"Right this way, sir, Mr. Bainbridge will be with you shortly," said the tall brunette secretary as she escorted her companies latest client to a professional looking conference room.
"Can I get you anything while you wait?" she asked politely.
The grey-haired gentleman dismissed her rudely with a brisk shake of his head, but she showed no sign of offense as she exited the room. Taking a seat at the long oak table, he glanced impatiently at his watch and sat back with a sigh.
A few minutes later the conference room door opened admitting a much younger man in an expensive looking black suit.
"Arthur Harris? I'm Kyle Bainbridge, we spoke on the phone," he said, his voice carrying just the hint of an English accent.
"I remember the call very well, Bainbridge, and you said you could help me," said Arthur Harris.
"I can Mr. Harris, and I will. May I call you Arthur?" said Mr. Bainbridge.
Harris grunted an accent as Bainbridge continued.
"As I understand it, your company is in the pharmaceutical business, and you're facing some competition from a new company. They have developed a fantastic new drug that can be made far cheaper than your current offering and is proving highly effective in clinical trials," Bainbridge said, summarizing from a manila file he had brought with him.
"Yes, all true, try telling me something I don't already know," said Harris testily.
"If they succeed in bringing this drug to market your company could lose a substantial fortune in sales," finished Bainbridge as if Harris had not interrupted him.
Bainbridge sat back in his chair steepling his fingers together as he looked Harris over carefully.
"You're in a difficult spot, Arthur, but not to worry I think we can help you out of it," he stated and reached for a hidden control under the table that dimmed the lights and lowered a projection screen from the ceiling. As the screen dropped into place, it displayed a camera photo of a dark-haired fellow in his mid-thirties getting out of a vehicle. The screen flashed up several more pictures of the same man at various points throughout his day. The last photo was taken in front of his home where he stood watering his lawn. The frame was zoomed in to reveal his rather handsome face with hazel eyes and a firm jaw.
"This is Jeff Ferris, he is the lead scientist of your competitor's company," explained Bainbridge.
"You've been following him?" asked Harris.
"We are in the information gathering business Arthur, its what we do. More importantly, after our last conversation, I took the liberty of looking into your competitor more thoroughly, and I discovered something essential about Mr. Ferris," offered Bainbridge.
"Like what?" asked Harris.
"Jeff Ferris is a very bright man, but he is also a very secretive one. He has been burned in the past by other companies he has worked for, and so he has taken to holding back key pieces of his research and keeping them locked away somewhere in his home. This insecurity is the key to your situation, Arthur, it would be relatively easy to get a hold of the formulation for the new drug by standard means of industrial espionage, but without the pieces that Mr. Ferris has in his possession, it would be useless to you. Any chance you had at reverse engineering what they did would be lost," explained Bainbridge.
"So how do we go about getting those pieces, buy him off?" suggested Harris.
"Sadly, I believe Mr. Ferris is too ethical to take a bribe. That being said our psych team has done a respectably accurate profile of him and we believe we have found a way in that will get us what we want," said Bainbridge.
The younger man stood and reached across the table for a conference phone.
"Mrs. Cutler, please send her in," he said into the receiver before hanging up. A few seconds later the door opened, and a young woman entered the room. Even at his advancing age, Arthur Harris could still react to a beautiful woman, and the one that now stood in the conference room was all that and more. He felt a slow warmth pass through his body as she smiled at him with her ruby-red lips pulling back to reveal perfect white teeth.
"Arthur Harris, meet Crystal Parker," said Bainbridge.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Harris," offered Crystal as she extended one small, well-manicured hand.
Harris stood and took her hand in his. She was just a little slip of a girl, barely five-feet tall if that. Her hair was a platinum blond waterfall that fell straight as an arrow down to the small of her back and perfectly framed her round face. She had blue eyes that sparkled and lit her pixie-like features with a soft mouth and upturned nose. The dress she wore clung tight to her slender body accentuating some nice curves and surprisingly large breasts that appeared all the more so on her tiny frame.
Clearing his throat Harris struggled to get out a greeting,"Yes, um, nice to meet you, Crystal."
"Crystal here is one of our best operatives, her ability to extract information is unparalleled," observed Bainbridge.
"I've studied Mr. Ferris file carefully and noted that he and his wife are currently in marriage counseling. The birth of their first child and Mrs. Ferris current struggles with postpartum depression have put a strain on the relationship, one I believe we can exploit," said Crystal.
"Exploit how?" asked Harris.
"Their counselor has made it part of their therapy to attend regular date nights and to give the wife some help around the house by way of a live-in nanny. Mr. Ferris contacted a service, and we were able to insert my profile into their database ensuring that the position would fall to me," explained Crystal.
