Sex For Silence

This is my first attempt at a writing a story. Any feedback is welcome. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are aged 18 years or older. Any names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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"So..."

We looked at each other across the desk. Tony was a jowly man, bright eyes and a penchant for very expensive jumpers. Sitting next to him was Dennis. A slight mousey man with a grey moustache from back when it was fashionable.

I waited for them to get to the point.

"So, I hear that you've also been talking to SoftwareWrites?" Tony asked.

I was totally unprepared for that. SoftwareWrites were their main competitors. Bigger, better run and with a better reputation. And while I'd heard of them I hadn't been talking to them at all about a job.

"What did you think of Duncan?"

All jovial. Forced. Tony didn't like Duncan.

Fucking Joe. The headhunter was telling them lies about who I was talking to. But it had obviously hit home with Tony.

"Well, I couldn't really say."

"Oh, come now Phil - you can tell us."

More forced smiles.

"He was nice enough I suppose."

"Hah!" bellowed Tony. "Well, I can tell you that we have far more to offer than SoftwareWrites. Great opportunities, Phil. Great opportunities!"

This was my fourth interview. I had never had four interviews for the same role before but then I was green when it came to interviewing for a job. I'd been at my previous job for seven years and while it was good at the beginning, the cost cutting kept coming and the final straw was when they took away my company mobile phone. I started looking for jobs and at the time wasn't particularly choosy.

My first mistake.

But that's why I was here in this overly luxurious boardroom with two old guys who had built up their company from nothing. Plenty to admire you'd think but they'd got lucky. They began reselling the right product at the right time and made a huge amount of money. One lived in Henley-on-Thames and the other lived in Beaconsfield. Quite why they were still working I have no idea but here we were.

Fourth interview.

"So why don't you take a look at the fantastic opportunity that we'd like to give you Phil."

With that he passed across a contract offer.

As it turns out this wasn't an interview, it was an attempt to close the deal before I took an offer from Duncan at SoftwareWrites. Fucking Joe.

"I'd like a few minutes to read this if that's alright?"

"Of course, Phil - no problem. Would you like some tea?"

"I..."

"Of course you would. Sam!"

A few seconds later Sam opened the door. And I suddenly wanted this job a lot more.

"Yes, Tony?"

"Get our friend here a cup of tea will you?"

"Yes Tony - how do you take it?"

Many, many answers came to mind at that moment but thankfully I managed to respond ("white without thanks") and Sam left.

"We'll leave you for a few minutes then. Grab Sam when you're ready."

"Yes, I'll do that. Thanks Tony," I replied.

And with that, Little and Large got up and left me to review the offer. But my mind wasn't on the offer. It was firmly focused on Sam. She came back a couple of minutes later with a mug on a tray and a small plate of biscuits. She was wearing a navy blue business suit that highlighted her trim figure. She was petite. Maybe five foot two with curves to match, a warm smile and shoulder length loosely curled dark hair.

Her face was more pretty than classically beautiful. Her eyes were slightly too close together and her nose a little too large. But her smile was stunning and her bright brown eyes had a spark and life that was intoxicating.

"I hope this is alright," she said, breaking the silence. Damn it, I'd been caught.

"I'm sure it will be perfect," I responded, trying to keep my cool and smiling at her.

She smiled back and turned and swished her way out of the office. What an amazing arse! Dear gods but what wouldn't I give to see her naked?

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I started work at DT Software two weeks later.

My wife wasn't that impressed but then she wasn't that impressed about most things.

We'd got married for all the wrong reasons. I thought that she'd be a great mother and she thought...? I have no idea. It seemed a very dim and distant world in which we'd first got married even though it was only four years ago. We had a nice enough house in a so-so area of a small town in Surrey. She was a primary school teacher and all her energies went into that. Apart from the nagging that is.

Nothing in her world was done the right way unless it was done her way. And woe betide if you decided to take the initiative yourself and do something.

"I wouldn't have done it like that."

"You want to g out again?"

