He was sitting alone at the corner table, waiting for Randy, a work colleague, to arrive. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject as he was going to present him with the opportunity he knew Randy had been waiting for. All it needed was for him to spread the rumour that Thomas knew to be true (as he had a photo on his cell phone) that the arrogant bitch "Miss James" - as she insisted being called - was screwing Bill Tyson, a company Vice President, to get a promotion.
If the little weasel did his job properly, the bitch would be gone, Thomas would get her job and Randy would be promoted to a position Thomas knew he would screw up sooner, rather than later. In that event he was aware that Randy's immediate supervisor (who was one of Thomas's oldest friends and had no tolerance for failure) would fire his ass in a heartbeat. That would tie up the loose ends and no one would be any the wiser. As an added bonus, Bill Tyson would be compromised as well.
Not a bad plan, Thomas thought, getting rid of both that stuck-up bitch and ruining Bill Tyson.
Bill Tyson, who had been screwing his wife before she was injured in the car crash that left her a vegetable.
Bill Tyson, who she was on her way to meet when it happened.
Bill Tyson, who hadn't the decency to even send flowers to the hospital.
Thomas was not usually a vindictive person but in this case both revenge and greed had played its part in bringing out the very worst in him. While it was going to work in his favour and he revelled in their downfall, he still despised himself for doing it. The only upside was that Bill Tyson's reputation would be in tatters and he would probably be fired too.
He was just musing this over when he was interrupted by the waitress.
"More coffee?"
He was about to say no without looking up when he caught sight of her in a mirror. He saw a plain girl, about his own age, with the body of a goddess.
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Linda Hunt had been a successful underwear model until her drunken bully of a husband had started beating her soon after they were married and no one wanted to employ a body model with bruises.
He had been an Army sergeant and a bully, killed in a training 'accident' nearly three years ago. Foul play was suspected but the Army couldn't find enough evidence to bring charges so the men under his command were dispersed to other units.
She now earned a living with her meagre army pension and this shitty waitress job, as being out of it for so long, she couldn't get any modelling work.
Thomas read her name tag.
"Yes please Linda. Can I call you Linda?"
Linda thought - Cheek, still not too bad on the eye.
"That's my name, use it if you wish."
"Hi Linda, I'm Thomas - Tom to my friends, please call me Tom."
At this point Randy walked in and the conversation turned to normal customer/waitress banter.
Thomas outlined his plan to Randy for the removal of "Miss James" and the reward of a promotion for him. As expected, he was being blinded by the chance of more prestige and a bigger salary. Of course, Tom told Randy, the picture didn't come from me - if anybody asks, tell them it was sent anonymously.
Over the next couple of weeks, while 'The plan' was being put into play, Tom visited the cafe regularly. He got to know Linda better and, finding out she was a widow, finally asked her out. At first she put him off but after the third time he asked, she accepted.
As she got to know Tom they exchanged life stories.
Linda had married young. It wasn't until after they were married that she found out that her hansom soldier, like most bullies, liked to be dominated when sober. It was only when he came home drunk the beatings would happen.
Tom seemed nice. He told her about his wife's accident and how she was now in a care home unable to recognise him or do anything for herself. As she would never recover, Tom had decided he would never divorce her, even though her family thought he should and move on with his life.
Linda for her part told Tom about Hank and how she had changed since her marriage, getting to enjoy being dominant in bed. Tom found this intriguing.
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It was after the Halloween party arranged by some of her friends from the modelling world that things really changed. They arrived back at her place and as the door shut he kissed her as usual, only this time she placed his hand on her breast. She whispered, "It's been so long, Stay." Tom could feel her soft warm flesh, topped with a firm bud as he started to massage the needy part. She led his hand under her top and then kissed him with an intensity she had not shown before. He moved his hand back to her breast only to find it naked, as he had suspected all evening. All he could think of now was how much he wanted to fuck her brains out.
She practically dragged him into the bedroom and with a wild look in her eyes whispered "Take me, big boy." Tom, who by now was rampant, needed no second invitation. He threw her on the bed, lifted her skirt to find she had no panties on either, dropped his pants (he had gone commando too) and roughly entered her.
He thrust away, every move matched by her until he could hold out no longer. He started to pull out but she grabbed his ass and squealed "In me you dirty bastaaaaaaaaad, in meeee."
With several enormous thrusts he shot his load as she shuddered to her climax, dragging her nails across his butt, drawing blood.
As they lay there panting from the exertion she looked at him and sighed "I needed that, what took you so long?"
As his cum leaked out, she scooped some of it up and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around before swallowing it, then she savagely kissed him. He tasted the mixture of both of them on her lips and was surprised how good it was. He wanted more, so started down her body to the source, sucking on her tits on the way down. There was no love or finesse; it was pure lust on both their parts. As he reached her pussy she drew up her knees again and opened her legs to allow access.
He teased her clit then went in for the kill, sucking and slurping until she was empty. Before moving away he pushed a finger into her backdoor, to be greeted with a loud "Oh God, that's goooooood, stick another in." He did as he was told and started moving them in and out as she squirmed, shouting "Your cock, your cock, I want your cock, fuck my arse, right now."
Tom, now rampant again, took out his fingers, flipped her over, dragged her to her knees and stuck his cock all the way in with one mighty thrust. Pumping in and out he soon felt his nuts tighten and a second load was sent on its way to coat the inside of her back passage.
As he pulled out she moaned "I'll get you for that, you dirty, dirty, lovely bastard!!"and flopped down, legs apart, now utterly exhausted.
Tom couldn't resist, he dived for her pussy and started to tongue fuck her.
"STOP IT!"
Her voice had a hard edge he hadn't heard before.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Her voice even harder.
Tom didn't like taking orders so as he stopped he slapped her butt hard, leaving a red hand mark.
All he heard was a soft "Yeah, oh yeah."
He lay beside her and she hugged him so tight it almost crushed his ribs.
When he woke next morning they were still partially dressed. The look on her sleeping face was one of utter contentment.
