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Taking Her Away

Crushedbyheels

Crushedbyheels

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Oct 10, 2011
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Three houses down from Carmen Sandiego
Cole Harris dominated the room.

He sat behind his desk with the wall of solid glass behind him, dominating the room. He was tall and broad shouldered, with black hair just starting to gray at the temples, wearing a blue suit and tie and a black shirt. He had a light day; the truth was, he only did the work he thought he really had to anymore. He'd climbed high enough that whatever needed doing, he had people to do it for him. And he liked that; liked ordering people around, liked watching people obey him.

And he liked being tall and strong, towering over people. Seeing the tiny look of fear in their eyes as they instinctively realized how badly he could hurt them if he wanted to.

"Mr. Harris?" his secretary said. "Ms. Cooper is here to talk to you? I, ah, think it's John Cooper's wife. She has an appointment."

"Well send her in," he said. Privately, he wondered what kind of fish faced golem that idiot had managed to talk into marrying him.
 
Jayde had taken the time to try and make herself look impressionable that morning. Not that it mattered, she was already naturally beautiful. Her dark her hung loosely at the middle of her back, her tan skin glowing. She put on a light amount of makeup and a revealing, yet professional looking dress. The tightness of the dress showed off her curves, which were in all the right places. Sighing, she walked out of her home and got into her car, driving to the meeting she had scheduled with her husbands boss.

Times were rough. Her husband was about to get laid off, and he was too scared of his boss to stand up and say something to him. Thats why she had taken the initiative and made an appointment to speak with him herself. Nervously, she followed the secretary to his office, stepping inside.
 
He saw her and his eyebrows rose. How in the hell had anyone as pathetic as Cooper managed to catch such a delicious looking woman? He shook his head at the sheer strangeness of the world.

One look told him Cooper wasn't doing enough with what he had. He could see it right there. The dress was interesting; revealing, tight...was she expecting to fuck her husband back into a job? Or did she normally dress like that? He made no effort to hid it as his eyes slid down her curves, her tanned thighs, her breasts...it was apparent he was undressing her with his eyes.

"Miss Cooper," he said, not getting up. "Please, sit down. What can I do for you today?"
 
She shifted uncomfortably as she felt his eyes digging into her skin, blushing as he spoke to her. "Please, call me Jayde." she said as she sat down. She looked into his eyes, sighing before she spoke. "I.. I wanted to talk to you about my husbands job." she said after a moment. "He's too scared to talk to you about it, but if he doesn't have work.. we're not going to make it." her voice caught as she continued. "We barely have enough money to pay the bills now, we'll lose everything if he loses this job."
 
"Well the problem there," he said, leaning forward earnestly, "is that frankly, your husband doesn't deserve his job. I'm not even being cruel saying that. I could hand you records. Your husband actually drags down any team we put him on, his individual assignments are late and poorly done, and overall I simply can't count on him to actually do his work. He's taking up a position that could go to someone in just as dire need who's willing and able to actually do the work. And the fact that he had to hide behind his wife on this doesn't exactly impress me."

He leaned back, smiling.

"Although YOU do, Jayde. You're a very beautiful woman. We could probably work something out, I'd hate to see you going hungry..."
 
A strange feeling seemed to take over her as she listened to Mr. Harris speak. Her husband hadn't told her any of that. In fact, what he had told her was almost the exact opposite. Her eyes filled with tears at the thought. How could he have lied to her like that? She nodded slightly at Mr. Harris, although she was confused at what he meant. What could he possibly work out with her?
 
He saw the uncomfortable look on her face and smiled. He leaned in close to her.

"Jayde," he said. "I'm willing to make a personal deal with you. If you give me a blowjob, right here, right now, I won't fire your husband this week. If you let me fuck you, I won't fire him for a week and a half. If you do a nice little striptease for me first, I won't fire him for two weeks. However long you decide to save his job, at the end of that time I'll fire him. Unless we make another deal. What do you say, Jayde?"
 
