Chapter One: The Secretary
Lisa's sexual relationship with her eighteen year old son Michael was firmly established, so it was time for her to address the question of her wayward, too often drunk, abusive husband. His treatment of her over the years warranted more than simply being cut off in bed, although she had to admit she had seriously considered doing just that, literally, a few times.
Tony was the source of a good income for Lisa and Michael and he was in a position, as vice president of a major computer company, to provide them with even more after a promotion or two. But money was secondary on Lisa's mind; second only to getting Tony out of her life to allow her unfettered access to Michael, her real love.
Divorce was, of course, an option, but she considered that far too easy treatment of the man who caused her so much pain and suffering. Lisa, for all her petite beauty and charm, was a vindictive woman at heart and it was time for her to take charge.
Tony was his own worst enemy in the whole state of affairs. The forty three year old man was handsome and as physically fit as his teenage son. He could have any woman he wanted and, as Lisa often assumed, he took advantage of it. Like most successful men in the business world, his secretary was a prime suspect.
Cheryl was an intelligent, crafty, and devious single woman in her late twenties who did her job well, with an eye always open for potential opportunities to exploit her good looks. She was a tall brunette who oozed sensuality and emphasized it in her attire. Tony had been an exceedingly easy target two years earlier and their relationship continued with trysts of increasing frequency.
Their fortunes—Tony's in particular—were about to change.
Tony sat in his boss' office on a bright, early Autumn morning, hoping to hear from Steve, the boss, what had been rumored for weeks.
"Tony, how would you like to go on a little trip?" Steve asked, leaning back in his luxurious chair behind a gaudy desk of dark maple.
"You know I'm always up for a road show, boss."
"This is no ordinary trek to stroke a potential client, Tony," Steve said with a look of seriousness. "This is big. We can't screw it up now."
"What's up?" Tony said.
Steve leaned forward and put his arms on the desk. "We've been negotiating with people in Aruba about opening up an office there as a base for our new Caribbean expansion. I know there have been rumors about it."
Tony nodded.
"We couldn't even let the VPs know about it until we were certain it was going to happen. I need you to travel down there, meet with our contacts, and tidy up the last of the details. It might take most of a week," Steve told him. "I wouldn't send anybody else in the company. I know you won't let us down."
"I'd be glad to go," Tony said. "Who else is going?"
Steve looked across at his long-time friend and associate. A wry smile crossed his face. "Since you will basically be working down there the same as here, it would make sense to send Cheryl."
"That would be very...helpful," Tony replied.
"Yes. I thought so. Why disrupt the normal routine?" Steve said, leaning back in his chair. "Don't keep her entirely to yourself, Tony. She can be an asset if used properly. I'll leave that up to your judgment."
Tony just nodded, his mind already far away on a Caribbean island with his girlfriend, warm weather, beaches, hotel rooms....
"You don't expect this to last, do you?" Steve was saying, bringing Tony back to reality.
"Expect WHAT to last?"
"You and Cheryl."
Tony shrugged. "Why not?"
"Because it raises all kinds of potential legal risks for the firm, Tony. That's why. We've had this discussion before. Watch your step, do you understand?"
"Got it, boss."
Cheryl had traveled with Tony before. She knew when to be the trusted assistant and when to be the sensuous object of his lechery. She never cheated on him during a trip, reserving that right for when they were back home. She packed at least one outfit for nearly every conceivable occasion: beach; informal; office; business casual; and, formal.
The flight to Aruba was uneventful. They landed in the middle of a mid-afternoon rain shower and took a taxi to the opulent, beachfront resort. Tony had a suite and Cheryl an adjoining standard room. This would look good on the accountants' books, but had no relevance in real life. Cheryl would use her room solely as a closet.
The pair had dinner in downtown Oranjestad and looked to all the world like a father and daughter from the US on vacation, except that this daughter seemed awfully free with her hands on him, especially after a couple drinks. They browsed through a couple casinos, without success, before returning to the resort.
Upon arriving at Tony's suite, Cheryl said to him, "I brought something special along this trip, Tony. Let me change, OK?"
He watched her leave through the door connecting the rooms and waited ten minutes in the living area of his suite, knowing that when Cheryl considered it something special, he was in for a treat. The wait was worth it.
Cheryl returned wearing a smile, black heels, and a short, white, lace-trimmed robe that was tied at the waist, but hung open from top to bottom, revealing a good portion of her ample breasts and a pair of tiny, white, bikini panties.
She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
"Christ, Cheryl. You never cease to amaze me," Tony uttered. "Turn around."
Cheryl spun until her luscious ass faced her boss. The robe was sheer enough to show the thin strap of the panties between her cheeks. By the time she was facing Tony again, his cock was throbbing.
"Since this was a special trip, I thought it deserved a new outfit," Cheryl said as she strode over to the couch Tony was on.
He couldn't take his eyes off the full, firm breasts barely hidden behind the robe and the flawless pussy he loved so much.
