The Triple Play (reserved)

[ERedBoyd]

Joel Faucett stood at the glass doors that separated him from the entire staff and crew of Knight Fund Inc. Being one of the founding members of the hedge fund, he had worked with his two best friends in the world, Pete Knight and his wife Freya Knight. Between his ability to work the algorithms needed to select the most profitable funds, Pete's ability to work clients and customers, and Freya's ability to manage the more than 80 staff that worked for the fund, the two had turned an initial investment of an measly 2.5 million into a hedge fund that was valued at over 10.2 Billion.

Pete was the ultimate salesman with the unique ability to zone in quickly on how to convince a client to invest in the firm and had brought in a huge quantity of clients in on the promises of wealth and pursuant of their own dreams.... police funds, retirement funds, 401Ks funds, you name it, Pete could bring them into the fold. They woudl take the combined resources of those funds and invest into the millions of different opportunities that would turn profits for them and their investors. That was Joel's job. He had built the ulitimate program that would scan the entire world wide market looking for particular interest markers, then reach out to the different PM's and fund managers who would then make the investments. His programs kept the Fund nearly 20% above the standard profitability curve that was out there. People had tried to by his program, lease it, steal it. But he would not sell... and he never let anyone touch it but him and a select few people he trusted. He could have retired off the program sales alone, but in doing so take away the Knight Fund's advantage. In addition, he could... he would NEVER do that to Pete and Freya.

They had been friends since college when Pete and met up with Joel in a class... and instantly became friends. Pete was the ultimate salesman with a head for business.... and Joel had the head for investing in the markets. Freya kept a tight leash on the employees who handled parts of the funds for investing. She was the HR director, the counselor... and the company's 'Momma'. She was well loved as well and all three of them knew that the moment anyone got into her face, the entire company would come to her defense. Yes... the employees were very fond of the momma. Likewise, they were very fond of their papa as well when looked to Pete who was ferocious and a genius investor.

But none of this machine worked... without Joel. He was the real brains behind the scenes... he was an awkward man who didn't care much for dealing with people. His best friends were those online program troubleshooters and mathematicians. He let Pete and Freya handle the people... he handled the programs and the code. In the end, they each needed each other... more than they care to admit.

 

[Wishes78]

Peyton Knight was staring out of the window of his executive office. Everyone called him Pete, but Peyton knew who he was. While Pete was the friendly charming face he encouraged most people to see, he always thought of himself as Peyton. Pete was too relaxed, and too common, to be who he really was.

The view was naturally breath taking. There was no question over who would have this office. As the CEO, and public face of Knight Fund, it was going to be his. The rest of the office was modern and clear of clutter. The walls were solid, no internal glass, not even in the door, not for Peyton's office. He smiled to himself as he thought about all the ways he enjoyed the privacy those walls brought. His was also the only office where the security cameras were turned off when the occupant was present.

He was deep in thought as he looked out across the city, Knight Fund had been a huge success, but of course it was, he was at it's head. But it wasn't enough, he knew it couldn't be. He was not yet the biggest man in the city. His brow crinkled in thought as he considered his next move. Joel and Freya had been instrumental in setting up the fund and to it's success, Peyton was aware of that fact, but now he knew they'd maybe be an obstacle to what would come next. He loved them both, as far as he could be sure he loved anyone but if they got in his way, if they slowed him in his quest to dominate this city, this life, well, he hoped it wouldn't come too much to that.

He was more pensive than usual, mainly as he considered his current project and whether to enact it now or later. Between them, Freya and Joel controlled just over half the Fund, Peyton had the single biggest vote but not enough to for total control. His latest plan was simple but devious, and he enjoyed the cleverness of it. He would make it up to Joel afterwards, he knew his oldest friend would understand eventually and the scheme wouldn't ruin him, just enable Peyton to ensure that Joel and Freya couldn't block him at the boardroom.

They loved the Fund and they'd never have the nerve to risk it like he needed to if he was to grab his ultimate prize. As he thought of Freya his smile softened. She seemed to understand him so well, again he felt sure she'd stand by him, he hadn't targeted her at all in this scheme, he hoped she wouldn't give him reason to target her later.

Thoughts of his wife always reassured him of his conviction that he deserved all he dreamed of. After all if a woman like Frey would give herself to him, in all the ways she did, he knew he was born to rule. Unbidden memories from last night rose in his mind. The way her long blonde hair had perfectly framed her beautiful face, the soft look in her blue eyes, so full of adoration staring up into his, the tight wet feeling of her mouth and throat wrapped around his cock as he steadily fucked her face. He let out a long sign, almost a moan. Peyton knew that he was not lucky, no luck had nothing to do with it. He simply deserved the love and attention of a woman like Freya. After all, she would never behave like that for a lesser person.

Shrugging off the pleasant distraction, Peyton resolved to put his plan into action. He strode to his desk and opened his terminal. He quickly open the program he had written, Joel always though he was the computer whizz, but Peyton was about to show him. The program was simple, it would move some of the Funds money around, make sure some of it was where it wasn't supposed to be. The target accounts were all linked to Joel. Once complete the program would give an anonymous tip off to Freya. Peyton knew she'd come straight to him. They wouldn't act too hastily but would start an investigation into Joel. That's all he needed. While under investigation Joel couldn't vote on the board and so Peyton could pass himself a compensation package which would expand his ownership to a position where he could make all the decisions regardless of Freya's and Joel's position.

