The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 03byHarveyMarcus©
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Monday morning at the office was a minefield. One misstep, and I'd give my boss's boss Dick Tashun cause to complain because I didn't meet his boss Clyde Hunter's high expectations. After grinding through the paper trails, I was close to identifying a pattern in the mess of project status memos and scraps of poorly organized handwritten notes. They all pointed to a vendor named Omniscient Software, whoever they were.
I scanned my emails for the important project-related ones. My fellow employees created spam every day and didn't even realize it. Messages that had nothing to do with me, or messages on which I was copied so a peer could show off. Damn! Only every once in a while, a juicy one, one that grabbed my attention. And there it was, in black and white. Our company had signed a contract for a comprehensive software suite from Omniscient Software that would impact our servers, desktops, laptops and handheld devices. Only one problem - it duplicated a perfectly fine system composed of third-party applications integrated with our own homebrew applications. If the contract was executed, we'd face the same old connectivity issues we did when I was an associate programmer just starting with the company. And every ongoing project would be impacted by the implementation, which is why conversion dates were slipping and costs were overrunning. That always happens when the vendor is in charge.
I wondered why we'd gone to the expense of such a massive endeavor when in flounced Reese, Dick Tashun's niece. As usual, she oozed sex: silky beige blouse that more than hinted at her bust, a modest brown skirt below the knee, dark nylons and spiked heels. One shoulder was weighed down with a large rectangular sample case.
"Hello, Harvey." Her voice was smooth and deep, and sexy as all hell. My cock twitched and she was still fully dressed.
"Hello, Reese. To what do I owe the honor?" If she was consistent, she'd want me in between her legs. And that could be arranged, but not in my office. Not with everything else I had to do. Maybe later, as a reward, when I straightened everything out, I'd let her straighten me out.
"We're going to be working together." Reese put the boxy sample case on my credenza on the sidewall. She repositioned it several times, turned back to me, and then adjusted it again. Zenellis had been a professional at videotaping his guests up in Wisconsin. His daughter had been good student of her father, trying to videotape her secretary and me in her office. Compared to them, Reese was a rookie. The fat briefcase held a video camera, and Reese was attempting blackmail, and badly.
Just to frustrate her, I slid my chair to the back edge of the desk mat, out of the frame. She pursed her lips and repositioned the briefcase yet again. "Really? How so?"
"Didn't Uncle Dick tell you? I'm your account rep from Omniscient Software."
I rolled back close to my desk, mostly to hide my growing erection, and nodded. "You got Tashun, uh, Uncle Dick, to slide the contract and subsequent purchase order right through." Just like his cock and mine had slid right between her labia. Multiple times for me.
She put her fists on her hips. "He did not! I got your order myself without any of his help. In fact, he advised against!" Her face got redder, clashing with the beige and browns.
Maybe there was hope for a rational Tashun after all. "So I guess I'm stuck with you." After she'd leave, I'd review the contract for escape clauses. She didn't deserve to know my next move. Unless it was pelvic in and out.
She moved close to my desk but made sure not to block me from the hidden video cam. "I'd prefer if you were stuck in me. You got time for a nooner?"
I checked my watch. It was barely ten-thirty. "I'm afraid not. I've just gotten back to this position, and that purchase impacts everything we're doing. Mr. Hunter assigned me to project manage-"
"Wonderful." Her fingers toyed with the buttons on her blouse. "Then I'll be working under you. So I guess you'd better be getting on top."
I was tempted to shut my door, block it with a side chair and fuck Reese on my desk. I knew just how good it would feel. I started to rise up from my chair to implement my plan when the phone rang. I held up a single finger to Reese and answered the phone. "Hello, Marcus speaking."
Reese kicked my door shut.
"Hello? This is Elizabeth Harden. You probably don't know my name-"
Damn solicitor. I wanted off the phone so I could have my quickie with Reese before we were detected. "If you could get to the point-"
"It wasn't easy to track you down." There was a loud sigh. "I saw you briefly at Underwuud Studios. I was in the hallway?"
This was the stunning beauty? Reese had completed unbuttoning her blouse and draping on the side chair. Her fingers were working the zipper on her skirt. I wasn't sure if I was more turned on by Reese or the memory of that gorgeous creature who had her photos taken by Angie and then made out with her in public. Maybe a bit of both. "Yes, I remember you." Who could forget a woman who looked like that?
