Loading...She was a bitch, everything about her said that she was a spoilt little princess, and the strange thing was that she got away with it. When she was with her friends, all sitting in the booth laughing at her, to me feeble, jokes she was the life of the party, a good friend to both male and female alike, but I knew different.
They were college seniors and had been coming into the off-campus bar since the beginning of the year, three couples who seemed to have their lives so settled it was disgusting, but when it was just the girls it was totally different. They sat there plotting how they could keep the boys dangling on their sexual string. “Trent thought that he was really going to score last night, I let him play with my titties and when I let him put his hand between my legs I thought that he was going to have a stroke, oops I didn’t mean it like that,” they all giggled at her pun, “what I meant to say was that he got really, really excited, and then I told him to stop because I was saving myself for when we get married, he had a boner that big that he couldn’t stand up when he got out to open the car door for me, I just about wet myself when I got inside.”
“You’re so lucky Miranda, you’ve got your life so sorted, after college you get married and Trent has a job with your father, you’ll have your own home, he doesn’t know about that yet, in a couple of years you’ll start having kids and he’ll be an executive with the opportunity to take over from your father when he retires. I just wish my father had that kind of money so that Brad can work for him rather than his own father.”
“Daddy was lucky that his family owned the bank and he was able to increase its business when he took over from his father. It was just a small town bank back then but now look at it. I’m so proud of Daddy and what he has achieved.”
What is my interest in all of this banality? It is my job to pose as a student and try to get close to Miranda and see if I can gather usable Intel on the ‘Daddy’ in question, J Michael Housman, owner and CEO of the Housman Trust Bank of Centerville, the only bank in the entire state, maybe even the entire US of A, that has survived relatively unscathed from the global financial meltdown. Not only did it survive but it increased its business, and a bank that could achieve this was enough to set alarm bells ringing in the fiscal halls of power.
I felt sorry for Trent because she was playing him like a cat with a mouse, giving him the hint of success and then cruelly crushing his hopes. He didn’t deserve this but he had little choice, it was some sort of family deal that the two of them would finish college, get married and live happily ever after, unlike J Michael himself whose wife Melanie had decamped some three years earlier and was now living with her lady lover in the next county.
I had spoken to Trent a couple of times, well exchanged the time of day is closer to what happened, and I found him polite and friendly. He was a good, almost brilliant, student studying for an MBA that was designed to give him the qualifications he needed for the career chosen by both parents when it was found that Miranda would be the only child in the Housman household. The Housmans and the Whitmans had been friends for three generations and the bank had helped establish the Whitman sugar empire in the early days of the relationship.
William Whitman owned several sugar plantations and a mill in Cuba up to the time of the revolution and the emergence of Castro. William had sensed the revolution building up steam and had sold his interests to a competitor and moved to the Caribbean where he purchased plantations and a mill in the Virgin Islands and Jamaica. At least three times a year his son, also William, would travel to these islands to check on the business and maintain the friendship with the managers.
J Michael had convinced William Jr. that, to appear successful, he should lease an executive jet for these visits, so a lease deal was arranged by the bank for him to use a Gulf 5 for this purpose, and to act as a courier for the bank. This consisted of delivering a case of business papers to an associated bank in the Caymans. He was assured that the transactions were all strictly Kosher so he had no qualms about this minor task, after all he was just helping a friend.
When the crash of ’87 happened, the Whitman family helped the Housman bank to ride out the storm. This brought the two families even closer together and, over the years and through many family occasions their children, Miranda and Trent, became close friends, some would have said that they were like brother and sister, so it came as no surprise that they had made a pact that, when the time came, they would marry. It was this pact that kept Trent hoping for a change of heart from Miranda that would allow him to become more than just friends. During many of their fumblings in the front seats of his Audi he became frustrated at her inability or unwillingness to provide him with a rational reason why she would not allow him to go any further than to caress her through the material of her panties. Any attempt to venture beyond that brought from her a firm rebuke and the command to take her home. Her refusal didn’t stem from any religious zeal, church wasn’t on either of their agendas, she just reiterated that she had made a promise to herself that she would remain ‘pure’ until their wedding night.
It was around midnight the next night when Trent came into the bar looking like a bear with a sore head. I had stayed back after the last patron had left to help the owner clean up because I knew that he’d be in and in a state. “Can I have a scotch?”
“We’re closed.” Tony the owner wanted to get away from there as soon as possible. I walked behind the bar and poured Trent his drink.
“Thanks.” Half the drink was gone and he put the glass down on the bar. He just sat there and stared at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
“You look like someone who has had his balls kicked in.” I topped up his glass.
“Women, I don’t understand them.”