He intended to blame a computing error to wind up the investigation and reinstate Joel, no one would actually get hurt, and step 1 would be complete. He'd be ready and able to turn the Fund into whatever he chose. Peyton couldn't help but grin as he executed the program, the transfers being set up and made. It was almost too easy.

 

[Wishes78]

Freya Knight was not smiling at the young brunette in front of her. This one had been clever and so this had been tricky. It always amazed her how many people thought the pretty, kind and pleasant blonde was both CFO and in charge of people at Knight Fund while somehow also being stupid.

The young woman in front of her was reading the documents Freya had handed to her; they were transcripts. Transcripts of conversations the unfortunate woman would recognise all too well. Freya tried very hard to keep women like this one away from Joel. Pete would have eaten her for breakfast. Maybe even literally and the thought had a hint of smile forming on the corner of Freya's lovely mouth. But Joel, well he wasn't so good with people. God this could have potentially been Mrs Faucett the Third if Freya hadn't started looking out for her friend.

The young woman stopped reading and started leafing through the pages skimming, she started to blush as her eyes flew over some of the more intimate conversations. They were all of her, communicating not only with Joel but also her real lover. A second file sat closed on Freya's desk, it outlined all the criminal history of the brunette's actual lover including his current probation, and the restraining order the two were under. Restrained by the state from being near each other.

The brunette stopped reading and looked Freya in the eyes.

"So Mrs Knight, why are you showing me these? It's not a crime to flirt with more than one guy."

Freya left her waiting for a reply, stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

"No, it is not, but these conversations are none the less very interesting. Joel was a kind boss to you, and you managed, somehow, to evade my usual techniques of detecting people like you during the interview and on-boarding process. I'm just glad I caught on before Joel actually became attached to you. Do you know how much trouble you can be in? You need to think very carefully about your next words?"

The blonde watched the girl as she waited for a response. She could see her reflection in the glass, the battle taking place in side of her. She was scared alright but also there were flashes of defiance, of violence even, but wisely the girl stayed silent.

"Good" Freya turned back to her with a smile. "It seems I did get it right; that you are at least a smart girl. This is what will happen now, you will clear you desk and never step foot in this building again. You'll tell Joel nothing about your actual plans, but you will tell him you've met someone else. You will be paid up to the end of the month and you'll receive a reference which will not harm you in finding new work. But you will never enter this building again, apart from telling him good bye, you will never communicate with Joel, or anyone else who works here, ever again. Is that clear?"

The brunette couldn't help it, Freya could see it in her eyes, she just couldn't quite control her temper. Her pretty face scrunched up as her face broke out in an angry snarl.

"Just who do you think you are, telling people who they can..."

"I think" Freya cut her off without raising her voice but picking up the second file menacingly. The girls eyes latched on to it. "I'm the person holding the evidence that you intended to honey trap a man for financial gain. That you were working and liaising with a known felon, one who is in breach of his parole if he even talks to you. The photos of your last get away together and those transcripts are more than enough to send him back to jail, and to start you on your way there. Do not mistake my kindness for softness, if you don't do as I order, this will be in the prosecutors office before you can jerk your bad boy off. Do you understand?"

Freya stood at her full height, her smile was gone and she gave the impression that she very well may be an amazonian warrior dressed in a particularly good business suit.

The girl gritted her teeth, but she was bright enough to know when she'd been defeated and magnanimously so.

"Very well then" She half spat as she struggled to remain civil. "I'll go."

The girl stood up and made for the door. Freya watched her. Beyond the open doorway stood a very large guy from security, waiting to escort her to clear out her desk. Freya smile and nodded to him as he stepped forward and then the door closed, putting the whole nasty exchange to bed. Freya sank to her chair with a deep sigh. She looked at the photo framed on her desk, of her Joel and Pete at their graduation, she looked into Joel's younger but no less kind eyes and shook her head.

"Right then Joel, we need to find you a new, more suitable playmate, or mate! One day I'll not manage to sniff these bitches out! Sometimes I'm not sure which one of you will be the death of me." She shook her head with a chuckle.

Oh yes, actually she did know which one would be the cause of that and it certainly wouldn't be Joel. She stretched trying to release the knots in her shoulders from the tension of the day and the difficult confrontation. Glancing at the clock she realised it wouldn't be long until she and Peyton where home and she could ask him for a little stress relief. That brought a smile to her face as the phone on her desk rang and she reached to pick it up.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Joel stood completely flabbergasted as to what had happened to him and Rebecca, his assistant. Rebecca had made it through Freya's rigorous hiring process so she had gotten a clean bill of health. All agents and employees of Knight Fund Inc went through an extensive hiring process including initial interview, mid level interviews with the lower level HR people under Freya, then another round of interview with each of the owners of the Fund, Freya, Pete and himself. An exhaustive background check came after that as well as a social media review. He wasn't sure about the whole entire process which was in Freya's wheelhouse, but he had been completely confident that in procedures.

When Freya gave the thumbs up on the new assistant for him, he had been thrilled. She was absolutely everything he could have wanted. Beautiful, charming, witty, sassy, protective, caring were just some of the qualities he would have used to explain Rebecca. Then there was that night in his office when she stayed late for him. He had not asked for her to stay, even encouraged her to go home, but there had been some code that had mistakenly malfunctioned in the system that caused random recommendations for stocks to buy into. It had been one of the worst nights he had had since the company had started. Turned out it was due to some bad input that one of his coders had put into the system, but it had taken him nearly 36 hours to figure it out... 36 hours straight! When your entire company is that dependent on you to save their bacon, there was no down time.

