by S. Pratt
It must be an internal call as she only answers it with a breathy ‘Yes’. She listens intently for a minute before saying, ‘Yes sir. Of course sir. Oh I completely understand sir and I will get right on it.’ The call is disconnected but she immediately picks the phone back up and starts dialing. I strain to hear her side of the conversation. Apparently security is on their way.
Judging by the sounds that are coming from the meeting, I am guessing Harold has just dug his own grave by showing the CEO’s his personal bank statements. I sit pensively and wait to see what happens next.
The lift chimes loudly in the reception area and the doors start to open just as Harold storms back out of the boardroom.
He sets his sights on me and for a minute I think he is about to strangle me. Whatever amount of decorum he has left keeps him riveted to the spot and he eyes the two security guards that step out of the lift. They stroll warily towards him, gauging if he is going to be trouble or not. I suspect they are taking him downstairs to their office while they wait for the police to arrive. A guard takes up position next to him.
‘Mr. Sable, sir, we’d like you to come with us if you don’t mind,’ one of the guards says, as the other goes off in search of Felix so that he can join them. Resignation reaches his inflamed eyes and he looks at me with such contempt.
‘You goddamn fucking bitch!’ He spits each and every syllable at me.
I stand up and glance at the remaining security guard to make sure he is in control. A slight nod of the head and I step up as close as I dare to Harold’s face. Right at this moment the rest of the board members are spilling out and head for the elevator. They are loud and in complete disbelief at the turn of events.
‘Right under our noses’ and ‘Trusted him like family’ are snippets of their conversations that reach my ears. Despite how quickly they sweep through reception, it is eerily quiet when they are suddenly gone – taking Felix along with them.
Harold still hasn’t moved and over his shoulder I can see Jake seated at the table in the boardroom. He looks content. Only Harold, the security guard, and I remain as Mrs. Dawson has excused herself to go powder her nose. And then there were three.
‘I’m going to get you for this. Do you hear me Katherine? I’m going to fucking get you for this!’ He hisses his threats at me, but I am quietly confident with Jake lurking in the background. So close are our bodies that I could kiss him if I wanted to.
That is the last thing on my mind.
Instead, in a clear loud voice I say, ‘Harold darling, really. You didn’t think you were … Well, special did you?’ Check mate motherfucker.
I leave a very livid Harold to be dragged off by the security guard as I head towards Jake.
He is seated in a high back leather chair that commands a person’s presence. I feel a pull towards him and like a magnet I go to him unbidden.
‘Shut the door.’ His voice is husky and warm, reaching to the very core of my soul and warming me up a few degrees more. I skirt the edge of the massive table and come to stand between his knees. While one hand snakes around to grab my ass, the other palms my belly and hitches my shirt out of my waistband so he can kiss me there. I sigh contentedly and close my eyes. This is bliss.
‘Congratulations Kate. Looks like you’re a free woman.’ The happiness is evident in his voice. I smile.
‘A very rich, free woman thanks to you,’ I say. He continues to nuzzle my belly, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth.
‘Oh yeah, there is the question of the money.’
‘You bet! Ten million dollars is a little hard to forget about Jake.’ My hands caress the back of his neck, holding him close against my body.
‘Well there is one small teeny tiny problem,’ he says. My heart starts thudding that heavily in my chest that I fear it will stop altogether. My worst fears surface and I pray I am not about to be double crossed. A look of horror must cross my face, because Jake is quick to disperse my fears.
‘Don’t look so worried Kate.’ He pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around me. His thumb rubs at the crease in the middle of my forehead that has suddenly appeared from my scowling.
‘I am worried.’ I pout for effect.
‘You’re so pretty when you frown, did you know that?’
‘Quit stalling, what’s the problem,’ I demand. He gives me a chaste kiss before responding.
‘I was merely going to say there may be a problem with the name you give to the bank in Switzerland.’ He gauges my reaction. I’m sure my expression has switched to one of confusion.
‘Explain.’
‘Well I didn’t put the money in the account in your name – well not your married name anyway.’
‘You’re killing me here Jake. What name did you put it under?’ He hesitates for the briefest of seconds.
‘Katherine Shore.’ Oh. My. God.
‘But that’s not my name Jake; that’s yours.’ I am trying to sit still on his lap, but every nerve ending in my body is quivering in delight.
‘Well that might be something we need to remedy, don’t you think?’
‘Wait! Are you asking me to …’ I cannot believe that he is going there.
Jake Shore grins at me mischievously. ‘Maybe I am Kate, maybe I am.’
Book Three
Fallen Tiers
Jake
One
I have to admit, I’m a little bit of a liar. I do it all the time, although no one is none the wiser. Sometimes I have to catch myself to make sure I’m consistent with each little bit of deceit I’m weaving. Like tonight for instance. I’ve seduced Katherine into believing that she and I have a future. Collectively we’ve managed to collaborate and swindle my grandfather’s business out of millions of dollars. But this will not ensure our future together. Unfortunately I always go to the highest bidder.
