The twins begin to marshal their forces in their bid to reclaim their father's business. Along the way, they uncover some interesting news about their parent. Includes brother/sister incest, interracial sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, some (a little) humiliation and pregnant sex.
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A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 5
As Lee walked across the floor in the executive area, he could feel the eyes of the secretaries and clerks on him. He stopped by Ashley's desk and told her to call Max and Thelma and tell them he was ready for them. He had just finished hanging up is overcoat when they entered together, closely followed by Ashley.
"Lee," said Max, with a note of pleading in her voice, "do we have to do this now? Can't it wait until after work?"
"Probably," he replied, his voice flat, "but I have another appointment right after work, and she can't stand waiting."
"Mr. Brock," interrupted the blonde secretary, "did you want me to observe and take notes?"
Before he could answer, Thelma broke in. "Girl, you get your fat ass out of here. This is a private affair, and if I hear one word about what happens in here this afternoon, I will whup that ass of yours so hard that you'll think it's made of hamburger; now, get out!"
A look of amused shock on her face, Ashley looked at Lee. He smiled, and nodded. "Tut, tut, Ms. Williams," he said, "there's no need for threats here. If you don't want a witness, a simple no will do. That's fine, Ashley. Thank you for asking. I may call on you later, however. In the mean time, would you ask Mrs Bridges if she would be available between two thirty and three this afternoon?"
Lee turned to Max as Ashley left the office. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "How do you want it?"
"In private," she said, with a sob in her throat.
"Sorry," replied Lee. "That is the one condition I can't change. If you don't have any other preferences, bend over with your elbows supporting you on the desk." Max slowly walked to the end of the desk and did as she was told. Lee reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
"Mr Brock! What on earth are you doing?" Thelma gasped out.
"Unless you have a better suggestion, I'm going to fuck the daylights out of her."
"B...Bu...But her husband... He...he's right across..."
"I really don't give a rat's ass where he is. If she had done her job properly, this wouldn't be necessary."
"B...But it wasn't her fault. I told you; it was my fault Teesha didn't stop..."
"As your supervisor, Max is still responsible," he paused for a short five count; "unless..."
"Unless what," Thelma asked. Her eyes, wide open with mistrust, looked like ping pong balls in her dark face.
"Welllll," Lee answered, drawing it out, "if you are really the one responsible, you should be here instead of Maxine."
"No! " interjected Max.
"What?" gasped the petite black woman.
"Makes perfect sense to me, if you do the crime, you should do the time. That doesn't excuse Max, but if you step up, Ms Williams, you'll save your boss from an unfair, if deserved, punishment..."
"Does she have to watch?" Thelma asked, glumly.
"Thelma..." said Max.
"Are you volunteering?" asked Lee.
"Do I have a choice?" grumbled Thelma. "Ms Maxine, you been a good boss. The past four, five years, I've learned a lot from you about how to deal with people, friendly and," glancing at Lee, "...not so friendly.
"A lot of bosses I've seen come and go, they'd blame their secretaries when mistakes were made, but you always took the blame, sometimes when it was my fault, when I was careless, or just too ...whatever to do the job properly.
"If Teesha had done something great, I'd be walking around with pride, busting my buttons, taking credit for her. Much as I hate to admit it, Mr Brock is right. You asked me to speak to my daughter, to set her straight, and I didn't do that, therefore I'm the one who should have to face the music."
She turned to Lee. "If my punishment is to be what you had planned for Ms Maxine, can I ask that it be done in private, without witnesses?"
Lee nodded, suddenly wishing he didn't have to impose himself on the small black woman. Softly, he said, "Leave us now, Max. I'll want you to sit in with Mrs. Bridges. Ask Ashley to let you know when she arrives."
Max looked at him and nodded. She went to Thelma and gave her a hug without saying anything.
As soon as the door closed behind Max, the petite woman reached up and began to lower the zipper on the back of her dress. "It has been a while since I've done this in an office, Mr Brock; you'll have to tell me where you want me and in what position.
