Falling for the Seal

by Mia Ford

  “I have a meeting downtown. They have requested I be there in person. In this day and age, I don’t think it matters, but this guy is from the old school of thinking. I would hate to impose, but I would like you to be there to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. You can certainly tell me to go to hell and it’s not like your position here stems from protecting me anymore. We are in this together. I don’t think that I would want anybody else watching my back or my front.” I was already thinking along the same wavelength. I would feel foolish if something happened to him and I wasn’t there to prevent it.

  “You’re not thinking anything that I haven’t already thought of myself. You’re not going anywhere without me. I’m not going to hear anything about that. I may not be at 100%, but even at 80%, I am more than capable of handling any crisis.” I was walking a little funny and feeling the effect of the many hours of marathon sex sessions we had completed in the last few days. There didn’t seem to be a waking hour where we weren’t manhandling each other into a submissive position.

  I found myself using a few implements of necessary pleasure not only on myself but on him as well. The vibrator was his favorite and was an added bonus to the vise-like fit of my pussy grinding against him to completion. He did cum harder than ever before which I’m sure was not going to make him a stranger to using such pleasurable aids in the future.

  “I don’t like the idea of using you like this, but it doesn’t look like you’re going to take no for an answer.” During those times I wasn’t on my back or holding onto the headboard slamming down on his midsection, I was researching and finding I was close to who was making the threats against his life.

  I was strapped and ready to go to war, but I had no idea where the enemy might be coming from. The penthouse was a fortress and the likelihood of him being attacked there was slim to none.

  “We can relax. This limousine is equipped with the latest technology in battle skins. It’s airtight, completely bulletproof and it cost me a pretty penny to have it made to my specifications. I’ve never had an opportunity to have to use it and I hope that I never have to.” He looked comfortable in his own skin, but I was still wired for sound. I was looking for anything that would contribute to the way the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end.

  “I know there’s nothing to worry about, so why do I feel like something is wrong.” My statement made him sit up straight with his shoulders back and his eyes dancing in his head.

  The partition rolled down and I could see the back of the limousine driver. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, Mr. Williams. I was wondering when you were ever going to come out of there.” His words were cold and calculating like he was out of time and out of patience.

  “I hope that I didn’t cause you any reason to be alarmed. Your job is safe for however long you want it. You have been with me a long time and I know how important your family is to you.” The driver was looking at him in the rearview mirror and there was a case to be made for the kind of hatred he was staring at him with.

  “You know nothing about my family. I listened to you and I lost everything. My wife left me with the children in tow. I was destitute with the investment you shared with me tanking. I didn’t really blame you and I knew investments were tricky with variables you can’t account for. It was my own fault, but then I learned a disturbing fact.” Spittle was flying from his mouth and he was gripping the steering wheel with his gloved hands like he was an Indy driver.

  “I don’t know how many times I have to apologize. It was out of my hands. I thought it was a lock, but it turned out to be something less than secure. You’re not the only one that lost his shirt in that deal. I’ve tried to make it up to you with bonuses and I thought we got passed it.” Something had happened to make this guy act out.

  “It never bothered me when you didn’t even know my name. We’ve talked often enough, but you never really wanted to know my personal life. I could’ve lived with my mistake, but finding it was a pyramid scheme is not something I can look past. You purposely swindled millions of dollars out of investors with a mutual fund built on a house of cards.” I looked at Knight and I could tell that he was complicit. He didn’t think anybody was going to find out. He was trying to make up for it by throwing money at the problem.

  “I’m sure there’s something I can do. Name your price.” The limousine lurched with him pressing down on the accelerator and flying through a red light with many honking horns to indicate he was driving erratically.

  “It’s just like you to think that money solves all your problems. Money is not going to bring me, my wife, back or prevent my children from looking at me with disappointment in their eyes. I’m going to hell and I’m taking you with me.” He took the mirror off of a nearby parked car. He was staring straight ahead like he had a purpose.

  “I know that I’m going to regret asking this, but what exactly are your intentions?” My words were met with a scowl of contempt.

  “I would suggest you both make peace with your maker. I have nothing left to live for. The only thing I want is revenge. It’s said to be best-served ice cold which is exactly how I’m going to settle my differences with Mr. Williams. He wants to play with people’s lives then he’s going to learn a valuable lesson which I hope he’ll understand before he takes his last breath.” I went for the door, but it was locked. I kicked my foot against the window with nothing to indicate any kind of brute force was going to work. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea anyway. Rolling away from this car at this speed would’ve been tantamount to suicide.

  “I can apologize until I’m blue in the face, but it’s not going to make any difference to you. Are you sure you want to die like this? I would like you to consider another option. Money may not bring back your family, but it could give you a new lease on life. You can start over with beautiful girls and tropical drinks. You won’t have to drive me around anymore. You would have enough money to live on for the rest of your life. You can’t possibly tell me there’s no appeal in breaking the chain of monotony.” I could see that his pleas were falling on deaf ears.

