shhhh. Just try to breathe normally, kid. You'll be okay. That's a good girl," he soothed her, rubbing her back, kissing the top of her head.

When she could breathe again, she pushed him away. "You rat!" she sobbed. "You turned on the open channel on your intercom. They all could hear us. Everyone knows what you did to me. How can I..."

There was a knock at the door. "Lee! Are you in there?" it was his partner, Pete.

Lee bent down and pulled up his pants, then headed for the door.

"No! You can't..." hissed Ashley. She stopped when he bent and picked up her dress and tossed it to her. She stood up from sitting on the desk and turned her back to him. She hurriedly slipped the dress over her head when she heard him open the door.

"Lee," Pete began, but stopped when he saw the naked female form disappearing under the dress. "Oops," he laughed. "Excuse me. I can wait."

"That's okay; we're done, for now, aren't we, Ash?"

"Yes, sir; we can finish the dictation in the morning," she sniffled. "Good night, sir. Mr Adams." She kept her head down as she left the room, and so didn't see Pete's smile.

"You dog," Pete grinned. "The first day and you're bangin' the secretary already! What would your..." Lee put his hand up over Pete's mouth.

"Shhh. Nobody knows about my relationship with the company. I'm an axe man they brought in to help increase profitability. That covers you as well. What's up?"

"Just bringing you up to date. First thing I did was to go to all the secretaries and get a list of accounts their bosses had access to. They were all very helpful, especially Mrs Bridges, Pieters' secretary. Did you know, did anyone know there are two accounts that only he can access? They go back about ten years, apparently just after he made VP. 

"They started small, about 4 or 5 grand a month, in and out. Last month, he moved upwards of 90 large through them. I have to take a closer look, but at first glance, my guess, he's laundering money for someone."

"That motherfucker," Lee muttered. "Okay, Pete. Do what you have to do to make certain, but keep quiet about what you're looking for. I don't have a good handle on personal loyalties here yet, or how well he's liked. My guess is you'd get all the help you want, but...Any problem with Mrs Bridges?"

"None; in fact, it took her a few minutes of searching his computer to locate the account numbers. And, she apologized for taking so long."

"Any way to track where the money's going, so we can alert the proper authorities?"

"Depends how smart, and how distrustful they are. Usually, these payments go to some kind of dummy corporation or overseas account without any local ties. 

"I brought Rosa along to help me. She can follow a balance sheet and read ledgers. I'll put her on finding your Dad's problem while I track down this stuff. Jeremy Diamond is coming next week to look over the company and make some suggestions about branching out. He's one of the best for machine tools."

"Okay, Pete. Thanks." Lee gathered up his papers and briefcase. Walking out the door, he asked, "You brought Rosa, huh? Have you spoken to her dad? She told me he's real old school; and was a Green Beret, to boot."

---to be continued



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02



Then he took them into the living room, had them strip for him and come suck his cock. He showed them how they were going to suck every cock from then on, but had them do it differently from the way Lori was taught to do it. First they would lick it, and then take it as deeply into their mouth as they could. After the man started to cum and had spurted into their mouths, they would pull the cock out and let it squirt in their face, into their open mouths. Marcy was taught to lick the underside of the cock while it was coming in her mouth; while Linda was taught to have her face a bit closer and her open mouth just a bit under the head of the cock. This way when the cock was just dripping the last bit of cum, it would drip into her mouth. 

They would always wear deep red lipstick with gloss and nail polish while they were doing this, if possible. They would always be smiling, always be happy and excited about pleasing their man anyway he wanted and show it. After the man was finished squirting, they would clean his cock off with their mouth and tongues. Then lick up any left over or spilt cum. 

Doctor Angelo didn't think either Linda or Marcy were as good as Lori was, but then again, he didn't really care. Lori was the star. These two were just the extras. He thought it was hilarious when he found out that Marcy was working at a place where they supported women looking for abortions. He told her she could never have one herself, but should keep telling other woman they could. Even after she was pregnant.

Then, after Marcy blew him on the sofa, he turned them both over to Jimmy. Jimmy had them follow him down into the studio below and took a bunch of videos of them eating each other out, and posing with various objects and dressing up and such. The usual stuff. This went on until the guys came by.

Jimmy kept a refrigerator down stairs filled with different kinds of soft drinks. The guys came in and got some and thought it was great that two more girls were in this. They liked fucking Lori (the only name they ever knew her by) but it was starting to get old. These two new chicks looked great! Jimmy told them what he wanted them to do. That was even greater yet! Jimmy told them that later on, they could take them out on dates as well. In fact, that gave Jimmy another idea to play with.

Jimmy had shaved both of the girls pussy hair into a small triangle, with the arrowhead point aimed right at their pussies. It looked sexy as hell to him. It made them look naked, not just nude. He had tried to get Linda to shave her pussy like this before and she nearly spit in his face. Next time he was going to shave them both bare. Jimmy had some other plans for them like this as well. Some she was going to scream about when she found herself that way. Best of all, they would blame each other for it, not him!

What Jimmy had the guys do was pull Marcy up a carpet covered board and tie her feet with soft nylon white rope up to some hooks on the ceiling. She would have her shoulders on the floor, her back supported by the board which was propped up against a heavy block at about a 45 degree angle, and her legs spread wide apart. What this really did was keep her pussy lips pointed up towards the ceiling. 

One at a time, each of the guys was going to fuck Marcy's pussy until it was over flowing with cum. Jimmy started it out. All the time the guy's were fucking her, Marcy was asking for more cock, more cock, deeper, cum in me deeper, Please More! While Jimmy was fucking her, Linda was playing with her tits. She knelt over Marcy's face so she could lick Linda's pussy while she was being fucked. Jimmy came deep in her pussy, and then let Mark pick up where he left off. Then Jimmy had Linda clean off his cock with her mouth. Mark wet his finger and was sticking it in Marcy's ass while he fucked her. Finally, Mark came inside her pussy. Then Tom started in on her. Tom just loved to feel his cock inside the girls. Fucking girls like this was his most treasured fantasy. He came fairly quickly. He always did, but the look of pure joy on his face was worth the film.

Once again, Jimmy mounted her and came. Then Mark came in her, and then Tom came in her again. Jimmy felt she had about as much cum as she could hold in her pussy. At least enough to do what he wanted them to do. They left Marcy hanging like that, and put Linda on her back on a small weight lifter's table just four inches off the floor. Jimmy moved some of the portable cameras mounted on tripods around and adjusted the lights. They tied Linda's legs wide apart with some rope to some more hooks on the ceiling, and strapped her down onto the low table with a belt across her waist. They placed a roll pillow just behind the small of her back. This left her with her pussy facing straight up in the air. Jimmy knelt down, kissed her gently and whispered to her what they were going to do. Linda smiled a deep smile at him and nodded her head. Jimmy kept kissing her deeply. All the while he was doing this; Jimmy was playing with Linda's clit with his fingers. He got her hot and wet, then went up and put a spreader in her pussy lips to keep them wide open. He had Linda play with her own nipples to keep herself hot.

Very gently, they untied Marcy's legs, and pushed them together. They moved her to where, with Tom on one side and Mark on the other, her she was just almost above Linda's pussy with her own. Jimmy took one last look around, saw the cameras looked right, and said, "Okay Marcy, step over her and spread your legs apart." 

Marcy picked up her left leg and stepped over Linda. This placed her pussy right over Linda's spread open pussy. Right on queue, the cum started to flow in a solid stream from Marcy's pussy right into Linda's pussy. Jimmy pulled the spreader out and had Lind hold her pussy lips open after they started to close. When Linda's smaller pussy was filled to overflowing, they had Marcy close her legs, then hop up to Linda's face and open up again. This time the cum flow went right into Linda's waiting open mouth. All the while this was happening; Tom was kissing Marcy while Mark was sticking his finger up her ass. Marcy was holding her own pussy open for this.

When Linda had so much cum she could not keep up with the flow, they had Marcy lay down next to Linda and had them snowball the cum. They were kissing each other and passing the cum back and forth. Lots of it spilled out all over their faces. All the while, cum was leaking from both their pussies. 

Then they had Marcy lie down with her legs spread wide and Linda straddle her and let all the cum flow from her pussy back into Marcy's pussy, then her mouth. When Marcy got pregnant, Jimmy planned on leaving a picture of this shot (with out the guys) lying around her apartment so she could see how she got the cum in her pussy that got her pregnant. Then she would know the cum came from Linda. She would be all over Linda to tell her who she fucked and then fucked her up like this! And Linda would not have any more idea than Marcy would who the guy was. This would be after Jimmy broke up with Linda.

Then they had the girls eat as much of the cum out of each others pussies as they could. Finally, with both of their faces streaked with spilt cum, he had both girls stand next to each other, legs spread apart, and just watched as the cum slowly dripped out of their pussies onto the floor. The girls were leaning over, looking backwards through their legs, shit or should it be called, "cum eating smiles" on their faces while their pussies dripped cum. Their hair was falling down behind them both. This shot looked hot as hell.

When Doctor Angelo viewed the video of this, he knew they had another best seller on tape. He knew just where to market this one. And this was just their first night!

The rest of the week end went rather well. Jimmy had another idea that Doctor Angelo thought was a little too sadistic. Jimmy did not let the girls clean up when they finished with the cum scene. Instead, he had them lay down on the floor nude, and used gray duct tape and taped Marcy's wrists to Linda's ankles. Then he did the same thing to Linda. Lastly, he took the belt and put it around their waists. Neither of them could really move a lot. He told them to start eating each other out and don't stop until they were told to stop. Then Jimmy left them there like that and left the room. He told John he was going to leave them there like that all night, and maybe for most of the next morning.

"Is there some reason why you are doing this to them?" John asked with curiosity. "Yeah. I read about a guy that abducted two girls that were teasing him. He did this to them. He made them eat each other, then fucked them while they were tied up like that and watched them pee on each other. He taped the whole thing and told them he was going to show it to all their friends. I just thought I would love to see Marcy pee in Linda's face," Jimmy said, taking a drink of beer.

"Jimmy, I'm going to stop you on this one. How about instead you and I go down and fuck them while they are tied like that. We'll make the other girl suck our balls while we are fucking the pussy in front of their faces. I understand what you are doing, but keep in mind there are other things you can do to get even with them. Just think about Marcy's soon to be big belly. And how she is going to explain it to all her gay friends and family. Then the fact she will never know who the father of her kid is, or even how she got knocked up. No. What you are doing could bite us. Let's go cum in them instead," John said getting up from the sofa chair.

They went down and Jimmy stared to fuck Linda in the ass while John started to fuck Marcy's pussy. Then John pulled out and started on Marcy's ass. Jimmy got his wish anyway. Both girls ended up peeing while they were being fucked in the ass. Only when he came, John stuck his cock back in Marcy's pussy to keep it filled with cum. Both were sent to the shower to clean off. They were told to come back upstairs and eat when they were finished with their shower. 

When they were both squeaky clean from the shower, they sent Linda to bed while Jimmy took lots of photos of Marcy dressing and undressing, and posing in various postures. Many of these were nude and scenes with her fingering and inserting dildos in her pussy and ass. But not all of these were nude or even partially nude scenes. Many were just taken in regular street clothes and sometimes underwear. By tracking what was being downloaded off the "Lori Lee" web site, they found many of the most popular photos being down loaded were of Lori fully dressed and just smiling at the camera. In fact, the hottest download on the site was a picture of Lori wearing a short black skirt, very low cut red pull over top with her breasts showing down almost to where her nipples were covered. She was bending over with a sexy looking smile. Doctor Angelo thought this picture was being used as wall paper on computer screens and posters in young guy's rooms. While it oozed sex, a mother could not really object to it. So, since this is what the people wanted, they gave it to them. They took similar photos of both Linda and Marcy, just wearing different outfits. They also had one of Marcy where her left tit had accidentally fallen out of her top when she bent over. It really had been an accident. It was sexy as all hell, too.

While Linda was lying on the bed almost asleep, Doctor Angelo came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He took her hand in his, and told several things he wanted her to remember. Just as he had done with Cindy, he implanted several code phrases into Linda's mind. He had seen that he may have a problem with Jimmy being in control of them. He wanted a way to take them away from Jimmy if he had to do so. That's what he did with Linda. Linda came away just like Cindy did. The real love of her life was John, not Jimmy. But she would fuck and suck Jimmy anytime she was told to do so and without being asked if they were alone together. She would also get off his case about everything. She would be a smiling, loving girl for him.

When Doctor Angelo did this to Marcy, he implanted in her brain the same thing. He also implanted in her brain that her true love was John, but the father of her child was Jimmy. She would love Jimmy with all her heart when she found out she was pregnant. Jimmy was her true love above all others. She was never to tell him that she loved him until John was gone. Then she was to take Jimmy as her lover, her husband and the father of her children. He gave her a web site address to memorize. She was only to go to that site after John was gone from her life. It had both photos of Jimmy fucking her, cumming in her pussy, and her sucking him off. This would prove he was the father of her child.

Later as he was thinking about what he did, he knew that with Marcy after Jimmy like this, it would keep Jimmy busy avoiding her instead of letting him come after him. His past life told him to always make escape plans well in advance. Planning. Prior planning was the key. Jimmy didn't know it, but just before Doctor Angelo shut the operation down, he was going to get a dose of the chemical, and have it implanted in his brain he loved Marcy and Linda and wanted to be the father of both of their children. They should live together as a family. Linda was going to get pregnant before they were done. She was going to love Jimmy as well. Lori? He had not decided what he was going to do with her yet. But she would get something to remember this by. Something that would ruin her professional life. Actually, he had already done that. It would not be too much longer before it became known to her profession that she had become a real prostitute. 

That was payback for her. Doctor Angelo still wanted to do something to her boss. He was the one that directed her to do this to him. He still had to pay. Speaking of pay, the jewelry she would obtain during this would make her rich. That was for sure. It was also something she could not explain away. Then again, as smart an attorney as she was, it would not take her long to grab the income from her websites away from him. That was fine. He would have most of the money long gone and untouchable by that time.

Just after that thought, Lori called him on the phone. She was excited. She told him His Royal Highness really liked her and he gave her a very expensive necklace and a Rolex watch for John. John told her that was wonderful and to stop by the house with them both. He wanted to see how she looked wearing her new necklace.

Since it was late Sunday night and there was little traffic, it took Lori a little more than a half an hour to get to the apartment. She literally danced into the kitchen. She came in all smiles and first went up to him and kissed him deeply on her face. She looked great. She was wearing a five strand diamond necklace that looked fantastic on her bare open chest. Doctor Angelo thought she would have something like this. He was not expecting it to be so nice.

Lori literally pulled his pants off him and had his cock in her mouth so fast he almost fell out of the chair. Despite all the sucking his cock had during the weekend, he found it true than neither of the two girls could suck him like Lori did. When he came, he told her to leave her hands at her sides. Then he pulled his cock out and cum all over her necklace. When he was finished, he told her to clean him off but leave the cum on the necklace. She did so. Then he led her into the bathroom and told her to take off everything except the necklace. Lori was very surprised that he seemed angry at her. She was almost in tears because somehow she had displeased him, and she didn't know how.

Doctor Angelo had her kneel in the bathtub and then peed all over the necklace. His pee washed the cum off it. He did not pee in her face, but some splashed off the necklace on it. Then he told her to stand up, and he faced her to the shower head.

"After I leave the room, you may wash yourself off, dress, and come back out to the sofa with me." Then he just turned away and left her standing nude in the shower stall with nothing on except the necklace. 

Her head was hanging low now and she was barely holding back tears. She did as she was told, and came back and sat down next to him. She leaned over and kissed him and then sat back with her hands folded in her lap, looking down.

He looked at her for a minute then reached over and touched her hand. She looked up at him with apprehension showing on her face. He roughly pulled her close to him and hugged her.

"I am not upset with you or anything you have done. You did very well and you did what I told you to do. I'm just very upset that another man can give you gifts I can't match. My anger is directed at the gift you earned, not at you. Now then. You getting gifts like this is going to happen many times in the near future. I hope you enjoyed being with the prince, and more importantly made him happy," John said. 

"My Love, I made the prince very happy. I'm sure of it. He wanted me to stay longer, and I did reward him for the gift as you have told me to do. I'm afraid that I got so excited when he put the necklace around my neck, that as I was sucking his cock to say thank you . . . I . . ." she said stammering a bit and looking down.

"You what?" He said holding her back and looking at her.

"I peed a little bit on the carpet. Not much. But he did notice it and laughed at me. I was so embarrassed! I just looked up in his eyes and plead with them for his forgiveness. I know I blushed bright red. Then he came in my mouth and plunged his cock back deep inside it when I tried to take it out. I actually think I got it into my throat. I sure hope I did! I know I did several other times for him," Lori said with a few tears coming down her face.

"That's fine, dear. That's just the way a man likes it. Men love it when women get so excited about them that they diddle a little bit like that. Trust me; he was thrilled about it, not upset.

"He is only the first of many to come. They will all gift you like that. I hope you were as excited with him as you were when you came home. That is the way I want you to be. Now then. Just so you know to expect it. Whenever you bring home a gift like this one, I am going to do the same thing. Expect it. My cum and my pee washes off.

"Take your gift home and put it somewhere safe. It is almost as beautiful as you are. It looks very nice on you. If you ever meet the prince again for any reason, in this life or your other life, remember to wear it proudly. Not to do so is a very great insult to him. A personal insult. As a matter of fact, when you go back to work tomorrow, I want you to take the time and look up the customs of dealing with Middle Eastern royalty and the oil rich. You did very well. You will always get to keep the gift they give you. It's your pay for a job very well done.

"In fact, if you don't already have one, go to a bank and get a large safe deposit box. One you can put a large amount of jewelry in and keep it safe. Have it appraised, and contact your insurance agent. We can't let anything happen to your gifts. They have to be kept safe at all costs. Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said. This was a code phrase for her to go home, take a bath, then go to bed and not remember anything about what she had done.

"Lori, look at me," he said. This was another code phrase. It meant that he was going to give her an instruction she needed to remember.

"Lori, you need to remember the prince. You need to remember he gave you the necklace and he was a charming host. You will remember all the men that give you gifts like this, who they are, and the gift they gave you. You need to remember about getting the safe deposit box and the appraisals. When, and only then; when you can deal with why they gave you the gifts, you may remember the extreme pleasure you gave them and they gave you. Do you understand me?" he said very gently.




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02



Lori looked at him with a bit of confusion on her face, then a bit of understanding. "My Love, I like what I did with the prince. I have only been happier here with you in my whole life. I would like to remember both my time with him and more importantly, my time with you," Lori said with the same look of bewilderment on her face.

"Lori, you may remember what you did with the prince; you can remember that you love me with all your heart. You can remember that you have given yourself to me body and soul. You may not remember what you are doing here. Just that it is important to you, and fills a void in your life. Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said.

Lori looked at him, shook her head, smiled and stood up and kissed him good bye. She was smiling and was almost as happy as she was when she came in the kitchen from the hotel.

In the next several months, Lori Lee entertained no less than seven more men in the same way she had the prince. Each and every one of them was overjoyed at her performance. Each gifted her in a different way. She now had rings, bracelets and necklaces, watches and even a brand new Lexus. The new Lexus came about because when she went to leave for work the morning of one of her "romantic weekends" as she thought of them, her car wouldn't start. She told her lover she almost did not arrive because of her car. In just some of the small talk she always engaged them in; she said she was due to buy a new one anyway. It was just such a hassle doing it. So as she finished for the weekend, after strapping on her wrist a beautiful lady Rolex with diamonds all over it; he walked her out the front door of the hotel himself, by the doorman and around to the driver's side of a brand new top of the line silver Lexus. One of his men held the driver's door open, and her lover had her sit in the driver's seat and then handed her the keys. She actually cried because she could not thank him in the proper way. She kissed his hand and put it up to her face while she was crying. He kissed the top of her head and then walked away. 

When she calmed down, she drove back to the "studio" as she thought of it now. Just as with all the times before, John came and pissed on her watch. This time all she had to do was hold out her hand while he did it, and then wash it off in the basin. She told him about the car. He just told her to order new license plates and bring her old Lexus over here when she got a new battery for it. She asked if he was going to piss on the car, too. 

No. No sense pissing on a car. Then he did something else while he was looking at it. He opened the back door, told her to sit down and spread her legs, and then he pushed her panties out of the way. (She always wore thigh high stockings to these encounters held in place with garter belts now. It was sexy as hell.) And then he fucked her on the white leather back seat of her new car. He took her very tenderly. With passion. 

When he started so tenderly, Lori undid her dress and pulled down the top so he could have access to her breasts. She put her hands behind his head and pulled him into the car on top of her. They spent much more time fucking this way than either would have imagined. Lori ended up cleaning him off in the proper way, only before she finished, he became hard again. She took his cock in her hand, while she put her other arm around his neck, kissed him and asked him where he would like to cum in her at. 

"Bend over," he said.

Lori turned around in the back seat of her car, and pulled her dress up in the back. She knew she was not nearly wet enough in her ass to take him like this. She expected it to hurt. She could deal with it. Instead, he stuck his cock deep inside her pussy, and started to pump away at her. Just before she thought he was going to cum, he pulled out and then stuck his cock in her ass. It hurt at first going in, but soon she was pushing her ass back and meeting his thrusts. 

"Deeper... Deeper... Oh please come in Deeper," Lori said pleading to him.

Finally, with one huge push into her ass, he came. He came more this time than he had in a long time. She knew it right away. He could only stand there pulling her ass out of the backseat of the car and pushing his cock as deeply into it as he could. He stood holding her here like this for several minutes. Finally, his cock shrank down and came out of her. Lori turned around to clean his cock off the way she had been told to do months before. Where it had been made no difference to her.

Only this time, John backed away from her, helped her out of the back seat, and into the driver's seat, kissed her on her lips and told her, "Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said.

She looked at him with questioning eyes, and then he closed her door and walked back into the kitchen. She started the car, opened the garage door and drove out of the place and went home. She was surprised he did not let her clean him off. She didn't understand his actions tonight. She was also a bit uncomfortable with the cum oozing out of her ass. She took some tissues from her purse and put inside her dress to catch what she could of it.

Doctor Angelo went back into the house and made himself a stiff scotch. He could not understand why he broke the training rules, either. He was getting worried that he was falling in love with her. That couldn't happen. That couldn't be allowed happen at all.

The other plans had been going along very well. Linda and Marcy had stared in many of their own movies, photo shoots and lately, it seems Jimmy had started a new sideline business with them as well. Since he was more or less done with them, he let Jimmy have them. Jimmy didn't know it, but Doctor Angelo was preparing to close up shop. He had more than met his original goal. Sales of Lori Lee's pictures, and movies had made him more than even he could dream about. More was coming in everyday. It was all funneled into bank accounts and all he had to do was make withdrawals of the money.

Most of all, his selling Lori's services to the prince's as he thought of them had paid off the most. They were willing of pay much more for her services than he ever dreamed possible. If he had known what he could have gotten for her by prostituting her ass out to them before he went to the time and expense of making the pictures, he would have trained her to do that alone. It was too late to do that with her now. But he could find some other hot chick somewhere and train her to do it. He was thinking about doing that from Switzerland. He was thinking about training them, then selling them. He had been offered a lot for Lori. Each time he told the prince that was not possible, but that in the future he would contact them about a woman that it would be possible to obtain that would be just as well trained as Lori Lee. He had several offers of financial assistance to help this happen.

He had one more thing to accomplish here with Lori Lee before he left. Only one more thing.

Doctor Angelo felt Jimmy humiliated the two girls more that he thought he should have. Jimmy took them both to visit a tattoo and piercing shop one Saturday evening. They both came back with rings in their nipples, with a chain going across from ring to ring; navel pins; and a ring through their clits. 

There were now tattoos of a black widow spider on Marcy's right upper breast, a web pattern with another spider on a web on her lower back, a spider's web all around her navel, around her left upper arm and right ankle. Linda had a butterfly tattoo on her upper right breast, butterflies surrounding her navel, on her upper left shoulder in the back, around her left arm and on her right ankle. 

Both of the women had tattoos right over their pussies. Linda's said "cum in here" with an arrow pointing to her pussy; while Marcy's said "cock's cum here" with an arrow pointing to her pussy. Doctor Angelo thought this went too far. He could live with the tattoos and pins, but not the final assault on there pussies. That took it a little too far. Jimmy just got too carried away with his power over them. He was selling their asses now, too.

Jimmy paid for the art work, but the girls did as well. All the while they were in the tattoo parlor; they were sucking and fucking all comers. Jimmy video taped the whole thing. That was where Jimmy got his great idea about opening up his own business on the side. 

Jimmy found out were two really hot private night spots were. He took the girls, dressed in low cut pull over blouses, leather short mini-skirts and high heels with nothing under it to the private men's clubs. He took the girls to the hot spots, and watched as they fucked and sucked about fifty different men each in both places. They were in them for about four hours each night. Jimmy got paid $2,000 an hour for each of their services. The club managers wanted them back as often as possible. In fact, if Jimmy brought them in on Club Night, they would pay him an extra $10,000 plus the hourly fee. That was for ten hours work. He shook on it with out any thought at all. He sat on their purses (which had a concealed video camera in one of them) and taped it all. 

When the weekend was done, Jimmy took them both home and tossed them in bed with each other. Jimmy was not dumb. The night he took them to the tattoo parlor, and then to the clubs, she told Linda he was going to be out of town working for the weekend. He was packed and ready to walk out the door when the drug took a hold of her. He stayed in the car while Marcy came into the apartment. He gave her ten minutes to drink her doctored drink, that Linda gave her and then he went in and found them both sitting on the sofa under the influence of the drug. 

He had them both dress in halter tops and short leather mini-skirts with nothing else on under them and took them to the tattoo shop. They were there over six hours. Then Jimmy took them to the clubs and filmed them doing all the guys. Marcy should really be knocked up after this. When they were done late Sunday night, Jimmy dropped them off at Linda's apartment and went to spend the rest of the night at the studio. 

He was not going to come back to Linda's place until late Wednesday night. That gave the girls until then to try and understand what happened to them. They were told they had to properly care for their new piercing and they could not remove them. They just would not know how it all got there. Jimmy planned to be extremely surprised when he found Linda like this. He also told them both that when he came back from his trip, both Linda and Marcy had to show him what had been done to them. They had to do it in front of each other as well. This was when they were not under the influence of the drug.

It was when John found what Jimmy had done to the two girls that he decided to end it with Jimmy. Jimmy had gone too far this time. But he had given him an idea on how to end it with Lori. End it in such a way she could never fight what happened to her, or forget what she had become. She was now a prostitute. A high paid one, but a prostitute no less. He felt she should have some constant reminders of her new status in life.

Besides. He had already made more money off of Cynthia Anne Hollingsworth than he dreamed was possible. It was time to cut and run. She was at the limit he felt save to give her the drugs. One last dose, and instructions to forget him and to visit the websites where she was bare in all her glory, then he would be gone. Of course, he would have some very recent pictures of her there before he told her how to find her site.

Correction, he thought. He and all the money would be gone. After all, one shouldn't forget that revenge is a dish best served cold.



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 03



This opens three months after the wedding. If you haven't read the earlier parts, this won't make any sense, so you should do that now. Go ahead, we'll wait. Votes and comments (especially comments) welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7

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The sun was bright and warm; the wind, brisk and chilly. The hills surrounding the small city were bright with the reds and oranges of fall from the hardwoods on the hillsides. It was a beautiful October day.

Rosa Montero pulled her light overcoat tighter around her and hurried into the building, moving against the stream of workers leaving at the end of the work day. She was heading for the usual Friday meeting with Lee Brock and Pete Adams, except that Pete wouldn't be there.

He was tracking down information about the accounts they were investigating, in Niagara Falls, Erie and Cleveland. She was a little worried about him. Some of the connections he was looking into might not like being investigated. By anyone.

She walked into the office area which looked deserted. She could see Lee's door was open and headed to it. When she entered the office Lee was just zipping his pants; his secretary, Ashley, was at his feet, naked, on her knees, bent over with her forehead resting on the floor, trying to catch her breath.

"Oh! Excuse me; the door was open and..." Rosa started.

Lee looked at the door and smiled. "Ahh! Rosa, come on in." Ashley looked up, shocked. She looked around frantically for her dress. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, facing Rosa. He bent and whispered an order to her to keep her hands to her sides. She whimpered, but complied.

Over her shoulder, Lee watched the young Latina, watched as her eyes took in Ashley's form, her nudity, the glisten of vaginal juices reflecting off her thighs; he watched as she unconsciously licked her lips as her gaze lingered on the blonde's breasts and pubes. 

"Beautiful, isn't she?" he asked as he moved from behind Ashley and walked to stand by his visitor, carrying his secretary's dress. Rosa nodded, afraid to trust her voice to speak. "Would you like to have her?" he whispered to her, just loud enough for Ashley to hear.

Ashley groaned. 

Rosa nodded. 

"Do you want to pleasure her, or be pleasured by her?"

Rosa looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes. "I...I don't know; I've never..."

