Red Eye Morning - April 20
Six years after we both graduated from college I ran into Allison Caroll in the mall. While we were only casually and occasionally acquainted in college, we found out that we had a lot in common now. Namely we are both obsessed with work and career. Allison is an accountant with aspirations for a career in corporate management. My name is Brad Marks, currently a young lawyer is a large and prestigious firm, but with aspirations to get involved in a tech start-up. Neither of us is looking for a long term relationship, both us have a powerful interest in sex, but neither have the time or inclination to play the boyfriend/girlfriend game. We worked out a mutual agreement to meet mostly for sex on occasion, no strings attached, both are free to spend time with others between meetings. It was nearly two years ago that we re-discovered each other, and more than a year since I last wrote an update. Despite our efforts our relationship has become more than simple fuck partners, but we still put work first and rarely see each other more than once a month. Occasionally both of us enjoy a brief tryst with another partner, mostly so we have nasty stories to tell each other when we get together. We have fallen into the pleasant habit of entertaining each other with juicy stories about our sex experiences with other partners. Sometimes the stories are real, sometimes fantasy, always titillating.
My phone rang just as I got into my car at the airport and headed for home, it was Allison.
"I need you," that was all she said, then silence. Not "I need you to come and fuck me," not "I need a cock so bad I've been fucking doorknobs." Just "I need you."
"I'll be there," was all I said.
I had been on an overnight flight from the west coast where I had been working with a client for almost two weeks. I had worked most of the night on the plane with not more than an hour of often interrupted sleep. Allison and I hadn't talked for almost a week.
We have this ritual that we have both come to expect and enjoy. When I go to her place I tell her I might be late so start without me. When I let myself into with my key I hear her vibrator running and I hear her moaning as she nears another climax, actually it is an electrical powered body massaging wand that she uses as a vibe. I sensed something was wrong this time and I didn't tell her to start without me.
I let myself in, she had a cup of coffee poured and waiting for me. The kiss and hug were tender, but not passionate. I braced myself for bad news.
"Do you remember last year when I told you about an audit we did on a failed start-up that turned out to be a scam?" she asked. The guy had looted the company and claimed it failed, trying to get away with the investor's money."
I assured her that I remembered, she gave the thief a blow job as an appetizer and he was so anxious to get into her shorts for the main course that he tried to woo her with the toys he had bought with the loot. She turned the crook in, he went to jail, the investor got some of his money back and she was a hero to her boss.
"Armstrong Investments is the name of the client, the principal there is Terry Armstrong, he now has a problem with an even bigger and more dangerous investment gone bad. There is some drug money involved and someone could get hurt. The crook from last year told our Terry what I did to get him to talk, Terry told my boss. My boss called me in to say they have been made aware that I used an inappropriate sexual relationship to uncover accounting fraud. He made it clear that the good name of the firm has been jeopardized. He said that now that he knows about it I can no longer work for the firm."
"He fired you for that?" I almost screamed. I was getting ready to lay out a legal strategy that would end up with her owning the firm.
"No, he didn't fire me," she said, "he asked me to quit and go to work for a small shop that is owned by an acquaintance of his. The investor will go to the small shop for the new project and it will be assigned to me."
"Forcing you to quit is the same as firing you, he wants deniability if things go wrong," I said immediately. "If this is a dangerous financial cover up, then what could go wrong is that you could get beat up, shot, raped or killed, and there would be no connection to him."
"The thing is," she began, then paused for much too long. "The thing is that I want to do this."
"Are you crazy," I did scream this time.
"Brad, I don't need a macho man hero to save my helpless ass right now," she said with a stern look, "I can take care of myself, what I need is for you to be on my side, I need you to help me with a plan to make this happen."
I looked at her in silence for about two seconds too long and she said, "and if you ever treat me like a helpless woman who can't handle a man again, I'm going to tie you up and spank your idiot ass."
We stared at each other to see which one would break out laughing first, I kept a serious look on my face and said, "promise?"
She broke out laughing and jumped on me, tickling me and knocking me to the floor where she did her best to get my pants off so she could smack my ass. I did my best to put up almost, but not quite enough fight to stop her, but of course she got my pants around my knees and gave me five good hard smacks with her hand before she starting kissing all over my butt and said, "it's just such a cute ass I couldn't help myself.
We spent the next hour rolling around on the floor and fucking in every nook and cranny of her living room, dining room and kitchen with Allison doing her best multiple personality disorder imitation to alternate between a dominatrix act and a damsel in distress attitude. Occasionally she would slip into the sexy Russian KGB agent role from a James Bond movie, presumably practicing for her new role as the accountant who brings down drug kingpins. To me her tortured Russian accent sounded more like Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle than Anya Amasova from The Spy Who Loved Me.
