Like a Thief in the Night -- Closed

[The_gladiator]

Like a thief in the night

(Author’s note: this is a closed thread. As always please do not post without permission; however reading is welcomed as is feedback via pm.)

Evan Thomson was not someone that anyone would call scatterbrained. Meticulous, perhaps, punctual and exact were words that were more often used. If those things were true, then how had he gotten into this position? He absently beat his fist against his thigh as he asked himself this question. His eyes, blue fire burned holes in the rich leather upholstery, staring daggers at the place where his brief case should have been, on the front seat where it perpetually rode shot gun with him, unless someone else was in the car. This time though, the seat was empty for a different reason, the case was gone.

Evan hadn’t become a leading businessman by making stupid mistakes. He had worked his way from almost nothing. Born to a lower middle class family, his mother was a homemaker and his father had worked for a mill for 40+ years prior to his death. They had always wanted more for their son, pressuring him to go to school, get his education and escape the pull of the mill. He had done just that.

He had done just that, he had turned his love for music and other forms of entertainment into a lucrative business, running concert venues, casinos and other such establishments. Even though his business was entertainment and a partying lifestyle, Evan actually did not live the life most thought he did. He had married his high school sweetheart, a religious woman who was a good mother to their children. Those that said he had married his mother, or a woman just like her weren’t wrong. She was just as strict as his mother had ever been and the stress was growing tougher for him to bear.

Evan wasn’t careless; however this careless mistake could ruin him. In addition to all of his business files, music from artists on the rise, accounting information, details on secret business deals, all of that paled in that moment for Evan. That was just money; he could always rebuild his finances. No what worried him more were the other files on that computer. Because he could rebuild his businesses, he’d done so before, if certain information from his computer reached his wife, there would be no saving of his marriage and his reputation.

To Evan, watching pornography was far from being a mortal sin, especially when one was married to a woman who hadn’t touched him in at least5 years. For god sakes, they were 35, they weren’t 102, and in his opinion he had needs. However, he knew his wife would see things very very differently. She would consider it infidelity, and she would leave him, taking their children and his reputation with her. Evan could only hope that just a common thief had taken his case, and he/she wouldn’t know the value of what they had, and what it could do to hurt him.

He took a seat in his car and ran his hands through his slightly wavy dark hair. He had just run back into the office to grab his cell phone. Had he really been foolish enough to leave his car unlocked with the bag just sitting in plain view? Apparently—the answer was—that yes, he had. It was then that he got a text on that phone that he had gone back to grab. It showed up as unknown, and what the text said made the possibility that this had just been a crime of opportunity much less likely.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Julie tracked her target with the Nikon's powerful lens, leaving his office, heading to his car, sitting, then... After just a few seconds, the man exited the car again, heading back into the office. Julie lowered the camera and watched him with a confused expression.

She'd been surveilling Evan Thomson for almost a month, and never once had the man retraced his steps, either in the morning as he left home for work or in the afternoon as he left work for home. The man was... What was the word...? Meticulous? For anyone else, Julie would have used the word anal. But the negative connotation didn't seem to fit Thomson. She'd read his file a number of times and knew that it was his habits that made him the man he was.

That was why she was scratching her head, figuratively anyway. Thomson had apparently forgotten something in his office, as evidenced by the fact that he left his briefcase and coat in the car, not taking them back in with him to return to his work. But that wasn't all. Lifting the camera again and zooming in on the door -- specifically on the door lock plunger, which was still tall -- Julie realized that he'd also left the car unlocked.

Twenty-six days of surveillance and he'd never not locked up, even when he only walked from a parking space to the curb to visit one of the city's many specialty curb side cart vendors for drink or food.

Twenty-six days of looking for an angle... And here it was. It couldn't be this easy... Could it? Julie swept her camera toward the building, which had floor to ceiling glass windows. She tracked him all the way through the lobby to and into the elevators. She set the camera aside, hopped out, and made her way casually across the parking lot to his car. She glanced about herself as inconspicuously as possible, then pulled at the door knob. The door opened. No alarm.

She snatched the briefcase sitting on the front seat, turned, and -- just as casually -- headed back to her own car...



Two miles and six minutes later, a man who was not Evan was inserting a flash drive into the laptop that had come out of Evan Thomson's briefcase. He tapped at the key board with great speed and skill, causing one window after another to open and close under the power of the flash drive's Worm. Suddenly he smiled and turned the computer around to his partner in crime.

"You're in," he said proudly. "He had some good security on it, but..."

"Not good enough," she finished. "You're the best, Keith."

"How best would that be?" he asked.

While the fingers of one hand tapped and swiped at the computer, the fingers of the second reached between the lacy cloth of her brassiere and the young, firm breast it concealed. She pulled out folded money and set it on the table. Keith unfolded two one hundred dollar bills, then frowned.

"There's good, better, and best," he said with a disappointed tone. "This is... better at best."

Julie shifter her gaze to him for a moment. "It's all I have right now, but... I'll have more soon. Okay?"

"How much?" he asked hopefully. "That Worm cost me a grand."

"Depends on what I find."

He nodded satisfied, then waved the barista over. He studied Julie as she herself studied the files she was opening. Her expression showed little change. Keith would have expected either satisfaction or disappointment. But it wasn't until his coffee had come and he was half through it before Julie's lips widened in a pleased smile.

"Got you, you bastard," she whispered. When Keith asked what she'd found, she only smiled to him and said, "Enough for you to buy a Worm farm."

They smiled together, finished their drinks, and went their separate ways. In her car, Julie pulled out a burner phone and tapped in a text message to Thomson's phone:

I like the redhead in the school girl outfit.
But I wonder, would your wife?
Wow! I have to say, I didn't even know that was possible.
Well, for $3.99 a minute, I guess anything is, right?
Hancock Square. Tomorrow. 4pm sharp.​

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan was almost trembling with anger and anxiety as his phone had vibrated. His hands had actually shook as he swiped and entered in his pass code to unlock the phone, in his anxiety forgetting he could just use the Touch ID. He stared at the message and could feel the heat coming to his cheeks. He knew exactly what video she had found. Evan was ashamed to admit it was one of his favorite.

There were many things Evan’s wife with her prudish demeanor refused to do in bed. There was one thing though that Evan missed most. Oral Sex. The video in question was a cheesy plot about a young college student seducing her older professor. However the professor had the largest cock that Evan had ever seen. His own was average at best, but he liked to dream of being huge, and so the video excited him as it combined that envy with the fact that this woman could deep throat the entire rod. Evan himself wasn’t sure that it was possible until he had watched the video, and then watched it again, and again, and again.

Evan sighed, that hadn’t taken them long. So much for the “top notch” security his lap top was supposed to have. His eyes kept reading as he turned on his car, fumbling with the keys. The person wanted him to meet them in the square the next day. Should he do it, what should he do, did he have a choice? Should he go to the police, did he even want the police involved? There was stuff on that lap top he probably didn’t want the police seeing either.

He drove like this for a few moments’ a million thoughts running through his head, very unlike him. He was meticulous about everything he did, and the error today was the first time he had made a mistake in a long time. Men like Evan Thomson just didn’t get this flustered. It was probably the mere fact that he was usually so tough to rattle, that had him rattled. He finally pulled into a gas station and texted the number back “Sure, the police and I will be there at 3:50, just so we aren’t late.” He couldn’t let the person on the other end think that he was in any way flustered, if they did, they would be on him like ravens on a carcass. They expected him to wine and beg—and he could admit to himself that there was a part of himself that wanted to do just that—however he wasn’t about to let them know that. This was psychological warfare, he couldn’t show weakness.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Julie waited until she got home to put the battery back in the burner phone. The text was waiting for her. Cops. Right.