"I'm pretty certain neither has she." He looked at the blonde, the moisture on her legs now evident all the way to her knees. "Have you ever eaten another woman, poonani?"

Ashley felt her nipples tighten and her pussy open up even more. The first time Lee had called her poonani she hadn't known what it meant and had to look it up on the Internet, causing her to nearly orgasm at her desk. With another woman in the room, she felt the need to object. "I am not a poonani. I am more than just a vagina," she said quietly, but firmly.

"Yes, you are," agreed Lee, with a smile, "but right now, that is the only part of you that counts, that and your tongue. Just like when I'm fucking you, the only part of me you are interested in is my cock. Now, have you ever eaten another woman? Answer me!" he ordered her, sharply.

Ashley felt herself shrink into herself at Lee's words. She shook her head, no. "But you've had your pussy eaten, haven't you? Know what feels good, what you like. Right?" She nodded. "Good; show Rosa."

Rosa looked at him and gasped. "Lee, I...I...I don't know...I can't, not with you here." 

"Of course you can. If you want, I'll blindfold you so it will seem like you're in a dark room with an unknown lover. Full of kink, even more exciting."

While they were talking, Ashley had been busy unfastening Rosa's slacks and pulling them down. Then her panties, revealing a short, full bush surrounding a small, delicate slit. Lee pushed one of the upholstered side chairs behind Rosa and pressed her to sit. While Ashley took off her boots and clothes, he went into his private washroom and came back with a terry towel, which Ash pushed under Rosa.

Rosa was still trying to object when Ashley bent forward and began to caress the Latina's outer lips with her tongue. Rosa's eyes flew open in surprise. "Ohhhh!" The second touch had a similar reaction. Ashley's third tongue stroke pressed between Rosa's outer lips and pushed them open. She stopped when she reached Rosa's clitoris, and gently lapped at that tiny nexus of pleasure. 

Rosa thrust her hips at Ashley's mouth, sending the chair flying backward, out from under the small woman. Ashley quickly caught her hips and supported her as she was lowered to the floor. Even then, Ash's tongue didn't stop in its assigned task. Lee moved to help support Rosa in her journey to the floor. 

Her arms went around his hips, pressing her face into his semi hard cock under his trousers. She looked up at him. "Please. Please take it out. I...I need..." Her hands moved to unfasten his belt. He let her continue until his bare cock, fully erect was pointing at her face. She looked fearful, but opened her mouth and slid it over the head of his cock. He felt her tongue begin to caress his coronet. Slowly she began to move her head in time with the thrusting of her hips into Ashley's face.

Lee fell to his side and pulled Ashley's hips around so he could kiss her pussy. She let out a moan of surprised appreciation and spread her thighs to give him better access. On some level, she was aware that this was the first time Lee had ever actually caressed her to arouse her, to give her pleasure. It stirred her to work harder to pleasure the small brunette under her tongue.

Ten years ago, when she was thirteen, Rosa had been lured into their basement, tied up and forced to submit to a teenaged neighbor and his mentally challenged brother. This was the first time since then anyone except medical personnel had touched her vulva, or that she had handled a penis, even a baby's.

Lee suddenly became aware of a total lack of motion on his cock and braced himself for the expected explosion of motion. Rosa surprised him. When her orgasm struck, she attempted to curl into a fetal position, driving his cock deep into her throat. Almost immediately, she straightened out, maintaining suction on his member until he heard it pop like a cork out of her mouth. It was enough to trigger his release. He felt his cum blasting from his staff and wondered where it was going.

Almost at the same instant, Ashley emitted a loud squeal, signifying her climax, and straightened her legs, driving him away from her quim as she lay there, shaking, her mouth still fastened to Rosa's kitty.

As soon as he could take a deep breath, Lee sat up and looked at the two women. Ashley was breathing normally and smiling, lying there with her eyes closed, her head pillowed on Rosa's thigh. Rosa was still gasping, the left side of her face and chin splattered with his emissions. He reached out and patted Ashley on the stomach. 

"Ashley, sweets, can you move?" he asked her, speaking softly.

"Mmmmm," she replied, her eyes still closed.

"Can you get us some warm wash cloths from the washroom? I'd appreciate it, please."

She sat up and made a show of looking around. "Where is he? What'd you do with him?"

Lee laughed. "With who?"

"With my boss? The guy who threatened to turn me into a streetwalker." 

"He's been re-assigned, but he can be back Monday, if you want him to be." Ashley looked at him, a question clouding her eyes. "Monday," Lee said. "Right now, we need some warm wash cloths." She nodded and jumped to her feet. A few minutes later she was back with three damp cloths, one soapy.

Lee had used tissues to wipe his fluids from Rosa's face. He next used the soapy cloth to gently wash away the residue, and one of the damp ones to wipe away the soap. Throughout his ministrations, she acknowledged his efforts with quiet moans of appreciation. 

When she handed him the final cloth, Ashley asked, "Lee, do you need me to stay any longer?" He looked up at her and, smiling, shook his head no.

"No, we're fine now, Ash. Thank you for your help."

"Yes," came a small feminine voice. "Thank you, Ashley; that was... Thank you. Maybe someday, you'll let me repay you."

Ashley blushed. "I think I'd like that, Rosa." She turned to look for her dress. Lee rose and found it for her under the love seat, and helped her put it on. 

He moved behind her to do up the zipper, and when he was done, gave her an affectionate slap on the fanny. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "Have a good weekend," he said, returning the smile. 

Ashley pulled the office door closed behind her, flashing the others a knowing smile as she left. Lee turned back to look at Rosa, still lying on her back on the floor. Barely topping five feet, she looked like a teenager. An image bolstered by her slim build, accented by what the ad-men called barely-B boobs, which looked large on her small chest. A luxurious thatch so black it looked blue nearly filled the area between her thighs. As Lee gazed at her, she opened her legs slightly, as if extending an invitation. 

He reached down and took her hands to pull her to her feet. Pressing her back into the chair he had moved behind her earlier, he dropped to his knees. "Wh...what are y...y...you d...do...doing?" she stammered.

Lee grinned. "Returning the favor," he replied and dipped his face between her thighs.

"Y...you d...don't...ohhhh nooooo, oooohhhh gaaaaawwwd, yessss," she cried as his tongue found her pleasure button. Lee grinned wider and looked up at her. Her head was back; her hands tangled in his hair; her legs spread as far as the chair permitted.

From her silence and lack of movement, Lee judged she was about ready to climax. He pulled away from her and stood up, picking up the petite brunette, and carrying her to the love seat against the wall. Sitting down he gathered her legs on his arms to push them over his shoulders. He picked up the small framed woman by her buttocks and lifted her off his lap. He crossed his legs under him and sat Indian style, his staff rampant, pointing straight up. 

He lowered Rosa slowly until she made contact with his cock. Her eyes flew open. "No, no, I can't. I...ooooh, shit that feels sooo gooood," she moaned as she slid down his shaft, bottoming out when their pubes made contact. Her head slumped forward to rest on his shoulder. "Oh, fuck! This is so wrong, but it feels so goddam good. Damn you, Lee! Now what am I going to do?"

"What do you mean? What's the problem?"

She laughed. "You mean besides fucking my boss? That isn't enough? Well, just before he left, Pete asked me to marry him. I promised him an answer when he gets back tomorrow night. It was going to be yes, but now I don't know. After I tell him about this, he may not want me anymore."

"Don't tell him; I'm not going to. Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck, no! I was raped when I was thirteen. This is the first time since then I've let anyone touch me. Not even Pete. I've wondered what I was missing. I'm afraid, now, I might go a little wild..."

"Go wild with Pete. Take him to bed tomorrow night and tell him yes. This will be our secret, never to shared with anyone else. I promise," he said, crossing his heart and smiling.

"And will I have to 'pay' you to keep it secret," she asked, a smile dancing in her eyes.

With an exaggerated 'English noble' accent, he replied"Milady, I am hurt that you would consider me capable of such miscreancy." His face exhibited a pout, quickly changing to a smile, "however," he went on, in his normal voice, "if you want to enrich my life with a little poonani, I wouldn't object."

"Poonani? What the fuck is poonani? I heard you call Ashley that."

"It's urban slang for vagina, worse than pussy, not as bad as cunt."

"So, you'd fuck your partner's wife, and take a chance on ruining the company you two have worked so hard for," she said, squirming. "I have to move my legs, Lee. I'm sorry. Just scoot forward so I have room to move them behind you."

She adjusted her position. Her eyes opened wide and she looked down at their juncture. "Wow, it looks the same, but it feels like you shrank about two inches." She pulled back a few inches, then pushed forward, embedding his rod in her. "Unnnghhh. Oh, damn, that was a mistake." 

She looked Lee in the eye. "Fuck me, Lee. Just lay me down and fuck the bejeebers out of me." She put her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "I'll be a good wife for Pete, and give him lots of babies, but first, I want to know what I've missed all these years."

Lee raised her face and covered her mouth with his, invading her with his tongue, engaging hers in a duel. Rocking on his ass, he was able to turn them so he could lay her back on the love seat, and he began to slowly fuck her quim. She thrust her hips back at him, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling them to her. 

It took nearly a half hour before Lee exploded in her vagina. Rosa lost count of her orgasms. After her first, the only one that mattered to her was the one she had with Lee, when he sprayed his seed all over her inner walls. 

While they were dressing, Lee asked why she had come to see him. She laughed, embarrassed that she had forgotten the purpose of her visit. "I'm sorry, it's not really funny, just, I almost forgot why I came to see you. 

"I've been over your financial and accounting records four times and can't find anything questionable. All monies assigned to projects stay with them; all monies expected from projects have been received and recorded. All the income and outflow balance, leaving the company's bottom line right where it says it is. 

"Right now, if you were to ask me under oath, I'd have to say the books are fine, the company's healthy, and, except for whatever Pete is pursuing, Don's lying about rigging the books."

Lee looked up at her, searching her face, for what he didn't know. His mind was racing, processing what she had just said, comparing it with what he knew of Don and the company. "That son of a bitch! That mother fucking son of a bitch! That conniving bastard!" he swore softly. 

"Think of it. It's almost perfect. There's something you want, somebody you want, who doesn't have any idea you're interested in them. You know someone they care about; know something, someone who makes them vulnerable. You go to your target person and tell them you have the ability to hurt their loved one if they don't cooperate. What can they do? There's no evidence, just a verbal threat.

"Don has a reputation for operating just on the boundary of ethical behavior, cutting corners, giving expensive gifts to buyers' agents to get them to nudge their clients toward us. He may not be the most socially polished person around, but he has a rep for delivering the goods, doing what he says he'll do. 

"And so Max believed him." He shook his head, as if clearing away mental cobwebs.

"What have we learned about his stock ownership and the proxies?"

"He personally owns ten and a half percent of the outstanding common stock; we've identified proxies he controls representing another thirty five percent. The stock is owned by a number of small investors who appear to be long time friends and associates of Ian's. 

"A couple we asked said Don approached them, saying it was on Ian's behalf, to get their proxies to avoid some kind of problem with the SEC, some new ruling about owners and monopolies. It supposedly was so confusing they gave him control based on his claim the request came from Ian. We're in process now of mailing out new proxy assignments for them to return, giving control back to the family.

"The last five percent he appears to control seems to be tied to his money laundering scheme."

Lee nodded. "Sounds like him from what I've learned. Thanks, Rosa. You've been a big help." He walked to her and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Pete's a lucky guy." Rosa blushed at his compliment. He grinned. "I knew I'd regret leaving him and you together in Cedar. I'm already regretting my promise to not expect more." 

She blushed some more. "Me, too," she said softly, looking up at him.

Lee thought a minute. "What if...No, forget it. That would just screw up your relationship, big time."

"What?"

"What if you walked in and caught Pete screwing Ashley? Then if you did me at the same time, he couldn't object."

"And it would show him the consequences of screwing around. Could you get Ashley to do it?"

"Oh, yeah. She's not the problem. Pete'll be the problem. He can be a little old-fashioned sometimes."

"Tell me about it. He wanted to go ask my dad for my hand; thought Dad had been a Green Beret, for some reason." She looked at Lee, a small, knowing smile on her face. "Where would he have gotten such an idea, I wonder.

"But don't worry about him resisting Ashley. Just do to him what you did to me. I'm sure he'll cave. I'll be here Monday, a little after five. Just don't mention me and him getting married."

After seeing Rosa to her car, Lee returned to his office and sat, contemplating her information and the conjectures she had made. After several minutes he picked up his phone and called his sister.

"Hey, Max, it's me. Don home? No? Good. Want to have dinner with me? I'm at the office and can pick up some fried chicken on the way home. Hmmh? Just had an interesting chat with Rosa. Looks like we'll regain control of the company in a couple of weeks and get Dad the excuse to get rid of your ball and chain. I'll tell you about it over dinner. Can you spend the weekend? Waffles for breakfast tomorrow. With sausage and applesauce. Love you, too. See you in a bit."

Max pulled into Lee's driveway right behind him, in her brand new Mercedes wagon, an AMG E-class. He admired her sylph-like body as she stepped out of the car, noting that she looked like she had put on a few pounds since the wedding in July, most of it in her abdomen. He waited for her by the front fender of his Jeep. She was all smiles as she walked up to him.

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, greeting him with a quiet hello, and lifting the package she was carrying. "I brought some wine to have with dinner. An inexpensive, but nice merlot from Bulgaria. I hope it's okay."

"With the Colonel's chicken, anything is okay; What was that beer they used to sell--Stale Pale India Ale, the only beer with the foam on the bottom. Even that would have been okay. How are you? Enjoying your 'break?' Don doesn't come around to talk when you're not there."

Max had taken two weeks off from work to set up house for her and Don. Right after the wedding, they had done some house hunting and found a large five bedroom neo-Federal style brick home on the eastern side of the small city, near the Country Club and golf courses. 

"I'm fine; actually having fun spending his money. He complains, but I remind him he needs to make a good impression on the people he wants to meet. The only way to do that is to look successful. And in this town, with all the oil millionaires, the only way to do that is to spend like it doesn't matter. I knew there was a reason I didn't like a lot of people here."

They had made their way to the kitchen while they were talking. He set his packages down and put his arms around her. "Well, when we're done, we don't have to stay." He pulled her close, noticing, again, the fullness in her waist. "Are you putting on weight? There seems to be a little bit more of you than there was when we drove back."

She gave him a sly smile. "A little, but it'll be gone sometime around the middle of next April. Well, sort of gone; it should still be around, crying to let us know his or her needs."

He looked up, catching her eyes, and gasped. "You're..." He paused. "Is that happy news?"

She leaned forward and touched her forehead to his and rubbed his nose with hers. "I guess that depends on how you feel about being a daddy."




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 03



His smile challenged hers for lighting up the city. "Oh, Babe! I... I... I don't know what to say." His lips sought and captured hers, their tongues engaging. "God, I am so happy. When... you said mid-April." He counted backward on his fingers. "Mid-July; so when you came out to get me, or on the trip back?"

She nodded. "Probably, but I'm pretty sure it's yours, ours. I made Don use a condom, or I've used a diaphragm, every time I let him do it. Still, he thinks it might be his because I punched a hole in the rubber he used on our wedding night.

"Now, what's this about regaining control of the company. Sit; let's eat while you fill me in."

"Okay, but is it okay for you to drink wine? I've heard..."

"I know. My OB says a glass of wine once or twice a week won't hurt. The problems come when its once or twice a couple of times a day." She sat down and poured them some wine. "Tell me."

Lee shared what Rosa had told him about the books, and his deductions, based on what he had learned about Don. "That lying mother-fucker," she whispered. She looked up at her twin. "Can I cut off his prick, like that woman, Lorena Bobbit? Please?"

Lee laughed. "I'm tempted. But I think there are ways where you won't go to jail. How are you doing with his bankroll?"

"Well, you saw the car. Top of the line, and paid the salesman's first asking price. Same with the house; probably paid eighty or ninety thou too much, but he didn't argue about it. 

"When I got to look at all his accounts, at least the ones he'd let me see, he had a net worth close to half a mil. Our stock is about a third of what it was when you took over. Then there was the furniture and decorating, landscaping, my new 'suitable' wardrobe, the wine cellar, pre-paid contracts for housekeeping and landscape maintenance. Oh, yeah! His new car. Considering the fair market retail of the property, he's still got about 300K in reserve."

Lee grinned. "A quarter mil in three months. Not bad, Sis. Glad you're not pissed at me."

She smiled at him as she tore off a bite of chicken. "You said we could have control back in a few weeks; and get rid of Doofus. Spill it."

He related what Rosa had told him about how Don had fraudulently gained control of the proxies, and the share holders agreeing to re-assign control to the family.

"That shit! Are you sure I can't cut his cock off? I'll do it with a spoon, so he feels every millimeter. Please!"

"Sorry, Sweetie, but I think I have a better plan. I just have to wait and get the information Pete is looking for." He drained and refilled his wine glass. 

"You up for a video. I've got that film about the girl with a tattoo, takes place in Norway."

"Sounds good. Do you have something to put the leftover chicken in?"

"Just a plastic bag. I'll take your plate. Coffee? Tea?"

She looked at him with a smile, waiting for the tag line. When it didn't come, she pushed out her lower lip, pouting. His laugh was quickly joined by hers. He walked to her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Maxie. More now than ever. I can't wait for all this shit to be over. Hopefully, it will be water under the bridge by the time little whoozis is born. Then we can be together as a family."

She buried her face in his neck. "Me, too, Lee. When can I file for divorce, and what reason?"

"Call Dad's lawyer Monday. Go talk to him and get everything ready. Then he can file it at a moment's notice when we're ready." He led her to his bedroom.

"I thought you said we were going to watch TV."

"We are. This is where the cable outlet was installed. It's only awkward on first dates, or when I have married friends over. Awkward or interesting." 

Max laughed. "I imagine so, especially if the husband falls asleep." Lee smiled, saying nothing. "You dog. Go get my bag. It's in the back seat."

The TV screen showed Lisbeth tossing Mikael's gift in the trash and speeding away on her bike. Max rolled over in Lee's arms, her bare breasts scraping across his chest. "Do you think there are really people like that?" she asked, then laughed. "Are there people like that? Like I have to ask! Shit! I live with one."

"Not much longer," he said moving in for a kiss. His hand drew her ass closer to him, while the other slowly caressed her back and shoulders.

"Mmmm," she mewled. "You can keep that up all weekend."

"I will, if you stay."

"Did I say I had to be anywhere?"

"When is your husband due back?"

"Monday morning is when he usually gets in, especially when he goes to Buffalo like this weekend. He says he likes to have room service bring him breakfast in his room. Makes it feel like pure luxury, he says. So, you're stuck with me all weekend, including Monday breakfast."

"Damn, now I'll have to cancel all those other women." He grinned and pulled her thigh over his naked hip, opening her to his rapidly expanding cock.

"I'm glad to see part of you, at least, is pleased," she said, smiling, gently biting his lower lip. She reached down and gently stroked his burgeoning member, and guided it to her opening. "Sally, my OB, says we should be able to keep this up, after a fashion, until the beginning of March; we just have to be careful about positions."

"What does that mean for the office?"

"I think it's time to get Thelma and her daughter involved. Teesha, the young black woman who delivers the mail, has been caught reading some of the personal type mail that has come in. Technically, all mail is subject to supervisory scan, but for her to do so is reason for disciplinary action. 

"She's been warned twice, and can be fired if there's a third time, and there has been. I've been asked at least three times to speak to her, but have sent the message through her mother. Thelma said she barely made it through high school, more because she's lazy than not capable. Still,if she's fired for snooping, the only kind of work she'll be able to find is stoop labor during farming season. 

"Thelma's more worried about her being unsupervised during the day than she is about the money. I'm pretty sure she'll try to bargain with you to try to keep her on, but I don't have any idea how to approach Teesha." 

While they had been talking, Lee had been gently rolling his hips slightly, moving his rod an inch or two in Max's tight channel, rocking his pubic bone against her clit. At the same time, with the back of his knuckles, he had been lightly stroking the nipple on her exposed breast. As she had been talking about Thelma and Teesha, her voice had begun to falter, and her breathing, become ragged.

She pulled Lee tighter to her and tried to roll over on her back. "It's time to get serious about this, now. I'm right on the edge of coming. Fuck me, sweetheart. Nowowowow! Yessss! More—ore—ore—oooorrrrre!" she screamed as her climax engulfed her. 

Lee stopped his thrusting when Max collapsed and let her legs fall to the bed. He squirreled his arms under her and lowered his body, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, his chest resting on hers. Her arms tightened around him, returning the hug. "Hold me tight," she whispered, pressing a damp cheek to his. 

"Tears?" he asked.

"Happy tears. Love tears. Good tears," she replied, kissing him. "You didn't come?"

"No, that was just for you. I'll get mine in a bit."

"Promise?" she asked, with a wide smile, "'cause I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

"Mmhm, I promise. Next time, both of us." he bent down and slipped his tongue between her lips, capturing her lower lip. 

"Mmmm," she moaned softly, and began to push her hips up toward him.

He returned the motion, and began to duplicate the actions of his rod with his tongue in her mouth, eliciting a laugh. Max broke the kiss and pulled him tightly against her, grabbing his earlobe between her teeth. "Now," she mumbled around it. "Fug me hahd add faaas!"

She could feel his chest shake with his laugh as he increased his speed and the power of his thrusts into her pussy. "Yehhhhs," she groaned.

"C'mon, girl, you ready to do it? Hmmh? C'mon, It's time! Do it do it do it come on do it do it do it do it go go go go go gooooooooo! Uuuunnnnnggh!" She felt his hot fluids splash against the end of her sheath, triggering her own release. 

"Uh uh uh uh uh ugh ugh ugh ugh ah ah ah ah ah arrrrgh!" was all she could articulate. Her legs grasped his hips, pulling him into her, while her own began the instinctual thrusting designed to milk every bit of seed from the organ inside her. "Ahhhhhmmmmmm," she sighed as she relaxed back into the bed, holding her lover tight to her breast.

With a deep sigh, Lee rolled to his side, keeping his flagging dick inside his sister's warm tunnel, pulling her onto her side, still wrapped in each other's arms. In a few minutes, they were asleep.

Sunlight and a full bladder woke Lee in the morning. Pulling away from his sister, he found his foreskin was still in the grasp of her labia, glued to them by dried semen. Her disappointed moan was accompanied by a mild tightening of her arms around his shoulder.

"Gotta go, babe. Gotta go."

"Mmmokay. Hurry back; 'Slonely here w'out you," she mumbled, half awake.

He was back in a couple of minutes. As soon as he was settled in bed, Max's arms were around him, and her leg over his hip. He could feel her fur against his thigh, sending unbrotherly thoughts to his brain and groin. He pushed Max onto her back and bent down to latch onto one of her nipples. 

An appreciative moan let him know she was beginning to waken. "Mmm, if you're not careful, that might get you into trouble. It did me," she laughed.

"Well, since I can't get into that kind of trouble, I'll chance it," he answered, increasing the pressure of his suckling.

"Not too hard," she cautioned him, a trace of pain in her voice. "You might get a mouthful of milk."

He looked up at her. "Already?"

She nodded. "Sally says the colostrum, sort of a pre-milk nutrient, can start to flow anytime after the first trimester, although it doesn't usually happen until the last one. Unlike milk, the supply is limited, so we need to be careful. You can kiss, lick and suck gently, just don't try to have lunch," she smiled.

Lee propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her body, a look of loving wonder on his face. His free hand reached out and began to explore the front of her body, starting just below her breasts and moving down over her just visible baby bump to her thick thatch and back up, caressing her with his palm. All he said was, "Amazing."

She watched him with a satisfied smile, seeing, feeling, knowing his love. When his hand started its second circuit down her body, she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. She reached down and pulled his penis so it lay between them, separating her labia. She moved her hips back and forth, stimulating him to a useable state in a few seconds. 

Max lifted her hips and repositioned Lee's staff at her opening. "God, I love you," she said, leaning down for a kiss as she lowered her quim onto him. While their lips were joined, she began to raise and lower herself, slowly building speed, and slamming her hips against his. In a few minutes, his hips were answering hers as he thrust upwards into her.

He had barely begun to move in her when she straightened out on him, her legs thrust backward, and let out a deep moaning groan, "Uuhhhnnnnng!" triggering his own climactic response. Instinctively, he continued to thrust upwards into her until his ejaculatory spasms had ceased. By that time, she had collapsed, resting on his chest, her legs grasping his hips, his arms holding her tightly to his chest as he caught his breath.

He let her rest there for several minutes, content to hold her. The soft snore and dampness running down his shoulder told him that she had fallen asleep again. Very gently, he rolled onto his side and pulled out of her. He took care of business in the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. Soon, he had the sausage on, the waffle batter made, the coffee perkng, the applesauce in the microwave ready to warm, and was working on setting the table when Max walked in, as naked as he was.

He poured them both some cran-peach juice and pulled out a chair for her. He filled the waffle maker with batter, and while it baked, poured them coffee and finished the table. They shared the first waffle while the second one baked. They ate wordlessly, smiling at each other across the table, comfortable with each other's silence, reveling in their domesticity.

Max finished her meal first. As she put her fork down, a very unlady-like burp escaped from her lips. "Oops," she mouthed, an embarrassed smile evident in her eyes. "Mmm, that was good. I hate to say it, but you're as good a cook as me; at least as far as breakfast goes." She gave him a wide smile. As kids, Max's idea of cooking breakfast was to order pizza. Lee laughed. 

"I'll take that as a compliment. What would you like to do today?" They looked out the kitchen window, at the leaden sky and the chilly, fall drizzle making going out an uninviting proposition. 

"Can we just hang out, read, watch movies, cuddle?" she asked, looking and sounding like she was ten again.

Lee smiled, nodding. "Whatever you want, as long as we're together. These past three months have been awful, being apart from you."

Max's smile faded. "Trade you. At least you've had Ashley to entertain you. It was hard to keep Don at bay until I found that article on spouse abuse."

"He didn't..."

"No, but I could see he was tempted a couple of times before that." 

"I think it's time I took you away from him. I'll speak to Ashley on Monday. We'll offer Mrs. Bridges an early retirement. Give her two month's vacation as a bonus for her long and dedicated service; or something. "

"You're going to give him Ashley..."

"Once a week. She'll do that for me if I tell her to. She'll be his secretary, but he'll know she's coming back once or twice a week to service me. 

"I was thinking about Thelma. Tuesday, I'll call you, her and her daughter into my office and threaten to fire all of you because she didn't do her job. If she's the kind of person you say, she'll most likely offer to sacrifice herself to save you two. If she does, then I have a plan to help Teesha get over her snooping. I hope." He stood up from the table. "You stack the dishes in the sink while I go get our robes."

"You don't want me naked?"

"As a jaybird, but the living room gets chilly, even with the heat on high. And these chairs get damned uncomfortable after an hour or so. I thought we could cuddle on the couch while we read the paper."

Her smile beamed her approval.

It was approaching one o'clock. The twins were lying on the couch, spooned, Lee behind Max, his arms around her. His left hand, the lower one, the way they were laying, was inside her robe, gently fondling her breast. She was reading a back issue of a popular, science-oriented magazine while he read over her shoulder. In the background, some country rock from the second place American Idol contestant from a couple of years ago was playing. Lee's cell phone rang, startling them.

He looked at the caller ID. It was local, but not one he knew. "Hello, this is Lee Brock...Gram? Whose phone are you using? Oh, I didn't know he had joined the 21st century. Where are you guys? Erie? Are you coming home? Tonight; what time? Why don't you come over here for dinner... 353 First Ave... yeah, that's the neighborhood. It's a green ranch with an attached garage. From Dad's place, take Maple to First, turn left. It's about five or six blocks, on the left. About seven? Good. See you then. Yeah, she'll be here." He grinned at his sister.

"Damn!" she swore, when he hit the off button, "Now I have to get dressed."

"Don't have to. How would you feel about Dad seeing you naked?"

"Probably weird, but I shouldn't. I saw him when we got home. Why, you thinking of having a clothing optional evening."

"Not even optional. A nude evening. No clothes allowed," he said, with a wolfish smile.

"Uh huh; you just want to see Gram naked again, poon dog."

"Well, you have to admit, for a woman her age, she's in great shape."

"True enough. No sex, though. Accepting the fact I was attracted to my brother was hard enough. Doin' Dad, ewww," she said, with a shudder.

"That's fine, love. I don't want to share you with anyone else, family or not."

"So, what are we making that we can eat naked?"

"And cook naked? I've got some meat balls frozen, and we can doctor up some canned sauce. I'll have to run out and get some bread and wine. I have pasta and salad makin's. Hmm, dessert?"

"I can put together a small white cake, with cocoa frosting. There's plenty of time. I'm sorry you have to go out, though."

With an exaggerated motion and theatrical sigh, he answered, "Ah, well, it is my sacrifice, and it must be done."

Max laughed and slapped his ass. "Okay, Olivier, go get dressed and get back here in a hurry."