"It's bothered me ever since that you saw us - me and Angelina - being intimate. That's what I'd like to speak with you about. Can you come over for dinner on Wednesday night?"
There was more to the story? But who was I to refuse having dinner with such a beautiful woman? I flipped the pages of my paper desk calendar. Wednesday had "Bowling?" as a notation, but seeing Elizabeth again would be better than a three hundred score. And maybe I'd score with her. Nah, no chance with a woman like that. "Wednesday would be fine." Reese's skirt was in a circular pile around her feet. Her panties were sheer, almost see-through. "Very fine."
"Good. We have a penthouse in Trump Tower. Six o'clock. My husband Unger and I will be expecting you."
Husband? "Uh, yeah." Damn! So much for intimacy.
"Until then, Mr. Marcus."
I hung up. Reese stripped down to bra, panties, stockings, garter belt and heels, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She was horny and I was the cure. A few moments previous, I'd actually considered the possibility of a quickie. But with the interruption-
Reese squeezed her breasts almost launching them over the top of her bra. "We're going to have such fun, working together. And we can start right now, if you're ready." Her thighs rubbed together, making a sensual rasp.
I was well-hung and firm for action. As I reached out for Reese to come closer, the phone rang again. Damn. I shrugged. Reese pouted something fierce. "Hello, Marcus speaking."
"Hold for Mr. Abel." The line flipped to classical Muzak, my least favorite kind. I didn't know any Abel.
"Marcus, this is Unger Abel. I've got a job for you."
The name Unger is not all that popular and I'd just heard it. "Elizabeth's husband?" He probably wasn't too pleased that his wife was inviting me over. And then the name rang a bell. Unger Abel, Chairman of Abel Industries, a huge corporation that rivaled both MultiMax International and Iverson Media Group.
"Yep. And you come well recommended. By Arcuda Zenellis."
"I'm flattered." And confused. Why would Zenellis recommend me for anything, especially after an accident in his product development laboratory turned everybody into sex maniacs and killed his stock price? The old guy died of a heart attack and I was partially to blame. After the stock price bottomed out, MultiMax International picked up the company for a steal. "Did he talk about my technical savvy and creativity?" I hoped.
"Nope. Said you fucked up his Wisconsin orgy."
Abel continued. "Well, that's what it was. Said you were 'a smart asshole that knew how to use his wits and his prick.' Is that you?"
Sounded like Zenellis himself. "Maybe I was the only one who stood up to his conniving and cheating."
"Maybe that's why he both despised and looked up to you. Made me curious, so I dug a bit deeper. Found some interesting things. Then I was chatting with Max at the club. Maximillion Vinibaldi, the name familiar?"
I nodded and swallowed hard, but Abel couldn't see or hear my reaction. "Uh, yes. I've met him."
Abel laughed. "Max was pissed about getting his wife all fancied up with surgery because she cheated on him, incessantly. He scowled when he mentioned most of the incidents, all of which he knew about, but this smile came over his face when he told about catching her in flagrant in a storage shed. With guess who, Mr. Marcus?"
Abel already knew, so why deny it? "Guilty as charged."
Reese's expression was one of puzzlement. What did she think I admitted guilt about? Tired of standing, she sat in my guest chair along the wall and crossed her legs.
"Seems you have a propensity of intimacy with the wife's and daughters of very rich and influential men. Men that are not to be trifled with."
The idea hadn't crossed my mind, but the pattern was there, all right. "So is this blackmail?" Then I remembered that his wife had just invited me for dinner. Was he worried about her fidelity?
"Hardly. You have no assets except the money Zenellis paid you. By the way, you should do something better than a bank account if you don't want that wife of yours finding out."
"Thanks for the financial advice." Abel knew much too much. He probably had a security department that rivaled the FBI. Probably knew what I had for breakfast. "So then why-"
"I could buy and sell you a million times over. Elizabeth told me she was inviting you to dinner. To talk about something that's bothering her. Quite a coincidence, since I was going to call you myself. Tell me the truth, now. Do you find my wife attractive?"