She pulled the battery again, mixed herself a Kahlua and Cream no ice, opened a bag of chips, turned on some music, stripped down and donned her favorite relaxation clothes... then opened the laptkp again and searched for another more potentjally damaging piece of information. She found a lot that would embarrass a man, and a lot more that would embarrass a married man. But she was looking for something that would ruin a career, maybe even out a man in prison.

It took her two hours to find that perfect bit of info that would quash Thomson's thought of having cops waiting in vans all abiut the area. She put the battery back in the burner and texted:

Account number 77867AYW-F26756.
Wow. That's a lot of money.
Did you earn that legitimately?
Or did this 'Mister H" in the footnote give it to
you for services rendered?​

 

[The_gladiator]

After Sending the text Evan checked his phone but no reply arrived immediately so he headed home. He tried to turn on music for the drive home but neither the rhythm of the blues or the growl of the guitars in the rock music he tried could hold his attention. He knew it was only a matter of time before his mysterious thief responded to his threat to have police there.

Arriving home he was greeted at the door by his two dogs. Normally he loved to see the labs but tonight he shewed them away, his irritation showing as he snapped at one for jumping on him, something he was often tolerant of.

The sound of his sharp words drew his wife from the kitchen and she frowned at him. “Is everything alright, dear?” she asked.

Even let his eyes drift to his wife and he shook his head. She was by no means unattractive. Even after 2 children, she was shapely and took care of herself. She just seemed to exude sternness, like he had married his middle school teacher, or his mother… “Nothing sweetie, just a long day.” He lied smoothly. She frowned again but did not push the matter as she went back to the cooking.

It was only later when Evan was pretending to watch some movie with his family, while checking his phone repeatedly when the text came through.

He excused himself to go to his in home office as he read the text. The first thing he saw was Account number 77867AYW-F26756,” He sighed. He figured that was coming. There was little explanation about the Swiss account in his files, but it was just enough. It was a matter that he did not want either this thief digging into, or the police.

Bradly Harold had been one of Evan’s first mentors. A record label executive, he had been the type of man whose word made or unmade careers. He had become fond of Evan. He had no children and so had named Evan the heir to his whole fortune. This in and of itself wasn’t a problem. The problem was Harold had died a month later in a car crash. The money had gone to Evan, and he had done as the will stipulated that he donate a certain portion of the assets to charities. However there was a Swiss account with a very large amount of money that Evan had only found out about later. He had discovered he was the owner of that account only after he had distributed the rest of his wealth as ordered. So Evan decided to keep that money as a backup for him and his family, encase anything happened and they saw hard times. However, it was a lot of money—the kind of number that might make police wonder if Harold hadn’t been murdered. Evan did not need that sort of news coming to light any more than he needed his wife to find out about the blowjob videos.

He finally texted back “That account is none of your concern. I could explain to you how I got the money but what good would that do? You’re not like to believe me anyway, so I’ll save the thumb strain.” He hit send and then finally texted, “But fine, you win, no cops.” He let a few more moments go by and then texted, “Lets settle this tonight. Ted and Joe’s 9:30. I’ll be in the back booth.”

After hitting send on that last text Evan wandered back out to the movie and kissed his children good night and after kissing his wife on the cheek reported that he needed to go back to the office as he hadn’t had time to finish a project due to job interviewing. This was technically true, but his family didn’t need to know where he was going.

He was forced to dress more appropriately for the place he was going. He couldn’t wear a suit to a dive bar. Finally he settled for a city slicker cowboy look with boots, jeans and a button down shirt. He frowned at his appearance in the mirror. Did his wife seriously iron his jeans? He proceeded to remove them and flap them around in an attempt to not look so proper.

Focusing on his clothes helped to distract him from the worry about the situation with his mystery thief. He hoped he/she would show up, he was not waiting all the way until tomorrow.

A half hour later found him seated in the darkest booth in the back of the country dive bar. He tried not to cringe as he felt his boots sticking to the floor, and he resisted the urge to take the napkins on the table and wipe clean the table’s none too clean surface.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Ted and Joe’s was packed that night. It was their first night of weekly Kountry Karaoke, and the regulars had flocked to the dive like cattle to a salt lick. Julie was there. She hadn't hesitated to prepare upon getting Evan's text: she'd Googled the address, used Street View to check out the neighborhood, searched Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Flickr, and a dozen other social media and photo sharing web sites to inform herself, then dressed for the occasion.

Keith was all too happy to accompany her. He was a serious Country Music fan, something odd for a computer programmer and hacker. Their type tended to stick to highly electronic styles of music or the latest DJ-versions of pop dance songs, with their extended electronic instrumental sections. He was contantly annoying Julie with the latest news from CMT or TheBoot or one of his other favorite gab-fest sources. Pickup trucks, dogs, and cheating women. Did every song have at least one of these in it? Well, and booze, of course.

She did like some of the videos, though, particularly Trace Adkins'Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk. But that was probably more because -- except that her tits were one size smaller -- Julie was practically a twin of the brunette woman who appears in the first few seconds of the video.

A devilish thought entered her mind as she finished her online reconnaissance of the rendezvous location. She tore through her closet, tossing things all about the floor and furniture until she found it: the exact outfit that her twin wore in the video. She'd purchased it originally for a Hallowe'en party, then wore it once more to one of those huge Country-Western dance clubs with Keith. He'd spent the entire night staring at Julie's tits, as had everyone else, when they weren't checking out her ass instead.

She never tired of the attention that night, but she had tired of slapping the men who thought her outfit invited a hands-on greeting of her. She hadn't worn either piece since.

Now, though, she stood in front of her mirror checking out the look. She added to it a bit. She wore a pair of large red sunglasses with light, gold lenses, a thin gold belly chain that hung low on her hips, bright red 4 inch heels, and a belly button dangle that -- if you looked close enough -- was actually a pair of naked lovers doing it doggy style, with the woman slumped over a sparkling, half carat diamond.

She was at Ted and Joe’s even before Evan arrived, sitting at the bar pretending to flirt with Keith. He, of course, was entranced by her body, which she allowed him to freely ogle to increase the cover story she was creating. She recognized Evan upon entering, of course, despite the unusual outfit that made her smile.

From behind her oversized glasses, she followed him with her eyes while her face stayed solidly upon Keith's. Once he was past, she turned and watched him continue to the booth in the back, which was empty as it had no view of the Karaoke stage and was right next to both the bathrooms and the kitchen. She let her gaze drop to his ass, and she realized that in those jeans he looked good enough to jump, right here, right now.

"Go say hi," she told Keith. When his eyes widened in shock, she added, "Just sit with him for a moment. You don't have to say anything. Just let him know you're here."

Keith didn't have the appearance of a computer hacker geek. He was 6'6", 250 pounds, solidly built like a football player, with a flat top hair cut and mean looking eyes. Ironically, he was a teddy bear inside. He fought her on it for a moment, then -- with a promise that she'd show him her tits later -- agreed. He sucked down his drink, dismounted the bar stool, and walked over to simply drop in front of Evan in the other side of the booth.

For a full two minutes, all Keith did was sit there and stare at the target, until finally Julie sidled up, tapped him on the shoulder to get him to rise, shooed him away, and asked politely, "May I join you... Evan?"

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan couldn’t help tapping his toe to the rhythm of the song playing. He had always liked music, it wasn’t just part of his career, it was and always would be a passion. He was surprised at first when the figure sat across from him. Large, beefy, he screamed of muscle, body guard. “You don’t seem like someone who organized the hit on me,” Evan said absently turning the beer bottle in his hands. He fought to keep his own eyes from straying to his own muscle, because he’d agreed no cops, he hadn’t agreed to not have friends nearby. He wondered if this man had seen them at a neighboring table. “So when do I get to meet the one holding your leash?” Evan asked, still conversationally.

