Disclaimer: This is a side-story set in the Theft of Our Lives universe. I call it side-story because it revolves around an ancillary character and doesn't drive the main plot. The chapter dates to just after the office party. More of the main story will be coming soon.
This story, all characters and entities are fictional and merely a fantasy. Any resemblance to entities or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a multi-part story containing various sex acts between adults, including cuckolding, interracial, lesbian, non-consensual, and incestuous sex. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal, and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years-old or older. All rights reserved.
SAM'S FALL
Samantha Fitzgerald needed money -- a lot of money, and she needed it now.
To the legitimate business community, Sam, as she was commonly known, was a smart, dedicated, and highly competent independent consultant specializing in financial compliance for large corporations, always willing to take on the toughest assignments and seeing them through successfully.
After earning a business degree and working several years at a large accounting firm, the lesbian professional struck out on her own four years ago with the encouragement and support of her wife, Betsy, and their 18-year-old son, Robbie. Now, she was the sole source of income for the family after the couple decided Betsy should stay home raising their son.
Less honorably, Sam was also a notorious skirt-chaser.
At 38, she'd never outgrown her passion for seducing women, especially straight women. It was the thrill of the improbable conquest driving her desire to corrupt beguiling beauties, often married, always young, and sometimes even bi-curious, along with the adrenaline rush that came with the challenge.
Traveling frequently for business, Sam attended several conferences annually, providing ample opportunities to feed her obsession for the chase, training her considerable social skills on unsuspecting businesswomen in attendance and more often than not successfully charming her way into their beds and between their legs.
Many in the industry knew of her addiction to the game of seduction, and Sam developed a reputation among the older women, especially those who'd succumbed to her beguiling ways, recounting her impressive oral skills in glowing terms.
Fortunately, the conferences always introduced new attendees ripe for the plucking -- young women just out of college or fresh to the industry and open to the guiding hand of an experienced mentor assisting their careers. These women were invariably her prey, catching her attention and marked for the chase the moment she checked into the hotel.
In love and unquestionably trusting, Betsy knew none of this side of her beloved spouse, and Sam took great care ensuring she never found out. She truly loved Betsy, but simply couldn't control the impulse for extramarital diversions, knowing the revelations of her infidelity would crush her sweet wife and very likely destroy their marriage.
That simply couldn't be allowed to happen, so Sam limited her pursuit of heterosexual women to business trips while playing the devoted wife and mother at home.
Striking out as an independent consultant was a financial risk, requiring a substantial upfront investment and ongoing daily expenses keeping the business going. Added to that was the cost of attending conferences drumming up business and engaging in her less pure quest for pussy.
Sadly, despite her business acumen, Sam struggled building her client list. Business was hit or miss, with intervals between consulting gigs longer than she'd want forcing her to take almost any job that came along. Frankly, Sam's business was failing, and she was up to her eyeballs in debt.
Taking a second mortgage on the house was known to Betsy as co-signer and Sam's caring wife was supportive of that obligation. Unknown to Betsy, however, Sam had also maxed out their credit cards, taken a payday loan using their car as collateral, and more dangerously, borrowed from an irreputable private source at usurious rates.
Now, the cretinous loan shark was threatening violence of an unspecified nature against Sam and her family if he didn't get paid soon. Currently in a lean period, and with those mounting debts hanging over her head, Sam needed money, and therefore, she needed work.
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Timing is everything and Sam thought perhaps luck was turning her way upon playing the voicemail from Hank Allenby of Allenby Consolidation, thinking he was the solution to the temporary lull in business and her financial distress. A large concern, Allenby is a very successful company providing significant opportunities.
Of course, Sam knew I held an executive position with the firm, and very likely suspected I was instrumental in my boss throwing her a bone. If she had only known the truth, she'd have erased the message at once.
Unsurprisingly, Hank knew of Sam's skirt-chasing reputation, attending many of the same industry conferences as my sister-in-law. Employing the services of a private detective, he also knew of her financial trouble. Together, the twin weaknesses provided the perfect leverage for ensuring her cooperation with his evil design for her future.
"Ms. Fitzgerald, an urgent need has arisen in my company due to the dismissal of our in-house compliance officer. I'd like you to submit a proposal directed to undertaking Allenby's corporate compliance work until I can find a permanent replacement," the company president requested with businesslike proficiency.
"Can you put something together quickly so we can meet for lunch tomorrow?" he extended the invitation Sam was pleased to accept.
"Please, call me Sam, and sure, I'm happy to submit to Allenby," she replied, tamping down her excitement to maintain a professional demeanor while not realizing the hidden meaning of her unfortunate choice of words.
My relieved sister-in-law had no way of knowing Hank terminated compliance officer Shannon Lewis only that week, claiming criminal malfeasance for falsifying mandatory government reports, and placing the company in jeopardy with federal authorities.
It was a set-up, of course, with the pretty, late-20's blonde completely innocent, but in inimical fashion, Hank hoped to parlay her alleged misdeed into an opportunity securing Shannon's less than professional services.
Threatening prison and an inglorious fall from grace, Hank harangued and cajoled poor Ms. Lewis unless she cooperated just as many women had over the years. Insisting on her innocence and much to her credit, Shannon refused to surrender to Hank's demands and was promptly fired, with a call made to the U.S. Attorney's office.
Bravely, Ms. Lewis had the backbone to stand up to my boss, but sadly, she was now unemployed and awaiting trial, leaving her integrity intact but her future perilously in doubt.
Perhaps focused too much on her own problems and predilections, Sam was oblivious to Betsy's submission to Hank and his deviant games of debauchery and manipulation. She had no idea Betsy spent most of the past month on her knees or her back in service to Hank, giving her curvaceous body to the degenerate man and whomever else he chose.
Sam never suspected Betsy's frequent trips to our house were satisfying Hank's demented command she re-educate herself in the art of fellatio, unhappily practicing on the cock of their 18-year-old nephew, Kellen, while also imparting her extensive knowledge of cunnilingus to her bountiful older sister, Emma, and pretty 19-year-old niece, Kerri.
Blithely unaware of these travails and anxious to score a well-paying job lasting months, while more importantly keeping her menacing creditors off her back, my preoccupied sister-in-law arranged to meet Hank at a local restaurant where he'd ensnared unsuspecting women over the years.