He turned and picked her up by the ass and pushed her to the wall, lifting her legs to his hips; he leaned in and captured her lips with his. Breaking the kiss, he asked, "Why, Maxie, why should I hurry back?"

"So you can fuck me one more time before they get here." She felt his cock at her opening. "Or right now, before you go, Lee. Do it now," she urged him. "Now," covering his mouth with hers and pushing her crotch at him.

Max had just finished putting the last decorative twirl in the cake's frosting when the doorbell rang. "You gonna get that?" she called. 

"On my way," came the answer. A few seconds later she heard her father's loud laugh, quickly followed by her grandmother's. A few minutes later the older pair, nude, came into the kitchen, where Max was setting out wine glasses and filling them. 

"My grandson says this nude evening was your idea," Edie said, kissing Max on the cheek.

"Liar," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at her brother, who, with his father, picked up a glass of wine and retreated to the living room.

"That's what I thought ," Edie said, with a grin. "The men in this family will find any excuse they can to get us women naked, even those old farts out in Indiana. I swear, between the two of them, they had eight hands. How are you, dear?"

"Everything considered, pretty good, Gram; you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, for an old broad. Are you putting on weight? He's not abusing you, is he?"

"No, Don's behaving himself. As for the weight, sort of, in a healthy, natural way."

Edie looked at her, puzzled. You could see the dawning of understanding as she slowly smiled. "I'll let you tell Ian."

Over dinner the talk mainly was about the trip and getting re-acquainted with the cousins, whom Edie had known as children. "They were just as randy then as they are now." She turned to Max. "Maxie, have you ever heard of a t.p.?"

Max blushed. "I don't think you're talking about paper, are you?" she asked.

Ian laughed out loud. "Not quite. Just before we left, that whole week, well the last, no the middle three days, after they had 'initiated' us into their sex games, and, no," he said, looking at Lee, "I won't tell you about that. The last week, each of the women, on separate nights, uhh, can't really say hosted..."

"Suffered," interjected Edie.

"Entertained us by allowing the men to go round robin in a triple penetration. The women drew lots for when they'd experience it, while the men went according to dick thickness."

"Poor Ian, he had to go last, after we were all worn out. Not that he objected." Ian just grinned.

"Uhh, maybe I'm dense," interrupted Lee. "Just what is a round robin triple penetration?" He looked at the two older adults, who were looking at each other, puzzled.

"You're kidding," his father said.

"I get the t.p., but what the hell is the round robin?" Max nodded, agreeing with the question.




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"Okay," Ian said leaning forward on the table, holding his wine glass. "The three of us, Seamus, Mike and myself, compared the thickness of our erect dicks. Mike had the skinniest so he went first. It was Alice the first night. First, she gave Mike a blowjob. The second round, he got himself hard and laid down. She got on top of him, his dick in her quim and proceeded to blow Seamus. When they had both come, Seamus took Mike's place while Mike fucked her ass. When they were both set, she took my cock in her mouth and blew me. When we had all come, Seamus took Mike's place again, I took his and Mike was done. Then Seamus and I screwed her until we both came, then Seamus was done and I got to do her ass alone. Sometimes, the woman will clean the guys after they do her ass, but Alice and Jenny weren't into that. 

"Me, neither," stated Edie, making a face.

"The next night we did Jenny, and the last night, Edie was the lucky lady."

"That's a matter of opinion," Edie interrupted. "It's not that I haven't tried anal before. I did and I enjoyed it, some. But this was different, taking two cocks down there at the same time, especially Ian and Seamus. I thought they were going to split me open. I was so sore I could barely walk the next morning.

"The other women were nice, though, and helped me. They made up some sort of poultice and kept me in bed most of the day."

"That's how I learned how Don got control of the proxies," interrupted Ian. "Seamus asked if I had straightened out my problem with the SEC. When I asked what he was talking about, he said someone at the company had contacted him to change his proxy because we were in some violation with the SEC. 

"I got them to change back and visited several other older investors who had been contacted by Don and got back about 5 percent of the shares, either through direct buy back or proxy assignments."

"Yeah, Pete discovered what he had done and contacted several investors outside the family. We've sent new proxy forms to everyone." Lee went on to describe what Pete had discovered and told his father what Rosa had concluded.

Ian sat there, his head down, slowly shaking it from side to side. Finally, he looked up at his children. "Where do we go from here?"

—to be continued



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 04



This opens the Monday following the twins weekend together. A new ally is found and Lee works on his reputation as a bastard, extorting sex from the women at the office. Pete and Rosa have a fight and make-up. The twins get some surprising info about Don's connections. Enjoy. Votes and comments welcome. Jb7

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Lee was at the office by eight o'clock Monday morning. When Ashley walked into the executive area at five after, he was sitting at her desk, watching her traverse the open area. Her steps faltered when she realized he was watching her. When she was within a step or two of him, he stood up, smiling. "Get yourself some coffee, Ashley, and come in. I need to talk to you," he said to her.

"Okay. Do you need some coffee, too?" she asked, nervously

"No, thank you. I have some inside." 

A few minutes later, he gestured for her to sit at one end of the love seat, while he took the other. "I want to talk to you about Friday..."

"I...I'm sorry if I was too..."

"No, you were absolutely perfect. I have to ask you to never speak of Rosa's visit, to anyone; not to me, or her, or your most trusted friend, ever. Do you understand? I can't force you to make that promise, but I am asking you to."

"Asking, not telling? How come?" she asked, looking at him over the rim of her cup as she took a sip of coffee, still nervous, now confused.

"I'm an engineer, not a psychologist, but I think I have a pretty good ability to read people and understand their motivations. Still, I can't begin to imagine what happened to you that made it so the only way you can enjoy sex is to be humiliated first. But Friday, you took the first steps away from that need, away from needing to feel that you are less than your partner; as you said, you are more than a vagina. 

"You are really a fairly attractive woman. With some advice about make-up, a different hair style, and more stylish clothes, you'd put most of the women here to shame."

"Don't," she started to sob. "Please don't try to compliment me, or say nice things about me. If you want me to leave, if you're going to fire me, just do it, please."

"What on earth would give you the idea I'm going to fire you?" he asked, moving down the couch to hold her.

"Because that's what they always did, tell me what a good girl I was, how smart and strong, then they'd take away something I wanted or expected. Always, right up until I moved out."

"Who..."

"Everyone, my parents, the Sisters at school, even here, I was hired as a secretary, and I...I tried to do a good job, t...tried to anticipate what my s...supervisors needed; that's why I started to listen. Everybody said I was doing a good job, but they t...took it away from me... and made me a floater. Oh they tried to make it...s...sound like I was the only one who c...could do it because I was so versatile, but I knew..." 

She got up and got a tissue to blow her nose. "Is that all? I'll pack up my stuff and leave."

"You can't do that. Well, you can, but I wish you wouldn't. I need your help. Actually, Rosa and I need your help, on a couple of projects. One is important to her, and to me; the other is important to the company. In some ways, the last three months have been a training period for you to take on both. Whenever, where ever, whoever; remember that?"

She turned around, fighting tears of relief. "Just what do you mean by that, Lee Carruthers?" she asked, smiling, with tears still in her eyes.

Lee blinked rapidly. "Wha...Who... Who did you call me?"

"Don't try to deny it. I recognized you the day you came in with your father, before your sister married Donald Doofus.

"Why in hell did she do that? She could have any man in town, although I will admit, that isn't the best she could do." She looked at him and laughed, a little anxiously. "You don't remember me, do you?" Her smile warmed as she recounted the incident.

"I guess you were a junior in high school. My mom was subbing for your Dad's secretary while she was on vacation. There was an important contract or something that had to go out and she had to work late. 

"I was only eleven or twelve, just starting junior high school. Your Dad sent you over to babysit me until Mom got home. You fixed us dinner and helped me with my homework. I forget what the math was, but you explained it so it made sense for the first time. I had a crush on you for years after that." She sniffed and wiped her nose. 

"Are you really putting the horns to Doofus, doing your sister? Is that why you're not using your real name? Are you trying to find out how he got control of all that stock? Do you know about the accounts he thinks are his secret?"

"Holy shit! Is there anything that goes on here you don't know?" Lee sputtered.

She giggled. "Not much, I think. Just a minute." She left the office, and was back in less than five minutes. She handed Lee a sheet of paper. It was a proxy assignment, filled out giving the family the right to vote her stock in the company. 

He looked at the number of shares she owned and whistled. "You really own all this stock. Other than the family members and Don, that makes you the single largest stockholder."

"Well, it's been cheap lately, and I didn't think you were going to let it go completely to hell, so I bought up that I could afford. A few months back, I got a letter from Doofus on company letterhead, asking for my proxy, saying there was some problem with SEC. I guess he didn't recognize my name.

"You said you needed my help. What can I do?"

They talked for over an hour. When they were both sure she understood what he was asking, she asked, "Friday, you said we'd talk about my old boss coming back?"

"Do you want him back?" Lee cocked his head, smiling.

"Sometime," she said shyly. Her face brightened. "Maybe on the days you have me work for you, on those days, after hours, he could be back, or if you should stop by Doofus's office, you could give me a grope on the way out, or..."

Lee laughed. "You're shameless, aren't you?"

Her eyes went wide open, giving her a totally innocent look. "Nooo! That's why it's so, sooo mmm," she said, breaking into a smile. She got up and walked to the door, her hips swaying gently under the fitted skirt. "So, I get to do Pete and you, and Rosa tonight. It's going to be a long day. If you get a chance to tell her, I don't know what you were talking about, about last Friday. Nothing happened I was aware of." She smiled and left the room, leaving the door open.

The dull, leaden sky muted the fall colors rampant on the hillsides. In the absence of any sunlight, even the slight breeze seemed to chill Rosa to the bone as she walked into the empty offices of Carruther's Machine Tools. Lee's office door was open again. 

She stood in the doorway, not sure how she felt. Pete was on the floor, on his back, Ashley was riding his cock while she used her mouth on Lee, who was standing, straddling Pete's head. She felt envy, wanting to be in Ashley's position; anticipation, looking forward to fucking Lee again; horny, aroused by the sight before her. What she didn't feel, which she thought she should, was jealousy. 

Less than forty-eight hours ago, with her legs wrapped around the slight blonde haired man on the floor, she had accepted his proposal. 

For the past three months, at her suggestion, to save their small, young company some money, the two of them had shared a two bedroom apartment. She had been clear, and firm, they were only roommates. Initially, there had been some awkward moments getting used to each other's habits and routines. It was clear from the start that Pete had been attracted to her, and he was cute, she thought, but not the macho Latino she was usually attracted to.

Over the course of the three months, his gentleness and thoughtfulness had made their impression on her. Two weeks ago, he had asked her to go out to dinner. The restaurant had had a small band which played a variety of songs, most of them dance-able. Consequently, they had spent much of the evening in each other's arms. 

When they got home, standing in the living room, between the doors to their respective bedrooms, she had let him kiss her, her first kiss since she had been double-teamed by her neighbor and his mentally challenged brother. When Pete's hand started to move to her breast, she pulled away, saying, "I...I can't...I'm sorry," and ran into her bedroom, where she had spent the next hour trying to suppress her moans as she pleasured herself.

The next morning they had met, as usual, in the kitchen. Pete, fully dressed, still looked like he hadn't slept at all. When he saw her, he blushed, and started to stammer an apology. She put her fingers over his mouth, and when he was quiet, leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

"It wasn't anything you did. It's me. When I was 13, just beginning to develop, a neighbor boy and his retarded brother coaxed me into their basement. They both...when they were done, they threatened to hurt my brothers if I told. They were so big, I believed them. 

"Jimmy, the 'special' one, tried to force me again a few weeks later, except his mom was home. She came down to the basement to see why I was screaming. He had me tied up and was taking off my panties when she came down. When she asked him what he thought he was doing, he told her what his brother Roger had done to me.

"When he got home that afternoon, she beat Roger with a broom stick until it broke. He was eighteen, so she kicked him out of the house.

"That was the last time, until last night, I've let anyone get close to me. It scared me, it felt so good, but it also brought up feelings I thought I was over. I wanted to, want to, but don't know if..."

"I'm sorry you were hurt so badly, Rosa. If I...unngnh," he groaned. He closed his eyes, looking like he was in pain. He took her hands in his. "I love you. Living here with you, like this, I've seen that, besides being a beautiful girl, you're good people, kind, generous, smart, witty, funny, fun to be around. 

"I understand some, a little, now. I...I... I'd like...Dammit!" he laughed, "You've got me all tongue tied. I'm trying to ask you to marry me. Oh, shit! I mean...I Said It; I did! I said it! Whoooo!" he exhaled, loudly. He looked in her eyes. "Will you... No, don't answer now. But promise me you'll think about it. 

"I have to be out of town for a week or so, tracking down those accounts. When I get back, okay?" His words had come out in a breathless rush. 

Dumbstruck, she simply nodded and watched him as he hurriedly left their apartment.

She had expected him to return Saturday afternoon; around four, he had said. It was nearly six when she heard him unlocking the door. She had been waiting for him, naked, in her room. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was her, standing in the doorway to her room, in all her naked glory. 

He was mesmerized as she walked to him, her hips and breasts swaying slightly as she crossed the room. When she reached him, she didn't say a word, but simply took hold of his tie and led him to her bed. There. she removed his clothing without saying a word and pushed him down onto her bed. 

By the time she made her way up his body to straddle his hips, he was sporting an acceptable six and a half inches of manhood. She positioned it at her introitus, bent down as if to kiss him and whispered, "Yes," as she engulfed his staff. They hadn't left the bed except for snacks, drinks and the bathroom until this morning. Now, here he was, fucking another woman.

"Am I interrupting something important?" she asked, dropping her coat on the floor in the doorway. She made her way to the trio, unbuttoning the cardigan she wore. "Lee, don't waste that nice cock on a mouth, let me help you with it."

"Rosa!" choked Pete. "Wha..."

"It's okay, sweetie; I understand; sometimes men just have unreasonable needs. You simply have to understand, sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose. You can go out and fuck whomever you want. Two conditions, though: you tell me before I hear it from someone else; and you don't get upset if I go out and find someone to fuck." She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. 

"We're lucky here, today. You're doing a good job for Ashley, and Lee is here for me to demonstrate what might happen when you go out to fuck around." 

Rosa pushed Ashley back a little, giving her access to Pete's face. She positioned her feet by his head and squatted, bringing her naked crotch to his lips. "You know what to do, sweetie; you had plenty of practice this weekend. Mmm, that's right; good job," she said, standing up. "You ready Lee? Ashley, when he comes, keep him plugged in. When Lee comes, I'll trade lunches with you."

A smile replaced Ashley's puzzled look. "You got it, Rosa," she answered and began more aggressive hip thrusts, drawing a moan from Pete.

Rosa pushed Lee down on the love seat where she had such a good time last Friday and moved her pussy over his cock. She lowered herself onto him and began to post on his staff. In a few minutes, Lee lifted her off him and positioned her on her hands and knees, moving into position behind her. His cock split her inner petals and entered the warm tunnel they hid.

He began sawing in and out of her, massaging her g -spot with his cockhead. When he felt her alter her rhythm, signifying the approach of her orgasm, he reached around and pinched her left nipple, and with his right hand, reached down and began frigging her clit. Her climactic scream echoed throughout the office, setting off Pete and Ashley's mutual explosion. Her orgasm was so intense she was nearly oblivious to the splash of Lee's spend on her tunnel walls.

As soon as she could move, Rosa pulled away from Lee's prick and crawled to where Ashley and Pete were recovering on the floor. "Ashley, sweetie, roll over on your back, please," she said. Ashley looked at her, smiling, and pulled her naked body from Pete, to lay under Rosa.

Rosa remembered well the delicate touch Ashley had used on her on Friday, plus she had experienced oral caresses several times since then from Lee and from Pete. Besides claiming Pete's sperm, she was determined to give Ashley as good as she had received from her.

She was on her hands and knees at Ashley's head. She began to crawl down her body, stopping to lightly kiss her lips, and then again when she reached her double-B's, where she sucked each of the rosy nipples to erection before she continued on to the blonde nest between Ashley's long legs. 

She covered Ashley's slit with her mouth and began to explore it with her tongue, searching for the supersensitive areas she had identified on herself. In her quest she was able to roll her tongue into a straw-like instrument and used it to suck out Pete's sperm from Ashley's cum cave. 

When she began to suck out Pete's spend, she felt Ashley begin to explore her own pussy. "Mmm, punani," she moaned. 

In response, Ashley groaned, "Yesssss!"

"Oh, fuck!" shouted Pete, and pushed Rosa off Ashley. In a second, he was on her, his cock buried in her hot love tunnel as he bent down to claim her lips. "Goddam, babe, what are you doing?" he asked as he started to fuck her.

"I told you, lover man, you go out and fuck around, then don't be upset if I do. If you don't want anyone else in this punani, keep 'it' filled, and no other, okay? We start fresh today. If you want to fuck Ashley again, I'll do Lee once more, and they'll be the last ones we ever fuck outside of our marriage."

They looked at the other couple, busy with their own copulation on the love seat. Pete looked back at his fiancé. "Is that what you want? For us to fuck them, sort of a get it out of our system fuck?"

"Only if you want to, or need to. Or, we can go the other way; you have my permission to fuck whomever you want, just tell me before someone else does. And I might do the same, but only if you do."

"What do you want, Rosa?" he asked, puzzled. 

"I want to be Mrs Peter Adams. I have seen too many marriages go under because the wife expected the man to never stray, and when he did, they couldn't deal with it. I'm just letting you know it would be okay, if..." He nodded.

"What if Lee, here, comes back to visit us in Cedar, alone, and I tell you it's okay if you sleep with him, or, say, a customer is in town, and while I was on the job, he let me sleep with his wife. I bring him home and tell you about his wife..."

"Expecting me to sleep with him to even things up?" she asked, a trace of irritation in her voice.

"Yeah, I guess, sorta." Pete heard the irritation and wondered what was wrong. 

"Mr. Brock, would you call Marjorie in Cedar tomorrow and have her cut my severance check. I'm quitting, as of right now." She pushed Pete away and stood up and started putting on her clothes. 

Pete stood up, a look of utter shock on his face. "Wha..."

Rosa turned to look at him. "You have no idea what you just did, do you? I gave you a choice, and instead of choosing me, you presented me with situations where you pimped me out to your friends and business associates." She walked up to him, standing so her breasts barely touched his chest.

"In our marriage, between us, you'd own this body, and you could have it any way you want. I showed you that this weekend." She stepped back a step. 

"But, no, gringo," she said, hissing the epithet like it was a dirty word and drawing it out, "given the chance, you want to bring in others, to allow them to use my body. 

"Nobody, gringo! Nobody tells me who to fuck! Nobody! Ever!" She spit the last words out, her hands slicing the air between them.

Rosa's voice dropped so it was barely above a whisper, but her tone and her expression were blood chilling. "If you expect me to fuck one of your friends, if you try to tell me to do that, you will have to tie me down first. But if you do, before you untie me, you better be goddam fucking sure there are no knives left in the house; or your fucking crotch will look like hers," she declared, pointing at Ashley.

"Rosa..."

"Keep out of this, Lee!" she growled.

"Dammit, Rosa, you said if I fucked some one, you would; I was just..."

Her body visibly become rigid, her hands balled into fists as she shook her head. "Men! They never fuckin' listen!" she shouted. "I 'said,' if you go out fucking around, don't be upset 'if' I do. I never said I would, after tonight. I only fucked Lee to show you what might happen. I told you if you didn't want anybody else's cock in my punani, then you need to keep it filled with yours, and make sure mine is the only pussy you fill." 

She looked at Lee and Ashley, chewing at her lip, obviously debating with herself. She turned back to Pete. "I don't care who you've been with before tonight. That's all in the past. You know what happened to me when I was thirteen. Until Friday, that was my total experience. 

"Friday...Friday, I had the opportunity to be part of a threesome, with another couple, a man and woman, and I did it. I was curious, and scared; scared I wouldn't be able to go through with it. I had to know before I told you yes." Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Oh, shit! Why did you have to..." She ran to the door and bent to pick up her coat. Pete caught her there.

"I've been a total jerk; I'm sorry, sweetheart. Let me get dressed and we'll go home." He led her back to a chair and sat her down. He looked at Lee and Ashley. "Uh...ahh...mmm...Lee, I'll call you tomorrow about what I found."

Rosa looked up. "You haven't told them yet?" She looked at Ashley, still nude, sitting on the love seat with Lee, and swallowed the giggle which started to emerge, thinking how she had almost forgotten her errand on Friday. "No, no, Pete, you finish up here. I'll wait for you at the apartment. What you found is more important than our little spat."




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 04



"This was a little spat?" asked Ashley. "Christ, I'd hate to watch a major fight between you two." Looking at Lee, she added, "Remind me, when they get married, plastic cutlery."

Pete's laugh made him catch his foot in his trouser leg, causing him to stumble, eliciting laughs from the other three. As he fastened his belt, Rosa walked up to him. She placed her hands on his chest. "We okay?" she asked softly, tentatively. 

He bent down and kissed her. "We're okay. I'll just be a few minutes." She reached up and kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Then she went to Ashley and Lee and hugged each of them, saying, "Thank you."

Pete walked Rosa to her car and came back to talk to Lee. Ashley was just finishing getting dressed when he returned. When she sat down to listen to Pete's report, he looked at Lee, leaning back in his chair. "She knows more about what's happening around here than I do; and we're going to need her help setting up Don," answered Lee to Pete's unasked question.

Pete shrugged. "What I found, I think, is his gang connection. Ultimately, all the accounts lead back to an umbrella corporation owned by what looks like a conglomerate, but is really a single entity, based in Northport. When I tried to talk to some cops there, I got nowhere. It wasn't like they were stonewalling me, there just wasn't any information on the owners, and there had never been any kind of complaints. Apparently the entity, similar to a holding company, just manages several other companies.

"I talked to a friend in the FBI office in Cleveland. Again, they don't have much; they are aware of the business, but haven't had any reason to investigate it. It has an import/export company it runs, and operates its own docks, using union labor. I talked to the union leader; no complaints, and I got the definite impression that any further questioning was not welcome, the only sense of a threat I had all week.

"By the way, I didn't tell the FBI about Don's laundering activity. I didn't think you'd want them snooping around just yet."

"Good. Well, where does that leave us?"

"Pete," Ashley asked, "did you get any information what sorts of activities they are into?"

"Pretty much the usual, although there seems to be an agreement to leave the coke and heroin to the Jamaicans, and the pot trade seems to be a cottage industry, split up among a few locals; but there's auto parts, smuggling, prostitution, usury, arson, bootlegging liquor and cigarettes, trafficking; they probably get some kind of fee from the docks for providing union labor, and construction. A whole lot of small shit, but it adds up, and it doesn't draw a lot of attention if some of the small fry get into trouble."

"How does the money laundering work?" she asked.

"It's more complicated than I first thought, and a lot bigger. Ostensibly, an order is received, by him, of course. It is 'processed,' and a bill is produced and submitted for payment. The payment comes to him, and is deposited in one of his accounts. There are, so far, three that we have found. He moves it around through a number of other accounts, earning about $1400 a week, total, in interest, which he siphons off into some personal accounts. That's in addition, according to his personal checking accounts, to the tenth of a percent they pay him for each deposit. 

"These may be the accounts he was going to use to incriminate Ian. There aren't any others we could find.

"Anyway, another order comes in, and he cuts a check on his accounts to purchase supplies for the in-coming order, returning the money to the mob. There are no matching job numbers, stock room or receiving records or shipping orders for any of these ghost orders of his.

"Interestingly, all the accounts are held at the same bank, and they were extremely reluctant to provide any information about them, even with Ian's letter authorizing me to inspect any Carruthers account."

"Hmm. Were you able to find out anything about the boss of this entity; the godfather, I guess you'd call him?" asked Lee.

"Not much. He appears to be living on family money, made by his grandfather during the Depression in the '30's. He's apparently very civic minded, on a bunch of committees whose aim is to improve the area in and around Northport. He gives both time and money, and gets some benefits. His 'friends' who do business with the state, county and city seem to have inside tracks when it comes to getting contracts for on-going services, and construction. Since he's apparently retired, it doesn't reflect on him, but I'm sure he shares the profits."

"Hmmh. Okay, Pete," Lee sighed, sitting up. "Oh, does this civic paragon have a name?" he asked, almost as an afterthought.

"Marco DiMare."

"The Angel of Northport? Holy hell! I,ve met him; I've been to his house, on Lakeview Terrace. Oh, shit! That is too rich." He looked at his partner, shocked.

"You know him? How?" asked Pete, as Ashley sat gaping at him.

Lee leaned forward on his arms, on his desk, shaking his head. "Back when I was a junior in high school, Riverview, Hamburg, Northport and some small school from northeastern Ohio, I forget... joined to compete in a cooperative science competition. Hamburg won the toss to draw for partner and drew the Ohio school. 

"We had to design and build a household robot, that could accomplish at least three of six listed tasks. Then the winning schools got to go to a larger regional competition. We lost by two points, just because our 'bot broke the egg by dropping it on the floor instead of in the bowl. 

"Anyway, his son, Jamie, was on the Northport team. We had to work together writing a floor sweeping program. His dad wasn't happy; didn't want his kid associated with housework, but Jamie persisted; claimed it was the hardest program to write. 

"When we were alone, he told me his dad was very image conscious; anything smacking of women's work...he'd leave the county to find someone else to do it for him before he'd even try. Also told me Marco couldn't stand to be touched by a man, not even him, anything more than a handshake." He looked at Pete. "You're sure he's the boss?"

Pete nodded. "As sure as I can be."

"Okay, Pete. Thanks. You better get on home. Looks like you might have some making up to do."

"Right. Women!" He noticed Ashley cocking her head at him, smiling. 'Sorry, Ash, but sometimes you ladies are totally unfathomable. First she said I could, and then..."

With a laugh, Ashley interrupted, "She said you can, just don't be upset, if you do, if she does; that if you don't want any other prick in her twat, keep your prick out of any twat but hers. It's really simple."

"Yeah, when you put it like that. Well, we'll see you guys later."

After Pete left, Lee was silent, thinking, for a few minutes. "What are you planning to do?" asked Ashley.

"Fucked if I know," he answered, with a short laugh.

"May I suggest some things, based on what I know about Doofus?"

"Why do you call him Doofus? Did he do something to you?"

"Not directly. Mostly because he's such an asshole. He asked me out once when I was filling in for Mrs Bridges, and pulled the 'forgotten wallet' routine, then had the nerve to want to come in when he took me home. He promised to repay me, and I'm still waiting, a year later. As far as I'm concerned, the skankiest streetwalker in NYC is too good for him."

Lee laughed. "Doofus he is, and that's being kind on your part. What were you going to suggest?"

"First, every year, for the Community Fund drive, he's the only person in the office who doesn't contribute something, not even a quarter a week. If your sister is really trying to spend his money without gaining material value in return, a donation to the CF won't get him anything but mad and a blessing which will aggravate him.

"Second, he and the bank, if they're dabbling in short term capital gains, have to have some sort of slush fund to cover losses. Think of his panic if that fund disappeared. I could install a stroke tracker on his computer to identify the account and his password when I replace Mrs. B. It would only take a few minutes, sometime when he's out to lunch."

"Not to mention the reaction of the banker," laughed Lee. "Okay. I'll talk to Max about the CF donations. And is there a way to disconnect the on-light on these intercoms? If there is, as soon as you can, disconnect it on his set. I want you to listen to everything he says when he thinks he's alone."

Pete slowly opened the door to the apartment, not sure what to expect. He peered around the door, looking for Rosa. She was sitting at the further end of the sofa, still in her overcoat, her knees up and her forehead resting on her knees. He walked in and closed the door. The sound roused Rosa. 

When she raised her head, it was plain that she had been crying. Pete hurried to her, shedding his coat along the way. He picked her up and turned around to sit down. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Why the tears?" he asked.

"I... I... I'm afraid I messed everything up. I just wanted to let you know that..(sob)..that I didn't expect you to be a saint. I know there will times when you're traveling..(sob).. when you've been away for a while that you'll need..(sob)..and I would accept that, if you told me. But if you're, like at a convention for a few days (sniff), and you're out drinking and hook up with some.(sniff)..well then, you shouldn't be upset if I do something like that. Or," she sniffed, "if you're working late with that twat Marjorie, and you get randy, then don't be surprised if I (sniff)... 

"I hear you thinking," she said, a note of sureness in her voice, "well, I just won't tell you if I fuck someone else.'" She shook her head. "Somebody always tells; sooner or later, I'd hear. If I don't hear about it from you, I guarantee I'll spread my legs for..." Pete covered her mouth with his fingers.

"I understand, Rosa. You don't have to worry. You haven't messed us up. And, while I can't see me wanting anyone else, if it ever happens, I'll tell you."

"You really can't?" She looked at him, examining his face. "I can. If we'd had a fight just before you leave on a trip. Or, if for some reason we hadn't made love in a while. Or, if we were having a couple over, where we both really liked both of them and things got warm... "

"You'd do that, switch partners?" he asked, incredulous.