"Once Crystal has insinuated herself into their lives she will be able to drive a wedge between Mr. Ferris and his wife, isolate the husband, and subsequently obtain the information we seek," said Bainbridge.
"So, you think you can get this guy to give up his secrets," said Harris with a quiet chuckle.
Crystal batted her long eyelashes and struck a sexy pose, "Trust me, Arthur, Jeff Ferris won't have any secrets left when I'm finished with him."
THE FERRIS RESIDENCE -
The last hundred yards was always the hardest, and Jeff Ferris was feeling every one of his thirty-five years as he sprinted for the front of his home. He hated jogging with a passion, but his doctor had insisted that he exercise more given his families history of heart disease. Arriving, finally, at the porch of his two-story house, he bent over sucking hard to fill his lungs as sweat poured from his forehead. He finally managed to straighten himself back into a more normal pose while walking to the front door. Entering the front foyer, he paused to enjoy the sudden gust of air-conditioning that struck him in the face.
"Donna! I'm back!" he called out to the quiet house.
Immediately he heard the scampering of his wife's feet, and a second later her angry face appeared over the railing at the top of the stairs.
"Hush Jeff! I just got the baby to sleep!" she snapped.
Jeff Ferris eyed his wife with quiet concern. The birth of their first child, Samuel, six months prior had taken a heavy toll on her, and it still showed. She had suffered bouts of sleeplessness and depression ever since and was particularly concerned about her looks feeling that her body was never going to be the same. Quite to the contrary, Jeff saw nothing wrong in that department, the baby weight was mostly gone and what was still there was centered nicely in her breasts. They had increased appreciably in size from navel oranges to full on cantaloupes. Jeff sighed as he looked up, he didn't remember the last time he had seen her chest, she kept herself hidden from him these days.Their sex life was pretty much non-existent since Samuel's birth.
His wife descended the stairs toward him walking gingerly as she clung to the rail. Her brunette hair was pulled back away from her face and tied into a tight bun on the back of her head. Her ordinarily lively brown eyes looked dull underlined with dark circles. When they had met four years earlier, Jeff had fallen quickly for Donna, back then her eyes were accented by her soft, full pink lips and high cheekbones. She was the kind of woman who never went outside without her makeup on and hair combed to perfection, and she always wore fashionable clothing. These days her wardrobe was mostly loose fitting cotton pants and t-shirts, and she hardly left the house. Jeff had tried his best to take the strain off his wife but his hours at work sometimes ran long, and he was limited in what he could do to support her domestically.
Things had more or less come to a head recently, and the couple had entered counseling to try and reduce the fighting and get their relationship back on track.
"Sorry, sweetie, I'll be quiet," he replied, softening his voice.
"I need a little quiet for a nap," said Donna.
"I know, you should go lay down. I'm just going to shower, and if the baby wakes up I'll deal with him," supplied Jeff as he started toward the stairs.
"Did you call that service as the counselor suggested?" asked Donna as her husband brushed past.
"Yes, they were very friendly and said they had the perfect person for us. I believe she is supposed to be here this afternoon," said Jeff.
Donna nodded at her husbands retreating form, she felt sorry for snapping at him but she didn't think he truly appreciated how hard it was taking care of this baby and she was so tired. She had high hopes that getting a Nanny would take the pressure off her and she would be able to focus on getting back to her old self.
Jeff stood under the hot jets of water as he let them do their work to loosen up his tired muscles. As things improved, he moved to soaping up his body starting with his chest and working his way down. He reached his penis and couldn't help but linger there for a moment feeling his thick organ swelling slightly at the feel of his smooth hand sliding up and down its length. In no time, his neglected pole had stiffened to its full seven-plus inches, and he found himself stroking it harder as his testicles contracted. It had been so long since he and Donna had enjoyed sex that he found it difficult to remember what touching her had felt like back then. He tried to picture that last time back when she had still been pregnant with Samuel.
The memory of that night slowly unfolded, Donna in nothing but a pair of stretched white panties her belly swollen and round. She walked toward him, and he reached out to feel her large breasts, the nipples a much darker shade of pink since her pregnancy close to brick red. They were also thicker than before by far, and he loved to suck them as he brought his mouth to her chest and listened to Donna sigh as he gently licked her bumpy aureoles. He caught one of those sweet, hard knots at the center between his teeth and nibbled at it.
His hand worked faster between his legs, the purple head of his cock swelled and hardened as he stroked the flesh below it. He could feel the beginnings of a hot orgasm in his sack as he pulled and kneaded his rock hard penis.
