by S. Pratt
Four
Katherine seemed a bit suspicious of my whereabouts when I got home last night. She was waiting for me at my apartment, eager to know how my day had been at the office. This morning I realize I’m going to need to be a tad more careful if I want all my plans to go smoothly.
She doesn’t say anything this morning, so I ease the tension in the air by giving her multiple orgasms while sucking on her pussy. Once she is sated we shower together and make plans to have breakfast. This ties in well with my need for being in the office on a Saturday. I need to access the company’s computer system so I can follow out the instructions Felix has written down for me. We decide on brunch at Marapellos, which is a little café near the office building. We eat eggs benedict and drink coffee before Katherine accompanies me to the office.
It’s quiet in the building. Most of the staff works strictly Monday to Friday, with the senior associates working from home on the weekends. Most of our clientele deal with us via computer, which makes our business doable anywhere. Today I am armed with a reasonable excuse for being in the office should anyone ask. Katherine is seeing me up to my floor to grab her tablet she left here the other day when visiting for lunch. She’ll the head off to occupy herself with boutique shopping until my work here is done. Shopping is on my dime, of course.
Just as our lift is closing I hear old man Jimmy yelling at me from the foyer.
‘Hold up, son!’ He’s got a sharp mind for his age but it’s his body that lets him down. He walks with a slight hunch in his shoulders and at times uses a cane. People think he doesn’t see much but those steely eyes take everything in. Jimmy is Felix’s grandfather, not mine. So I call him Jimmy like the rest of the staff. He’s not alone. With him is a man that faintly resembles Felix. He has the same dark wavy hair, but his face is softer. He bears a prominent roman nose and has dark brown eyes. He’s not as toned as me, but I can see how the ladies would be attracted to him. A good looking bloke, as far as my ‘blokey’ assessment goes.
I reluctantly hold the lift. Katherine is intrigued as to who is about to join us, completely unaware of the inner anxiety I am going through. The old codger and companion hop in and he thanks us for holding the lift.
‘So Jake, what brings you in on a Saturday?’ Jimmy’s bushy eyebrows waggle up and down, as though some conspiracy is afoot.
‘I needed to get some of my hard copy files for the Donovan Group. We have a merger with one of their smaller companies on Monday and I seem to be missing some of the hard copies of paperwork that will need to be emailed before then. I’m sure I have them in my filing cabinet upstairs.’
‘And this pretty lady is going to accompany you?’ He nods in Katherine’s direction. He knows full well who she is, but doesn’t make mention of it.
‘Actually, no. She’s just seeing me to my office to get her tablet she left here before doing a spot of shopping,’ I reply.
‘Nonsense! Ms. Sable should come with Mason and I for a tour of the office and then join us for coffee and cake at the local patisserie.’ As an afterthought, he realizes that Mason and I haven’t met. ‘Mason Went, this is Jake Shore – your second cousin from America. Jake, this is Mason. He’ll be starting here at the office on Monday.’ I nod in his direction and offer him my hand to shake. His grip is solid and I restrain from my boyish antics of trying to deliberately crush his hand in return.
‘A pleasure,’ he offers. The lift stops on my floor and I go to get out, pulling on Katherine’s hand to join me. She pulls it slightly from my grasp and gives me the look. The one that says, ‘Don’t mess with me buddy’.
‘Tell you what Jake. I know you have important stuff to do, so why don’t you just bring me my tablet when we meet up later? Just call my cell when you’re done and I’ll keep these too gorgeous men company while you finish your work.’
‘If you’re sure …’ I’m not convinced she really wants to join them for a boring tour of the office.
‘I’m sure.’ Her sing-song voice seems quite delighted at the prospect. Go figure. I nod in agreement and bid them all farewell. I assume they will start at the top offices and work their way down. Should give me just enough time to get done what I need to do. The lift door closes on the three of them and I race to the fire exit to take the stairs to the twenty-first floor of the building. None of our offices are actually on this floor – it is just where all the mainframes are housed.
