** You really need to have read the earlier chapters to fully enjoy this series **
Those first few weeks and months were such a roller-coaster ride for me. I mean, think about it. There I was, a nobody. Invisible, to all intents and purposes. Trudging through middle age lamenting my lost opportunities and a sexless marriage when, out of the blue, Mrs. Louise Jenkinson presents herself before me.
At first I thought I was being 'played' by Louise, who had a deserved reputation for being a manipulative bitch, however, once I knew how desperate her situation was, I broke every moral and professional rule in the book. Hell, if it ever got out I would probably get arrested for blackmail, which, basically, was what I was doing. Nevertheless, I continued to compound my sins by using Louise, finding the thrill of bending her to my will so very intoxicating.
Naturally, having such an exquisite woman as Louise as a channel for my sexual needs was a huge windfall and, even though I had been racked with guilt, I told myself it was no more than she deserved and wanted. Plus, I really had pulled out all the stops to dig her out of the financial quagmire she had put herself in. Not that that would be of any type of mitigation if this ever got out. I would be labeled the beast that I have become and she would probably be portrayed as some sort of innocent victim preyed upon by her soulless manager. Bitch!
I suppose that, even after the events at the porn shop and the hotel, .... Wow, what a day that had been (chapters 3 & 4) ..... I was always ready to cave in if Louise had dared to call my bluff, but, when I had met with her and her husband, Mark, I knew then that she deserved no pity and that it was my obligation to treat her as the slut she wanted to be. Now THAT was a day to remember.
On the day of that meeting I recall seeing her imperiously walking the Banking Hall, ensuring all was as it should be. I was so confused and nervous about meeting her and Mark that afternoon that I almost beckoned her over to call the whole thing off when, unexpectedly, I saw her lash into one of her staff for some unknown misdemeanor that sent a chill down my spine. I was actually more afraid NOT to go through with the financing deal!
Mind you, she did look good. Her new dress code had attracted all sorts of comments around the bank, and not all of them were derisory or insulting. I'm a leg man and Louise, a statuesque, 5 foot 7 inch, brunette, had the sort of shapely long legs that still give me wet dreams. Oh yes, now I had the unparalleled joy of coming to work every day and seeing that leggy beauty parade her wares for my enjoyment.... Actually, as it turned out, for the enjoyment of just about every testosterone laden man who visited the bank. On that particular day, and as confirmed by my earlier inspection, I knew she was wearing a black, lacey shelf bra, with matching garter belt which supported lace-top barely-there tan stockings. No panties – not allowed. Of course the public at large only saw her fitted, red satin, long-sleeved blouse, which, although covered by her black fitted blazer, was open enough to reveal a respectable amount of cleavage and which kept her nipples sufficiently aroused to suggestively and constantly press against the material. The best part of her ensemble however was the fitted black skirt that ended two inches above her knees and the cum-fuck-me 4 inch heel black patent pumps she wore. Just seeing her walk in those heels gave me an aching hard-on. It met the bank's dress code, but only just.
I had been so tempted to bend her over my desk earlier that day and fuck her sweet smelling shaved pussy after she had presented herself to me for inspection. She had stood there before me, silent, her eyes avoiding direct contact with my own, her moist, lip-stick coated lips slightly parted to emit short shallow breaths as I had slowly stalked around her before ordering her to lift the hem of her skirt. Without lifting her gaze she had obeyed and moaned when I sent an exploratory finger to part her obviously swollen pussy lips, parting them to reveal tell-tale moistness. My cock was so hard, my need so great, that I do not know how I resisted temptation.
I told her to look at me as I brought my intruding finger to my nose to drink in her scent and then lick her juice from my skin. Her eyes were wanton, lust filled, as another lusty moan escaped her lips. Then I congratulated her on her choice of attire before dismissing her – much to her obvious disappointment. As soon as she left my office I had collapsed into my chair.
Louise had insisted on an after-banking-hours appointment to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment or questions from her staff to which I duly agreed. The 5.30pm appointment also gave me time to double check the recording equipment in my office as I was hopeful of adding to my collection of "Louise porn" by fucking her before her husband arrived. My plans were scuppered, however, when Mark had arrived early to discuss a few things with Louise before the meeting.
When they finally sat down in my office the tension between them was apparent. I decided not to probe and just jump in. I had just started to make my presentation when Mark interjected. It was to be expected under normal circumstances, however, these were not normal circumstances. Mark began ranting how unfair it was that the bank was threatening to foreclose and how they deserved more time and blah, blah bloody blah. I had guessed that Louise had not mentioned our little 'arrangement' so was about to launch into my well rehearsed 'bad debtors' speech when...
Louise stood up from her chair opposite me and turned to her husband and screamed, "Shut up, Mark, just bloody well shut up! How dare you speak to Mr. Yearwood that way after all he has done for us. How much goddamn time do you need to find a job anyway?!"
Both Mark and I were stunned. She stood there, fists clenched, panting as she glared at her husband before continuing, in a gentler but nonetheless threatening tone, "I know you mean well, Babe, but we've run out of money and options. You've seen the numbers. This is a good deal and right now, if I had to, I would let Mr. Yearwood fuck me right here, over his desk if I thought it would save us. Do you understand?"
Not quite how I had planned things, but hey, I let her continue.
Mark simply sat there, the blood drained from his face, his lips trying, unsuccessfully to form coherent words. I sat and watched Mark have his remaining manhood stripped from his still warm corpse, watched as a husband lost any vestiges of authority he may have had and meekly, despite his obvious physical strength, turn to look to me for support.
