Prologue
It was high noon in the small town in Oregon. The sun was beating down on empty streets. There was a trickle of traffic. Everyone was probably in the shade somewhere, sipping a cool drink.
Joey's diner, a small, cozy, place was sparsely populated. Joey, the owner and Bartender was behind the bar, wiping glasses. Two men sat at a table, both wearing suits. The first was Rick, a handsome blond in his mid thirties. The other was a stocky, bearded man in his fifties. He was Andrew, the District Attorney. Rick was toying with his glass of whiskey. Andrew was pissed.
"Goddammit Ricky-boy! How the hell can you commit check fraud? That's a fucking federal offense. You wanna go to jail?" He sneered, like he wanted to smack him.
"I will have the checks covered by the end of the month! I swear Andy. Please, just give me a chance," Rick whined.
"Listen boy, we are talking incarceration here. Now I was your old man's friend. So I am stalling things a bit. But there is only so much I can do boy. You don't sort this mess out in 2 weeks, you are going to the clink, buddy," he said emphatically, downed his glass, and stood up. "Sort that shit out fast, pardner!"
Andrew dropped a note on the table, patted Rick's shoulder, picked up his briefcase and walked out. Rick looked like a hunted, desperate man. He nursed his drink, looking after Andrew. Then he downed his glass fast. He looked at the note Andrew had left. Shrugging, he pulled out his wallet, took out a few coins, laid them on the table and pocketed the note in. The bartender saw this and sneered, thinking, "What a cheap skate and an asshole."
Chapter 1
As Rick got into his beat up car, he cursed the bad luck of the last years that had brought him into his miserable situation, where he, a thirty five year old man, was facing jail. Hell, there was just no way he could pay back the money.
Rick blamed the world, but truth be told, he was responsible for his own mess. Rick had always been a big talking, kind of shit-for-brains young man with ambitions to get rich. Where as some people had noble causes to desire wealth, Rick lusted after the fast life; fast cars, fast women, and the envy and admiration of his peers.
Though of average intelligence, Rick had always managed to get by quite well on his looks, charisma and wit. He was a tall, handsome fellow, with short, blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled with an intelligence that he didn't possess He had broad shoulders, a deep chest and an athletic body. He knew how to charm and flatter people, especially women, and make them feel like they were special to him. Then he would use them to his advantage.
Rick studied business and then worked for a big distribution firm named Jerry's for 5 years. The young blond never quite made it far up the ladder in the company. He might have fooled some people some of the time, but one old hound was on to him, and that was Old Jeremiah, the company owner. Jeremiah was someone who knew the hearts of men, and he realized that Rick was just an ass licker; all charm, all talk but little substance. Therefore, he black listed the blond.
Rick was very frustrated when he was passed for promotion, yet again. He was mad at Liza, his 54 year old department head. She had reassured him so often that he would get it this time, during the nights he spent wither, helping her live out her kinky fantasies. It was something he had done many times, charming women, seducing them, getting what he was after, be it cash or something else that gave him an advantage, and then ditching them when he didn't need them.
Liza was so kinky however, it surprised him. She was into getting her mature, married pussy licked out thoroughly, and she liked to sit on his face and feed him her ass. She had surprising stamina for a woman her age and she use his young, handsome body for her own pleasure, leaving him wrecked and worn out.
So Rick was real pissed when she failed to deliver. He started talking that, "You used me, you slut!" shit to her.
Liza got pissed off with him finally and told him she had done her best, but Jeremiah would never promote him until he changed his ways, stopped using his charm and body, and started using his brains and working hard.
"I know it might sound strange, but could you stop thinking with your dick for a change!"
Rick changed his strategy, calmed her down, let her use him. Then he asked if he could have a soft loan, of 100K. She looked and she laughed and she smacked his firm, taut ass. Then she said she could lend him 50 bucks for gas, but that was it. For Rick, this was like small change pimping. He started making plans to black mail her. When he tried, she laughed and said her husband had been made impotent by an accident and had no problems with her messing around with pretty, young studs.
Rick was dating a girl named Gayle. She was just his type of woman, tall, slim, blond and pretty. She was kind of shallow, the type of woman that is there to be seen, but not be heard. Back in high school, she had always come up short with the books, but had never been short on looks. Rick loved to be seen with her. And he loved to decorate her with jewels and diamonds and sexy clothes, put her on his elbow, drive her around in his fancy car, to fancy places, and then take her home, unwrap her like a Christmas gift and worship her slim, blond body.
However, she was a high maintenance broad and she was burning a hole in his wallet. And he had been spending too much anyway, already banking on the pay rise he would get in lieu with the promotion. The promotion that never was.
Rick knew he had to find a way of making more money soon. He said it was about time he set up his own company and showed them all. He would put Jerry's out of business. Gayle was sipping imported sparkling wine and toying with his cock, telling him she believed in him and supported him all the way. As he told her his big plans, she was nodding and moaning, from between his thighs, sucking his dick nice and slow, just how she liked it.
Not that Gayle understood most of what he said or cared one way or the other. If Rick was successful, that meant more money for her. She would marry him and have a couple of kids, so that when they divorced, she would be insured of a lot of money. If he failed, well, tough luck. He would have to get out of her life. She was fond of him, he was handsome and could make love, and she loved the way he worshiped her and lavished her with gifts, expensive gifts that made her feel good. But if he was broke, she could stand that, broke men (and that included anybody not in the high tax bracket) upset her and fouled up her mood. There were several other rich men in town with money. She would find herself one or the other, married or single, it didn't matter. In fact, married men were the best. All they wanted was a sexy, hot little blond play thing, way under forty, saying, "All I need is a man to support me."
Drunk on his ego, self overestimation and greed for money he was sure he would make, Rick went to work, told Old Jeremiah and Liza, "Fuck you!", quit his job and set up his own company. He managed to sweet talk and steal several clients from his old firm. However, three problems led to his ruin; first, he was spending more time partying with Gayle than working, and second, he was not as good as he thought, but was too stingy to employ someone else, and third, he was always trying to cut corners and cheat clients and everyone else he worked with.
His debts started piling up and clients left him. Money got tight. He tried to borrow some money from Gayle and she looked, and she laughed and she kicked his ass, all the way out of the door.
In fact, the only good thing to come out of his company was that he met Pam.
And it was Pam he was thinking of as he drove to his office. Pam always knew what to do. But she would freak out, if she found out that he had been issuing rubber checks behind her back. For he had not spent the money on or with her. Hell, he had always told gullible, loving Pam that he was going on business, around the state, but instead had caught flights to places like Vegas, gambling, visiting and big spending in tit bars, partying with foxy women, basically, living the life he so desired, the life of a dashing, handsome, wealthy, young man.
Rick started thinking fast, for he had to come up with some lies. Pam really believed in him. He did not want to disappoint her. Or piss her off.
Chapter 2
