Cindy Botelli read and re-read the note left on her desk by her employer. She had known for some time that he wanted out, but she never figured he would actually do it! But here it was, in black and white; from somewhere Jack had managed to amass the amount of capital that he needed to finance his new lifestyle which was, according to the brief letter, a life of leisure aboard his recently purchased yacht, soaking up the sun and just hopping from island to island. Cindy guessed that the business between Jack and his uncle was responsible for his newly acquired fortunes. Her employer had been extremely secretive over the past months and, with his dwindling list of legitimate clients, she knew that money must have been coming in from another source. She knew very little about the uncle's business, but knew enough to realise that it was far from legal.
She placed the letter on her small desk and sat down. She lit a Marlboro and inhaled deeply; the smoke calming her nerves. She brushed a small tear from the corner of her eye. She was sad not because she particularly loved her job, but because her ex-employer had filled a gap in her life. Cindy was a frustrated woman. Just turned forty, she kept herself looking good. She had recently lost a good amount of weight and had tried everything she could think of to promote some sort of interest from her husband of nearly twenty five years. But it was all to no avail.
Tony had not touched her in nearly a year now. He hadn't noticed the firming of her breasts; the product of a killer exercise program, or the smoothness of her skin, or indeed anything about her. But for her ex-employer, Jack, her efforts would have been completely wasted. But Jack did notice - Jack had noticed everything about her. An affair was not what she had gone out looking for, it had just happened. A small compliment here, an accidental touch of her hand there, a coming together of minds first and then bodies later. There was no doubt; Cindy was going to miss him and she was certainly going to miss the sex!
Jack had left money to pay outstanding bills and she intended to spend the rest of the day tying up the loose ends of his business. She didn't really know why she was working, but Jack had been good to her and she felt almost duty bound to ensure that everything was left just-so. She felt a stirring between her legs as she thought about her last lovemaking session. Jack had loved her tits. He was always a breast man, she thought, and after he had eaten her pussy for over an hour, Cindy had lain back on the floor while he slid his large cock between her soft mounds. She always enjoyed that and would tilt her head up to suck and lick the tip of his cock as it emerged, wet with pre-cum, from between her ample cleavage. She stood and walked to the mirror to check her make-up. Her legs trembled slightly as the thoughts whirled around her head.
"Not bad!" she whispered to herself as she inspected her reflection. She turned sideways and smoothed her sweater down over her chest. She was as pleased as anybody with her figure since she had lost weight. Her breasts were still nice and firm and her waist had reduced in size quite dramatically leaving an impression of her being just a little top heavy. She liked that! She put one foot up on a nearby chair to straighten her stocking and felt the dampness in her panties that her earlier daydream had caused. This, she knew, was nothing unusual these days. She seemed to feel horny almost constantly - what the hell was she going to do now that Jack was gone?
Feeling a little daring, she glanced about her at the empty office. She couldn't get the thoughts of Jack and his cock out of her mind. She wanted to see the evidence of her thoughts. Slowly, still glancing around to ensure nobody was going to disturb her, she lifted the mid length skirt. The thin material tickled her legs as it rose. Up and up, more of the silky stockings now visible. She held the skirt up and looked at her panties. The damp patch between her legs was clearly visible and she gasped slightly as her fingers touched the gusset. Suddenly she dropped the hem of the skirt. What the fuck was she doing? Jack had only been gone a few hours and already she was reduced to touching herself! She must resist the urge to masturbate and get on with the work she had planned!
She accepted a compromise. Using the bathroom this time, she took her panties off completely and stuffed them in her purse. If she couldn't have Jack fucking her, she reasoned, then at least she could think of him from time to time without her undergarment getting completely soaked! Again, she resisted a strong urge to play with herself and let the skirt drop back down and cover her modesty. With the delightful feel of the conditioned air playing around her pussy, she walked back to her desk and embarked on her work.
The morning passed quickly enough. She paid bills and informed the landlord that the small office would now no longer be required. Because Jack had let his business slip in the last few months, there were no clients calling and, until early afternoon, no visitors.