I wasn’t always like this. I mean no one person is ever born a jackass – well at least not in my opinion anyway. The problem with being this goddamn good looking is that people think they can walk the fuck all over me. My looks really are the epitome of the good guy. I found this out the hard way in college. Not just one, but four girlfriends had told me they had cheated on me and were leaving me for the resident bad boy. He usually had tats, no money and a hair style to rival Justin Beiber. Personally I couldn’t see the attraction and I’ve never gone for that look. The whole experience was a huge wakeup call. I decided then and there that I would just take what I wanted and move on before I opened myself up to getting hurt again. Now my looks just offer people a false sense of security.
I know Katherine is a little uncomfortable with her share of the money being tied up in a Swiss bank account she can’t access, which means at the moment she’s my puppet. For her to access it though, she is going to have to take my name in marriage. This is just a stalling tactic so I have time to get out of the country in one piece. Besides, there’s no way Harold will grant her a quickie divorce.
My cousin Felix had already shot his mouth off to me one evening over a game of black jack, and in his drunken stupor had mistakenly told me of his and Harold’s plans to relieve the business of some of its cash flow. Enter Katherine’s business proposition and we end up succeeding in getting Harold and Felix blamed for everything while also walking away with millions. I also get myself a little retribution aimed at Felix for fucking my wife.
The hot bit of ass on the side doesn’t hurt at all either. This is probably one of the reasons I will be sticking around longer than I have to. Katherine is one foxy lady. She is willing to fuck any way I like and her pouty red lips make me want to come in my pants every time I look at them. To be honest, I have no conscience. I don’t feel bad about anything I have done. I definitely don’t feel bad about screwing with another man’s woman either. The only reason I was pissed off about my own being fucked by someone else was because it was my own cousin doing the fucking. Otherwise Leila could have gone off with whoever she liked. I’d have moved on with someone else. I
mean come on, it’s not like I’m unattractive. There wouldn’t be a girl in town who would have turned me down. It’s the dimples, I’m sure.
Katherine is in the bathroom, doing what ladies do before they are about to have sex. I’m feeling horny as all hell tonight so she’s in for a real treat. Tonight I think it’s time I introduce her to the anal beads I have tucked away in my bedside draw. They vibrate too, so I’m eager as all hell to look into her hazel eyes as she comes. She completely undoes me when she moans the way she does. I hear the toilet flush and the faucet run. She won’t be long now. I drain the rest of the brandy from my glass and watch the door in anticipation.
It opens and there she stands, looking completely like an angel in an all-white teddy. It’s see-through and I can see the lacy white thong she has on underneath. Her breasts swell up and over the material at the top – wavy masses of curls just reaching the material at the same point. She smiles demurely at me, her pouty red lips parting suggestively. I’m momentarily distracted by the vision of her, and wonder what it would be like to be with this woman for the rest of my life. Is it really possible to be with the one person forever? I don’t think so, but there’s a part of me that wishes it could be. As I get older I’m sure that the game will become tiresome.
‘Come to bed,’ I urge her as my dick starts to stand to attention through my boxers. She slowly pads across the carpeted flooring like a panther until she reaches the foot of the bed. Her long slender arms reach forth and she pulls her body gracefully onto the covers. My eyes watch every single movement with fascination. She’s wiley and captivating as she crawls on hands and knees up the bed towards me. Her hair tickles my legs as her fingers tug at the top of my boxer shorts to set me free. She only pulls them to my knees before she catches her foot on them to drag them the rest of the way down to my ankles. They stay there though, kind of acting like bondages for my legs. I like it very much.
Her eyes lock with mine and she offers a smile before completely taking my cock in her mouth. As much as I want to be voyeuristic, the sensation of her hot mouth around me makes me close my eyes and succumb to the sensation. Her tongue flicks rapidly over the eye of it as her hand cups under my balls, massaging the sensitive spot between my sac and my anus. It feels so damn good that I probably would have promised her the world right now. It occurs to me this is why I get myself into so many situations I sometimes would rather avoid. I have a weakness for sex, and in moments like these, it’s hard for me to refuse women’s demands.
Back and forth her red lips glide – up and down my shaft, lubricated with the spit from her mouth. I’m in heaven, but need to stop before I blow in her mouth. As exciting as that would be, I want more, and there is nothing better than coming inside of a pussy. I gently shove her off me and grab her hands to come and straddle me. She climbs all the way to my chin and stops, waiting for me to instigate a little pleasure for her own.
I reach between her legs and grab her ass checks with my hands, pulling her sex towards my mouth.
‘Pull your panties to the side for me baby,’ I say hoarsely. She obliges my command and her lips glisten from the moisture that is already coming from inside her. It makes me hungry with desire. My tongue darts forward to start lapping on her juices like a cat with a saucer of milk while her ragged moans urge me on. When she thrusts her pussy forward, eager to be licked some more, I reach for the anal beads I have lying on the bed next to me. She is startled from our love making when I stop licking her so enthusiastically. Her eyes widen, the glazed look lifting momentarily.
‘What are you up to?’ She breathes heavily, still hot and bothered from the tongue fucking I was giving her.
