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Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1, 2 & 3 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) Read on... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can.
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"Ashton, that's just unreasonable," said Jenkins thumping the table.
Jenkins was selling his payroll software company, but Ashton's company was the only one interested. That meant he could keep the buying price low.
Real low.
"Look, Mr. Jenkins," he said. "I'm willing to take your company off your hands. You own all the stock so are you telling me that fifteen million dollars is not enough of a retirement fund?"
There was a knock at the door.
Mrs. Carson came in with a trolley containing tea and coffee and a platter full of sandwiches.
"Sir," she said. "Here's lunch. You need to keep your strength up."
Her tanned calves came out from under her skirt and her face was immaculately made up. She had let her blond hair down today and it hung in soft little ringlets. For a woman of sixty, she put most thirty year olds to shame.
Strength up? For what?
Shit.
He'd done really well for the past three days.
Ok, if I don't count the one in the broom closet yesterday, but....
"Thank you, Mrs. Carson," he said.
She placed the trays on the table. Then she went to the cupboards and took out some cups, plates, cutlery and napkins. She laid them out for the two men and then walked to the door.
"Is there anything else you need, sir?" she asked.
"No, that's fine thank you," said Ashton.
She went out the door and closed it.
Jenkins turned to him. He had a lascivious look on his face. Ashton figured he was around sixty five. To a sex starved old man, his mother in law would be a sex goddess.
"Shit, man," he said. "Fifteen million would be a fair price if I could hire her."
"Hey, Mr. Jenkins, that's my mother in law you're talking about there."
Of course, he neglected to mention that his mother in law sucked cock like a pro. Fuck, she sucked cock like no one else he'd ever met.
But not his.
Not anymore.
"Oh, sorry son," said Jenkins, "I didn't mean anything by it. I apologise. But you have to admit for a woman of her age, she looks damn fine. Damn, those legs...."
Damn fine for a woman her age? thought Ashton. For a woman of any age she looked damn fine. And it wasn't only her looks that made her damn fine.
He wouldn't know about that anymore.
He had a tinge of regret, but it was over.
Finally.
It was for the best.
He had the memories. They were enough.
No more.
Ever.
The men had their lunch. Ashton finally agreed to seventeen million for Jenkins' company. It was still ten million below what it was worth, but when he factored in the GFC, the old man had to be content with that. It was still a good price.
At the end of the meeting, they stood up and shook hands. Ashton walked Jenkins to the door and opened it. One of the young accountants was walking past.
"Hi Amy," he said. "Could you please show Mr. Jenkins out?"
"Yes, sir, happy to help" said Amy and she took the older man towards the elevators.
Ashton closed the door to his office and went back to his desk.
There was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" he called out.
The door opened and Mrs. Carson walked in. She turned, shut the door and locked it.
Shit.
He gulped.
Fuck, she looked hot.
But it's over. She's your mother in law.
"Well," she said. "What was the final price?"
"Seventeen million," he said. He could feel his ears getting warm and he had to loosen his collar a little. Her skirt was down to her knees, but it was tight and those calves, those high heels....
He was getting hard.
No!
Stop it.
It's over.
She walked across to the other side of his desk and rested her perfectly manicured hands on it. The clear polish gleamed and she kept them fairly short, just the way he liked them when she was stroking his balls....
Stop it!
She's just asking about the deal.
Of course she is.
"I think we may need a little celebration," she said. Her voice was soft and husky and the smile on her face suggested....
Shit. She wasn't asking about the deal.
She only ever wanted one thing.
And it wasn't deals.
"Um....er....I guess, yeah," he stammered. "Why not? The champagne's in the small fridge behind you. We could have a little drink, couldn't we?"
