An Inquisitive Federal Agent

An Inquisitive Federal Agent

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII

Chapter 06 – Cheating a Slaver (or Caught, Punished, Enslaved)

Gloria Waters was flushed, shivering, and it felt like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Her stomach was boiling from two hours of frightened tension, her intestines were painfully cramping, and wet, splotchy patches soaked her armpits and crotch under her rumpled business attire. The twenty-nine-year-old real estate loan officer was used to life in the fast lane. While normally fully accustomed to a long day of constant pressure, in fact craving the stress as if it were a drug, she was unprepared for the unexpected predicament into which she had fallen. The blotchy-faced redhead barely repressed the urge to scream at the movers that were leisurely packing the objects d'art in her condominium. Everything of value in her condo was to be moved temporarily to the secret hideaway love nest she and her lover had been using south of Miami . Gloria Waters and Alexander Warren, her lover, had planned to run away together to the sunny Caribbean and establish new lives with money stolen from the escrow fund she managed and cash that he'd squirreled away without his wife's knowledge.

She thought how typically the day had gone until things had gone awry. “It was sex,” she muttered bitterly, “of course it was the sex that fucked things up.” Of course, Gloria knew better; yes, the sex had heralded a change for the worse in her life. However, it was the sex that might have given her a chance to save her ass now.

“It all started before lunch,” she thought, “when I went over to Alexander's bank to review my real estate firm's escrow accounts.” She remembered how excited she had been when she went in for her final meeting before their planned departure from Miami . Her almost too short skirt, tight and sheer blouse, and jacket that framed her bulbous tits and molded the upper part of her ass, were carefully chosen because of Alexander's recent attempts to have her look sexier. Just getting into the clothes that morning had made her pussy clench in anticipation of how her tartish looks might be perceived and the possible chance for illicit sex in his office. Her red hair and fair skin had glowed with life that morning as she anticipated the exciting day ahead of her.

His secretary, a disgustingly cute brunette named Malissa, had quickly ushered her into his private office with a smile and a cheerful, “Mr. Warren, your eleven o'clock appointment, Miss Waters is here. Remember, you have a twelve o'clock on the squash courts with your trainer.”

Despite the perfectly normal introduction, something about Malissa's confident manner had grated on the twenty-nine-year-old escrow manager. The tight and tiny size four ass, gliding gracefully out of the office as the secretary returned to her desk, had rekindled feelings of jealousy. “After all,” she'd thought, “I'm already competing against a big-titted trust fund wife and two kids belonging to a successful, and gorgeous, forty-two-year-old hunk. Who wants to add in a gorgeous strumpet of a secretary for more competition?” As a result, she'd pushed her groin up against her buff lover's hip and kissed him savagely the instant the door had safely clicked shut.

His large hands had immediately taken possession of her ass cheeks and pulled her even more tightly against his solid form. She'd shivered in real excitement when he responded to her kisses. “A perfect lover,” she'd thought as she ground back against him using her crotch and breasts to excite him, “although he pushes me rather hard toward rougher sex than I'm used to, … but, oh, … my pussy loves it.”

She'd actually been disappointed when his tight squeezing ended and he signaled her to open her leather satchel and pull out the escrow account printouts. After a sigh of exasperation as her hope of a quickie screw disappeared, she'd pulled out the printouts and laid them across his desk. He reviewed the spreadsheets while she took her jacket off and carefully draped it over a chair. After a quick glance at the totals he'd briskly told her, “OK, just like we planned, … after we're finished, fill out this withdrawal form for the seven hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars still in the account, it's already authorized with my signature. Then, take the cash and the two hundred and fifty thousand already in our safety deposit box and go to your condominium. We'll link up at our hideaway tonight to have a nice quiet weekend. I'll bring my money and we'll be set up for years. Everything is a go.”

Alexander had crept around her bent over form; she was still reviewing the account balances as he was giving her directions on what to do. She'd almost purred as his hands slipped down her back, fingertips pausing to scratch along her bra strap, and settling over her hips. She'd sighed in appreciation when his boner pushed against her ass. By the time he finished reviewing what she was to do, his right hand was under her skirt and rubbing along the lacy edge of her skimpy red panties. “I responded like a teenage slut in heat,” she told herself bitterly as the packers got close to finishing up crating the last items in the living room. “The instant his hand touched my sex, his other hand jammed my face down on the desk, smearing my papers all over. His fat dick was in me so fast I didn't have a chance to get ready, … shit, … going in, it both burned like hell and turned me on at the same time. I was almost ready to cum the minute he bottomed out in me.”

