Quaranteam Profit Motive

This is a one-off story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. My thanks to him and the QT writers room for their input and support.

I also want to thank everyone who left all the very kind, positive comments on my previous work. They've really made me feel like I might not be as hopeless at this as I think I am.

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His name was "Sir Maurice Alistair Hareington-York, the Baron Dauntsey, KBE, BSc (Hons), MA (Hons)" and he was exactly the sort of man who would use every letter of it. It would be on very expensive linen business cards if he had any. Sir Maurice didn't have cards because anyone who wanted to do business with him already knew exactly who he was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your... err... meeting... Sir Maurice," his new receptionist was already unhappy at his insistence on being in the office despite quarantine restrictions and she was quite certain that she wasn't getting paid enough to have to see what he did in that office so she kept her eyes firmly on his face as she approached his desk. He was fifty this year, classically handsome with just a little salt at his temples, he smiled a lot but it never touched his eyes. Most people who had extensive dealings with him would have described him as not entirely human, if they had dared to describe him at all. His reputation was such that most of his business contacts would also know to keep their opinions to themselves.

"It's fine Linda," he replied lazily. "What's the problem?"

"There's a Miss Santiago here for you, she says it's urgent and she needs to see you before your deposition," she glanced at her watch, "which, legal have called again to remind you, is in 30 minutes."

"I haven't forgotten, Linda," he sighed. "You'd better show her in."

"Now?" She couldn't help it, her eyes flicked down.

"Yes please, Linda," he smiled his perfect, lizard smile and watched her arse as she walked back to the door. "Tell legal I'll be online for the deposition in a few minutes. I can't imagine why they assume I've forgotten them."

"Yes sir." She turned back as she reached the door, her face flushed. "Oh, and your wife called. She wants to talk to you about the timescale for renovations on your Suffolk property."

"I'll get back to her when I'm finished here, thank you Linda." As she closed the door, he looked down at the beautiful young woman in the lacy, red lingerie with his cock in her mouth. "Sounds like we're going to have to wrap this up." She didn't stop, or acknowledge what he had said, but she did shift her weight and brace herself for what she knew was coming. He rested his hand on the back of her head as it bobbed up and down his shaft. Slowly curling his fingers around her blonde ponytail he took control and suddenly stopped her movement with just his very tip between her lips. The handcuffs holding her arms behind her back left her barely able to balance the sudden change so she winced in pain when he pulled her back by her hair so she had to look up at him. He gazed down, past her beautiful twenty three year old face, to admire her perfect cleavage before he pushed her mouth back down over his dick. Forcing himself to the back of her throat until she gagged, he held her there for a long moment before letting her pull up for breath. He shifted forward in his big leather chair and held her still with his thighs as he began to roughly facefuck her.

He grunted as he came. Holding her right down, her nose against his belly, so his cum shot directly down her throat. She spasmed and shook as she choked. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned as much as she could, her own obvious orgasm blending with the panic of suffocation. When he let go of her head she fell backwards gasping desperately. Unable to lie flat on her back, she rolled onto her side and lay on the floor of the office breathing hard. A pair of cheap looking running shoes stepped into her view and she turned to look up through the tears in her eyes.

"Why don't you let me get that for you?" The owner of the soft, spanish accented voice leaned down and released the cuffs. Free to roll onto her back, the girl used one hand to wipe her eyes and the other went straight into her knickers.

"If you're going to keep at it, Katie, don't squirt on my carpet again." Maurice said as he zipped his trousers. "Go clean yourself up, we've got a court date this afternoon when I'm done with the lawyers. It's not going to be pretty."

"Speaking of lawyers," the new arrival began, passing him a tablet as she took a seat across the desk from him, "this should help get rid of the Yousufzai problem." She was an attractive, slender Venezuelan woman in her late thirties. Rosa dressed like a penniless student which irked him a little when he knew how much he'd paid her over the last decade that she'd worked for him, but he knew how to appreciate talent and she was even better at her job than she was in bed, which was an impressive feat. He tore his eyes away from her tight, ripped jeans and read the file on the tablet.

