My Supervisor’s Secret Meeting

My phone rang, cutting through the hum of the office as I reviewed the financials for the electronics firm. “Tim, Mr. Reinhardt wants to see you at two o’clock this afternoon,” Cheryl said on the other end of the line. “Be on time—he only has fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, Cheryl—any idea what he wants?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Sorry, I can’t say. Just be here on time. See you then.”

I hung up, wondering if Simon Alcott had said something to our boss. I wasn’t worried; I had an MBA and had recently passed my CPA exams. I was sure I could find another job if necessary. I’d take my laptop with me—just in case.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was 1:58. Shit! I jumped up, grabbed my jacket and laptop, and took off at a trot to the elevator. I managed to catch it just as someone was getting off, and rode up three floors, slipping into the jacket as I did. I exited with only thirty seconds to spare and stepped up to Robert Reinhardt’s secretary exactly ten seconds early. She used the intercom and told me to stand by the door.

“Thanks for coming, Tim,” our CEO said, a smile on his face. He shook my hand and led me into the office. We sat around a coffee table, with a small couch and two upholstered arm chairs.

“How do you like working for Ted?” he asked, speaking about my immediate superior, Ted Sumner.

“I think he’s the best boss I’ve ever had. I love working for him. Everybody in the department feels the same way.”

“It’s great that you’re so loyal. What do you think he has to say about you?”

“I hope he’d say I was a hard worker, reliable and cooperative, a good team player, and a good leader for my group.”

“Interesting…not the exact same words, but the exact same meaning; what I’m going to tell you now is for your ears only and I’m telling you this only because Ted has given his permission.”

Ted’s resignation hung in the air, a weight that I couldn’t shake. “He’s sick, Tim…stage III lung cancer. It doesn’t look good for him. The reason you’re here is very simple. He’s recommended you as his replacement and I agree. Have you given any thought to getting your CPA?”

I smiled, trying to hide my shock. “Yes, sir—Ted suggested I study for it almost a year ago. I took the exam back in March and learned last week that I had passed.”

“Congratulations…that’s wonderful—the only good news I’ve heard all day. What are you making now?”

“Eighty-eight, sir.”

“Well, that’s three things we’ll have to change. You’ll have a new title—Vice President for Accounting and Audits. You’ll have a salary of $130,000 and, as management, you’ll be eligible for a year-end bonus, and, obviously, you’ll need new business cards. Oh yeah, stop calling me ‘sir.’ Vice-Presidents here call me Rob or Robert—take your choice.”

“Yes, sir…I mean Robert.”

We went over the details, and I left feeling numb, like I was floating above it all. I made my way to Ted’s office, my heart heavy with the weight of what I’d just been told.

“Ted…I am so sorry. I don’t know what to say. Everyone wants advancement, but I don’t want it like this,” I said, my voice cracking.

Ted motioned me to a chair, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit. “Thanks, Tim—I knew I’d see you right after your meeting with Robert. I have nobody to blame but myself. I can read and my doctor probably told me a thousand times to stop smoking, but I wouldn’t listen. I’ll have all my stuff out of here this afternoon so you can move in on Monday.”

“No, Ted…it’ll be a while before I can come in here—hopefully, a long while.”

Ted’s eyes clouded over, and I saw the lines and weight loss etched on his face. I knew then that I’d lose my friend too soon.

I rose and hugged him instead of shaking his hand. “Thank you, Ted…for everything. You’ve had more of an impact on my career than any other person.”

“Thank you again, Tim, but we both know that’s not true. You’ve made your career, not me.”

I hugged him again and left before I broke down completely. I wept for more than a half hour, mourning the loss of my friend and the future I thought I had.

I called Jennie, trying to keep my voice steady. “Hi, sweetheart—don’t cook anything tonight. We’re going out to eat. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”

“Are you okay, Tim? You sound kind of congested.”

“Yes and no, Jen; I just got wonderful and horrible news all in the same minute. I’ll explain once I’m home. I will tell you that I wasn’t fired, but that’s all until we get together, okay?”

