The Agreement Chapter 6

The Agreement Chapter 6

Steve's Revenge: The Aftermath

I don't know how Southerners can drink sweet tea. After almost two and a half years, I still can't drink it. You could probably make a killing as a dentist in Alabama.

No, I prefer my fresh-brewed unsweet tea with lemon and mint over ice, which is what I was drinking as I sat on the beach for the umpteenth time, reading Tina's latest story. Not the whole story; I had bookmarked the paragraphs I was interested in reading.

I never really took an interest in Tina's writing. Mostly because I wasn't interested in the subject matter. I mean, I love sex, but BDSM was never my thing. Hell. I don't know what my thing is. Tina is the only woman I have ever been with.

Yes, I knew she had been with other men at college, and yes, I just looked away. I was happy, and the sex with Tina was incredible. I had other distractions, like school and my studies. I wasn't going to waste my time on something I couldn't control. Tina was going to do whatever Tina wanted to do.

Did I know about this guy, Max, and what Tina was truly into, Pain and Pleasure, all that? No, that side of Tina I had never seen.

Could I be that man now that I understand what she desires? Maybe. I don't know.

I was happy to read that before Ron came along with his 'Agreement,' Tina had not been with another man since we graduated from college. But I can't imagine Tina not having sex or whatever kinky stuff she is into over the past three years since I have been away.

I sat back with my iced tea and started reading.

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The Agreement

By Tina Davis

My dear husband, I'm sorry and hope you will forgive me one day.

Love Tina

Max only cared about himself. I was but a toy for Max's pleasure. "Sir, may I please you?" That was how Max wanted me to greet him. But not just Max. Max would have a friend or two over, and they would share me. Max would send me home to my boyfriend, Steve, when he was done with me.

If it weren't for Steve, who knew nothing about Max, I would have probably dropped out of college and become a toy for Max to play with. Max had this power over me and other women. We were like his pets. He took care of us, and we pleased him. If we were bad, Max would discipline us. Max wasn't abusive. He didn't beat me. Max would spank me while he fingered me to orgasm. Pain and pleasure. Pain and Pleasure. Pain and Pleasure. Max would repeat over and over as he spanked me.

I would sit in my car in front of Max's house. I wanted to be late.

I loved every minute I was with Max. He was like an addiction, and I needed more.

Steve was my safety net. He was always there for me. He let me be me and explore my sexuality. He never gave up on our relationship. I thought it would always be that way.

One of the happiest days in my life was when Steve agreed to take me to New York after we graduated from college. The other was when Steve asked me to marry him. We were so happy together, but there was always something missing.

I loved my life and Steve. Reading and writing erotic stories and fantasizing about a different life kept me happy. An alter ego, or perhaps a life like Walter Mitty.

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was a book we had to read in a college writing class. Walter Mitty was a plain, ordinary man, but he would daydream that he lived a different life.

I wasn't that bad, but I did have some very erotic dreams that I would have enjoyed in real life.

I met a man through work in New York City, for example. I would edit publications for him. Chris, not his real name, was a dominant man like Max. His mannerisms and the way they carried themselves were similar. Watching him and his control over the women caught my interest.

Chris would take me out for a late lunch and always brought one of two different women with him. They would stand by his side and not speak unless spoken to. He was a Dom. They were his Subs. He would make it clear that they were there to please him. Chris was not abusive, as far as I could tell, but at times I might see his women nervous, worrying if they had done something wrong.

Being punished would have excited me.

"I enjoy reading your stories," he had taken me by surprise. "Your erotic stories. I enjoy them." He looked at his sub as he spoke, "Don't we?"

His sub looked at him, looking for his approval to speak. "I very much enjoy your stories. I am...I need..." She couldn't get the words out. "I can relate to the women in your stories. I love to be dominated and controlled by Chris. I love it when Chris makes me do things. Things my husband could never fathom."

Yes, that caught me by surprise, too.

One day, Chris looked at one of his subs and gave her a nod. She slid under the table in the restaurant and started sucking Chris' dick. Chris handed her a napkin once she emerged from under the table.

