Caught Red Handed

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For every act there are consequences, delicious consequences.
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Linda could not wait for the trip to end. Three days stuck in a 3 star hotel subsisting on bad coffee and stale pastry while listening to discussions on synergistic integration using cross-domain dynamics blab blah blah, she wanted to pull her hair out. Taking a deep breath she reminded herself it was almost over. A breakfast wrap-up session until 9, check out of the hotel by 11 flight takes off at 2, home in time for dinner. Oh who was she kidding, home in time to cook dinner. She shuddered to think what Richard had been feeding the kids while she was gone. She actually moaned when it occurred to her what the house must look like. He was worthless around the house. You would think after getting laid off several months ago he would have at least pulled his weight at home. "But I have resumes to work on, and interviews to schedule." More like beers to drink and sports to DVR. Come to think of it, maybe this trip wasn't so bad. At least she was packed so she could relax for a few hours before check out. Was 9 too early to hit the mini-bar? Glancing at her watch she realized she was late. Shit!

******

With the final crappy meal and even crappier presentation behind her Linda felt her room calling.

"Hey Linda, wait a sec", her boss called to her as he approached with a gait somewhere between a brisk walk and a jog. "I was looking over some of the accounts last night and I wanted to talk to you about some irregularities I found."

Shit! Did he know? No. She was careful. He wasn't good enough to have figured it out. "Ok Mr. Robinson. Did you want to talk now, or when we get back to the office on Monday?"

"I have my notes up in my room. I would have brought them down, but I didn't think a hotel conference room was a good place to talk about this. Why don't you come to my room in about 20 minutes. Number 311."

Her eyes narrowed. His room? That made her a bit uneasy, but his desire not to talk about this in public made sense. This is silly, she was at least 5, okay closer to 10 years older than him. No she didn't have to worry about that. But what if he really knew? She couldn't afford to be fired. She needed the job. Hell the debt was why she stole the money. "Sure. Just let me brush the stale eggs out of my teeth, I'll grab my laptop and be right there."

"Okay but don't take too long, we still have to catch our flight."

******

"Yes, this is John Robinson, room 311. I'm going to need a late check out. Can I stay until 1? I can, great. Mrs. Minor in 403 is going to need the same. No don't bother to call her she isn't in her room. No, thank you. Have a good day."

Smiling John surveyed the room once more. Everything appeared in order. He slid the two chairs just a bit closer together, ostensibly so they could both look at his computer. He actually shuddered with glee. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. I mean sure she wasn't the most beautiful woman he had known, the truth is there were half a dozen student interns and recent grads working for him that were much prettier. But she had some nice curves, and he always had a thing for older women, ever since his neighbor Mrs. Lopez during the summer before college. It paid for shit, but the fringe benefits from mowing lawns that year, phenomenal. Besides, a bird in the crosshairs so to speak.

******

Linda took a deep breath as she waited for the elevator. It's fine. He has no idea. He probably just got confused about some inter-departmental billing rate. Stepping into the elevator she clutched the computer bag a little tighter. It will be fine. She didn't even look at the sign as she got off the elevator. After 3 days she knew, odds were to the right, evens to the left. Looking to the right she passed 301. Other side of the hall, 303, 307. She couldn't help but feel like this was counting down to something. 311.

Rapping her knuckles on the door. "Just a minute." Shortly thereafter the door swung open. She took half a second to appraise her boss. At just over six feet tall he was half a head taller than her. The fit, handsome 30-something had shed his coat and tie. Come to think of it, she had never seen him in anything less than a suit. The shirt certainly didn't do much to hide the definition of his chest and the few undone buttons gave her a glimpse at the relatively smooth complexion of his skin with a sparse amount of chest hair.

"Come on in", he said as he waved his hand and stepped aside.

******

John couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked into the room. While the dress pants were not designed to showcase her figure, they were still feminine and tight where they needed to be. Her top was entirely too conservative for his taste but if he played his cards right that wouldn't matter soon.