“Don’t tell me, let me guess. You took her out to a fancy restaurant and had a meal that set you back more than I get in a week, and, believing that all the body language between you meant that you were finally going to score, you got to her place and she let you fondle her tits but, when you put your hand between her legs she cried foul and left you there with Roger saluting but no action forthcoming.”
“Are you psychic or something? This has been going on forever and I’m not getting any closer to making love to her. If it wasn’t for the fact that she has promised a million times that, on our wedding night I can have it all, I think I’d have given up.”
“Why don’t you? I’m sure that there are any number of girls willing to let you, I even think that with a little persuasion I’d let you.” I placed an obvious amount of emphasis on the word ‘little’.
He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. “Do I know you? You look familiar somehow.”
“I’ve seen you a few times and spoken to you a few time as well, but I didn’t expect you remember someone like me when you have Miranda on your mind.”
“So you know her do you?”
“No, but I have overheard her and her friends talking about you and the other girls’ boyfriends, so I knew what she had planned for you tonight.”
“What?” An incredulous look slowly drifted across his face as the reality of his love life slowly sank in.
“Let me ask you this; if she really cared about you and told you that she was saving herself for when you were married, do you think she’d tease you this way? Surely it would be better for you not to allow you to even touch her breasts let alone feel her between the legs.”
“I guess she thought that if she didn’t give a little I would look elsewhere.”
“Have you ever given her any cause to believe that to be the case?”
“No, never. I don’t even look at other girls.” Even as the words left his lips he realized that was what he had been doing for the last couple of minutes.
“Look, Tony is giving me the sign that he wants to close up, would you do me a favor and walk me home?”
“Sure thing.”
I grabbed my bag from behind the bar and we left. It was usually only a ten minute walk but tonight neither of us were in a hurry.
“When are you expecting to start working for Housman’s?”
“Oh I already work there during vacations, getting to know the ropes you know. I just help out mainly, whatever I’m asked to do, you know the shit jobs that get heaped on the most junior staff.”
“I know what you mean, I help my father out from time to time, when I can.” I wasn’t lying, my father was my boss but he didn’t show me any favors by giving me the best jobs, I still had to do the hack work unless it was something that I was most suited for like this job. “Do you like the work?”
“It’s okay I guess. The whole time that I’m there I can feel the staff looking at me and talking behind my back. I don’t suppose that I blame them after all they can see that in a short time I’ll be leapfrogging them for a senior position. If it wasn’t for the friendship between my parents and Miranda’s father I think I’d leave and find a job somewhere else.”
We had arrived at my apartment building. “Would you like to come up for a coffee?”
He hesitated for a second or two. “Why not? I really enjoy talking to you, you seem to be interested in things other than fashion and music.”
The light was flashing on my answering machine but I ignored it, there was nothing that I could do about it so I thought that I’d leave it until the morning until I had time to take care of it. “How do you like your coffee?”
“White’ll be fine thank you.” He was looking around the room, it wasn’t much to look at, just a sofa, a coffee table and a TV, while in the corner was my computer, that was it. I could see that this was nothing like what he was used to.
“It’s not much is it? It’s all I can afford right now but wait until I graduate and then look out. Onwards and upwards, that’ll be me.” I handed him his coffee and we sat on the sofa and I kicked off my shoes. “That’s better.” I wiggled my toes. He was looking at me, trying to decide what to do next. “What?”
“Oh. I’m sorry if I was staring, it’s just that you’re . . . . . . nice.”
“Oh wow! Such praise. Of course I’m nice, do you think that I’d be shitty to someone that I think is pretty nice?” I put my hand on his thigh. “Look Trent, your experience with girls is a little limited, we’re not all prissy little princesses you know.” I leaned across and kissed him. I thought that he was going to do a runner but then he surprised me by returning my kiss. I slid across next to him and pretty soon we were at it full on and I didn’t stop him when he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his hand inside and over my breast. When his hand reached between my legs I opened them wider to allow him access to my pussy. “Slow down, this isn’t a race you know, I’ll enjoy it more if you take your time.”
“You’re not going to stop me then?”
“If I’d wanted to stop you you would be writhing around on the floor about now. I’m not a prick tease you know.”
“That’s what you think Miranda is?”
“That’s exactly what she is.” I felt his hard cock through his trousers, it was ready for action. I slipped to the floor and knelt between his legs, the look on his face when I opened his flies and extracted his stiffened cock from his jocks was priceless. When I opened my mouth and engulfed him I thought that his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. “Just relax and enjoy, I’m not going to bite it off you know.” I returned to my task.
Some minutes later he grabbed my hair and gently pulled me from his cock. “If you don’t stop I’ll, you know, ejaculate into your mouth.” Straight out of Sex Ed 101.
