Clare eventually completed her sketch and Sara dressed and seemed relieved to scuttle out of the apartment with a quick 'Bye William' aimed in my direction. Clare went off to shower, as she was black with charcoal, and I prepared to tell her of how I had been suspended at work for suspected money laundering.
She came out onto the balcony with a large fluffy white towel wrapped around her shapely naked body, leant forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips; dripping water down on to me as she did so. She sat down opposite me, her towel falling open at the bottom to reveal a little of her freshly shaved pussy.
I explained that I had bad news from the office.
In the end she took it well, I guess she had actually been listening when Pascal and I had been discussing the potential problems with this deal. Nonetheless, the prospect of my losing my job, our heavily mortgaged house and the luxury lifestyle we had become accustomed to hit home. She was slightly tearful as she exclaimed 'But it's not fair, they asked you to come down here and manage these crooks, they set you up.'
'Yes, it does seem that way.' I replied.
Her anger with the bank had distracted her and by now her towel had fallen open completely at the bottom. She sat cross-legged on the sun bed, with the early evening sun falling directly onto her wide-open pussy. I sat back to enjoy the view for what I feared would be one of the last times. My naked wife backed with blue sea and sky in this great apartment. I would miss it.
There was a knock on the door. Pascal and Veronique stood there, she looked a little upset. Pascal was still as cool as ever, perhaps recovering from the shock a little. Clare went and got dressed as we sat down to talk. At first all we could do was fume over our plight, but after a bottle or two of burgundy's fine red we came up with an idea, a fairly crazy idea, and one that would change everything.
'Are you sure about this?' I asked Clare later as we lay together in bed. 'There will be no going back afterwards you know.'
'Do we have any other good choices? If we stick it out then you just get the blame and we lose everything.' We lay together, her soft breasts pressing into my chest and her leg lying lightly over mine, I was content but nervous.
We got up early the next day, I dressed as normal for work, grabbed a strong black coffee and waited for Veronique. She arrived around 7am, kissed me on both cheeks and then kissed Clare too.
'Pascal had a further idea.' She added, we have booked four flights to Paris for this afternoon in our names, then connections to Rio. My brother and his wife will take ours for us, we are looking for someone to take yours for you.' It was a good idea, if you want to disappear; it is best if everyone thinks you are in South America.
I got in the car with Veronique and we drove into the town. As we approached the office she pulled to one side and parked. I climbed over into the back seats and pulled a black blanket over me. The security guard on the car park entrance never took any notice anyway. Veronique drove round to the side of the bank, blipped the gate with her pass and drove down past the guard without a glance. My heart was hammering along anyway. It was strange that a normal drive into work could cause such tension.
We got the service lift up to the top floor where I worked and I entered my office. I was relieved to see that everything was as I had left it; my PC was even still logged in. I just prayed that they hadn't disabled my access to the bank's systems. I closed all the internal blinds so that my colleagues wouldn't see that I was in and hid out under my desk.
I had agreed with Veronique that she would keep an eye out for the Raskolovics delivery, and would bring them through when they arrived; we had no idea when though. I camped out under my desk for several hours, no one came into my old office but my heart beat faster every time someone passed the door.
Finally Veronique knocked the door three times on the way through to reception. This was the signal. I sat up on to my chair, unlocked my PC which, I was relieved to see, let me in and pretended to do some work. Veronique showed the two representatives from the Raskolovics through, and I was shocked to see Isabelle leading a big goon of a security guard who was wheeling a large suitcase.
'Hello William, I am glad to see that you relented on this deal. I am sure you are making a good move.' She remarked.
'Thank you Claude.' She motioned to the goon and he left to stand outside. Veronique left us alone to conclude the details. She had not been involved in the deal up to this point and it would have been odd for her to stay.
I prayed that no one came in now otherwise the game was up.
Isabelle walked over to me and sat on the desk in front of me, her skirt riding up to flash lace top stockings, it was good to see her again. 'So I understand you can send us an electronic confirm for this cash, but it will not credit our account for two weeks.' Isabelle continued.
'I presume you have been using your initiative. I am glad because I was starting to get increased pressure from the Raskolovics from your lack of cooperation. They were very unhappy on Friday when I said you might not play ball.'
She unbuttoned her jacket revealing her pert naked breasts pressing against the blue smooth silk lining. 'Now you will start to see how grateful they can be when they are pleased. She slid off the desk and came right up to me taking my hand in hers and running my finger around one of her nipples. Even with the tension I felt, my cock still hardened at the touch of her skin.