Pulling out a chair for her, "Please sit. As you can see here I have been cross checking the bills sent to our clients with the receivables. Here in the spreadsheet on the left you can see that ACME Inc was billed $1230, but the deposit in the sheet on the right was only $1032. Similarly Wayne Enterprises was over billed by $180, and Spacely Sprocket by $220. You can understand why I am concerned about this."

"Oh yes sir. But are you sure about these numbers. Look at ACME. If you switch two digits they are the same amount. Are you certain you didn't make a typo when you were entering these figures?"

"Oh I am quite certain! I triple checked everything. Linda, there is no question, someone was over billing our clients and pocketing the difference."

"That's horrible. Sir if you give me all the documents you have I will find out who did this."

"Linda," he glared at her incredulously, "give me some credit. I already pulled the records on these bills. Every one of them was bottom-lined by you. As best as I can tell you have spent the last month gouging our clients to the tune of $5,220!"

*******

Shit! She knew she was fucked. (Well she didn't know that she was literally fucked, but we'll get there.) Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could she spin this? At least he didn't find all of it. It was more like $9000, give or take. "Mr. Robison I assure you, you must be mistaken. I would never, ever, do such a thing. Please give me your data and I will track down the source of the problem."

"Linda, I know you don't think I am as good as you at these numbers, but don't treat me like I am stupid. There is no question, it was you. I bet if I go back another few months I'll find more. I am afraid I have no choice but to fire you and call the authorities."

"Mr. Robison, I swear I didn't do this."

"STOP! Don't insult my intelligence. If you deny it again I swear I'll call our CFO right now."

FUCK! What could she do? "Okay, okay. I'll pay it back, just please don't tell anyone."

"Do you have $5220?"

"No, but I can get it."

"Even if you could, do you know how hard it would be to make this right? We'd have to find a way to slip the money into the clients' accounts so that we could then 'find the errors' in the billables and issue refunds. I might be able to get away with it, but I'd need to do it this weekend. Can you get me the money this weekend?"

Dejectedly she whispered, "No. It would take me a week or two."

"Well there you have it. I have no choice, but to turn you in."

"NO! Mr. Robinson, please no. You know Dick lost his job. His unemployment ran out last month. If I was fired I couldn't get anything. We'd have no income. And if I had to hire an attorney, or go to jail it would destroy my family. Please!"

"Linda, I don't know what you expect me to do. If I don't put the money back this weekend, I just don't see how I can help you. You don't have the money, so what can I do?"

"Please you have to help me. You could loan me the money right? I could get it back to you in two weeks, I swear."

"Linda, even if I were to do that, I'd still have to let you go. I can't trust you anymore."

Sobbing she pleaded, "Please Mr. Robinson, you have to help me. I needed the money. We got too far behind on the mortgage. The bank was going to foreclose. I had to do it to keep my kids off the street."

"Linda, if I help you out with this, how can I trust you not to do it again? If you were that close to losing your home then surely you have other obligations. I understand you need to provide for your family. But that pressure is just going to make you do this again."

"What if I resign? Then I can find another job and you don't have to worry about this anymore. I'll pay you back and then you can wash your hands of me."

"Linda, I can't in good conscience recommend you for another job. Your next employer is going to call me for a reference. What do you expect me to say?"

Burying her head in here hands and sobbing, "I don't know. I don't know. Just please, please don't turn me in."

He put his left arm around her shoulder and rested his right hand on her thigh, "Linda, if I replaced that money and then let you resign I'd never see it again. I don't have a reason to help you. If I was smart, I'd call the CFO right now and let the authorities deal with you." He looked at her with a wolfish grin as he casually stroked her thigh with his fingers.

*******

What was she going to do? She couldn't get fired. She definitely couldn't go to jail. She did this for her family! It was Dick's fault really. Worthless motherfucker couldn't even be a decent provider. That was one of many of his failings as a husband. "Please, Mr. Robinson, I don't know what to say other than I need your help."

Moving his right hand to her chin, he lifted her head and turn her face to look at his, "Linda, how do I know you would truly appreciate my help? How do I know that you aren't just saying whatever you have to in order to get out of this?"

