PLAYING
FOR KEEPS
Part
2
By
FLEXMAN
The characters in this story, with the exception of
Nick Powell, belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. Lawrence Beeks of Lynhurst Security is from the Dan Ackroyd,
Eddie Murphy movie “Trading Places.” Just an inside joke guys, don’t take it
too serious.
This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read it.
Two serious looking men
in suits walked in to the outer office.
They were expected, so the secretary immediately announced and showed
them in to Brenda Wade’s private office.
The first man is Carlton Truscott, Wade industries head of security.
Brenda Wade stood up from behind her long desk.
“Ms Wade,” Truscott
began. “Allow me to introduce Mr. Beeks of Lynhurst Security.” Beeks nodded
to Brenda, she returned the greeting in kind.
“Lynhurst Security is the company I hired to
investigate the matter of our breech of security.” With that Beeks
began his presentation.
“As you know, we were
retained to look in to the possibility that La Chira
stole the plans to your new entertainment unit, called the Minstrel. We have a source inside La Chira and I can now confirm that a copy of the specs for
your Minstrel were indeed stolen from you and used to design their product,
marketed as the Pocket Concert.” He opened his briefcase and pulled out a set
of photographs. “Our operative obtained
these from La Chira confidential files. They are photographs of photographs of your
design spec.” He passed the photos to Wade who reviewed them and then passed
them to Truscott.
“Do we know where they
got these?” Brenda asked.
“No, they don’t even
know. We do know they paid two hundred
thousand for them. The middle man was
professional; he or she arranged it so they never actually met with La Chira’s representative.
It was done through a series of elaborate steps to ensure there was
never a face to face meeting. We do know
the exchange was done in
“So there’s no way to
catch them?” Brenda fumed. “I don’t
believe it. Do you have any idea how
much we spent on developing the Minstrel?
For these bastards to just help themselves to our work,” She said
shaking her head. “This is unacceptable,
gentlemen. They must be caught and made
to pay!”
“I agree,” Truscott
said. “And we do have a chance. We have a system where each set of diagrams
are individually codes to keep track of them.
We use watermark primarily, but the way these specs were photographed,
the watermark can’t help. Like Mr. Beeks pointed out, we’re dealing with professionals. Fortunately, watermarks are not the only way
we keep track of them. We used various
subtle methods to mark our diagrams.
When Mr. Beeks first showed me these
photographs I consulted our source book and I can tell you these particular
diagrams were issued to the VP of Marketing.”
“Ellen Stanton? But she’s been with us for almost fourteen
years; worked her way up. You’re
suggesting she sold us out?”
“I’m suggesting she’s
either dishonest or incompetent. Either
she did sell the plans or got careless and allowed someone to make copies under
her nose. We’ve check her finances and
there’s no sign of the two hundred thousand anywhere, but that’s not unusual,
it could be sitting in an overseas bank somewhere.”
“That doesn’t make
sense?” Brenda comments. “She would not
risk her career for only two hundred thousand.
We match up to ten percent of her salary on her 401k and with bonuses
she will have well over two million by the time she retires. If she’s caught, she’ll get dismissed,
prosecuted and not be able to get a job as a burger flipper at a fast food
place. Also I’ve known her for years, she’s not careless. I can’t picture her
violating our security procedures and leaving the plans unprotected.”
Beeks
shrugged. “There is a third option, blackmail.
There are people who will go to great length for two hundred thousand
and everyone has secrets they don’t want coming out. I understand Ms. Stanton
recently went through a divorce.”
“Yes, but it wasn’t a
bad one. All assets were split down the
line and each party kept their respective retirement plan intact.”
“Maybe Ms. Stanton had
to do certain things to bring about those results. Let me ask you this, has Ms. Stanton made
many business trips to
“Yes, we have a large
number of clients there, plus there were a number of trade shows there, as
well.”
“Then that’s the place
to start. I’ll need her travel and
airline records, phone records, charge card statements and list of her visitors. I’ll also look at her private phone and
credit card records. I all ready have
her checking account records. I venture
to say if she was doing something that could lead to blackmail, it’ll be
somewhere in those records, it always is.
People usually think their being so clever. They’re shocked when they find out they’re
really not.”
Jessica Armstrong opens
the door and I walk in to her condo.