  “My life has been shattered because of your need for greed. I can’t in good conscience allow you to do this to somebody else again. I’ve been watching your dirty dealings. You framed an innocent man for the pyramid scheme and paid him a considerable amount to keep his mouth shut behind bars. You found some patsy willing to take your money, but I’m not one of them.” We were on the highway and in the distance, I could see a bridge. I knew at that instant what his plan was and I couldn’t let him see it through.

  I made a quick decision by leaping through the partition. I knocked him completely out cold with the butt end of my gun. I had the steering wheel, but his foot was still pushed down onto the accelerator. I scanned the area and the only thing that I could think about was stopping us before we reached the bridge closed for repairs.

  I saw my only option. I turned the steering wheel, slamming into a road sign with enough force to bend it and lift the car into the air with the wheels spinning with no place to go. I felt like a pinball with my legs up in the air landing on the dashboard and looking down to see that I was bleeding all over again.

  We were both going to have to testify against Reginald Davidson. He was screaming for blood and the investigators had to take some of what he said seriously. They were looking for the smoking gun concerning the pyramid scheme but nothing landed at his doorstep. Knight promised me he had changed and I believed him.

  I did continue to fight, but not for the money and more for the enjoyment of the adrenaline rush running through my veins. I toppled the queen.

  Knight proposed and I found myself looking at the big screen as he popped the question with a diamond almost as big as my fist. I was looking forward to spending my life with the man I loved and with the child I had on the way.

  I was just going to have to make sure he was not tempted to fall into old habits. I was just going to have to keep him busy. I wondered what
other kinky perversions I could introduce him to. I had a laundry list and I had just begun.

  Lust: A Womanizer Series

  PART 1: CHEATING HEARTS

  Cheating Hearts

  Gillian West had been burned too many times by men to get caught up in any kind of romance that goes nowhere. Her life consists of selling high-end cars to those discerning men that have what she calls a midlife crisis. She is approached by three women that have an instant dislike for Marshall Peters. They explain how her reputation has gotten around as being the only woman willing to do what it takes to shame men. This is different. This man is not married and has no significant other. The man in question is a rich philanderer with no ring on his finger and only a good time in his heart. They convince her that he needs to be humiliated and knocked down a few pegs from his masochistic ways. At first, she thinks it’s going to be a cakewalk, but upon meeting Marshall she begins to doubt herself. He’s handsome, charming and if she’s not careful she might be his next hit and run victim with her panties on his floor. How can she remain professional and look into his brilliant blue eyes?

  Chapter one

  I could feel the rain bouncing off the camouflaged slicker that I was wearing. I could smell the flowers. It was that distinct aroma that always caused my allergies to act up. It was a good thing that I had taken some medication. The feeling of the mud sticking against my boots was a good reminder that what I was doing was not what most people would want to be doing at this time of night.

  I didn’t even know how I got started doing this as a hobby. I did get a bit of a rush finding that unique shot that was going to be worth more than 1000 words. The damn fool had his curtain open and pressing up against the glass was this buxom blonde with breasts that defied gravity. I felt a little awkward seeing those melons and knowing that I didn’t hold a candle.

  I waited for the precise time when the man’s head would appear over her shoulder biting her ear lobe and nipping at her neck. I took the shot, zooming in and getting the best possible angle to prove his shame and cheating ways.

  It was obvious that the man was having a midlife crisis. His hair was thinning and he was blatantly trying to cover it up with a comb over. The only reason why this was brought to my attention in the first place was because the man’s wife started to see the signs that he was stepping out on her.

  I saw her standing and looking at one of the expensive vehicles. It had my radar on high alert. I knew that she wasn’t there to buy a car and that my reputation for those things that I did in the dead of night had gotten around by word of mouth.

  I pressed the button on my phone which was attached to a blue tooth in my ear. On the first ring, she was quite anxious to learn the truth. They always think that they are ready to hear it, but they’re never truly prepared for the evidence to be so damning.

  “I know that you wouldn’t have called unless you had something to report. Miss West, I don’t know how you can do this work and feel good about yourself. I’m not one to cast stones and my marriage hasn’t been exactly beer and skittles. I like to think that I satisfy my man, but it has become painfully clear that he needs something that I can’t give him. I want to know if I have grounds for a divorce or if I can win him back by some insane and naughty act. I can hopefully make him see that what he has at home is better than he can get anyplace else.” Mrs. Sanders had me feeling a little bit guilty about my role in how their marriage was going to dissolve.

  “If you must know, I’m just trying to be impartial and give women a fighting chance. We all have our suspicions and sometimes they pan out and sometimes they don’t. Guys are guilty of lying through their teeth and telling us what we need to hear with sweet nothings in our ear. I’m sending you some photos and I do believe that they will capture his likeness perfectly.” I had my eye on the prize. The money that Mrs. Sanders was paying was through the nose. I didn’t do this for the money. It was my way to get back at those that had burned me in the past.