Just then a beautiful woman tapped the big guy on the shoulder and like he really was a dog on a leash the man rose and disappeared, though Evan would put money that the man hadn’t gone far. Evan couldn’t help staring at the woman, to say she was attractive was a pretty big understatement. His eyes started with the long flowing hair that fell to her mid back. Instantly he imagined his hands sliding through those tresses. However despite being something he loved on a woman was only the beginning of this woman’s assets. His eyes swept down from her face to the full breasts pushed up and out by the halter top, breasts that looked very large on her slender frame, the skin pale against the fabric she wore. He became aware that he was staring when she asked to join him. He pulled his eyes back up to her face. His eyes were a deep dark blue. “What would you say if I said no?” he replied. Evan had never been able to kill the flippant tongue he had possessed since he was a teen. Even as he spoke he waved her to sit. “It seems you have me at a disadvantage miss…” he trailed off clearly looking for her name.

Even as he spoke he was imagining touching this woman, reaching for her, drawing her into his arms and dancing with her. To feel those breasts pressed to him, or feel that ass grinding against him as they moved together. Her height would go well with his, he being over 6 foot. He was built like the runner he was. Evan ran 6 miles a week, just to stay in shape; he had sworn he wouldn’t become one of those rotund business men with a beer gut. He had some weight around his middle but after all, he was pushing 35, he wasn’t 18 anymore. If he had to guess this woman was 25, she lacked that innocent quality that younger 20’s possessed, something he also liked about her.

What was wrong with him? She was involved in some way with the theft; he by rights should like nothing about her. “So you’re the brains of this operation?” he asked skeptically after a long pause wherein he continued to evaluate her. Evan knew that his eyes could be deceiving, that this woman was probably much more than she appeared, he knew better than to underestimate her.

 

[RPgirl2016]

“What would you say if I said no?”

Julie only smiled a bit wider at Evan's question. He wouldn't, of course. Even if they each hadn't been there to meet, he wouldn't. No man would have turned away a woman as beautiful as she was dressed as she was.

He gestured her to sit, saying, “It seems you have me at a disadvantage miss…?”

She cocked her head a bit, studying him before responding, "For the purposes of our meeting, you can call me... Julie."

They stared at one another for a moment. She'd caught him checking out her figure, so Julie felt it only fair that she checked out his. And she did, letting her gaze move about his face before dropping to his chest. He looked pretty good for his age, which she knew to be 35, of course. Julie was barely 21, though, not the mid-20s at which she couldn't know he was placing her. She'd been passing herself off as older for as long as she could remember, usually with the help of one or more pieces of fake ID. Keith's hacking wasn't his only ability, as the dozens of fake IDs and credit cards he'd manufactured for her over the years proved.

He asked, “So you’re the brains of this operation?”

"The brains?" she repeated. She playfully swept a hand before her plentiful bosom, saying, "It's not usually my brains men are interested in."

A waitress arrived, and before either she or Evan could say anything, Julie ordered a Kahlua and Crème, light on the rocks, for herself and -- giving the man a knowing look -- a double of his favorite liquor and a beer chaser. She knew that that would let the man know he'd been under surveillance for sometime.

"You're a very interesting man, Evan Thomson," she said as soon as the waitress turned away. "I've learned a lot in the past few hours, and I'm sure my tech assistant, who is right now sitting before your lap top, is learning even more as we speak."

Her tech assistant, of course, was sitting at the bar watching her out of the corner of his eye, unaware that he himself was being watched by Evan's men. Although Julie hadn't spotted Evan's escort either, she at least presumed that someone had accompanied him. She wouldn't have come alone, and as Evan had put it, she was the brains of the operation.

"Let's dance," she said.

(OOC: Listen to my selected song if you wish. Select this link and start the song, then come back here and read while you listen. The video is irrelevant.)

The Karaoke was on a break and a song was booming from the stereo system. Julie stood, turning her back to Evan for a moment to give him his first look at the tight fitting jean shorts, so worn in the ass that they seemed ready to simply burst and disappear. She gave him just a moment to stay -- if he wished -- then turned back to the booth, gesturing to Evan with a curling finger.

"C'mon," she said, beginning to sway to the beat. She looked him up and down, did a 180 degree spin that again showed him her ass as it began seriously rocking. She spent just a moment dancing away from him, then turned back to face him, continuing to work her way out into the floor as she smiled to him suggestively. She laughed, hollering over the music to him, "Get your ass out here, Evan Thomson ... or the world will know about the Tyler Fund before this song if finished!"

She spun away from him, her dancing becoming more animated, more erotic. She was enjoying herself, and she'd finish the song alone if Evan didn't join her. But she knew it would be more fun to pull him close, to feel his denim against her own, to feel the cock that was surely growing pressing between her firm ass cheeks as she ground against him.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Julie is it?” he mused after learning her name. “Julie, Julie Julie, Julie do you love me.” He hummed almost under his breath smiling to himself. He used to date a Julie and that song used to drive her nuts.

He watched her sit and check him out. He was by no means as impressive as her, but at least he wasn’t gray yet, after this he might be though. He could never forget that this situation could ruin him.

She responded to his brains comment with a gesture that took in her large breasts, his gaze being drawn to those luscious curves again. He cleared his throat after a second, “Very true, those are quite…interesting indeed, however my guess is that you use them well to your advantage, and many a dumb fool have taken you for just a piece of ass and then low and behold they fall victim to your I’m a sexy Barbie doll routine.

Before he could discover what her response to that might be a waitress arrived. Without hesitating she ordered him a double shot of Jack and coke and another beer. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. He got the hint, she knew much more about him than his computer being missing for 4 or 5 hours could account for. “It sounds like your assistant doesn’t need to learn much more. Do you even know what color my underwear is, and what store I bought them at?” he asked, that flippant tongue running away again.

What was this now? This woman wanted to dance with him? Just what kind of thing was this anyway? There was no way in hell he was dancing with this woman. For god sakes he’d probably cream in his pants, it had been so long. Sometimes Evan didn’t understand why he didn’t just hire a prostitute to take care of him. However he had always sworn to be faithful to his wife, in his eyes porn didn’t count. So, needless to say her offer was tempting.

She sweetened the deal with a view of her backside, which was threatening to burst free of her shorts. He swallowed a large gulp of the jack, feeling the burn all the way down. He would need it to continue to resist that. That’s when the threat came. His face darkened. Tyler fund. Tyler Harold was the full name of his mentor who had given him the money. What he presumed she would tell was how much money he had not donated. He glared at her. So what had started as a tempting offer had turned into blackmail? He rose slowly to his feet. She won. Although he was pretty sure that threatening to tell his wife would have been an even more affective threat in this situation, but he certainly wasn’t going to tell her that.

He could see now that he was too late, the song was winding down and he could spot her moving through the crowd curving her arm through her muscle’s arm pulling him along as she headed for the door. Evan had to pick up his pace to reach them in time. She’s country had wound down and now they were playing a slower song. Thinking fast so as to not draw attention to them and start a scene, he tapped the big guy on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, acting as if the couple were dancing together. Even as he asked he let his arm slide around Julie’s waist beginning to turn her towards him and away from Keith.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Julie felt a hand at her elbow and without turning smiled. It might have been any guy in the club wanting a dance before she left. But with the big guy escorting her out, it would have taken a brave man to do that without a better reason than the possibility of grinding on the floor with her.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Julie looked into Evan's eyes for a moment, then looked up to Evan, who had again slipped into his bodyguard persona, puffing up his chest and straightening his spine to increase his height over their target. She patted him on his chest, saying, "It's okay. But... Keep close."

