*Would you rather be better than you parents or have your children be better than you*
(Monday, one week later)
I walked into the office space where I would meet with my new co-workers. I was rendered a bit concerned by the size of the office complex I entered; it was small. The receptionist was a polite enough woman, maybe twenty five who sent me right back to the conference room. I knocked and stepped inside. What I saw did not impress me.
"Hey Sylvia, let me introduce you to my team. This is Allen Rubin," he indicated a crisply dressed man, around five-six and one-seventy. He had thinning black hair and sharp brown eyes. His demeanor was relaxed and he studied me as I entered. If he found me overly attractive, he did a good job of hiding it. "Allen handles the physical side of our investigations."
"This young lady is Linda Chun," he motioned to a young Asian lady who looked at me in a slightly condescending manner. She had thin black hair down to her ass, slender foxlike features, small breasts and slender hips. She also had an undeniable aura of control and authority about her. "Linda is our Office/Financial Manager. In a way we all work for her," he grinned.
"The last member of our team is Grace Winslow," he indicated an African-American woman, maybe five-ten in height but only one-twenty in weight. Her hair was thick and past her shoulder, her eyebrows were thick and she shot a contemptuous gaze my way. "Grace handles all the technical and computer sides of our operations."
I looked over her situation and didn't like what she saw – four, now five people?
"Is this the entire operation?" I asked. Grace and Linda snorted. Allen shook his head.
"We mostly hire contractors to do our business Sylvia," he chuckled. "Normally we have about forty people on any given assignment."
Now I felt stupid. Of course things had streamlined in the past ten years.
"Allen has a team of about fifteen investigators we trust; any ten of whom we can count on for a project at a time. Grace has around the same number on the computer side of things plus we have a few technical people on retainer for any tech information we might need."
"Linda handles all our central office staff, budgeting and expenses such as legal and regulations. We went to school together and I brought her on when I took over operations. Grace and I also went to school with together but she was a year ahead. When I got out I looked her up and she's been with me ever since."
"Allen dates back from before my time, but he knows people who know people if you know what I mean. If there is a physical problem that needs solving, or secrets uncovered, he's our man. In case you are wondering – no I have no idea where Allen got his experience but most of us think he was with the CIA." Allen smiled at that but withheld comment.
"Everyone, this is Sylvia Westermann. She was once one of the best mediators in North America. She screwed up and has been living in exile for the past decade, but I would like to bring her on as a full-time member," Sebastian suggested to his companions. For me it was an uncertain moment; I had made the assumption that Sebastian was in charge.
"She has my vote," Allen surprised me by speaking up. I didn't know what I had done to win his confidence.
"I think you are doing a good job as mediator Bas. We don't need another full member," Linda stated. Linda clearly didn't like me much. Grace studied the situation for a second.
"I say we let her in," Grace said carefully, "but on a six month basis so we can she is worth the hype. I trust your instincts Bas, but we are talking about a good deal of money here."
"Linda," Sebastian asked, "would a six month probationary period be okay with you?"
"Fine," Linda allowed, but she didn't look pleased.
"Sylvia, you are in. Here is how things work out: I get three shares, everyone else gets two, and the company gets five shares for miscellaneous expenses. Our current project is worth six million. You can figure out what your share will be," he grinned. I didn't have to think about that long.
"Thanks everyone, I won't let you down."
"Okay, I've been gone on vacation; what have we accomplished with Cosgrove Merchant Lines in my absence?" Sebastian began. I sat back and watched as this was the side of the operation I'd never seen before. Usually I got information from another source and seeing it presented in a staff meeting was new.
When the talk finally turned down to auctioning off various properties, I suddenly spoke up and Linda and I instantly locked horns. Sebastian sat back and let the two of us dueled for a while but when Linda called Grace into the conversation, Grace backed my study up and Sebastian accepted my plan. When lunch came Sebastian had to leave for a client meeting so I ended up going out with Linda and Grace – Allen tended to do is own thing.
"So, how did you and Sebastian meet up?" Linda asked. I wasn't sure how answer that.
"I was working in a little town in Kentucky when he came by my office and we hit it off," I sort of told the truth. "We had lunch, talked about my past and he offered me the job."
"Just like that?" Grace said.
"Well, there were some bumps along the road; I was in a rough relationship that Sebastian had to help me with," I answered.
"So what did you wear before you got your new clothes?" Linda said snidely.
"I wore twigs and branches," I shot back. "Do you have a problem with me that I should know about?"
"You are old with a bad reputation," Linda pointed out. "Grace, Bas and I all come from the same school and time period. We've worked to make this company successful. Sure Allen is an integral part, but he's mainly a friend of Bas. You are no one's friend unless you are claiming to be Bas's friend."
"Sebastian, or Bas, believes in me. He thinks people will look past my previous activities to see what I can do now. If you trust his judgment you should believe that I can perform," I countered.
"Are you going to sleep with our clients to seal the deal?" Linda questioned intently.
"What she really wants to know is are you going to sleep with Bas," Grace joked.
I realized I was suddenly on dangerous ground. What kind of relationship storm had I walked into? What was Linda going to do if I came clean?