What happened next was what began the turning point in her relationship with Alexander. Even hours later, she wrapped her arms around her sweaty clothing and shivered. “He fucked me like a demon, my cheek thumping onto the desktop and my hips slamming into the edge of his desk. Oh, crap it was wonderful, … but it only lasted a moment or so, … then one of his hands yanked my head back in a painful grip.” She still remembered the thick string of drool that had stretched from the corner of her mouth and run to a small puddle on the account balance sheet. “Then my ass stung like hell when his other hand tore off my panties and threw them on the desk before me.” Next Gloria Waters remembered his hands greedily grasping at her swollen tits while he resumed thrusting into her from behind. “My blouse buttons flew everywhere when the bastard ripped open my blouse and broke the front clasp on my bra. I think the bra straps burned welts into my shoulders when he yanked it out from under my ruined blouse. He threw it beside the panties like some kind of trophy.”

Gloria's breasts still hurt from the deep bruising left by his fierce grip where he'd used her tender tit meat as handgrips to increase the rough thrusts into her from behind. “Like an animal,” she remembered in an almost regretful manner. “Even though it hurt, … that part of the sex felt wonderful at first when he was fucking me so out of control.” Her clit was just getting chimed, with just the right rhythm, and an earth shattering orgasm had almost arrived, when Malissa knocked loudly on the door. In a flash, Gloria was thrust roughly under the desk, a hard kick against her ass throwing her feet and butt into the tight space, and her body blocked in place as Alexander sat down, his slimy cock still proudly erect. “He never let my hair loose,” she complained bitterly, “he nearly yanked it from the roots as he kicked me under the desk and then mounted my face on his nasty dick.”

By the time Malissa approached her boss' desk, both Alexander's hands had gripped her ears and her lips were being forced relentlessly down toward the curly hairs on his groin. She tried hard to keep from gagging and letting the secretary hear that she was sucking off her boss below the desk as the two chattered on about his schedule. Gloria was starting to black out when the secretary started out of the room and Alexander yanked her off the jutting pole of sexmeat. As the air gurgled back into her desperate lungs, Malissa reminded her boss that her wife was waiting on line one.

“Hello darling,” the woman's hateful upper-class Boston accent echoed through the room as Alexander activated the call on speakerphone. “How's my favorite hunk of man doing today? Making big deals and building up lots of testosterone to rock my world with?”

Gloria had been torn between the need to gulp in air, as the skull fuck resumed with vigor, and the need to hate the woman who her lover insisted on pretending to adore until after they'd set up a safe haven in the Caribbean. Just as she felt the cock rocketing in and out of her mouth swell up in clear notification of his impending cum, Gloria realized that Malissa had only pretended that everything was normal in the office. “My red panties and bra were lying torn on his desk and my jacket was in plain sight on the guest chair,” she thought with horror. Just then, his cock pulled out and long stringy ropes of cum began to spurt onto her face.

“Lover, what's all that gasping and huffing noise coming from your office,” the wife asked.

“Not to worry,” Alexander had answered cheerfully as his cock pumped more strings of cum across her forehead, “I'm loosening up before my squash lesson and match. After all, I don't want to pull anything important that we might need later on dear.” Alexander's fist was pumping out the last of the jism in a line across her eyeballs as he finished up the conversation with his wife. Gloria was gulping to keep from retching as her head was once again gripped painfully in place with a calloused fist wrapped around her long red tresses. After painting his cum all over her face, Alexander drew Gloria up from under the desk by the handle of her red hair and he studiously began to wipe the white jism off her face by blotting it up with her silky red panties. Finished, he'd drawn her up to her full height and driven his tongue deep past her bruised lips.

“God help me,” Gloria moaned as she shut the bathroom door between herself and the movers. “At the end, his tongue actually got me excited again and my body yearned for the orgasm I'd been cheated of by his secretary.” She sagged back against the closed bathroom door and surveyed her disheveled looks in the bathroom mirror as she remembered the humiliation of the feeling of the expensive silk panties, along with the new coating of Alexander's cum, being shoved roughly up her vagina while his tongue danced with hers. “Oh, what a bastard!” she cried softly. “Worse, he played me so easily. I'm such a fool!”