She felt Evan's arm slipping around her. She glanced downward, then into his eyes as if to warn Too friendly. She started back toward the dance floor by stepping in front of him, so that his arm couldn't remain where it was. Despite the obvious attempts to put space between them, when they got to the middle of the dance floor, she turned and stepped up to him, pressing her body hard against his as she slipped her right hand around to rest upon his ass cheek as the other caressed up his chest and over his shoulder to rest on his back.

She looked deep into his eyes as she began shifting her weight side to side. He was more than a head taller than her, even in her heels, so his cock was at the same level as her lower belly...

And she smiled up to him as she pressed her flesh against his growing erection.

 

[The_gladiator]

He couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief when she turned to the big guy and told him it was ok if she went with him but advised Keith to stay close. Evan nodded to him and pulled her close. She pulled away quickly though. Evan let her go however; he’d only touched her to keep up the charade.

He then felt her pull him close as they lost themselves in the center of the crowd. His body stiffened with surprise as her hand slid over his ass, while the other slid up his arm to his back. “So, why blackmail me to get me to dance with you?” he finally asked unsure what else to say to her. His hands rested at her waist respectful, not taking liberties. He could feel her curves pressing against him and despite himself he knew he was growing hard. He hadn’t thought he was that much taller than her; however in his own boots that added a few inches to his height he could have rested his chin on the top of her head. He looked down at her his eyes finding hers, trying to focus there, rather than looking down her top, which he found himself wanting to do.

 

[RPgirl2016]

He asked, “So, why blackmail me to get me to dance with you?”

Julie laughed playfully. She answered simply, "I wanted to dance with you."

She pushed away from him, taking one of his hands in hers, then spun slowly around to press back into Evan's body. She reached her free hand around him, pressing it to his buttocks again as she ground against his obvious erection, then peeked up over her shoulder and said without any attempt at keeping it between them, "You've got a big cock. I like that."

Without waiting for a response she spun away from him again, still holding his hand as she danced before him -- for him -- her gaze upon his eyes, her lips wide in a devilish smile, her hips swaying. Then, just as suddenly as she stood from his booth earlier, she let go of Evan's hand and sashayed her way back to it. She waved to the waitress again as she plopped down to wait for Evan.

(OOC: I am going to assume he joins her again, to keep the scene moving. Hope that's ok.)

When he joined her, Julie said, "You've been a very bad boy, Evan. Oh, sure... Some of what you've done only looks bad when taken out of context. But out of context is where I live. The porn... the Swiss bank account... the Tyler Fund." She cocked her head studying him for a moment before continuing, "Does your wife know that your company secretly owns and operates TnA Productions?"

She gave him a moment to consider that question. Evan's wife was what some people would call a Bible Thumper, and TnA Productions was not something with which Julie imagined Evan wanted her to know he was associated. The company -- whose anagram, of course, stood for Tits'n'Ass -- made some of the most graphic, most socially inappropriate, and most lucrative porn on the planet. Not something you brought home to your wife for movie night on the couch.

Even more damning than simply being associated with the company was the way in which Evan and one of his former partners had gotten the company in a hostile takeover. Julie didn't know all of the facts. Just before she'd come her tonight, Keith had opened a folder on Evan's laptop that was filled with thousands of emails and document copies related to TnA, the death of Markus Conner, and the connection between the two. She and Keith hadn't had time to look through them tonight, but she was sure that in the days to come, it would make for some very interesting reading.

"And how is Markus Connors these days?" she probed, not having any idea of what she was asking.

Connors had been another big wig in the entertainment industry, and unlike Evan here, he had been very public about his dealings. He had been on tabloid covers every week, had shown up on the red carpets of every major Hollywood event, and had been photographed in compromising situations with more than one married or otherwise taken starlet over the years, some barely old enough to buy cigarettes at the local 7-11, let alone alcohol at the local bar.

Then, as the national elections approached and the political and social conservatives turned TnA Productions into their figurative whipping boy, Connors was first accused of being behind a hostile takeover of the porn giant, then was found murdered in a horrific fashion in a local motel. The tabloids said he'd been found with underage hookers, $50,000 in cash, and half a kilo of cocaine, though none of that had been confirmed by the police or legitimate Press.

Julie didn't have any real information on Connors. All she knew was that he was once a partner of some sort to Evan, and that in the world of entertainment, guilt by association could be a death sentence.

Again, before he could answer, Julie began stating her terms. "I have favors I need to ask of you. I will ask... You will do them... And in exchange--"

She raised an arm up and wiggled her fingers in the air, continuing, "--you will be granted reprieve... I think that's the word isn't it...? You will be granted reprieve of your wrong doings, one at a time, until I have exhausted each and every one of them."

Keith was suddenly at the table, towering over the pair. He was holding a folded, wrinkled sheet of paper that he'd obviously removed from the pocket of his tight fitting jeans. He unfolded it and set it before Evan, looked to Julie, got a nod, and departed again.

"These are what we know so far," she said, tapping a print out of eight offenses for which she planned on blackmailing Evan. "For each of these, you will perform a favor... a deed... and once I am satisfied, I will never bring it up again."

She laughed, short and sharp. "I know what you're thinking. How can you trust me? How can you be certain that I won't simply continue to blackmail you with this stuff until the end of time? Well, Evan... I may be a blackmailer, but... I am an honest one. And I am not greedy. I know what I want. I know what will make me happy. And isn't that all we all want...? To be happy?"

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan felt her take his hand as she turned around. Her hand slid nicely into his, small and slender with what were obviously delicate fingers, artists hands those… or lover’s hands. This simple touch gave him a thrill that was almost as great as glimpsing the half globes of her breasts just a moment ago. He had always loved hands. He honestly couldn’t explain to anyone why he liked them so much, but most people with a fetish, or strong attraction to a body part or sexual act like that couldn’t explain to someone who did not share that desire, the appeal of it.

She pulled him close in behind her, his cock nestling between her firm ass cheeks, drawing a low almost inaudible moan from him. She then proceeded to compliment him on his size. He chuckled a tad embarrassed, he was by no means large, but he felt flattered anyway. “I bet you tell that to all the men, hmm?” he commented.

Just as suddenly as it had started, suddenly it was over and she was walking away, back to the table. He watched her go for a moment, before he too followed her. As he passed he made a point of ignoring the men clustered at the table. He was not obvious about it; he just made sure not to glance in that direction. Julie was observant; if he did she might wonder why he did.

He had no sooner sat down when she started speaking and Evan got the feeling that playtime was over. He listened to her words his expression blank. It slowly grew more and more grim. That she knew any of it did not surprise him, after all any hacker worth his or her salt could have gotten at least that much from his computer. This is why Evan did not let the thing out of his sight, it was the down side to being so—meticulous—there were records of every dealing he’d ever had.

He lifted an eyebrow at her question, for he knew as well as she did that Marcus Conners was 5 years dead. Evan realized how suspicious that there was another business partner who was found dead. He cleared his throat to defend himself when she continued on, not giving him an opening. Now came her terms, what she wanted for her silence.

He accepted the paper from Keith with a sharp nod. He glanced down at the sheet but did not read the offenses in detail yet, preferring to listen to her terms. He snorted at her comment of an honest blackmailer. “This might be reasonable, depending on the deeds you require of me.” Evan stated, after all he was willing to entertain her suggestions, at least a little until he could find a way out of this mess.