It was just after two-thirty that Cindy Botelli heard a knock on the door. As usual, she called out that it was open and looked up from her paperwork to greet the guests with a smile. The smile soon disappeared as the two men entered. Immediately she recognised Paul Lander - Jack's bookmaker - and his associate TJ. Cindy had never really liked either of them. Paul was a large coloured man and TJ, who Paul liked to refer to as his "executive assistant", was Hispanic in origin. Both men leered at her as they entered.
"Hiya Cindy," said Lander. "Ya look as sexy as ever, baby!"
Immediately Cindy was aware that she was still without panties under her skirt and instantly regretted her earlier decision.
"Jack's not here," she replied with a forced, saccharin smile, "He's gone and probably not coming back!" Lander's face dropped, becoming deadly serious.
"So where's the money he owes me, baby? Palmer was in deep with me. Ten grand I want, baby. So where is it?"
Cindy was worried. She knew that Jack liked to gamble, but she had no idea that he owed so much. Surely he couldn't have left her to fend off these animals by herself?
"All he left was a couple of thousand and I've used that to pay bills. You're too late. There's nothing left.
She watched Lander's face change colour. The smile had long since gone and his complexion was turning a deep red. Cindy knew only too well his reputation for intolerance when it came to collecting money owed him.
"Turn the fucking place over, TJ," he said quickly, his anger now at almost boiling point. "There's gotta be something here that's worth some money!"
As if just waiting for this sort of opportunity, the Hispanic man leapt into action. Bookcases were overturned; Jack's old law books and journals spilling onto the threadbare carpet. File cabinets were turned out, desk drawers were ransacked, cupboards were stripped bare.
"I told you there was nothing here." said Cindy, as TJ finally finished his assault on the office. She was trying to brave it out; hands on her hips, pouting sarcastically.
"She's right, boss," said TJ returning to Lander's side. "It's all just crap! There's nothing worth more than a few bucks."
Cindy raised her eyebrow, staring defiantly at the two men. Lander returned her glare, his lips spreading into a wicked, lopsided grin.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that" he laughed, looking Cindy up and down approvingly. "I think there is something here that would at least constitute a down payment," he looked at TJ and smiled again, "wouldn't you say so?"
Both men now looked at Cindy. Both had the same wicked grin spread over their faces. For a moment Cindy was confused. She knew there was nothing in the office that would even get close to covering ten thousand. As she watched the two men leer at her, the truth began to filter through. Surely they couldn't mean?.....not that?.....could they?
Anthony Botelli had risen late that morning, shortly after his wife had left for work. He felt a little guilty. Cindy had practically begged him to make love to her the previous night, but the earlier sex session he had enjoyed with his teenage secretary had left his balls completely drained - there was no way he could have got it up again! He thought back. Wendy, was really more than just a secretary, she was his personal assistant. She was also a complete nymphomaniac. Every day she demanded his attention and the rest of the staff were beginning to notice that the door to his private office was locked a lot more than it used to be. Tony grinned, he didn't care what they thought. Wendy was one amazing fuck. She wanted it almost constantly: in her pussy, up her tight ass (that was one of Tony's favourites), in her mouth. She didn't seem to care, she just wanted more and more of his cock!
Tony had decided to take the day off. Cindy would be at Jack's office all day and a day of peace and quiet was just what he needed to recover and be ready for Wendy tomorrow. He made strong coffee and collected the mail. Cindy had left a half opened pack of Marlboro's on the kitchen table and he lit one up as he sorted through the envelopes. Most were just junk mail. He opened a few credit card statements, glanced at the balances, shuddered slightly when he saw Cindy's and then placed them behind the clock ready for payment. The last envelope was addressed to his wife. It was hand written and bore a postmark that he didn't recognise. Tony tore the envelope open and looked inside for the contents. A brief note accompanied a substantial amount of cash and Tony stared at the money in wonder. There must be at least ten grand here, he thought. He opened the note and read.
Dear Cindy,
I forgot to leave this money when I decided on my little disappearing act. There's eleven thousand in the envelope. Ten of it's for Paul Lander the bookmaker. I lost a bit recently! The rest is for your trouble.
Please give Lander what I owe him - you know how pissed he can get when people
don't pay!
Buy yourself something nice with the rest. I'll be thinking about you!