After Alexander released his iron grip on her hair and she'd slumped down to the floor, he'd calmly zipped up, combed his hair, and grabbed his gym bag. “Baby,” he'd grinned lasciviously down at her slumped form, “you are a great piece of ass and you get better every day. I guarantee you're going to get even better when I really let loose on your sexy bod! We just have to work on your endurance, … this little bit of sex was hardly a workout.” He headed toward the door and paused with a hand on the door handle, “Love, … if something goes wrong today, or at any other time, … if someone mentions scented red panties to you, you'll know they're been sent directly from me.” He'd laughed and added, “Course, the details on how the red panties got their stench and where they got stashed will remain our secret. I'll lock the door behind me. You can leave when you're cleaned up and ready to go get our money. Maybe Malissa will be on her lunch break and won't see your rumpled clothes as you leave.”

Gloria stood in her tiny bathroom sanctuary and cried. The quickie sex without any satisfaction had been hard enough on her, physically and mentally; what she discovered next had been even more earth shattering. She'd staggered up from the floor of the office and collapsed weakly in Alexander's leather chair, uncaring about the trail of slime left on the expensive seat from her swollen pussy lips. Her tight skirt remained rucked up above her waist and her breasts swung heavily, brushing against the slick surface of the polished wood desk. She'd rearranged the papers strewn about in the out of control sex session and stared blankly at the smeared ink on the final tally for the escrow account. Her drool and the repeated plunging of her cheek against the spreadsheet had obscured the final balance amount. Still mentally dull from her ordeal, Gloria had been unable to remember exactly the amount in the account. “I only knew it was something a little more than three quarters of a million dollars,” she whispered to the empty bathroom.

The sexy redhead had remembered a password cheat sheet taped on the side of Alexander Warren's right-hand desk drawer. It was right where she expected but she also found a key taped beside it. Ignoring the key, she used his USERID and PASSWORD to log onto his workstation. “I only wanted to confirm the exact total remaining in my escrow account,” she whispered sadly. When she typed in her account number, she'd been shocked at the figures displayed. “More than nine million dollars!” she hissed. Certain it was wrong; she'd used one of the bank manager's computer options to display sixty days worth of transactions against her account along with matching codes for deposit sources and transfers. Stunned, she tried to reconcile what she saw against what she was certain should have been a little over seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. “The biggest recent addition should have been the three hundred and fifty thousand I got as earnest money on the offer from Justin Drake for that condominium rental complex. He's the reason we had to hurry, cause I didn't want to miss out on his large escrow deposit,” she mused.

While she was reviewing the mystery of how her account holdings had been so drastically different from her expectations, Aaron Clarke was sitting remarkably calmly in his Mercedes. He was parked, convertible top down, in the upper level of the parking under her luxury high-rise condominium. Unbeknownst to Gloria Waters, her real estate firm's recent customer, Justin Drake, was actually Aaron Clarke, a slaver and man with absolutely no tolerance for bad manners or broken contracts, written or verbal. Quickly suspicious when his real estate purchase offer wasn't accepted or denied, and after the calls to the escrow officer hadn't been returned, Aaron contacted a Private Investigator to look into things. Dale Brown was a licensed, talented, but very unscrupulous investigator who'd worked for the slaver in the past. Aaron was sitting in his car, reviewing the file that Dale had given him the evening before. He was looking at Gloria Waters' picture and thinking about what Dale had told him over the phone just an hour ago.

“Justin,” he'd said, “I think your the escrow officer is getting ready to make a quick departure. She's been getting porked by her banker and I think they're gonna take your money and run. I can't believe he'll leave his wife, but they have movers at her place right now. I also found out they already have tickets to a resort in the British Virgin Islands . When she wasn't looking I spoke to the movers, they're taking the boxes to a house on the water south of town. After tonight, … it may be too late to get your money back.”

The file was thin, but included what Aaron needed, especially the photos of Gloria and Alexander together at restaurants, outside her condominium, and entering their love nest. Alexander's wife and children were shown in other pictures along with addresses, phone numbers, and other details.

Aaron opened his car door and slipped out into the garage; he'd decided to go for it. “I refuse to let those two thieving fucks rob me, even if I have to make up the plan as I go.” Despite his reluctance, he was looking forward to Gloria's film debut. “Business,” he reminded himself coolly, “let's keep everything in perspective. She'll make a fine film subject for a XXX-rated documentary on the transition from prim and proper businesswoman to modern pain slut porno star.” He took his small black leather bag and walked over to Gloria's nearby car. He intended to check out the car's contents before he headed upstairs to her condo.