'Isabelle please, we have been through this.' I replied 'I do not need an affair with you. I am very satisfied by Clare's affections, there is no place in my life for you.' She rubbed my hand onto her breast cupping it in my palm. I hoped I sounded more convincing than I felt.
'William, please let me do this.' She continued. 'They are watching us from the building opposite; please let me show them I have seduced you. I need them to think you are doing this because of me. If they think I am useless then I don't know what will happen to me, or my brother.' I remembered that she was only working for them to clear a debt. I looked across the road to spot the guy with the binoculars but could see nothing. I was torn, I loved Clare but couldn't let Isabelle be harmed either. I remained silent.
Isabelle slipped the jacket from her shoulders, exposing her beautiful small breasts; she knelt in front of me and undid my trousers. While I was unsure what I wanted, my cock had no doubts and popped out, hard and ready for whatever lay ahead. Isabelle slipped me into her lips and grabbed my balls and cock with her hands. She quickly started pumping me hard into her mouth, her lips protecting me from her teeth. I lay back and enjoyed it, there was no point resisting at this stage.
Soon I felt my orgasm come in waves of pleasure as I pumped her mouth full of cum. She pulled away, licking some from her lips and swallowed it all. I felt immediate pangs of guilt, knowing that Clare would be distraught to know what I had done. Isabelle too looked uncomfortable as the reality of her position hit home. I presumed she had thought it would be easy, but now realised what it made her feel like.
I turned, embarrassed to my computer, slipping my cock back into my trousers. 'Now let me sort out that confirm.' I could see she was close to tears; she must have been terribly worried to have gone through with the whole thing when it obviously did bother her immensely.
'Fuck It William. What can I do?' She asked looking down at her still naked breasts.
I was logging into the confirms system hoping that my account was still active despite my suspension.
'I can't do this, even with you, I feel dirty and used. How will it be with the next guy? He might be some smelly mean bastard.' A tear escaped from the corner of her eye.
I couldn't think about her plight, I had problems of my own to worry about. I finally got into the system and my heart rate fell a little. I found the confirm, hit send and watched the icon go green.
'Look, Isabelle, the trade is confirmed so that is out the way. That will get them off our backs for a few days. Perhaps you need to reconsider this thing with the Raskolovics. Perhaps you need another way. Why don't you and you brother just run away, fly away. I could lend you our passports and some money; you could be on a flight to Rio this afternoon as Mr and Mrs Banes. I could lend you say ten thousand euros in cash and you would be out of their way forever.'
'Would you do that for me, for us?' She asked.
'Look Isabelle I am not going to be around here for long. To be honest it would be a favour in some ways.' She looked at me suspiciously and I realised I had said too much. Now I was relying on her too. 'I will call you in an hour.' She said. 'I need to talk to my brother, put it to him.'
She slipped her jacket back on, picked up a printout of the confirm and walked out. Her security goon fell in behind her.
I walked over to the case, opened it and gazed down at five million euros in used 100-euro notes. All my Christmases had come at once. I took out the two rucksacks I had brought and stuffed them full. We had to be quick as I knew there would be checks in the bank that would be run during the day and I didn't want to be here for any difficult questions.
I called Veronique's phone and said just one word 'Now.' She came into the office looking terrified. We now had to walk out of the office with bags containing five million that the bank didn't even know it had. She picked hers up, looked both ways down the corridor and we set off back to the service lift.
Just as I thought we were home dry, a colleague came out of the Gents. 'Oh hello William' he said looking surprised 'I didn't expect to see you today.' I grinned back nervously. 'I was just picking up some books.' I replied terrified. 'Thought I would do some background reading with my time off.' He looked at the bags, and I prayed he wouldn't ask to see what.
We stood there in silence for a second, my heart playing a solo in my chest. 'Good idea. Well have a good break.' He finally replied before walking off grinning. He had obviously heard I was done for.
'Bloody Hell, that was close.' I said to Veronique once we were in the lift. 'I am crap at this cloak and dagger stuff.'
'Oh I don't know. That went very well, I thought. You handled Isabelle very well.' She observed.
I felt a pang of guilt again, followed by fear that even now she might be telling the Raskolovics of her suspicions. I told Veronique of what had happened in my office, her eyes widened as I explained about my offer.
'That was a crap idea William. Now this whole plan is at risk from her.' I felt it too.
