This is story #20 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Jen
Several years prior to the events of this story, I had gotten a new job at an accounting firm, mid-sized, maybe 50 employees and about 25 partners, of which I was one. I was heavily recruited to come in and generate revenue and to help them identify ways to increase profitability.
One of the partners was a younger woman, maybe 32 at the time I started. Jennifer was her name, but everyone simply called her "Jen." And I was told the very first day on the job by another male partner that she HATED to be called "Jenny."
Jen came from a very rural area in central Virginia, grew up on a farm, went to a very small rural high school, and her whole demeanor and attitude was that of a simple country girl. Very sweet and innocent, God-fearing and a regular church-goer, sang in the church choir. All smiles and always bringing in baked goods and vegetables from her garden.
She went to college at some small faith-based school that no one has ever heard of, but she finished at the top of her class. While she was VERY smart, I came to believe that the whole country bumpkin routine was not the entire picture. She was street smart and savvy, and I heard she could be quite ruthless from a business standpoint. Because of this, I was leery of the country girl persona.
Jen was fairly average physically. Blonde hair, average height, a bit of a hook nose but it wasn't bad enough that she was unappealing. Her body was what you'd expect from a 32-year-old with two younger kids. She was married to her high school sweetheart, also a farm boy, and I would have bet she was a virgin when they got married.
She did sport a nice big set of tits that you could only recognize occasionally depending on how she was dressed. She did her best to hide them, but when she was dressed casually you could tell she had quite a pair.
All in all, maybe a six out of ten. I'd fuck her, but I'd never want to date her, she didn't meet my standards physically.
Most of Jen's clients were farmers, mostly family farms, but also quite a few business farms, and she dealt with buying and selling them, and doing their taxes and handling all manner of business matters.
After about a year on the job, after the first couple rounds of profit distributions had been made, I took a look at the compensation numbers, and realized that many of Jen's numbers were a bit misleading, and that she was getting paid well more than she was worth. It appeared that she worked a lot of hours, but her revenue production didn't match the hours being worked.
At a quarterly meeting of the partners, I mentioned this, specifically calling out Jen after a nice distribution. Her smiling face went dark, and if looks could kill, I would have been dead. Her mentor, the guy that brought her in and trained her, threw out a bunch of word soup trying to explain the discrepancies, but the more he talked, the more the others rolled their eyes as they focused on the numbers I had pointed out.
Ultimately, the Comp Committee said they would take a closer look at things.
Fast forward another year later, the Committee did indeed look at things, and reduced Jen's comp by about twenty percent. As you can imagine, this went over like a lead balloon, and Jen essentially became my enemy. Fine, I didn't need her, I had a whole different type of clientele and whether she liked me or not was of no consequence. Not to mention, the rest of us all made more money now that things had been adjusted.
Fast forward one more year. I was elected to serve on the Comp Committee. One day I was going over the firm's numbers, and I took another look at Jen's numbers. Something again looked off -- her working hours were down, and a few of her former clients had kind of dropped off the map, coinciding with the timing of her compensation adjustment a year prior.
A bit of research, a few emails to these "former" clients with carefully worded questions, and some number crunching, and I realized that she was working for these folks on the side and billing them privately, thereby bypassing the firm's accounting and keeping all of the fees, rather than sharing them with her partners. This was her way of regaining the comp that had been had taken from her.
And it was, of course, not only a violation of the firm's partnership agreement, but a violation of all kinds of ethical rules, and likely a criminal act as well.
Now, we weren't talking about a lot of money. The clients she was hoarding were a few of the small family farms with very small fees, and in the grand scheme of our firm's revenue, it was barely a blip. I wouldn't have caught it had I not been suspicious of her from the prior year and looked at her numbers previously. A few thousand bucks, maybe twenty grand, tops.
But, a violation and a crime nonetheless.
I kept it under wraps, but I created a report and a spreadsheet that clearly and concisely made the case against her. I kept this private, with no intention of calling her out unless I needed it. I had a feeling she was looking for a way to get back at me for calling her out before.
I was in the office one Sunday afternoon around lunchtime, toward the end of our fiscal year, again looking at numbers as a distribution was rolling around. I heard a noise in the hall, and went to see who else was working. Low and behold, there was Jen at the printer/scanner doing things that normally a secretary would do. This was no doubt related to her private, illegal business, otherwise she would have had a staff member doing these things.
"Hey Jen," I said, a bit more loudly than I might normally, purposefully wanting to startle her.
It worked, she jumped out of her skin, perhaps in part because she was doing something inappropriate.
"Oh hey," she said as she turned, then seeing it was me, her eyes got dark and she concealed the papers she was holding.
"What brings you in on a Sunday?" I asked, trying to sound cheery and friendly.
But Jen was in no mood for being nice to me.
"Just doing extra work. Since having my comp slashed, I have to work more to make up the difference," she sniped.
I decided in that moment to make a play. I was sick of this lying bitch.
"That's funny," I replied. "Looking at your hours, they are actually down slightly, as is your revenue, even lower than it was before. You'd actually be in line for another reduction, by my math."
Jen glowered at me even more.
"Just try it," she said menacingly, as if threatening me.
"Jen," I said nicely. "I don't want us to be enemies, but I do have something important to discuss with you. Stop by my office when you're done doing..... whatever you're doing."
She resisted, "I'm busy," she snapped.
Looking her straight in the eye, I said coldly, "That wasn't a request."
Of course she made me wait, but an hour later she stood defiantly in my doorway. She looked pretty good actually, dressed somewhat casually, her big tits evident in the tight blouse she was wearing. I assumed she had come to the office right from church.
"Have a seat," I said, motioning to the loveseat in my office across from my desk.
