And Then There Were None

Frank was breathing heavily. Two gorgeous set of breasts were on semi display in front of him. If Rhonda's pink nipples had not been enough, he was now staring at Laura round and full breasts. Her nipples were of a darker color and he could make out a small round black birth mark just above the right nipple.

He was sure these chic looking ladies were MBA's representing stock market firms from the East Coast, propagating the technological and financial prowess of this Chinese company. It was not unknown for stock market firms to advertise their client company thru their other group companies, thus building up a good awareness about the company's products and their future prospects. When the public issue came up, the shares were picked at a high premium. They also got a nice cut and so did their employees.

Maybe, just maybe, he could impress these two ladies with his financial acumen. They did have a set of nice-looking tits.

"With my immense financial prowess and connections in the right places in the corporate world of this great, wonderful city, I'm sure I can be of some help to you beautiful ladies," Frank bragged.

Rhonda and Laura looked at each other, as though trying to make up their minds. That was not the case. The message going between them was simple. The bastard was well and truly hooked. Now they had to just carefully reel him in to his destruction.

"Well, I don't know..." hesitated Laura and sat back properly, bringing the boob peek show to a close for Frank.

"What do you say, Rhonda?"

As if on cue, Rhonda leaned back on her chair, denying Frank any further look at her pink nipples.

"Frank, this is a big money game. They need the right people in the right financial places to advertise the profitability of being associated with them. Please understand, this is big-time, Frank. As a reward, our Chinese clients will be issuing shares at the current prices thru private investment mode. Once they do an issue and get listed on the Honk Kong Stock Exchange, the share prices are going to go thru the roof. Then these private investors who helped them build a pre-launch goodwill image can reward themselves by selling the shares they hold at a hefty premium."

"So, Frank, this how it works. Our Chinese clients are not here for making a cent or two... I hope you understand," Rhonda said in a condescending tone, as though Frank was some kind of an illiterate prairie boy with a nickel or two in his pocket.

Frank looked back at them aghast. These big city, chic women considered him lowly and unworthy of doing business with! A poor country side bumpkin with starry eyes!

Frank took a deep breath and swelled up his chest. He was gonna show these two women that Frank was the best.

"Ladies, how many shares do you need sell?" he almost thundered.

"Frank, it's okay. We won't bother you," Rhonda started in a pacifying tone.

"Two million dollars' worth," interjected Laura quickly.

"In two days' time, Frank," Rhonda continued. "That's the time frame we have been given to meet our target, or else another team steps in."

"You really think you can help us, Frank?" Laura asked. Her tit show was on again.

Frank deliberated silently. He knew he could rope in some of his clients. But two million bucks in two days? He sure he could raise up a close to a million possibly, but two days...

"Two days, you say. Can that be stretched a bit by..." Frank didn't get to finish his thought. Both set of tits were back on display. Maybe, maybe, if he could get a reward, flashed through his greedy mind.

"What's my cut?" he asked.

"Our commission is twenty percent. Maybe we split say fifty-fifty," Rhonda replied.

"In fact, you can retain your commission and wire the remaining money to the account of Bendan Ltd," Laura added in a professional tone.

Frank sat contemplating. Could he do it? That was some quick money to be made in just two days. He then looked back at the two beautiful ladies sitting in front of him. They were sipping their drinks and looking back at him expectantly.

"Give me all the marketing catalogues you have for Bendan Ltd, I'll spread them around."

"Sound great," Laura chirped.

Frank looked at her cute face, his eyes drawn to her luscious lips. He imagined stuffing his cock inside Laura's mouth.

"Ladies, if I get you the two million dollars, I will need something more than a cut in the commission."

"Really, Frank, what?" Rhonda asked with an innocent tone.

"An evening of fun and partying with you two lovely ladies, especially fun," Frank replied, with an extra emphasis on the last word he spoke.

Rhonda and Laura looked at each other. Their plan had worked. They looked back at Frank with a smile on their faces. "Yes, my dear, fun we'll definitely have all night long."

They exchanged numbers and Frank gave his office address. With a parting kiss, the ladies left.

Frank remained seated for some time, thinking hard. Where would he get the two million dollars? Two million for fucking two ladies, with his commission included. Hell, man, these big city girls were expensive.