"We have been sleeping together for the past two weeks," I confessed. Linda looked stunned as did Grace.
"How did that happen?" Grace asked, decidedly curious.
"I made a move on him in a motel room. I kissed him and he kissed me back and one thing led to another," I told them.
"Just like that?" Linda said.
"Pretty much, yes; are you interested in him as well?" I inquired. Linda looked away but Grace intervened.
"Linda has had this crush on Bas for the longest time but outside of work she can't talk to him. Now you show up and you can see why she's upset," Grace explained. I could see the problem too. Linda was smart, but not the people person that Sebastian and I were.
"I have to go," Linda said and she was up and gone before I could say anything.
"Have I screwed things up for all of us?" I asked Grace.
"Nah, Linda is a big girl but now I would consider her more motivated than ever to make Bas her own – just warning you," Grace smiled.
I felt a little sorry for Linda; Sebastian wasn't a man likely to be owned by anyone. He wouldn't lead her on, but he wouldn't change who he was either. That might be a hard pill to swallow. I had ignored that aspect of my relationship with my boss so many years ago and while he had led me on, I should have known better. With age comes wisdom.
(Four weeks later)
I twitched uncomfortably in my seat at the conference table. Last night Sebastian had pounded my whole body fantastically. I had taken his thick cock up my ass until I thought he'd split me in two. It wasn't sex, it was fucking and he'd fucked me until I could no longer sob, no tears would come down my face, and I'd nearly bitten through the pillow I was hanging on to for dear life.
When he finally shot his thick streams of semen into me and let go of my hips I had collapsed nearly lifeless to the bed. A slow trickle of his come dripped down from my ravaged hole, across my pussy and onto the bed. I was too sore to move. It was fucking in its rawest, most physical form and I loved it. If butt-fucking was wrong I didn't want to be right, or so it went.
My thoughts snapped back to the meeting. Linda had outlined to the client and his board of directors what our analysis had revealed and she sat back down. Now Sebastian stood up and I felt his presence permeate the room. God the man had charisma and now he was showing why he led the team.
He showed the members what he had planned for the company, what had to go and who had to be let go. Certain members, the ones about to lose their jobs, tried to belittle his report but Sebastian was ready for them. One was having sex with the President's wife and another with his daughter. After that the rest of the deadwood was doomed by guilt by association. Sebastian had given the bad news. Now it was my turn.
I stood up and outlined what peripheral businesses had to go and how much cash would flow into the company's depleted coffers. I had worked some wonderful deals; things that I was very proud of. One mediation had proven to be difficult; my opposite number knew my reputation. He asked if sleeping with me was part of the package to which I responded that if he came up twenty percent on his offer I would consider it.
Since that would have cost him a million dollars I would have been the most expensive fuck of his life. He paled and backed down and then his sorry ass was mine. I got most of what my client company wanted and I felt I had impressed my fellow teammates with my ability. Just as important, I had proved to myself I still had the skills and the drive to be at the top of my profession.
The president of the company approved our plan and we all went out for drinks. The team was getting paid big time and I suddenly wondered what I was going to do with my newfound wealth. Back in the old days I spent as quickly as I brought it in; tomorrow was another day. I wasn't about to make that mistake again. As the party broke up, Allen came up and pressed a flash drive into my hand. I knew what it was even though I had dreaded getting it.
I went to Sebastian's place; I had been living with him since I had come to LA. I wanted to buy my own place eventually when I had my own money, but the sex was smoking hot and the accommodations didn't suck. Tonight I didn't rush off to the bedroom. I sat at my computer and checked out the information Allen and Grace had found for me.
On it was information on my daughter and ex-husband. He had done well for himself, selling security systems in the Mid-Atlantic States and had gone on to semi-retirement. My daughter had gone on to college, graduated with a statistics degree with honors and was now working at a marketing firm in Philadelphia.
What followed was a little scarier. I had photos of each of them that looked very recent. My husband's internet activities looked to be very mild and unimaginative. My daughter was a bit more expressive and had a boyfriend she communicated with regularly. Then it got even weirder; the report identified two other women the man was seeing besides my daughter including pictures of the couples. How they got this and how legal it was made me queasy.
Sebastian sat down beside me.
"Everything you needed?" he asked.
"How long have you known what I asked them to do?"
"From the beginning; they tell me everything and I knew this was important to you," he answered.
"What do I do?" I found myself wondering.
"I imagine you contact them and let them know you've changed," he told me.
"What if they tell me to fuck off?" I worried.
"Then you will have tried which is a hell of a lot better than never knowing," he lectured me.
I could have called but I opted for e-mail instead. I began typing away:
-Marcy, this is your mother. I would like to talk to you if that is possible. If you like I can give you my number or we can talk through another medium. Please give me another chance.-
-Your mother, Sylvia-
I sent a similar letter to my husband but I had even less hope there. I was too distraught to have sex and Sebastian was sympathetic. In the morning there was a reply from Marcy.
-Fuck off you Bitch. I hope you are rotting in hell. I talked to Dad and he told me you were in some used car lot in Bumfuck Nowhere and I hope you stay there. Don't contact me again.-
I had to try one more time.