"She will please you if you like?" Chris said to me with a smile.

I politely declined, but I truly wanted her between my legs.

Chris's other sub wore a vibrating egg once at one of our lunches. Chris would torture her pussy as we sat at the table. He would laugh as she tried to take a sip of water, as she was having an uncontrollable orgasm.

Those evenings I would return home to my husband and beg him to fuck me. Steve hated it when I spoke like that. "Steve fuck me! Fuck me harder. I need to feel you in me."

I started meeting with Chris and his subs regularly. They would let me watch, and I used their experiences in my stories. Chris was like Max, and one afternoon when I stopped in for a visit, Chris had both of his subs over. One of his subs was in trouble.

"I have a surprise for you today, Tina."

I walked into a room that Chris had dedicated to playing with his subs. He had a sub tied to a bench. Bent at the waist, wrists in restraints with arms pulled tight and secured. There was also a strap around her back holding her in place.

"Begin," Chris said to one sub as she spanked the other with a leather strap.

After ten slaps on her ass, I found myself drawn in. I wanted to be both tied in place and the one wielding the leather strap.

I walked up to this woman as she was being spanked. Sub 1, we will call her. Sub 2 stopped as I approached.

Leaning close to Sub 1, I wiped her tears, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered into her ear, "Pain and Pleasure, Pain and Pleasure."

I then started to finger Sub 1. "Begin again," I told Sub 2.

Meeting Chris and his subs, reading, and writing my stories kept me satisfied. But we moved from the city to Westchester. My inner Walter Mitty took over again. I was back to fantasizing about sexual acts and writing them down in my stories.

I would watch porn with Steve. Read erotic stories to Steve. I loved BDSM stories the most. I would read my stories to Steve, too. I wanted to know what Steve was into. "What turns you on, Steve? What would you like to do with me?" I would ask, but I never got the response.

Steve's boss, Ron, was a flirt, and I would flirt right back. I would try to get a rise out of Steve. Maybe Steve would reclaim me. Spank me for being a bad wife. Steve always thought something was going on between Ron and I, but there wasn't.

The day Ron handed me the "Agreement," I read it and wanted to grab a pen and sign on the dotted line. I had to squeeze my thighs together to hold back my orgasm.

Ron's Pleasure Bench, as he called it, was my favorite. He would strap me helplessly in various positions for his pleasure. I was helpless. Ron would use toy after toy on me. Bring me to the point of orgasm and stop. He would leave me there for what felt like an eternity. I was begging him for more. He would tease me repeatedly.

"Beg me to fuck you," Ron would say. And I would obey.

That was Ron's fetish. He got off on edging women, pleasure, and denial.

Clare was sadistic. I enjoy a nice spanking every so often, but Clare was abusive. She loved to hang me upside down and pull my face to her pussy. While I pleasured Clare, she would abuse my pussy and ass with a leather strap.

Ron would return to the room, and I would sometimes be in tears. Ron would comfort me. 'Pain and Pleasure. Pain and Pleasure,' I would remember Max's words. That was how I was able to make it through Clare's abuse.

Don't get me wrong. I loved every second I was with Clare. I shocked Clare the first time I told her to hit me harder. "But don't leave any marks that my husband will see," I begged.

I tried to convince my husband that I was doing this for us. I was doing it to keep Steve out of jail. I wasn't. This was all about me. It was all about what I was missing from my life. But as much as I loved being dominated by Ron and Clare, I wanted Steve to be the one to dominate me.

I should mention that Carol, Ron's ex-wife, had an Agreement with Ron. She would dominate me along with Ron, do as Ron requested of her, and in return, Ron would spend less time with Clare. I don't think Carol knew, but Clare was still coming to the house. I kept my mouth shut. I loved Carol. She was a great friend, but I needed Clare more.

Steve was gentle and kind. On occasion, I could get Steve going. I could see he was getting excited and fucking me a little harder than normal. "Pull my hair, Steve, spank me!" I would encourage him. I loved it when I could get Steve to be more aggressive and adventurous. But Steve would stop, thinking my sounds of pleasure and joy were sounds of pain, and ask me if he was hurting me.

