AUTHOR'S NOTE - This story is partly fantasy, partly true. For best effect, read parts 1-5 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman and much of the character reflects the true woman. If you are curious about Sethy's or Linda's looks, message me.
All characters in this story are twenty-one or older. This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author.
Sethy - Part Six - The Deal
I had checked into a room at the Las Palmas at about noon. Of course, I didn't need another room since I was still in my room at the South Park with Sethy, but I did need this room here for what I had planned. I brought a few things over with me so the room would look occupied. I spoke to the people at the front desk so if I needed someone I would know who to call. This also gave them a chance to remember me. Then I walked over to the entrance to the Thai Lanna which was off the hotel lobby. I spoke to the hostess there, who was not nearly as charming as Celia at the PCR Nantehlik, and reserved a secluded table for 1:30. I took the elevator up to my room and sent Sethy a text. "Everything is all set dear. I'll do a little work here before going downstairs at 1:20 to wait for Linda."
Sethy quickly texted back, "OK Rod. Good luck darling. I hope that everything goes smoothly and according to your plan. Don't forget your girl." She followed that by sending another photo of her. This was another one taken outside when we had been out on a walk and I just got the urge to see her luscious tits. Sethy was happy to accommodate. Flashing in public I had learned was something that made her really hot and wet.
At 1:20 I was sitting at my table at the Thai Lanna. Five or six other tables were still occupied but more than half of the dining room had emptied out after the lunch rush. I was pleased that the hostess had been able to seat the other guests a fair distance from my table. She had done well, but could not hold a candle to Celia in terms of looks or service. Celia was an intriguing young woman. I was thinking of her pretty eyes and bright smile when I heard heels on the wooden floor approaching. I looked up; it was Linda.
"Linda. So good to see you again." Rather than kissing her hand, I gave her a kiss on both checks Micronesian style. That brought a smile to her lips.
"Hi Rod. I'm happy to see you again. To be honest, I thought 1:30 would never come. I've been looking forward to lunch all morning," she replied.
We sat down and ordered and soon lunch was served. "Business first, Linda," I said looking across the table at her. "You had a chance to consider the offer I made to you last night. Are you interested?" I asked looking directly into her eyes. If there was hesitation or bullshit, I wanted to be able to see it in her eyes.
She smiled and replied, "I'm very interested."
I continued, "I told you the four requirements I have of my partners. Those are non-negotiable. Before you answer, let me say that your trustworthiness is paramount. Can you fulfill all four?"
She got serious and responded, "Yes, I have signing authority on our company's operating account. I can pay invoices and issue receipts. That's what you require, right, Rod?"
I replied, "Yes, that's right. I send you the money and my invoice. You use the money I sent to you to pay my invoice within 24 hours of the time that I send you the invoice and the money. The amount of my invoice will be 95% of the money I send to you. You keep the remaining 5%. You are good with that?"
"I'm good with that, Rod. I'm very good," she smiled. We chatted about this and that. She asked about places I had visited and done work in. I asked her about her work, her office and the people she worked with in addition to other things. It was a delightful meal. We finished and I paid for the check.
"Let's go up to my room so I can execute the transaction. As I mentioned previously, I work through an encrypted server when I make corporate transfers, not off my phone. One last thing, Linda, before we proceed. There would likely be tax implications for your company if the Pohnpei Tax Department were to find out about these transactions. Are you comfortable with that? Could you manage that?" I wanted to be sure there were no hiccups.
Linda looked me in the eyes and said, "Yes, it won't be a problem. I have a very good relationship with the General Manager and the CFO of our company. I don't know people in the Tax Department, but I can be very persuasive when I need to be." She had a sly smile on her face which said it all. As I looked at her I thought about what she said. I imagined some poor 30-40 year-old bureaucrat accountant working behind a desk all day in the Tax Department trying to manage Linda in a tax dispute. He wouldn't have a chance - she would eat him alive.
It was a little awkward in the elevator going up to my floor. Linda was leaning provocatively against the wall near me. I think she expected me to make my move. But I had to be very careful here. I needed to stick to my plan and stay in control of the situation. The elevator opened and I waited as Linda stepped out, then she followed me down the hall to my room. The room key worked like a charm and in we went.
I walked over to my laptop on the desk, opened it and entered my password. Linda sat near me on the edge of the bed. She gave me the bank name and number, the SWIFT code and account number and I went to work. It took only a few minutes to prepare the transaction. I looked over to Linda and asked, just to confirm, "OK, Linda, last chance. You are in?"
She replied, "I'm in. All in." Her eyes were bright. She was ready.
I hit ENTER to execute the trade. "OK done. I sent $9550 and an invoice - For professional financial consultative services rendered. You refer to the invoice number and send $9000 back to this account by 4pm our time tomorrow. Don't be late. Don't even think about not sending the $9000 back." I continued and looked at her dead in the eyes, "So far, two young people tried to do that. Unfortunate. They just disappeared one day. Nobody is sure where they are or what happened to them." I handed a card to Linda with the account information for her to remit the payment to tomorrow. "Keep that information in a very safe place. It goes without saying that it is very confidential." The direct and long eye contact I made with Linda made it clear that this was serious business and she needed to understand that.
I walked over to the small table in the corner. A tray was on the table and on the tray was a wine bucket with a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes. I handed Linda a glass, popped the cork, poured her a glass, then filled my own. I looked at Linda and raised my glass, "To a long and prosperous relationship." Linda replied, "Yes. Long and prosperous," and we clinked our glasses. The champagne felt good as it hit the back of my throat. We chatted a bit about what she would do with the money that she would be making. She liked to travel and told me that she enjoyed shopping and nice hotels, like this one. The money would be handy. She drained her glass quickly and I refilled it and topped up mine. She asked me about my clients. "Ah ah ah," I responded. "I will not talk about my clients. They value their privacy. I will ask you never to inquire about my clients again," and I gave her a long look to reinforce the message.
It was not long before Linda's glass was almost empty again. I refilled it. I picked up my glass again and looked at her. "To you, Linda," and raised it in salute. Linda looked up at me, raised her glass and responded "To you, Rod." Her smile said it all.
"Linda, when you complete those tasks you have earned $550. That money is yours. if you want to be a trusted associate of mine and make more money, I have other personal interests beyond these business interests and two requirements of you if you want to continue these transactions." Linda looked up at me and said nothing, so I continued. "First, all my trusted associates in various locations are attractive women, similar to you. I enjoy taking photographs of all my trusted associates. Intimate photographs. Video too. The photos and video will belong to me and I can do whatever I want with them. "
"Intimate?" Linda asked. "How intimate?"
"Very intimate. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to leave now," I replied and looked directly into her eyes. She said nothing and looked back at me.
I took that as a yes. I walked to my suitcase to get my camera. "Take off your clothes Linda. Put them over here on the table."