Finally he took the time to look down at the paper, there was written as she said a list of offenses.
• Oral sex pornography.
• Mr. H and the Swiss bank account.
• The Tyler fund.
• TNA Productions
• Partnership with Marcus Connors/conner’s death.
• Homemade pornography with Elaine (last name unknown)
• Private journals chronicling struggle with faith.
• The Atheism Essays.

They were a surprisingly insightful list of things, that all could potentially ruin Evan, socially, politically, financially, or all of the above. He Reached out and finally laid a finger on the sheet. “I’m pretty sure that most of these are related.” He said coldly, “Take for example here numbers 2 and 3, they are connected, they are not worth 2 favors.” This was Evan’s world, negotiations, and he was going to try to negotiate the best deal for himself. “This list of 8 is worth 5 favors, and I’m even giving you a bonus favor I should lump the two porn offenses together, but I am pretty sure that both are equally as damning to my wife and so I counted them separately.” He was going on the assumption that even if she didn’t know the last name of the Elaine in the pornography, she would find it out. Michaels—the same last name as his wife Sarah. It was a little known fact that He had dated Elaine during one of he and Sarah’s on and off again periods during college. What was not known to Sarah was the porn they had made together, and the fact that He had kept it, and occasionally watched it. Even as this ran through his head he indicated how he had arrived at his 5 favors. “1, oral sex pornography.” He then grouped 2 and 3 together, the ones concerning Tyler Herold. He next grouped 4 and 5 together because they both concerned TNA productions in some way. He gestured to the home made porn next, and then finally grouped the last 2 together. “These are both extensions of my struggle with faith and do not count separately.

He then sat back and awaited her response to his counter offer.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Julie listened to Evan's negotiations with great interest. She wasn't really interested in his reasoning for the combination of topics and reduction in favors. She was more interested in the way the man's brain worked. He'd shown differing levels of concern over her blackmail, yet now -- when she'd presented the details -- he'd very quickly and easily slipped into very calm, very professional negotiations. How does he do that?

When Evan finished, Julie simply studied him for a long moment. She'd blackmailed a lot of men before this, but she'd never blackmailed one who interested her this much. She was almost impressed enough with him to just call out Never mind! Forget it! You don't deserve this!

But that wasn't going to happen. This was what she did. She was good at it. And it paid the bills. And, Julie was beginning to wonder, Evan might even make it more fun that it normally was once the nitty gritty of the extortion began.

"Fine," Julie said after a long moment, settling without any further haggling. "Five favors. But...!" She smiled wider, tilting her head again as she studied him for another moment before finishing, "...one of those favors is gonna be a biggie."

She was about to explain her first favor when she suddenly felt a strong hand at her upper arm, lifting her. She was about to protest when she found it was Keith lifting her from the booth. He wore a serious expression as he turned her away from Evan and held a cell phone out before her. She saw and read the opened text, then looked over her shoulder at Evan. For the first time this evening, her face was filled with something other than playful flirtation.

She turned away again and chatted quietly with Keith before turning back to Evan once more. She again wore her playful, carefree expression, but it was feigned and -- quite possibly -- obviously so to Evan. "Please excuse me, Evan."

And with that, she turned and was swallowed up by the crowd with Keith warily watching for any attempt to follow her.



It was two full days later that Julie sent a text to Evan:

Hancock Square. 4pm sharp.
Wear a white rose in your lapel
and have a copy of "Pride and Prejudice" sitting
before you with a #2 pencil atop it
so your contact with know it's you.​

It was already 2pm, leaving Evan only two hours to make the meet up with the promised strangers.



At 4:05, it wasn't a stranger who showed up at the meet. It was Julie. She approached the table and looked to see if Evan had done as she'd requested, saying with a smile, "I just wanted to see if you would do all of that."

She waved the barista over and sat, sliding a manila envelope across to Evan. As he opened it, she explained, "Your company is negotiating its IT contract with Parson's Protective Services. Your next meeting with them is tomorrow afternoon."

The barista arrived to take Julie's order, which was a simple house coffee. After she left, Julie continued, "I want you first to question the logic of continuing with Parson's services. Bring up that little flap last year when that Parson's client was hacked. Then, I want you to mention Carlton-Davis IT. Push them as your new provider. Once CDIT has the contract, you can deduct one favor."

The barista delivered Julie's coffee and again departed. The blackmailer studied Evan for a moment, then smiled and asked boldly, "Tell me the kinkiest, weirdest, more inappropriate thing you ever did... sexual thing... and I'll cross another favor off your debt."

(FYI: Sending you a relevant PM. Read it before you post.)

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan couldn’t explain how he slipped so easily into his business mindset. Something about the blackmail, her beauty, something had thrown him off, however when he finally saw the outline of charges against him and she outlined her terms his mind had started racing a mile a minute working angles to make the best of a situation. In this, as in business you couldn’t win every battle, sometimes you had to make the best of an ugly situation, like when that idiot Conners got himself killed for hookers and blow. Evan had worked long and hard to hide his connection to that. It was not one of his better business decisions, but after all, everyone made mistakes, right?

He was completely surprised when she accepted his offer without even bothering to haggle. His smile grew wider, he deducted a few years from her mental age. Perhaps she didn’t play the extortion game as well as he’d thought. Her easy acceptance made him wish he had asked for a lower number of favors. It made him wonder if she was just happy to get whatever she could out of him. His respect was that even the right word in this situation—went back up when she specified that one of the favors had to be a large one. He only nodded.

She was going to continue when suddenly big and muscled was back yanking her away from the table. They spoke rapidly and he showed her a phone. Evan smirked a little; he suspected he knew what her issue was. He was equally as surprised that her tech individual had discovered that he wore a wire, and that this mysterious tech individual hadn’t discovered it sooner; if that indeed was her issue.

Her friendly demeanor was gone—oh it was still there but it was now clearly feigned. Just seconds later she was gone, leaving Evan to finish his beer and head home.

Evan was not surprised to get Julie’s text 2 days later. Rather, the surprise came from the fact she took so long to get to him. What sort of blackmailer gave the mark time to prepare ways to get out of it? He couldn’t help but to chuckle at the absurdity of her demands. However he found himself obeying. As he made preparations he wondered just exactly what was with her and the square anyway? ‘Probably because it has cock in the name’ he thought. He got a good chuckle out of that.

He had taken a seat at the table as requested, trying to act like he always read literature in an open air coffee, while wearing flower. He rolled his eyes when Julie walked up to sit across from him. To her comment about wanting to see if he’d do what she’d asked he responded with, “You’re late.” Wouldn’t want her to think she was calling all of the shots, even though for the most part she was.

He listened as she outlined the first of her favors. Inside he found a printout detailing the hack of one of Parson’s clients, just as she described it. “How did we miss this?” he muttered as he read the letter. He lifted his eyes to her, “Assuming this isn’t faked, someone didn’t do a good enough sweep on these guys.” He listened to her outline the rest of her terms for the IT contract. “Friends of you I presume? If not you, yourself?”

Not allowing her to answer he pulled out his phone and dialed, “Hey Chuck, its Evan… I know it’s after 4…yes, I know you get off at 4 on Wednesdays…yes I am asking you to work overtime.” There was a longer pause, “We meet with Parson’s tomorrow. I want you to do some digging, I have some evidence here from what is supposed to be a pretty credible informant here who suggests they’re dirty…I know all we have left is the signing of the deal…I’m pretty sure that’s why I’m the boss Look I am not arguing with you about it, get it done, I myself will look into replacements if we decide not to go with them, got it?” With that Evan hung up. Julie seeing the quick acting businessman in action again.