She’s not in her Solar Woman costume, which is disappointing since she
looks sexy in it, but she is in her mayor mode.
She’s wearing a blue jacket and matching pants, white silk shirt and
black pumps. She’s even wearing a pair
of glasses she doesn’t really need. With
her hair up she looks every bit the serious, no nonsense, mayor she is. She doesn’t look happy to see me, she never
does. I picked this time to come see her for a reason. Having just come home from work, she has the
most tension to work off. This is when
she appreciates the sex the most, a good fucking helps her bleed off all this
tension and stress; it’s when she wants and needs it the most, so this is when
she’s the most enthusiastic.
“Does it have to be
now?” she asks as she locks the door and starts walking in to the bedroom.
I feel like teasing her.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I do have
something to take care of, so I’ll make it another time.” I start walking back to the door.
“No!” she says. “Let get this over with.”
She can be so
predictable sometimes. I follow her in
to the bedroom. She has an envelope
which she gives me. I put it unopened on
her dresser. She removes her jacket and hangs it in the closet. Slips off her pumps, unbuckles her pants and
steps out of them. She goes through the
motions of hanging them up in the closet too and putting her pumps in a special
shelf for her shoes. I’ve never been
sure if she’s a control or neatness freak.
Her condo is spotless and tastefully decorated. It’s also very
expensive. No doubt about it, her daddy
left her a lot of money. She takes off
the fine silk shirt, first unbuttoning her cuffs then her front and puts that
in the laundry bin. She’s now standing
there in her black silk thong and matching bra, right out of the Victoria
Secrets catalogue, and expensive nylons.
She stands there looking over her things in her walk in closet. In other
words she letting me have a look at her while appearing not to. After a minute, she sits on the bed and
slowly removes the panties. Then she
stands up and deposits them in the laundry bin too. Now standing before me, she reaches behind
her back and unsnaps her bra, letting it slip off, setting her magnificent
breast free. She turns around, showing
me her equally magnificent ass, hooks the sides of her thong with her thumbs
and slowly pulls them down, stepping out of them. She’s about to put them in the bin.
“Just dropped them on
the floor,” I order her. “You can pick
them up later.”
She does and stands
there facing me, completely naked. I
can’t take my eyes off of her; she’s the best I’ve ever seen. Samantha Smart, when she’s StarDust, has bigger tits, and Moira Jones has a better
ass, but total package, Jessie is the best.
Her face is probably her best feature, she absolutely beautiful. I stare
at her for a minute until she brings me out of it.
“You’re just going to
stand there all evening?”
I get naked and walk up
to her, take her in my arms and kissed her hard on her mouth. She puts her arms around me and kisses
back. I like kissing her the best
because she’s the best kisser, she knows how.
I often wonder where she learned, she puts so much passion in them. My cock gets hard fast, suddenly poking her.
It always take her a bit by surprise, she always jumps a little. We walk to her bed.
“Now you sanctimonious
bitch, let’s get you fucked,” I say to her.
She falls back on the bed and stared at my erect cock.
“Like what you see you
self righteous whore?”
She raised her legs up
as I moved the cock she was so captivated by to the entrance of her pussy. I twirled it around the entrance of her
pussy, slowly getting closer, until it made contact with her clit. Her eyes looked like they would pop out of
her head. I slowly continued softy
rubbing her pussy lips with the head, teasing her by caressing the pink wall of
her opening, but never quite penetrating her.
She gets very wet, very fast.
I’ve been doing this for over a year.
I know what gets her going. This
is one hot bitch that needs to be teased.
In fact she demands it. I
continued to play with her sensitive labia and soft bush for the next fifteen
minutes while licking and biting her nipples.
“UHH,
UHH, OHH!” She begins moaning.
She doesn’t want to ask me to stick it in, she’s resisting, but sooner
or later she going to. A few more
minutes and the first orgasm hits her hard.
Another several minutes of teasing and the second one comes on.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!” I kiss her again, playing with her tongue,
and she put her hands behind my head to make it last. When done I move to nibble on her ear. She likes this. My cock is still massaging her labia lips and
my hand is working her tit. I’m just
dragging it out. Experience has taught
me that this is how to get Ms High and Mighty to surrender. She doesn’t want to ask but her eyes are
begging me to fuck her. She knows what
she must do for that to happen.