“And that’s a problem how?”
“Do you mean that you’ll let me?” In answer I swallowed his cock and swallowed his cum.
“Now it’s your turn.” I stood up and slipped off my knickers, what there was of them. “I want you to, I’ll rephrase that, I need you to get between my legs and lick my pussy, you don’t think that you’re the only one to get pleasure out of this, do you?” He did as I asked and was getting into the swing of things quite nicely when I stopped him. “Now what I want you to do is to put your finger into my pussy and turn your tongue’s attention to the area just at the top of it, that’s where my clit hides and if you lick it well enough it will poke its head out and I’ll be really happy.” I was soon happy. Trent looked at me and my smiling face with a certain amount of pride that was only going to get better.
I stood up and held out my hand, “Come with me.” I noticed that he didn’t hesitate in following me to my bedroom, he even helped me out of my clothes, that was of course after I helped him out of his and he stood, naked, in front of a woman for probably the first time since he was a little kid. With his new found confidence he made no attempt to cover up his cock. In bed his lesson in sex began in earnest and I have to admit that he was a keen student, and enthusiastic, and energetic, his stamina saw him still going an hour later. Eventually we slipped into exhausted sleep.
“Fuck! What time is it?” Not the wakeup call I was expecting. “Shit, I’m supposed to meet Miranda and her father in less than an hour. He scrambled out of bed and began to throw on his clothes.
“Stop.” He stopped with one foot in his trousers. “Why don’t you have a quick shower, you can’t go to meet her smelling of us, then get dressed, you can even use my razor to scrape off your excuse for a beard and I’ll get some coffee happening.” He threw his clothes back off and followed the direction of my finger to the bathroom. The coffee had just brewed when he rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the mug that I held out to him and swallowed it in one gulp.
He kissed me with quick passion and headed for the door. “Wait, I’ve got to thank you for last night and I’d really like to do it again.”
I grabbed a pen and scribbled my name and phone number on a piece of paper. “Call me whenever you need help.”
“Thanks.” He glanced at the paper. “Julie, I will. You are so different from Miranda, I can’t remember when I felt so relaxed with a girl.”
“Go!” I pushed him to the door. As soon as he had gone I pressed the button on my machine. It was, as I had expected, my father touching base. I dialed his number. “Hi it’s me, listen, I think a strategic shift is in order.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I was getting nowhere with Miranda, she has her circle of ‘Heathers’ and no outsider dare try to enter, so I think her boy friend might be a better option.”
“How do you intend to work on him, and why?”
“I already have, and as for the why, he already works for Housman’s and he is a strong possibility to get the information that we need.”
“When you said that you have already worked on him, just what do you mean?”
“He came into the bar on closing time looking all sad, so I was the shoulder he needed to cry on, and one thing led to another, let’s just say that I’m convinced that he’ll be receptive. And before you ask, let’s also say that I gave him what the princess has been denying him for years. I think that he could be falling in love with me.”
“What are your feelings for him?”
“He’s a nice guy, and that’s all that I’m prepared to say about it.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
It was after eleven on Wednesday night when my phone interrupted my attempt to sleep. “Hello, what is your emergency?”
“Julie? It’s Trent, did I wake you? If so I’m sorry but I have to talk to you, please.”
“Okay, if you can remember where I live you can come over.”
“Thanks.” My doorbell rang, he must have been right outside when he called.
“What’s so desperate that you have to call me this late?” Okay, I’m not the most receptive when I’m rudely awaken in the middle of the night.
“You know that sailing trip I went on with Miranda and her father on Sunday. Well the people that he was entertaining didn’t look the type that a small town bank manager would normally be associating with and quite frankly they scared me. What was even more weird was the Miranda and her father were fawning over them like their lives depended on staying in their good books. I was so scared of these guys that I thought that I should go to the police, but then what could they do unless a crime had been committed. Then I thought of you and something that you said the other night about studying Corporate Law and I figured that you might be able to give me some advice about what I should do. I got the feeling that these guys were up to no good and that if I could get an ID on them, and they were crooks I would have something to take to the police, so I took a drinking glass used by each of them in the hope that their fingerprints would turn up on a database somewhere.” He took a package from his sports bag and handed it to me. “I didn’t touch the outside at all and I wrapped them carefully so as not to smudge any prints that might be there. What should I do with them?”
“Let me ask you one question; if you were to discover that Mister Housman was involved in something illegal, would you turn him in?”
“Yes, of course I would.”
“Even though he’s Miranda’s father and you two are supposed to be getting married?”
“Yes.”
“She’ll probably be very angry and might just call the whole thing off.”