I felt Steve pulling away from me. I thought he just needed time, and he would accept the predicament we were in. Accepting that I was having sex with someone else. I was hoping he would be accepting as he was when we were in college. I was wrong. Steve warned me he would not be here when I returned from the Bahamas trip, and he wasn't.

There was no second-guessing myself; I wanted my husband back. Monday morning, I gave Ron the check for $750,000 to buy me out of the Agreement. Steve had figured it all out and left me to make the right decision, and I did. But Steve was gone, and finding Steve would be difficult.

"Steve's gone. All he left me was this letter." I handed it to Ron.

Ron had a smile on his face. "Steve left me, too. I came to work this morning to find a stack of files. But you know Steve. He left the files organized so anyone could pick up a file and continue.

Ron looked at the check. "Are you sure you want to buy yourself out of the Agreement? Steve's already left you."

"Yes, it's time for me to return to my life with Steve."

"Your boring vanilla life?" More a statement than a question, "What about the other $750,000?" Ron asked.

"I was yours and Clare's toy for six months. I earned that money," I responded with a smile.

The Trial

I called Steve Rain Man for a reason. Steve doesn't give up. He's like a bloodhound tracking a scent. This sent led to more than Steve had bargained on.

It didn't take Steve long to figure out where the missing 1.5 million went. Steve could have bought me out of the Agreement sooner. But there was more to be discovered. Steve has a kink, just like I do.

My kink is sexual. Steve's kink is problem-solving. He can't give up. If there is a problem-solving gene, Steve had too many of them. There's a disorder for everything nowadays, there must be one for what Steve has. He let me get fucked by another man so he could solve whatever problem was driving him crazy.

Yes, driving him crazy. Forget that he was unhappy with me. There was more to it.

Over the six months that I was under the Agreement with Ron, Steve was taking trips to Pennsylvania. Steve said he was doing an audit.

Pennsylvania! Who would think drug smuggling and money laundering would be going on in Pennsylvania? Steve would, that's who.

Steve learned that a company, Entertainment LP, which owned strip bars and car washes throughout Pennsylvania, was laundering money. Even after Steve left me and quit his job, he was still "working the case." To Steve, it was still a problem that needed to be solved.

Steve drove off in his RV to who knows where. On his way, he made a few stops. He was visiting mattress showrooms in Pennsylvania.

I know, what the hell are you talking about, Tina?

Steve learned from the strippers he interviewed, as part of an IRS audit, that Entertainment LP also owned a mattress distribution warehouse.

Did you ever think, 'How do those little mattress showroom companies make money?' People go into the showroom, lie on a mattress, but never order through the store. If you're like me, you find the same mattress online for less.

Entertainment LP's drug distribution was getting too large to hide money in strip clubs and carwashes, so they used the next best thing, mattress showrooms. Lie on a bed and bounce up and down a few times on the mattress, but the mattress isn't what they are ordering.

In Pennsylvania, you go into a showroom owned by Entertainment LP, order a mattress, and the warehouse delivers a cocaine-filled mattress or a pillow for small quantities. The cocaine is shipped to buyers all over the tri-state area.

Which cartel was the cocaine coming from, or was the cocaine produced in some Amish family's Barn? I don't know.

But I do know who the accountant was behind the scenes, offering tax advice, filing tax returns, and providing investment opportunities? Tyrone Freely of Audit and Recovery Services, Ron's company.

Before we go any further, let's talk about the arrest that took place at Ron's house and Fox News.

It was about six months after Steve left me and quit work. I watched it on the news. Fox had footage of a party in Ron's backyard. The guests included two City Council members, one of whom was Bill Blackman, and a judge, a senator, and several police officers. They were also the regulars that I remember seeing. There were others, probably Clare's friends, faces I didn't recognize.

They were all over the news now. Most of them were naked. Some of the guests, both men and women, were wearing some form of collar or other restraints.

As you can imagine, reputations would be ruined.