"Hidden illegal cousins?" His smile finally showed some emotion. Assuming hunger counted as an emotion. "They actually thought they could climb on their moral high horses and threaten me with the court of public opinion while this was lurking in their background? How simply marvellous." He tapped out a message on the tablet, attached the file she had prepared and fired it off to legal. "Excellent as always, I knew I could count on you Rosa dear." The South American beauty took a series of exaggerated bows while not bothering to stand.

"What does that do for the Stockport acquisition?" He asked.

"I gave Fletcher a heads up that the last roadblock would be gone shortly. He'll be up there this evening with contracts for the holdouts. Once they see the Yousufzais folding he'll have them all out by the end of the week."

"It'll do," he went back to the tablet and rattled out another message before he handed it back to her. "They've cost me nearly two weeks. I want their damn corner shop flattened before their car even gets to the end of the street."

They took the time to update on a list of unrelated business items while they waited. Katie returned from the toilet looking more composed and dressed in an expensively tailored suit somewhat more appropriately for her public role as his driver and bodyguard. She had just taken her customary seat in the corner of the office when Linda knocked again and poked her head around the door to let him know that legal had cancelled the deposition; the plaintiffs were withdrawing the case.

"That took longer than I anticipated," he said, "they must have seriously considered pushing ahead."

"Their father opened that shop fifty years ago. People do strange things for family," Rosa answered.

"People should get their priorities straight," he said, scowling at his phone. "Ok Katie, we'd better get going. The court appearance is just a formality now but we'll have to pick Julie up along the way. Then I need to be in Manchester before Margot's head explodes; she's going to be insufferable enough as it is."

"Yes sir." The young blonde instinctively adjusted her shoulder holster as she stood. Getting her licenced to carry a handgun in the UK had been difficult but worthwhile; having it peek out from beneath her jacket helped offset the effect of a face that was naturally too cute to look intimidating. "Don't forget your wife is expecting a call."

"I hadn't, thank you. I'll call Barbara from the car."

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"Ms. Learner for you, Sir. Video," his assistant Julie said. Maurice looked away from the Range Rover's window that he'd been idly staring out of and gestured towards the monitor in the back of the seat in front of him. Julie tapped her phone a few times and the monitor lit up with the face of a haughty looking middle aged woman.

"Minister," he nodded to her. "You didn't need to call personally just to let me know the paperwork is on the way to my lawyers. Surely you have people for that?"

"I'm calling for an update, Sir Maurice," she responded brusquely. "I'm told your people haven't started work on a single site yet."

"And nor will they Minister. Until I get that contract paperwork."

"I already told you that's not possible. We can come to a beneficial arrangement, but you need to get those centres ready before the situation changes."

"I've clearly outlined the exact 'beneficial arrangement' that I want, Minister." His tone was dark and Julie in the seat beside him recognised the signs well before the hapless politician knew what was coming. She reflexively wound up the window and muted the other call she was on. "I want that redevelopment contract. You want my services on your current problems. One leads directly to the other."

"Listen..." she started.

"No, you listen to

me

, Alice!" He cut her off, the sudden change of attitude rocking the politician back on her heels. "

YOU

are running out of time here. Your flunkies did the numbers and gave you a shopping list that no-one else has the resources to fill for you. You need dozens of fully staffed, fully equipped vaccination hubs. Mobile units that can reach every poxy little village hall in the country. Security, refrigerated storage, even bloody traffic control! I will provide you with everything you want but let's be clear about who needs who. I own every fucking sack of cement in the south of England. I have warehouses packed full of syringes, alcohol and everything else you need. If I walk away, all your other suppliers put together will still fail to deliver half of what you're asking for. You have no fucking choice but to deal with me and yet somehow you still aren't giving me what I want!"

"That contract is worth over twenty billion! It's a decade's worth of work to make those homes suitable for large, bonded teams. I don't have that kind of direct power. I can't just give it all to you."

"That's bullshit!" He snarled. "Do you know how I know it's bullshit? I know because I know you Alice, that's how. I know how you work and I know what you're capable of. I know that the bloody health and housing ministers both owe you their bloody jobs and will do whatever you tell them. I also know it's bullshit because I fucking well

own

you! You sit in that office today because I was the one who found your piss poor attempt at creative accounting before anyone else did and I covered it up for you. I told you to get me that contract, so I know you're going to get me that fucking contract!"

