It was fraud, of course. And it was discovered in the same way fraud is always uncovered - by accident. I'd found it, and it wasn't even my department. I was in computing, but when I stumbled across the old spreadsheet even my untutored eye couldn't miss it.
I knew who. It surprised me, because she'd been at the company for about twenty years. Eileen Romford. Credit controller. Stuck-up old bitch who tut-tutted when she caught me taking a few sheets of copier paper. Well, I thought grimly, eighteen thousand pounds over three years amounted to a damn sight more than a few sheets of A4.
I was on my way to the accounts managers office to reveal all, and enjoy doing it, but fate gave me another option. I rounded the corridor corner, only to walk straight into guess who. Collision course ; her papers all over the floor.
" Why don't you watch where you're going!" she snapped.
It was that moment of her bending down that dictated what I did next. I looked at her intently. Eileen was probably fifty-ish. Quite small framed, plain features with a nose that was almost, but not quite, hooked. Short brown-red hair, obviously coloured to disguise the grey. Not a looker, by any stretch of the imagination, but , well.....I don't know. As she squatted down picking the papers up I could see her calf muscles straining against her high heels. Black high heels. I've always been a sucker for black high heels.
" Eileen, could I have a word? "
" What? " she said shortly, not looking up ; she only dispensed politeness to those of managerial status.
" Erm....perhaps we could use Simon's office?" Simon was away skiing for a week.
She sighed impatiently, but flounced the five yards to his office with me following.
" Well? " she said as I closed the door.
Silently, I handed her the spreadsheet, then stood and watched with satisfaction as horror and panic drained the colour from her perfectly made-up face.
" I...I..." she stammered. " Its...."
" Its a lot. " I said, shortly. Then I reached for the phone. " I think Anton would like to see this, don't you? "
" Please..." she said, laying her well manicured hand on my arm. " No....I......."
" You'll what? You'll do anything? Oh yes, " I sneered. " In three minutes time I'm going to dial Anton's extension. "
Eileen shook her head, horrified.
" No! We'll be ruined...my husband's a magistrate..."
" So. Just what will you do?"
She looked at me, uncertain. I grinned, lewdly.
My eyes bored into hers. I leant backwards against the desk, savouring the moment.
" Get on your knees, you fucking bitch, take my cock out and suck it until you swallow my spunk." I looked at my watch. " You've got two and a half minutes."
" What!...." she whispered incredulously " But I....I'm...."
" Old enough to be my mother. Yeah, I know....Shocking. Two minutes."
She looked round wildly. Fuck this, I thought, and punched in Anton's number.
" Hello?... Anton? "
Eileen gasped and grabbed me, tugging at my trousers as she dropped in front of me.
" Yeah, it's James from computing......"
She fumbled and freed my erection and hesitated, holding it gingerly in her hands, looking up pleadingly.
" I've got some sheets here...."
That was as far as I got . Eileen panicingly rammed her mouth down on my cock. I slammed the phone down.
" Now suck it you bitch! " I snarled.
Eileen desperately worked her mouth up and down. I could tell it was a long time since she'd done this to her husband. She had no finesse, but the eroticism of having an older woman knelt before me sucking me off was incredible.
" Yeah, that's it.....deep down. Take it. Oh yeah... How old are you, Eileen? "
She gasped for air. " Fifty-two.....I'm fifty-two..."
I pushed my cock back into her mouth, roughly.
" I'm only twenty-two, Mrs Romford. How does it feel sucking a twenty-two year old's cock? I'm young enough to be your son. How does it feel having your son's cock in your mouth, Eileen? " I had no idea if she had a son or not, but she stiffened and moaned helplessly as I held her bobbing head.
