All characters in this story are fictional and any similarity with people living or dead is entirely coincidental.
While this story can stand by itself it will make sense if you read the Breaking Out series first.
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Ray Uborne was a likeable man ... but he certainly wasn't a 'nice' man. Ray had a vindictive streak in him and no one ever got better of Ray Uborne ... he made sure of that.
Ray was 45, divorced and he lived by himself on 'The Naked Lady', a 68-foot cruiser berthed at one of the best marinas on the north side of Los Angeles.
He was divorced because his wife of 20 years came home a day early from a visit to Boston to find Ray in bed with two expensive call girls. The fact that the girls were a gift from a very appreciative business contact who owed Ray a favour was of no consequence to Greta Uborne and Ray ended up divorced, without a house but still with his 68-foot cruiser and only half the money that had been in Ray's bank accounts.
Fortunately for Ray, Greta didn't know about any of his three safety deposit boxes or the seven hundred thousand dollars he had stashed in those boxes.
Ray could have easily married again, he was still good-looking, in good shape, and always a hit with the women ... single and married ... at parties but he had no interest in running the risk of losing more of his accumulated wealth to some woman who expected him to be faithful.
He didn't need that in his life because he was never short of women who were prepared ... or paid ... to spread their legs for him whenever he wanted some hot pussy.
Ray was the West Coast sales manager for Scremtak, a corporation that specialised in high-ticket items for the building and engineering industries and had sales offices in almost all 50 states, but California was where the biggest sales for Scremtak happened.
Head Office in Boise Idaho didn't ask how Ray's team managed to be the top sales team year after year ... they didn't really care how they did it ... they were just happy to see the money rolling in.
Ray's secret was to reward his team with dinners and weekend retreats that featured some of the hottest women on the west coast. These girls weren't your average call girl or escort ... these were some of the big-name pornstars that featured in the wildest adult videos, girls who could really make a guy feel like he was the centre of the girl's universe.
And if Ray had a really tough nut to crack when it came to making a sale he could supply the same girls to the client if that was what it took to swing a deal.
Ray was also the guy you saw if you had a problem and needed a solution. He was always happy to connect people so that problems could be solved. Sometimes Ray expected to be paid, sometimes Ray would do you a favour ... but he always expected a favour in return. Maybe not right now but at some time in the future he might come knocking, looking for that return favour.
When Ray wanted to hire the hottest women for whatever he was planning he always turned to Kalya Entertainment. They were a part of the same business that ran multiple porn sites and had a stable of some of the sexiest look pornstars that they could call on.
They weren't the cheapest girls but then no one else gave him a girl for free once a week so he kept pushing his work to Kalya but just lately, Sonya, the girl they had been sending, had become a clock watcher.
"Stop ... no more," she told him the last time she had seen him ... when he was almost right on the edge, "no more, you're time is up," and she pushed him off her. She put her dress on, threw her underwear into her handbag and walked out.
Now it was the day before she was due to return and he was sitting on his boat thinking that if she did that again then Kalya could go whistle for the work in the future, when his cell phone rang.
"Hi, is that Ray Uborne?" the caller ID had told him that the call was coming from Kalya Entertainment but that certainly wasn't Sonya's voice.
"Yes, I'm Ray, what can I do for you?"
"I'm Helen Weston, I'm the new head of Kalya Entertainment and I understand that I have a regular appointment with you tomorrow morning. I was just calling to confirm that."
"Helen, thank you for calling. Yes, if you're going to replace Sonya then we do have a regular appointment."
"That's great Ray I'm looking forward to it. Just one thing though," Ray was waiting for something to be a problem, "I see from what anonymous records we keep that you may have a health certificate ... is that up to date?"
Ray wondered if she would be disappointed to find that he did have a certificate and it was up to date, "Yes Helen I do have a certificate and it is up to date."
"Oh good!" Ray was surprised by the strength of her answer, "you and I are going to get as close as two human beings can possibly get and it's always a bit of a letdown for me if the guy needs to wear a condom."
She laughed softly, "And I do it all Ray ... hard and deep ... I'll see you tomorrow at 11am."
When Ray put his phone down he realised that his cock was like an iron bar.
After a few minutes Ray went into the cabin he used as an office and went to the Kalya corporate website. It only took two clicks and he knew Helen's full name, her other positions at Kalya and there was even mention of two or three scenes that she had shot for Kalya and that were available on their main mature website.