"But..." she spluttered, reeling as she tried to think of a way to regain control of the conversation.

"Of course, these are trying times for everyone so, just in case you've somehow grown a fucking conscience since we last spoke and you need a reason beyond self-interest; you aren't getting your vaccination infrastructure built until you do as you're fucking told!"

"You can't do that! Every day we delay costs people their lives. We have to be ready the moment it's time to go public."

"Boo fucking hoo Alice. Spare me the crocodile tears. You just want your government to look prepared and competent for a change when your American bosses finally give you permission to do your jobs again. As if anything could make Boris look competent, even I couldn't pull off that miracle." Maurice sighed, clearly indicating he was done with the conversation. "So you go and get me my contract and then you can go home and cry to your partner about how the nasty man didn't listen to you." Leaning in closer to the camera, he smiled that mirthless, meaningless smile. "And when you do, you might remind him that I know quite a lot about him too."

"What d..." He hung up on her frightened response.

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Maurice's face was carefully neutral as Katie opened the courthouse door and he followed her out into the street. They were all wearing masks while out in public, but there was no need to look too triumphant. The court appearance really had been just a formality, the remaining suits and injunctions against him had evaporated as predicted. His lawyers' insistence on an in-person hearing instead of the now normal online affairs had been inconvenient, but it had worked in his favour as predicted. Without the loudmouth Yousufzai family to stand against him the opposition had lost the heart of their case. A few palms greased and a few noshows from people he knew damn well were too busy coughing themselves to death in hospital to attend, and the judge had just ruled in his favour. Just like that, all his most controversial projects were back on schedule. Of course, not all of the hoi polloi had figured out that they'd lost yet. There were still a dozen angry protestors waiting outside to harangue him.

Katie was on top of it, as ever. She nodded to the two uniformed, masked police officers that were waiting to keep the campaigners away and started to lead the way back to the Range Rover. With a shout, two of the thugs made a coordinated attempt to reach him from different directions. The first was easily stopped by the police, the second wasn't so lucky. Katie intercepted him before he could get close to Maurice, and with a surprised yelp, a sickening crunch and a breathless scream he found himself lying flat on his face with his freshly broken arm twisted up in Katie's grasp and her stylish, but practical, shoe planted firmly on his face.

"Go," she said, perfectly calm. "Get to the car and I'll catch up." He picked up the pace, Rosa and Julie jogging to keep up. As he strode across the road to where they had illegally parked, he was surprised to find that the thugs had been more capable than he would have anticipated as the third man made his move. The cheap, nondescript car roared toward him as he crossed in front of it and he froze.

Moments before it could hit him, he felt an impact from behind and he was out of the vehicle's path. Turning as he fell he saw Julie, slowed down by shoving him clear, was not quite so lucky. The car's wing mirror struck her hard and she was bounced forward into the side of the Range Rover in a shower of broken plastic.

He stood, took a moment to collect himself and brushed the dirt from his knees. By the time he reached Julie, Rosa already had her lying flat on her back, checking her eyes for signs of a concussion.

"Thank you my dear, that was an impressively quick reaction." Katie arrived to check on him, followed by one of the police officers who knelt beside Julie and used his radio to call for an ambulance.

"Your arm is definitely broken and probably a bunch of ribs," Rosa told her. "You bashed your head on the road there too, but you don't seem concussed."

"I'll be alright," she said weakly, though she hissed when the officer touched her arm.

"The hospital will decide that love, you'll have to be checked for internal injuries," the officer said as his radio squawked unintelligibly. "An ambulance will take a few minutes; they're overstretched." Katie glanced over at the group of protestors still glaring across the road and touched Maurice on the elbow.

"Yes, well, I don't think my presence here is going to make the situation any simpler," he said. "Do keep us updated when you've seen medical professionals, Julie. Shall we get moving ladies?" He and Katie both headed for the car, Katie paused to kick a shard of glass away from the tyres. Rosa winked at Julie and patted her on her good arm before following.