My day had been going smoothly until I stumbled upon that peculiar email from the purchasing department to CEO Simon Alcott. It was something about ordering steel from a company in Osaka, Japan and their CEO “playing ball.” I had initially set it aside on the table, but it had now caught my attention. Our new office was twice the size of my old one, and I had just moved in. I had brought a few personal items, including my pictures from our honeymoon in Hawaii, and my secretary, Claire. She was a 52-year-old grandmother who had taken great care of me during my two years as Ted’s right-hand man.

As I continued to scan the invoices, I found another email that hinted at a skimming operation. My heart began to beat faster as I realized the gravity of the situation. I was about to uncover a scheme that could potentially cheat the State Dormitory Authority out of millions. The big question was what to do with this information. I knew that taking it to Robert would be a mistake. He’d tell me to mind my own business in order to keep Alcott’s business. No, I’d have to do this on my own.

“Hey, Steve, what’s up?” I asked as I walked into the break room to grab a cup of coffee. He was a mailroom clerk who often chatted with me about sports and his weekend. “Not much, Tim. Just trying to get all these files sorted out for the audit. These financial records are from Alcorp for their audit. Want me to give them to anyone in particular?” he asked, holding up a stack of five file boxes. “No, Steve, I think I’d better look them over first,” I replied, my mind still on the emails I had found.

As I opened the first box, I was greeted by a folder marked “Dormitory Authority.” I had worked on a similar project at my old college, SUNY Albany, for two new five-hundred student dorms. I had flipped through maybe sixty invoices when I found something odd – a printed email from one of the people in purchasing to CEO Simon Alcott. It was something about ordering steel from a company in Osaka, Japan and their CEO “playing ball.” I set it aside on the table, my curiosity piqued.

“What’s wrong, Tim?” Jennie asked as I walked through the front door, my briefcase in hand. Heidi, our lovable family dog, wagged her tail excitedly, sensing that Jennie was ready for a night in. “Just found some interesting emails,” I said, trying to play it cool. Jennie’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as she led me upstairs to our bedroom.

“So, what’s the story?” Jennie asked, her voice husky with desire. I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “You’ll see,” I said, my hands finding their way to her sensational naked ass. “But first, let’s get one thing straight – we’re using the bed tonight,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Jennie laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I plan on rolling you all over it and I’m planning on having you in me the entire time,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction. I grinned, feeling my heart race with anticipation. “Sounds like a plan to me,” I said, my mouth finding her hard nipple. But she pushed me away, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Playing hard to get?” I asked, my voice husky with desire. Jennie laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not a chance – for you, I’m ‘easy,’ you know that. I’ll never turn you down, but first, I want to talk,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“I’m all ears,” I said, leaning up on one elbow. Jennie’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression serious. “I’m ready, Tim,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “Good – me too. Throw those damned pills down the toilet, but first, I think we should practice,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Jennie’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached up to kiss me. “I love you, Tim,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too, Jennie,” I replied, my heart full of love and desire.

As we kissed, I couldn’t help but think about the emails I had found. I knew that I had stumbled upon something big, something that could potentially ruin Simon Alcott’s reputation. But for now, I pushed that thought aside and focused on the woman in my arms.

“Let’s get this over with,” Jennie said, her voice husky with desire. I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “Your wish is my command,” I said, my mouth finding hers once again.

As we kissed, I knew that I had to make a decision – to expose Simon Alcott’s scheme or to keep it to myself. But for now, I pushed that thought aside and focused on the woman in my arms, the woman who had captured my heart and soul.

And so, we made love, our bodies entwined as we rode the waves of desire. It was a night that I would never forget, a night that would change the course of my life forever.

As we lay in bed, our bodies still entwined, I knew that I had to make a decision. I couldn’t keep the emails to myself, not when they had the potential to ruin Simon Alcott’s reputation. But for now, I pushed that thought aside and focused on the woman in my arms, the woman who had captured my heart and soul.

“Let’s get some rest,” Jennie said, her voice husky with desire. I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “Sounds like a plan to me,” I said, my mouth finding hers once again.

And so, we slept, our bodies entwined as we rode the waves of desire. It was a night that I would never forget, a night that would change the course of my life forever.

I smiled to myself as I hung up the phone, grateful for the unexpected turn of events. As I walked back to my desk, I couldn’t help but think about how this new assignment could be the perfect opportunity to dig deeper into the fraud I suspected.

I phoned Jennie, filling her in on the details of my new project. “Hi darling, I may be home late tonight,” I said, trying to sound casual despite my excitement.