He had a membership that gave him access to all the Kalya sites so he sat down and watched the videos ... and by the time they were finished he had cum three times into a towel from the bathroom.
Not only was she an absolute stunner with a face and figure that would turn a saint into a porn-crazed fan but the way she fucked the guys she worked with was amazing and the video of the young Mexican guy fucking her was the one he liked the most.
He had noticed in the videos that she was wearing a wedding ring and at first he thought that might have just been a prop ... but then he read on some porn site that she really was married and had come into the industry from running a successful business with her husband.
Another search revealed that Helen wasn't some dumb bunny who had a fancy title Kalya to make her sound more important. She had brains and the smarts needed to make it in the business world and she and her husband had a nice little consultancy sideline going.
Ray's brain immediately began to tick over ... he could use her if he could just turn her into being his slut ... she could make him a lot of money ... but what about her husband.
It seemed that he had a business brain too but what sort of man let his wife fuck around with basically any guy who wanted her? What sort of limp-dick cuck was he that he would let her be a whore for a porn company?
Ray had thought that the husband might be a problem but now he could see that he was just a wimp that Ray could brush aside without any real effort. Yeah ... it wouldn't take long before she was his whore doing his bidding and fucking the guys who would make him money.
By 10.30 the next day Ray was uncharacteristically pacing up and down and continually going to look along the dock to see if she was coming ... even though she wasn't due till 11. The last woman to have that sort of an effect on him had been his wife ... before they got married ... and now he was getting all excited over the visit of a whore.
At 10.40 he spotted a woman stepping onto the dock that his boat, and a dozen others, were moored to but this couldn't possibly be Helen. This woman looked more like she was trying to sell something. She was wearing a white blouse and a black skirt, and she was wearing sensible heels. There was a laptop bag hung over one shoulder and she carried an attaché case in one hand.
God, she was coming right towards him ... how was he going to get rid of her before Helen turned up ... shit, why now of all times?
He was just about to go and meet her so he could turn her around before she even got to his boat when he stopped and took another look at her. Her black skirt was very short ... but she had the shapely legs to match it. The white blouse was ... almost see-through ... no ... wait! It was see-through and at 30 yards he could quite plainly see her breasts through the material.
By the time she got to Ray's boat she was smiling softly and he was grinning like an idiot. He could hardly take his eyes of her tits and she kept glancing at the size of the bulge in his shorts.
She stopped and didn't attempt to step onto Ray's boat, "Hello Ray, I'm Helen. I would ask you how you are but I can already see that you're as horny as hell.
"Do I have permission to come aboard, and would you like me to take my shoes off?"
"Ah ..." Ray might have thought of himself as a playa but sometimes even playas get stuck for words, "yeah ... right ... come aboard and taking your shoes off would be good."
Helen put her attaché case down and then stopped and looked around, "Are any of your neighbours home or can we be seen from other parts of the marina?"
"No ... no one lives on the boats you can see and I don't think anyone can see us unless there's someone up the other end of the dock. Why do you ask?"
She smiled as she pulled her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt and began to slowly unbutton her it, "Well you can hardly take your eyes off my tits so I thought that I'd give you a slightly better view."
Ray caught his breath as she slowly pulled both sides of her blouse apart and exposed her breasts to his gaze, "Like what you see?" she asked cheekily.
"Oh god yes!" he groaned, "they're beautiful!" And they were ... they looked firm and full and were almost symmetrical in shape and size. Even the big, hard, brown nipples were in alignment and he was sure that they were the most perfect set of all natural 38D tits that he had ever seen.
Helen managed not to giggle when she saw him look at her boobs and lick his lips as his fingers twitched. She just knew that she was going to enjoy fucking this guy.
She kicked off her shoes and slowly squatted down to pick them up. At first Ray was disappointed that she hadn't bent over ... but then he realised that she was giving him the perfect view up her skirt and there was no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything under that short skirt.
She picked up her shoes, bent down to pick up her case and then stepped onto the highly polished timber deck. She placed her shoes, case and laptop bag against the cabin before turning and flowing into Ray's arms.
No woman had ever kissed Ray like that before. Irina's kisses had been lukewarm at best and Greta's hadn't even reached that temperature in their final few years but Helen's kiss raised his blood pressure till he could hear it pounding in his ears ... and for a few moments, before she let him go, he was sure that he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