That's a trick question. "Yes, from the brief glance I had." Reese was listening closely.
"Would you have intercourse with her?"
That was an even trickier question, because of the honest answer. I lied. "Of course not."
"Not even if I approved?"
Huh? "Excuse me?"
"Marcus, I've never had children. A huge legacy and no one to pass it down to when I'm gone. Oh yes, Elizabeth will get it all. But what she really wants more than anything is a family, and I want an heir. I'm afraid my sperm are just too feeble. Had your DNA tested, dear boy. No diseases, no genetic weaknesses."
"You did what?" Abel had invaded of privacy. My DNA was my business, not his. I wondered where he'd gotten a sample. "So you want me to donate?" I didn't say sperm because it was none of Reese's business. "I think you've got the wrong guy."
"I've got the right one, and I know it. But no artificial stuff. Too high a risk of failure. The natural way, you and her together."
Just because I'd fucked Maximillion's wife didn't mean I was a cock for hire. Or was I? I felt constrained in what I could say with Reese as a witness. Any comments about sex and she'd be in my lap. "How do you expect-"
"Elizabeth will raise the child as ours. The tike will lack for nothing."
Except for its real father. "That's good to know." Was I agreeing because I couldn't say what I wanted to say in front of Reese? Like 'go to hell'?
"In exchange, I'll double what Zenellis paid you, and set up an offshore account for all of your money - his and mine. No charge for the financial services. Just one thing-"
There always was. "Yes?"
"Having sex with Elizabeth must be her idea. Got it? She has to ask, or you do nothing. And I mean nothing. Not even a kiss."
I relaxed. No rape, not even coercion. Lovely Elizabeth invites me to bed or I'm off the hook. I was safe, she'd never cheat. "Done. I'll see you both Wednesday."
"Oh, and Marcus? We never had this conversation."
"Of course. Good bye."
I hung up. Reese stood up, her arms crossed under her tits. Her bra hung loose. Had she unclasped it when I wasn't looking? "What was that all about?"
"Something you've very familiar with." I wondered what kind of birth control Reese used. Was it possible for me to get her pregnant? I unzipped my pants. Reese heard the sound and smiled.
Just as I pulled my pecker from my pants, in pranced Dick Tashun, her uncle. "Reese! What are you doing? Marcus?"
I remained seated, my cock hidden by my desk. "There's no controlling your niece. I was taking business calls and she decided to undress. I only just found out she works for Omniscient Software. Were you going to tell me that at some point?"
"Reese, put your clothes back on." He stepped past her. "I didn't think it mattered."
Reese positioned herself in the circular pool of skirt material. When she bent over to pull up her skirt, her bra fell forward, and her lovely tits were exposed. She let the bra drop off her arms to the floor. I pushed my stomach up to my desk, so Tashun wouldn't see my exposed and hardening penis.
Tashun leaned on my desk. "I wasn't in favor of this deal, but Hunter had it signed and sealed before I found out." He glanced over his shoulder at his niece, still mostly naked. "Reese, I said get dressed!"
She reached behind to zip up her skirt, thrusting her tits forward. I remembered caressing and sucking them. My cock flinched and struck the bottom of my center drawer. Tashun looked down. I pounded the desk with my fist. "Can't you keep your niece under control? What kind of upbringing did she have, anyway?"
Dick snatched her blouse from the chair and held it out for her. She didn't take it. "I can't excuse her behavior, but Hunter says the contract language specifies her as our representative. We can't remove her without cause." He threaded her arms back into the sleeves of her blouse. Before she buttoned, she reached down and picked up her bra and flashed her bare tits once last time. "And stripping in your office doesn't meet the test, I'm afraid. Come on, dear, your visit with Marcus is over."
She buttoned the middle three buttons, still exposing some cleavage, grabbed her oversized sample case, the one that documented her strip tease and my non-action. At least her blackmail scheme failed. "So long, Harvey. I'll see you Thursday."
Oh no! I'd have to go through this again on Thursday? Well, if she wanted to document bad behavior, two could play at that game. And I had an expert on my side. After I was alone, I dialed up Lorraine Ambury, Lore for short. She'd been Zenellis's audio/video professional for the Wisconsin orgy, Abel's word. Although she didn't know what was being filmed. Only after I exposed the coordinated sex did she agree to help me steal Zenellis's disk array full of father/other daughter videos. And the disk drives were still in my basement, awaiting assembly. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.