As he tilted his head and leaned in. Linda recoiled. No, I can't do that. She felt his hand leave her shoulder and move to the back of her head. She fought against his pull but he was so strong. Feeling his lips touch hers she closed them as tightly as she could doing her best to minimize the contact.

Pulling away he said, "Well I guess I'll call Mr. Peters."

"No!" She grabbed his head in both hands and pull his lips to hers. She tried to keep the kiss chaste, practically plutonic, but her persisted. His probing tongue invaded her mouth and intertwined with hers. His hands drifted down to her modest breast and caressed her over her blouse. It had been too long since she had been touched in that way and she moaned allowing him to press his assault. Before she could stop him they were embroiled in a deep and passionate kiss. Unconsciously her right hand drifted to the back of his head pulling him in tighter as her left began caressing his well muscled back.

Oh God this was good. She hadn't felt like this in months. Who was she kidding, she hadn't felt like this since college. Here a young man, 10 years her junior was kissing her with passion and intensity she hadn't felt since before she was married. She melted into the kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

After what felt like an eternity of passionate kissing John drew both of them to their feet. He bent forward ever so slightly and kissed her forehead. "That was incredible Linda. But hardly worth $5000. I need you to show me why I should help you." He pushed gently on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees. Resignation was apparent in her shoulders as she slowly reach her hand to his zipper. She drew it down and his cock sprang forth.

"Kiss it"

She acquiesced, puckering and gently kissing the tip.

"Lick it"

Her tongue darted out and caressed his tip.

"Lick all of it"

She used her hand to raise his hardening shaft and place the tip of her tongue at the top of his balls before running it across his length. God, he wasn't even fully hard and he was already equal to Richard. When her tongue reached his tip she felt the faintest moisture of his precum. God it had been so long. Without hesitation she pulled him into her mouth. The rush of sexual excitement consumed her and she began to lap at the tip and suck with all her might taking great pleasure in the growth of his cock as it hardened. Jesus! It kept growing as she employed her skillful tongue. Richard had always been so unfulfilling and easy to please, it never took much effort to take him in her mouth on the rare occasion she obliged him. But John, no Mr. Robinson, she lavished his rod with gusto, enjoying the feel of his hardened and rigid steel in her mouth. Overcome with lust she attacked his rod with fervor.

******

John's head snapped back. None of his twenty-something conquests could compete with what he was experiencing. For them this was an obligation, a perfunctory act to keep him engaged. But Linda, oh God she was lavishing his cock. She was stimulating it in a way that could only be done with a lifetime of experience coupled with unbridled passion. Lost in the throws of ecstasy he grabbed her head and thrust into her shooting his essence into her mouth. She coughed and gagged, but he did not relent and held her there with her nose fractions of an inch from his belt.

As his orgasm subsided he released her and she fell back coughing and drooling, allowing some of his seed to spill onto her blouse.

"That was incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined."

Recovering herself she quipped, "You weren't too bad yourself. So you'll help me."

"Weeellll. I could. But would putting back the money you stole really help?"

With a sense of dread she asked, "What do you mean?"

"It is pretty clear, you are in a bad way. If I make this problem go away you'll just be back where you are now in what, two months, three, maybe six at the most?"

Rocking back to her feet and plopping down into her chair she asked, "What's your point?"

"We need a long term solution. What would it take to make you solvent? If I gave you the money, what would it take to get you to the point where your current income could cover your expenses?"

Was he serious? Was he actually talking about giving her money? Cocking her head to the side she gave it some thought. There's the three credit cards, the Toyota is two months past due and Jenny's college application fees will be coming soon. $11,000? "14 grand!"

"Okay. So If I put back the $5000 and change, you're still going to be desperately in debt."

"Yeah"

"And I'm betting I didn't find it all. Once we 'find' the errors I already found there is going to be a full blown audit. How much did you actually take?"

Dejectedly she admitted, "About $9000"

"So now we are talking about loaning you just under 24 grand. Would you ever be able to pay that back?"

"No" she sobbed.

"What if you got a raise?"