“The way I’m feeling right now it wouldn’t bother me too much. There’s something else, I noticed the way that they looked at each other and when I mentioned it on the way home she just said that I was imagining the whole thing, there’s something not right happening here.”
I picked up my phone and hit speed-dial 1. “Hi, it’s me, can you come over, I think that you need to hear this and I might have some evidence for you.”
“Can’t it wait until morning?”
“No. You’ll understand when you get here.” I looked at Trent and could see that he was confused by this. “I need to tell you something and it might affect the way you feel about me, but believe me it doesn’t affect the way that I feel about you, in fact I think more of you now.” He looked even more confused. “You remember when I told you that I was working for my father, well, he is my boss, but I’m working for the government and we’re investigating the operations of the Housman bank. My job was to try and get close to Miranda in the hope that she would disclose some information that we could use. You know her better than most, if you’re not a member of her inner circle the chances of getting close are zero.”
“So you thought that you’d use me instead?”
“Not at first, no. When I overhead them talking about how they have been manipulating their boyfriends I felt sorry for you guys and when you came into the bar the other night I took the opportunity to get close to you and do something about the little bitch. I like you, probably more than I should, and I don’t want to see you hurt like this, and after what you’ve just told me I think that you are going to get hurt even more if I let things continue to progress down the present path. Wait until father gets here and it will all become clear to you, I hope.”
“What do you mean, I’m going to get hurt?”
“I think that there’s a long term plan involved, but I also think all of that is about to change.” My door bell saved me from further explanation.
“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?” My father was between anger and curiosity.
“Trent, this is my father Special Agent Simon Pettigrew, he is with the FBI’s special taskforce investigating banking irregularities in the wake of the global financial melt-down, we have been investigating the Housman bank because there’s something not quite right about how it managed to survive and profit from the melt-down. What you have just told me might be the solution.”
“If I can help I will.”
“You can start be telling us exactly what happened on Sunday.”
“I had been invited to go sailing with Miranda, her father set it up, sort of family bonding exercise. We were supposed to have these business associates of his along for the ride but, the strange thing was that they weren’t at the marina when we set sail. We went up the coast for about twenty miles, pulled into a sheltered cove and dropped anchor. After about five minutes this inflatable set out from shore and headed straight for us, there were four men on board. When it got to us three climbed aboard and the other took the dinghy back to shore.”
“We headed out to sea and when we were out of sight of land the crew lowered the sails and we drifted. Miranda and I stayed on deck, she had this tiny bikini on and was sunbathing on the fore-deck. I stretched out beside her and dropped off to sleep, I’d had a strenuous night if you recall.” He looked at me, something that my father picked up on. “The next thing that I knew was that we were being called into the salon for lunch.”
“Were you introduced to these men?” My father asked.
“Yes I was, but I wouldn’t guarantee that the names I was given were their real names. The meal was designed to impress and there was a lot of wine drunk, I had a little, not enough to get drunk but the others were getting into it, including Miranda. She was flirting openly with the other men as if they were old friends, and probably were. I have to admit to differing emotions at that time, on the one hand there was a twinge of jealousy, while on the other hand it didn’t bother me, what she was doing to them was what I’ve been used to since we were kids.”
“Because all of this seemed odd I grabbed the glasses that they had used and secreted them in my sports bag.” He passed the glasses over to my father. “I reasoned that, if they were up to no good, these might help to identify them.”
Father carefully placed them in an evidence bag that he just happened to have with him. “I’ll get these to the lab in the morning and see what pops up.”
“There’s something that has been bothering me for some time. I’ve been shown the ropes at the bank, probably in anticipation of me eventually taking over, and something isn’t right about its operations. If it wasn’t for regular cash injections from a Cayman Island bank, the Housman bank would be insolvent.”
“Are you sure of this?”
“Yes. I’ve run the balance sheets backwards, forwards and sideways and, when I factored out these funds, the bank was making substantial losses every month.”
“Can you get us a copy of those figures?”
“Yes. There’s one other thing, Housman seems to be very pally with a couple of God-botherers, and given his views on religion I find this unusual.”
“Do the churches that they lead have accounts with the bank?”
“Yes, There are several, the cash account that’s used for the day to day administration, a building account used as a tax dodge.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The monies that go into that account is much more than is spent on building development and maintenance given that much of the work is carried out by volunteers. My guess is that they factor the value of the volunteers’ contribution and transfer that amount from the general account. They also have regular ‘miracle offerings’ where money is donated to the building account. This is used by their followers to gain tax benefits as charitable donations. The accountant at the bank mentioned other funds that didn’t go through the books. He was involved in setting up regular meetings between the Senior Pastors and Housman at his home every Monday night where money is handed over to be placed in a special ‘Retirement Fund’ in a Cayman Island bank. The only record of these transactions is held by Housman in his safe at his home. If this can be proven you would probably be able to charge them with fraud.”