"It would certainly depend on the couple, but maybe," she replied, her tone shy, uncertain.

"Who?" he asked, unbuttoning her overcoat.

"Who would you let fuck me?" she countered, unbuttoning his shirt. "Who would you want to see me with?"

"Shit, Babe, seeing you with Lee tonight... right now just the thought of you with someone else makes me so freakin' horny I can't think straight."

"Feels straight to me," she giggled, squirming in his lap. "What woman..."

"Fuck it," he groaned and picked her up to carry into his bedroom.

That evening, Lee and Max had dinner with their father and discussed Pete's report and Ashley's suggestions. 

"She has that much stock?" Ian asked. "That tall blonde with the Roman nose. And she came up with these ideas. Sorry, but she doesn't look like the type..."

"Just goes to show you shouldn't judge a person," said Max. "I would never have thought it of her, either, but she's right. I'll send them, what, enough to get his attention."

"We want to get the attention of Marco, suggest a motive for raiding the slush fund when we find it. And to make it likely they'll publicly acknowledge the gift. So, a hundred and fifty K? Think that would do it?"

"Sounds good," agreed Max. "We all set tomorrow?"

"I think so. I was wondering, how would you feel if Thelma or Ashley were forced to watch me take you?"

She grinned. "You like having an audience, huh? Why not? It will shock Thelma out of her mind, and probably give Ash a huge orgasm. Later, if not while she watches."

"That's for certain. She knows who I am, by the way, and totally supports us going after Doofus, as she calls him."

"Ohhh, damn. Knowing that just got me wet. Excuse us, Dad, but I have to get home, and I'm not going home in this condition. Come on, Lee, to my old room."

The next morning, before the office really got started, Lee buzzed Ashley. "Ash, call the mail room and have Teesha make my office her first stop, starting today. When she gets here, have her bring the cart in here. Thanks."

An hour later, there was a timid knock on his door. He looked up from his computer to see a cute, African-American face peering around the corner of the door. "Y...Y...You wanted me to bring the cart in here?"

"Teesha? Yeah, bring it on in." He buzzed Ashley again. "Ash, call Max and her secretary and tell them I need to see them now." He turned back to Teesha. "You have my mail? I'll take it while we wait. Have a seat."

She sat in one of the chairs, knees and thighs together, feet, about eighteen inches apart, her hands clasped, between her legs, looking around the office, trying to look calm. 

Teesha's stomach developed a bad case of butterflies. Whatever was going on couldn't be good if Ms Max and her mom were being called. She tried to think what she might have done that was wrong. Yeah, she had read a couple of letters, but there wasn't anything in them, nothing important, anyway. 

There was a knock at the door and Max walked in, looking puzzled, until she saw Teesha, then her expression turned to one of resignation. Thelma was right behind Max. When she saw Teesha, her look became one of alarm, making Teesha's stomach sink. Lee ignored them while he finished the page he was working on.

He turned to his desk and invited the new arrivals to take a seat. Before speaking, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead, between his eyes. Max recognized it as his signal he was stressed and wondered if something had come up.

Lee pushed his chair back and stood up to walk around his desk and lean against the front of it, facing the three women. In a low, obviously controlled voice, he began. "Thirteen, no, fourteen weeks ago, now, Max, you hired me to try to bring this company into the 21st century in terms of operations and products. 

"Since then, I've had to deal with a VP of marketing who doesn't have the slightest idea of the modern market, a product development department that couldn't develop a black and white photograph, a nosey secretary who gets off on listening to other peoples dirty laundry, and now, this."

He turned around and picked up a sheet of paper. "This is an anonymous complaint. Ordinarily, I'd use this kind of shit for toilet paper, but it documented previous complaints which HR confirmed, and alleged a number of subsequent complaints which have gone unaddressed. 

"Complaints that someone in the mailroom has obviously read their personal mail; complaints, they say, Maxine, which have been made to you, verbally and in writing. Is that correct?"

"Yes, but..."

"And they were ignored?"

"Ah, no..."

"Then why is Teesha still working in the mailroom? Indeed, why is she still working for us at all?"

"Mmm" squeeked Thelma.

"Huh?" gasped Teesha.

"Lee, you can't mean that!"

"Mrs. Pieters," he said, sounding like a hard ass, "I'm beginning to wonder about keeping you on. You and your husband, and now this..."

"Mr..." croaked Thelma, "ahem...Mr. Brock, the problem with my daughter isn't Max's fault. It's mine. She asked, told me to speak to Teesha, and I...I just avoided it, after the first time. You can't blame her."

"So, you're saying you are to blame for your daughter. What do you say about that, young lady?"

Teesha felt like she wanted to sink through the floor. A shy girl to begin with, she hated to be singled out for anything. To hear that she might be responsible for her Mom and her nice boss losing their jobs was almost more than she could handle. She knew if she lost this job, the most menial work there was, except for cleaning, in an office, she probably wouldn't find anything better than working the counter at MickeyD's, a job she'd had and loathed while in high school.

"It wasn't either of their faults," she sniffed. "You don't need to fire them; it was my fault." She looked up at him, a pleading look in her big puppy eyes.

"Okay; Max, Thelma, I'll deal with you this afternoon. Teesha, I'll deal with you right now, as soon as your mom and Max leave us."

"Lee, what..."

"Mr Brock, please..."

"Teesha's eighteen, an adult. She can make her own decisions, take her own punishment. I'll deal with you two right after lunch." He pointed to the door.

Teesha watched the two women leave, a knot in her stomach. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, and was afraid she'd lose her job. It didn't pay much more than flipping burgers, but she got to work with her mom, and it certainly sounded better than working the fast food joints. And she got to talk to a lot of people during the day, helping her get over her shyness. 

She turned back to Lee, to discover him watching her with an enigmatic smile. He gestured to her to stand up, and held out his hand, reaching for hers. When she was within reach, he took both her hands and raised them to the sides, openly eyeing her body. She felt uncomfortable, like she was on display.

"How do you like your job, Teesha?" Lee asked, his voice low and calm, almost tender.

"Uhh, what do you mean?"

"A simple question. Do you like your job, or would you rather go back to whatever you were doing before you got this one?"

"Oh. I'd rather keep this one. It pays more, 'n' I get to see my mom all day. 'N' I can wear my own clothes, not some ugly uniform."

"How much do you want to keep it? What are you willing to do to keep it and keep your mom from losing her job?"

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"You heard me."

"You're gonna fire Mom? She didn't do anything."

"Exactly. She didn't do anything to make you do your job right when she was asked to. If you don't want me to fire her, what are you willing to do for me so she can keep her job?"

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, sure she knew the answer.

"What do you think?"

"You want me to fuck you."

"That's a beginning. Would you do that?"

"Is there a choice? Fuck you or something else?"

"Not really. Are you a virgin?" She shook her head. "How old were you?"

"Sixteen. A girl at school had a slumber party for her birthday. I had to get up in the middle of the night to go pee. Her dad walked in on me, and he...you know."

"Did you like it?"

"No!" she said loudly, "I didn't want him to do it and it hurt like hell."

"Was that the only time?"

"No, I had a boyfriend part of my last year in school. He always wanted to do it. It wasn't much better, though. I thought it was supposed to get better."

"If the couple know what they're doing, it does. If I fuck you, I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

"What do you mean, if you fuck me?"

"You haven't said yes, yet."

"And if I don't, me and my Mom get fired? That's the deal?"

"Pretty much. Although since your mom's been working here so long, we might offer her a job out on the production floor, or with the cleaning crew."

"Be better if you fired her. You said fucking you was the beginning. What else?"

"We can talk about that afterward. Yes or no?" His hand came up, and the back of his fingers brushed across her beast. She caught her breath with a short gasp. She nodded. "You need to say it. You need to tell me you want me to fuck you." His fingers continued to brush across her nipple, now poking out into the light turtle neck she wore.

He watched her eyes. A series of expressions crossed her face almost too rapidly to be seen. Resentment, anger, resignation, acceptance, hunger, lust. Teesha decided if she was gonna get fucked, she might as well enjoy it.

"Fuck me, boss man, and fuck you." 




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 04



He reached for the button in her waistband. She batted his hand away and unfastened the waist of her slacks and pushed them down. His hand found its way between her legs. She was barely moist.

He picked her up and carried her to the love seat. He sat with her on his lap. Teesha was tense, both wanting and resenting what was happening to her. When Lee pulled her face to his for a kiss, she pulled away. "I only kiss guys I like," she said, "I ain't sure about you, yet."

Lee laughed, and bent to kiss her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear while his hands made their way up under her shirt, to find and fondle her small- C cups, making her moan. She felt the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, and heard his whisper, telling her to take off her shirt.

She pulled it over her head while his hand worked its way under the waist of her panties, down between her legs. Lee ran his hand over her smooth pussy, intrigued by the texture of her bare skin. His finger parted her labia and found her pearl. 

He began to massage the little nubbin, eliciting a moan from her. She tried to keep her legs closed, against all her instincts. "Oh, shit, boss man," she groaned, "what are you doing to me?"

"Making you feel good, I hope. Didn't those other guys feel you up?"

"Not like this. Ohhh god, yesssss..."

"And you don't play with yourself?"

"Unh uh, not this way." Teesha's legs were wide open, and she was beginning to fuck Lee's hand when he pulled it away and laid her back on the love seat. "Wha...where you goin'?" she asked when he stood up.

She grinned when she saw him unfasten his belt and drop his pants. Her eyes opened wide when she saw his eight inches pop out of his jockeys. She made room for him between her legs and reached up to put her arms around his shoulders as he positioned himself at her opening.

With a grin, she softly repeated herself, "Fuck me, boss man, and fuck you," as she pulled his face to her for a kiss. 

Lee dropped down to rest on her C-cups after their mutual climax. "Wow, boss man! I gotta say, you keep your promises. If I knew it was supposed to be like this...it's prob'ly better I didn't," she laughed. "Am I gonna hafta do this every day, I hope?"

He laughed. "Only if you're trying to kill me. No, the rest of your job is to bring me Don Pieters mail before you take it to him. You do that and stop reading personal mail, and we do this, twice a week; okay?"

"You're the boss man. I suppose I gotta keep quiet about all of it, too; right?"

"It's going to be hard to keep the fact that we're fucking a secret, just no details; but the mail, yeah. That's top secret." He looked at his watch. "You better get dressed and on your way." He withdrew his still partial erection. Her eyes widened again. 

"Can I..." she started and sat up to grab his hips while she slurped him into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned. He felt her tongue running over his shaft and crown.

"Careful, little girl, you keep that up and you'll get a mouthful of...oh migod!" Teesha felt his cock swell in her mouth and started to back off when his hands grabbed her head to hold her in place. She felt the spasms and jerking in her mouth, then the warm liquid hitting the back of her throat and insides of her cheeks. 

Luckily, Lee had just deposited his major load in her quim, so she was able to handle the relatively small amount of cum he blasted into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, with only a few drops squeezing out of the corners of her mouth. 

When he stopped jerking, she sucked all of him she could hold back into her mouth then backed off, maintaining her suction until he popped free. She looked up at him, grinning. "I always wanted to try that. My boyfriend was afraid I'd bite him. Nex' time, I'll swallow you."

"Next time, you might kill me. Get dressed and get out of here before I decide I have to fuck you some more." He tried to look stern, and succeeded for all of ten seconds, before they both broke up in laughter. 

It was nearly thirty minutes after she and Max left before Thelma saw Lee's door open and Teesha push the mail cart out into the office area, limping slightly. When her daughter came past Thelma's desk to drop off Max's mail, she gave her daughter a quizzical look, asking if everything was okay. Teesha just gave her a wide smile and nodded.

Max had also seen Teesha leave. She entered Lee's office through a shared door. "How'd it go?" she asked.

"She'll drop Doofus's mail here starting this afternoon, for us to scan, then pick it up and deliver it on her next round. In return, she gets her world rocked twice a week, and gets a pass on snooping in the mail, which she promised to stop except when she's helping us."

Max smiled. "Be careful with that name; you don't want to let it slip in his presence. You going to be up for this afternoon?"

"With three hours to recover? Just about. Looking at them, it's hard to believe they're mother and daughter. Teesha must be six or seven inches taller than Thelma, and except for her color..."

"Yeah, she has white features, or pretty close. I don't know anything about Thelma except that she's worked here forever, it seems. Dad told me she worked as his secretary for a while when they first moved here. When she got pregnant, she was a single mom and left to have Teesha, then came back when Teesh was five or so." Max turned to leave. "So, if Thelma steps up, you, me and Ashley after work?"

"That's the plan. Ash said she's looking forward to it."

"Me, too. See you soon."

Lee went to see Pete and Rosa over lunch; partly to make sure they had survived and reconciled after their argument in the office yesterday, and partly to bring them up to date on the plans he and Max had made last night. He noted both cars were in the parking area and thought that was a good sign. He found their door, remarking to himself it was the first time he had been to their apartment. He knocked.

In a few moments, Pete answered the door, wearing nothing but his boxers, looking like Max on her wedding day--covered with hickeys and bites. When Pete saw it was Lee, he stepped back and let him in without thinking about it.

"Well," said Lee, "I see you two made up."

"Hunh?" answered Pete, then looked down at his torso, and blushed. "Uh, yeah, you could say that."

Just then Rosa came out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but the smile which lighted up her face. "Hi, Lee. Would you like some lunch, leftover Chinese?" Pete gaped at her, shocked speechless at her brazenness.

Lee looked at her and returned the smile. "No, thanks. I just stopped by to update you and Pete. I guess I should have called first, huh?"

"Uhh," stammered Pete, as Rosa sauntered across the room, flaunting her nudity, to stand by him.

"Why?" she asked Lee, "Does it embarrass you to see us like this, knowing that you interrupted us in the middle of..."

"Rosa! That's TMI! He doesn't need to know everything."

She grinned. "Okay," she replied with a shrug. "But hurry, I want to get Pete back to bed to finish what you interrupted. He's almost as good as Ashley with his tongue." Pete rolled his eyes, groaning.

Twenty minutes later, as Lee closed the door behind him, Pete could be heard, "Rosa! What are you...oooh gawd! Unnghh, oh shit, Rosaahhhhh."

—to be continued



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 05



The twins begin to marshal their forces in their bid to reclaim their father's business. Along the way, they uncover some interesting news about their parent. Includes brother/sister incest, interracial sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, some (a little) humiliation and pregnant sex.  

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A Dish Best Served Cold   Ch. 5


As Lee walked across the floor in the executive area, he could feel the eyes of the secretaries and clerks on him. He stopped by Ashley's desk and told her to call Max and Thelma and tell them he was ready for them. He had just finished hanging up is overcoat when they entered together, closely followed by Ashley.

"Lee," said Max, with a note of pleading in her voice, "do we have to do this now? Can't it wait until after work?"

"Probably," he replied, his voice flat, "but I have another appointment right after work, and she can't stand waiting."

"Mr. Brock," interrupted the blonde secretary, "did you want me to observe and take notes?"

Before he could answer, Thelma broke in. "Girl, you get your fat ass out of here. This is a private affair, and if I hear one word about what happens in here this afternoon, I will whup that ass of yours so hard that you'll think it's made of hamburger; now, get out!"

A look of amused shock on her face, Ashley looked at Lee. He smiled, and nodded. "Tut, tut, Ms. Williams," he said, "there's no need for threats here. If you don't want a witness, a simple no will do.  That's fine, Ashley. Thank you for asking. I may call on you later, however. In the mean time, would you ask Mrs Bridges if she would be available between two thirty and three this afternoon?"

Lee turned to Max as Ashley left the office. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "How do you want it?"

"In private," she said, with a sob in her throat.

"Sorry," replied Lee. "That is the one condition I can't change. If you don't have any other preferences, bend over with your elbows supporting you on the desk." Max slowly walked to the end of the desk and did as she was told. Lee reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"Mr Brock! What on earth are you doing?" Thelma gasped out.

"Unless you have a better suggestion, I'm going to fuck the daylights out of her."

"B...Bu...But her husband... He...he's right across..."

"I really don't give a rat's ass where he is. If she had done her job properly, this wouldn't be necessary."

"B...But it wasn't her fault. I told you; it was my fault Teesha didn't stop..."

"As your supervisor, Max is still responsible," he paused for a short five count; "unless..."

"Unless what," Thelma asked. Her eyes, wide open with mistrust, looked like ping pong balls in her dark face.

"Welllll," Lee answered, drawing it out, "if you are really the one responsible, you should be here instead of Maxine."

"No! " interjected Max.

"What?" gasped the petite black woman.

"Makes perfect sense to me, if you do the crime, you should do the time. That doesn't excuse Max, but if you step up, Ms Williams, you'll save your boss from an unfair, if deserved, punishment..."

"Does she have to watch?" Thelma asked, glumly. 

"Thelma..." said Max.

"Are you volunteering?" asked Lee.

"Do I have a choice?" grumbled Thelma.  "Ms Maxine, you been a good boss. The past four, five years, I've learned a lot from you about how to deal with people, friendly and," glancing at Lee, "...not so friendly. 

"A lot of bosses I've seen come and go, they'd blame their secretaries when mistakes were made, but you always took the blame, sometimes when it was my fault, when I was careless, or just too ...whatever to do the job properly. 

"If Teesha had done something great, I'd be walking around with pride, busting my buttons, taking credit for her. Much as I hate to admit it, Mr Brock is right. You asked me to speak to my daughter, to set her straight, and I didn't do that, therefore I'm the one who should have to face the music."  

She turned to Lee. "If my punishment is to be what you had planned for Ms Maxine, can I ask that it be done in private, without witnesses?"

Lee nodded, suddenly wishing he didn't have to impose himself on the small black woman. Softly, he said, "Leave us now, Max. I'll want you to sit in with Mrs. Bridges. Ask Ashley to let you know when she arrives."

Max looked at him and nodded. She went to Thelma and gave her a hug without saying anything. 

As soon as the door closed behind Max, the petite woman reached up and began to lower the zipper on the back of her dress. "It has been a while since I've done this in an office, Mr Brock; you'll have to tell me where you want me and in what position.

"This brings back some memories I would rather had stayed forgotten. Before Teesha was born, I had her job, in the mailroom. Mr. Carruthers, the owner, used to ask me to stay after the rest of the office had gone home, me and another secretary. I guess it was a bit after his wife had passed on. I was only eighteen, and he was a handsome men; looked a bit like you. 

"When I got pregnant, he gave me money for an abortion, but I couldn't do that to my baby, so I took the money and went away...Is something wrong?" she asked, seeing the shocked look on Lee's face.

"Teesha is...Ian's daughter? Does he know that?"

"I don't know," she said, after a short pause. "I've never told him, and he's never asked. When I came back, the Personnel office told him I wasn't qualified for the job I applied for, but he told them to hire me anyway; otherwise, he hasn't talked to me much except for stuff related to work." 

Thelma's dress was in a pool around her feet. She stood there, in white briefs, watching him. Except for the lines life had etched in her face, she looked almost prepubescent. Just over five feet tall, she probably didn't weigh more than ninety pounds. There was the slightest indentation at her waist, with a minimal flare out to her hips. She didn't wear a bra because she didn't need one, except to hide her protusive nipples. 

She stepped out of her dress and walked to him. As she approached the desk, she saw the intercom lamp was lit. She passed Lee and bent over the communication unit. "Ashley Anita Dix, if you don't turn this thing off by the time I count one, naked as I am, I'll come out there and beat your ..." She stopped because the light had gone out. 

Thelma turned to Lee, who was trying hard not to laugh. When she saw him, she began to laugh with him. He reached for her and pulled her between his legs, his arms loosely around her waist. "For such a tiny woman, you certainly are a feisty wench. Was there ever a Mr Williams?"

"Mmm, there were a couple who asked, but they wanted to move to a bigger city. I preferred living here, even though there aren't many black families. Less crime, fewer opportunities for Teesha to get into trouble. When I think she's mature enough, I'll send her to stay with my sister in Orlando for a year. After that, maybe I'll be able to convince her to try some college."  She shimmied her chest and hips against him. "Enough talk, Mr Brock..."

"You're right. And under the circumstances, you can call me Lee."

"Unh uh, Mr Brock. If you're going to punish me, we've got to keep the roles straight. Maybe in the future, sometime, but for now, you stay Mr. Brock, and I'm Ms Williams," she stated, pulling his head down and melding his lips into hers.

Lee picked her up, holding the kiss, and carried her to the love seat. He sat, placing her on his lap. His right hand slid up her stomach and rib cage to search for the very prominent nipples. His hand passed over one, bending it slightly, and elicited a low moan from her. 

She turned and began to loosen his tie. When it was sufficiently loose she simply slid it over his head and started on his shirt buttons. Lee's hand slipped between her legs, to encounter her damp heat. By the time Thelma had his shirt off, her hips were beginning pulse against his hand. 

He lifted her to stand up and turned to lay her down while he removed his pants. The small dark woman grinned when she saw his eight inches emerge from his jockeys. She didn't say a word, simply lay back and opened her thighs. When Lee went to move her into the doggie position, she shook her head.

"First time, face to face, Mr Brock. Especially since you're punishing me. You want to be sure I realize how serious it is, don't you?" 

Lee grinned and nodded, positioning himself between her knees. Her arms went around his neck; her legs, his waist. She reached down to position his staff at her opening, then lifted her self off the sofa. 

"Don't move," she said, and tightened her legs, driving him into her, so his full length was inside. 

"Unnnggghh! Oh, shit! That hurt. Don't move yet. Christ, you feel bigger than you look. Mmm, slowly now. Short  ins and outs until I get used to you. Damn, I had almost forgot...unnnnh, yeah, okay longer... uh oh oh oh oh oh go! go! go! fuck it, now! fuck me now, you mother fucker! go go go go go yesss! Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!!!"

Unlike her daughter, who had barely made a sound the entire time they had been coupled, whose orgasm had climaxed with a silent scream, Thelma's voice, once they established their rhythm, had been in crescendo, culminating in a loud screech. Once the scream stopped, and their breathing regulated so they were aware of their surroundings, Thelma heard the beeping of the intercom, trying to get their attention.

"Ashley," she growled, loudly.

"It's Max, Thelma. Are you okay? I thought I heard a scream."

"Oh, Ms Maxine.(gasp) Yes,(gasp) I'm fine.(gasp) That was(gasp)...Mr Brock, (gasp)he's ..(gasp).punishing me just fine."

Max's chuckle was plainly heard. "Mmhm, I imagine he is. 

"Lee, Mrs Bridges asked  if we could meet at two-fifteen; that's her usual break period. Apparently Don has her working on something important."

"What time is it?  One forty-five; tell her no, I'm sorry, I'll be busy right up'til two thirty. Tell her I said this takes precedence over anything he has her doing."

"He'll be pi...upset."

"Like the song says, give him a quarter and have him call someone who cares. Send Ash in, would you?"

"You sure?"

He looked down at the petite woman under him, gesticulating wildly, "No, no, no!"

 "I'm sure. Ms Williams isn't, but it's the final part of her punishment."  They heard Max's chuckle as she shut off the intercom.

Thelma's eyes were wide with anger; her expression would have frozen lava. "What in hell are you doing, Lee?" she demanded. 

"'Mr Brock' is winding up your punishment," he said, leaning down to kiss her just as Ashley walked in.

Keeping his lip lock, he gestured Ashley closer. Gathering Thelma up in his arms, he got off the couch and carried the small woman to his desk, where he laid her down on her back, his cock still firmly embedded in her quim. 

"Ashley," he said, as he stood up, "when I back out, I want you to clean Thelma up, using your tongue."  Ashley nodded, with a smile. In the past, she and Thelma had often worked closely together. She had noticed an intriguing aroma under the black woman's perfume. Now she would get to sample it more directly.

Thelma lay there, immobilized partially from fear, partially from anticipation. She had heard of lesbians, was sure she even knew a couple of them, but she had never thought of experimenting with that kind of sex. She was familiar with oral sex and usually enjoyed it, but had never been able to come from it. Her lovers had used it mostly to get her lubricated for their entry.

She felt Lee withdraw, and experienced a mild sense of loss and emptiness. Then Ashley was lapping at the effluent running from her sheath. At first it was a gentle, almost feathery sensation. As the fluids disappeared into her mouth, Ashley's tongue became firmer, exploring inside the sheath, and all the surfaces outside. Thelma felt the velvety surface of the tongue brush against her clitoris and jerked reflexively. "Ohh!" she grunted.

Lee moved to the center of his desk and pulled Thelma's head to his groin. She looked up at him and smiled. She worked her right arm around his thighs and pulled herself closer, to reach his now flaccid member. She slurped it into her mouth just as Ashley attacked her clit with gusto. Her scream was muted by the presence of the dick in her mouth. The vibrations of her oral tissues and vocal cords brought Lee back to erection within seconds, pushing down Thelma's throat.

Instead of pushing him away, she pulled him closer, as Ashley continued her assault on Thelma's clit, quickly bringing her to another orgasm. Lee's sex with Ashley, Rosa and Max over the past few days had increased his tolerance for excitation, keeping him from releasing directly into her stomach. 

As her peak passed, and she relinquished her oral grip on Lee, he withdrew from her gullet. She maintained a light suction on his staff, her tongue dancing all around it as he slid out of her mouth.

 When his crown reached her mouth, she increased the suction and tightened her grip on his legs, stopping his withdrawal. He became aware of the action of her tongue on the head of his prick, concentrating on that spot on the underside where the foreskin attaches to the shaft. 

Within a few seconds he felt the tingle in the back of his knees which signaled the beginning of his climax. "Thelma," he moaned, "I'm go..go... gonna... unngh!" 

"Mmmm," was her only reply. 

After releasing Lee, Thelma reached down and patted her blonde lover on the head. "Ashley, much as I hate to interrupt what you're doing, it's time to stop." She felt Ashley bob her head, and then her tongue touched Thelma's rosebud and made its way to the top of her slit, where it remained resting on her clit for several seconds as the women recovered.

Thelma pushed herself up and pulled Ashley to a standing posture, so she could embrace the tall blonde in a tight hug. "Oh, girl, that was lovely. You'll have to come over some night so I can return the favor."

"I think I'd like that. Lee has also introduced me to the pleasure of sixty-nining. It's even more fun."

Thelma looked at Lee. "Don't even think about saying this was the only time..."

"Actually," he replied, "I was about to say I expect you back here on Friday, sans panties."

Her smile lit up her face and made her look nearly as young as her daughter. "Speaking of which, where are they?" she asked. Ashley found them and gave them to the older woman, who had already slipped her dress back on. With a smile, Thelma paused at the door to ask,"What time?"


Lee had just finished dressing and straightening up his appearance when Max knocked and opened his office door to look in. "Mrs Bridges is here. Are you ready for us?" she asked with a smile.

"Probably not, but come on in.  Mrs Bridges, good afternoon. How are you today?"

"I'm fine, I guess. I'd probably be better if Mr. Pieters could give me a better idea of what to look for..."

"Why? What does he have you doing?"

"First, it was looking for all kinds of companies selling stuff on the internet. Then it was for companies that failed; then it was for companies which sold stuff they manufactured, not resold. Then this afternoon, he had me look up companies like us, to see what they sold, and what techniques they used, or what venues, like catalog sales, internet, direct mail, and so on, especially companies our size."

"Did you find a lot?"

"More than a couple. Would it surprise you to know that we're not even close to the top 50, but we're in the top quarter in terms of gross income over the last five years?"  She gave Lee and Max a small smile. "Donald asked for a print out of what I found this afternoon. We have a daisy-wheel printer and a box of paper for it. The report started printing just before two o'clock, and wasn't quite half done when I came over here at two-thirty."

"I get the impression you're not..." began Lee.

Max gave him a small shake of her head. "Virginia, are you and Ron still thinking of taking early retirement?  I remember hearing that he wanted to go south and set up some sort of bait and fishing guide business."

"We were thinking about it. His brother opened a place in Myrtle Beach a couple of years ago, and asked Ron to join him. With the economy the way it is, Sid couldn't keep it going, and even if we both retire, we can't afford to move down south, not until we're able to get full benefits. 

"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about. I know business hasn't been real good for the past few months; are you going to start laying people off? Is that why you asked about early retirement? Oh, dear, I hope not!" The pitch of her voice began to rise, and she began to look flustered, upset.

Max looked at Lee and shook her head, knowing their plan to let the Bridges retire early wouldn't work. "No, Virginia, that's not why we asked you to come talk to us. How long have you worked for Donald?"

"A little over five years, ever since Agnes Hunt walked out on him that day."  She looked at Lee. "Aggie claimed that Donald had made an obscene request of her, and that there was no way she would repeat it. He, of course, denied it."

Max hid her smile. "Whatever he said must have really been bad. Aggie wasn't exactly a saint when it came to language. On her way out, she keyed both sides of his car, we think. Nobody saw it, but there were two gouges through the paint the full length of his new Cadillac.  Dad laughed and told him to be more judicious in choosing women to hit on."