"Oh I'll close the curtains will I?"

"Exactly what time will you be home?"

In hindsight I should have ended things some time back but I am a bit of a doormat and I kept on thinking that once I was out of the old shitty job my mood would change and things would improve.

And sex was maybe twice a year. And not worth the wait. I'm pretty sure that something bad had happened to her in her teens sexually. I had no idea what it was though as she point blank refused to talk about sex. And I'd given up asking for it. It was pointless as it was never the right time. She was always tired. "Why can't you think more about me and my needs?" And in that very British way I just sort of accepted my fate and got on with life.

What an idiot!

Well hindsight is twenty-twenty.

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I knew that I'd made a mistake taking the offer about two weeks in to the job.

My role was presales. If you're not familiar with the term, my job was to be the product expert and to support the sales person in making the deal. Sounds simple enough but a good presales person can make all the difference in the sales process.

While I had the experience I didn't know the industry so it was a steep learning curve.

The role was also much more technical than anything that I'd done before. Not so much the software but the hardware. And we were just entering the start of the voice over IP world and telephony as a whole was changing rapidly. More to learn.

But I wasn't worried about learning new skills - that's the great part of the job. No, the problem was the sales team and the software that we were trying to sell. The sales team consisted of Warren, Julia and Steve.

Warren was the classic sales guy. He'd bounced around a bit, talked his way into a few jobs, stayed there long enough to not sell anything and then moved on, usually to a competitor. It just shows how many bad sales people there are as people like Warren kept on getting jobs. He was an order taker not a salesman and his only interest was in spinning things out for as long as possible with the minimum of effort.

Julia was different. She really wanted to work at it but was hampered by two things.

The software that we were selling and the reputation of DT Software. Sadly this was before the days of Glassdoor and while the internet was around it didn't have anything useful to tell me about DT Software's reputation. She was pleasant enough but just as I arrived she'd already checked out and was looking for other jobs.

Steve was the survivor. He'd been there for five years, had left for two years and then come back for another five years. The man was a human cockroach. A misogynist git who insisted on giving everyone nicknames. He decided to call me Hugh after Hugh Grant. Mainly on account of the hair. I loathed him.

Steve would have been a good double-glazing salesman. Turn up at someone's house, be pleasant enough and don't leave until they've signed something. That way no one would ever have to meet him more than once and believe me when I say you didn't want to meet him more than once. But he was persistent to a fault. He also did whatever Tony told him to do. And Tony, being a bully, kept him around as his dog to kick.

"You're stealing my money" was the plaintive wail from Steve whenever he'd sold anything and Tony moved the commission goalposts yet again.

So yes, I'd fucked up. But after two weeks I thought that maybe I was overreacting to a new, much smaller company environment. And instead of interviewing like crazy and getting the hell out I ended up stuck there for two years. Two unpleasant, borderline miserable years.

But there was always Sam.

Sam had been hired to be the office manager. She did everything from ordering stationery to making the tea to sending out customer documents. She was efficient, friendly and put up with Steve and the rest of us. We chatted pretty frequently but weren't exactly best buddies. She was saving up for a wedding and bored the shit out of anyone that would listen about the details even though it was eighteen months away.

About a year into my sentence there, Sam was promoted. She was moved to the accounts / HR / personal secretary role that had been recently vacated by an unusual man called Neil. He was boss-eyed and only had one arm. He was actually the first person that I met when I arrived for my first interview.

"You're not supposed to be in here!" he'd shouted when I went through the wrong door by mistake. How right he'd been.

He had left to go and look after his very sick mother in Wales - presumably to be as far away from Tony as he could reasonably get.

Sam actually had a lot of responsibility and it was a month or so later in the pub one Friday lunchtime that she confided in me the secret of the company's success.