“You’ve been giving this a lot of thought, haven’t you?”
“You could say that. Ever since Saturday night with Julie and Sunday with the Housmans and their dubious friends I have come to not like them very much and, what I would like to see most in this world is for them to be brought down. Anything that I can do to help that process I’ll do.” He looked at me. “I have another reason for helping.” It was obvious from his expression that he wanted to see more of me, much more, and I wasn’t going to do anything to prevent that.
“Do you know what sort of business Housman has with his guests of the other day?”
“I’m not sure but could hazard a guess. I did overhear the mention of a shipment due soon and the need for money to be sent to pay for it. From this I came to the conclusion that drugs could be involved and, because of his Cayman connection money was to be moved off-shore and this has me worried.”
“Why?”
“My father goes to the Caribbean on a regular basis because of his sugar interests and each time he goes he is given a case of business papers to be delivered for the bank. It doesn’t take much imagination to reach the conclusion that this is a transfer of currency for his friends and the Pastors.”
“A money laundering scheme you think?”
“That would explain the transfer of money from the Caymans into the bank’s accounts, he ships the money out, and it goes into his account and is disbursed as required as clean money.”
“It sound feasible but proving it is another thing. When is your father scheduled to travel again?”
“Next Wednesday. The flight will leave around noon.”
“The money has to be delivered prior to that.”
“It doesn’t go through the bank so it could be delivered to his house like the Retirement Fund for the church leaders.”
“Okay, you’ve done enough for now, leave the rest up to us.” He got up and left, as he got to the door he paused to see if Trent was following. Trent stayed put, so with a shrug, father left us.
“This is going to get messy, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Are you seeing Miranda on Saturday night?”
“That’s the plan, yes. I don’t want to go, you know that don’t you?”
“I thought as much, and I don’t want you to go, but you’ll have to because if you don’t they might think that you suspect something and harm you in some way. I don’t want that to happen to you.”
“Does that mean that you feel the same way about me as I do about you?” He had moved over to the sofa and was seated next to me.
“It’s early days but I do feel something for you and don’t want to see you hurt, especially by the princess bitch.” I would have said more but his mouth covered mine and a hand cupped one of my breasts. “Hey, it’s very late, I need my beauty sleep.”
“I’m cutting class tomorrow, I mean today, why don’t you join me?”
“Won’t she be worried if she doesn’t see you?”
“I doubt it, I don’t see her every day and we don’t have any classes together. What do you say?” What could I say? I stood up and led him to my bedroom and my bed. We didn’t venture out of my apartment all day and what little time we didn’t spend making love was occupied discussing our likes and dislikes, what we liked to do and what we avoided doing. I was surprised at how similar we were and the only down side was that I was a couple of years older than him, but that didn’t bother him.
That night father called with news. A federal court judge had issued a search warrant on Housman’s house and the bank, although they were holding off on these for the moment except that the hard drives of his computer were copied for later analysis, he had also sanctioned electronic surveillance of the house, so it was wired for sound and vision. The house next to Housman’s was vacant so had been leased for a short term and a command post was established. It was now a case of wait and see.
Trent and I spent what was left of Saturday night and most of Sunday together. He left late on Sunday afternoon because he had a paper due on Tuesday that he had barely started so Monday was spent catching up on the latest on the investigation. Monday night I was in the house next to Housman’s helping to monitor the surveillance equipment. At eight o’clock the first of three cars arrived and a man I took to be one of the Pastors got out and entered the house. The facial recognition program confirmed his identity, as it did with the other two guests. Each of them handed Housman an attaché case which he took and placed the contents in a large safe in his study.
While he was out of the room Miranda was dispensing drinks and finger food, the perfect hostess. She was wearing a dark blue wrap dress that highlighted her young beauty. It was conservative while at the same time provocative, every step that she took revealed a slender thigh and every time she bent over to offer food an almost indecent amount of breast was visible. None of the men made any attempt to avert his eyes.
Housman came back into the room and poured himself a liberal scotch before sitting in a leather chair opposite the sofa on which they sat. Miranda perched on the arm of the sofa, her arm resting behind the man closest to her. As Housman spoke she moved her leg so that she was straddling the arm of the sofa, the dress parting all the way to the top of her thigh.
“Would you turn up the volume?” The tech increased the volume, the conversation was now loud and clear.
“Gentlemen, I can tell you that the value of your retirement fund is six hundred thousand dollars, each. By this time next year it will be one million dollars, and with interest will be one million, one hundred thousand dollars, tax free of course.”