She turned back to Mrs Bridges. "How long have you worked for Carruthers, Virginia?"

"Heavens, child. It's hard to remember exactly. It started out in Indiana, and your father moved it back here a year or so after your mother died. I think Ian said you and your brother were four when he moved back. 

"I was one of the first office workers he hired here, a combination time keeper, receptionist, and typist. For the first year, the machine shop was in the barn; the office was in the farm house, in one room and you three lived in the upstairs.  

"Those were fun, exciting times. Course, I was single at the time. I didn't meet Ron until he came to work here..."

Max interrupted the older woman's memory trip. "So, you've worked for Dad for about twenty-two years. Don't get upset by my next question, Virginia, but it's very important. If you had to make a choice between Donald or Dad..."

"Maxine Carruthers! How you can even dare to ask! You know I would do anything for your father!"  The older woman's face softened into a smile. "And I often did before...Ron."  She blushed at the admission. "Ian, Thelma and I; we had some good times. That was after the plant was built and you guys had moved into town."  She shook her head, as if clearing away cobwebs..

"Is there a reason for that last question?"

"As you have seen, we've reduced our direct sales staff, and sell most of our stock items over the internet. The people manning the computers may be talented geeks, but they don't seem to have a lot of sense about servicing our customers. They need some sort of help organizing the processing of an order. 

"Since that's what you did for Donald for the past few years, when Lee asked me whom I would recommend, I immediately thought of you. He questioned the recommendation because you've been with Don for so long."

Mrs Bridges looked at Lee, her brow furrowed, just barely visibly nibbling on her lower lip. She let out a huge sigh and turned to Max. "Maxine, I don't, and I probably never will, understand why you married Donald Pieters. He one of the ...sleaziest characters I have ever had the misfortune to meet, let alone work for. 




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 05



"I have put up with his crude remarks, foul language, and innuendoes for the past five years because your father asked me to. The day after Aggie walked out, Ian called me in here and asked me to stick with Donald and keep an eye on him; he was sure he was up to something. 

"For the next year, he made a show of eating lunch with me in the break room at least twice a week. Up until he took this extended vacation, we had lunch a couple of times a month; a few times, in here, re-living old times."

Lee looked at his sister, whose face mirrored his shock. "I take it you didn't know about this?  It would have been nice if Dad had let us know about his suspicions, and his intelligence network."

Max nodded and was about to reply when Mrs Bridges found her voice. "Dad? Y...you're Lee Carruthers? B...But...y...y...you've been...with Max?"

"No, Virginia, we haven't. We've been...acting, I guess is the best description. Donald blackmailed me into marrying him, threatening to reveal a shortage in the company finances, and making it look like Dad was responsible. He also bought up enough stock, and fraudulently obtained proxy control of enough more so he thinks he has a controlling interest in the company.  

"We've regained control of enough proxies that all he can count on is his own stock and a small block owned by some friend of his in Northport. We're now working on a way to prove everything we've discovered. You can help us and the company if you take the new assignment."

"Who'll replace me? I'll have to explain my monitoring system to them, some time when Don is out of the building."

Lee answered, "Ashley."

"That child! Why she's so scatter brained, all she can talk about is the latest gossip..."

"Hardly, Virginia. Ashley has turned out to be a real friend, and a real find. She recognized Lee the first day he was in, and didn't reveal who he was to anybody, plus, when our stock started to lose so much value, she bought up enough so she is a major owner of the company. 

"Like you did with Dad, she agreed to do anything Lee asked of her, and has agreed to one of the most distasteful tasks an employer can ask of an employee."

Shock and understanding registered on Mrs Bridges' face. "She's going to...Donald?  Oh, the poor child."

Lee hit the intercom, "Ashley, would you step in for a few minutes?"

In reply, in a few seconds the door opened and the tall blonde walked in. She closed the door and joined the group, remaining standing. "Sit, please, Ashley," began Lee. "I think everyone in the company who knows the truth of my identity, except for my father, is in this room..."

"Thelma," interrupted Ashley. "She knows, but since you seemed to want to keep it secret, she didn't say anything. She won't until you say she can, or it becomes general knowledge."

"Hmmmh," sighed Lee. "Well, for the foreseeable future, it should be kept secret. Okay; now, tomorrow, Ashley, you will begin training to replace Mrs Bridges as Don's secretary, like we talked about earlier.  Apparently, much of what we discussed is already in place. Max and I will make sure you have adequate opportunity to learn the system.

"Mrs Bridges, I know you have identified at least two accounts Don uses for illicit purposes, and Ash, you said you knew of two. Compare notes, to see if they're the same, and see if you can identify any more. One thing we know, they all appear to be at the same bank. Also, if you can, look for mutual fund activity, bonds, stock trades, that kind of thing. 

"And people, any regular visitor or appointments out of the building..."

"Like Mr. DeMarco, or DeMare, something like that?" asked Mrs Bridges.

Three pairs of eyebrows shot up. "He's been here?" asked Lee. 

"Several times, although not since you took over. He always brought a little black satchel. At first I thought he was some kind of doctor, but when I asked Don, he just laughed, said that was a good one. He always left early when Mr DeMare showed up, taking home an attache' case, full of work, he said."

"Do you know if he was on Don's calendar, or did he just show up?"

"Yes," Mrs Bridges said, and continued. "When I first started working for him, he'd occasionally just show up and ask to see Donald.  After he had to make a few return trips, he started to call ahead.  

"Sometimes, he'd use a different name, but I recognized the voice, or he'd just say, 'This is Marco,' and tell me when he'd be there. I'd have to find Don and let him know. I've seen him cancel all his other afternoon appointments to make sure he was available for 'Marco'."

"Is there any hope those old calendars are still around?" Virginia smiled. "Bless you!" he turned to Ashley. "In the morning, report here first. I'll call Don over and explain the changes to him before you start training with," he looked at the older secretary, "Virginia," he finished, with a smile, which she returned.

After Ashley had exited the room, Lee got up and walked around to Virginia, who stood up as he approached.  "I think my father and your husband are very lucky men. I envy them."  He opened his arms, inviting her in for a hug.

"You're very much like Ian; it's no wonder the women have itchy pants for you. If I was a few years younger..." she said, stepping into his arms.

"You said you and Dad still...what about Ron?" asked Max.

"Poor Ron; he has diabetes, and it has left him with ED. None of the pills work, so he needs to inject himself. That's really no big deal, except it doesn't always last long enough for both of us, especially if he comes first. He knew about Ian when we met. When he learned about our lunches, he suggested Ian might...

"I swear, my husband should be nominated for sainthood. He's put up with my lousy moods from working with Don all day, and then he actually spoke to Ian. I don't know what was said, but that next lunch...Makes me blush to remember it," she said, smiling.  "How is he these days?"

"He's doing pretty well. He and our grandmother are traveling together, seeing the country."

"Edie? Tell her I said hello. We also had some good times with Ian. Nearly makes my...Hush up, Virginia," she said, smiling. She looked at Lee. "I told you, you were like him. Being with Ian made you forget all your inhibitions.

"Well, I better be getting back before Don blows a gasket. Unless, there's something else..."

"Nope. As I said, tomorrow, we'll inform Don of the change, and Rick Jacobs, the guy you will be eventually replacing in Customer Service. Right now, it's located adjacent to the parts room. As soon as we can, we'll find a more pleasant place for it." Virginia nodded, gave each of the twins a hug and peck on the cheek, and left the room.


Later that afternoon, after the other managers, supervisors, and officers had departed, Lee hit his intercom and asked Ashley to step into his office.  When she opened his door, Max was right behind her. 

Max slipped her arm a round Ashley's waist as they entered the office and walked to Lee's desk. He came out from behind the desk and greeted each of the women with a hug and kiss on the cheek. With a curious smile, Ashley asked, "Is something wrong?  This feels an awful lot like I'm about to get some bad news."

"Only if you agree, Ash," replied Max. "Lee told me a little about your first time together, and the promise he had you make.  I'm here to make sure he doesn't force you to agree to keep it."

"Promise? Oh, you mean the who, when, where ever thing. I never really thought he meant that. I went along with the others because I thought it would be fun. I guess the next person you want me ... it won't be fun, will it? You're going to ask me to screw Don, to give him the same privilege I give you?"

"Not hardly, Ash," answered Lee. "I've already told you, I want you back here twice a week. I can't ask you to do him more than once a month, twice at most." He led her to the love seat and had the women sit down. Pulling over a chair he sat so their knees were in contact.

"You know what Don has done to the company. He also forced Max to marry him, to keep our father out of prison.  He thinks she is sleeping with me so he can keep his job, and access to his secret accounts. Tomorrow, we are going to begin the process of cutting him loose.

"In the morning, when I am explaining how you will be replacing Mrs Bridges, I am also going to take Max away from him. I will tell him she will no longer share his bed, even though she lives under his roof. I want to tell him you have agreed to have sex with him once a month. I intend to make those two statements while I fuck both of you in front of him."

Both women were silent for a long ten count, then Ashley doubled over as if she were in pain. "Ooooooooh, fuckitall," she moaned. "I think I just wet myself; my panties are soaked."

With a small laugh, Max, gripping Ashley's arm, added, "Me, too. Christ, Lee!  What are you going to do for us right now? If I go home to Don in this condition, I'll jump on his bone so fast he'll think we're really married.  Not that it would do me any good. 

"I can assure you, Ashley, after being with Lee, even just once a month with Don is really just a nuisance fuck. He's on the small side of average; I can cover his whole prick with my hand, so you probably won't need any foreplay, which is good because he doesn't know what foreplay means."

She turned to her brother. "Well?"

"Hmmm, there's something I read about once that I always wanted to try. Both of you, strip from the waist down."   He went to a closet near his private bathroom and removed a pair of blankets, which he laid on the floor so there were four plies of blanket. "Okay, Max, you on your back, knees as wide as you can manage.  Ash, you lie on top, facing her, getting your clit as close to hers as you can."

When Ashley was situated, he slid his hand in between them, checking the relative locations of their clits. As he moved into position behind Ash, he noticed her butt. "Wow, Ash! I never noticed before what a nice ass you have. So full and round.  Looks almost good enough to eat."

"Go ahead, Lee; you can say it. I know I have a fat ass, and I'm not ashamed of it."

"You shouldn't be, and I wasn't commenting on a fat ass, but a beautiful one." he bent down and planted a kiss on each cheek, eliciting a giggly laugh from the big blonde.

"You goof ball," she said. In response, Lee slid his cock between the two women, invading and separating their labia. "What? Oooohhhh, yesssss," Ashley sighed, echoing the tall, slender brunette under her.

Lee began to move in and out, sliding his thickness between the two clits, at the same time massaging their U-spots, as well as the supersensitive areas right outside the opening to their vaginas. He took his time, making long, slow strokes. 

Not until both women were beginning to move their hips in concert with him did he start to increase his speed.  They were moving with each other, both going up, and then down, maintaining the pressure on his rod. When he started to speed up, so did they, rapidly bringing themselves to orgasm. 

Both of the girls planked, practically at the same time, driving Lee backwards and out of his strange double sheath, and at the same time created enough friction to stimulate his eruption, spraying his spend all over Ashley's lovely ass. He sat there, between their legs, on his heels, catching his breath. 

Tentatively, he reached out and caressed Ashley's rear cheeks, rubbing his cream into her pale skin. As he did so, he opened her crease, exposing he rosebud.  Without thinking about what he was saying, he asked, "Ashley, have you ever had anal..." while he tentatively pressed a finger against that sensitive opening.

"N...n..no" she stammered, "please, don't..."

"Lee," interjected Max, wrapping Ashley in her arms, "behave yourself. That's not something you ask a woman to do on the spur of the moment. If you want to try that, it's something you talk about and build up to over several days, preparing her for the experience."

Lee looked at his sister, smiled and nodded, pulling his hand back from Ashery's butt. Ashley wrapped her arms around Max. "Thank you. I can't say no to him, even when I know I should."

Max kissed her lightly on the lips. "I know," she sighed, "neither can I, and God knows, I've tried.  Are you okay now? Do you need anything?"

The big blonde smiled. "Lotto numbers would be nice, but otherwise, I'm fine. If Don's as small as you say, after taking your brother eight or nine times a month, he shouldn't be a problem, unless he gets mean or violent."

"I can't guarantee he won't, but that's something I haven't seen in him. And it's even more unlikely here, where there would be witnesses," Max replied.  "Well, we should be getting dressed and getting out of here."  She looked at her brother. "Are you going to talk to Dad tonight? I want to be there, if you are."

"Last night, after you left, he told me he and Edie were going to dinner and a show in Buffalo, and would probably spend the night. I'd call him on his cell, but you know how he is about taking calls."  

"Call Edie's phone and leave a message for them to call you. I'd like to know what the hell is going on before we get too much further into this."  Lee nodded and began to dial while Max walked Ashley out the door.

"If anything changes before tomorrow, we'll let you know," Max told the secretary, with a hug. "Thank you for this afternoon. I really enjoyed sharing Lee with you. After the baby's born, we'll have to see about more traditional methods."

"Baby? You're...That's fantas...is it? Is it some thing you wanted?"

"Yes. And it is fantastic. It's also supposed to be a secret, yet, for a while."  Ashley grinned and hugged Max back, with a kiss to the cheek.	

"I won't tell a soul. Contrary to my reputation, I can keep a secret, when I know it's important."

"I know. That's why I told you. Thanks again, Ash, for everything."

Inside, Lee had just finished leaving his grandmother the message to call him, no matter what time it was.  Max walked back into the office. 

"Call me if they call you back, unless it's after midnight."

"What about Doofus?"

"Unless it's one of 'his' nights, he's in bed and asleep by eleven. And this isn't one of his 'weeks, let alone nights."

"Weeks?"

"Yep; first and third Thursdays, unless it's that time of the month," she answered, with a smile. "You know, for some women, that time can be awfully long, and there's no way to predict it. It's just another thing for us to have to put up with, the curse of womanhood."  She let out a heavy sigh, and laughed. "Call me anyway, to say good night."  Lee nodded.

"By the way, what do you know about this?" he asked, picking up an envelope from his desk.

Max looked at it briefly. "Oh, that was one of Don's few good ideas, a few years back. It's sort of a retirement option, an annuity the employees can buy into. The payback, of course, depends on how long they pay into it, but it has a minimum guarantee, five or six hundred a month. Why?"

"This is the first I've seen or heard of it. I'll ask Pete if he or Rosa looked into it. This is the kind of thing it would be easy to steal from, and nobody would know until it went broke."  He picked up the phone to call his partner. Max headed for the door. "Good night, sweets; talk to you later," he said as she pulled it open. She glanced back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss.

"Hello, Rosa, is Pete still alive?  Pete, Lee...Yeah, so far everything is on track. Say, did either you or Rosa look into the employees' annuity option... Me, neither; I just got a report on it today. Looks sort of like a semi-annual. It's all aggregate figures...Tomorrow morning? Late, around ten-thirty would be fine... It's time to up the pressure on Don...I wouldn't care, but Max would have a shit fit if you were here watching. She says it's going to be bad enough in front of Ashley, especially in front of Don...Unh uh, you want to watch, you suggest it," he laughed. "See you in the morning."


Wednesday morning. Max knocked on their connecting door and pushed it open. Lee looked up and grinned. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt. The skirt was a conservative charcoal brown A-line, and reached just below mid thigh. Her ivory white blouse was fairly sheer and was designed to be worn with the tails out. Under it, her bra, a similar color, seemed to be one of the soft cup one-cup-fits-all styles, camouflaging her slightly swollen breasts more than supporting them.

"Don just got in," she said, approaching his desk. "Shall we get started?"

He nodded and switched on the intercom. "Ash, would you call Mrs Bridges and have her tell Don I want to see him, then come in. Thanks."

He got up and walked around the desk to embrace his sister. "Why don't you come over tonight? We could invite Pete and Rosa to dinner, play some games; Pete said he'd like to challenge you to a game of strip euchre, men against women."

Max laughed. "I bet he would. Maybe after the baby's born. I know I don't show much, but I'm beginning to feel big..."

"Believe me, sweetheart, you aren't big. Unless somebody knew you real well before, they couldn't tell."

"He's telling you the truth, Max," said Ashley, who had heard the last exchange, as she walked up behind her. "I've seen you practically every business day for the past two years and didn't have any idea until you told me last night."

Max laughed. "That may well be, but I'm still not going to play strip anything with Pete."

Ashley's eyes widened. She looked at Lee. "If you're looking for a partner...uh, who else is playing?"

The twins laughed. "Rosa, I imagine," said Lee. "Pete proposed to her last week before he went on the trip to Niagara and Northport. She told me she was going to accept, but that was before their fight here Monday."

"Hmmm. I wonder which option he chose. She called earlier to get him on your calendar at ten-thirty. Said you had called last night, and that she didn't think, from the part of the conversation she had heard that you'd remember to tell me."

"Option? About getting married?" queried a puzzled Max.

Lee replied, "She gave Pete two choices, her, anyway he wants her, but only her; or her and the ability to screw just about anyone he wants, knowing she'll be out sport fucking as soon as she learns what he's been doing."

"That's the same mistake he made. Didn't you listen, Mr Brock? She didn't say she would, she said he shouldn't get angry and upset 'if' she did, and that she wouldn't, unless he did," Ashley said. "Men!"

"Wow! That's pretty broad minded of her. As you know, brother, before the final commitment is made, as long as I know who, I'm not too upset about you having sex with anyone. But if we do as you suggested, and live together to raise this baby, then your stable of possible partners is going to shrink pretty fucking drastically."

Before anyone could respond, there was a knock at the door. At a nod from Lee, Ashley went to answer it.  Don came into the room, vexed at being summoned, and then, at there being noone to announce him. He was close to fuming when Ashley opened the door. When he saw it was she who answered, and that Lee and Max were in the room with her, he all but lost it.

"Goddam it, Brock! What the fuck is going on here? You summon me like you're calling a friggin' clerk, and here you are, locked up in a room with a pair of wh..."

"Watch your language, Pieters. I 'will' support a sexual harassment suit if you don't. As for what's going on, I have decided to make some changes, which primarily affect you and these two ladies. Sit, while I explain." Don plopped down in one of the side chairs, glowering.

"First, Ashley. The new customer service department needs some expert help in learning how to process the new purchase requests, so I'm transferring Mrs Bridges out there effective tomorrow. She's already been approached and accepted the transfer. She will work there two days a week, to be gradually replaced by Ashley, who has generously agreed to take on the job. Before you object, let me continue.




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 05



"Now, Maxine, your wife. The first day I started here, she said she'd do anything so you could keep your position, and, as I'm sure you know, or have at least surmised, she has. She also told me it was your idea. 

"I've come to like screwing Max, quite a lot. At first, it was just screwing you because you seemed to be such an arrogant asshole." Don felt his ire begin to increase, his fists,  tighten. "But, over the last several weeks, it has been more about her, until, I realized, I was beginning to resent you having access to her at any level. 

"So, when the opportunity came up, I took advantage of it. Beginning right now, if you want to keep your position with Carruthers, you will no longer share your wife's bed."  Lee turned Max to face the desk and pushed her to lean on it, on her elbows.  He raised her skirt over her hips, gathered at her waist. His hand slid between her thighs to grasp the gusset of her panties and pull them down slightly so they could be easily bypassed. 

Don's eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Wha...What in Hell are you doing?" he shouted. "Get your fucking hands off my wife!"   

Lee just grinned as he slid his cock into the tall brunette. "You haven't been listening. She is no longer your wife; she's my mistress. For the immediate future, she may live in your house, but you will no longer sleep in her bed. Is there something difficult to grasp in that statement?"

Lee was slowly fucking Max, sliding in and out at a leisurely pace. Whether it was the depravity of the slow fuck, being fucked in front of Ashley, or being watched by her husband, or all three, it didn't take Max very long until she felt the signals that an orgasm was coming. Don heard her low moan.

"What's wrong? What's happening?" he asked, alarmed.

Her response was another groan, louder, longer, deeper. He saw her body begin to quiver, then shake. Her moans turned to short guttural sounds, "unh unh unh unh unh uh uh uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as the orgasm took over her body.

"That," pointed out Lee, "was an orgasm, something she obviously never had with you." He pulled his still erect cock from Max's vagina and motioned to Ashley to take her place next to Max, and to assume the same position. Slipping into her, he went on.

"Your failure to give Max an orgasm, I'm sure, is the result of faulty practice and experience. For the past few months I have been training Ashley, here, how to please a man. I have persuaded her, since I am removing your primary sexual outlet, to provide you with the opportunity to have sex once a month, so you can practice."

"Once a month? B...B...b...but..."

"Is that too much? Oh, you'll also have to use a rubber every time; no rubber, no sex. Understood?" Don numbly nodded. "Any questions?" asked Lee, looking at the women and the shocked creature sitting before him. He pulled his cock from Ashley and pushed her to her knees. He turned to face her and pulled her face to his groin.

When she swallowed his dick, he let out a satisfied groan and held her head in place briefly, savoring the pleasure. "I'm sorry to deprive you of this pleasure, but all Ash would agree to is vaginal sex, once a month. And, just like the women you use in the big cities, once you come, your time is up."

Before Don could answer, the intercom beeped two quick beeps, the company signal that the person on the other end needed a quick private word. Lee reached for his phone without pulling out of Ashley's mouth. "Lee Brock here."

"Mr Brock, Virginia Bridges. There's a phone call for Don; it's the manager of the Northport Trust Bank. That's the bank where Don..."

"I understand, Mrs Bridges. Would you transfer the call here? Thank you." He handed the phone to Don, who took it with a puzzled look.

"Don Pieters. Yes. Good morning, Mr Caruso... I'm sorry; what did you say?" He listened for a few minutes. Angrily, he slammed the phone back into its cradle, glaring at Max. "You bitch!" he shouted. "You motherfucking cunt!"

- - -to be continued



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 06



This chapter is light on erotica. It became necessary to set up the denouement, which involved some character building, some history, and some planning, but little in the way of sex. If you have been following the story, I hope you will still appreciate this and come back for the climax and planned surprises. Jb7

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Pete Adams and Rosa Montero were just about to turn into the parking lot at Carruthers Machine Tool when a cherry red Cadillac came tearing out of the drive, nearly sideswiping them. Pete caught the angry visage of Don Pieters glaring at him as the Caddy sped by. 

"Holy shit!" he cried. "I wonder what bug chewed its way up his ass. Lee said they were going to increase the pressure on him. Looks like they were successful. I can't wait to hear what they did." He glanced across the seat to his fiancé, to get her reaction.

Rosa was looking out the back window, after the Caddy, shaking her head. "When I talked to Max yesterday, she said it was just going to be a nudge."

"Lee told me a bit ago he planned to screw Max in front of Don. If some guy had the balls to try to do that to you now, I don't think I'd react in any sane manner. There would definitely be the need for an ambulance."

"Just as long as it was for him; there's nothing they can do to me worth you getting injured or worse. Understand?" she asked, taking hold of his arm and reaching up to kiss the side of his neck. He looked at her, with a smile that didn't rise above his lips and nodded.

After parking in the visitor lot, they hurried through the blustery late October winds off Lake Erie into the plant and made their way to the executive suite. Ashley was just coming out of Lee's office and saw them coming in. She turned around to give him a heads up. When Pete and Rosa approached her desk, she smiled and told them, "Max and Lee are waiting for you in Lee's office. Go on in."

"Hey, partner; morning, Max. What's been going on? Don nearly side swiped us on the way in, he was in such a hurry."

"Morning, guys. Would either of you like some coffee?" Rosa raised her hand and nodded. "Max? Pete?" He got nods from both. He hit the on switch on the inter com. "Ash, would you grab a pot of coffee and bring in cups and fixin's for five." 

"Five?"

"Yeah, I'd like you to sit in while we talk about this morning with Pete and Rosa."

"Do you really need me, Lee? I was going to go over and work with Virginia, to take advantage of Don's absence. She said he told her he was on his way to Northport, to straighten out some accounts and might be gone the rest of the day."

"That's probably better than you being in here. Go ahead. We'll handle the coffee." Max was already on her feet, headed for the door. Rosa quickly joined her. 

Pete waited until they were gone to ask, "Did you really poke her in front of Don?" Lee nodded. "But, she's your sister..."

"Can't help it. I've been in love with her since we were fifteen. Every woman I've been with, in one way or another, has been her, or like her. What can I tell you?"

"Not a fucking thing. Can't blame you; I think if she were my sister, I'd do the same thing. No offense, but I know I would, given the opportunity. All I'd have to do is find some way to placate Rosa."

"You two okay, now?"

"Yeah, damnedest thing. Monday, when we were making up, I told her I couldn't conceive of wanting someone else, 'n' she ran off a list of situations where she could accept it if I had another woman, one of which was swinging. Trading partners with another couple. Like we did Monday morning."

"She did! And did she suggest anyone for you?"

"No, but she wouldn't stop tickling me until I came up with my short list."

Lee saw the door begin to open. "I'd like to hear that, too." He picked up the envelope with the annuity information and tossed it to Pete. "Here's the annuity I told you about."

"Do you know if you guys have a copy of the contract issued to the individual annuitants?"

Max replied as she put down the tray with the coffee, "I'm sure we have one in personnel. I think the law requires it in case any employee wants to examine it."

"Could I get a copy?"

"Sure; I'll call Margo." She picked up the phone, punched in some numbers and spoke briefly to the person who answered. "She said she'd have a copy for you here in a few minutes."

"Lee, now, what the hell happened here this morning to make Doofus go tearing out of here like the Old Nick was biting his ass?" Pete demanded.

"Okay. First, Rosa, what do you know about the situation?" Lee responded.

"Me?" Rosa looked at him over her cup. "I know Don somehow forced Max into a marriage she didn't want; that he was attempting to take over the company; and using it, apparently, to launder money for some mobsters. Is there something else I should know?"

"Are you aware of my relationship to Max?"

"You mean besides being lovers? I gather you're some degree of cousin from what I've heard."

Max spoke up, softly. "I'm carrying his baby..." she paused, "my brother's baby."

Rosa's eyes opened wide in wonder. "Wow. That's ...none of my business."

She turned back to Lee. "Is there a reason you thought I needed to know that?"

"Full disclosure, I guess; to give you the chance to withdraw now, if it bothers you. When this is done, we'll probably be moving back to Cedar, where we would be interacting socially as well as professionally. If that seems like it might bother you, it would be best to know now."

"Like I said, it isn't any of my business. You have a weird sense of humor sometimes, but otherwise," she smiled, "you're okay. And Max, you're the kind of person I always wanted for a big sister. You just have strange taste in men," she added, with a big grin.

Max returned the grin with a hug. "Thank you. As for my taste in men, I can't help it. Would it help to know we're twins?" 

"Ohmigod," exclaimed Rosa, rolling her eyes and clutching her breast, obviously over emoting. "You poor child!"

"Okay, Sarah Bernhardt," interrupted Lee. "That's enough." he said sternly, but smiling. "But, thank you, Rosa. Your acceptance of the relationship means a lot, to both of us. 

"This morning. I called Don in to inform him that he could no longer share Max's bed, even if she was going to continue, for a bit, to live in his house. He was also told he was losing the secretary he'd had for five years. She was being promoted and transferred. In her place, he was being given Ashley for two days a week. 

"I had already cleared it with Ash, that she would agree to have sex with him once a month. There were some constraints put on that relationship which were spelled out to him. 

"Just as all that was finished, he got a call from the Northport Trust Bank. When he slammed down the phone, he screamed at Max and stormed out of this office, and the plant."

"You left out the most interesting bits, Lee. If you're going to tell a story, tell the whole story," admonished Max.

He raised his eyebrows, questioning her. "You sure?"

"Wasn't that part of the reason behind your question to Rosa?"

"Ennnnh, yeah, I guess. While I was giving this news to Don," he hesitated.

"He was fucking both Ashley and me, in front of Don." interjected Max. "It was one of the best orgasms I've had in a while."

"He didn't!" gulped Rosa

"You didn't!" laughed Pet e.

"Both of you?" continued Rosa. "Well, that I believe, but in front of...Wow! But why did he take off so fast?"

"Yesterday, while Lee was messing around with my secretary and her daughter, I sort of hacked into Don's home computer, and found his slush fund, the one Ashley suggested he and the bank must have to cover losses when they play the market. It was over $250K. 

"I, uh, returned the money he said he stole; it's sitting in a blind account I set up in the Caymans a few months ago, before I went out to talk to Lee. I also used part of it in a donation to the local Community Fund, in his name. 

"I all but emptied his personal checking account and added enough from the slush fund to make up a $250K donation. I think that left him about ten thousand." Max spoke in a low soft voice, as if confessing to her parents she had done something shameful.

Lee, Rosa and Pete sat looking at her, dumbfounded. "Holy shit," came from Lee, in a voice no louder than Max's. 

The sentiment was quickly echoed by Pete and Rosa, who added, "Way to go, girl!" eliciting a smile from Max, who continued.