He sat back and took a long pull from his Chai tea. Using his action to hide the tension he was feeling. He might have sounded bold on the phone but a decision like this, what she was making him do, could get the board of directors to vote against him and he could be ousted from his own company. He looked calm and collected on the outside, but inside was a different story.

By this time her coffee arrived and his stomach flip flopped again as she leaned forward and boldly asked her question. He knew in that instant he would tell her, to have another favor eliminated would be wonderful. However, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that, especially not while again wearing a wire, there were some things he didn’t trust to his endless computer files. “You think I’m gonna tell you in this public square?” he said leaning forward trying to stare her down. He didn’t want her to retract her offer, but he was so not telling that story, hell, and any story like that in public.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Evan asked, "How did we miss this?"

Julie's response was simply to stare at him in silence. Unlike the information Keith had himself gleaned from Evan's laptop, this information had been provided to her without explanation. She wasn't about to tell her target this, but despite his earlier comment about Julie being the brains of the operation, she wasn't the person in charge... the Boss. The demand to get the IT contract had come from the Boss, as had the text she received at Ted and Joe's two days earlier that had simply said He's wired.

Julie had been very impressed with herself and with how things had be going at club that night until the text. Her confidence had taken a serious dump when she met with the Boss afterward and learned that not only had Evan been broadcasting but he'd had escorts as well. She'd hadn't expected either, and she'd nearly had to grovel to keep her job extorting Evan of the things the Boss wanted.

"This is what I want from him," the Boss had told her, sliding her a list of four demands. "Commit days are next to them. Ensure they are achieved during the time frame listed... no sooner, no later."

She'd only been tasked with four demands. She'd demanded eight favors. Evan had agreed to only five. In the end, they'd both won: he had to perform three less than she'd requested and she was going to get one more than that with which she'd been tasked.

Julie had expected push back today, so when Evan pulled out his phone and jumped right on the first favor, she had been unable to hide her delight. Her face filled with a wide smile and her eyes sparkled. By the time he was done with the call, Julie was realizing that this man she was blackmailing was making her hot.

You are SO fucked up, she thought to herself. How can you get wet for a man whose life you're threatening to ruin? There was just something wrong with that. Evan likely would just as soon see her in bright orange standing behind steel bars than in semi-sheer lingerie laying on a motel bed. Of course, there was a big difference between fantasizing about fucking Evan and actually fucking Evan. Julie didn't honestly think anything physical would happen between the two of them. Well, not sexually physical. There was still a great possibility that Evan might get physical with Julie... with his fists against her face.

She was high on the world after Evan's performance on the phone, horny as all hell, and remembering that she had one favor that belonged to just her, not the Boss. She couldn't ask him to slip away to a hotel to fuck, so she'd done the next best thing by asking him to describe not just one of his past sexual experiences but the kinkiest, weirdest, and/or most inappropriate one.

His response didn't shock her. "You think I’m gonna tell you in this public square?”

"No, I suppose not," she answered.

Julie stood slowly from her chair and pulled the light weight steel and glass table two feet away from him, spilling both of their drinks and tipping over the glass vase in which was held a synthetic rose. The sound of the glass container smacking the glass table top and the accompanying screech of the table's metal feet across concrete caused some of those around them to grimace and shoot her varying degrees of harsh expressions. She ignored them, moving around the table until she was close to Evan, half turning, and sitting right in his lap. She wrapped her left arm around his neck and began caressing her right hand over his chest.

It might have looked like a very inappropriate public display of affection, like grinding her ass against his cock at the country bar two nights earlier. But as soon as her fingers found the wire connecting the tiny microphone taped to his chest and the power source belted around his waist, it must have been obvious to Evan what Julie was doing. Before he could say anything, she reached a finger up to press against his lips. She left it there for a moment, then reached to her healthy bosom, slipped the fingers of one hand into her cleavage, and pulled out a small electronic device. She pressed a button, illuminating a small indicator light.

"Now they can't hear us," Julie began, shifting her hips just enough to find his cock against her ass cheeks... then grind it a bit more as she had dancing. She slipped the device into Evan's jacket's breast pocket so that the jammer would stay close to him. She said in a seductive purr, "I want to hear your tale. I won't take no for an answer."

She reached the tips of her fingers to his mouth again, toying with his lips for a moment before rising from his lap to stand over him, her shapely "B's" just inches from his eyes. She looked to him and finished, "I'm going across to the motel behind me... I'm getting a room... I'm leaving word with the clerk that you'll be looking for me... And you're going to do whatever you need to do to come share your story with me."

Then, she spun and walked away.



Twenty minutes later, Julie was sitting in room 211 in a deep, soft chair, waiting for Evan. Her knees were open and her skirt was hiked up her hips enough to give anyone who bothered to look a good enough view to know she was wearing red down there. She didn't know if Evan would show up...

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan almost jumped as she stood, calmly yanking back the table. He watched her move closer, his eyes focused on her in her just pushing the limit of decency skirt. A look he liked on her. It was like she was trying to look formal, but just not quite able to do so, nothing that would get her scolded at work for being inappropriate, but pretty close.

He was surprised when she sat in his lap, her left arm sliding around him, hand resting against the short hairs on the back of his neck. His attention was divided by the feel of her ass on his lap, causing his body to stir, and her right hand which began to stroke over his chest. Those delicate fingertips slipped through the buttons on his shirt probing his chest. He was unsure what she was doing until her touch found the wire taped in place there.

He opened his mouth to say something and that hand rose to cover his lips with a single finger. He found himself obediently falling silent though. Within seconds her hand had dipped between those breasts, producing an electronic device. He realized it was a jammer as she mentioned that they couldn’t hear them anymore. He simply nodded, unsure what he thought of her doing that.

He was unsure why she reached back up to touch his lips, but her touch felt nice and he smiled slightly under her touch. She abruptly stood up and his eyes were at a level with those full breasts. He didn’t think they were quite a D cup, as there was no sag to them what so ever, but his guess was a large c at least. He drew his gaze upward as she spoke and nodded. Would he do it? He wondered to himself as he watched her sashay away.

As expected within seconds his cell phone rang. “Boss, you’re wire isn’t working, all I’m getting is fuzz, recommend you abort.” Evan sighed, “I’m fine, I plan to continue.” He replied.

“At least stop by Jackson and have him fix the damn mic.” Evan shook his head, even though the caller couldn’t see it. If he was really going to do this he did not want his business associates hearing this story.

“There’s no time, she gave me a time limit. I’ll be fine, she’s just one woman, and you guys will keep any of her friends at bay I’m sure.” With that Evan hung up.

Several minutes later he arrived at the hotel as well. “Room 400 sir, the suite.” The lady said handing him the key. “And I will need your credit card, sir. The lady told me that you would be paying and that you would have a generous tip for me if I allowed her to go up to the room without having paid for it yet.” Evan’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest but clapped it shut again clenching his teeth.

“Yes, she was right.” He said stiffly as he handed the woman his credit card as well as a $50 dollar bill. The woman swiped the card and made the bill disappear faster than Evan could blink. This must have been what Julie had meant by “you’ll do what ever you need to.”

Heading towards the elevator Evan muttered to himself, “Suite? my story isn’t that good.” Just because Evan was loaded, didn’t mean he was ok about having to spend the money on the room, but he supposed there were worse things she could do to him.

He opened the door and stepped in, and was doubly surprised by the size and grandeur of the room, as well as the sight of her seated in the chair; her skirt rode up so he could see a healthy glimpse of shapely thighs. “So nice of you to get us a room.” He said acidly, the sarcasm dripping from his words. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her, this was in many ways still her show. He would find a way to control the situation, but for now it seemed like he were just a bull being lead around by a ring through his nose.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Julie remained in place for a long moment, studying Evan, giving him a good look at red fabric between her thighs, before standing and walking across to him, slowly, with a little extra wiggle in her hips. She stood over him for a long moment, just staring hungrily down into his eyes. Then, she reached to her hips and pulled her skirt upwards until it rested around her waist, fully exposing the thong to him.