He remembered she stayed at her desk for a time pretending to work and then eventually putting down that pretext and walked in with him. The building save his office was dark and everyone was gone save the coders nearly 10 stories down in the server rooms. She had brought him dinner, coffee, drinks, ran any kind of error she could think of for him. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. Her fingers were amazing! The fingers on his shoulders led to her lips on his... her kneeling between his legs under his desk, and on and on and on. Ironically... after she had successful emptied his massive back up in his balls, the idea had come to him and he had it solved in the matter of a few minutes.

Now he stared at her as she was holding her box of personal effects next to a security guard, glaring once as Freya who watched her like a hawk, then disappeared into the elevator. She didn't even come to say good bye. He hadn't even noticed anything was different as he had been neck deep in his work for 3 hours. His cock was going to miss her mouth....

After the doors closed, his eyes shifted up to the same floor with Freya who had shifted her eyes to him. He decided it was time to see what was what.... he turned to walk out of his office only to have the cord on his headset cinch tight on his throat causing him to stumble, kicking his desk which caused his cup of coffee to fall off and crash into the floor. He had always been a bit klutzy at times. He pulled the headset off, tossed it to the desk, uncoiled the cord at his neck and then stepped past the broken coffee up and headed towards Freya, who had been watching the entire thing from her office on the other side of the floor. She must think he was the most ridiculous men on the planet the way he acted sometimes. He knew he was not a people person. He left people for Pete and Freya, but on occasion, he finds a person he wants to get closer too. It is so rare with him that to have that person seemingly removed from his presence without his input was rather disturbing to him! That had been his secretary... not hers.

As he crossed to her office, she stepped back with a knowing look, opened her glass door and guided him into her office. After the door closed, he looked ot her saying, "What was that all about? What happened?"

 

[Wishes78]

Freya let out a soft sigh as she watched Rebecca pack her things without so much at glancing towards Joel, through the glass walls of his office. Her sigh was for him, she was well aware of how much Rebecca had 'done' for him. It's only Pete's office where there wasn't 24/7 security cameras and Freya had enjoyed watching the first couple of hook ups her friend and the young honey trap had enjoyed.

Joel though, he would have no clue as to what happened. Freya's gaze switched back and forth and she could see the confused look on his face and his rising concern. She kept her smile to herself. Pete would be so different in this situation, he'd be out that door demanding what was happening, instead Joel watched with increasing distress and Freya wondered if she'd been too lenient when she noticed a look of hurt flash across his face as the little bitch turned to leave without so much as a glance his way.

After she was in the elevator Joel managed to ruin a shirt stumbling, finally able to move now it was too late, across his office. Freya's heart gave a little wimp-per for his loss but she didn't let it change her outward expression. She just held the door open as he rushed across the office to get to her.

She shut the door behind him, and nodded towards the chair, so recently vacated by Rebecca.

"What was that all about? What happened?" Joels asked, in what was as close to a demand as the mild man ever seemed to give. But Freya knew better than to think him weak. Klutzy and clueless with people? Yes, but weak, stupid, expendable? Definitely not. He was staring at her as she circled her desk and picked up the file she had threatened Rebecca with. She simply passed it over to him and sat back in her own chair, studying him across the desk.

His brow deepened as he read the contents, his anger shifting before he looked up at her. She could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, Joel wore all his feelings out there for anyone to read. In response, because she knew he needed it, she let her guard drop and her eyes softened, a concerned smile raised at the edge of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, and choosing her words carefully. "I know you liked her, and that you both enjoyed working together. But when I learned about this I thought I'd better act swiftly. I would normally have consulted you if the evidence wasn't so damning and we both know you were starting to get emotionally involved too." She got up and walked around the desk, leaning her tight frame against it, she took his hand.

"We did the best we could with the vetting, but she managed to fool us, I'll find you a replacement as soon as possible." She looked up at her own secretary, a demure brunette, pretty and 100% loyal to Freya and the fund. Freya reached down and picked up her phone, she watched as the call connected and her secretary picked up. "Hey, Emily, could you pop in here please?"

Emily picked up a tablet she uses for making notes and made her way inside, closing the door carefully behind her.

"Hi Joel" she smiled and he looked around at her confused.

"Joel has lost his personal assistant, until we get her replaced would you mind helping him out please?" Freya smiled at the woman, Joel's head whipped back and forth and as he was staring at Emily, Freya gave her a sly wink. "Could you look after anything he needs please? If any of us can manage without a PA for a while we know it's me."

Freya catch Joel's eye as his head swivelled back to her, yes Freya had noticed that he could hardly keep his eyes from Emily's hem line in the past. Before Rebecca had stayed late. "I assume, that meets your immediate needs, Joel?" Freya couldn't help but almost smirk as he nodded silently. "Good, I'll start searching for her replacement, you can only borrow her from me! I'll need her back!" Freya turned away.. "Her PA skills anyway" she added to herself with a dirty giggle.

"I'll go move desk then?" Asked Emily looking between them both with a warm smile for Joel and as he nodded she left the room.

"Hey Joel, if that ok? I know she'll have everything covered for you, she's the best PA I've ever had?"