Felix’s letter is in my jacket pocket and I pull it out to read the access code he has written down for the door that will give me entry to the inner sanctum of the servers. I start to perspire slightly from the lack of air-conditioning in the stairwell. The code is accepted and I step into the empty office space and let the door close behind me. It’s kind of creepy in here without anybody to offer the normal sounds that the building affords during the week, but there is no time to waste with trivialities.
I go straight to the room as listed in the instructions and sit down at the only computer terminal. With my instructions spread out before me, I set to work on completing each step written on the list. By the time I have finished my palms are sweaty and my heart is thundered like a stampeding elephant. I log off and quickly make my way back down to my own office. Once seated at my desk I tap away at the computer and pull up the airline booking page for British Airways. As per the instructions, I book three tickets to France. I then exit that web page and make a separate booking through Virgin Airlines to Cancún, Mexico for the three aliases listed on the document sitting on my desk.
I’m just about to enter the payment details for the flights when the lift door on my floor can be heard opening and footsteps sound as they come my way. In a panic I don’t have time to log out of what I am doing, so I hit the snooze button on the computer screen.
Jimmy, Mason and Katherine enter my office just as I take my finger off the keyboard.
‘Ah, Jake. Sorry for the intrusion. You’re still working I see!’
‘Just finishing up Jimmy.’ I offer him a watery smile, feeling a bead of perspiration trickle down my hair line at my temple.
‘Right! Well care to join us for tea then?’ I feel like I don’t have much option as the three faces stare back at me.
‘Sure. Just let me finish up and I’ll meet you downstairs in about fifteen minutes – is that okay?’
‘Of course, son. We’ll order for you.’
‘That would be appreciated, thank you.’ I give a small wave as they retreat out of my office and I exhale a lungful of air I didn’t realize I was holding. My computer is quickly brought back to life and I conclude my purchase of the airline tickets.
Before I log off I clear the privacy data and history in the web browser. Not feeling as though this is effective enough, I also send a little code down the Ethernet to scramble my recent interactions on the web. Just a little something to obscure the trail back to me. I shut down the computer and grab Katherine’s tablet and head for the patisserie located just down the road.
When I get there, Mason is not at the table with the others, although a place is set for him and I.
‘Mason had to leave?’
‘He’s just using the restroom,’ offers Katherine, before continuing her conversation with Jimmy. Tuning them out, I start on the latte and almond croissant they ordered for me. With only four more days until Harold, Felix and I bail out of the country, I feel like I’m on a knife’s edge. There is no room for error, and I can only hope it will be smooth sailing from here on in.
Five
One day until we board the flight and I’m having a hard time trying to act normal around Katherine. I devour her every chance I get, knowing that our time together is limited. She has no inclination that anything is amiss, yet I give her no reason to suspect so. I have fleeting feelings of guilt, not just about her, but also about deceiving the family company out of its millions that our great-grandfathers worked so hard to build. I squash those feelings like a bug, not wanting to let my soul admit it has crossed to the dark si
de. I try hard to justify my actions; that the account we stole from wasn’t really money that was on the books, so the company wouldn’t really miss it.
It’s all lies though, and the sing-song voice in my head tells me I’ve just become the most despicable person on this earth right now. I try not to let it bother me, knowing that soon I will be in for a life of indulgence every single day. No more long hours at the office, no more asshats who get paid shit loads of money to do diddly squat. It will be our turn to do just that. The beach, poker, Cuban cigars and lots of women – I’m already dreaming of my tequila fuelled debauchery that will soon fill my time. I’m going to let my baby face grow some stubble and let my hair grow longer, letting the sun bleach it even blonder than it is. This, I have decided, is going to be the good life.
****
Katherine is completely in love. The last couple of days in particular she has been raving about how much she adores me and can’t wait to marry me. I suspect this has something to do with the money in the Swiss account that she will never get her hands on once they discover it was me who put it there in the first place. The fact that her name (well partially) is on the account won’t help either.