"Take my panties off me," she demanded in a whisper. "Then... after you tell me your story... I might let you eat me out."

She was feeling particularly randy now, so horny she would have pulled the bus boy into the room on his next pass down the hallway if Evan hadn't shown up. This wasn't normally for her, of course. She'd never before had sex with one of her Marks. She wasn't yet certain that she was even going to have sex with Evan. But she knew that if she did, her smart phone -- on video record, hidden on a nearby counter, aimed directed at the bed -- would catch every moment of it, just in case she needed another favor...

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan stared at her silk covered pussy only a foot from his face, what red blooded male wouldn’t? He cleared his throat looking up swiftly to her eyes. “Say what?” he asked after clearing his throat. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t in our arrangement.” He seemed to visibly gather his will and his whits about him, “If you know me, then you know I do not cheat on my wife.” He paused and then finished, “No matter how neglected I may feel.” This was one view he had clung to all of these years. He had been with other women while still with his wife, however they were always times they were temporarily broken up, or separated, he always drew that distinction in his mind, and it was in theory, what allowed him to sleep at night.

His steadfast attitude was somewhat weakened by the fact that his eyes dropped to those panties, which if he guessed looked damp. His hands even lifted slightly as if to obey her commands. His wife was never this forward, never this aggressive and somewhere in the depths of his soul, Evan craved that. He wanted to feel wanted by a woman.

The story he had planned to tell her wasn’t too honestly dissimilar to this moment. It too concerned a sexually aggressive woman, who knew how to get what she wanted. Of course some of what she had wanted was Evan humbled; she had gotten that in spades. Evan honestly didn’t realize that he could be that desperate for what she offered that he’d allow some of what was done to him that night by those ladies. He couldn’t really tell her that stuff though, could he? What made this situation different? Why the hell was he so nervous?

 

[RPgirl2016]

“If you know me, then you know I do not cheat on my wife,” Evan told Julie. “No matter how neglected I may feel.”

"You've already cheated on her, Evan," she said quickly. She reached a hand out to his temple, to begin toying with his hair as she continued, "You cheated on her in your heart... watching all of that porn... fantasizing that you were the man whose cock was being swallowed... all the way... to the base... slipping deep inside her throat... erupting... filling her mouth..."

Julie had been caressing her fingers down Evan's cheek when she curled them under his chin and forced his face upwards with a firm lift. She was slowly slipping into a more dominant role, recalling how many of the women in Evan's porn had been that way, forcing their men to fuck'n'suck'em hard and fast.

She growled, "Take off my panties, Evan... press them to your face... breath in my scent... want me... then... tell me your story... while I masturbate for you."

Julie had said that last part without much thought. She only knew that the longer she stood here, the more horny she was getting; and if Evan was dead set against not servicing her, she'd service herself and see how he reacted.

 

[The_gladiator]

Evan heard her words responding to his claims of fidelity. Was she right? He wondered as he felt her hand stroke his temple, beginning to toy with the waves of his hair. He breathed out a little breath, sounding a tad unsteady hearing her words which were causing him to react. He had always loved words. Even so he was still shaking his head in denial.

Evan felt her soft hand traveling downward, and felt his body reacting slightly as he unconsciously leaned into that gentle touch. That was when her hand reached his chin and lifted his face with her fingertips. The abrupt motion forced him to gasp. He wondered if she knew the effect she had had on him with that one simple motion. It tripped something inside Evan, that hadn’t been roused in many years, at least not in person.

Evan’s hands rose obediently to slide up the outsides of her thighs, gentle fingertips slipping up the silky smooth skin. He Caught fingertips in the edge of the elastic band and began to pull them down. He lowered his hands with them Straining slightly against her grip to look down, wanting to see, would she be shaved, have some hair; he couldn’t help but to be curious.

He let the panties fall to the ground, only obeying half of her order. If he wanted a sent or taste of her womanhood he would only want it from the source. His eyes widened, had he actually just thought that? How much temptation could one man take? “I’m not sure where or how to begin,” he said finally, knowing he had to say something, they couldn’t stay frozen in this moment forever, she forcing his hazel eyes to look up between her breasts to meet her gaze.

 

[RPgirl2016]

I have you now, Julie thought as she felt Evan's hands caressing up her legs to take hold of and begin pulling down her thong. Almost immediately she followed that thought with another: Thank God!

The blackmailer was so on fire down there that she about ready to rape the man sitting on the bed before her. She was never like this! Why now? Why with him? She wouldn't truly understand it until later, but it was simply an outreach of her extortion. Julie knew Evan didn't want to cheat on his wife anymore than he wanted to succumb to Julie's blackmail. It was because of that that the tall, sexy brunette was pushing the quiet, mild mannered business executive so roughly.

He told her, “I’m not sure where or how to begin.”

Julie caressed the fingers of one hand over Evan's face, almost like a grandmother might do to a young child. But then, just about the time the gesture started to feel almost tender and loving, the ran the tip of one finger over his lips, toying with them, inside and out, suggestively, as if there was something she wanted him to do with them... on her. Then, with her skirt still high up on her hips, showing off the narrow, trimmed runway of pubic hair above her pussy, she stepped out of her panties, moved back away from him, unhurried, and sat back in the chair from whence she'd come. As she caressed her hands over her thighs, then down in between them, she parted her legs to show off the glistening lips of her yearning pussy.

"Start with her name," Julie purred as her fingers began ever so gently touching her pussy lips, opening them just enough to wet her fingers before touching her clitoris and drawing a deep, excited breath. She continued in a whisper that was already revealing the pleasure she was causing herself, "Then... tell me what you did with her."

 

[The_gladiator]

She continued to touch him, her hands a mix of comforting and highly erotic. He was almost gasping when she drew back finally affording him a glimpse of her pussy, with its hair just above her shaved lips. He couldn’t help licking his lips. His wife’s pussy had never seen a razor, at least never when she was with Evan.

His eyes were riveted to what her hands were doing, as he watched every single move of those hands, the hands he wished were still touching him. “Yes, her name, a good place to start.” He said, and realized suddenly that he was somewhat babbling due to nervousness. He didn’t want to give Julie the woman’s name. If he did give the name he knew as a part of the story he would have to tell who the woman was, and then she would know who the Elaine was in the video on his laptop.

He finally pulled his eyes up from what she was doing, it was distracting him and if he kept watching her he wouldn’t get through his story. “Elaine,” he finally said. Knowing she would recognize the name. “There has never been another woman who could make me react like she could. I sadly have done things I didn’t ever think I would just to have her mouth on me. I’m not sure if you’ve ever experienced someone like that.” He said his eyes intent on her face, watching the expressions of pleasure she was granting herself. He resolved to tell her the story hopefully keeping out the fact that Elaine was His wife’s sister. “The story actually starts with a woman named Megan.



15 years ago.

21 year old Evan sat on a stool in the airport’s hotel bar. It was his last night before he caught a flight home to rejoin his wife. Separated for 6 months, in part while Evan took an internship working for Mr. H, and for a part because he was sick of fighting. However that was all ending, internship completed, he had finally decided maybe he should give he and his wife another chance.

He was fending off the awkward attempts to hit on him by a young blonde who said her name was Megan. She was pretty enough however he was committed to going back to Sarah.