 

[ERedBoyd]

To say Joel was crushed about this sudden turn of events with the relationship he that THOUGHT he had been developing with Rebecca was an understatement. He couldn't stop reading down the list of her findings and the boyfriend she had kept on the side lines. His mind began to slide back through some of his encounters with her on and off campus. Did she leave him only to go the boyfriend afterwards and have a nice on laugh at his expense?! His face grew sickly at the thought that he had licked and lapped on her in the same place another guy had been sticking his dick.... That alone made him feel more violated than anything else.

He heard her making a few decisions on his behalf about a secretary and really didn't pay much mind to it. If Freya thought it was a good idea, then he would go with it for now. He had visited with Emily a few times and thought her a nice lady if a bit on the ... shallow side. He didn't mean she was vain... but beyond her job and her social media page and her little pug, there did not seem to be a lot of marbles rolling around in her head. Women like that were safe to have as secretaries. They weren't smart enough to fully grasp the moves happening in the building, but able enough to make sure those moves were implemented.

He got up from the chair and closed the folder and handed it to her. It surprised him mildly that Freya put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him apologizing once more for his pain. He nodded to himself and headed back to his office. He realized he had a mess on the floor and leaned down to clean it up. Emily quickly came to his side and knelt down in her pencil skirt and white blouse filling his nose with the flowery perfume and said, "I will take care of that for you sir."

Joel stood back up, feeling defeated and walked to his desk and sat back down. Then the thought of Rebecca and that boyfriend came back to his head once more.... and he muttered, "It isn't over yet...." He glanced to Emily who was tossing the broken cup away and calling for housekeeping to come clean up the stain. He looked down at his filing cabinet and pulled a small gold key from his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer. He reached inside and pulled out a flip style cell phone and opened it, hitting speed dial 1. He turned his back away from the door and tucked himself a bit behind his monitors. HE could still be seen, but not as visibly.

"You need my services?" A deep voice said from the other side of the phone.

"Sending you a name, soc, address. I want everything you have on them. Woman has a boyfriend. I want everything on him too. In fact, fuck them give me the parents, siblings, anyone she has contact with outside of the office." Joel said menacingly and softly.

"Going to cost you extra." The man said.

"I will pay double." He said calmly glancing about catching Freya talking with Pete in his office.

"Consider it done. Have the report by tomorrow." The man said and hung up. Pete put the phone back in the cabinet and locked it up,, tucking the key back in his pocket. Bitch made a fool of me did she? He was about to show her the error of her ways in ways she could never imagine.....

He glanced back at the two and got up and walked out of his office and towards Pete's. He tried to put on a brave face, but the hurt was still raw and deep. He walked in and looked to Pete saying, "I guess she told you then?"

 

[Wishes78]

Peyton had noticed the movements in the rest of the office, yes his was the only office with solid walls, but the one facing into the main floor had a large section of one way glass. It looked all too typical and he let out a bored sigh. Clearly Freya had let another leach go, one that, yet again, Joel had got connected to.

He opened the door to admit Freya as she came over to him, he left the door open, knowing Joel would be over shortly. He glanced in the direction of his partner's office but he was behind his screen, almost hiding. Peyton wondered what he was up to, but turned to his wife.

"Hey babe, another one moving in on our hapless friend?" I smirked at her. She shook her head slightly, a small smile telling me she enjoyed the comment, I knew she'd admonish me for it though.

"He's not hapless Pete, it isn't feeble to want to trust people and make connections! But, oh my this one was definitely one of the worst yet. He'll be over in a moment." She crossed to her husband, one hand on the front of his shirt, running along his tie. Peyton was the only person to always be in a suit and tie in the office. It was perfectly tailored and Freya always felt a little tremble at how handsome, and authoritative her husband looked. She looked demurely up into his eyes. "Seriously Pete, don't tease him on this one, he really liked her, I've set him up with Emily as a PA, she'll be good at the work, and if he makes a move, open to play with him too. I've seen how she looks at him but I'm not sure she's smart enough to excite him. Not long term anyway; he's a complex guy."

Peyton nodded and Freya stepped back adding a professional distance between them as Joel made his way into the room.

"I guess she told you then?" asked Joel, obviously trying to hide his embarrassment and, maybe quite a bit of anger. Anger is good, thought Peyton, badly timed though, as he recalled the program currently moving money about the company to temporarily frame his oldest friend. None of this showed on his face.

Peyton move towards his friend and grasped him by the arms, hands at his elbows, instinctively Joel grasp'ed Peyton in return.

"Fuck her, right?" Peyton grinned with a hard gleam in his eyes, locked on Joel's, and saw his friend's resolve stiffen. "She could have had something amazing but too rotten to deserve you old friend." Peyton pulled Joel into a hug and then stepped back with one arm around his shoulder. He turned turned them to look out over the office floor. "Look at what we built, we have to protect it..." Peyton trialled off, as though in thought, all part of his presentation, his arm dropped from Joel and he turned towards both of his partners. "Frey, how did we punish this little gold digger?"

Freya's eyes go wide as she steps back.

"erm," she hesitates, "well, I fired her, but didn't pursue anything, I didn't want her to risk fighting us, after all she could attempt to suggest Joel had been the instigator. We'd win, of course, but it would be expensive and damaging PR and..." She turned her sympathetic face toward Joel, "even more painful for you if you had to defend yourself and go into all the details." She smiled softly at him, and Peyton internally grinned, oh boy she was so good at this. Joel let out a long breath, we weren't aware he had been holding his.

"I hadn't thought of that." He grumbled looking at the floor. Peyton watched him deflate which was what he wanted. After all, Joel was perfectly capable at taking matters into his own hands. The taller man moved over to him again, his arm warm around his shoulder's again.