*****

Back at Dave's house, Evelynn recounted all that had happened at the restaurant.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll send him across all the information he needs about Bendan Ltd. I shared some internet links today. He can go thru all the financial information on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange,' Evelynn said triumphantly.

"It will be all seem correct, too," Dave said with a huge grin on his face.

"Share the information tomorrow, then lie low for a day or two. Tell him you are meeting some more clients, just in case he can't come up with the two million dollars."

She put down her empty glass of wine and looked at him. "It's time we took our shower."

*****

It was a repeat of the previous time when they took the shower together. Neither of them said anything. There was nothing to say. They had this natural attraction towards each other, they also knew their limitations and the respect and trust that Dave had to maintain for his wife.

Once showered, Dave went down to the living room to wait for Evelynn. He had never thought he would ever be doing what he was doing with Evelynn, that high-class escort girl. He had felt intimated by her when he first saw her entering the family restaurant. However, as he got to know her more, it was as though there were two Evelynn's living in the same body. The first one would be boldly moving out to meet Larry and his kind, and then there was this other woman, a kinda farm-fresh variety. Dave shook his head. He could not understand her.

While Dave waited downstairs, Evelynn finished drying and brushing her hair. She stepped back into the bathroom and picked up the condom containing Dave's semen safely ensconced inside the condom by the knot Evelynn had applied earlier. She kissed the condom, put it in her bag and went downstairs.

Dave was waiting for her. As she came down the stairs, he gave her a small envelope.

"Open it," he said.

Evelynn looked inside. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

"Yes, it is," Dave said, his tone again becoming like it was when this whole nightmare had started.

Evelynn dropped it inside her purse, gave him a quick hug and a good night kiss and walked over to her car.

*****

A DAY LATER

Frank DuPont came to office early, earlier than his staff. The previous night he had gone through all the details he could find on Bendan Ltd. He was impressed. Floated about ten years back, the company had since come a long way. The company had continuously pumped in money thru private investors for strengthening its software's coding platform. Whispers were that Bendan was planning to come out with an issue on the stock market. Bendan planned to go global, and to do so it needed funds. These were all just stock market gossip, and the Board and kept silent when asked.

Those broads were telling the truth, after all. If he invested now as a private investor and held on to his shares for some years, he could then sell them for a couple of million. Bendan was one hot property. A thought suddenly occurred to him. Why involve his clients at all? If he could get that money, he could make all the investment. He had a couple of shell companies that he used to help some of his clients to move money, so to speak. He might use that route to benefit himself. Frank smiled. These lovely ladies didn't think much of him, well, he was going to surprise them.'

Who would give him that kind of money at such a short notice?

Then he smiled. He knew just the guy. Ivan Popov, better known as Ivan the Terrible. He represented the Russian mafia brotherhood or the Bratva. He had helped Popov in the past by routing money earned from gambling and prostitution into some good investments in blue-chip companies through some of the shell companies he had. Ivan was over six feet five, heavily built and with no scruples whatsoever. He also had his ways of getting his money from those who refused to pay.

He picked up his cell phone and made a call. Ivan picked up.

"Privet Frankie," the voice at the other end said. Ivan was proud of his Russian ancestry.

Frankie started talking. He explained to Ivan how he intended to make millions within the next year through investing in this Chinese venture. He made a good sales pitch. He explained the returns he would be getting and the money Ivan would earn for the Bratva.

"So, Ivan, will you invest in my venture. Our venture, so to speak?"

Ivan didn't reply immediately. He was known not make a hasty decision. Once taken, there was no turning back for him. Frank could hear him breathing heavily, as his brain clicked and whirred into motion.

"What's the collateral you offer me, my drook," he finally rasped out in a mix of English and Russian.

Frank was ready for that. "I'll put my home and the shares I have in some blue-chip companies in favor of the company you choose," he replied eagerly.

"Yes, my friend, I will help you. But this is big money and I have a condition."

"Tell me," Frank asked eagerly.

"You have agreed to put your home in my name, am I not correct?"

"Yeah, I will do that"

"So that means I get to own everything in that home?"