“Privacy and a phone?” Jennie asked, her voice filled with intrigue.

“Yeah, so I can at least make first contact. I may be late. I’ll phone you if I am,” I replied, glancing at my watch. I still had a lot of work to do before I could meet with Jonathan Nash.

Jennie’s voice was sweet as she said, “I love you. Be careful.”

“I love you, too. Bye,” I said, feeling a pang of guilt for having to keep my investigation a secret.

I spent the next few hours working on my report, trying to make sense of the complex financial data. Gayle joined me, and together we pored over the numbers, searching for any signs of irregularity.

As the afternoon wore on, I took a break to grab some lunch at the deli on the street level. I phoned Jennie, and we chatted for a bit, discussing everything from our plans for the weekend to our favorite TV show.

After lunch, I headed back to the office, feeling more confident than ever that I was on the right track. I gathered my things and made my way down to Nash Realty, ready to start my investigation.

The receptionist looked up at me with a mixture of curiosity and surprise, but I just smiled and introduced myself. Jonathan Nash showed me to the office, handing me the key and warning me to be careful not to lose it.

The office was small but functional, with a typical office desk and a padded chair. I plugged in my laptop and calculator, ready to get to work. The receptionist began to deliver the financial records, and I set to work, scanning through the data with a fine-tooth comb.

As I worked, I noticed something strange – a $10,000 deduction for mortgage life insurance. I thought for a few minutes, trying to make sense of it, before deciding that I needed to speak with Jonathan Nash.

I strolled down the hallway, trying to look nonchalant as I asked Nash about mortgage life insurance. He seemed genuinely puzzled by my question, but I pressed on, determined to get to the bottom of things.

“How do buyers usually pay for it?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Most of the time with their mortgage payments, why?” Nash replied, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What do they do the rest of the time?” I pressed on, sensing that there was more to the story.

“Truthfully, I don’t know. I never thought about it, why?” Nash said, his voice laced with skepticism.

I smiled, trying to reassure him. “Just something I’m looking into; it’s too early to say for sure.”

I thanked Nash for his time and headed back to my office, my mind racing with possibilities. I still had a lot of work to do, but I was confident that I was onto something big.

As I walked into the house, Jennie greeted me with a provocative outfit that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t help but smile as I dropped my briefcase and made my way over to her.

“Did you call?” Jennie asked, her voice husky with anticipation.

“Not yet, darling,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite my excitement. “I don’t want anything to look suspicious. So far, all I’ve done is check their records, but soon I’ll be on the phone all day.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Cute outfit, don’t those coconut shells hurt your breasts?” I asked, trying to distract her from my earlier response.

“Ouch!” Jennie replied, laughing. “Yes, the things I do for you.”

I chuckled, feeling a pang of guilt for not telling her about my investigation. But for now, I was happy to just enjoy the moment, and the beautiful woman standing in front of me.

Jennie’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed up at me, her face inches from mine. “I know and I love you all the more,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I lifted her onto my shoulders, her legs kicking wildly as I quickly untied the strings holding her bra together. Heidi, our playful dog, looked on with curiosity, unsure what to make of the commotion.

We soon found ourselves in the bedroom, where I gently laid Jennie on the bed. She reclined, her head thrown back, knees parted and up in a tantalizing invitation. I shed my suit, shirt, tie, and underwear, my heart racing with anticipation.

I joined Jennie on the bed, my hands trembling with excitement as I reached for her smooth, naked skin. Her body was a work of art, every curve and contour a testament to her beauty.

“Yes,” she screamed as my tongue touched her pussy. “This makes all that waxing worthwhile.” I laughed, my tongue moving up and down her sensitive flesh, driving her crazy with lust.

“This is just one more reason why I wanted you instead of those jocks,” Jennie whispered, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Maybe, but you didn’t know of my oral talents then,” I teased, my tongue probing deeper into her depths.

“Maybe… but I have a vivid imagination,” Jennie replied, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing.

I laughed, my tongue moving in and out of her pussy, drawing out her pleasure. She was shaking, her movements erratic and uncoordinated, as I continued to tease and tantalize her.

Finally, I moved to her tunnel, my tongue probing the sensitive flesh. Big mistake—I damn near drowned in her juice. I continued, catching my breath as she shook uncontrollably beneath me.