"The call from the bank was probably to inform him that someone had raided his accounts. I'm kind of surprised they found it so soon. There hadn't been any traffic in or out of the account in over a month."

"Depending on what investments they've been playing with, the market has been fairly soft, at best, lately," Pete pointed out. "The Dow was down over 500 points yesterday." 

Lee broke in, "Max, call Mr. Murphey. Have him file the divorce papers, this afternoon if possible. Then go home and get your stuff together and either come to me or go to Dad's. I don't want you to have anymore to do with Don, not unless there's someone around to help keep him in check."

She nodded. "Want some help?" asked Rosa. Max smiled and nodded again.

In Northport, at the Northport Trust, Pasquale "Patsy" Caruso, manager of Special Customer Accounts (individual accounts in excess of 200K) was trying to figure out what had happened to his good friend's personal bank account. 

Someone had hacked into his password protected account and transferred $250,000 directly to the Riverview Community Fund. Ordinarily, such a transfer had to be manually handled, giving him the opportunity to check with the account holder to be sure it was a legitimate transfer, and not being done under duress. Somehow, whoever had done it, had bypassed all their safety protocols. When he had called Pieters at work, his reaction told Patsy it was a surprise to him to find someone had cleared out his account.

He clicked on the account to investigate the recent usage. He saw the transfer of nearly a hundred and fifty thousand dollars into the account immediately before the transfer to the Riverview Community Fund. When he saw the source of the deposit, his face went pale and he felt the acid pour into his stomach. He hit the printer icon and hoped his life insurance was up to date.

Pete was sitting at Max's desk, using her computer to access some employee records regarding their annuity donations. He looked at the data on the screen showing Mrs Bridges' record. He re-read the contract, then clicked on various icons on the screen, to get their definition. Scratching his head, he stood up and went to the connecting door to call Lee.

With Lee looking over his shoulder, he pointed out the anomalies, explaining how Don had been able, more or less legally, to take over a hundred thousand dollars from the 350 employees, two and half dollars a month at a time.

"What he has done, it appears, is created some kind of amalgamation of a deferred immediate annuity. Instead of the employees paying into a single annuity contract which accumulates value over the years, each month, out of their fifty dollar premium, the company, and more about that later, takes five percent in establishment costs, and sets up a whole new paid up annuity. 

"The contract specifies that the annuities do not begin to earn interest for a year, until the accumulated value reaches $600, which only can happen if that is the premium amount, the way this is set up. All they'll be getting back is their aggregated premiums, less the set up charges."

"What did you mean 'more about the company'?"

"This contract, these annuities are managed by the Northport Trust Bank, the same..."

"That son of a bitch!" Lee turned away from the computer and began to pace around the office, swearing to himself.

"Do you know any honest insurance reps?" he asked Pete, finally. "Someone we can turn this mess over to, and get a decent product for the employees? You said what they did was basically legal. Is there anything in what he's done that's actionable?"

"Not being a lawyer, I can't say for sure, but I don't think so; in fact, in managing the company to drive down the price of the stock, we're probably more at risk for censure than he is."

"Bullshit! How about the letters to stock holders, with the blatant lie about problems with SEC?"

"Certainly unethical; I don't know about illegal. You could always file a complaint with the SEC or even with the local DA. If there's a crime, they'd schuss it out. Or you could bounce it to your company attorney. That's one of the things you're paying them for."

The inter com on Patsy Caruso's desk buzzed. His secretary was calling to warn him that Don Pieters had just come in, looking like a storm cloud. A minute later, said storm cloud was barreling past the secretary into Patsy's office. Before saying anything, the banker got up and walked to a cabinet across the room. He opened the doors, revealing a wet bar.

"Scotch? Bourbon? Canadien?"

"Jack, if you got it; JB, if you don't. On ice."

The banker poured two drinks and carried one to his distraught visitor. "Any idea who raided your account?"

"That fuckin' cunt I'm married to." He drained his glass and handed it back to the banker, who waved him to the bar, where he poured himself another.

"What are you going to do? You do know she gave a quarter mil to the Community Fund in your name?"

"Wha...how in hell did she...Oh Fuck! No! She couldn't! The slush fu..." The banker was nodding his head. "Oh shit! I'm fucked! Marco will..." he looked at the banker, imploring him with his eyes.

"I haven't notified him yet. If the market recovers this week, even just a little, we may not need to tap it very much. There's about ten grand left. This morning we were down fifty. Do you have any equity in your house?"

"Yeah, what ever you have after three months; what's that, three-eighths of a percent of the mortgage." He tossed off his second shot.

The banker winced. "Ouch. I was thinking the bank might give you a loan, but with no equity... I'd be fired for making an unsecured loan that big."

"Thanks for the thought. Anyway to recover the money?"

"Afraid not. The money was accepted as soon as the circuit was completed."

"Huh?" Don asked, "Oh, the computer hookup. Yeah, I understand." He set his glass down on Patsy's desk. "Well, I gotta go find a bridge to jump off, or something."

"Under the circumstances, I hate to add to your worries, but I have to let you know, there has been a computer at Carruthers accessing the records of the annuity holders we service at your company."

As the banker watched, he could see the blood drain from Don's face. For a few seconds, he thought the troubled man was about to pass out. He watched him stagger to the door, lean on the jamb for several seconds and walk on through it to the bank's lobby. 

It was four-thirty when Don staggered back into the Carruthers office suite. From their position nearly directly across from the door, Mrs Bridges and Ashley saw him lurch toward Lee's office and buzzed his intercom to alert him to his impending visitor. Lee stuck his head into Max's office and gave Pete a heads up.

"Where is my cunt of a wife?" Don drunkenly demanded, careening into the office.

"I have no idea," answered Lee, making eye contact with his intruder.

"She's fuckin' ruined me." He lunged toward the chair where he had sat that morning, watching his wife being fucked by the man standing before him. "Ya wanna know what that bitch did? She robbed me; took ev'ry friggin' dollar I had, 'n' even some that didn' b'long t' me. 

"This mornin' you (burp) said you wanted her. Fine, you c'n have the fuckin' bitch. I wash my friggin' hands of her. 

"Ya oughta know, tho', there are others she's tangled with, stealing my money. They're gonna want theirs back, or they'll wanna take it out in trade, 'n' they don't trade fair."

"What do you mean, Don? Who?"

"Marco, that son of a bitch they call the Angel. Angel, my ass. If he's got a halo, it's cinched tight around his asshole. I (burp) don' like touchin' other men, or bein' touched by 'em, but ya don' see me wipin' my hands affer I shake hands wi' s'm'on'. 

"Him'n his two goons; they'll come fer her. I seen 'em in action. I was there when a guy come in, tryin' to welch on a bet. They brought in his wife and tol' him to sit down. 

"They handcuffed the poor son of a bitch to the chair. Then Marco walks up to the wife -- nice lookin' black girl, young, about twenty, slim, like Maxie, not as tall. He tells her the guy owes him some money, and he's behind on his payments...

Marci looked at her husband, questioning him with her eyes. Rog looked at the floor, unable to face her. "That's not the problem," Marco went on, "I don't care if he ever pays it, but I do need the interest paid, one way or another. That's where you come in. If he can't pay the interest, then it's up to you."

"Me? I don't have any money to..."

"Then you can work it off. You could come in a couple of times a week..."

"No!" shouted Rog. "Leave her out of it!"

Ignoring the outburst, Marco kept on talking to the girl, his voice soft, non-threatening. "If the interest isn't paid, your man might have an accident, maybe fall, hit his face, and get a black eye." Marci heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and turned to see Rog slumped in his chair. When he straightened up, the bruise on his face was already starting to form. "Or break a rib..."

"No!" she screamed. "Wha...what would I have to do?" She turned back to face Marco. 

He reached up and, with the back of his fingers, lightly caressed her breast, stroking it where he suspected the nipple was located. "Probably nothing you haven't already done. It would depend who was here when you came in. Sometimes the boys need some extra incentive, sometimes they just need someone to play with. Occasionally, I have a guest who needs someone to share his bed..."

She shook her head. "I couldn't do that, not overnight; please..."

Marco reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, looking into her eyes. "No other limits, then," he said. She hesitated, then, sobbing, nodded.

He tugged her blouse out of her waistband and slipped it off her shoulders. Reaching behind her, he pulled her to him and unfastened her bra, then dropped his hands to her ass and explored it over her skirt. In the background, Rog could be heard sobbing and shouting curses at Marco.

Marco found the zipper to her skirt and pulled the tab down to the bottom, then pushed the skirt off her slender hips. Marci stood there in her loose bra and lilac colored bikini panties, the shade a pleasing contrast with her café-au-lait skin. Marco pushed her back, pulling the bra away from her chest.

He stood there a moment, admiring her conical breasts, capped with chocolate kiss colored puffy nipples. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over her left nipple, disappointed when it didn't react. "Take off your panties, girl, and get down on your knees," he ordered, his voice hard, cold.

From where he was standing, young Donnie Pieters saw a look of resolve and resignation settle on the face of the young black woman as she pushed her panties down her thighs. With a pitying look over her shoulder to her man, she knelt before the fat man and reached for his belt.

"...while the rest of us watched, Marco and his two collectors fucked every hole that poor bitch had for nearly three hours without a break; once, all three of them at the same time. My job was to make sure her husband watched it happen.

"I know my cock isn't huge, but compared to Marco, I'm a fuckin' horse. I don't think she knew he was even in her, not even when he fucked her ass. You ever see a hamster fuck? That was Marco. In and out about a dozen times in three or four seconds. 




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 06



"After he finished screwing her butt, he moved to her mouth and made her suck his dick while the other guys helped themselves to her cunt 'n' ass. Evr'y Friday morning until the guy paid off his bet, that's what he told her.

"Tell Maxie that. She's a first class bitch, but I do care about her and don't want to see it happen to her. 'N' they won't care about any baby; prob'ly jus' fuck her harder. 

"Unless Caruso tells them sooner, 'n' I don' think he will 'cuz he's in the same effin' boat, I got two weeks to get the money to cover our losses." He lifted himself from the chair. 

"Oh, shit. I need a drink; you...no, home first. Did Maxie move out on me today?" Lee nodded. "Figgered she would. Tell her, in spite of everything, I really do wish her well."

He made it to the door, stopped and turned. "One more thing. I quit. I have two weeks vacation coming. Consider that my notice. I'd like to say it's been a pleasure working with you, but that would be a lie. Good night and good-bye."

"Don, let me call you a cab, or have someone drive you home."

"I don't want anything from you now except your absence in my life," Don replied, pulling himself into a drunk's imitation of sobriety.

"Then let me have Ashley or Mrs Bridges make the call." Don considered this briefly. "Or I'll have to call the cops," Lee added. Don looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and nodded. 

Lee hit his intercom and gave Ashley the instruction. "Give me your keys, Don. I'll give them back to you when you're in the cab." 

Don patted his pockets, looking for the keys. "Musta lef' 'em in the car," he slurred. 

The inter com buzzed. Ashley told him the cab was on the way. Lee asked her to have one of the men on the cleaning crew help Don out to the front entrance and stay with him until the cab came. 

A few minutes later, a large black teen appeared. "Let me know when he's gone. He drove a 2011 cherry red Caddy here. The keys may still be in the ignition. Check, and bring them to me, would you?" 

The youngster nodded and helped Don to his feet. "Come with me, sir."

Before Don was out the door, Ashley and Pete both entered Lee's office, closely followed by Mrs Bridges and Thelma. Lee looked up, startled at the invasion. He glanced at his intercom and smiled. He was going to have to do something about that.

The four of them started talking as soon as they were inside the office--all starting with the same question, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't kn..." He was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. It was Max.

"Hi, sweetie. I'm at Dad's; Rosa drove me over, so you have to come get me, and bring Pete. Dad offered to cook dinner for all of us, and explain..."

"Good. We'll be there. We have to drop Don's car off on the way...he came back drunk as a skunk; I'll tell you about it later. As soon as Don's cab comes, we'll be on our way. See you in a bit."

Ian Carruthers sat back in his chair after finishing his dinner wine. His children, their two friends and his mother/lover sat around the table, waiting for him to speak. His "I guess I owe you guys an explanation," was met with soft laughs and nods.

"It all started out in Indiana, near the farm Edie and I just visited. Your mother, Carole, and I were living in a farmhouse we were renting from a man married to a not-too-distant cousin. Nels also owned the building where I had started the business. We had met him at one of the holiday family gatherings we told you about.

I came home early one afternoon and found him all over Carole. She was successful in fending him off, but her shirt was open and she was getting tired when I showed up. I grabbed him by the belt and back of the neck and threw him off the porch, telling him to get out and stay out.

"He tried to say he had rights as the landlord, and I told him unless the house was in danger of burning down he had no rights at all, and if I caught him even lookin' at Carole again, he wouldn't have to worry about landlords' rights because he'd be dead.

"After watching him drive away, I went back in to take care of your ma. She was checking on you guys. She told me he had come in when she was upstairs and grabbed her when she came down; he told her he'd wanted her ever since he saw her at the gathering, and decided that was the day. 

"That night, we figured later, your ma got pregnant, but, unbeknown to us, the eggs got stuck in her tubes. Everything seemed fine for a couple of months, then she started spotting and complaining of pain down there. Then, about three months after I threw that SOB off the porch, I came home and found her collapsed on the floor, in a pool of blood. I called the ambulance, but it was too late. She'd been pregnant with twins; something about them invading the uterus and its blood supply; I don't know...

"I was totally...she had been my whole life, the reason for everything I ever did. Don't get me wrong, I loved you guys, but you were hers...Anyway, I went to hell, stopped working, defaulted on contracts, became a recluse. If Edie hadn't come to take care of you kids, I don't know what woulda happened.

"On top of everything, Nels doubled the rents on the house and the shop. He made a mistake, though; actually a couple. I'd insisted on 120 days notice if there was an increase of more than twenty-five percent in the rent. He only gave me thirty. When he dropped off the new lease, he reminded me that if anything was permanently affixed to the building, I had to leave it.

"I went to court to enjoin the increase in rent, and immediately began to dismantle the shop. Nels had come in one day when we were pouring new footings for some of the machinery, laying out threaded inserts to bolt them to the floor. He must have thought we were going to embed the machines in the concrete. 

"Well, we left everything that was nailed to the walls. Everything else we broke up and left in a pile in the middle of the floor, after we made sure it wasn't useable.

"After all of that, I shipped the machinery back here. Friends of the family had taken over the farm, leaving the house and barns empty...problem was, after six months of broken contracts and Nels' report, my credit wasn't worth a pile of cat shit. I set up the machines I could and started taking subcontracts to just keep body and soul together. Meantime, I was all over the Lake Country and Niagara Frontier trying to borrow money to get set up decently.

"Then one day, in early Spring, Marco showed up. He offered to finance the shop, without interest. I must have looked puzzled as hell; I can still hear those goddam words, "From time to time, I might need a favor from you."

"His companies built the shop. Within five years, I had to rewire all the electrical, replace the heating and A/C, and replace the roof. If I hadn't insisted the flooring and walls be done right...I shudder to think what it woulda been like.

"About a year after the shop was done, he asked his first favor. He said he needed me to broker a purchase for him. He'd order some parts from me, to be purchased from another company he'd specify, which would deliver it to his business site. I just had to handle the money. He said I could add two percent to the bill for my handling fee, for making the phone call and typing up the bill.

I figured, "What the hell; why not?" At first, it was once or twice a month, then once or twice a week. Just before he came to me to hire Don, it was daily. That day, I had the feelin' I shoulda said no. 

"He said he had a nephew, just out of college, who needed an entry level job, maybe something in sales, where he could learn how to act properly with people. A job where he could oversee Marco's dealings with Carruthers. He even offered to increase our fee to cover Don's salary.

"A few years went by and I didn't hear from him. Don worked out, sort of. He handled Marco's orders, and I was able to use him with more experienced salesmen to move specialty orders. 

"Then one day, I got a call from payroll, with a question about Don's commission. I told them he wasn't on commission. They told me he thought he was, and had included all the orders from Marco's company, at that time, running about 125K a week. Our top guys got a five percent commission; that's what he wanted, over six grand a week.

"I called him in and explained that Marco's business wasn't part of our commission structure, and if he had any questions about it, he should talk to his uncle. The next week, I got a call from Marco. Don was to be promoted to Sales Manager. He would earn commission on Marco's business, and our fee was increased to cover his salary, overhead, and our other associated expenses.

"I gotta give the kid credit, though. He became a good employee. He worked with his salesmen, showed them some things to make them better. Worked up a sales brochure presenting the shop as a modern facility, capable of turning out precision work on any scale. Came up with the addition to the retirement plan.

"Just before Maxie came on, we changed our structure, creating the VP positions. He applied just like everyone else. When Marco called to 'recommend' him, I told him Don was already at the top of the short list. He sounded surprised.

"Somehow, getting the VP spoiled him; he really became a bastard. He started looking like a gangster, and sounding like one. I can't count the number of times I had to reprimand him for his language in front of customers and the women in the office.

"About that time, when Don got the VP, I heard from Marco, he wouldn't be using us as a vendor any more. No explanation. I said that was fine by me, and told him I thought I had repaid his favors a few times over. All he said was maybe. That's when I asked Virginia to keep an eye on Don. I didn't realize she still did. I'm gonna have to find a way to reward her."

"So you knew about the money laundering? Christ, Dad, why didn't you say something when we told you what we were planning, before the wedding?"

"Like I said, I thought it had stopped. In all this time that Virginia's been watching him, she never said anything."

"She never said she suspected any thing?"

"Suspected? Yeah, she said she was sure he was doing something funny; she told me about the accounts, but said it didn't look like any money from the business was involved. That's all I cared about, at the time...and I felt I owed Marco," he finished, barely loud enough to be heard.

Lee blew his breath out, expressing his exasperation. Before he could speak, Pete asked, "Are you going to tell them about what Don said when he came back?"

The other four looked at him expectantly, and listened without interruption until he reached the point in his narration when Don said he wished Max well. That elicited a snort from Max. 

"Actually, Max, I think he was sincere. He could have gone straight to Marco and told him what you had done. He would have had to take some lumps, but I have a hunch he thinks if he can replace the money, he'll be able to shield you from his gang boss.

"The big question is, what do we do now?"

At the end of two hours of discussion, they came up with three steps to take. First, Lee and Max were going to move back in with Ian, keeping up the lease on his present house. 

Second, they needed to get Don back on board to handle the launderette, while they tried to find legitimate money he could use to cover the stock losses. 

Third, wait to hear from Marco, which they were sure they would do. Either Don or the banker would let something slip, they were sure.

After warning each other to be careful, the two younger couples left to go to their respective homes. After locking the front door, Lee drew Max into his arms. "God, I'm glad you're here. I worried about you, there, with him. I was afraid he might get...aggressive, I guess is the word."

Max smiled, knowing what lay behind his words. "I love you, too. Now that you have me permanently in your bed, are you ready to give up all those other women you've been messing around with?" she asked, slipping her arms around his waist, pulling him into her just barely visible baby bump.

Lee smiled at the contact, content with the fact of approaching parenthood. "What women? I don't remember any other women."

"And he's smart, too," she said, kissing him. "C'mon, lets get to bed. Starting tomorrow, we have to back away from the brink of bankruptcy."

As she crawled into bed with him, Lee admired his sister's body. "I'm glad I'm a guy, but I have to admit, women's bodies are a lot nicer than men's."

"Oh, I don't know ab..."

"Sure they are. You've got three nice toys to play with, while we only got the one."

Max laughed loudly. "Does that mean I'm a toy box?"

"Mmhm," he said pulling her close, in the spooning position, sliding his hands between her thighs, cupping her mons, "This is my very own personal toy box." He bent to kiss her on the side of the neck. "Have I told you today how much I love you?"

"Mmm; once or twice, but you can show me again."

"Something you want?" he asked, with a grin, thinking he knew.

"Mmhmm," she purred. "I want to go to sleep with you in me." She reached between them and stroked his burgeoning member. When it had reached its limit, she rolled back on to her side and pulled her upper knee to her chest, opening her quim to her brother. 

He maneuvered himself into position and slipped his staff between her waiting lips. When he was fully seated in her, she brought her leg back down and trapped him in her quim. He squirmed around on the bed, positioning them for the maximum contact. Finally convinced he wasn't going to be able to get any closer, he reached up to gently clasp her breast and asked, "You okay?"

"Mmhm," came the sleepy reply. An instant later, it seemed, the alarm went off. Lee was happily surprised to find himself still caught in Max's web. 

In his struggles to get up on his knees, he freed himself, but then re-entered her and began to slowly move in and out. When she stirred, he looked up at her face, to discover a loving smile. "Mmm, what a lovely way to wake up and begin the day," she purred.

After showering and dressing, the twins drove to Don's house, where Max left Lee, reminding him of the spare key in the flower box. He needed it when there was no answer to the doorbell or the phone. Don was still asleep on the couch, where he had collapsed when he arrived home. 

A cold washcloth was all it took. Hungover and groggy, Don didn't remember the day before with anything approaching clarity. It wasn't until Lee began recounting the events involving him that Don was able to recollect any of it.

"Oh, shit! Why didn't you just let me drive home and go off the bridge. Marco's gonna kill me."

"Maybe; probably, if you don't help us." 

"Help you? Why the fuck should I do that? If it wasn't for you and that c..." He saw Lee's face begin to cloud up; "wife of mine, I wouldn't be in this fuckin' mess. 

"Where the fuck is she anyway. I'm surprised she didn't answer the door...oh, yeah; she moved out. She with you? Good luck; I thought she was as naive and pure as the driven snow. Turned out, she was a slut of the first water." 

He hung his head, staring at the floor for a long moment, then raised it to look at his visitor. "Shit! What kind of help do you need from me?"

"Until he learns about the raid on your slush fund, we need someone to manage the money laundering at Carruthers. In exchange, we'll try to help you find some legitimate money to cover the loss you'll probably be faced with when the current load is returned."

Don squinted up at him. "Why're you trying to help me?"

"First, I think you really care about Max and wouldn't want her to get hurt. Second, Max filed for divorce this week. We'd like it to be easy. Third, Ian thinks he saw something in you before you got so heavily into the gangs. He said before you became a VP, you were a good boss."

Don turned to look down at the floor, then raised his head. "What's your plan?" Lee shrugged his shoulders. Don laughed. "Go make some coffee while I get dressed. Christ! I smell like a brewery. Where the fuck did I go?"

"Can't say. You got back to the plant about four, too drunk to be let out by yourself, so we sent you home in a cab. Wherever it was, it was between the plant and wherever you went after you got that phone call."

"The...oh; yeah. I remember having a couple there, and leavin', then..." He shook his head. "Nothing until I got back to the plant." He turned to look at Lee. "Didn't I quit? I seem to remember..." Lee nodded. "'N' you still want me to help. You're either a pollyanna or the world's biggest sucker." He turned to get his shower. "Coffee; lots of it."

Max, Lee, Pete, Don, Rosa and Ashley sat around the conference table in the meeting room at Carruthers Machine Tool. Pete had reviewed what the team had learned, and Ashley had just revealed they had discovered four accounts in addition to the slush fund Max had raided. Don sat there, dumbstruck, feeling like he was naked on stage, in front of a hostile audience.

With a nervous grin, he asked, "You guys didn't discover my mother's favorite color underpants, by any chance, did you?"

Without batting an eyelash, Max replied, "Pink."

At the same time, Rosa piped up, "Green."

Ashley, "Blue."

The three men sat there, looking puzzled and shocked. An instant later, the six of them were laughing. "Shit, and I thought I had been so smart and careful, it would have taken you years to find all this, and you did it in under three months. Either you're very good, or I'm just a dumb fuck," Don said, complimenting them in his own way. 

He looked at Max. "The boss here said you filed for divorce..." 

She nodded and slid a large manilla envelope across the table to him. She had had it ready since the first time she talked to the lawyer. "Here are the papers for you to sign, if you will. You get the house and the furnishings, except for some personal things; I get the Mercedes and the Carruthers stock..."

"The stock? What's it worth now? You'd be cheatin' yourself."

"There was an independent offer this morning for three dollars a share."

"So my stock is worth, maybe, seven-fifty or a grand, if I'm lucky."

"If you agree to sign right now, before you sign, I'll give you five thousand for your stock, and the rest of the agreement stands as is," Lee interjected. Max looked at him, puzzled.

"I promised to help him raise enough money to cover his stock losses if he'd help us. This gets him some legitimate money, and gets us back the stock, in a legal transaction." 

She nodded. "Well, Don?"

"Write your check, and give me a pen." He looked at Max and sighed, wanting to say something, and not knowing what. Lee took out his checkbook and wrote out the check, then passed it, and a transfer for the stock to Don, who immediately signed the transfer and the divorce papers. "Now what do we do?"

"We find someone to loan you enough to cover the rest of the loss, and we wait for Marco to react."

- - - to be continued



A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 07



Lee and Max get some good news, and some not so good news. They settle things with the bad guys. Fate takes a hand, while someone out of Rosa’s past appears and causes a crisis.  Includes a double occurrence of forced non-consensual homosexual sex.  If you find that objectionable, sorry. Otherwise, enjoy. Jb7


A Dish Best Served Cold   Ch. 7


Max lay back on the exam table, her feet in the stirrups. Squirming around, looking for a comfortable position, she wondered, not for the first time, “Is this how a turkey feels at Thanksgiving?”  A few minutes later, Sue Schnietter, MD, OB/GYN, walked in after knocking, and greeted her. 

After a few minutes of catch up and discussing Max’s overall health, the doctor donned her stethoscope and slid the bell across Max’s now significant baby bump. The doctor stopped just about midline and listened carefully. She consulted Max’s file.  “You’re about eighteen weeks, is that right? Appetite?”

“Oh, god, Sue, I’m hungry as a horse lately, all the time.”

“Twins run in the family?”

Max laughed. “You might say. I’m a twin, and so is the father, and so were our great-grand-parents.”  Sue’s eyebrows raised slightly at her  answer. Max saw the mini-reaction and inwardly blushed at her unintentional revelation.

“That would help explain it.”  She turned to Max and smiled. “I’ll have Bobbi come in and get the equipment set up to do an ultrasound to confirm it, but I’m pretty sure I heard two heart beats.  Would you like to sit up until it’s ready?”

“Yes, thank you, Sue.”  She paused, then, “May I ask a question?”

“Of course. Something bothering you?”

“Not really.” she hesitated, not sure now she wanted to ask the question. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “The babies’ father is my brother. How much will that complicate things?”

The thirty-something doctor looked at Max, her expression slightly on the shocked side of neutral.  She knew such things happened, but this was the first instance she personally had encountered, since she started her internship, thirteen years ago. 

She hoped the shock wasn’t apparent in her voice as she answered. “There isn’t any easy answer to that, simply because we don’t have enough solid data to make a prediction. We toss around statistics anywhere from a seven percent chance of birth defects to twenty-five or thirty five percent. The truth is, the lower end is extrapolated from societies where cousins and uncles and nieces are permitted to marry and have children, and from the results of animal inbreeding. 

“The upper end is based on what we see when developmentally disabled young women come in after they’ve been impregnated by their relatives. Often the resulting children have some defect, but is that from the incest, from the disabled girl not being properly cared for, herself, during the pregnancy, or from whatever caused the mother’s disability in the first place?  Sometimes, it appears to be the result of multi-generational incest. We just don’t know.

“All I can tell you is that the fact you and the father are twins significantly increases the risk of complications; how much is impossible to say. In your parents’ generation, are there any problems you know of?”

Max smiled. “No. Going back three generations, there has been a general problem with fertility, and with reduced resistance to infections, but no identifiable physical or mental defects. On the contrary, we are all healthy, generally; the men, handsome and well built, and quite intelligent.

“However, the family has pretty well bred itself out of existence. With these two, the entire extended family numbers ten. In fact, my brother and I are the only members of our generation.”

“Well, we’ll keep a close eye on the three of you, to be sure. Bobbi will be right in. When she’s set up, she’ll help you back into the stirrups.”

A half hour later, the two women were seated at the desk in the exam room. “You all look healthy enough. It appears that you have a matched pair, one of each. They are both in the high nineties, percentile wise, for size. That’s why I placed a pessary cup over the opening of your cervix. 

“I’m sorry to have to do this so early in the pregnancy, but you should restrict your sexual activity, no penetration of any kind below the waist.”  The doctor saw the stunned look on Max’s face. “I know that’s a surprise, but with some of the endometrial  problems you’ve had in the past, I think it’s best.”

“I know, Sue, it’s just...it’s complicated. I just moved in with my brother a few weeks ago, and made him promise he wouldn’t have sex with anyone but me.” She gave a small laugh. “That was the same week I introduced him to three women I said would be glad to take care of his sexual needs.”

“Max! Didn’t anyone ever warn you about STI’s?”

“I know, Sue, but two of them were virgins, and the third said it had been so long since she was with a man, and it hurt so much to insert a tampon, she was sure her hymen had grown back.” 