"She doesn't fucking deserve it though, but neither does she deserve to hurt my friend anymore than she already has, maybe we can do something later, once it's all a bit quieter. It's a pity..." Peyton laughed his deep rich laugh, his eyes twinkling. "It's a pity we can't put her in the stocks and make an example out of her! I think a little public humiliation and a rotten tomato or two would certainly send a strong message."

"Joel, shall we head to the club tonight? A few drinks and some fun should help cheer you up! What do you think?" Peyton looked deep into his friends eyes, this was perfect, he'd be out of the way as those transactions hit the settlement cycle after hours.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Sure... what Freya said made perfect sense. If anything did happen to her too soon, then yeah... it could fall back on them. But with what he had in mind and with the connections he had, he doubted it would happen. It hadn't happened when he made the same play with the EA before Rebecca... Sammy and the one before her Rachel. He had made both of them quietly disappear from view... destroying them not only online, but in every way he could manage, both girls now were serving time in Riker for embezzlement and fraud. Not from them of course but from a dummy company that he had built into a shell of another which was in a shell of another. There was no way it could be traced. All they knew is one day they both found $74,999 dollars deposited into each of their accounts, which was one dollar shy of making it a felony... and dropped an anonymous tip about the transfer. An investigation later and both ladies were serving 3 years for a crime they literally didn't commit. It had been brilliant and neither of these two knew about it.

Sure... Pete was a people person and seemed to have this illusion that all people were inherently good decent people... or he would bullshit you till you believed he thought it. The biggest prize in his world was this company with his name on it. It had grown into a international brand that all the trade investors new about and talked about. He would do anything to keep his image as squeaky clean as he could get it. It was his greatest strength and his ultimate weakness... well.. .that and his love for Freya.

His eyes looked to Freya once more and smiled to her. She was the heart of the organization. She was the mama bear in these hallowed walls and while Pete was papa bear, she treated every one else like they were her own personal cubs. Everyone... literally every single person in this building would dive into hell and back just to make her smile. He had never known anyone who had such an incredible reputation as Freya.... and her eyes was locked solely on Pete. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him to her patent heeled toes.

Joel looked back to Pete and smiled, "Yeah... sounds great. But... My treat.... Freya saved my can... again."

He felt himself so incredibly fortunate to have two such amazing friends in his life. He was hard pressed to envision his life without either of them. He loved them both as family... and to be honest the only real family he had left in his life. He cleared his throat and said, "Well... let me wrap up and we will head out when you two are ready."

He walked past Emily who looked up and smiled at him before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.... in a manner just like what Rebecca did earlier this morning for him. He smiled at her once and moved into his office, ignoring her smile slipping a bit.

Joel sat down for a spell and pulled up his algorithms once more and got lost in the math...

Nearly 30 minutes later, the alert hit his screen. Joel's heart raced as his eyes pulled from his world of math and numbers and dove down to the alert. When was the last time that little alert had gone off? He couldn't remember.

He clicked on the alert, which opened a widget that presented him a brief on unauthorized activity. He looked down at the alert and opened it. Their company had been cyberattacked nearly daily... it was a common occurrence in this day and age and he had used his brains to work out nearly 25 different kinds of ways to secure their company from just such an attack. When he saw what accounts that were being attacked, he took a deep breath and smiled.... whoever was attacking their system... was going after the honeypots he had planted outside their system. Fine... let whoever it was continue attacking... the floor was closed now anyways and he hit the freeze on all accounts inside the firm to prevent any attacks on the legit accounts they had.

He glanced up and saw Pete talking on his phone while Freya was standing her him, smiling at her husband and remembered how amazing his friends were. He loved the two of them like their was his own family and god what he wouldn't do for the two of them....

Giving one more glance at the accounts, he smiled again. Come morning, whoever was attacking their honeypots would be shocked to know that not only was every transaction reversed, but flagged, their computers locked down with a form of ransomware only he could unlock, and a few dozen other nasty treats for his attacker. His programs will begin backtracking the transactions and come morning... he would know where in the entire world this attack had been coming from... and have all the information he needed... to submit to the financial branch of the FBI if they were in the US...

He smirked once more... whoever it was that was attacking the honeypot... was in for a nasty treat in the morning when they find their accounts empty, their computer ransomwared.... God he loved his computers... they were soooo much easier that dealing with people...... He locked everything up, gathered his things and headed to meet his family... ready to enjoy the night. He would let them know about his trap that had been sprung tomorrow....

 

[Wishes78]

Freya:

Freya knew that Pete was watching her, she knew he liked to. Sometimes that why she enjoyed dancing with the younger, fit guys at Zero Consequences. Other times it was just to enjoy the dancing and after the stress of the day, complete with her concerns for Joel, dancing between Dan and Marcello was definitely what the doctor ordered.

Both men were much taller than her and she loved feeling small between them. Her hair was up in a sophisticated messy bun and she rocked one of her favourite little black dresses. This one was fun but quite modest, despite being sleeveless, it covered the whole of her chest, wrapping around her neck like a chocker. It hugged her figure and ended about mid thigh, sexy but not slutty. The back was mostly missing, a large diamond shape cut out from below her neck, tapering to a point that only just stopped before her smooth ass began. It wasn’t quite low enough to reveal her thong, but she’d worn one with a clear strap anyway. The dressed moved over her skin as she danced in time, and it felt so good to let it drive everything else from her mind. Her nipple were hard as she moved, the dress demanding she wore no bra.

