Chapter 2

"Mrs. Smith is here for her 1 o'clock appointment," his secretary said into the intercom.

He told her to have Mrs. Smith wait a minute and he continued his reverie. This one had taken some work to put together. Howard Smith was a senior executive in one of his companies. Howard had a gambling problem and Carl had found some shortages in the books. Howard had cleverly hidden the shortages and was sure that he was in the clear. The shortages did not really mean that much to Carl, as he made that much in one day. Still, he liked to have power over people and he used the shortages to get Smith under his control. Carl took a few hundred thousand dollars more out of the company and confronted Smith with the shortages. Smith blustered that he had to borrow the money but he didn't think that it was that much. Carl chuckled to himself; the dummy didn't even keep track of what he stole. Carl sent Howard Smith to France for a 3-month assignment and told him that they would discuss his future with the company when he got back. Howard left for France a worried man. He and his wife had a huge argument and he was not sure he would have a marriage when he got back from France.

Carl let Mrs. Smith wait in the outer office for about 45 minutes before he told his secretary to let her in. He picked up the phone and dialed the automated weather service. His secretary escorted Mrs. Smith into the office and left, closing the door as she walked out.

"Ok, Officer Johnson. I'll see if the employee will make restitution or if I'll have to prosecute. I hope there is some way that we can work this out. I feel sorry for his family. The family is always the ones hurt in this kind of situation."

Carl hung up the phone and turned to his visitor, "Mrs. Smith, so nice to meet you. Would you please sit down? Would you like something to drink? It's Rebecca isn't it? I understand that people call you Becca, Can I call you Becca?"

Carl piled on the charm. He had big plans for this woman. He had met her at a company function last year and had thought about her often. She was about 34 or 35. She worked out regularly and had a body the turned heads whenever she entered a room. Carl figured that she was only staying with her husband out of pity. Howard Smith's gambling keep them poor and she often had trouble coming up with the mortgage and food money. Cark had thoroughly investigated the Smith family's finances and he knew that they were one step away from poverty.

Becca smiled at Carl, "Mr. Detroit, I'm wondering why you called me. My husband is in France, as you know. He said something about some trouble in the company. Is this meeting about that trouble?"

Carl saw that she was sitting on the edge of her seat. He paused before speaking and picked up the thick file on his desk and started looking through it. It was several minutes before he spoke.

"Becca, I'm sure you know that your husband has gambling problem. An audit of the company books has turned up some shortages in the division that Howard runs. The shortages are quite substantial. I was just on the phone with the police to find out what our options are and they suggested that we try to work out some sort of restitution plan. I discussed this with Howard before he went to France and he seemed to want to deny that he had taken the money. I was wondering if you would discuss this a little more sensibly. Maybe we could work out how the 650 thousand dollars could be paid back.

Becca's hand went to her mouth, "What? We don't have that kind of money. Are you sure that Howard took that much? He said that it was only a hundred thousand or so. I thought that maybe we could sell the house and pay the money back."

Carl pushed the file toward her. He waited as she went through the file. He could see by the way she scanned the files that she had no idea how to read a financial statement. Becca dropped the files into her lap. Tears came to her eyes and she felt like death would be a blessing.

Carl came around the desk and took the files from her. He set the files on his desk and waited for her to compose herself.

"Becca, the board is pressuring me to resolve this matter and to get our money back. Do you have anyway at all to pay this money back?"

She shook her head no and looked at her hands. If she could have laid her hands on Howard at that moment she would have strangled him. She had been paying for his gambling bets for the past ten years. All of the money that her parents had left her was gone to pay for his gambling. She knew that if she didn't come up with some solution that Howard would go to jail and everything they owned would be taken and they would be homeless.

"Becca, I think that I will have to get the police involved in this. You admit that there is no way for Howard to repay the company and the board wants an answer from me today. I could probably cover this up for a little while but we have to have some way to pay this money back."

Becca looked up at Carl, "You could cover this up for a while? Maybe I could figure a way to get the money."

Carl smiled, "This is risky for me. It would involve fraudulent entries in the books on my part. I could go to jail if the board found out what I was doing. Why should I risk everything to help Howard out of the mess that he created?"

Carl sat and looked at Becca while she thought about what he had just said. He was not the lest bit worried about a board of directors. His board members lived in other countries and had never even seen this building. They were only interested in the check he sent them yearly.

"Mr. Detroit, if you could find someway to hold off and give us time to come up with the money I would be eternally grateful. I will do anything I have to do to correct this situation."

This was what Carl had been waiting to hear. He came around the desk and stood next to her. He took her hand and she stood up.

"Becca, take your clothes off." Becca looked like she had been slapped in the face, "What do you mean. You can't make me do that."

"Becca, I do not intend to make you do anything. You can take your clothes off and let me fuck you or we can call the deal off. I will have Howard sent back to the states and he will be arrested as he deplanes. I do something for you and you do something for me."

Becca stood quietly and cursed Howard to herself. She tried to figure a way out of this mess. She slowly raised her hands and unbuttoned her blouse. She put the blouse on the chair and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She wished that she had not worn the garter belt and stockings. They seemed so risqué now. She unsnapped her bra and laid it on the chair. She paused before she reached for her panties. She grabbed the waistband of her panties and started to slide them down her legs. She stepped out of them and stood before him with only her garter belt and stockings and her high heels.

