Roland Green sat staring across his desk at his secretary. Her soft, shoulder length brown hair all but obscured her face as she sobbed into a tissue. He was tempted to call the whole thing off right then but deeper than the pang of sympathy was a simmering desire that he had harbored for the year and a half she'd been sauntering around the office in tight skirts and open blouses. He had entrusted her with twenty thousand cash to deposit in the company account and had paid another five thousand to one of his security staff to lift it from her shoulder bag before she even left the building. "I can't see any alternative other than to call the police," he said thickly.
Kim's body shuddered. Roland knew she had no mugging to report, or any details of having innocently lost the money. He waited for her to settle.
"Can you replace the money?" he asked her, as if he was searching for some way of helping her.
She looked up and her pretty face almost ended his resolve. "I haven't... I - I don't have that much money..."
The office door opened and Roland's wife stepped in. He had called her to confirm, but they had prearranged everything anyway. Roland was fifty seven and his wife, Lisa, was forty, the same age as Kim. Lisa was to play good cop. She went to Kim and comforted her. "God Roland what are you doing!"
Lisa had arranged the job for Kim. They had been friends since college, and Roland had at first agreed to the plan to satisfy his wife's unrequited teenage desire but his own part in the plot surged as his cock expanded. "I know she's your friend but we can't have this sort of blatant daylight robbery go unpunished. I have to call the police... surely?"
"Like hell you do!" Lisa turned back to Kim. "What happened sweetie -- what happened to the money?"
"I don't know," Kim sobbed. "When I got to the bank it was just not there in my bag. I don't know what happened to it."
Roland stood. He was a tall, heavily built man. "We have to be out of here in an hour," he said to his wife. It was Friday afternoon and they had set up the weekend at their country estate. "I'll be back in ten minutes and if you haven't sorted something else out I'm calling the police and leaving her with them," he added flatly and he left.
Lisa dabbed at the tears streaming down Kim's face. She had an arm around her shoulder and found herself looking down Kim's blouse at her lacy white bra. She eased into the next step in the plan.
"Sweetie -- he won't be satisfied to let you go. How about you come with us and we can work this out over the weekend -- can you tell your husband there's an urgent business meeting that you must attend?"
"What -- right now? I'll have to go home and get some things to wear."
"Well I don't think Roland will agree to you going home. But we're the same size and I've got wardrobes full of clothes. Could you just call your husband and tell him the meeting is urgent and you have to go immediately?"
Roland stepped back into the room. He'd been gone only a few minutes. "Well?"
"Kim's coming with us. We'll sort this mess out over the weekend,"
Kim spent the next few hours in a daze. She was taken from her boss's office and bundled into the back of a car. There were two of the security men in front and another one beside her. She'd worn a short skirt to work that day and she could feel their eyes upon her legs throughout the two hour drive. She was taken from the car and led into what looked like a palace and she was left in a room overlooking garden parkland.
She flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering what had happened to her life. Suddenly it seemed she was a character in some sort of horror movie. She'd been lying there for ten minutes or so when Roland came in and closed the door behind. He strolled over to the window and stood gazing out into the distance for a while.
Kim was sitting up facing him when he turned and pulled a chair over to sit in front of her. He searched her eyes for a moment before speaking.
"Twenty thousand isn't even a bad night at the casino for me but I guess it's a lot to you?"
Kim nodded. "I'm so sorry I lost it."
He touched her knee. "Well, I've had some time to calm down and think it through and there may be a way we could work this out." His hand had closed over her knee purposefully. "I might be inclined to overlook the whole unfortunate incident if you would be -- shall we say -- accommodating, this weekend."
There was a knot in Kim's stomach and another in her throat. She couldn't seem to get her voice to work. She was shaking her head slowly as the older man studied her eyes.
Roland continued. He was smiling lightly. "I think you understand what I mean by accommodating, and you may not enjoy it but should you force me to reconsider, I'm sure you will at the very least be required to repay the twenty thousand in installments, and should the police find trace of it in a bank account or stashed in your car for example -- well, prison wouldn't be out of the question.
Kim had her legs closed together but she allowed them to part very slightly as Roland's fingertips moved beneath her skirt. She fought back the tears as his fingers pressed against her panties. He pressed into her crotch and leant to her ear. "That's a wise decision," he breathed, and he kissed her neck as his fingers forced the fabric of her panties into her pussy.
Her skin was crawling and she held her head away from him. Her legs had been parted further and his fingers searched for the edge of her panties and pealed them aside. His fingers were course and she was dry. He tried to force a finger in but she clung to his arm and managed to wriggle away from him.
"Don't defy me," he said evenly, and he reached beneath her skirt and Kim again turned her head while he felt her pussy. He was rubbing her through her panties, pressing his fingers against her quite firmly, and that time when he pealed her panties aside she felt his finger penetrate. "That's better," he grinned.
Kim felt embarrassment heating her face and shame churning in her belly. She kept her head turned away in defiance. He was using her fluids to lube her clit and he started rubbing it. She fought the sensation for a while but she could feel his fingers spearing into her pussy and what must have been his thumb vibrating against her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe but her belly was cramping and the heat from her pussy was coursing through her body. She fought it for as long as she could but her orgasm overwhelmed her resolve and as it ripped through her Roland shoved his head between her legs and stuck his tongue up her cunt.
Kim clamped her thighs around his head and tried to squirm away from him. He clung to her hips and buried his face into her. His tongue was slicing through her pussy lips and swirling over her clit. She fought to push him away but she couldn't and she finally surrendered and laid back, numb and completely removed from her own body.