Dan was a blonde, white guy, a regular at the club. He was a professional companion and so a perfect male specimen. His muscles bulged under his tight shirt and he grinned as he moved closer, a leg between hers as their hips moved in time. His blue eyes sparkled as they locked on hers. Marcello was taller and lithe and also a companion. He was not as heavily muscled as Dan, though his body was hard and each muscle well defined. His dark latino skin and his deep brown but, artfully mussed hair, added exotic mystic to him. His deep, almost black eyes smouldered wherever he looked. He was the better dancer but Freya loved how all three of them moved together. Marcello behind her, having boxed her between the two demi-gods. She leant her head back to rest against his shoulder, and his hands held her hips even as she lowered her hands around Dan’s neck in front of her. All three were grinning.

The buzz was amazing and the air seemed thick with sexual tension, but they all knew each other well. This dance was fun, exciting, and sexy but also advertising for the guys. Freya had already noticed a brunette and red head eyeing her partners with interest and her with barely concealed jealousy. She smile as the brunette downed her drink and made to join them behind Dan. It wouldn’t be long before Dan would let her ‘convince’ him away and then maybe, the red head will make a move on Marcello. Both men had told Freya they make the best connections when the three of them play out this act. Freya glanced around and wondered which of the women dancing around them were the female counter parts to her dance partners. It was hard to tell just by looking.

Freya noticed that Dan had started to lean backwards, dancing into the cute brunette behind him. Glancing back to her husband Freya noticed Joel had finally joined Pete. Pete's eyes held a fire and a promise as their gaze connected and her body light up with excitement, looked like she was in for an interesting evening later. As Dan turned towards his new friend, Frey twirled and laced her arms around Marcello’s neck. They swayed together, their hips moving in perfect sync. Over his broad shoulder she noticed the red head give an annoyed toss of her head and turn towards the bar.

Freya lifted up on her tip toes, her lips close to her partner’s ear and she whispered that there was a broken hearted red head he could console at the bar. "But who will tend my broken heart?" His teased in his european accent, regardless she winked at him but stepped back. A look of mock sadness and a playful pout formed his final comment as she turned to head across the dance floor to join her husband and best friend.

 

[Wishes78]

Peyton:

Peyton loved Zero Consequences. It was a club with an ethos he shared, so far he'd got through life with very little in the way of bad consequences. Unaware that Joel had intercepted his latest play, he was in one of his buoyant moods. He flashed his movie star worthy smile at everyone he interacted with.

The club was fun. It was quite modern, exceptionally clean and well run. Only the absolutely rarest of whiskeys and other fine drinks were unavailable. And even then they'd track it down for next time. The membership fees were high but such considerations didn't stop Peyton from enjoying the finer things in life. The club was modern but comfortably furnished. The decor sleek, clean lines, but with comfortable seating. Very much like a genius interior designer had toured the worlds best clubs and decided to update the image. Out with the dark wood panelling, garish wall paper and carpets. But they'd kept the comfort, the chairs felt like they'd been made for you and the furniture was of the highest quality. The club was laid out on many floors, each with many bars and dance floors. Even a few sections which were invite only, for a member's private occasion. The top floors were given over to hotel rooms, in case a member wished to stay over. At Zero Consequences there was no throwing out time. It ran 24/7 and if you didn't want to go home, well you could just stay right here.

The lower floor was the most open mostly formed of a large dance floor with a few tables and bars around it. Often live music played but tonight it was the DJ on the stage. The place was already jumping, the dance floor in use and many members were already dining, drinking and dancing away their stresses.

Peyton was sat at their usual table, not far from a bar: it was on the mezzanine which gave a perfect view of the action happening below on the dance floor. Zero Consequences was not a sex club and did not tolerate working girls of any class, at least not if they were working. But they did allow a great many of the young and beautiful boys and girls in to play. Often these professional were looking to snag a wealthy partner, or maybe a new sugar daddy/mommy, and sometimes even just some fun. Some of the regular members, like Freya, could also give these beautiful playthings a run for their money. Nothing transactional was permitted on sire but the idea was to relax and making connections so there was often plenty of flirting, teasing, dancing and sex. Peyton grinned as he surveyed the floor, he really was in an amazing mood.

Fine whiskey was warming him up and he felt excited and playful as he studied those on the dance floor. There were many young playthings already enjoying themselves. His smile broadened further when his eyes tracked back to Frey as she danced away between two younger guys. Each moved so well around his wife. All three of the Knight Fund owners were well known here and Freya was known to dance and flirt but never play. He recognised them both, they were both professional companions, often at the club looking for potential new sugar. Also they were good fun to drink with, full of interesting stories from their escapades! Both regularly danced with Freya. Apparently they loved it; “She’s a great dancer”, Peyton recalled a conversation a few months ago. “And it really helps drum up interest. Especially when we can play it so our new friend can imagine they have ‘won’ us away from Frey!”. Internally Peyton chuckled , if only they knew why Frey was so off limits, but that was the point of the club. It wasn’t hard to have your privacy respected here. Peyton enjoyed watching Freya moving flirtatiously, even outright sexily between them. He knew he had absolute control over her, and that she never gave that to anyone else, not even Joel knew that about her. Anyway, jealousy was something for lesser men. Peyton felt a fire starting deep inside as he watched. A grin split his face as he planned what would come later for his blonde wife.