‘Keep still baby, I’m gonna slip something in your ass,’ I say as I lick the strand of beads with my mouth. She grins wickedly. See? Compliant. Just the way I like ‘em.
‘Come kiss me,’ I urge, and she leans forward to find my mouth. As she stretches up my torso, I start to finger the beads into her ass. She moans in delight against my lips and lets out a little gasp as the final beads are pushed in. The cord dangles down her back side and I keep my hand firmly on the remote. I don’t want her coming too soon, so I’ll wait a minute while I slip inside of her.
As the tip of my cock finds her pussy I let out a low growl. She is so god damn wet that I slide in quickly – her tightness completely engulfing me. We start to rock together, finding a rhythm that brings us both closer to climax. I can feel the anal beads through the wall of her pussy and it excites me no end to know they are there. Her features start to contort, a sure sign she isn’t far off from having an orgasm. I press the button on the remote control and instantly feel the beads start to vibrate through her. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
My balls tingle and I can feel myself building to explode deep within her. There is nothing on this earth that feels as good as this does right now. With a final shove of my cock, she shatters completely, letting go with a breathless wail as her muscles spasm all around me. I come too, and steady her hips with my hands as my semen spills inside of her.
We lay spent, chests heaving against each other. I gently tug the anal beads out of her ass, and she looks mildly embarrassed as I do so. Her blush is well hidden beneath her already flushed cheeks from our love making, but her vulnerability is not far from the surface. A sudden feeling of doubt creeps over me. This is not like me at all. While I stroke her back, I wonder what her reaction will be when I leave her high and dry. Will she cry? Will she be angry? Or will she just get downright nasty? I fervently hope that it will not be the crying. I cuss myself for letting my mind go to such places and reaffirm the fact that Katherine is just one woman in the line of many. A stern voice in my head tells me there’s nothing different or special about her, and if my plans are to fully come to fruition, then she can play no part in my future.
Two
Today I have a big meeting at Went and Worth. Ever since I got Katherine’s husband, Harold, fired from his position and Felix from his, I’ve had my work load increase tenfold. I was supposed to be flying to Nigeria at the end of the month, but there is no chance that will happen and have already assigned a junior associate to take my place. My grandfather and uncle have come to the boardroom meeting to try to bring the company back from the near disaster our little withdrawal had on it. It’s amusing to me that I am the source of their concerns, but no one suspects me in the slightest.
The company’s accountant is drafted to put in overtime to try and recoup the funds that have gone amiss while the rest of us contain this incident from the media. Went and Worth take damage control very seriously as they know that a business is built on reputation.
I listen with only one ear to the conversation as my mind travels elsewhere. My plan is to be out of the country as soon as possible, but I will not leave until a business trip is approved as I don’t want any suspicion arising before I make it through those departure gates. Jimmy Went, Felix’s grandfather is sitting at the head of the boardroom table. He looks a little like Yoda, frail and his forehead full of wrinkles. His skin has that translucent pallor that makes him look like a relation of Casper. It wouldn’t at all surprise me if a bloody strong wind could blow him over. I hear him mention Harold and Felix and it snaps me out of my reverie.
‘We won’t press criminal charges just yet. If that bit of information goes public then all our clients will be pulling out of our financial ventures faster than Usain Bolt at a hundred meter race. We have to be smart about this. They are already suspended indefinitely without pay, so I suggest we provide legal documents giving Harold and Felix thirty days to recover the money they took or we will have no other option but to file charges.’
Most of the senior associates seem to be in agreement with Jimmy, so I motion to vote in their favor as my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Harold. His text message requests the pleasure of my company at an out of the way brasserie located just outside of London. With the meeting wrapping up, I text him back telling him I can meet him
in about two hours.
****
Harold looks like shit. The dark circles under his bloodshot blue eyes clash with his impeccable suit; he’s not been sleeping. His light brown hair, normally kept long and slicked back in a side part, is disheveled and sticking up in wild strands. There’s a half-finished espresso in front of him. I join him at the table and motion for the waitress to come and serve me. I order a latte and wait until she’s gone before I speak.
‘Harold.’ He eyes me with contempt, but realizes that he is obviously here to gain something from me and shelves his look for the time being.
‘Jake.’ His acknowledgement is like a touch of frost – an errant snowflake that perhaps dropped down the back of your collar and suddenly makes you shiver all over.
‘What can I do for you Harold?’
‘Well, how about not fucking my wife.’ I smirk at him in response. What a laugh. Here he is telling me who I can and can’t sleep with and yet he’s screwed half of his colleague’s wives! Some nerve he has.
‘I’ll take that into consideration. Anything else?’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact there is. Felix will be joining us in a minute and we have a proposition for you.’ I’m interested to say the least. I don’t see what they could possibly offer me, particularly when I am holding all the cards here. My mind starts racing through scenarios and comes to the only conclusion it can. They want some form of out for the little predicament they are in. I don’t know what they expect from me, especially since I am already flash for cash. But I suppose, if they had something mutually beneficial to put on the table, I might be willing to consider.