“All
right! Please fuck
me like the cheap, worthless whore that I am,” she cries. “I need your cock in me, where it belongs.”
“Hey, all you had to do
was ask,” I said. That didn’t mean I was
going to hurry. I put my cock against her
opening and proceeded slowly, very slowly inching my way in. She put her hands on my ass, trying to push
in to her. She’s not as strong as she
thinks she is. I rotated my hips, slowly
filling her with my cock.
“Yes, yes,” she said,
biting her lower lip. She holds on to my
arms, squeezing harder and harder. I began to pump away at her hard.
“OH GOD YES,” she
screamed throwing her head back. “Unggggawwwwd….Arrrrgggawwwd”
I loved it too. The feel of her against my body, it’s the
best part of all this. I start working
her great breasts and rock hard nipples with my mouth. She loves it too; she wraps her long shapely
legs around my waist to hold me in place.
We kiss and she shoves her tongue down my throat. The next orgasm hits her a minute later and
then my cock erupts in side of her.
We lie on her bed, next
to each other, both covered with sweat, but not for long. What we just did was the warm up. As much as
she enjoys getting fucked, there’s something she loves way more, way, way more.
She starts fondling my balls while she moves down and sucks my cock. There’s
something very enticing about watching the head of the holier than thou Solar
Woman and the Mayor of Star City going up and down on my cock and this is
without me even ordering her to do it.
She’s not doing it very fast causes she’s not looking to get me to cum;
she just wants me hard again. She’s
anxious for me to do her ass. Yes folks, you have right, Jessica Armstrong
loves getting fucked in the ass. Her ass
is so sensitive that taking it up there drives her crazy. When I first started doing her, she would
keep repeating “Not my ass! Not my ass, please!”
So naturally I did her ass. I
thought it was because she just didn’t like getting ass fuck, it turns out it’
just the opposite, she loves it. It’s
her weakness, her vice; she didn’t want to because she loses control. I’ve given a lot of women orgasms, but
machine gun orgasms are rare. Not with
Jessie, just give her a good ass fucking and she will produce them on
queue. It’s extraordinary to watch and
besides, it’s not like she’s the only one who’s enjoying it.
I turn her on her
stomach, put her knees under her hips, sticking her ass up, presenting me with
an excellent target. I get behind her
and start pounding away at her exposed ass.
She quickly starts moaning.
“Slower,” she gasps
through clinched teeth. I aim to please
as I slow down, grinding my hips in a circular motion. She reaches between her legs and plays with
my hanging balls while I continue to fuck her ass. I can see her face in the mirror in front of
us. It’s a cool sight; she’s actually
cross eyed with her ass up in the air as she absorbs my entire cock up her
ass. If only the citizens of
When she comes to I’m
sitting on the bed next to her head. I gentle stroke her scalp. “Have a nice rest?” I ask.
“Bastard,” she mumbles.
I smile. I put some of her lotion on my hands and begin stroking and caressing
her shoulders and upper back.
“OOHHH!” she moans. She
loves it when I massage her, just like I love it when she does it to me. She likes it more when I move down to her
lower back.
“MMMMM,” she starts
cooing. She continues cooing and moaning
as I work my way to her ass.
“Oh, harder,” she
says. After a few minutes I get to her
thighs. She loves me doing her
hamstring, but it’s me rubbing her inner thighs that get her wet again.
“Oh baby,” she moans
when I do her calves.
“Oh yes,” when I get to
her feet. I lift her face and we kiss
for a long time. I then playfully slap
her ass. Let get cleaned up. We go to her bathroom and shower
together. I got to fuck her one more
time in there. She leans facing the wall
and I enter her from behind, pumping away.
She has another orgasm. After we
scrub each other clean, we towel each other off.
“You staying the night,”
she asks.
“Not tonight, I’m
working a case. But let’s have dinner.”
After we ate, I get dressed; put the envelope in my jacket pocket and leave.
I don’t understand these
four women. I‘ve been fucking them for
over a year and I still can’t figure them out.
They love sex, any kind of sex.
It’s hard not to see them for what they are, absolute sluts. I mean I’m considered pretty good in bed but
these women just produce orgasms at an unbelievable rate. Yet, before I came
alone, they rarely had sex. Mostly, when
some street thugs they were going after gets the jump on them and fucks them
stupid; other then that they didn’t seem to have any type of social life. Even
now the only sex they ever get is with me.