“Holy crap! Have a look at what she’s doing.” The man monitoring the camera in that room said and we all stood behind him watching it all unfold. The Pastor rested his hand on her thigh and almost imperceptibly it moved up her leg until it reached the top. “Christ she’s not wearing panties.” The hand disappeared from sight between her legs as she half turned towards him.
“If you untie the bow you’ll find it easier.” She pointed to the bow. He untied it and her dress opened allowing him access to her breasts and her hand rested on his thigh covering his cock. One of the other Pastors stood beside the sofa and she turned her attention to him opening his flies. “My he’s excited isn’t he?” Taking his cock in her hand she began to suck it. “He tastes good too.”
“Jesus, I bet that their congregations don’t know what is happening here.”
“And I bet that there is a camera strategically placed to capture the action.” Father said.
“Why?” I was curious.
“For future use if it becomes necessary.”
“You mean blackmail?”
“You bet. If there is a breakdown in the current situation they’d hardly be able to cry foul in case Housman goes public with the videos.”
“What kind of people are we dealing with here?” I was thinking about Trent and his involvement with the Housman’s and how they would stoop this low to get what they wanted.
“Oh Jesus this is getting worse.”
My attention went back to the screen as a now naked Miranda straddled the Pastor on the sofa and lowered herself onto his erect cock. Having settled herself in position she pointed to her ass-hole. “There’s another hole here that’s vacant and needing attention.” He obliged her and when they were both in position she began to move back and forth on both of them. “God that feels good,” she looked at the man underneath, “Suck my titties.” The third Pastor decided to become part of the action and presented his cock to her mouth, she was now pleasuring all three. Her father looked on, his hand stroking his cock as his daughter, the pure innocent princess who was saving herself for her future husband, indulged in carnal debauchery with three ‘men of God’
“Fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your cum, I want all my holes filled with cum.” With a grunt the one on top pushed hard into her, filling her with his cum followed soon after by the one in her pussy. The last one obviously came into her mouth because when he withdrew she opened her mouth and gargled the contents before swallowing. She dismounted from the first man and sat on the edge of the sofa with her legs wide apart to allow clear sight of the cum oozing from both holes before scooping it up on her fingers and transferring it to her mouth.
“The little slut, here she is telling everyone that she is saving herself for her wedding night and she’s fucking those guys like a porn star.”
“She’s better than any porn star I’ve ever seen.” The tech monitoring the video screen said. “Purely in the name of science of course.” He added by way of explanation.
“Can you print off stills from what you’ve recorded?”
“What do you plan to do with them?” Father was standing next to me with a concerned look on his face.
“I plan a little revenge on the princess bitch for what she has put Trent through.”
“I hope you’re not letting your personal life get in the way of this investigation?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t use this until after we have wrapped this up. I just want to see the look on her face when I confront her with it.”
“Christ, now I’ve seen everything.”
We thought the show was over after the Pastors had left but a new show was just beginning. Miranda walked naked into her father’s bedroom and pulled the sheet from his naked body. “How did I go Daddy? Do you think they liked it?”
“They loved it, I got the feeling that they wanted more.”
“They’re like kids in the candy shop, they can’t get enough of it.” She straddled him, offering her pussy to his tongue so that he could lick the remnants of cum from it. When he had finished she lowered herself onto his cock and he fucked her until his hips jerked upwards as he filled her pussy with his cum. She dismounted and snuggled up beside him, stroking his deflating cock. “We make a good team, don’t we Daddy?”
“The best Honey, the best.” He reached for the bedside light and the room was plunged into darkness.
Tuesday night was different. The meeting between Housman and his yachting friends had a different tone to it. The previous night’s tone was that the Housmans were definitely in control, while for this meeting both of them were subservient to the guests and Miranda was dressed differently for the occasion, she was wearing a skimpy version of a schoolgirl outfit, her plaid skirt barely covered the fact that she wore no panties, while the blouse was open to below her breasts. Whenever she moved in front of one of the men he would reach between her legs and stroke her pussy.
One of the men stood up. “On your knees bitch.” She was pushed to her knees and one of them grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth, he thrust his hips forward at the same time as he pulled her head to him, forcing his cock deep into her throat. After several thrusts he held her to him, her lips touching his balls, until her face had turned red before releasing her, gasping for air and still attached to his cock by a string of spit. He did this at least six times before pulling from her and jerking off over her face. She took his cock back into her mouth and licked it clean. She wiped cum from her eyelids and cheeks before licking her fingers clean. Despite the ferocity of this encounter she seemed to enjoy it.