"Well, yes, you could put it that way, "replied Frank impatiently, wondering what was going on in Ivan's mind.

"Then remember, my friend I get your socialite wife, also. She will be mine till you pay back every cent you owe me."

This took Frank by surprise. But then things wouldn't be coming to that.

"You... you want to fuck my wife?"

"You promised me your home, so I take everything in it. Is it a deal?"

Frank thought quickly; in one year he would be rolling in millions. No way could he touch Gabriella.

"It's a deal, Ivan."

In the course of the day, Ivan transferred two million from his various legitimate companies to similar such companies belonging to Frank.

The next day, Frank made the transfers to the Hong Kong account Rhonda had given him. There had been some online forms that needed to be filled out, and Frank did everything himself as he didn't want anyone else to be on the know. This was close to what could be termed as insider trading, and he wanted to play safe.

*****

Dave sat in his den, viewing messages coming on his screen. This was day two, and Frank was keeping to his promise. He nodded as the last of the transfers reached the designated account he had opened. Dave then started doing replies to Frank, all of them thru an office email in the name of Bendan Ltd, thanking Frank for his decision to buy shares in their company. The communique went on to say that the allotment of shares would be happening the next day and he would be kept informed of the Board's decision.

That done, Dave began opening the bank accounts where Frank had just parked his money and began giving further set of instructions to the banks. As each instruction given by him was successfully executed, he noted down the final numbers on a piece of paper which he then put in an envelope.

He called Evelynn. "The transfers are done. Let the last and final part play out."

*****

Rhonda called up Frank and gave him the name of the restaurant where he was to make a booking for their evening dinner. It was the same place where Jill had met Frank and Larry, earlier, but this didn't register in Frank's mind. He complied with the lady's wish.

The two women were on time. If they had any misgivings, they didn't show it. Frank welcomed them with a big smile and a kiss on the cheeks, taking in their beauty. Both were dressed to seduce. As they sipped their drink, the two ladies eyed their kill. Frank was boasting how he had arranged the money in two days.

"So, Rhonda, I bet you never thought I could deliver, did you?" Frank said in an arrogant tone.

"Thanks for helping us in earning our commission, Frank. Without you, this would have been difficult," Rhonda said with a look of false wonderment on her face.

"Hey, remember I got to earn something, too, and here I am dining with two beautiful ladies," Frank said as he mentally undressed Rhonda. This was gonna be a fun night.

Laura grabbed Frank by his arm. "Frank, let's dance," she said, and dragged him to the floor with her. There were some other couples there and the two mingled amongst them. Rhonda watched them intently. The moment they reached the far end of the floor, Rhonda opened the envelope Dave had given her. She took out one piece of white paper laced with oxycodone, just like the one Larry had used on Jill. She saw Laura giving her a knowing look. Rhonda smiled back, and continued stirring Frank's drink with the white paper.

When Laura and Frank returned, Frank finished his glass with a flourish. Dancing with Laura had been fun. He had felt her boobs, her ass and even pushed his bulge against her stomach. All along, she had been suggestively smiling back at him. Now it was Rhonda's turn. He got up and led Rhonda by her hand to the floor.

As they moved across the floor, Frank could feel his cock responding to the nearness of this lovely woman. He moved closer and began cupping her breasts.

"Frank, behave yourself, the night is still young," Rhonda said with a look that indicated the opposite of what she had just said. Frank pulled her closer and pressed against her belly. Rhonda let out a low fake moan, urging him on. By then, the laced drink was starting to have its effect on Frank's primal hormones and he began running his hand over her ass. In the meantime, Laura quietly kept stirring the second white paper in Frank's freshly-filled glass.

Frank had never felt so hungry for sex. Maybe it was the combination of partying with these two sexy big-city bitches and the smart business deal he had done. Little did he know that the substance mixed in his drink was taking his lust for copulation higher and higher. He was visibly breathing hard. This was not lost on Rhonda and Laura. Dave's plan was working.