Sue looked at her, aghast, then laughed. “Still...anyway, there’s always oral.”

Max made a ‘sour’ face. “Mmhmm, I guess. It just isn’t the same. What about me, and my orgasms?”

“You’re probably fine for the next couple of months; but, nothing too strenuous, and no penetration, not even fingers, okay?”

“Okay,” Max pouted, sticking out her lower lip, and then laughed, joined by the doctor, who was shaking her head as she left the room.

Max put on her coat, grabbed her purse and left, thinking, “Well, I know some women who might be happy.”


Max had gone straight home after her visit with the doctor. She hadn’t wanted to give Lee the mixed news at the office. She knew, or thought, he‘d be pleased with the news about the twins.  She also suspected he’d be upset about the limits on her sexual activity. 

As she moved around the kitchen, she thought she could feel the pessary clamping her cervix shut, but couldn’t be sure. She remembered hearing that ninety-five percent of the tactile nerve sensors in the vagina were located in the first two and a half inches from the opening. She was sure her cervix was beyond that, but she was aware something new was in there. 

As she put the casserole in the oven she heard the door to the garage open. A few minutes later, Lee’s arms were sliding around her waist, pulling her to him. His hands slowly drifted up to gently cradle her swollen breasts. “Hi, beautiful; I missed you this afternoon. Everything okay at the doctor’s?”

She turned in his arms to face him, to get a hello kiss before she answered, “Mostly. Some good news, some not so good. Pour us some wine while I finish putting the salad together.”

“That bad, huh, that I’m going to need a drink?”  He leaned back, still holding her, to look into her eyes.

“Or that good, so that you’ll want a drink to celebrate.  Or, maybe,” she smiled at him, “a little of both. I’d like some sherry on ice, please.”

Lee smiled, and acceded to her wishes. “Fine. In your own good time, and in your own good fashion. ‘Twas ever thus,” he quoted, reminding her how she had usually gotten her own way in arguments with him.  She just smiled at him.

Several minutes later, he was back in the kitchen with the drinks, having changed from his suit to a pair of casual slacks and a polo shirt. He set Max’s drink on the counter, next to where she was working. She picked it up and turned to watch him sit down at the kitchen table. “Sue said the twins are fine, but I can’t do anything but oral sex until they’re born.”

Lee’s face broke into a huge grin. “Twins!!”  He jumped up and grabbed her around the waist and began to dance around the kitchen. He got about three steps into his impromptu dance and stopped to look at her. “What do you mean, only oral sex?” he asked, that part of her finally statement sinking in.

She extracted herself and sat down. “I’ve had some problems in the past I won’t bore you with, so Sue decided I needed a pessary to keep the cervix closed until it’s time to deliver. She also said no penetration, not even fingers, below the waist.

“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon, and tomorrow I’ll speak to Thelma and Ashley, and enlist them and Teesha to help you through the rest of the pregnancy.”

Lee dropped to one knee in front of her. “That’s not necessary, sweetheart. I can wait for you...”

She looked at him over her very prominent baby bump. “I know you can, but I don’t want you to have to.  With the mess Don caused, you have enough to deal with. With those three ready and willing to help you out, I won’t have to worry about you getting over stressed. Now stop arguing with me. The casserole is about ready to come out. Sit down to eat.”

Lee looked at her. He felt a wave of emotion well up inside of him. “You’re too good to me. I can...”

“Lee, I’ve decided.  I know you won’t fall in love with them, that it will simply be sex, no different than drinking a glass of water when you’re thirsty, or having a sandwich when you’re hungry. This way, I’ll know who and when, when you have to satisfy that particular appetite, and on those nights,” she went on, smiling, “I’ll expect you to take care of me. It can only be oral, but in this case, eating is much better than fasting. Okay?” She wrinkled her brow at him, eliciting a smile.

He sighed. “Twas ever thus.”  

Her smile widened as she kissed him, then went to the stove and pulled out the casserole.


On her way into her office, Max stopped and exchanged a few words with Thelma, who simply nodded in response.  An hour or so later, when she saw her daughter come into the executive area with the mail, she buzzed Ashley and asked her to come to Max’s office. When Teesha got to Thelma’s desk, she was told Max wanted to see her and Thelma.

Ashley was already in the office when the pair of black women entered. Max greeted Teesha and asked them to sit down. She looked at her desk for several seconds before beginning.  

“A few weeks ago, I maneuvered the situation so that Lee had sex with all of you. After the first time, you, Thelma, and you, Teesha, were led to understand that it would be a continuing activity. 

“However, things happened, and, as you probably know, Lee and I became a couple, with the understanding neither of us would have any sex partners outside our relationship.

“Yesterday, I learned my bundle of joy,” she paused, patting her stomach, “is really a double bundle - - twins. For a lot of reasons, the doctor has decided I need to  restrict my sexual activity. 

“Rather than add that stress to Lee’s load right now, I’m asking if any of you would be interested in resuming the relationship you had with Lee before I moved in with him.”

“Starting when?” Teesha grinned.

“Girl, you be...” her mother started.

“That’s okay, Thelma. Lee’ll appreciate her eagerness.” She looked at Teesha. “He’s right through that door, Teesha. If you have time, you can start right now,” she said, pointing to the inter-office door to Lee’s office.

Teesha stood up, unconsciously licking her lips. “Uhh, I’m not sure if I have time, but can I just pop in and check with him about when...”  Max chuckled and nodded.  

The other three women watched as the nineteen year-old hurried to the door Max had pointed to, knocked and opened it to step through.

Thelma simply shook her head and looked at Max. “Is everything okay, Miss Maxine?  I know how important it was to you when you moved in to have him to yourself.”

“Everything is fine, Thelma, thank you. We didn’t expect the restriction so early. I’m not even half way yet, but the doctor says the twins are growing so rapidly, they’re almost off the chart for size.”

Ashley broke in. “Is there anything else we can do for you, Max?”

Max smiled at the big blonde. “Just keep an eye on things, and keep me up to date. How’s our recovery going?”

Ashley smiled. Outside the family, due to her buying up stock in the company when it had been dirt cheap, she was the single largest stockholder. “We’re doing fine. Right after we announced the two new lines the stock started going back up. The opening bid this morning was a $50 offer OTC. So far, it’s been unaccepted.”

“Good. What’s Don been up to?”

“Mostly, he’s been quiet, tending to his own business. He’s had a couple of calls this week from Marco, and three or four from that banker. 

“He knows I keep track of the market, and he’s asked me to...”  She was interrupted by a scream of joy from the office on the other side of the door.  Ashley grinned; Max smiled; Thelma’s face went dour and she shook her head.

“Something wrong, Thelma?” Max asked.

Thelma looked at Max, her lips tight, then lowered and shook her head. “What is it, Thelma. Something’s bothering you. Tell me.”

“No; it’s just me. I knew it when it happened the first time. I just hadn’t thought about it until afterward. Then, Mr. Lee, he recognized it, but it didn’t stop him, and when I realized...well, I knew I should have expected it, seein’ how it is with you two.”

“Expected what, Thelma?”

“Them. Teesha is your half sister. Didn’t he tell you?”

“No, my brother didn’t share that tidbit with me. Does Teesha know?”

“No, and I can’t tell her because she’d blab it all over the company. That girl couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.”

“Is she on birth control?” Ashley asked.

“She is now, but it started after their first time.”  She winced as another scream was heard through the door, followed by loud feminine laughter. “Ms Max, may I be excused. Much as I’m glad she’s having a good time, somehow it don’t seem right, me sitting here listening to it.”

“That’s fine, Thelma. What should I tell Lee?”

Thelma looked at Ashley. “Whachoo gonna do, gerrrulll?” she asked, smiling and stressing her black Southern accent. 

Ashley looked at Max. “As long as it’s with your permission, I’ll fuck that cock every chance I get.  Your were right about Don.  I hardly know he’s there, and by the time I do recognize it, he’s ready to pull out. He’s not only a nuisance fuck, it’s goddam frustrating after Lee.” Max nodded, smiling.

Thelma shrugged and grinned. “Tell him he owes me for three weeks.  At least.  And I expect ...well, just tell him I’ll be waiting, but he better not be too long.” She got up and walked to the door. “Actually, him bein’ too long wouldn’t be a problem, he jus’ shouldn’t make me wait more’n a day or two.”  She turned to look at Max. “Unless you’re gonna be there, too,”

Max smiled. “May be,” she answered, drawing it out to two syllables. “I’ve learned with Lee to never say never, or even probably not, but thanks for the offer, Thelma.”

“Was there anything else you needed from me?”  Ashley asked as Thelma nodded and left.

“Yes, if you have a few minutes. I need more information on Don’s activities.”


 Max looked at the teenager. “He’s right through that door, Teesha. If you have time, you can start right now,” she said.

Teesha stood up, unconsciously licking her lips. “Uhh, I’m not sure, but can I just pop in and check with him...”  Max chuckled and nodded.  

The other  women watched as the nineteen year-old hurried to the door,  knocked, and opened it to step through.

Lee was just exiting his private restroom when there was a light knock on the door between his office and Max’s.   He was about to say, “Come in,” when the door opened and Teesha’s face appeared in the opening. He grinned and motioned for her to enter.

Max had told him she was going to ask the women he had been banging earlier if they would resume their relationship with him for the duration of her pregnancy. Evidently Teesha was more than willing. 

The mocha colored teen entered the office and closed the door.  Lee met her halfway across the floor and pulled her into a loose hug, his arms around her waist, pulling her ass toward him so their groins met. His memories of their last time together stirred his little giant to life. Teesha grinned as she felt it grow and press into her belly.

She slid her hips side to side, caressing his wild thing. “Guess you’re glad to see me, huh, boss man?”  In reply, Lee bent down and nuzzled her neck, grabbing a mouthful of flesh and gently nibbling on it. “Oh, god, boss man! You keep that up and I’m apt to lose my job.”

“Oh? And why would that happen?” he asked with a smile, and resumed his activity on the other side.

“‘Cause iffen you don’t stop, I’m about to tear off your pants ‘n’ fuck you right here on the floor. You showed me such good times before, my fingers just aren’t enough anymore. Ohhhh, fuck, boss man!  Hurry, please! Fuck me, now!”

Lee picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the love seat.  He lowered her feet to the floor so she was standing, then sat on the small sofa and began to unfasten the waist band on her jeans. When she began to pull her top off, he stopped her. “That’s my job,” he told her. “You just stand still.”  In short order, he had her standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a dark red thong.

He reached out to slide his hand between her thighs, his thumb sliding against the moist garment. “My turn, boss man,” she said, reaching for his tie. When she fumbled his shirt buttons, he moved her hands to his waist and finished unbuttoning his shirt while she worked on his pants.

He was still seated when she was ready to pull them off. He raised his ass from the love seat to help her as she pulled his pants and shorts down. She dropped to her knees to remove his shoes and pants, and stayed there to pay some attention to his erect cock.

She slid her mouth over the crown and began humming, bobbing her head in rhythm with the familiar tune.  Lee guffawed out loud when he recognized the tune.  He pulled Teesha up off her knees, to kneel on the love seat, straddling him.

“Itsy Bitsy Spider?” he asked with a grin.

“It was the only one I could think of,” she answered, taking hold of his staff and moving it into position. “I wanted to make it good for you. Was I okay?”  She began to move up and down on him. “Uuunnnhh,” she moaned. “Damn, boss man, do you have to be so fuckin’ big? How’m I gonna find someone when Ms Max is able to handle you?”

Lee began to thrust up into her, bouncing his butt off the sofa.  Teesha began to make a low moaning sound, actually a series of short moans, coinciding with his thrusts, “uh uh uh uh uh uh uh...”

She felt the tension building in her belly. She could swear she could feel every bump and vein on his cock as it moved in her, filling her quim, massaging her vaginal walls, sliding over all her sensitive spots as her clit bumped  his pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck, boss man, I’m gonna...uh, uh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, ahhhiiieeeeeeee!” she screamed.

Before she knew what he was doing, Lee had her turned and lying on the love seat, her knees up by her ears, draped over his shoulders. He was pounding into her with long powerful thrusts. 

She could feel his cock massage the deepest recesses of her cunt, then slide back over a very tickley spot deep within her. By clamping down on his cock, she found, she could not only increase the intensity of the sensation, but also the duration as he pulled back. 

She wrapped her arms around him and tried to link her feet behind his shoulders. She reached up to place her lips by his ear. “Fuck me, boss man. Fuck your black bitch cousin. Does that turn you on, boss man, fucking your cousin? C’mon, boss man, fuck me harder, punish my pussy like you punished mama’s.   

“Did you know she fucked Mr. C., the owner? That’s when she caught me. Fuckin’ the boss, just like me. You gonna give me a baby, too, boss man? Like my daddy did to mama? 

“My daddy’s your cousin; that makes us cousins. That makes this incest, don’t it? You’re doin’ incest with your black bitch cousin, boss man. Do you like that, huh? Fucking your black cousin’s cunt, hard and deep? Oh, yeah! Like that, boss man, jus’ like that!  unh unh oh yeaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!”




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 07



Her orgasmic scream set off Lee’s explosion of seminal fluid deep in her sheath. He collapsed on her chest to recover while his spasming cock emptied itself as it flagged. When it finally slipped out of her, Lee raised up and kissed Teesha lightly on the lips, getting a warm smile in return. 

With a sly grin, he bent down and placed another kiss on each of her nipples, then pressed his lips to her, between her mounds, and blew a raspberry, eliciting the laughter which drove Thelma from Max’s office.

“Why do you think Mr. C. is your father? Did your mother say something?” he asked.

“No; she doesn’t know I know. Last Christmas, I was getting some wrapping paper from her closet and found a box of old pictures. There were some of her and him, naked. She told me she was working here when she was my age. Looking at her height and his, and mine, it doesn’t take a lot of imagination. 

“I don’t blame her, or him. He was a good lookin’ man, ‘n’ he had recently lost his wife, I guess. People got needs. Sometimes there’s an itch it takes two to scratch, ya know?”

Lee grinned. “Yeah, I know, like now.”  Teesha grinned and hugged him.

Releasing him, she said, “I gotta get back to work or the boss’ll have my ass,”  She gave him a sideways look, “unless you’re willing to vouch for me.” she went on, grinning.

Lee laughed. “Depends. What’ll you give me?”

“Well, last time, you said twice a week.”

“I did?  Well...”

“But you weren’t attached then, so I’d understand if you had to cut it down to once, but could it be at the end of the day?  This has screwed up my schedule something awful.  At the end of the day, I could clean you up properly,” she said, running her tongue around her lips, suggestively.

“Okay. Mondays at four then, or four-thirty.”

“Four-thirty, that’s when the bosses leave, isn’t it? That way, Bill, my boss won’t be here to check up on me.”

“Four-thirty it is, Monday.”

She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. “Thank you, boss man. I think I’m gonna like doing my white cousin.”

Lee put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Me, too, cousin.” He slid his hands down to grip her butt. “By the way, did anyone ever tell you, you have a nice ass.”  He gave it a friendly swat. “Now get it out of here before I report you for sexual harassment.” She laughed and skipped out the door.

His ‘re-unions’ with Thelma and Ashley were similar, both of them more than eager for his cock. Matters at work took up much of Lee’s time, launching the two new lines–manufacturing the hardware bases for industrial robots and laser-based tools. He had been able to enlist Don’s help in designing an ad campaign, not only in industry trade mags, but also in some of the more scientifically oriented pop magazines. 

It had been sufficiently successful that the company experienced enough of an up tick in business to make it necessary to add an evening shift to meet the increased demand.  When it was announced and volunteers solicited to work the later shift, Virginia had come to him.

He and Max were going over the personnel roster to see whom they could approach if there weren’t enough volunteers, and how many new hires they might need when Thelma buzzed them and said Virginia Bridges wanted to talk to them. After coming in and greeting them, she sat down and stared at her lap for a long moment.

“Ron would shoot me if he knew I was doing this,” she began. “If you haven’t settled on an evening foreman yet, please consider Ron. Not only is he the senior employee in the shop, he also has the broadest range of experience of anyone else on the floor. There isn’t a machine out there he hasn’t used, if not mastered.

“The only reason he hasn’t asked for the job is that he doesn’t think you’d consider him because he doesn’t have the education he thinks you want; all he has is a GED and a year of trade school.”  She paused to look at them, and saw them nodding to each other.

Taking it as a good sign, she continued, “Along with that, I think you should also transfer me to the evening shift. Rick is on top of the problems with the guys in customer service and their lack of follow through. He can handle them, and if there were any problems, we could discuss them at shift change.

“I could supervise the evening crew, which is when most of the problems crop up anyhow, with mostly foreign orders coming in.”

Lee grinned at Max. “Not to mention that if Ron accepts the foreman job, they’d be working the same hours, maybe having time for some skizzling over supper hour.”

Virginia looked at him, her face a map of surprise and shock, and then laughed, realizing he was teasing her. “Lee! How could you...well, knowing Ian, I know how you could, but...”

“Oh, come on, Virginia,” chided Max, “don’t try to tell us you hadn’t thought about it.”

“Welllll,” the older woman answered, with a small smile. “But I’m asking mostly for Ron. He deserves it, and won’t ask for himself.”

“Frankly, Virginia, he was near the top of the list of people we were thinking about.  The two ahead of him have already said they didn’t want to work late, so...”

“Thank you, Lee. If Max weren’t here, I’d thank you like I used to thank Ian, but I don’t think she’d like...”

“Show me,” Max interrupted, “and if it’s what I think it is, you can thank us both, if you don’t mind Lee ...”

Virginia cut her off by getting up and stepping in front of her to place a kiss on her lips. At five foot six inches, and a hundred and thirty pounds, Virginia was a nicely rounded, feminine woman. At sixty, she was still young enough to want more loving than her husband could deliver with his fingers and tongue. Max’s invitation started her juices flowing.

She stood up from the kiss and moved her hands to her waist to unfasten the waistband of her slacks. She pushed them and her panties down her legs until they fell by themselves to pool around her feet. Dropping to her knees, she pushed Max’s legs apart and slid her hands up under the younger woman’s skirt to grab her panties.

“Lee, as long as it’s my pussy, you do what ever you want to back there while I tend to your sister.”  Barely a second later, she could hear the sound of a zipper, then felt Lee’s legs brush against the outside of hers.  His hand was exploring her lady, caressing her lips, probing her opening, tapping her clit, while she was copying his actions with her tongue on Max. 

Both ladies were moaning with pleasure. Max’s fingers were tangled in Virginia’s hair, pulling her face into Max’s puss. Virginia was doing her best to reach Max’s g-spot with her tongue when Lee invaded her pussy with his eight-inch rod. Her moan echoed in Max’s cavern, setting off the pregnant woman’s orgasm.

The combination of suddenly being filled after being empty so long, the stimulation of her clit and g-spot, and her reaction to Max repeatedly thrusting her cunt into Virginia’s face while her thighs clamped the greying head in place, tripped Virginia’s own orgasm. 

Her moan rivaled Max’s in volume and her hips were trying to propel her through a four-minute mile. It was enough to speed Lee to one of the quickest climaxes he had experienced since his early teens.  The warmth of his spend on her inner walls bumped Virginia’s climax up a couple of notches, extending it several seconds, milking Lee’s cock of all his spend.

When she finally stopped moving, Lee sat back on his heels, pulling his cock from Virginia’s quim, eliciting a loud groan of disappointment. She felt the tension in Max’s hands release and copied Lee, sitting back on her own heels. Lee’s hands came around her to cradle her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. “Wow, that was...wow,” was all he said.

She nodded and looked up at Max, who was still sitting with her legs spread, her eyes closed and a wide smile on her face.  Virginia watched as Max opened her eyes and, if possible, gave her a wider smile. “Mmhmm,” was all the young pregnant  woman said and closed her eyes again.

Virginia looked back over her shoulder to Lee. She half turned on her knees and pulled him to her for a kiss. “Thank you; that was more than good. I wish it could have lasted longer, but it’s probably fortunate that it didn’t. I better get back to work or folks might talk.”

“If you say so. Feel free to come back to...get my input on any problems you might have,” he said, with a sexy leer.

“Just like your father, I swear,” she laughed getting up and pulling her clothes up. “Ron thinks I came up to talk about my department. When you talk to him bout the foreman job, please don’t mention me.”  She looked up at Lee. “He knew about Ian, and even arranged for him and me...but I don’t know how he’s going to react when I tell him about today.”

“You’re going to tell him?”

“I have to; he accepts me having other men since he can’t get hard, but I have to tell him. It’s been a long time since the last time, with your father, and the others have always been about our age. Never anyone as young as you. I almost feel like a cradle robber.”

Max opened her eyes, smiling. “More like a cougar, Ginnie.”

The older woman laughed.  “Nobody’s called me that since...I can’t remember.”

“Since you, Thelma and Dad?”

The sixty-year-old woman smiled. “Yeah, before she left.”

Max stood up, pulled on her panties and adjusted them around her growing belly. “You’re looking good, Max, very motherly. How far along are you now?”

“Five and a half months. It seems like five and half years, though. The doctor says she’s never seen twins grow this fast. She’s talking about a caesarean about thirty-six or thirty-seven weeks if it keeps up.”

“Don’t let her. Keep them in as long as you can. They’ll be healthier if you do.”  Max nodded her understanding.

“Thank you guys, for everything this afternoon. Lee, if Ron isn’t too upset about this afternoon, I might take you up on your invitation, with Max’s permission of course.”

“Just like you and Ron,” Max said. “As long as I hear about it from him first.” She looked at Lee. “Whether or not he has my permission ahead of time.”

Lee closed the door after Virginia, then turned to look at his sister. “Did you mean what you said, ‘as long as you hear about it from me first?’  Like Pete and Rosa.”

“Like Pete and Rosa? Yeah, I think. We’ve created quite a harem for you here, and it doesn’t seem fair to just cut them off when the babies are born. Let’s try not to make it too much bigger, though, okay?  As long as you don’t go outside your present group, I don’t even have to know who and when, or even if. 

“But, and this is a major but, just like Pete and Rosa, if you do go outside the present group, I need to know it from you before I hear it from anybody else; and you have to promise not to get angry or upset if I have sex with someone else, just like Pete and Rosa, understand?”  

Lee looked at her, nodding his understanding. “And like Pete, I can’t think of any circumstance where I would even think of being with someone else. Once the babies are born, I’ll start cutting back with my harem, as you call it.  You’re all the woman I want, Maxie. I don’t need anyone else,” he told her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her as close as her swollen stomach would permit.

She smiled at him, knowing he was telling her the truth. She reached up and rubbed his nose with her forehead. “I love you, too, Lee. We’ll see. Life and fate have a nasty habit of demanding their say.”


It was the week before Christmas. There was an air of subdued gaiety at Carruthers Machine Tool. Implementation of the extended hours had gone without a hitch and orders were up. Max, Lee and Ashley were sitting in Lee’s office discussing the overall situation. Ashley had just brought up Don and his behavior for the past few weeks.

“He hasn’t approached me for sex but a half dozen times since that day you told him I would be willing to service him. 

“Besides that, he’s been taking off in the middle of the day quite a bit, and not returning until the next day. He just tells me if there are any calls, I should handle them. And most Mondays when he comes in, he’s a mess, like he had just driven in from a cat house.”

“Hmmh,” Lee responded. “What‘s he been like to work with?”

“At first, he was okay, polite and considerate. Lately, more like he was before you two got married,” she said looking at Max. “Crude, lewd and loud, not caring who heard what. I’ve heard him on the phone talking to Marco, saying someone will pay back their debt, one way or another.”

Lee and Max traded glances. “Okay, Ash; anything else? Any problems with the rest of the staff?”  She shook her head.

“No, in fact they usually come to me instead of Don for instructions. I keep him informed of what I tell them, but all he does is nod and wave me out of the room. He just sits there and watches the stock market ticker on his computer.”  

“Do we have any idea how his stock is doing?”

“I’m sort of keeping an eye on his accounts. With the end of the year up tick, he’s only down about fifteen thousand from his last deposits.  If the market holds, he’s likely to make it up this week.”

Lee sat up and stretched. “Fine, Ash. Thanks. If you can, keep a closer eye on those accounts. Coming up on the end of the year, Marco may want his money where he can control it directly.”  

Ashley stood up to leave. “We on for this afternoon?”

“Uhhh, Christmas party this afternoon, remember? I’m going to have to bug out around one, and probably won’t be back until Monday.”

“Poop! I was hoping...”

“I’ll see you get some extra time with him next week, Ash. I’m afraid taking care of four women is proving a bit taxing on our guy. Give him a couple of days. Monday he should be ready to redefine your world.” Max hugged the big blonde and walked her to the door.

Christmas came and went without any untoward incidents. Lee and Max spent a quiet weekend with Ian and Edie. Pete and Rosa spent the week before and the week after Christmas visiting and introducing themselves to their future families, to the delight of all.  

Ashley spent the holiday with her family, and reconnected with an old boyfriend from high school. Thelma and Teesha visited relatives in Rochester for a joyous holiday. 

Virginia and Ron spent Christmas Eve with his son, and spent Christmas Day exploring new ways to arouse Virginia using a combination of fingers,  tongue, and toys, taking advantage of Ron’s increased interest when Ginnie told him about her experience with Lee and Max.

Don visited his uncle, the Angel of Northport, for the holiday. After an early dinner, they were discussing business, when Marco asked him about the state of his marriage.

“It’s over, Uncle Marco.”

“Over?  What happened? I thought you had that girl by the short curlies, panting to get fucked.”

“No, I was wrong about her. I thought she was a good girl, but she turned out to be a real slut. You should have seen her the night we got married. Her tits and pussy were three large hickeys, not to mention the ones on her ass.”

“So you weren’t the first dick in her cunt. Cherries are way over-rated. She should have been a good fuck anyway, then.”

“I don’t know; I was so excited I came too soon, then she just rolled over and went to sleep.”

“So? You fuck her anyway, it’s your right as a husband. They take a vow to obey...”

“No, she didn’t. She wrote her own vows, and promised to help me meet the right people socially. She said she agreed to marry me, not be my lover, and we could have sex twice a month. If I tried to force more than that, she said she’d have me arrested for rape. I checked the NY laws on the internet, and she could do that.”

Marco looked at his nephew, his older sister’s youngest child.  Between her puling husband and too much mothering, they had nurtured any balls right off the poor sod. “Well then, it sounds like you’re better off, then.  

“Now, how’re my deposits doing? I’ve had some unexpected expenses this month, with the holidays. In addition to the money you’re holding for me, I’m going to need a couple hundred large from that fund you and Patsy keep to cover shortages from gambling with my money.”  

He glanced up at Don’s face, to see a look of horror.  “What’s wrong, kid? Did you really think you could keep that kind of thing secret from me?” he laughed.

“N...No, Uncle Marco, but it... it’s gone...she...she...she gave it away, to the Riverview Community fund.”

“She? Who? Your fuckin’ wife?” Don nodded.

Marco’s eyes narrowed to slits. “How in hell did she get access to my money?” His voice was harsh, hard. Don recognized the danger signs.

“She must have hacked into my computer at home. That’s where I did all my trading, and kept track of your money. Your deposits are all there.”

“According to Patsy, you guys were down nearly fifty K a month ago. Where did that money come from?” he demanded.

“I was able to make some trades and made up most of it when the market improved. Part of the divorce settlement was that she bought back my stock in the company for twenty bucks a share, and her cousin, the dumb fuck who’s been screwing her, loaned me some, and Patsy put in his share.”

“Her cousin is screwing’ her? What kind of sicko is he?” 

“I guess in NY it’s legal, even first cousins. He’s pretty smart. Somewhere between 25 and 30, he’s got his PhD in engineering and an MBA. He hired a real sharp accountant, and they found everything Patsy and I had hidden in less than ten weeks.”

“Good, the smart son of a bitch can watch me fuck the shit out of his girl friend if she doesn’t cough up the money.”  He felt his wrath begin to build.  Nobody took what was his, especially money.

“She’s pregnant, Uncle Marco, and I think it’s mine.”  Don said, a note of pleading in his voice.

“Donny, I wouldn’t give a two-bit whore’s fuck if the little shit was mine. That cunt bitch is gonna give me my money back, or she’ll be sucking a quart of cum off my dick, unnerstand?”  Marco’s face was bright red, and he was spraying spittle as he screamed at Don.


It was a few days after the New Year that Max got the call from Marco. Thelma buzzed her and Lee and told them there was a call for Max from a Marco Demare. Max went into Lee’s office and put the call on speaker phone.

“Mr. Demare, this is Maxine Pieters; how can I help you?”

“You’re still using your married name? I thought you were divorced.”

“Since we’ve never met, I don’t know what business that is of yours, but the court order dissolving the marriage hasn’t been issued yet. Until it is, I’m still legally Mrs Pieters.  Now, what can I do for you?” she asked, her irritation audible 

“You have something that belongs to me. I would like you to return it. Right away, if possible.”  His voice was even, business like.

“I’m sorry, and what would that be?” she asked, her tone dismissive.

