Fed, Fucked and Protected - December 22
Six years after we both graduated from college I ran into Allison Caroll in the mall. While we were only casually acquainted in college, we found out that we had a lot in common now. Namely we are both obsessed with work and career. That was two and a half years ago and at the time Allison was an accountant with aspirations for a career in corporate management, since that time she has started her own investigative accounting firm. My name is Brad Marks, at the time I was a young lawyer is a large and prestigious firm, recently I've become a partner in a fast paced tech start up in the business of developing hardware and software for additive manufacturing. Neither of us were 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. That was more than two years ago that we re-discovered each other. 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 mutually approved 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.
Much has happened since my last update eight months ago. Allison started up her own forensic accounting firm, A Caroll and Associates, and I've left my job at the law firm to become a partner and Chief Legal Officer with a tech start-up business. Don't be impressed with the title, I'm the only staff lawyer. When the coders are working late they send me out for pizza and beer. Mostly I've been working on obtaining funding and doing my best to keep the engineers on track. There is not a lot of glamour or money in the early years of a start-up. I've been collecting IOUs instead of pay checks for a couple months, but we have an investor group lined up to provide major cash infusion before the end of the year.
Allison also had a rough start with her new business. Terry Armstrong of Armstrong Investments, the big client she was counting on, did eventually sign on for the project, but that only happened months after she started up the firm. She survived by taking on several small clients and providing them with basic accounting services. Her client list includes a bail bondsman, a pawn broker and an escort service, she is making a name for herself on the seedy side, doing whatever necessary to survive.
It has been a month since we got together for a sex filled Thanksgiving weekend. This weekend we leave for another of our annual indulgences, we are going to Aspen for a Christmas ski trip.
Not bad for two 28 year olds who are struggling to start up new businesses, I hope my credit card doesn't max out before we get back. Allison got a good advance from Armstrong Investments and should be getting the balance and a recovery bonus now that the job is complete. Since I sold my BMW so both of us would have enough cash for living expenses, I've been driving Allison's old Ford. She has spent most of the last three months in Florida doing investigative work.
Armstrong Investments made a low seven figure investment in a Florida tech start up. Things went smoothly for the first year; the start-up reported that they were meeting all of their progress deadlines. Six months later the start-up came back for a second round of financing and a closer examination revealed that then had not really accomplished anything. The start-up was a scam to obtain financing which was apparently diverted elsewhere. Without additional financing the company closed its doors with no known assets. Initial investigation found that the principal of the start-up was living a lavish lifestyle. Actually his lavish life style had been costing more than the entire Armstrong kick start investment. The investigation also raised the possibility that there was a large amount of drug related money involved.
It was at that point that Armstrong Investments made an agreement with A Caroll and Associates, to follow the money trail in an attempt to recover the lost investment. She completed the job and is due home. I was going to pick her up at the airport.
Her text message was been sent at 10:15 this morning. "I'm at airport in Tampa, getting on a plane to Logan. Pick me up outside door 12 around 4:30. I'll text you when I land. I need to be fed, fucked and protected."
"What the hell is she doing in Tampa?" was my first thought. She had been working in Miami. "She needs me to protect her?" was my second thought. Normally she would fight a tiger bare handed before asking me or any man for help. Something is wrong. But she needs to be fed and fucked, that does sound like Allison.
I was standing next to the car with the trunk open when she walked out of the terminal. I hardly recognized her when she approached, she had on shapeless men's basketball shorts, lose t-shirt, sunglasses and a baseball hat on a cold, cloudy day. She rolled her bag up near me and left it there as she turned quickly and got into the car without a word. I put the bag in the trunk, got in the car and pulled away without a word spoken. Finally when we got into the tunnel to the city she took my right hand in both of her hands and said, "I am so happy and relieved to be home." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, when she took off the glasses I could see tears in her eyes.
"I can't believe I'm crying," she said, "I am just so tired and so stressed and so happy to be back here with you. . . there really is nothing wrong, I'm just exhausted. Thanks so much for being here for me."
We drove in silence, knowing that she would tell me more when she was ready.
"Did I mention that I was hungry," she mumbled.
I pulled into a parking space next to a Tai restaurant and said, "they have booths with curtains for privacy."
We ordered shrimp soup and pad Tai, along with a couple Tai beers. I love spicy Tai food, but I asked the waitress to tone down the heat. For this meal I wanted Allison and what she had been going through to be the center of attention, not the food.
"I just spent four long days being thoroughly grilled by the FBI," she announced. "I've been at their Tampa facility going through all the details of what I uncovered about the phony tech start up. They brought in a team of financial fraud specialists to go over what I found. I flew out this morning, this afternoon they arrested the thief. When I turned my phone on after the flight I got the message that they had him in custody along with several of his partners."
"That sounds like a happy ending," I said, "is Armstrong Investments going to get their money back?"
"I went looking for $1.6 million that Armstrong had invested, I found $72 million, the bad guys had a lot more going on, all of it illegal. Armstrong will get their money back and maybe there will be a little disruption in the drug and sex trafficking business."
She explained that it was a big relief to find that the bad guys have mostly been arrested, but she was still concerned for her safety. Gangsters and drug lords of the magnitude she had uncovered have a long reach, even when they are in prison.
Last year there was a smaller but similar case that she investigated. She broke the investigation when the bad guy bragged to her about the expensive toys he owned, she had given him a blow job and he so wanted to get her panties off that that he tried to impress her by revealing the very evidence she was looking for. Yes, her blow jobs really are that good.
The pad Tai was outstanding, after the second beer we were both loosened up. The worry, exhaustion and stress was turning into exhilaration for Allison. This time she didn't charm, blow or fuck the truth out of her target, it took real investigative work to follow the complex trail of transactions to get her man. Working hard and being successful is close to sexual satisfaction for Allison, and for me as well. The FBI was so impressed with her methods that ask for her help with other cases. She was going to get the money back for her client, she was going to get a very substantial bonus, and the opportunity for more work was assured.
"I appreciate the privacy here," she said as she pulled the curtain around our private booth. "But I'm ready for loud and kinky sex, then I'm going to fall asleep until morning and wake up and fuck you again. Let's get out of here. We are going to your place, I don't want to be worried about hit men breaking down my door and shooting me while I'm getting fucked."
"I feel like I need a shower to wash the filth and crime off," she announced when we got to my condo.
"Excellent turn of a phrase," I responded, "you spend time sticking your nose up the ass of the criminal underworld, you get dirty and smelly yourself. Can I join you?"