A long moan escaped her lips as I took her huge clit between my teeth, sucking and gnawing until Jennie came, her body convulsing in a series of intense, shuddering orgasms.

My entire face was covered as she squirted three times, drenching our bed as well as my head. Finally, her body relaxed, and I climbed up the bed to lie next to her.

“That was wonderful, Tim. I think I should have gotten waxed a long time ago,” Jennie whispered, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

“Are you ready for your part of the bargain?” I asked, my voice husky with anticipation.

“You bet—ready now?” Jennie laughed, her voice playful.

We chatted and laughed, enjoying each other’s company as we relaxed in post-coital bliss. It was moments like these that I cherished most, with Jennie by my side.

Later, we stumbled into the shower, Jennie armed with a pair of sharp scissors, shaving soap, and one of my razors. I stood under the hot spray, my abdomen a canvas waiting to be transformed.

Jennie began to trim my pubic hair to less than a half inch, her fingers deft and precise. My abdomen looked like it was covered with stubble as my hair swirled down the drain.

She turned me and lifted one leg to the shower seat, my entire apparatus exposed to her. She soaped me up, her fingers probing every inch of my skin, before drawing the razor over my flesh.

A line just three inches below my navel guaranteed that only the two of us would know, not that I cared even a little. I was a bit shocked when she pulled my scrotum taut to shave it, too.

The whole operation had taken less than ten minutes. I thought she was done when she turned me around and proceeded to shave around my asshole. “Shhh,” she told me insistently. “Mine is bare; now we’re equal.”

We finished in the shower, our bodies glistening with water and soap. I had to admit—it didn’t look bad, and now Jennie would have even more incentive to put her hands and mouth on me.

Later, I got to the sub shop only a few minutes before closing, tipping the people generously before returning to Jennie. We ate again at the coffee table with Heidi curled up at Jennie’s feet.

“Why didn’t we get a dog sooner?” Jennie asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I don’t know, except that I had no experience as a kid. Having Heidi here is a lot of fun during the day,” I replied, scratching Heidi behind the ears.

“She doesn’t bite me; she’s just playing,” Jennie said, her voice filled with affection. “It’s funny to see. I do love her. She’s just like a member of the family.”

“She will,” I said, laughing. “I spoke to Karl yesterday and he told me that you and I are the alpha members of our group. She’ll follow our lead just as she will with anyone else.”

The following morning, I was back in Nash’s office, checking in with Gayle and my staff. Once in my tiny office, I started a spreadsheet of all the transactions over the past three years.

It was the fastest and best way to gather and analyze the data. I had more than a hundred spreadsheets on our office network and almost fifty on our computer at home.

I spent all morning and most of the afternoon completing the work, my mind focused on the task at hand. This was a big sales force with nine agents in addition to Jonathan Nash.

They sold an average of 250 homes in a typical year, even after the housing market crashed in 2008. I finished around 3:30 and began to run a number of sorts—by agent, by selling price, by difference between asking and selling price.

I was surprised at the results. Two agents had all the sales in which significant deductions for mortgage insurance had occurred. It was interesting, but that’s all. There was no proof of actual theft.

I needed more, so I printed the list of those sales. Now I needed to use the phone. First, I collected as many numbers as possible from the phone book.

Of those on the list, I was able to get almost seventy percent—thirty-seven—in all. I made my first call at exactly 4:30.

“Hello?” a woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, is this Mrs. Carlson?” I asked, my voice polite.

“Yes, it is.” Her voice was friendly, but cautious.

“My name is Tim Healey, and I’ll tell you up front that I’m not trying to sell you anything nor am I looking for any contribution. I’m an accountant doing some research for Jonathan Nash.”

“I understand that you purchased your home through his agency,” I continued.

“Yes, we worked with Shirley Miller,” Mrs. Carlson replied.

“I see that you opted for mortgage insurance,” I said, my eyes scanning the spreadsheet.

“Yes, Shirley was a big help with that. She explained that by paying for it upfront would help reduce our mortgage payments and I’d be safe if anything happened to Steven.”

“Do you happen to know the company you dealt with?” I asked, my pen poised over the notepad.

“No, but if you’ll hold on a second, I can check on it,” Mrs. Carlson replied.