  I heard the gasp on the other end of the phone and I knew that the photos told the story. There was silence and it was that awkward moment that made me wonder if she was going to start screaming or crying. I could never stand to hear a woman crying. It was primarily the reason why I went into the sales of high-end vehicles for discerning men that really were trying to make up for some kind of shortcoming.

  I was not opposed to using my sexuality and the curves that I was born with to my advantage. I liked to think that I was doing women a favor by selling them these cars. It was either that or they would slip the hard one to those girls that might give them the attention that they were looking for.

  “You’ve done your job. I thought that it was going to be a stranger, but learning that it’s my sister puts things into perspective. I should have known something was going on between them, but I didn’t think that my own sister would stoop that low to sleep with my husband behind my back.” It didn’t appear that this had anything to do with a certain sexual act. The photos depicted both of them relieving that tension with a little more than lip service.

  “You’ve already paid half the price and I will happily accept the rest whenever you get the chance to deposit it into my account. I’m sorry that you had to learn about your husband and your sister’s duplicitous ways. It’s better that you know and you can’t allow them to think that they are getting one over on you.” I was trying to be devil’s advocate and I didn’t want her to do anything that was going to cause more harm than good.

  “It’s funny, but I’m not really all that angry. I kinda find it a little bit exciting but also galling at the same time. I always thought that it would be quite something to involve my sister in a threesome. Perhaps this is the way to get them to realize that three doesn’t necessarily have to be a crowd. I get the feeling that they are only doing it because it’s considered taboo. I think that you may have noticed that she’s my twin sister. She doesn’t have anybody and she just lost her husband a month ago to an unforeseen car accident.” I had no idea why she was telling me any of this and this was certainly not any of my business.

  “I’m only paid to get the evidence and what you do with it after that is your concern. I don’t judge and I’m certainly not any kind of saint. I thought that monogamy was the right way to go, but it always seems to be too much for a man to commit to. I don’t mind telling you that I get my thrills out of finding some young piece of ass and giving him a few lessons in how to treat a woman right. I like to get them when they are young barely out of their teens when I can mold them and give them an experience that they will never forget.” I found myself reliving past transgressions and smiling at the way that I would leave them a husk of their former self.

  “Miss West, I took the liberty of speaking to some of my girlfriends about you and I believe that you will be getting some more business. Your work is exemplary. I may not like what I have learned, but at least, I can sleep better knowing the truth. I thought that I would want to kill him, but since it is my sister, it seems fitting to confront them. I’ll send your final payment by morning and that is something that you can take to the bank literally and figuratively.” The line went dead and I packed up what I had but not before I took a few final shots of him spilling his excitement all over her pendulum breasts.

  I was a voyeur and seeing behind closed doors what people did was my Christmas. I had learned many different techniques and positions by being the fly on the wall. I was that blonde creature of the night that stood at 5’9, 130lbs and I had long silky blond hair that was out of a bottle. The drapes certainly didn’t match the rug, although you wouldn’t know that when you got me naked and saw the way that I shaved completely bare.

  I thought about my ex-boyfriend Henry and how I had found him cavorting with the dog walker. I might’ve been able to get over it, but the dog walker in question was a Latino man. I didn’t even know that he had those tendencies. They were living together. I was still friendly with the both of them and even showed up for Sunday dinner
from time to time.

  The money that I made from selling Ferraris and Corvettes not to mention a few Lamborghinis had afforded me quite a substantial paycheck. What I was getting from this unusual pastime was not only extra pocket money but a jolt that had me wanting to seek out the next available man. I had taken a break from being with a man. I thought about dabbling with the opposite sex, but that was only for an experimental moment in college that I liked to remember fondly.

  I barely closed the door on my silver Jaguar when I was blasted by a text message. It requested that I be available to speak to three women that were going to show up at my work. I didn’t know what this was about, but I got this funny inkling that Mrs. Sanders was not exactly shy about my prowess with a camera.

  Chapter two

  “Gillian, you are the best saleswoman that I have ever had and I don’t know what I would do without you. You know exactly what a man wants and I think it goes without saying that the rest of you can learn something from her. I want everybody to look at the leader board and know that none of you have a chance of beating her.” My boss was a sleazy man that had a different woman on his arm every week. There was nothing that was wrong with that and it wasn’t like he was cheating on his wife.

  It was distasteful and I’m sure that the girls felt used and abused like an old Kleenex. That was not my business and the blog that I wrote about cheating and the anonymous photos that went along with shaming those men was where I excelled.

  “It’s really not that hard to figure out what a man wants. They feel neglected and they want something that will reaffirm their manhood.” I was wearing a little black dress that barely covered my red panties. They were the thong type and wedged into the crack of my ass. They were perfect for bending over and making men almost whimper like a little girl.