Flabbergasted, "You want to give me a raise?" In truth John knew she was due. If he hadn't found out about her theft two weeks ago he would have already done it. Maybe not as high as he was about to suggest, but close.

"Yes, I think I could swing a raise for you."

"But even with a modest raise it will take me years to pay you back."

"I know. I can work out a $1400 per month raise, I'll put back the missing $9000 plus give you another $14,000. You could pay me back."

******

"Really, you would do that?" Linda was elated. That money would save her. She could make her family solvent. The stress just melted away from her body at the thought.

"Of course. After taxes you should be able to pay me back with your raise in 2 years give or take."

Running the numbers in her head Linda came up short. "With interest it would take me longer than that. It would have to be an interest free loan to pay off in two years. Is that what you meant?"

"Well not exactly. My interest would be satisfied."

"What does that mean?"

"For as long as you owed me money, I would own you! I would get you once a week!"

"What?! No! I won't agree to that."

"Fine, I'll just call Mr. Peters then." John made a show of reaching for his phone.

"But you said if I ... did what I just did, that you wouldn't turn me in."

"I said no such thing."

"Well then I'll tell the company that you lured me to your room and forced me to give you oral sex."

"Really? That's your plan? I have conclusive proof that you stole from our clients and you're going to try and sell the company on that story? They'll never believe you. So what's it going to be?"

Overcome with a sense of dread she didn't know what to do. She pictured her kids, sweet Jenny who was looking forward to college next year. Brandon her sweet little boy, just finishing up middle school. If she was in jail what would happen to them? Their life would be ruined. She thought of Richard. That worthless piece of shit. If he had been even half a man she wouldn't have had to steal to provide for them. Oh God, what could she do? Could she really give Mr. Robison what he was asking? Thinking of her kids she knew she could. She would do anything for them.

"Fine. I'll see you back in the office on Monday. We can work out the details then."

"No! Your debt repayment starts now. Consider it a show of good faith."

"But our flight leaves in...", she glance at her watch, "Just over three and a half hours. It'll take an hour for either of us to check out and hail a cab, another hour to the airport, then there is security. We don't have time for anything now."

"Don't worry about that. I already rebooked us on the 6 pm flight. We have plenty of time."

It finally hit her, the degree to which he had orchestrated this whole encounter. Collapsing further into the chair, if that was even possible, she hoarsely asked, "What do you want?"

******

Despite the recent release, the resignation on Linda's face made John begin to grow hard.

"Stand up." He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet quickly. Unable to maintain her balance she fell into his arms. Pulling her head towards his he again locked her mouth into a passionate kiss. Holding her head with one hand he used the other to fondle her ass. It had lost some of the firmness that came with youth, but it was certainly well above average for a middle aged woman. The implication of the efforts she expended to remain in shape gave him a great deal of excitement at the thought of her nude form. To punctuate his arousal he pulled her ass tightly towards him, her stomach pressing into his groin leaving no doubt in her mind as to what was about to occur.

Releasing her from the embrace, he stepped back and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. After undoing enough to let him peek at her cleavage he took note of drying cum that had soiled the garment. "Well we can't let your husband see this, can we?" Grasping the fabric he tore it open the rest of the way, sending buttons flying and exposing her modest bust encased in an entirely too practical bra for his tastes. Again he pulled her to him and began kissing and nibbling the nape of her neck. The moan this elicited from her was music to his ears.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing her stomach. This woman has had two kids? As his lips explored her flesh he could feel the firmness of the abs, their definition obscured by only a minimal layer of fat. He wasted little time in pulling down her pants and was delighted to see a very visible and very large wet stain in her panties. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of the pants. Once she was free of the garment, in one fluid motion he stood, picked her up with her soaked panties pressed against his stomach, spun around and dropped her on the bed. Lifting her ass he hooked his fingers into the elastic of her sensible undergarment and mercilessly pulled it off of her. Holding it up he said, "This is the last time I expect to find you wearing something like this. Next time I take your clothes off I better find something sexy." Bringing the wet garment to his nose he inhaled deeply. "And I am going to take these home with me."

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