Carl reached for her and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard and felt her try to pull away. He broke the kiss and took her hand and he started to push her down on her knees. Becca started to panic. She had never had a man except Howard before and she had rarely given Howard a blowjob. Howard was a 2-minute man. A kiss, a feel and stick it in and pop your load. She had never had an orgasm in her life. She had heard other women tell her about how great it was, but she had yet to experience it. She resisted Carl but he finally succeeded in getting her on her knees. He put his cock on her lips and pushed himself into her mouth. He started fucking her face and he ordered her to start sucking him. She sucked his cock and he increased the speed of his thrusts. He tensed as the cum started to rush from his balls and he spurted his sperm into her throat. He held her head to him and forced her to swallow his sperm.

Carl pulled out of her and lifted her up. He kissed her and leaned her back against the desk. He gently laid her down on the desk and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He lowered his head and smelled her musky perfume. He licked her slit from top to bottom and she gasped out as the sparks traveled from her pussy throughout her body. She had never felt like this. Howard had kissed her down there a few times but he had never used his tongue on her. Sex with Howard was a chore that she dreaded. Carl licked her and his tongue went into her. Becca moaned. His tongue found her clit and he licked the clit and pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it and gently let it slide from between his lips. He grabbed her clit again with his lips and sucked it into his mouth again and started to manipulate her clit with his tongue. Becca grabbed him as a huge orgasm swept over her and she held his head to her until the waves of pleasure subsided.

He rose up from her and positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy. She was still shaking from the 1^st orgasm of her life and as he entered her she rose up to meet him. He pushed into her until she had his entire length inside of her. He paused and looked into her eyes.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered, "Tell me."

"Fuck me," she moaned, almost out of her mind with lust for the first time in her life. "Fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum. God, I want to cum again."

Carl pulled out of her and pushed back into her as hard as he could. She rose to meet him and she grabbed his ass. He started to increase the speed and force of his thrust and she matched his thrusts and pushed him to go faster. Suddenly she grabbed him and screamed as another larger orgasm swept over her and he emptied himself into her.

They lay together until he softened and pulled out of her. She reached up to him and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss she hugged him to her and she laid her face on his shoulder. Her emotions felt like they had been put in a blender. She had just been forced to have sex with a man she barely knew, yet it was the best sex of her life and she wanted more. She hated Carl Detroit, yet she wanted him more. She wanted to run from the office and never come back, but she couldn't pull herself away from him.

Carl led her into his private bathroom and they showered together. He lathered up the washrag and washed her. When he had finished washing her body she took the washrag and started to wash him. She knelt down with the water running over her and took him into her mouth. She held him and forced him to allow her to do the work. As his cock moved in and out of her mouth she sucked him and ran her tongue around the helmet of his cock. He tensed and she felt the sperm travel through his cock and shoot into her mouth. He did not have to hold her head this time and she swallowed everything that he gave her.

They got dressed and Carl led her back into the office. He motioned for her to take her seat and sat down at his desk. She looked as beautiful as when she had first walked into his office. The private bathroom was fully stocked with everything a woman would need, including a blow dryer for the woman's hair. Becca was not the first woman to be seduced, or forced, in his office.

He looked at her, "We'll have lunch here on Friday. Be here at 12 o'clock. Wear a nice black dress and black underwear and stockings. We'll take in a show after work. And don't wear panties anymore. They just get in the way."

Becca glared at him, "You got what you wanted. That's the end of it. I'm not going to be your personal sex object."

He picked up the file on her husband's theft, "I think that you will. I have a meeting next Wednesday in Paris with your husband about his-shall we say unauthorized loans? I would like you to go to Paris with me. We will stay in the best hotel in Paris. I think that you will enjoy Paris. I know I will if you are there. Oh, bye the way, would you like a copy of the file on your husband's thefts?"

Becca dropped her head and stared at her hands, "I don't have a passport. I've never been out of the country."

Carl smiled. This was easier than he thought it would be. He slid a passport across the desk to her. She took it and opened it. The passport was in her name. She was shocked to see that somehow he had a passport photo of her. She put the passport in her purse and got up and left the office without a word.

He got up and went to the bookcase and turned off the VCR that had recorded the entire scene with Becca through bookshelf camera. He rewound the tape and played back several minutes of the tape to ensure that the session had been recorded. He checked the digital camera that was cleverly hidden and found that the pictures were perfect. He pushed a button under his desk and the bookshelf opened to reveal a room. The room was lined with shelves and contained many files and cassette tapes. Most of the files were on his company managers and his competitors. Many of the tapes had never been seen by anyone except himself and the some of the subjects of the tapes would probably commit suicide if they knew that tapes existed.

Carl Detroit kept a full time staff of detectives to keep track of what his employees and competitors were doing. He firmly believed in the old saying "Knowledge is power." All of his detectives were ex CIA agents and he paid them well. A lot of what they did was illegal, which didn't really matter to the detectives or Carl.

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Chapter 3