Author's Foreword: Thanks for reading my work again. The BTBers will have a field day with this story: but do I care?
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A real estate investment trust (REIT) is another boondoggle created by legislators in an attempt to correct a previously legislated boondoggle. To comply with restrictive legislation when doing business a very few individuals own just under 50 percent of the outstanding shares, while the investing public own the remainder. The latter earn good dividends on the shares of successful REITs they purchase (when compared to typical common stock purchases).
John Mason was Director of Operations of one of the top twenty REITs. The firm, ABX, owned properties in five states acquired mostly by competitive bid for previously foreclosed home loans, mostly. Banks and certain government entities typically were the sellers.
John was examining the contents of the former Director of Technical Services' workstation of ABX. The Security Guard had escorted the company's former Guru out of the building fifteen minutes earlier. Mason sat logged in to the former employee's workstation. An outside hacker firm that Mason had hired had intercepted her sending ABX documents to a REIT competitor. Mason's examination included inspecting other such deleted files that were communication tracks still resident on the disk drive. His goal was to assess the full damage done to ABX by the errant Tech Guru.
John Mason was 42 and had been with the current and its predecessor company for twenty two years and managed a 130 person staff who did receivables and payables accounting, bid services, compliance, and construction management. Twenty years ago he was a trainee in construction management, right out of college. Today he was fit and over worked and stressed and traveled extensively but was well paid for his efforts.
He met and started dating his wife, Heather, who at the time was a trainee in Bid Services in the seed company, shortly after he started with the same company. They fell madly in love and after twenty years she was still the apple of his eye.
John sat at the workstation printing off certain documents and preparing a report, even though it was passed six o'clock and the office was normally empty at this time. He brought up attachments to emails that were summary bid sheets that had been fetched from bid service employees' computers. He grimaced when observing that ABX bid low by 50 to 100 dollars on a number of packages that totaled in the 7 digits for each package. His head ached and he remembered that he had had no lunch. He finished with that and continued examining the former Guru's computer.
There was a large '?' Icon on the desk top which Mason clicked on. It brought up a live video feed coming from the CEO's private back office. Surprised that he was still in the office, Mason recognized the scene instantly, having been there so many times over the years. The CEO was Jerry Tyler, the only person John had ever met who was without a friend in the world. Tyler sat at his desk reading a report with a frown on his face. Mason plugged earbuds into the computer to silence the computer speakers in case the CEO made a phone call or had a visitor. He then went about his work while the feed played in the background.
Jerry Tyler was an Obese, old school, bull-dog ugly monster who was past 60 years of age now, and looked like he was pushing 80. But he knew Real Estate investment, and how to make money buying and selling properties and had done so successfully for the past 40 years. The price Tyler paid was steep, however, in that he was friendless, childless, and his lower right drawer was full of prescription medicines he took just to stay alive. He also was on his 3rd unsuccessful marriage and one year ago had had a quadruple by-pass heart operation after suffering from heart disease for 30 years.
John's attention was drawn back to the video feed when the sound of the door leading to Tyler's private bathroom opened and John Mason's wife of 20 years, Heather Mason, stepped out naked and smiling. Jerry Tyler ignored her and continued reading. John Mason activated the video capture app and started living the worst nightmare 24-hours of his life at that point.
Heather, John's loving wife, was Jerry Tyler's right hand personal assistant. She was 40, mother of a 19 year old graduate student, fit and knock out beautiful, still. She had worked her way up through ABX's bid services and then accounting and became the Administrative Assistant to Jerry Tyler. Her low 7-digit annual compensation package position required extensive travel with Tyler to bid openings, and negotiations/partying with buying/selling principals and management agencies. Mason had never distrusted her since as Operations Manager he had often approved payment to Escorts who were often hired by ABX to wine and dine principals the company was trying to impress.
As far as the staff was concerned, Heather 'ran' ABX, although she was underpaid and got zero recognition, always being in Tyler's shadow. A 3.99 GPA graduate in accounting, her near photographic memory allowed her to sail through the CPA exams with record scores. In contrast to Jerry Tyler, every single employee was Heather's friend, and most even unconsciously stood up when she entered their office or cubicle.
The live feed shattered John's faith in his loving wife, of course. So he watched the monitor fighting nausea as Heather stopped directly behind Tyler and began gently rubbing his shoulders and neck in the silent room. Tyler ignored his assistant, being so engrossed in the report. He finally put the document aside and turned around and smiled at her, as he pulled her beautiful red lips to his 'frog' like ones and kissed her. It was obvious to John that their tongues were passionately dancing in each others mouth.
The CEO then turned back around and cleared off the center of his huge desk top, and motioned for Heather to move to the desk top. She lay on her back on top of it naked and rested her legs on Tyler's shoulder. He plunged his tongue directly into her pussy. This went on for 15 minutes and the only sounds were grunts and groans of aging mixed with those of Tyler's passion. Neither he nor the woman he was using had yet spoken a single word.
Heather stood up while Tyler stripped to his shorts. She then pulled them down to expose a half-hard, very small penis sticking out at 45-degrees from his big lower belly. She knelt and took his small, nearly limp member into her mouth to pleasure him.
About ten minutes into this pleasuring, the phone rang. Heather immediately stood up. It was on speaker phone and Tyler said, "Hello Traci, I am almost through here."
His wife responded, "Hey Arsehole, have you forgotten that we have a black-tie event where we must make a courtesy show within the next two hours?"
He replied, "I will be leaving in 10 minutes, Dear," and broke the circuit.
Traci Tyler was a former Miss America contestant, now in her mid-30s, and was stunningly beautiful and shapely just as she was as a young beauty contestant. She still caused men to sit down out of embarrassment upon entering a room! More importantly she and her two siblings had each inherited a high eight digit estate from their father - who had made his fortune in commercial farming. Traci had furnished most of the money to fund the set up of ABX from the predecessor company. She had done this with the guidance of her closet lover - that everyone knew about - and real estate attorney. Traci and Counsel later convinced Jerry Tyler to buy a sizable chunk of the newly formed ABX and become its CEO. The trophy wife dearly loathed those days she was forced to come into the office. She had so much more interesting things to do with her days than be in the same office as Jerry Tyler.