"Tony was bragging to me about how he'd set the company up - nothing I hadn't heard twenty times already but he likes to talk so I get to listen. You know how he is... Then he said that when he'd first started the company he'd hired an amazing contract lawyer to write the most cast iron software licence agreement that you ever saw. Cost him an absolute fortune. But because we're only selling to smaller companies most of the time we're dealing with middle managers and no lawyers. So they sign our contract and that's that.

Then in a year's time we raise the price of support by 20% as it states that we're allowed to in the contract. Then the next year we do it again. And it's a five-year contract. By the time the contract is over customer's aren't even using the software but they're still paying for it. They've been living off the proceeds for years."

I was stunned.

"But don't they get sued?" I asked.

"Of course they do! They get sued all the time. And they've never lost. Not once.

That's how good the contract is. I have to spend half my time on the phone explaining to our customers that they agreed to the price rises and there's nothing that they can do about it."

"Wow. They must get pretty upset."

"You think? Honestly it's wearing me down but I need the money from this shitty job until my fiancée can get his business off the ground. Anyway, that's enough about my problems."

And she stopped and took a long drink of her wine.

"Another?" I asked.

"I couldn't...I can't really afford..."

"Honestly, it's just a glass of wine. Let me get it."

"Thank you."

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About two months later I was at work when I got a call from my wife. I think that everyone on the sales floor would have heard every word but thankfully it was 5 o'clock and they'd all long done.

"Why has the bank called to ask about our mortgage payment?" she screeched down the phone.

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"What have you done with the money?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Get your pitiful excuse for an arse up and find out! We can't lose our house. Why I ever married you..." and the line went dead.

I looked at the phone unbelieving. When would I have the time to do anything like this? It was an hour and a half home on a good day round the M25 and there weren't many good days. Between three hours in the car and a full working day I barely had time to fart.

I called the bank and after eighteen minutes of the same twenty seconds of Vivaldi's Four Seasons being repeated over and over again I finally managed to speak to an agent.

"Good afternoon, Maureen speaking. How can I help yewww?"

"Can I check the recent transactions on my account? Our mortgage provider called telling us that we were late in our payment. But that shouldn't happen it's a direct debit isn't it?"

"I'll check for yewww. Please hold."

"Nooo...damn it."

Ten minutes later she finally returned confirming that while my salary had been paid it was eleven hundred pounds less than I was expecting. No wonder the mortgage hadn't been paid.

I rapidly got off the phone. Looking out of the window confirmed that most people had left for the day. I went downstairs to see if Sam was still around. A light was on in the ladies bathroom so I went in to her office to wait.

Her computer was on and a quick glance at the screen showed it was the payroll for next month. What a golden opportunity to see what people were being paid! I looked again and noticed that on each and every entry for the twenty or so staff there was an entry removing £100 from their monthly pay. This screen was editing the standard automated pay that was going out! What the hell? Suddenly I was less interested in salaries and more interested in what was going on.

My pay had been altered as well. I quickly took a screenshot, emailed it to my work email account and a personal email account and then deleted the email from her system.

I heard the door go and was waiting on the other side of the desk well away from her computer when Sam walked in.

"Oh! Phil. You surprised me." She looked nervously at her screen and quickly moved to her chair, sat down and turned her screen off.

"What can I do for you?"

"Sam, it looks like there's been a problem with the most recent payroll run."

"Really? No one mentioned anything to me." Her hand began trembling ever so slightly and she quickly put it in her lap.

"I appear to be missing eleven hundred pounds from my salary for last month."

"That can't be r-right," she stammered. "Let me check for you."

"Yes, you do that. And whilst you're doing that perhaps you could check back over the rest of my pay since you took over and make sure that's OK too? While you're at it you could probably check on the rest of the companies pay and see whether they're all missing a hundred pounds from their salaries too."

Sam looked at me in horror and then back at the computer in dawning realisation.

"I don't know what you mean...I.."

"You're not a very good liar Sam. I think that you have about two minutes to tell me exactly what's happening here before I call Tony and then the police."

"NO! Please no!"

Sam went white as a sheet and suddenly looked very young and very scared.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't?"