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Maurice arrived at the Manchester office of one of his oldest, and most bitter rivals and headed directly for the private lift to the CEO's office. Not that the public lift would have had anyone in it with lockdown restrictions in place. The building was almost deserted.

"Where the hell have you been?" The elegant woman behind the large desk snarled at him as the girl from her outer office showed him in. "When I agreed to this partnership, I was trusting you to keep up your end of the deal!"

"I'm here Margot," he said as he sauntered across her spacious office. "There was an unexpected delay with the Stockport acquisition and I had to be in court this morning. I'm here now." Behind him, the ever-present Katie glanced around the familiar office and quietly took a seat in the corner where she could see both the door and the windows.

"Unexpected delay?" Margot asked bitterly as she stood. "You said you wouldn't have a problem with a team spread out over four cities. If you can't meet your obligations we might have to readdress our agreement." Maurice could tell he'd pushed it a bit too far this time. The whining tone creeping into the woman's voice was both unattractive and distinctly out of place. Margot Bettincourt had been a thorn in his side for years. She'd sniped contracts from under him. Cut him out of investments. She'd even tried to have him shot once. She might be the person he respected most in the world, after himself of course. She was many things but she was not a whiner.

"As I said; I'm here now, and it won't happen again. Trust me."

"Fuck you, Maurice." She kicked off her designer shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. "Well? Get over here." He reached her desk as she walked around it to meet him. Suddenly she grabbed his head and pulled him down where she could kiss him roughly. Releasing his head she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and started working on his belt. Caressing his chest, she broke off her aggressive kiss to deeply inhale his scent.

"Mmmm," she muttered. "I need this." Freeing his hardening cock from his tailored trousers, she spat in her palm and grabbed his shaft. Jerking him a few times to make sure he was hard enough for her. He grunted and she let go. Pulling her skirt up around her waist she turned her back on him, bent over and gripped her own desk. "Now fuck me already!"

"Since you ask so nicely," he smirked as he pulled down her soaking knickers, grabbed her hips and lined himself up. Whatever acerbic reply she had was lost in a wordless groan as he plunged straight in. She'd been waiting on him for a while and she was as wet as she was angry.

"Oh yes!" she shouted as he began to thrust. "More. Harder. Come on you bastard, fuck me like you actually mean it! Harder!" With a snarl he shoved her forward so her upper body was actually lying on the desk and stepped up his efforts.

After a minute, Margot seemed to decide she wasn't getting what she wanted. Stripping off her blouse and bra she pushed him away so she could stand up straight again. Moving a pile of folders across the desk she turned and hopped up to sit on it, facing him.

"Get back here and fuck me properly, you arrogant cunt!" she growled "Make me fucking cum and give me what you owe me." His usual self satisfied expression had given way to one of anger.

"For fucks sake, shut up woman." He pushed her down onto her back, pulled her bodily to the edge of the desk and forced himself back inside her. Her legs wrapped around him as he did his best to pound her pussy into submission.

"Unnnhhh. Come on yo-" her next tirade was cut off as he clamped one hand around her throat and squeezed. Grinning deliriously as he choked the words out of her, she rubbed at her clit until she came. Her muscles squeezed him harder and, moments later, he released her throat to grip on to her thighs while he painted her insides with cum. Free to breathe again, she tried to howl and gasp at the same time as she came again in response to his load. He hissed as her heels dug into his back and he collapsed on top of her. They both lay panting together for a minute.

"Get off me," she muttered, pushing him back to his feet. His softening cock slipped out of her and she stood, gathering up her clothes. She pulled some wipes from a desk drawer to clean up and tossed the packet towards him. Ignoring them, he glanced over to where Katie sat ignored in the corner. The younger woman stood and came over. Kneeling at his feet she took his dick into her mouth and quickly sucked it clean, licking up where Margot's juices had run onto his balls. The remnants of his semen mixed into it were enough to make her tremble and moan involuntarily. Satisfied that he was clean, she zipped up his trousers for him and he patted her on the head before she went back to her seat. Margot shook herself from where she had paused dressing to watch.