The next sex act was equally brutal. She was pushed back to the floor, this time on her hands and knees, and the man shoved his cock into her pussy and, holding her hips he pulled her to him, thrusting it deep inside her. “That’s it give it to me, I want every inch of your cock in me.” He then rolled onto his back taking her with him and the third man straddled him and pushed his cock into her pussy alongside the first. “Come on I can take all of it, fuck me with your cocks, I want to feel both of you inside my tight little pussy.” She now had two bigger than average sized cocks inside her. This went on for about ten minutes before she cried “I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Come on, fill my pussy with your cum, I want both of you to fill my pussy, oh God!” Pushing herself down onto the twin pistons she squirted, her juices forming a damp patch on the expensive looking rug. First the man on the bottom and then the one on top pushed deeper inside her and emptied himself inside her. After they had got to their feet Miranda remained on the rug with her legs apart as cum oozed from her stretched pussy, the look on her face one of total pleasure.
What happened after the men had left was almost beyond description. Miranda and her father made love again only this time she was the dominatrix. “Get down on your hands and knees and grovel! You’ve been a bad boy haven’t you?”
“Yes Mistress, I’ve been a very bad boy and I deserve to be punished.” She responded by whipping him across the buttocks with a leather belt.
“Now you’re going to find out what it’s like to be fucked up the ass.” She put on a strap-on dildo and mounted him, pushing the artificial cock deep inside his ass until he came, squirting his cum over the floor. She dismounted and forced his face to the floor. “Now you filthy little man, you are going to have to lick this floor clean.”
“I thought that what they did last night was bad enough but this was beyond comprehension. There’s depravity and depravity and what we have seen here tonight was the most deprave thing that I have ever seen. These two are sick.”
When I got back to my apartment I found Trent waiting outside my door, if this keeps up I’ll have to give him a key. “I’m glad I found you, I think something is about to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard Miranda talking to one of her friends and after she told her that she was worried that I didn’t try as usual to get into her panties and that I might be looking elsewhere, she mentioned that her father was going to Switzerland for a skiing holiday and that she would be joining him on the weekend. I know my father is due to go on one of his trips and he usually carries stuff for Housman but this time he has been told not to worry about picking the packages up from the bank, that they’d already be loaded on the plane at the hangar.”
“It sounds like the Housmans, father and daughter, are planning a new life elsewhere.” I picked up the phone and dialed my father. “Hi, Trent has just told me something that makes me believe that Housman plans to fly to the Caymans tomorrow and then on to Switzerland. Have your experts managed to hack into his hard drive, because if they have they should be able to access his bank accounts. I wouldn’t mind betting that he’s been shifting funds out of his accounts into a numbered Swiss bank account, and the money that he’s been given over the past two days will be lodged into the Cayman account and then transferred to the Swiss bank.”
“You have a very devious mind young lady, but it sounds like a good plan. Leave it with me, and get some sleep, do you hear me?”
“Sure Dad, I will.” Trent left an hour later and I didn’t tell him what I had witnessed happening with Miranda. It wasn’t because I was a coward but because I didn’t want to put him into a position of knowing what a total bitch she was, although I think he’s thinking along those lines already.
Wednesday was full of drama. We arrived en mass at the private terminal at the airport just as the Housman Mercedes arrived. J Michael and Miranda got out and the driver helped them unload several items of luggage and load them into the cargo hold of the leased plane. Trent and his father arrived in their less ostentatious vehicle, Trent driving. His father lifted a medium sized case from the trunk, said good-bye to Trent and headed for the plane. Miranda started to walk towards Trent but was still some thirty yards from him when the first wave of agents swooped.
“Mister Housman, I’m Special Agent Pettigrew of the FBI and I have a warrant for your arrest.”
“This is preposterous. What trumped up charge are you using for this?”
“A RICO charge will hold you while we complete our investigations into your financial dealings.” His rights were read to him and he was handcuffed before being led to one of the cars. The agents turned their attention to the luggage that he had placed in the hold, this was loaded into a van for transport back to headquarters.
I noticed Miranda looking at me. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m Agent Julie Pettigrew of the FBI’s special taskforce investigating banks and their financial dealings. We have been investigating your father’s bank for some time.”
She looked from me to Trent. He just shrugged his shoulders and kept looking at her with as good a confused look as you’d see from any Hollywood actor, but I don’t think that she was convinced.