Just then he heard a voice that instantly made him stiffen. Another woman had appeared behind Megan, resting long fingered hands on her shoulders. He didn’t even register what exactly she said, something along the lines of allow her to convince him, or seduce him or something. He was shocked to see her here. Just seeing the redhead brought back memories of being 18, and the first break he had with his then girlfriend Sarah Michaels. That was when he had first become entangled with Elaine Michaels—Lady Elaine—or mistress—Sarah’s much older, sister. How was she here now in this hotel bar? He had made a point of avoiding her, even at family functions and here she was. In that moment he was certain his wife was right, the devil is always testing our virtues, and Elaine was certainly that… temptation in the flesh.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Now:

Julie was actually quite surprised that Evan began his story. She'd actually been expecting him to leap up, shed his clothes, and come to the chair to fuck her. In all honesty, she would have allowed it. She was so fucking hot right now, she would have let the man do anything with, to, or for her.

“Elaine,” he began. He spoke of what the woman had meant to him, finishing, "I’m not sure if you’ve ever experienced someone like that.”

Honestly, Julie hadn't. Oh, she'd thought she was in love several times. And she'd had a handful of infatuations, just like the one she was inadvertently and dangerously developing for Evan. But she'd never truly been as overwhelmed by a man as Evan was making her believe he had been over this Elaine woman who had made an erotic appearance in the porn on Evan's laptop.

He continued, “The story actually starts with a woman named Megan..."

15 years ago:

"Business or pleasure?"

Megan had smiled to the man at the bar, not just once but twice, then greeted him with a quick Hello. He'd been polite yet had shown no interest in striking up a conversation, even after she bought him a refill on his poison of choice and introduced herself. She'd gotten a quick thank you... then nothing.

"Give it up, girl," a second female voice chimed in. From beyond the younger, pretty blonde, a slightly older, stunning redhead came into the man's view, smiling hungrily at him even as she was caressing the tips of one hand's finger's over the bare shoulder of the second woman. She continued with the tone of a teacher, "You want to seduce a man lost in love... You have to know exactly what it is that he yearns for."

Standing tall on five inch heels, Elaine Michaels shifted her weight from one long, lean leg to the other, the move pressing much of her front side intimately against Megan's backside. The fingers that had been on the blonde's shoulder traced downward, to her elbow, off to the woman's waist, then hip, then flesh of one thigh displayed by a tight fitting dress that barely curled over the younger woman's ass. And the entire gesture was done while Elaine's gaze was set firmly upon Evan's wide, shocked eyes.

"What does he yearn for?" Megan asked, her tone and demeanor suddenly more seductive and suggestive with Elaine's addition to the conversation. She turned on the bar stool, lowered the one knee that had been bent over the other, and -- parting her thighs several inches -- pulled the standing woman into the gap, until Elaine's hip was pressing into Megan groin. The younger woman asked, "This yearning... Is it something I have?"

Elaine's smile widened as she studied Evan for a moment. Without looking at the woman, she answered, "Sorry, lover. No." Then, the redhead and blonde met gazes, and Elaine leaned in to give the younger woman a passionate, wet kiss that ultimately resulted in the bartender clearing his throat and saying, "Get a room... or bring it back here behind the bar so I can join in."

The two women laughed, then separated. Elaine whispered into Megan's ear, then moved slowly over to stand close to Evan, studying him for a moment. Behind her, the blonde tossed a pair of twenties on the bar, telling the bartender to settle up both her and the man's tabs, then stood and headed for the exit. She was barely 5'4" but with heels as tall as the 5'10" Elaine, the younger woman looked all legs and ass as she walked away.

"She may not have what you yearn for, Evan," Elaine purred, reaching out to toy with his loosely knotted tie and lapels before lifting the hand to caress his cheek as she leaned in closer. "But I think I do... don't I?"

In a move that Evan would again experience 15 years later with an as-of-yet-unknown woman named Julie, Elaine lifted a long, extended index finger to press against Evan's lips, urging him to remain silent. She didn't want him to ruin this with words. She had already talked to her sister. She knew the two of them had reconciled, that they were getting back together. She knew where Evan was staying, thanks to information from her oblivious little sister. She knew that if she was ever going to have Evan again, it was going to have to be tonight.

Elaine had had an appointment across town and had been afraid she wouldn't be able to get to the airport hotel before he checked out. She'd sent Megan ahead to keep the man's interest. It hadn't worked. Elaine wasn't certain whether that surprised her or not. She knew how Evan felt about her sister. It was a troubled love, but it was a deep love. Elaine knew that it would withstand the test of time. Elaine even knew that it would withstand the test of Elaine. She loved her little sister, and would never do anything to hurt her. That was the only reason she was doing this: after all was said and done, Elaine would get the adventure after which she was chasing, and Evan would get the woman he wanted... Sarah.

"My friend if getting a room upstairs," Elaine went on, her voice low, seductive. Her gaze wandered over Evan's face, and -- with small steps and a bit of force -- her body slipped in between the man's knees until she was almost but not quite pressing into his groin as she had pressed into the now absent blonde's. "I'll be joining her... I'll have my case... my things..." She didn't have to start listing the items she kept in that case. He'd seen them before. He would remember them... the leather... the metal... the latex. As if knowing where his mind was, Elaine told Evan, "All the things we wanted to play with last time... but had no time... no opportunity."

She leaned in slowly and, pulling back the finger that had been playing upon his lips, kissed him ever so softly with slightly parted lips. At the same time, her other hand had fallen to his groin and laid directly upon his solidified cock, groping it just once before pulling back. She smiled. "Why don't you join us. Have some fun... before you go back to your life with my sister."

Elaine pulled back, spun on her heels, and was gone. Her hips, like the blonde's before her, swayed conspicuously, causing the bartender to lean in and say, "Jesus Christ man, go!

 

[The_gladiator]

Then

Evan watched her as she stroked a hand over the woman’s arm, down to shapely thighs, which Evan had to admit he missed before, the woman just not hitting his radar. However, with the addition of Elaine, it caught his attention.

His gaze kept locked with hers; unable to believe she was here. So many memories of her. His mind was drawn back to the moment as he watched the two women kiss. He knew that Elaine Loved women as much as men, but it surprised him to see her with one, she did typically date men.

Seconds later Elaine stepped closer to him, her hand rising to touch his face. Before he could reply she laid one of those manicured fingertips, with their characteristic red tips against his lips. He had been going to deny she was what he yearned for, but As her hand found in his lap—his straining erection—would have put a lie to that. He shivered at her words, her things, she had only introduced him to some of her toys, and others he had been scared to let her use on him in the past, did he want to experience these things before he went back to his wife? He was also very aware that he had never had a threesome.

Just like that she was gone again, leaving him with his thoughts, and the straining erection tenting his slacks. He jerked his eyes to the bartender. “It’s not as easy as that.” He said softly.

“Yeah it is, once in a life time man, don’t let life just pass you by.” Evan glared, but he was right. He stared down at the key card she had slipped him before she sashayed away. Room 920.

He Rose and headed up to the room. He wiped sweating palms on his slacks as he rode up. He realized when he had to insert the key card that he was going to the penthouse level. It was obvious that she had been planning this, for some time, or else she worked quickly.

Finally he arrived at the room and opened the door slowly, almost tentatively. In the business room he was strong and confident, but in this situation, with a woman like Elaine he was very nervous. She brought out a side of him that he didn’t completely understand, there was something about her that just called to a part of him. Stepping through the door he let his gaze sweep through the room. He couldn’t see the bedroom or the bathroom from where he stood, but if they were as nice as the sitting room he could see, it was a very nice suite indeed with plenty of room for whatever might go on in this room tonight...