On the day he believed he would begin getting rich, Mel Ott walked into the fancy office building and took the elevator to the floor Atherton and Son Investment Services was located on. He walked into Atherton's office and noticed that a different secretary was sitting behind the desk today. There was a young guy in a suit sitting in one of the chairs, reading a newspaper, too. A briefcase sat on the floor next to him.
"Mel Ott, I'm her ta see Willie Atherton," Mel told the secretary. This one was younger than the other one, and was kind of good-looking, Mel thought.
"He's expecting you, go on in," the woman said.
Mel opened the door and walked into Atherton's office. Atherton was in his chair and had his back to the door. All Mel could see was the top of Atherton's head. Mel walked over to the desk, but the man didn't turn around.
"Hey, I'm here to pick up the money, Willie-boy," Mel said.
Atherton still didn't turn around. "It's in that envelope lying on the desk," he said. "How much was it you said you wanted?"
"You said you'd give me ten thousand dollars, dincha?" Mel replied.
"And if I give you ten thousand dollars, you won't tell my parents what you know about what has been transpiring between your ex-wife and me, is that correct?" Atherton asked. He continued to keep his back to Mel.
It bugged the hell out of Mel that Atherton wasn't turning around and facing him. He wanted to see the helpless look on the rich asshole's face when he took the money. "Yeah, that'll do for now, Willie-boy," Mel said. What was it with Atherton today? Did he think he was too good to look at him, or what? "Thing is, this is only ten thousand bucks," he continued. "I'm probably gonna need more." He picked up the envelope and stuck it in his pocket.
"You know what you are doing is blackmail, and that blackmail is illegal, don't you, Mr. Ott?" Atherton said.
"Of course I know that; what do you think, I'm stupid?" Mel yelled. Just who the hell did Atherton think he was, keeping his back turned like that! He had half a mind to walk around that big desk and...
"Yes, I think you're stupid, Mr. Ott. And because you are stupid, you're under arrest," Alex said. He turned around in the chair to face Mel, who stood there with his mouth open, staring at the badge the man in the chair - who wasn't Atherton - held in his hand. "Mr. Ott, you have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and to have your attorney present before any questioning takes place. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I've explained them, Mr. Ott?"
Before Mel could move, or barely begin to comprehend what was happening, hands grabbed his arms, bent him over Atherton's desk, and pulled his arms up into the middle of his back. He heard, and felt, handcuffs clicking around his wrists. The police officers who had handcuffed him pulled him erect, then one of the police officers removed the envelope holding the cash from his jacket pocket.
"Mr. Ott, do you understand your rights as I just explained them?" Alex asked again.
"Ah...yeah, I understand," Mel said. He looked around, still puzzled. "Where...where's Atherton?" he asked. "I know he's here, he was talkin' to me, he..."
"I'm nowhere near there, Mr. Ott," William said. He had been talking to Mel from the cabin, through a speakerphone the police had set up. "Although I must say I wish I was there. I'd very much like to see the look on your face right now, Mr. Ott."
Alex turned back to the speakerphone his electronics specialist had installed on a table behind the desk. "Thanks for your help, Mr. Atherton," he said.
"Thank you, Captain," William replied. "You have no idea how grateful I am for your assistance in this matter." He set down the phone and leaned back on the sofa. It was over, finally!
Arlene walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and asked, "How did it go?" She walked over and sat down on William's lap, and slid her slender arms around his neck.
"It went just as it was supposed to. He's in police custody," William told her. "I actually heard the sound of the handcuffs being placed on him." He smiled. "It was, I think, one of the nicest sounds I've ever heard."
"God, I'm so glad!" Arlene exclaimed. She leaned her face toward his and their lips joined. William's arms tightened around her and she snuggled her bottom against him.
William was pleasantly shaken by the depth and softness of their kiss. Turbulent feelings roiled inside him and he felt his body responding to contact with hers.
When his hands began to slide over Arlene, the towel wrapped around her came undone, exposing and her lovely physique to his touch and view.
"You know, my love, if you keep this up," William said as Arlene ran her fingers through his hair and licked his ear, "you're going to get all messy again. Then you'll have to take another shower."
"I don't care!" Arlene said, and continued kissing and licking him. She began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm going to make love to you, William," she murmured. She slid her hand into his open shirt and flicked one of his nipples lightly with a long fingernail. William jumped. "Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Oh, Goddd, yesssss!!!! It certainly does!" he groaned.
Arlene tugged her lover's shirt out of his slacks, baring his upper body completely. Her hands began gliding lightly over his warm skin, which was beginning to show goose bumps where she was touching him.
William was delighted by Arlene's caresses. His throat grew tight, his breathing became labored, and his penis began to stiffen while Arlene bestowed ever-more thrilling attention on him.
She bent her head and drew one of his nipples into her mouth. William gasped. He tried to caress her, but had a hard time lifting his arms to do so. He was trembling and his strength seemed to have left him.
Arlene's hand glided down over his belly, to the waist of his slacks, and opened them. Then that soft hand insinuated itself under his clothes and continued working it's way downward, until it was wrapped around his erection.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!" William moaned. "Goddddd!!!!"
"You're hard again!" Arlene murmured. "That's wonderful!"
She slid off his lap and began tugging his pants down. William raised his hips and felt them slide down. Then she tugged his under shorts down. He was nude.
Arlene remained on her knees on the floor in front of the sofa and began caressing his legs, first with the flat of her hands, then trailing her long fingernails up and down them.
William couldn't recall ever feeling this aroused, this out of control. His entire body seemed to be turning into one huge throbbing, over-stimulated pleasure nerve. His passion swelled and compounded and he groaned with joy.