As Felix pointed out in a conversation we had yesterday, the minute Went and Worth finds out it was me who transferred the money out of their business account, they will wave all kinds of bribes under the manager’s nose just to get a name of the account holder. In banking, accounts are treated with higher secrecy than an attorney client privilege. But money talks, it always has. Felix thinks that old Jimmy will stop at nothing to uncover whose name is on that account. Luckily we won’t be around when he does.
All these thoughts are swirling around in my semi-conscious state as I wake up. It’s the day. I feel giddy, nervous and excited all at the same time. Katherine stirs next to me, and I suddenly need to release the pent up stress that’s starting to consume me. I won’t fully relax until the plane takes off, but for the minute, I’m sure a quick romp will help wonders too. My eyes open slowly and I gaze at the sexy ass sheathed in silk next to me on the bed. It’s a peach color that suits her complexion perfectly. I want to give her anal and the thought makes my dick spring into action.
I grab her hips and slide her rear end towards my crotch. She stirs awake and looks over her shoulder at me.
‘Good morning handsome.’
‘Hey baby,’ I growl as I nibble on her ear. She rolls onto her back for me and I quickly strip my boxers off. Her lips form a wicked smile as I climb over her body and straddle her chest.
‘Suck me baby, I want my cock nice and wet before I do you doggie.’ Her eyes widen in delight and she obliges me willingly.
Her lips lick me salaciously, taking turns with her tongue and teeth to graze over my shaft. I delight in shoving it a little too far in her mouth, making her eyes water a little as she tries to contain the length between her lips. I smile and pull back, before thrusting it forward once more. Her chest is heaving beneath me, big deep breaths through her nose as my cock fills her mouth.
Her eyes look so wanton that I am tempted to just let her lick me until I blow in her mouth. But my earlier thoughts of fucking her ass dominate my actions. My cock leaves her mouth, glistening with her spit and I roughly roll her onto her back. I hitch up her nightie, pleased that she isn’t wearing any panties. Grabbing her waist I hoist her up onto her knees and she splays her hands on the bed for support. Gently I start rubbing her asshole with my thumb that I have wet with my own spit. She moans as I do this, pushing her backside towards me for more.
‘Damn baby, you’re so horny for it aren’t you?’
‘Mmm-hmm,’ is all she can get out. There is no holding me back now. She’s ready for me and I know I need to wrap things up. I have a plane to catch after all. Slowly I nudge the tip of my cock into her ass. She sucks in her breath and I wish I could see the pained expression I know must be on her face. She is so damn tight that I want to sing out with pleasure. Her muscles around her entry way are clenching around my dick, resisting the intrusion I am inflicting. She’s hot and so tight, but I wiggle my hips from side to side, forcing my way farther and farther until I am in almost to the end of my shaft.
With her on all fours, I lean my full weight on her and grab her breasts from underneath and start to rock back and forth. We are animalistic and frantic. She pants mercilessly as I pound away at her. I can tell she is loving every minute of it and it makes me want to come all too quickly. The more I grind away at her ass, the more I want to blow my load. Her little mewls that escape her lips are my undoing.
She is feral in her actions and I grip onto her like I am fucking a wild animal. She comes brilliantly and I feel her ass spasm all over my cock. This makes me come instantly. All the blood rushing around my body lends to an earth shattering explosion that releases from my cock into her. Not able to hold me anymore, she drops onto the bed with my dick still in her. Slowly I ease out of her, taking delight in watching as I pull out. I’m a devious enough bastard to like the sight of my semen oozing out of her.
‘Got time for a shower with me,’ she asks breathlessly.
‘Yeah, a quick one before I have to get to the office.’ This is a lie. The only place I have to be is the airport, and I won’t be heading off until she takes off for the beauty parlor I booked her into today for a massage and facial. She thinks I am sweet and considerate, not realizing there is well placed deceit behind my actions.