"You can't! Tony will have me put me in jail and my fiancée's business will... Oh god what have I done?" She was beginning to shake uncontrollably and was the very image of misery.

"Tell me what's going on Sam!"

"You mustn't tell anyone!"

"That depends Sam..."

"Please, I'll do anything! I'll make sure that it's all sorted out but you can't tell anyone!"

"What have you done?"

"I...I've been taking a little from each employee to keep my fiancee's business going. I told him that I'd taken out a loan and that was where the money was coming from. He promised that things would turn around but he's just not getting the contracts. I had to do something!"

"What happened to just a little Sam?"

"I must have made a mistake when I edited yours. As the newest employee your name is nearest the bottom. I must have missed it when I sent the pay run through. Oh god!" And she dissolved into tears.

It was about this time that the nice, doormat Phil would usually kick in and tell her so long as she put everything back as it should be that it was alright, and that she'd be fine.

But being doormat Phil had got me the square root of sweet fuck all so far.

"Sam."

She ignored me and just carried on crying.

"Sam!"

She looked up sharply. The tears suddenly stopped. She heard a totally different tone to my voice and I also saw that the tears had all been an act. Manipulative bitch.

"This is what's going to happen. First of all you're going to fix what you've done to my account. Call it a banking error or whatever you want when you talk to Tony. Next, you're going to stop taking money from the rest of the people working here, starting with what's on your screen right now.

Then you're going to look at the renewals that we've got coming in and find a way to skim your money off there not from the people that you work with. I don't give a shit about Tony and Dennis. They're rich already and just get off on telling people what to do. I plan to be out of here as soon as I can find a job anyway so what do I care what happens to them? But stop taking the employee's money."

I saw her eyes narrowing as what I was saying started to sink in. It wasn't a pleasant look and was far from the Sam that I thought I knew. It made the next part that much easier for me to say.

"Finally you're going to fuck me whenever I say, wherever I say or you'll be in jail for fraud as fast as Tony can get his G-Wagon here."

Her mouth dropped open in astonishment. And then those little calculating eyes narrowed again.

"But surely you don't mean..."

"Get on your knees."

"What?!?"

"Get on your knees and start sucking my cock like your life depended on it or I'll be calling Tony right now."

"But you can't..."

"Watch me."

"No."

I took my mobile out of my pocket and dialled Tony's number. I held the phone screen towards her so she could see who I'd called and then put the phone to my ear.

"Hallo?"

"Hi Tony..."

Sam practically rugby tackled me to get the phone from my hands and hung up the call. We stood there staring at each other across her small office. She had a bit of colour back in her face and was breathing heavily making her little b-cups move up and down beautifully under her white blouse.

My phone rang.

"So what's it to be Sam?"

I bent down and picked up the phone. Three rings, four. I answered it.

"Hi Tony..."

Sam sank to her knees in front of me and unzipped my flies.

"I just wanted to double check that you were happy with the finance white paper before I sent it out? These mass mailings are high profile so I wanted to be sure that you're happy with it."

She reached in to my underwear with her cold hands and pulled out my cock. I was already at half-mast. She opened her mouth looking straight in my eyes and licked my cock from the base to the tip.

"Was that all? Couldn't it have waited? Yes, yes - send the damn thing."

My cock was sending me unbelievable sensations.

"Phil? Phil?"

"Sorry Tony, it must have been a bad line. Thanks for that. I'll send it tonight."

"Hmm." And he hung up.

My cock slowly grew to its full length and Sam, still staring at my face, slowly started to lick all around the sensitive head. It felt wonderful. I was lucky to get a blowjob at any time but Sam knew exactly what she was doing.

I reached forward and grabbed her hair. Her eyes flared with anger as I pushed my cock further down her throat. Putting the phone down I took her head in my hands and started to fuck her mouth slowly and carefully. She pushed her tongue along my cock and started to create the most amazing sensations all the way through to my very core as she sucked and licked.

It was only a couple of minutes before I locked eyes with her.