“Sure, take your time and thanks,” I said, my voice polite.

Mrs. Carlson returned a few minutes later. “I have the certificate here… Reliable Title and Mortgage Insurance in Chicago.”

“Thanks so much for your help,” I said, my voice sincere.

“Yes, indeed—it’s a dream come true for both of us,” Mrs. Carlson replied, her voice filled with happiness.

“I’m glad. Thank you so much for your help,” I said, my voice polite.

I made a few more calls, each one revealing more about Reliable Title and Mortgage Insurance. It was a company that seemed to appear out of nowhere, with no history or reputation.

As I walked back to Nash’s office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Something was off, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Later that evening, I walked through the door, dropping my briefcase on the floor. Jennie was waiting for me, naked and kneeling at my feet.

“Come here, slave. Crawl and open my slacks. Take out my hungry cock and entertain me with your mouth,” I ordered, my voice husky with desire.

“Yes, Master,” Jennie replied, her voice submissive.

I sat in the chair, my eyes locked on Jennie’s face. She began to crawl towards me, her body moving slowly and deliberately.

“Hang my slacks over the chair, then I’ll want you to suck on my balls. Take both of them into your mouth and show me how much you love them,” I ordered, my voice firm.

Jennie grinned wildly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She began by licking all around my scrotum, her tongue probing every inch of my skin.

That lasted for almost five minutes until she opened her mouth and gently sucked one of my testicles into her warm mouth. She washed it with her tongue while she slowly sucked in the other one.

“Can you breathe okay? A dead slave isn’t much fun,” I teased, my voice husky with amusement.

Jennie nodded in reply, her eyes never leaving mine.

“As great as that feels, I think the time has come to replace my balls with my cock. Just make sure you swallow every drop,” I ordered, my voice firm.

Jennie’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to suck on my cock. Watching her give me head was always a turn-on, but tonight was something even more special than usual.

I reached down to pinch her nipple, eliciting a groan from her lips. I did it again when she pushed her breast forward into my waiting hand.

I waited until I was just about to cum, then I pinched her viciously. From her reaction, I would have sworn she had an orgasm.

I relaxed for a bit while Jennie gently licked my rapidly shrinking cock, then I asked her if she had been a good girl today.

“No, Master—I didn’t finish my chores because I was playing with my pussy,” Jennie replied, her voice submissive.

“Stand up and get over my knee. You know that’s forbidden. Who owns that pussy?” I ordered, my voice firm.

“Y… you do, Master. I’m sorry,” Jennie replied, her voice trembling.

I kissed her ass from top to bottom and from side to side, my lips tracing the curve of her buttocks.

“Where do you get these ideas? I can’t remember ever coming so hard in your mouth,” I teased, my voice husky with amusement.

I gently lifted Jennie into my lap, her arm wrapping around my neck as we shared a tender kiss under the evening sky.

“I told you I had a vivid imagination,” she whispered, “and I love that you’re so willing to make our intimacy so fun. I’ll never tire of it with you.”

“Glad to hear that, but I think I owe you one,” I replied with a smile.

“You can take care of me later…in bed,” she chuckled, “but tell me about your investigation. Are you getting anywhere?”

“Yeah, I’ve been analyzing the records and I’m convinced two agents are involved in a scam. I need to do some online research tonight to get a clearer picture.”

“What’s for dinner?” she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

“Oh, I knew I forgot something,” I teased, “I’ve been fantasizing about it all afternoon.”

“You do deserve a spanking, but instead, why don’t we go out to celebrate?”

“I’ll gladly go out to eat, but what are we celebrating?”

“Ummm, how about a night to remember?” I said with a wink, and Jennie laughed as we shared another kiss.

I lifted her off my lap and carried her to the bedroom, leaving her to dress while I changed into my clothes. I sat at our computer, Googling “Reliable Title and Mortgage Life Insurance Company.”

After scrolling through numerous hits, I rose to take my ravishing wife to dinner. She walked into the room, wearing a stunning short and strapless dress that showcased her curves. Her shiny black fuck-me pumps with the highest heels I’d ever seen outside of a film added to her sultry charm.

“I guess we are celebrating,” I said with a smile, and Jennie pulled me up, leading me out the door a minute later.

As we drove down the street, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, my mind racing with the possibilities of the night ahead.