I spent all day at headquarters with the rest of the team trawling through Housman’s financial maze. What soon became apparent was that he was in the process of double-crossing both the church leaders and the others, who fingerprint evidence provided by Trent, were identified as drug dealers. He had been hard hit by the financial melt-down and had come up with a scheme to get the money he needed to survive. It was a variation on the Ponzi scheme where subsequent investors financed interest payments of initial investors. He set up bank accounts, some legitimate and others less so, to launder drug money and facilitate further purchases. The Pastors were told that they could stash money in his Cayman account so that when they eventually retired they would be able to live the tax free lifestyle to which they had become accustomed. This money was used for a scheme he had set up to buy up mortgages on shopping malls and other commercial ventures at a premium. The lease earnings would provide him with a steady if unspectacular return on his investment and if the mortgagee defaulted he would sell the property to one of his other companies at significantly less than the residual value of the mortgage with the balance covered by his mortgage insurance.
All the while he had been siphoning funds from these accounts and transferring them to a numbered account in a Swiss bank where he hoped they would be beyond the reach of the authorities. Things have changed in that area and accounts in Swiss bank are no longer quarantined from authorities such as the US Internal Revenue Service. When we gained access to the Cayman accounts we discovered that he had transferred all of the funds to Switzerland. An application to freeze these funds was sought.
A check of the Housman bank revealed that there was no money. He had transferred all funds out of the bank to his Cayman account and then to Switzerland. The cupboard was bare, the bank insolvent, its customers and investors left with nothing. Trent’s father had made a decision about a year ago to transfer his banking to a rival bank and, as a result had minimized his exposure to this fiasco.
One of the pastors contacted us to enquire after the money that he had entrusted to Housman. He was informed that he could kiss good-bye to his retirement fund and that any attempt to recover it would result in the release of a certain video of himself and the other two in a compromising situation with Miranda and, that he would also be charged with fraudulent conversion of church funds for his personal use. His response was somewhat un-churchlike but the conversation ended there.
At the end of a long day I staggered home to again find Trent at my door. We went inside and me into his arms. “That feels so good, I really need for you to hold me for a little while, today has been murder.” He held me and some time later we left for a restaurant because I was too tired to bother with cooking, not that I was any great shakes as a cook and was reluctant to subject him to my culinary limitations just yet. It was a subdued meal, both of us with a lot on our minds. “We really have opened a can of worms here, do you realize that?”
“Can we take our minds off the Housmans for the time being, I’m so over them. Julie,” he was getting serious here, “do you realize that I’m in love with you?”
“I guessed as much.”
“Well,” he took my hand in his, “Are you in love with me and do you see a future with me?”
“I’ll have to think about that.” (Count to ten, slowly.) “Yes and yes. Yes I do love you, and yes I do see a future with you, but what are we going to do about Miranda?”
“I think we should just forget about her.”
“She’s going to be very angry with both of us, me because I work for the Feds who have spoiled her plans and you because she thinks that you are the cause of all this, that you gave us the information we needed to carry out our investigation. She will become a pariah and she will look on us as the cause. In her mind it will have nothing to do with her, or her father, it will be all our fault and she’s likely to do anything to get even.”
We had only just arrived back at my apartment when my doorbell rang. I opened it to the barrel of a pistol, a large pistol, and attached to it was an angry Miranda. “You fucking bitch, why couldn’t you keep your nose out of my business!” I had backed into the room and was standing next to Trent. “And as for you, you can forget about marrying me you rat. I was saving myself for you and what do you do? You go running off to this bitch and her friends. How could you?”
“What did you say about saving yourself for him?”
“You heard me, I have saved myself for our wedding night.”
“Oh, then who is this?” I reached for the large envelope on the top of my bookshelf and, opening it, I spread the contents face up on the coffee table. There, in full living color, was Miranda, naked and obviously enjoying her sexual encounters with seven men.
“Where did these come from?” Trent stood there with his mouth open, he hadn’t seen these photos and he was not able to believe that this girl, the one having sex in a variety of situations that he had never even dreamed of, was the same girl that continually refused him sex on the basis of preserving her virginity for him, a virginity that had been lost long ago.
“You fucking bitch! How did you get these? Who did you get that looked like me to do these disgusting things?”
“Shut up Miranda! I can see that it is you in these pictures, and to think that I trusted you. That you have betrayed that trust with these men is bad enough, but to do it with your own father! I want nothing more to do with you!”
I saw her begin to swing the gun towards Trent and launched myself at him, pushing him out of the path of the bullet. Unfortunately for me the bullet meant for him hit me instead.
The world went black.
My next recollection was the sound of two male voices. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest, you’ve been here for two days non-stop. I can look after her and I promise to call you the minute she regains consciousness.” I recognized the voice as my father’s.
“No I want to stay, I want to be here when that happens, I want to be the first person she sees when she opens her eyes.” This voice was, of course, Trent’s.
“Will you two stop arguing and let me get some sleep.” That was all that I was able to say before my mouth was engulfed by another mouth that I hoped was Trent’s. My father smiled at us and quietly left the room.