“A quarter of a million dollars.”  His irritation at her tone began to show. “The money you stole from your husband’s bank account, money that belonged to me.”

“Under what stretch of the imagination could you think I’d believe that...” There was a laugh in her voice, as if she found him, and his claim comical.

“Mrs Pieters!” he shouted. Over the speaker came the sound of someone inhaling deeply, searching for control. “Mrs...may I call you Maxine?”

“Certainly, Marco, since you want to be on a first name basis. Go on, you were going to tell me why I should believe the money in my husband’s checking account was yours.” The laugh was still recognizable. 

“Ah! Now I see where the problem is. No, not his checking account. This was a special account he kept to cover losses he incurred playing the stock market, with my money.”

“Oh, you mean the money in his preferred customer accounts.”  He could hear the sound of recognition, realization in her tone. He breathed a sigh of relief.




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 07



“Yes, that would be it, the preferred customer account monies.”  He could almost feel himself counting the money.

“Oh, dear! I’m sorry, but I can’t return it. I don’t have it. Don asked me to do something to impress the socially prominent people in town, so I donated a large sum of money to the Community Fund in his name. He’ll have to find a way to return it to you. Is that all. Good-bye.”

“Mrs Pieters!!” Marco screamed into the phone. “No, that is not all! Listen to me, young woman. Nobody takes my money and gets away with it. One way or another, they pay it back.”  Max and Lee nearly laughed at the threat. This was the reaction they had hoped for.

“Yes, I’ve heard tales about your ‘unique’ collection methods. If you want to try to collect your money that way, I’m perfectly happy to ‘entertain’ you,” she said, putting a sultry tone in her voice when she said entertain, “but, only you, none of your,” she hesitated, “assistants. I’ll be at my father’s house, the day after tomorrow. About one? I’m sure I can make it worth your time.”

Stunned at her response, Marco heard himself agreeing to her terms.

Immediately after she turned off the speaker phone, Max buzzed Don. “Don, Mr Murphey, my lawyer, says the final papers can be delivered to Dad’s house by noon, the day after tomorrow. Can you stop by and sign them then?”

“Sure. Is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all. See you then. Please don’t be any later than that.”

“Sure.”

Her next call was to her father’s good friend, the deputy chief of police, the man she affectionately called Uncle Zeke. She explained there was someone coming to visit her at her father’s house in a couple of days; she wasn’t expecting any problem, but they had a tendency to fly off the handle easily, and had been known to get violent. Could there be a patrol car out front around one that afternoon? 


It was two o’clock when the silver Continental turned down Ian’s street. A cul de sac, it led straight to a large brick colonial, fronted by a shared traffic circle. There were five lots around the circle. Ian’s property comprised the three center lots, his house on the middle one. 

At first, neither Marco nor Rog, his chauffeur noticed the black and white parked at the front of the traffic circle. “Shit!” Marco swore when he saw it. It had been his plan to simply push his way into the house, followed by Rog, then to call his collectors, keeping Max busy ‘entertaining’ him and Rog until they arrived.

After helping Marco from the car, Rog accompanied him to the door, on the off chance he’d be allowed to wait somewhere inside, to help Marco gain control of the situation. Max opened the door to greet them, and waved to the patrolman standing by his car. “There’s a coffee shop a couple or three blocks south, on Elmdale. Your driver can wait for your call there.”  Marco nodded to Rog, who turned and left.

Max held Marco at the door until the limo had cleared the circle. When she let him in, he was greeted by Ashley and Thelma, both nude. Max removed the robe she was wearing, revealing her very pregnant nude body. “This is a no clothing allowed building this afternoon, Marco. These ladies will help you disrobe.”

To his consternation, they were already attacking buttons and zippers. Thelma was on her knees, removing his rubbers and shoes. Before he was ready, he was standing in front of the three nude women, naked as a jay.  From somewhere, Thelma produced a long Velcro strap, which was quickly affixed to Marco’s hands, and the tails fastened behind his back in such a manner that his hands were secured right at his navel.

“What the fuck is going on? Let me go! I’ll have you arrested for illegal restraint.” he hollered, his voice squeaking.

“Marco! Marco, calm down,”  Max said, soothing him, while the other two fondled his genitals. “You came to get an experience worth a quarter of a million dollars. Just relax, and go with the flow. I promise you, it’ll be worth that and more.”  Her smile was disarming.  He took a deep breath and nodded.

She led him and the women through the house to the family room.  Marco was shocked to see his nephew there, gagged and handcuffed so that he was bent over a hassock.

“Wha...”

“Donnie told us you like to have the husbands watch when you collect from their wives, so I invited him to join us. I hope you don’t mind. 

“I also invited my cousin, Lee.” She pointed behind Marco, who had to turn around to see who was behind him. 

When he turned back around, Max was gone and the other two women were removing the bolsters from a daybed. “Sorry, Marco, but the doctor told Max no sex until after the babies come,” Lee explained. 

“But these two ladies, I’m sure will be more than adequate. What’s your preference, vanilla or chocolate. 

“Here, just walk on your knees onto the daybed while you decide.” Ashley and Thelma each took an arm and helped him balance on his knees on the soft cushions.

“Ah, umm, that’s a hard decision, but I think I’d prefer to start with vanilla,” he said, leering at Ashley’s bodacious chest.

Lee pushed on Marco’s back, pushing him face down on the daybed. “Sorry, asshole, we’re all out of vanilla. All you get today is chocolate.”

Marco felt the daybed cushions move, then Lee’s legs as he knee walked up the bed until he got to Marco’s ass. Marco felt the beginning of panic when he felt someone’s hands spreading his ass cheeks, and tried to squirm his way free of Lee’s legs, to no avail. Without his hands there was no way to get any purchase to move himself.

He felt Lee’s cock probing his rosebud. In fright and rage, he screamed. Suddenly it felt like a hot poker had been forced into his ass. His scream was cut short when Thelma forced a cock gag into his mouth and snapped the strap behind his head.

“Nnnn! nnnnh! nhnhnhnh!” he screamed, shaking his head, still trying to pull away from Lee, who had dropped all his weight on Marco’s back, to wait for Marco’s ravaged asshole to relax slightly.  

When Marco realized that Lee wasn’t moving, he prayed, knowing it was useless, the penetration was the extent of his torture. As big as he was, and as out of shape, movement was difficult, and tiring. Unable to use his hands to aid in his struggle, exhausted, he capitulated and let his body relax.

Sensing the lessening of tension in his victim, Lee began the classic in and out motion, forcing Marco to resume his desperate struggle. Gradually, Marco felt the massive jolts of pain turn to tiny bolts of pleasure, which increased in length and intensity until he was unconsciously returning Lee’s thrusts.

Soon Marco noticed the beginnings of his signals that he was about to come. He started moaning, ‘No, no, no.” past his gag. Sensing what was about to happen, Lee unfastened the gag.  He then pulled Marco’s hips up and back, to sit on his heels, driving his cock further into the fat man’s ass, triggering his involuntary ejaculation.

When Marco realized what he was doing, he looked in horror at Don, who was laughing, watching Marco’s tiny dick spewing a mini-torrent of cum all over the couch in front him. “You’re a dead man, cocksucker, if any of this gets out, nephew or not!”

Still laughing, Don nodded, then used his head to direct Marco’s vision to the corner of the room. Marco nearly had an apoplectic fit when he saw Ashley behind a tripod mounted video camera, connected to a computer.

“You fucking bastards!” he shrieked. “Everyone in this fucking house is  dead!”

Lee withdrew slightly, then thrust upward, deeper into the recesses of Marco’s bowel, eliciting a groan. “Listen to me, you fat sack of shit. You aren’t going to hurt anyone in this house today, or ever. 

“If anything happens to any of my family, Ian’s family, these two lovely ladies’ or their families, this tape will be released to the internet within twenty-four hours, complete with identifying information. Think about that, and what it would mean for you if your ‘associates’ saw it.”

Marco growled, but nodded, seething. Lee went on, “You have money in four accounts with our name on them. You have until the close of business today to move that money. At five o’clock, the passwords on the accounts will change, based on 32-bit encryption. If you don’t know what that means, I’m sure Don can tell you.”

“What about Don? Are you going to protect him, too? Is he still part of your family?”

Don’s stomach turned when he heard Lee tell Marco that he had never been part of Lee’s family, and was now Marco’s problem. “B...b...b...but...I helped you out.”

“You were helping yourself out, prick” Lee spit out, pushing the crime boss off his dick. The big man worked his way off the day bed and walked across the room to stand behind his nephew.

“Turn that fucking thing off,” he ordered, looking at Ashley. “Donnie, just so’s you don’t forget what I’m about to say...” Marco dropped to his knees and lined up his mini-cock with Don’s pucker, and pushed, saying, “You never talk about today, with anyone.”. Don felt something roughly the size of a finger invade his ass. Absent the pain caused by size, it was not an unpleasant experience.

On his end, Marco felt the squeeze of the anal sphincter on his shaft, which worked to force his corona through the inner ring, and against Don’s prostate.  His thrusting, however feeble, was enough to trip Don’s climax, causing him feelings of shame.  Lee saw the sperm-laden liquid coat the hassock and grinned.

Don’s shame  was intensified when Lee pulled his face up and introduced him to Lee’s dirty cock. “C’mon, Don, this won’t be the first, or, judging by the expression on Marco’s face, the last time you eat shit. You aren’t getting released until you clean me up.”

“B...b...But, I...”

“Did you really think you’d get off without getting punished for what you did to Ian and Max, not to mention trying to take over the company. Are you really that dumb?” He pushed his cock into Don’s mouth, past his teeth, until he ran into the back of Don’s throat. “Clean it good, prick,” he ordered, beginning to fuck the face at the end of his cock.

“You should try this, Marco. It’s totally different from getting a blow job from a woman. I can’t describe it. I imagine it’s the same sort of difference woman talk about,  between having a man or a woman eat their cunt.”

“Get your ass out of there then, so I can try it,” the fat man growled.  When Lee was clear of Don, Marco pulled his cock from Don’s ass and moved to his face. He grabbed a handful of Don’s hair and pulled his face up and shoved his dick into Don’s waiting mouth.  

After having Lee’s thickness in his mouth, Don nearly laughed when Marco began to furiously pump his skinny dick in and out of his nephew’s mouth. Don closed his lips tightly around the small member, and even began to quietly hum.

Suddenly he was aware of hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks. When he tried to back off Marco, to ask what was happening, Marco gripped his head tightly, holding him in place, and growled at him. 

He felt a pushing pressure as something that felt like a beer can tried to invade his ass. He felt it broach, first, his outer ring, then his inner ring and the burning pain as the muscles were suddenly stretched to their limit. Reflexively, his eyes and jaws closed and tightened as he screamed in pain.

It took several seconds for him to recognize the fact that there were fists pummeling his face and head, accompanying someone else’s pain-filled scream. He pulled his head back, opening his mouth to object to the beating.

The pounding immediately ceased. He opened his eyes and saw his uncle running to take a place behind him. “Get the fuck out of my way,” Marco screamed, pushing Lee out of Don’s asshole. The older man immediately forced his thin dick into the cavernous gap left when Lee withdrew, and began furiously, uselessly, fucking the gaping aperture, forcing nothing but air into the open bowel.

Lee returned to Don’s face and lifted it to drop onto his shit slicked dick, just as the doorbell rang.

A few seconds later, Thelma led a police officer into the room. Lee glanced over his shoulder, immediately recognizing the policeman as an old high school classmate. “Hey, Tommy, what’s up?”

Officer Thomas Davis was a three year veteran of the Riverview Police Department. As he took in the scene before him, he thought he had seen some weird shit in this small town since joining the force, but this had to take the cake.

“Afternoon, Lee. Excuse my curiosity, but what the fuck is going on? Excuse me Ma’am,” he said turning to Thelma, who was standing beside him, still nude.

Lee laughed and pulled out of Don’s mouth. “We’re...ahh...dissolving a business relationship, a fairly contentious relationship, caused by this fellow in the middle. We found out he was working for both of us at the same time, and cheating both of us. So, Mr Demare and I decided to celebrate our parting by...uh...appropriately rewarding him. Right, Mr Demare?”

“That’s exactly correct,” he answered, frozen in place, not sure which would be worse, witnessed fucking another man, or being seen naked by a young cop who obviously knew the man who had engineered his predicament

Tom gave Lee and the fat man a questioning look. He walked over to Don and bent over him to ask, “You okay, fella?”  Don lifted his head to look at Tom, then Lee and back over his shoulder to Marco, then nodded.

“I’m fine, officer; I’m fine.”

“Was there a reason you stopped by, Tom?”

“Damn, I nearly forgot, the sight of you all...Mr. Demare,” he asked, looking at the nude fat man, obviously fighting a smile, “does a Roger Hernandez drive for you?”  Marco nodded, his eyes narrowing, wary, all his criminal instincts coming into play. “Do you know of any reason why he might attack a woman by the name of Rosa Montero?”

“Rosa? Attacked?” exclaimed Lee. “What happened?”

Tom looked at Lee, questioningly, then back to Marco. “Mr Demare?”

“The man has been working for me for a little over six years. Before that, he had done some time in Attica. Before that, I know nothing about his life. I never heard him mention any problem of any kind with any woman. Is he in trouble?” Marco answered, his voice flat, emotionless.

“You might say that; he’s dead.”


Rog found the coffee shop and then a place to park the Lincoln on the street where he thought it wouldn’t get dinged up by careless parkers.  He walked back to the café and entered. He stood in the doorway, surveying the interior, picking a place to sit and evaluating the customers. 

There weren’t many; only two of interest, a couple, a cute latina and a blond yanqui, sitting together in a booth toward the back, their heads together, letting the world know they were lovers.

He made his way to a booth on the opposite side of the small café, and ordered a coffee and a fried egg and cheese sandwich.  His booth was against the interior wall, so he could sit with his back to the wall, keeping his eyes on the young couple and the door at the same time.

As he looked at the couple, something about them seemed familiar. The woman’s laugh in particular. He thought he recalled seeing the guy in Northport recently, sometime this past Fall, but that wasn’t what was bugging him about them. 

The woman...so familiar. Then he heard the yanqui use her name...Rosa! It couldn’t be her! He caught sight of her face, and had a flashback memory, back ten years. This far away from home! Son of a bitch, the little cunt who had told his mother what he had done to her that afternoon. 

Because of her, he hadn’t seen his family in ten years. He’d make certain it was her, but if it was, she was going to pay. And pay dearly!

He sat back to wait for them. If Marco was going to be fucking around with the bitch who answered the door, he had all afternoon.

The forty-ish waitress stopped by the booth with the young couple.  She thought they were cute, so obviously in love. She noted the sparkle on the girl’s finger, obviously new, and wondered if it had been Christmas or New Years Eve. The cute guy had asked for their check, but since it had been just coffees, she said it was her treat.

They demurred, of course, but when she insisted, they thanked her and got up out of the booth, to start for the door. Rog gave them a three step start, then called, “Rosa? Rosa Montero?”

Rosa and Pete turned at the hail. It took the two seconds for Rog to make up the three steps for Rosa to recognize her rapist. She gasped his name and stepped back. 

Pete saw Rog’s arm sweep up and back, then start forward. He caught the glint of light on metal and pulled his fiancé backward and down with his left hand while his right hand made a judo punch on line for Rog’s larynx, connecting solidly, a milli-second before the box cutter caught Rosa’s throat.

The waitress screamed as Rosa dropped, blood spurting from her wound. Acting on instinct, Pete shoved his finger into the small cut, stopping the blood. He glanced at her attacker. He was lying on the floor, his hands to his throat, gasping for air.

“Call 9-1-1!”  he screamed to the waitress. 

Police, Fire and Ambulance crews all arrived within a matter of minutes, to find Rosa lying on Pete’s lap, his finger still in her neck, and her attacker dying. It took Pete only a few seconds to relate what he knew, and what he surmised, based on Rosa’s reaction.  The waitress’s recounting of events supported his, so he and his finger remained with Rosa while she was transported to the nearest emergency room, and Officer Tom Davis was given the job of informing Roger Hernandez’s employer he needed a new driver.


At the ER, Pete was pacing up and down the waiting room while the doctors repaired the nick in the small artery.  He saw a doctor enter the area from the surgical suite. “Mr Adams, you’re Ms Montero’s family?”

“Yes, I’m all she has in the immediate area. Her mother and sister live in Florida.”

“Well you can tell them she and the baby will be fine.  You did a great job, plugging the cut with your finger like that. Probably saved her life. She’ll be upstairs in her room in a half hour or so, up on the fifth floor. You can ask at the nurses station which room. She’ll be kept over night, but I’m sure she can go home tomorrow.”  And as quick as he had come, the doctor was gone.


Back at Ian’s house, the three civilians stood in stunned silence. Lee was the first to respond.  “He attacked Rosa?  How is she?”

“You know her? How?”

“She works for my business out in Cedar Rapids. How is she? What happened?”

Tom quickly gave the salient points, based on what he had heard the waitress report, and told them that Pete had likely saved her life with his quick thinking, ending with the fact she was on her way to the emergency room at St John’s hospital. 

He had tracked Marco through the chauffeur’s uniform and the Lincoln Continental parked down the street from the café. Based on the registration, Pete had told them the owner of the limo was expected at Ian’s this  afternoon.

Neither Marco or Don had any information which would help him, beyond what Marco had already told Tom. Based on his stay at Attica, there was hope Rog’s family could be tracked down so his body could be shipped to them for burial.

“Hell,” he thought, “if the woman recognized him, she might be able to help. I’ll suggest to Zeke he send someone to the hospital first thing tomorrow to interview her.”

On his way out, Tom met Ashley on her way to the family room, her arms full of men’s clothing. She flashed him a warm smile, stirring a response in his shorts. He started to say something, but she rushed past him.  He turned to watch her bare buns speed down the hall. 

She felt his eyes on her and paused, making a half turn. “Tom Davis, right?”  He nodded. “I’ll call you, soon,” she promised.  He smiled and left the house, feeling better about his job than he had in a while.




A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 07



Ashley dumped the clothes in a pile on the daybed, before she realized Marco’s mess hadn’t been cleaned up. She shrugged and went to the mantle to grab the key to the cuffs holding Don down on the hassock.

As she was unlocking the cuffs, Marco grabbed Don by the hair. “Well, nephew, it looks like you have a new job,” he paused, “or two.”

“Two?”

“You’re my new chauffeur and my official cocksucker. Brock  was right, it feels different, and I prefer it, especially right after I fuck your ass; make that job number three.”  He walked over to the daybed to dress, and cursed Ashley for dropping his dark silk suit in his cum.

He dressed in a hurry, pushing Don to do the same. “You need to get me home in a hurry, to change those accounts. What time is it?”

“Quarter to four. We’ve got lots of time. We can go to my place to access the accounts,” Don pointed out.

“Hmmh. No, get me to my office in Northport. We should have plenty of time. Just don’t dawdle.”

“Uh, Uncle Marco, can’t we go to my place. I really need to take a dump...

“So do I! Just hold it. I don’t have time for you to take a half million dollar shit. Now, get he fuck movin!”


Lee quickly apprised Max and the other two women of what he had learned. The quartet quickly dressed and took off for the hospital as soon as Marco and Don were out of the house. They arrived in the waiting room a few minutes after the doctor informed Pete of the medical team’s success. Pete relayed the information the doctor had given him, holding back any mention of the baby.

The small group stood in the center of the reception room, silent, as is common in this situation, no one really knowing what to say. Finally Pete broke the silence, “I, uh, I gotta get outta here, get some air. Rosa should be upstairs in a little bit. Tell her I’ll see her later, okay?”

“Sure, Pete. Are you okay?” asked Lee. “Want someone to drive you home to crash for a bit?”

“No, no. I’m fine; I’ll grab a cab and go back and get the car. Thanks, anyway.”

He gave each of the women a hug, and walked out of the hospital.


Marco had insisted Don take the two-lane from Riverview to Northport, claiming, with less traffic, it would be faster.  As soon as they were clear of the town, Don goosed it up to 65 and held it there, the Caddy taking the curves like a race car. 

They were about halfway to Northport when the cramps started in Don’s abdomen. He could feel the gas moving in his bowel.  It was nearly as painful as when Lee had raped his ass.  Sometimes, it was almost enough to make him pull his knees up, pulling his feet off the gas and brake pedals.

If Marco noticed, he didn’t say anything. He was sitting in the back, trying to clean the white cumtraks off his black silk suit. It wasn’t until he felt the vehicle veer suddenly, that he paid any attention. 

Don was white knuckling the steering wheel, his face seemingly buried in its center. His knees pulled up and pushing on the back of the steering wheel, forcing it off to the right of the road.

“Goddam it, Don! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Straighten the fuck up before you hit the fucking  bridge! Don! Don! Dooooon!” The left wheel of the Caddy left the road and started up the bridge’s superstructure. 

Just before the rear wheel followed it, the weight of the Caddy overcame the forward inertia and began to fall sideways into the inlet. It wasn’t very deep. In fact, the Caddy’s wheels stuck up out of the water. If either man had been wearing his seat belt, one or both of them might have survived, but broken necks and water are a lethal combination, especially on seldom traveled roads. It was two days before the car was seen.


Back at St John’s, Lee, and his party were gathered about Rosa’s bed. She was too groggy from the surgery to be aware of very much, but she did realize Pete wasn’t there. She heard Lee telling her that he had needed to go home and get some rest. It just barely registered that the nurse told her that her baby was fine.

Lee heard that information, too, and felt his stomach sink. During the days their friendship was forming, Pete had lamented that he’d never father a child. Being sterile was great fun when you were out sport fucking, but he knew he’d rue the day he had lost his balance on the pommel horse and come crashing down on his testes.  He wondered if that was what had been bothering Pete when they arrived.

Lee drove past Pete and Rosa’s apartment on his way home, after dropping Ashley and Thelma at their places. He explained his concerns to Max. “Do you think he’d really hold it against her, even when you had essentially traded partners?”

“I don’t know. Some times Pete can be pretty old school about things. I know he was upset because he couldn’t have his own, but he never talked about adoption.  

“I remember one time when we were on the road together, we were watching some cop show about something happening at a sperm bank. He said you’d have to be crazy to go to one of them. Said you could never be sure what you were getting.”

“But, if she was telling the truth, he knows who...”

“And maybe that is part of the problem.  He’d always be wondering about me and Rosa, and if I wanted to be more than just a seed donor.”

“Would you?”

He looked at his twin. “Only with you, love. Only with you.”


Rosa was released from the hospital the next day. When she arrived home there was a note from Pete saying he had to go away, to think about the baby; that he’d be in touch with her soon.

By the first Friday in April, she still hadn’t heard from him. 

Max and Lee had decided to stay in New York and take over the management of Carruthers Machine Tool.  Since they were regarded as distant cousins by most of the community, there had been no problem in getting a license and a minister to marry them a few weeks after Don’s death.  Now the baby was due in a couple of weeks.

Max had come into the office for a shower being thrown for her and the twins by the women there. Edie had been invited, but, unusually, was running late. As she hurried into the office from the parking lot, she saw an out of state rental car. Looking closely at the driver, she thought she recognized him, and approached him from the rear.

“Peter Adams! What are you doing out here? Why aren’t you inside?”

Pete nearly jumped out of his skivvies. “Wha...oh, Edie. Christ, you scared me.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I, uh, wanted to talk to Lee.”

She pulled the car door open. “Fine, come with me and you can talk to him inside. There’s a baby shower for the twins today, so if you wait out here, you might be waiting until dark.” She reached in and pulled him from the car by his ear.

“Owww, alright, alright, I’m coming; you can let go.”

“I will, as soon as we’re inside. Now, come along.”  Inside, she released his ear, only to take hold of his arm, and dragged him to the office suite. She pushed him through the swinging glass door, where he stopped to take in the scene.

To the left, in front of Lee ‘s office, he, Ian, and a police patrolman were laughing, and chatting, half standing, half sitting on the hip-high dividing wall which separated the offices from the open lobby. 

Across the floor, in the center, grouped around Max, were Thelma and a younger black woman he assumed was her daughter. They were together on Max’s left. On the other side were Ashley, who, he would eventually learn, was engaged to Tommy Davis, who was being hired to replace Don as manager of the sales department, and Rosa, who had recently come to work as Lee’s secretary.

What was remarkable about the woman’s group was their pose. Max was standing with her right hand lightly resting on her baby bulge.  Each of the other four women were standing exactly the same way, all of them at least six months pregnant, all with the same Madonna-like smile.

Edie pushed him toward the three men while she made her way to the women’s group. Before he was half way across the floor, he felt their eyes on him. He looked at the women, and found all of them following his progress.

He stopped, and turned to walk to the female gathering. Five of the women withdrew to a nearby office, leaving Rosa in place. When he got to her, he said nothing, but simply fell to his knees.

“I’ve been an ass, Rosa, and I don’t deserve it, but can you forgive me?”

“You’re right, and I don’t know. Why are you here?”

“I needed to talk to Lee, to find out what his intentions were about your child.”

“Why not ask me? What has he got to do with anything?”

“He’s the father...”

“The father is who I say it is,” she said firmly. “All he did was deposit a seed. That doesn’t make him the father, any more than a bird shitting out a cherry pit makes it the father of a cherry tree. 

“The father is going to be the man who helps me nurture and care for my son; who shows him how to be a man and take care of the people he loves; who stays and deals with his problems together with me.” She sniffed. “I thought I found him once, but I was wrong.”

“Rosa...”

“He was a good man, right up until he found out I was carrying a baby. Not his baby, not from his seed, and apparently that was all that mattered to him, because without talking to me, or to anyone else about it, he ran away, leaving me alone at a time I really needed him.  At a time, I came to realize, when he probably needed me, too, but he was gone and out of reach.”

She looked down at the slight blond man. His hair was too long, ragged, and he looked like he hadn’t seen a razor in at least a week. He was wearing the same suit he had been wearing when she was attacked right after New Years Day. It badly needed cleaning. “You look like hell. Where have you been?”

“Here, there; I went out to Walla Walla to see my sister and her husband, then down to Arizona to see my folks. I went back to Cedar for a few weeks, but didn’t talk to anyone important.

“I know what I did was...cowardly, wrong, weak.  I was scared, and in shock. I had almost lost you, and I had just killed a man because he had hurt you, tried to kill you. I felt no remorse, haven’t felt any, not a drop, and it scared me, that I could do something like that, and not feel anything.

“On top of that, I realized my best friend had got the woman I love pregnant. I know it must have happened the day he and I both made love to you, but I still resented him for it. Resented the idea of anyone but me doing that to you.

“It doesn’t make any sense because I know I can’t, but it should have been ‘me’ who did that to you.  And it hurts, hurts so fucking bad.” Rosa could hear he sob just under his voice.

“I had to come back to see what he was going to do; what you were going to do.” He looked up at her.

“‘He’ isn’t going to do anything, because I don’t want him to do anything. If the man I loved doesn’t show up, then I’ll raise my baby by myself. Lots of women do it. It won’t be easy, but I’m smart, and I’m strong. And I’ll have some help. The five of us have promised that we’ll all support each other.”

“The man you loved?  Who...”

“He was kind and generous, sensitive, funny, and he promised to love me, no matter what happened...”

“Rosa, I can be all that again, if you’ll...”

“You’ll have to prove it, Pete. And it will take some time. Are you willing to try, knowing everything?”

Before he could answer, Max screamed and crumpled to the floor.  “Oh, my god!” she cried, “my water just broke.”

[Author's note:  it had been my intention to stop here, but the first question my test readers asked was "were the babies ok?", so:]

Christmas, eight months later:

Lee and Max have taken over managing the plant, and have moved into Ian’s house. Ian and Edie are visiting them for the holiday, but spend most of the year living on one of the Carribean Islands, financed by the money in Don’s special accounts. Patsy Caruso was convinced to disclose the presence of three more accounts which brought the total up to just under 1.1 million.

Lee and Max invited Pete and Rosa for Christmas, but they felt their ‘son,’ little Rosa, was too young to travel from Cedar, and promised to get back for a visit next year, barring any problems with Pete’s recovery. He was scheduled for a new type of micros-surgery, to correct some problems with his epididymis.

Tom and Ashley Davis were at dinner, as were Thelma, who had left the plant to become Max and Lee’s live-in nanny, and their babies, both little girls.  Teesha was in Florida. Right after her son was born, she convinced Thelma to let her go down to live with her aunt and go to school to be a nurse.  So far she was doing well. 

Ron and Virginia were also invited. They had stayed on at Carruthers, overseeing the second shift. In a private conversation with Lee, Ron had learned about penile implants, and was waiting to see a urologist in Rochester.

The twins, Charlie and Judy, had weighed nine pounds, give or take an ounce, at birth. Bright and energetic, at eight months they were beginning to try to walk. They would babble back and forth, then take off crawling as fast as possible toward who knew what. 

Sue had advised Max to shut down her baby factory. Looking at his harem’s output, Lee had agreed, and volunteered to have the surgery, since it would take him less time to recover. OUCH!

----FIN