"This brings back some memories I would rather had stayed forgotten. Before Teesha was born, I had her job, in the mailroom. Mr. Carruthers, the owner, used to ask me to stay after the rest of the office had gone home, me and another secretary. I guess it was a bit after his wife had passed on. I was only eighteen, and he was a handsome men; looked a bit like you.
"When I got pregnant, he gave me money for an abortion, but I couldn't do that to my baby, so I took the money and went away...Is something wrong?" she asked, seeing the shocked look on Lee's face.
"Teesha is...Ian's daughter? Does he know that?"
"I don't know," she said, after a short pause. "I've never told him, and he's never asked. When I came back, the Personnel office told him I wasn't qualified for the job I applied for, but he told them to hire me anyway; otherwise, he hasn't talked to me much except for stuff related to work."
Thelma's dress was in a pool around her feet. She stood there, in white briefs, watching him. Except for the lines life had etched in her face, she looked almost prepubescent. Just over five feet tall, she probably didn't weigh more than ninety pounds. There was the slightest indentation at her waist, with a minimal flare out to her hips. She didn't wear a bra because she didn't need one, except to hide her protusive nipples.
She stepped out of her dress and walked to him. As she approached the desk, she saw the intercom lamp was lit. She passed Lee and bent over the communication unit. "Ashley Anita Dix, if you don't turn this thing off by the time I count one, naked as I am, I'll come out there and beat your ..." She stopped because the light had gone out.
Thelma turned to Lee, who was trying hard not to laugh. When she saw him, she began to laugh with him. He reached for her and pulled her between his legs, his arms loosely around her waist. "For such a tiny woman, you certainly are a feisty wench. Was there ever a Mr Williams?"
"Mmm, there were a couple who asked, but they wanted to move to a bigger city. I preferred living here, even though there aren't many black families. Less crime, fewer opportunities for Teesha to get into trouble. When I think she's mature enough, I'll send her to stay with my sister in Orlando for a year. After that, maybe I'll be able to convince her to try some college." She shimmied her chest and hips against him. "Enough talk, Mr Brock..."
"You're right. And under the circumstances, you can call me Lee."
"Unh uh, Mr Brock. If you're going to punish me, we've got to keep the roles straight. Maybe in the future, sometime, but for now, you stay Mr. Brock, and I'm Ms Williams," she stated, pulling his head down and melding his lips into hers.
Lee picked her up, holding the kiss, and carried her to the love seat. He sat, placing her on his lap. His right hand slid up her stomach and rib cage to search for the very prominent nipples. His hand passed over one, bending it slightly, and elicited a low moan from her.
She turned and began to loosen his tie. When it was sufficiently loose she simply slid it over his head and started on his shirt buttons. Lee's hand slipped between her legs, to encounter her damp heat. By the time Thelma had his shirt off, her hips were beginning pulse against his hand.
He lifted her to stand up and turned to lay her down while he removed his pants. The small dark woman grinned when she saw his eight inches emerge from his jockeys. She didn't say a word, simply lay back and opened her thighs. When Lee went to move her into the doggie position, she shook her head.
"First time, face to face, Mr Brock. Especially since you're punishing me. You want to be sure I realize how serious it is, don't you?"
Lee grinned and nodded, positioning himself between her knees. Her arms went around his neck; her legs, his waist. She reached down to position his staff at her opening, then lifted her self off the sofa.
"Don't move," she said, and tightened her legs, driving him into her, so his full length was inside.
"Unnnggghh! Oh, shit! That hurt. Don't move yet. Christ, you feel bigger than you look. Mmm, slowly now. Short ins and outs until I get used to you. Damn, I had almost forgot...unnnnh, yeah, okay longer... uh oh oh oh oh oh go! go! go! fuck it, now! fuck me now, you mother fucker! go go go go go yesss! Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!!!"
Unlike her daughter, who had barely made a sound the entire time they had been coupled, whose orgasm had climaxed with a silent scream, Thelma's voice, once they established their rhythm, had been in crescendo, culminating in a loud screech. Once the scream stopped, and their breathing regulated so they were aware of their surroundings, Thelma heard the beeping of the intercom, trying to get their attention.
