Tony loved being rich.
He had a huge house in Beaconsfield -- bigger than either of his neighbours, which was important if you were Tony. He had nicer, newer cars than either neighbour, also important if you were Tony. His wife was younger too. All were positive balances on the Tony ledger of life.
But you only got rich by grabbing opportunities, being ruthless and avoiding spending your money on other people whenever possible.
So, when his young wife complained that her shopping account was low, he rolled his eyes.
His wife Henrietta was given to complaining about lack of funds as a way of pre-warning him that she'd just spent a lot of money. It was a source of tension in their relationship. He had thought that she'd been getting better.
"What have you bought now?" he said, exasperated at her shopping habit.
"That's just the point Tone Tone. I haven't bought anything for days! I was just checking whether I could get a new Versace bag and I noticed that the account was really low. You're not upset with me again are you Tone Tone?"
"How low?"
"Less than five hundred pounds."
"What?!" he exploded. They usually kept thousands in that account. "What have you done with it?" he shouted.
Henrietta rarely saw him like this. She was used to a big teddie bear of a man that she could wrap round her finger. She didn't know what to do when he was like this.
"Nothing!" she said shrinking away from him.
He immediately went to his laptop and started to look through the account, but he couldn't find any big transactions. What the hell was going on?
He picked up the phone and dialled.
"Maurice! How are you? Excellent. Yes, great thank you. Look I've got a bit of a problem that I'd like you to look into. Yes, yes I know today's Sunday but you always said call any time. Hmph. Right. Tomorrow then. Thank you."
Henrietta had made herself scarce as soon as he picked up the phone. She was already lamenting the loss of the limited-edition Versace bag that she desperately needed. She knew that Tony wouldn't let her buy anything now until he found out what was going on.
She sighed as she went into the sun lounge and settled down by the indoor pool. Life was so unfair!
= = = = = =
Tony sat across from Maurice in the big boardroom scowling.
"So you mean to say that the amount coming in from our guaranteed contracts has simply gone down? You're not making any sense! We increase those contracts every year."
"I know Tony but until I can do a thorough audit I can't tell you any more than that."
"Well how soon can you start?"
"Thursday's the earliest I'm afraid. I had to push back another client just to be here this morning."
"I want this fixed Maurice. Something is off and I want to know what."
"And you shall. It shouldn't take long -- just a day or two."
After he'd got Sam to see Maurice out, he settled back into his chair and thought hard. His piggy eyes narrowed as his general distrust and paranoia relating to anyone other than Dennis kicked in.
He spent most of the morning pacing, grumbling and making Sam print out reports and make tea. His desk was covered in paper and by lunchtime he'd had enough. He called Dennis who was on holiday in Greece and left for the day.
Sam was worried. Very worried.
Having Maurice here was only ever to do with the accounts and if Tony suspected something then she could be in serious trouble. She was pretty sure that what she'd done would be really tough to trace but this was money and Tony was very particular when it came to money.
She was a bag of nerves going through the system looking for anything that she might have missed. She was so caught up in it all that she didn't notice it getting darker outside or how quiet the rest of the office had become. The door opened and she jumped. Phil came in and shut the door behind him.
He immediately saw how stressed she was and came in and sat on her desk.
"What's going on Sam?" he said enjoying the view as she sat there distracted in her sheer white blouse.
"I think Tony might be suspicious."
"About what?" he asked, suddenly interested. He moved round the desk to stand behind her chair, trying to see what she was doing.
"About the finances."
Phil relaxed slightly. So long as it wasn't about how Sam's dress sense had changed over the recent weeks and months. Her wardrobe had expanded, and every day was a delight to the eye.
She turned to face him.
"I've been stressing about this since this morning, but nothings changed! I can't find anything...but I don't know! It's driving me nuts."
"What you need is some stress relief Sam. Lie back on your desk."
"No, I have to finish..."
"You've already said that you can't find it. Lie down!"
She looked up at him and licked her lips. She'd dressed very carefully today knowing that Phil had been away for the past week. The blouse was one that he particularly liked and she knew that the black yoga pants highlighted every curve of her sumptuous rear.
He leaned forward and very slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. Her sexy black bra was doing a marvellous job of showing her rounded breasts off. He left that on.
She started to pant as he took her by the shoulders and laid her back on her desk. He peeled her yoga pants off her arse and legs, leaving them wrapped around her ankles.
He could smell her already.
"You dirty little slut. Where are your panties?"
"I...I...took them off earlier. I was so wet."
"You're engaged to be married to someone else and all you can think about is getting fucked at work. Is that it?", he asked as he pulled his rock hard cock out.
"Y...y...yes...Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" she shrieked as he drove his cock in to her in one thrust.
Phil had been away for the last week and had been hard all afternoon thinking about this moment. He held her ankles together up by his shoulders and pulled her little arse to the edge of the desk.
As he drew out for another thrust he slapped her arse cheek hard and then drove his cock into her again. She grabbed on to the edge of the desk above her head lifting her beautiful breasts up. All the while she stared at Phil, licking her lips and reacting to every thrust and spank. Her spine arcing up as he pummelled her mound, forcing himself into her again and again.
"F...f...fuck me!"
Suddenly he pulled out of her. He flipped her on to her stomach, grabbed hold of her hair and lined his cock back up with her sopping slit again.