Katherine rolls over to face me and smiles alluringly at me. It hits me then that all the times I have told her I loved her and all the beautiful lies I have spun, she has believed every single word. Not to stop this charade now, I reciprocate her look and hold my hand out for her to join me. The quicker I rush her out of my apartment, the faster I can pack my suitcases.
Six
I hardly dare breathe as the wheels of the plane lift up off the ground. My shoulders slump back down into their normal position and I finally relax. Harold and Felix sit on the opposite side of the aisle in first class. They’re animated and sipping French champagne, toasting the start of our brand new lives. Leaving Katherine behind in London is not something I really wanted to do, but I decided it was a necessary sacrifice if I wanted to get away with what we have just done. Which I do.
The minute Katherine left this morning, I rushed to pack my suitcase. Deciding it was best not to leave a note, I mean really – what on earth was I going to say, I just walked out and shut the door behind me. The keys for the apartment were dropped off at the real estate with an apology of ‘an urgent family matter’. Went and Worth picks up the tab anyway, so they would still be responsible until the lease is due to expire. The three of us did not check in together, rather all going incognito until we are safely in our seats and the plane had taxied down the runway.
Now that I am comfortable that all is going to plan, my normal body urges start to take over. I realize I am ravenously hungry, the smell of a meal being prepared in the cabin behind us tantalizing my nostrils. While we wait, I start to drink the champagne and nibble on the caviar entrée that has already been served. For the most part I want to ignore Harold and Felix – there is something about them that makes me not completely trust them. That might have something to do with the fact that I already stabbed them so viciously in the back. To be honest they were lucky Went and Worth has not yet laid charges or they wouldn’t have even been able to get out of the country.
Interrupting my reverie is a stunning blonde who is ready to serve my meal. Her lips are painted hot pink and her uniform gives her that ‘sex kitten librarian’ look. My hunger for food is quickly replaced by desire for the hostess. I wonder what my chances are for indulging in the mile high club for the third time in my life.
My eyes take in her cleavage that peeks from her blouse as she bends to refill my drink. Felix is glaring at me from across the aisle – his look clearly issues a ‘don’t even fucking think about it’ warning. The smile that was on my lips evaporates and I turn my attention
back to the salmon and kipfler potatoes. Kill joy. I can’t wait to get my hands on my share of the money and leave these two dicks behind.
When my plate is cleared, I settle back to enjoy the rest of the flight in slumber. It’s being a mentally draining week and I need the shut eye. I’ll be glad when we touch down in France and I can finally start living my new life. First things first though, we need to pay a visit to Felix’s friend – the one who holds our future aliases in his hands.
****
France goes off without a hitch. The three of us see the sights for two days while Mani finishes off his handiwork with our new passports. I convince the others to go and see the dancers in the Moulin Rouge and we end up taking one each back to the hotel. The ladies in France certainly know how to show a man a good time and I am convinced that sometime in the future I may come back here to live.
I wake up still entangled with a dancer named Andrea and realize we might miss our flight to Mexico. She and her friends are hustled out of the apartment with empty promises to call them and we haul ass to make it in time. We’re the last passengers to board the Virgin Airlines flight that will take us the rest of the journey.
****
Well, I have to hand it to Felix, his plan was genius. We’re staying in the best damn hotel in Cancún. It’s situated right on the beach front that overlooks the Caribbean Sea. Right now we are occupying a cabana on the white sand and soaking up the sun as it glares back at us. It’s only eleven o’clock, but already our heads are hazy with tequila. We have started up a game of poker, although I’m sure Felix is cheating. He has a ridiculous hat on like the locals wear, only his British pallor makes him stand out like dog’s balls on a budgie. Our mood is jovial and happy, taking the piss out of each other every chance we get. Seeing the fun side of Felix and Harold makes them not so bad to hang out with after all.