Ron, Jill, Carl, and City Councilman Bill Blackman were arrested while Fox News had video rolling. Ron's business partner, Tyrone Freely, was not at the party but was also arrested. Over the next few weeks, more arrests were made. Somehow, all connected to something.

It took months before we learned what was going on. Ron, Tyrone, and Bill Blackman were considered flight risks, and bail was denied.

Jill and Carl were being charged with something different and were released on a combined $200,000 bond.

City Councilman Bill Blackman was providing Jill and Carl with information on all the potential projects the town and city were proposing. More importantly, the location of the sites chosen for the "New Virtualization Project."

Carl was paying Bill Blackman for the site lists. Property Investors LP was paying pennies on the dollar to purchase abandoned lots or rental properties and evicting the tenants.

Property Investors LP, the business owned by Ron, Jill, and Carl, had to pay a $250,000 fine.

Jill got off scot-free. Since Carl and Jill had kids, Carl took all the blame. Under oath, Carl swore that Jill had not been involved. Bill Blackman confirmed this to be true as well.

Carl and Bill threw Ron under the bus, saying he knew everything and was making payments to Bill.

I hadn't seen or heard from Steve until the hearing against Property Investors LP. It was more the sentencing since Carl, Bill Blackman, and, reluctantly, Ron pleaded guilty. But Steve was there to give testimony, if needed.

Steve looked different. Steve had put on some weight and muscle. His shoulders were broader, and he stood taller, too. He had a look of confidence that I had not seen before. Or maybe I just never noticed this side of Steve.

I learned Steve was under a witness protection program. That's why he left me. At least that's what I told myself.

After the hearing, the FBI took Steve away before I had a chance to talk to him.

I'm still not sure how Steve figured all this out. But there was one more connection. Bill Blackman and his cousin Frank Blackman owned Entertainment LP.

Tyrone Freely had filed all the legal documents with the IRS and the Pennsylvania Secretary of State to establish Entertainment LP as a business.

Bill said that he thought Entertainment LP was a legitimate business and filed tax returns. "I asked my cousin if he would make me a partner of the business, a general partner holding a minor stake in the business, and yes, it was for the sole purpose of filtering a few dollars through the business and I would receive the money in the form of a distribution from the company's profits."

It was not a few dollars. Carl had nothing to lose, so he testified that over three years, he had paid Bill millions for this information.

Bill Blackman was sentenced to one year in prison. The court believed his story that he knew nothing about any other illegal activities that his cousin may have been involved in.

He stressed, "May have been involved in."

Carl and Ron were sentenced to six months. Carl and Bill would be spending time together at the Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) in Danbury, Connecticut. It is essentially a country club for non-violent offenders.

Ron would also be joining them for six months while he was awaiting the money laundering trial.

I never got a chance to talk to Steve or any idea where the FBI was hiding him, pending the money laundering case they were building against Entertainment LP, Frank Blackman, Audit and Recovery Services, Ron, and Tyrone Freely.

Frank Blackman, I have been told, is under witness protection for his safety. The FBI thinks there may be a hit out on him.

Now, I'm not as smart as my husband, but I do have a few questions. And it will all come out in the next trial. But if Ron were involved with Tyrone in a money smuggling scheme, why would he send Steve on a wild goose chase to find a missing 1.5 million? And why allow Steve access to the company's client files, financial documents, etc.?

Epilogue

I'm not sure who Tina's source was, but she did a pretty good job piecing this all together and my activities. There were some parts that she wasn't aware of.

For example, there was no mention of Jimmy in the accounting and finance department. Tyler paid Jimmy to transfer 1.5 million from Ron's balance sheet to his (i.e., the missing 1.5 million), which was a simple journal entry.

Tyler wanted me fired or in jail to keep me away from the pending audits of the companies owned by Entertainment LP. Ron wasn't aware of Tyler's plans.

Tina also didn't mention Ron giving Jimmy Giant's box seats for putting 1.5 million of his own money into the company's balance sheet.

Tina also didn't mention the bonus I gave myself. Ron had granted me access to all client files, and Accounting & Finance to assist me in finding the missing 1.5 million. Initiating a bonus for myself was easy.