He’d called and reserved their usual table the moment Freya suggested the three of them head over here to help Joel blow off some steam, and probably get the poor guy laid. It will be a stressful week for him anyway, considering Peyton’s play will kick off tomorrow morning. Glancing over towards the door Peyton noticed Joel had arrived and was making his way towards him.

Oh Joel, I hope you forgive me, it will be ok though old friend. Peyton thought even as he painted on his warmest smile.

“Looking good, my old friend!” Joel beamed at his friend's compliment and this time they engaged in a jugged hug. Joel looked about for a moment, looking for Freya.

“Where’s our girl? Out on the dance floor already?” His knowing smile adding a twinkle to his eyes.

Peyton nodded towards his wife playing with her sexy friends.

“Oh dancing with Dan and Marcello already?” Joel laughed.

Peyton nodded as he guided Joel to the table and signalled a cocktail waitress. "Oh you know she is, so what are you having?" The evening was just starting and Peyton was loving the thrill and excitement, made all the more vivid by the knowledge of what was to come in the morning.

Ever so briefly a thought crossed his mind, that maybe he shouldn't be looking forward to fucking with his closest friend, but it passed on just as quickly. Peyton knew there was no room for sentimentality as he reached for the top.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Peyton always liked coming to this club... Something about the beat of the electronic dance music always seemed to do something in his soul... there were amazing mathematics built into the beat which he always appreciated. Besides, tonight, there was a rumor of a special VIP guest arriving at the club to play a few songs for them. He had already hacked in and saw who that visitor was to be and he had to admit, he was extremely excited to see him!

He took his usual seat after seeing Freya doing what she did best. He wondered how anyone could allow their wife to do that with other men... had she been his, he would have had her over his knee spanking her till she begged forgiveness... but he knew Peyton and he was definitely a man of a different kind. He thought he had a pretty good bead on their relationship from the years they had known each other... they were both somewhat kinky sure... he never dove that deep into that with them... but based on what he had been witnessing from Peyton he had begun to draw a rather unusual conclusion.

A few months back, he had been invited to his secretary's apartment... not Rebecca... he thought it had been either Angie or Angel... she hadn't lasted long. Anyways, she had invited him back to her apartment which was a nice place on the west side and when he got there, he was shocked to find Angie was married to a guy named Phil. He was about to bolt, but the two of them told him what they had wanted to do which was to cuckold Phil and make him watch as Angie tore Joel up on their bed.

Angie had made Phil strip, put a dining chair in the bedroom in the corner and made Phil sit in and cuffed him to the chair. She had put a Cock cage on the man to keep him from having an erection and then proceed to rock Joel's world taking in cock in every hole in a surprising order. 4 hours later, Joel walked away quite happy, Angie fell asleep in the bed in her own pool of cum... and Phil spent all night cuffed to that chair. Of course like a week later, she was fired and given some hush money. Freya and learned about the husband that had been excluded from the interviewing of her.

He watched the waitress approach and he ordered a Corona with lime and she smirked. This wasn't the kind of bar that sold that kind of product often. They preferred their fancy concoctions that matched the atmosphere of the club. Drinks like electric slides, and the electric beat, and red headed step child filled most hands. As she walked off, he looked over at Peyton who was watching his wife and the image of him cuffed to a chair like Phil had been crossed his mind. Did she had him cuckold too?

That was not a question you ask of your friends though so he simply drank his drink when it got there and politely declined the half a dozen women that seemed to conveniently appear near their table hoping to catch his eye. He was still upset about the whole Rebecca thing and didn't think another woman was the best kind of answer at the moment..

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he reached over and pulled it out. He flipped it open and saw the screen go yellow and a series of codes flashed. He smiled and looked up to see Peyton looking at him. "What's going on?" He asked.

Joel was hesitant about saying anything at the moment. He didn't want to ruin the evening that his best friend had put together for him. He started to say nothing and put the phone away, then hesitated once more and said, "I need you to not freak out about this.... remember my last minute delay before we left a while ago?"

Peyton nodded and sipped on his fru fru drink.... Joel said, "Someone is trying to hack into our security systems."

Peyton's smiled faded and suddenly he looked very serious. Joel said, "Don't worry my friend. We have attacks like this nearly daily. Most of them don't make it past the outer walls of our network, but on occasion they do... like this one. Someone manage to crack through the outer wall... but I built 3 more redundant walls in place to keep our system safe. I also placed a few honey traps just inside the first inner wall. A serious of fake accounts with fake funds in them. Whoever is trying to get into the system has tapped into the honey traps and leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to find. By this time tomorrow, I will know who attacked us, where they attacked us from, and left a trail of incriminating transactions in their path that the FBI and CIA would have plenty to go on...."

He looked to his friend and saw genuine concern on his face and said, "Don't worry about it Peyton. I got this. I have NEVER let anyone hack into our systems and that won't change anytime soon. Relax, enjoy the club and ..." He noticed Freya walking up to the table, with her two boy toys in tow and said, "Hi sweety! Looking amazing as always!"

He sipped on his beer once mroe, putting the attack away and trying to determine if Peyton was being cuckold by his wife or if he was missing a piece of this puzzle he wasn't aware of.

