Lynette slowly made a kissing motion with her full lips to make sure her lipstick was evenly applied. She smiled into the mirror and tried to stifle both nervousness and a pang of sadness. Her husband Dave had only been out of the country for a few days and things had already gone wrong. At first when her leering, creepy manager Andrew had been arrested everyone at her job had been happy.
Then more had been revealed. Andrew had been using the entirely legal recreational marijuana store to manufacture and sell totally not legal amphetamines and MDMA. Now everyone at the shop was being scrutinized, and the Australian investing company that owned the store had sent some VIP to oversee the business and see if it would even remain open. Dave was very successful as a contractor, but he needed his security clearance to keep his job, and even being the subject of a criminal investigation could be a disaster for Dave. Lynette sighed and hoped she would just be ignored like most of the employees who had no idea what Andrew had been doing.
A hope that was reduced when she saw the brand new rental car, a shining onyx colored Rolls Royce in front of the shop. As she got out of her SUV she smoothed her knee length white trimmed black skirt and checked that her dark blue blouse was appropriately unbuttoned, casual, a little flirty, but not unprofessional. A weed shop generally had a very lax dress code but Lynette had guessed that with some Aussie exec coming in she would take the time to glam up a little bit, which is why she had thigh high stockings on as well. A part of her did feel good as a few men passing by gave her an appreciative glance. She was very self conscious of her body, she knew she was chubby, and she hated her curves even if Dave, and, a sudden involuntary flush heated her cheeks, Brian, seemed to lust for her more every day.
Lynette walked in to see the store empty but for two of the guys who worked. Hard working and plain, but pretty chill stoner college drop-outs, Jim and Deshawn were fine to work with. They both looked at her with surprise and gave her appreciative nods.
"Someone got dolled up for the boss!" Deshawn, a 24 year old pale white son of hippy parents, said with a thumbs up. "Shouldn't have to worry though, the Australian guy seems okay, barely much of an accent, sounds like one of those British villains in a movie. Anyway he's talked to everyone else, Andrew was doing his shady shit without us, everyone knows it."
"It is a formality," Came a deep rolling voice that Lynette felt vibrating through her bones and making her nipples warm. "But the police are coming back this afternoon. Looks like another day of lost sales lads. Finish what you're doing and close up, I'll speak to Ms Lynette and we can put this whole mess safely behind us."
Lynette's blue-gray eyes tracked the sound and widened slightly. The Australian was a tall, powerfully built man of the dark olive skilled people from the Mediterranean had, under swept back gray touched curly black hair and a well kept beard and moustache, and wrapped in a dark blue Armani suit, the man looked he belonged on the cover of one of her "Billionaire falls for Regular Girl" e-books.
"I've heard nothing but positive things about you Lynette. My name is Spiro Andino. But call me Spiro." He held out a wide hand and Lynette smiled and reached her own hand out, shivering slightly as he skated his fingertips along her palm and wrist before clasping her hand in a warm, strong shake.
"Pleasure to meet you sir." Lynette said smiling charmingly back. "Oh I'm sorry, Spiro."
Both of them knew the 'slip' had been intentional, Spiro's lips canted upwards all the same.
"Well, let's go talk." Spiro said as he released her hand, his fingers touching just a fraction of second longer than appropriate, Lynette, not minding the attention from such an attractive man who was also positioned to end or advance her job, followed the large framed man as he turned and strode to the back office.
They took their seats in the small office and Spiro offered her some lemon tea which she gladly accepted and drank. He asked her some softball questions about how long she had been there, what she did, why she was working, family etcetera, while she asked about where he was from, how is home city of Adelaide had such a different accent from the rest of Australia and so on for a several charming minutes before they heard the door alarm go off.
"And the lads are off. Time to get to get to business." Spiro said with a gleam in his dark eyes that had Lynette on edge, and possibly a little thrilled. The muscular man tapped on the computer in front of him and his expression turned serious.
"Now Lynette, I know you seem like a very nice woman, and I would like to believe you have had nothing to do with the unfortunate incident, however, upon unlocking Andrew's cloud account I found something disturbing." Lynette's stomach turned to ice and her breath caught. She hadn't done anything! What could he be-
Spiro rotated the monitor around and Lynette saw a picture of herself, dressed in a sundress, top and bra pulled down to let her plump breasts spill out and hang down as she made a kissing face into the bathroom mirror of the store. Next to that picture was another, even more lewd, she was still in the bathroom and had her pants and panties pulled down to her knees pulling one fat ass cheek wide and showing her clean shaven labia and asshole.
