Even though the category for this story in Non-consent/Reluctance, there are elements of other Literotica categories in this story as well, and I feel obligated to warn you lest unexpected topics might offend. The story also includes; interracial, anal, and lesbian scenes. If these put you off, you may wish to move on to something else.
I also apologize for the misspellings and typos I'm sure you'll encounter, but alas, I am dreadful at proofreading.
I hope you enjoy ...
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I sat at my desk staring at my computer screen. An email, marked 'urgent,' stared back at me. It left me completely baffled as I re-read it for the fourth time. It was short; it simply informed me that I was required to report to the Director of Security's office for a late afternoon meeting, at four thirty.
Why would the security Director want to see me? I wondered.
It was mid-afternoon, so I had almost two hours to wait before I went upstairs to find out what it was all about. I spent that time contacting clients and executing buy/sell orders on their behalf. Given the financial climate of quiet desperation permeating the markets, I was being kept quite busy.
When four thirty rolled around, I logged off and headed for the elevators and went up to the twenty-sixth floor. Although Mr. Howards was the head of the department, he did not rate a secretary. I walked down a long corridor of offices on the twenty-sixth floor, looking at each door for room numbers and name plates until I came to the right one. His door was open and he looked up as soon as he saw me.
"Oh, Ms. Williams, come in, please." He said as he stood up from his desk and walked around it to usher me into his office.
"Have a seat, please." I wondered how he recognized me; we'd never met.
I sat in the chair opposite his desk; my back to the door. His office was spacious, but he didn't rate a window, either. As I sat nervously waiting to hear what his mysterious memo was all about, Mr. Howards closed the door to his office. Then he walked back around his desk and sat in his high backed leather office chair.
"I am quite sure, Laura – you don't mind if I call you Laura, do you?" He said.
"Oh, no Mr. Howards, that's fine."
"And, please call me Ted, OK? Now, as I was saying Laura, I am certain you at a loss as to why I asked you to see me; correct?"
"Well, yes." I admitted.
"Laura, it's about embezzlement - the embezzlement of funds from several of your client's accounts to the tune of several hundred thousand dollars; as well as, the depositing of those funds into an account that you exclusively control." He said.
As his words struck home, I felt ice permeating my entire being.
"What?! That's impossible! I have never in my life done ..."
"Please, please, Laura, calm yourself. I know that
you
did not embezzle a penny."
"I don't get it. Then what the hell are you taking about? Just what the hell is going on?" I said, incredulous and confused.
"Laura, although you have done nothing wrong, what I just told you, however, remains true. Funds have been embezzled from
your
clients and placed in an account traceable to you. You didn't do this; I did."
"What?" I was even more confused and starting to get really pissed off.
"Laura, I can see you're getting upset. Just bare with me a moment and let me explain."
"It better be good, 'cause I'm this close to walking out of here and calling the police." I said, and meant it.
"Oh, I don't think you'll be doing that, my dear. You see, as the head of Security, I am able to access every employee's sign-in IDs and passwords, as well as, all account passwords. Mind you, I'm not supposed to be able to access this information; but, my background and training while with certain government agencies gave me the skills to crack almost any security system on the planet. So, it wasn't at all difficult for me to transfer the funds I referred to a moment ago to an account I set up, using your log-in and the computer in your office after you'd left for the day. Upon examination by auditors, or even the authorities that you just threatened to call; it will look like all the money in question was stolen by you and stashed in the account
you
apparently created for your evil scheme. So, like I said, I doubt very much you'll want to call the police and have them look closely at your accounts. Believe me, nothing is traceable to me; it all appears to be your doing." He told me.
"God, I don't believe this! Why? Why me, why not someone else?"
I was beginning to tremble as I pictured myself being hauled off in hand cuffs; what would I say to my husband, Jimmy? Who would believe me if this creep was telling the truth and nothing could be traced back to him?
"Excellent questions, my dear. It's very simple; it's because you're young and extraordinarily beautiful." He said
"What? That makes no sense!"
As terrified and bewildered as I was, I could not fathom any connection between my appearance and what he'd just told me about setting me up to be accused of a major crime.
"Give me a few minutes to explain what's going to happen. There is logic to what I've done and it's very simple; I need something to hold over you that guarantees your absolute obedience. I figure a minimum of twenty-five years in prison, qualifies, don't you agree? Now, I know what your first thought will be; what exactly do I want you to do? Right?" He asked.
"Yes." I said, barely above a whisper as tears began to stream down my cheeks.
As afraid as I had just been of being arrested, I was getting a sinking feeling that whatever else the creep had in mind for me would be a lot worse; as it turned out, I was right.