 

[Wishes78]

"Someone is trying to hack into our security systems." As Joel calmly let this out Peyton’s mind started to run at mile a second. He was aware that his smile faded as he shared a concerned look with Joel. He was glad Joel assumed that was concern for our company. Peyton was amused and even warmed as Joel immediately blundered on trying to reassure him about the security of the system. This was working so well Peyton ensured the grave expression remained in place. Three redundant fire walls? no, he hadn’t been aware of them, but then again he was pretty sure Joel was unaware of how sophisticated this attack was. Peyton wasn’t fully aware either. The virus he used to infect the systems, and start to move the money, was multi-layered and had originally been written by Joel back in College. It was crazy their old college log-ons were still valid. Back then they’ed shared everything and Joel had been just as lax about changing his password. Of course Peyton had then changed the virus up, to make it do what he needed, and to obscure the origin of the code. Joel would probably recognise it if he saw the source code, but without that, he’d probably only recognise the attack pattern.

Aware Joel was now talking about the authorities, Peyton let his face drop even more. He was well aware of the stakes involved but he was relying on a) nothing actually going wrong and b) Joel's loved for both he and Freya being too much for him to actually ruin them. The gamble though made his blood race.

When Joel finally turned to Freya, Peyton took a deep breath and painted his smile back on. Something must have happened while he’d been engrossed with Joel because both Dan and Marcello were still with her. He couldn’t blame them, he’d have followed her over the other women too, if he had a choice, which of course he did.

Freya beamed at Joel “Thank you Joel, you are looking very dapper too.” She looked over a Peyton a playful gleam in her eyes. “See Pete, some people know how to treat a lady. Maybe you should take some notes from Dan, Marcello and Joel here?” She teased as she leant her body back against Marcello, his arms wrapping around her. He grinned at Peyton, unsure of the game being played but happy to play along.

“Oh Frey,” Peyton moaned, “Is my worship not sufficient for you? You know I live only to please you!” He moved into a fluid bow, his eyes full of mischief as he played along. At the corner of his eye he noticed Joel glancing back and forth between them, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Oh Pete, you say these things… but do you actually deliver?” Freya batted back before she giggled, met Peyton’s eye and asked in sweet voice “Would you go get me another drink hubby dearest?” Her long lashed battered as she played it up.

Peyton responded with a quick nod, he thought about ruining her game and summoning the cocktail waitress but he wanted to see what she was up to and had his own reasons for wanting a few minutes away. As he headed toward the bar he tilted his head towards the two men. “Dan, Marcello, your usual beers I assume?” Both nodded and Peyton strode to the bar without looking back.

Once there, he ignored the pretty barmaid as she tried to make eye contact and ordered his wife’s margarita and the two beers without any of his usual banter. The barmaid gave a slight pout as she started to pour. He blocked the table's view of his hands and pulled out his phone.

He logged into the app he’s built which reported back immediately that his virus was making progress. The diversionary attacks on the honey trap accounts were going as planned and as fast as Joel's defences blocked them, the virus was creating more of them, slowly pushing the system towards greater load. The second payload had already breached the second firewall and was scanning the next.

He smiled at the barmaid, now reassured everything was going to plan, he picked up the drinks and turned back to the table.

 

[Wishes78]

Freya:

Freya was concerned for a moment, Pete looked like something very serious had happened but his smile bloomed across his handsome face as she drew closer. Her mind spun trying to think what the boys could have been talking about. This soon gave way to playfulness though, she hadn’t realised Dan and Marcello had followed her after all, but fun possibilties opened up seeing as they had.

She enjoyed the banter with Pete and, as she wondered what she was getting herself into later, a jolt of erotic excitement bloomed inside her. It was always fun to play a bit free and loose, even bratty in public. Pete would always find interesting ways to reassert himself later.

As he left for the bar, Freya hadn’t been ignoring Joel either, and she realised his eyes were alert, dancing back and forth between Pete, herself and her boys. Hmmm interesting. She thought, wondering why he was suddenly following every glance, smile and innuendo. She eye’d Pete’s sprawling armchair and smirked a little. She wanted to have fun with all her boys tonight.

She turned to Dan and Marcello and grabbed an arm of each, and heaved, pulling their harden bodies towards her. They eagerly obliged and just as they got to her, she shimmed her slight form between their two bodies, as they turned to face her, she pushed them off balance and they fell back into Pete’s chair. It was just big enough for them both to fit, though it was more than a little ‘friendly’.

They laughed and started to lean forward to get up when Frey literally jumped into their laps and lay across them. Her shoulders where leaned against the armrest and Dan’s hard body. Her ass was sat firmly between their two legs and she kicked off her heels while crossing her legs on Marcello’s lap. She caught his eye and raised an eyebrow along with her foot. Her toes wiggled at him, and he grinned as he took her foot in his hands and started to massage them.

She lent her head back against Dan and let out a long moan, it started off sounding like the deep appreciation of a hard working gal having the days stresses removed. But then it changed subtly, definitely introducing a sexual tone. Joel watched all of this with great interest, his eyes flicking back to Pete at the bar but only for a fraction of a moment not wanting to miss a thing.

“Hey Joel, I’m having a lovely evening.” She purred. “You should cut loose tonight too! I mean just some fun? I know it’s soon after she-whose-name-I-already-cant-remember, but some strings free fun is always, well fun right?” As she finished she tilted her head to regard her friend, with mischief dancing across her face and a wink. Freya barely managed to control the giggle that threatened to ruin the whole display as Joel’s eyes momentarily widened.

It was at this point that Pete final arrived back at the table, he held out the cocktail to his wife with a bemused expression, while offering the boys their beers from between his fingers.

“That looks cosy, huh Joel?” He commented with a confident grin as he sat next to his oldest friend.