Gloria had locked her bathroom door and was now sitting on her toilet, trying to control her most recent panic attack. “I knew right away what he had been doing,” she told herself, “it was obvious that Alexander was using my account to launder illegal funds.” The computer showed that every fifteen minutes, twenty-four hours a day, an electronic deposit of forty-five hundred dollars was credited into each of her escrow accounts. “A computer somewhere offshore was making the wire transfers into my accounts. Between the two accounts, he was dumping over eight hundred thousand dollars of deposits into my accounts every day.” She typed the numbers into a desktop calculator and gasped at the extent of money involved.

$4,500 X (4 X 24 X 2) = $846,000 [daily deposits into two accounts]

The corrupt real estate agent had feverishly clicked though her banker lover's computer trying to see what happened to all that money. “It was clear that he'd been forced to manually move money out of my accounts into at least forty other accounts throughout the United States . He was losing ground every day.” She sorted the transactions by size and immediately noticed that noticed that the wire transfers were in only two denominations: $4,500 for deposits and $4,185 for withdrawals. A third amount was the other standard number; it was only $315, but the funds always went into the same account in Alexander's own bank. “He was raking off seven percent. Each time he made a $4,185 transfer out, he took $315 and put it into an account her.” She typed in the account number and was shocked once again. “It's in my name, she thought. The bastard is setting me up.”

Gloria grabbed a legal pad and started copying numbers off the screen. “Over one hundred million dollars washed through my accounts in the six months since our first date. He set this up before we even had sex the first time. His share was $7,106,400.” She clicked open the account Alexander opened in her name. The balance was exactly $7,106,400. She took a deep breath and started writing down account numbers and amounts on her pad. As backup, she printed out all the transaction ledgers she'd looked at.

Ready to take a step that would once again change her life, Gloria backed out of all the active account windows and opened the wire transfer application on the computer. She typed in the first of her accounts. Fifteen minutes later, she glanced at her notes to see the extent of her thefts:

$ 753,000 Funds legitimately in her escrow account

$ 9,000,000 Backlog of illegal money not yet moved from escrow

$ 7,106,400 Alexander's money laundering profits

$ 16,859,400 Total funds stolen and moved into Gloria's offshore account

Gloria sighed and picked up the phone. “A couple of last things to do still,” she had muttered angrily. “He probably intended to do the same thing I've just done as soon as I was out of the picture in the Caribbean . Since Alexander and I both know the access key to the offshore account, I need to change the access key, and then he can't touch the account ever again.” She quickly finished this task and stood up to stretch. She grimaced at the stiff mask of residual cum that she felt on her face and the way her mauled breasts were exposed. A thought occurred to her as she was tying the remnants of her blouse across her belly in an attempt to hold her swaying boobs in place, “Not only have I just fucked Alexander, … but whoever he works for is surely going to want a full accounting for the nine million dollars of their missing money.” She grinned evilly and straightened her rumpled skirt. Unfortunately, her stylish blazer was never meant to fully conceal her bosom as would a man's. She was decently concealed, but a deep crease of cleavage told anybody that looked about her sexy plunging neckline under the jacket. As she turned to leave, Gloria felt her unconstrained heavy boobs begin to sway and bounce. “No construction sites for me,” she thought with the first humorous thought she'd had in over an hour.

Gloria stopped at the office door and dropped her leather satchel as she realized that Alexander hadn't even locked the door behind him as he left. “Anyone could have walked in a seen me topless, face covered in dried cum, and illegally working on his computer. That bastard!” Thinking of the computer, she turned and ran back to Alexander's desk drawer and triumphantly snatched out the safe deposit box key she had seen earlier. “Last task,” she grinned, “empty two safety deposit boxes and then leave this place for good. I hope Alexander chokes when he realizes what I've done!”

Deciding that the overwhelming urge to retch had passed, and that she'd been in the bathroom long enough, she shook her head to free it of the day's events that she'd been reviewing. Gloria Waters stepped out into her condominuim to see how the movers were doing.

Aaron threw a heavy black duffle bag into his trunk. It was full of neatly bundled stacks of one hundred dollar bills. “Looks like our little pigeon had planned on using more than just my money in her new life.” Aaron was well satisfied at this turn of events; he was certain that he'd just recovered significantly more than just his missing money. Gloria's purse and expensive leather business satchel joined the duffle bag in the small trunk. Aaron had rummaged through the bag, discovered her cell phone, and turned it off. Ready to confront his thieving harlot, he turned toward the entry vestibule on her level of parking, eager to begin her punishment. As he walked, Aaron's dick twitched at the satisfaction he'd feel as his cock made its first slithering thrust into her cheating cunt. “Soon,” he told himself, “soon.”

--- To Be Continued ---

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