The partying continued, and the girls were going full throttle. They were back at their table and pressing themselves against Frank, who was sitting between them. The evening was going well. His wife was attending one of her many high-class social gatherings and would be home late. He had enough time to fuck Rhonda and Laura. His breathing was getting harder as the effects of the laced drinks increased. He zipped his fly down and placed Rhonda's hand on his pulsating member. The restaurant being dimly lit and the seating private, anyone passing by wouldn't immediately notice anything happening under the table. Rhonda began playing with Frank's cock. The drug was doing a good job. Frank grunted and began running his hand over Laura's thigh.

Laura took Frank's hand and placed it on her panties. The squeezing of Frank's cock and the rubbing of Laura's panties continued. Frank was losing control. He desperately wanted to push Rhonda's face down and shove his throbbing phallus into her inviting mouth. In his highly heightened sexual mood, he failed to notice the unspoken message passing between the two women.

Laura clasped Frank's hand that was furiously rubbing her crotch, and whispered, "One last dance, Frankie, before we take the party elsewhere."

"Yeah, yeah, one last dance," croaked Frank. His urge for sex was now uncontrollable.

The two made their way to the dance floor with Frank openly cupping Laura's buttocks, while Rhonda began stirring Frank's fresh drink with another white paper. Frank's sexual urge was beyond control. Due to the mix of alcohol and drugs, the veins on his cock and groin were swelling, thickening, and in this condition, Frank couldn't dance for long. They were soon back at the table. Frank's eyes were large and red, and he was panting and seemingly short of breath. He quickly finished his drink and stood up, his sexual urgency making him crazy.

"Let's go, I have a room booked for us in a nearby hotel," he panted.

The two women looked at each other, then Rhonda spoke. "Frank, me and Laura like it rough and a bit adventurous."

"What do have in mind?" blurted Frank.

"How about the Jefferson Park neighborhood?" Rhonda prompted.

"Yeah, it'll be fun doing it in the back seat," Laura added.

"And really rough," Rhonda said in a faked happy tone.

Frank thought about it. He remembered fucking Jill in that place. She had been super sexed up with the laced drinks he and Larry had given her, and had been one wild pussy that night. A pity she passed out midway, just when he had penetrated her ass. This time it was gonna be two women with him.

"What are we waiting for, girls, let's go."

"Wait for us in the car, while we make a quick visit to the powder room," Rhonda said with a smile.

"Just be quick," he grumbled, breathing heavily. He needed sexual relief in a big way, and fast.

Once inside the restroom, Rhonda called Dave.

"We're going to the Jefferson Park neighborhood."

"How many doses did you mix in his drink?" Dave asked.

"Three. And they are showing their effect. He is really horny, and his breathing has gone all heavy and funny," she said.

"Good, just get him there, Evelynn. Remember, I will be close by in case you need me. A couple of Harry's men will also be there, just in case a patrol car turns up."

"You... you will be watching us... umm... doing it?" Evelynn asked in a hesitant tone.

Dave got a funny feeling that despite being an escort, Evelynn was somehow feeling embarrassed with him being near her when she was in the act. He would never be able to understand this woman; she was way beyond his level, in spite of her chosen profession.

"I'll be in the neighborhood in case you need help, but I am no peeping tom," Dave said softly.

He heard an audible sigh of relief from the other end.

"We're leaving now, Dave," she said.

...

Frank drove fast. He was a man in a hurry, with his male libido sky rocketing due to the dugs taking hold of his body. Rhonda and Laura sat in the rear, talking, giggling and prodding Frank to make it quickly to their fucking spot.

Frank screeched to a halt and rushed to the back seat with the two women. He pushed down his trouser to his ankles. His drug-induced excited phallus sprang out from his boxers. Frank grabbed Rhonda by her hair and pulled her down on his cock. "Suck it, suck it hard," he cried out hoarsely, gasping for breath. "Lift your skirt, remove your panties and push your ass towards me," he cried out to Laura. As Laura obliged, Frank grabbed her by her hips, pulled her to his face and began licking her ass crack, he alternately scratched her smooth cheeks and bit them. He needed sex, he desperately needed sex.

"Yeah, yeah babe, suck it harder," Frank groaned as he looked at Rhonda's mouth working feverishly on his phallus. He was having problems. His cock seemingly wanted to become more and more erect and kinda shoot out of his body and inside Rhonda's eager mouth.