I like to write fictional stories that tell about Female Domination and gaydom. This one is about a retired man who had saved up a lot of money during his working years and was about to move to sunny Florida for retirement. But something went wrong when he ran into the wrong woman! All names and places are fictional.
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Warner Demeter had just retired about four months before and was now planning to move south where the weather was warm. In his hometown of Newport, Rhode Island there were often huge snow storms that were getting harder and harder to deal with and his plan was to get away from it all. Warner was alone now, having no wife, since she passed away suddenly about a year ago. The Demeters never had any children.
Warner figured that when he arrived in Jacksonville he would find a good realtor to help him find a house. He wanted a 2-bedroom rancher with a 2-car garage on about an acre or two of land. He liked gardening and now that he was retired from his chemical job with a well known firm he could spend the rest of his life in leisure.
Warner was 66 years of age and in pretty good health. His nest egg amounted to $575,000 and some change and he figured it should last him for a long time.
Before he left Newport he decided to go to his bank and make sure everything was right with his account. After all, he knew he needed money to buy a house so he wanted to make sure the bank didn't screw things up. He had receipts of all his deposits but he just wanted to be sure it was all correct.
He went to the front counter of Newport Savings and Loan where one would check in and asked to see someone to go over his account. In about five minutes a young lady approached him and told him to follow her back into her office. When they got there she sat behind a desk and told Warner to please have a seat, which he did.
She introduced herself as Carol and asked him how she could help him, and he said he wanted to go over his account because he was moving to Florida soon. She opened up a screen on her computer and asked for his account number and password. He told them to her and she wrote them down and after punching in some keys she said to him, "Mr. Demeter, I have your account right here. It looks like you have $240,500 in it."
Warner looked at her in disbelief and said, "Where's the rest of it?"
"The rest of it, sir? That's what it shows you have. $240,500." The young lady was very nice to him but surely she must have something wrong!
"I just checked my account this morning at home and the receipts show I have over $575,000 in this bank. What happened to the rest of it?" Warner was trying to keep his cool but he knew what his receipts at home showed him just that morning. "Something's wrong! I KNOW I have more in there than that!"
"Mr. Demeter," she said as she picked up her phone and dialed a number, "would you like to talk to the bank manager? There's nothing more I can do but what I see in your account."
"Yes! I absolutely would. Thank you. I am not trying to be disagreeable with you but something is wrong."
"Ms. Walker, I have a Mr. Warner Demeter here in my office and he has a dispute about his banking account. If you're not too busy may I bring him over to you?"
He didn't hear the reply from her boss but Carol immediately arose from her chair and asked Warner to follow her. They walked a few steps down a small hall to a door that had a sign on it that read, 'Ms. Gretchen Walker, Manager'. Carol knocked on the door and a friendly sounding voice said come in.
Carol opened the door and said to her boss, "Ms. Walker, this is Warner Demeter and he has a problem with his account. Mr. Demeter, this is Gretchen Walker, the bank manager."
"Please have a seat," Ms. Walker said as she arose from her chair to greet him with a handshake.
"Thank you, but it's not ME who has a problem! It's your BANK! My records show I have over $575,000 in my account and Ms. Carol said it shows I only have $240,500. That is a big mistake!"
"I agree, that IS a big mistake, sir. Could I have your account number and password and we'll try to figure this out?" He gave her the account number and password and after she typed it into her computer she looked at the data and said the account shows the same amount as Carol said it is.
Now Warner was getting a bit upset! "Where the hell is all my MONEY?" he exclaimed.
"Mr. Demeter, please try to maintain your cool. We'll get to the bottom of this. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe if we're more relaxed we can figure this thing out."
If he wasn't so upset he would have seen how truly beautiful and friendly Gretchen was. She was a blonde woman with a Nordic heritage, about 35 years of age, and she stood about 5'7" tall. Her face was very beautiful and she had the prettiest blue eyes. Warner noticed that she had a very shapely body when she got up to get the soft drinks, with strong smooth legs that could smother a man. She was wearing a sundress with a hem that stopped about three inches above the knees. She was drop dead gorgeous! But he wasn't trying to get her in bed. He just wanted his money so he could get on with his plans to move south.
She got up from her chair and went to a small back room. A short time later she emerged holding two glasses of ginger ale and handed Warner one of them. He was somewhat thirsty and he took a few sips of the soda. It tasted good.
As they continued looking at his account Warner began feeling a little tipsy. He wasn't sure why he was feeling like that since his health was very good, but sure enough he was feeling kind of funny and when he went to stand up he felt dizzy so he plopped back down in his seat.
Gretchen knew exactly what happened because she spiked his drink with a drug that would render him unable to stand. She felt he was getting too upset with what was happening with his account so to make him obedient to her she put something in his drink. She then got on her phone and told Carol that she and Warner would be busy and not to disturb them for an hour or so. "I'll let you know when we're finished," Gretchen said. Carol said thank you and told her she would hold all calls.