I dialed her folks because I didn't have Lore's number. Actually, I had her 'number', pretending my penis was her Lucky Peter. Fucking me got her dreams to come true, and both of us to cum. "Hello?" It was a familiar voice. I'd gotten lucky with Lore before, and again with this call. She was at her folks' house to answer.
"Lore, this is Harvey Marcus."
"Oh, Mr. Marcus, this is like you were reading my mind. I'm living back here at my folks'. You know I was laid off by MultiMax, didn't you?"
'"No, I'm so sorry." I should have asked Maximillion to keep Lore employed as a favor, instead of asking to fuck his sister-in-law. Screwed up priorities. Again.
"But good news. I have an interview tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd rub some of your luck off on me. Like last time?"
Last time was a wild fucking session in her apartment. Lore called my cock her Lucky Peter. I didn't believe that rubbing my prick against her was lucky, but it was hard to argue with success. And I was hard, thinking about how easy it would be to have sex with her. "Sure, but I need two favors."
"I need you to put the video array back together-"
"The one from Wisconsin? You still have the drives?"
The hard disks and the motivation to see the videos. "Yes, and I bought a disk array enclosure that should be perfect. But I also need a set of miniature cameras and microphones, for my own surveillance. Maybe you have some left over?"
"I have a whole box full. I had to uninstall them from all of the rooms afterwards, you know? And Zenellis never told me what to do with them, so I just kept them."
"Great. Bring a couple of sets, and we'll test them out."
"I've also got a small compatible recorder, if that would help."
"Even better! Can you come over tonight? I mean, the drives and cabinet are at my place, and I wouldn't want your folks walking in while I was letting my luck rub off in you. I mean, on you."
"Oh, in me is what I want. I really want. I'll come by after dinner."
That meant I'd be cuming after dinner as well. "See you later."
Harriett and Winifred settled in for the night in front of the living room TV watching cable soap operas. I went down into the basement, preparing for Lore's arrival. The disk array enclosure was in position next to the computer chassis, along with a black and white monitor I'd found at a garage sale. Connected to an analog output port, it was only nine inches diagonal but big enough to view the stealth sex videos captured during Zenellis's father and daughter orgy in Wisconsin. The four bare drives were still in the bubble-wrap shipping. Static-free bags would have been preferred, but I needed to get the drives out quickly before Zenellis discovered I'd ripped him off.
I heard footsteps on the stairs. Lore came through the door with a grocery bag. "Mr. Marcus!" She put the bag on the floor and ran over. When she hugged me tight, memories of holding her, both clothed and naked, rushed back to me. She leaned back, her face flush with anticipation.
I was sure she felt my erection against her belly. "Hi there." I leaned forward and kissed her.
The patented lip quiver was still there. "This is like perfect timing. I just applied for a new job and I could use some of your luck."
She meant fuck. "You know there's no cause and effect, don't you? My Lucky Peter is just a normal penis with no special properties."
Lore's blush spread down her throat. "I know. But I wore my lucky panties today, just in case. Wanna see?"
There was no stopping her. She stepped back, reached under her skirt, I thought to lift and expose. Nope, she pulled the panties down and stepped out of them. She tossed the garment to me. "See?"
Two dice with a total of seven dots exposed adorned the front. "Yep. Lucky seven." She was preparing for both of us to get lucky.
"I brought you the cameras, mikes and recorder in the bag. You can do whatever you want with them."
And her, I expected.
She caressed my camera on its tripod in front of the carpeted stage and backdrop. "Oooh, maybe you take my picture?" She spun, exposing her pussy.
I pointed at the table of equipment. "There's the-"
"Got it. Business before pleasure. Let's get that disk array assembled." I sat back in my armless swivel chair. Lore unwrapped the drives as efficiently as she'd shed her skirt. She bent over, putting drives into their bays. My dick throbbed, her pussy bay on display with each insertion. I desired my own insertion. But Harriett and Winifred were upstairs. Too risky. Lore would have to settle for rubbing crotches through our clothes. "How did you know what order to insert the drives?"