It’s so strange; they’re absolute sluts who practice extreme self
denial. It’s like they’re a weird order
of monks. They act like they despise me,
yet they always show up on time for every meeting I set. When I order them to go away with me for a
weekend or vacation, they show up packed, on time, and ready to go. Their resistance to my blackmail amounts to
calling me some names, giving me some dirty looks and that’s it. They might put up a front they don’t want to
have sex with me but when I act like I’m willing to put it off, like I did
today with Jessie, they always come back with a line like “Let’s get it over
with,” or “might as well,” or “Now’s a good as time as any,” and they fuck like
bitches in heat.” It’s like they want
and need the sex, but don’t want to admit it to themselves. I don’t get it, but what the hell, it’s all
good.
Ellen Stanton sat in a
chair in front of Brenda Wade’s desk.
Wade sat behind her desk burning holes in
“Ms. Wade, there must be
some mistake,”
“Mo
mistake!” Wade cuts her off.
“The plans that fell in to La Chira’s hands
came from you. You cost this company
millions.”
“I would never….”
“Don’t give me
that! Did you really think you could get
away with it? This is the thanks I get.
I gave you a good job; promoted you up the ranks, paid you a generous
salary and benefits, stock options and you sell us out the first chance you
get. I thought you were a superior woman, instead, you’re just a foul
miscreant.”
Tear formed in Ellen’s
eyes “You don’t understand…”
“Don’t insult my
intelligence! Ellen, you’re fired. Security is searching your office right now; there
are two more security men outside waiting to escort you out the building. We’ve revoked you’re stock options, canceled
your health insurance. I’ve ordered our
attorneys to file suit against you; we’ll take everything, you’re house, you’re
401K, IRA, all you’re savings. You’re
going to be lucky to find a job as a cheap hooker in
Wade stood up and walked
around her desk, toward a distraught
“The only thing we’re
here to discuss is whether you go to jail or not. In case you haven’t heard, industrial
espionage is against the law in this country.
You should get a lawyer, but you won’t have much money. Legal aid is cheap, I’m sure they will do a
great job of defending you against our law suit and my team of high powered
attorneys. The public defender’s office will do an adequate job of defending
you against the criminal charges, I’m sure.”
By this time Ellen was
crying controllably.
“Ellen, you have only
one chance of keeping out of jail and that’s to tell us everything. Don’t leave anything out, don’t lie, just
tell us everything. Do you understand?”
Ellen nodded. “Good,” Wade continued. “Now who approached you?”
“I don’t know,” Ellen
sobbed. “I never got a look at him. I’m
not even sure it was a he. I received a message in my hotel with photographs of
me and my boyfriend. It said if I didn’t
show up at room 1C of the Excelsior hotel, these pictures and more would go to
my husband. When I got there the door
was unlocked. I walked in; the room was
dark, curtains drawn and these bright lights suddenly shine in my face. I couldn’t see. He or she was there behind the lights, all I
could see is a black silhouette and that’s it.
He spoke through a microphone that disguised his voice, made it
deeper. He told me what he wanted. I said I couldn’t, didn’t have access, but he
knew I did, he seem to know everything.”
“How was delivery made?”
“Two weeks later, I
dropped off an envelope at this mail drop store in Avenue G and
“Ok,” Wade said. She called the two security guards waiting in
the outer office. “These gentlemen will
escort you off the premises. There are two police officers waiting for you at
the main entrance with a warrant for your arrest.”
“What?” Ellen
shrieked. “But you said if I tell you
everything I wouldn’t go to jail.”
“I lied,” Wade replied
as she turned her back to Ellen. “You
hurt this company, my company. Nobody is
allowed to do that and get away with it.
You are going to prison for a long time.
I’ve already spoken to my friend the judge. She has political aspirations and need my
campaign contributions for her run for Congress. I’m sure she won’t disappoint me.”
Ellen Stanton was
dragged from Brenda Wade’s office in complete
shock. Man, what an evil bitch, thought Beeks. And such a great body; she needs a good
fucking. That would improve her nasty
disposition. Wade walked back behind her
desk and looked at Beeks.
“It’s not much, but it
does give me something to work with,” he said.
“I’ll leave for
“Good,” Wade’s replied.
“Keep me appraise.”
TO
BE CONTINUED