Jayde was pretty certain her jaw dropped a little as she listened to him speak. Did she hear him correctly? Did he really just offer to trade sex for her husbands job? She sat silently for a moment, trying to take it all in. He had to have this job. If not, they would lose everything. Even if they only had two weeks, at least that would be some time to figure things out. Her mind wandered, trying to decide what decision was the right one. "Mr. Harris.." she said, hoping she could reason with him.
 
"No," he said, raising a hand. "This isn't a negotiation. Your husband has absolutely nothing to offer me. You have exactly one thing to offer me. I run a business, not a charity. Your husband's duties aren't especially onerous or strenuous. He is not underpaid. In fact considering his performance, he's overpaid. If I'm not going to get good work out of him, I've got to get SOMETHING to convince me to keep him on. And the only asset he seems to have is sexy wife. So fuck me or fuck off, Jayde, and if you decide to go I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
 
A tear ran down her cheek as his harsh words hit her like bricks. "I just.. I can't do that to him." She knew that this was the only opportunity they had, but she couldn't cheat on her husband. Ever since she had met him, she hadn't even imagined herself being with anyone else.
 
"Alright," he said. "I'll give you three days to think about it. I suppose that's fair. But if you're not in this office at the same time, in three days, your husband will be fired. As long as you understand that, go ahead and get out of here."

He reached over and picked up a phone on his desk.

"Madeline?" he said. "Put cooper on unpaid suspension for the next three days, would you please? Thanks."

He put the phone down and looked up at Jayde.

"Was there anything else?"

((He's got more evil stored up, too, so feel free to give him the opportunity to use it if you want...)
 
Jayde felt a small amount of relief as he spoke, telling her that he would at least give her time to think about it. She stood up quickly, more than ready to get out of there.

Her eyes met his as briefly as she turned to leave. "No.." she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. She let the door slam behind her, trying to hold back her tears as she made her way out of the building. What was she supposed to do? She debated whether or not she should tell her husband about the meeting. If she did, there would be no chance of it happening. She decided to keep it to herself, her mind wandering as she weighed her option.
 
Her husband was absolutely dismal about being put on suspension. He sulked around the house until exactly 2:23 PM the next day.

That was when the police arrived.

They knocked at the door and her husband answered

"Mr. Cooper," the officer at the door said. "I'm afraid you're under arrest for possible theft from your employer of computer equipment."

"Computer equipment?" he said. "The old desktop? But everybody...they were going to throw it away..."

"Sir, you have the right to remain silent," the police officer said. "If you give up that right, anything you say..."

"No, you can't," he stammered weakly over the Miranda warning, although he didn't resist as the cuffed him. "I'm about to lose my job, If I have an arrest on my record when I try for a new one I'll never..."
 
Jayde was just pulling into the driveway after going to the grocery store when she saw her husband being put into the police car. She pleaded with the officer, trying to tell him that he had made a mistake, but he simply shrugged her off, got into the car and left.

Less than 20 minutes later, she was at Mr. Harris' office. She hadn't bothered to dress up like she had the day before, wearing a simple, low-cut tank top and a pair of jean shorts. She hadn't made an appointment, and quickly walked past his secretaries desk and straight to his office.

She barged into his office, not even taking notice that there was someone in there with him sitting in the seat she had been in the day before. Standing in the doorway, she stared at him coldly. Her eyes were red from crying. "What have you done?" she asked quietly, sounding defeated.
 
He looked her up and down again, once again making no effort to hide the lust in his gaze. He'd actually been expecting her to come by tomorrow at some point; he'd figured her first priority would have been to bail her husband out of jail. Then again she wasn't a stupid woman, so she had to know the problem wouldn't just go away until she'd spoken to him...

"Ronald I need to take this meeting," he said, speaking to the man in the chair across from him.

"I bet you do," the large man chuckled, his voice a thick southern drawl. He also looked at Jayde without disguising his own desire. "Hell I wouldn't wait on this meeting either. I'll see ya tomorrow."

The man got up and brushed past Jayde. The way his fingers brushed her ass on the way just might have really been an accident.

"Well then Jayde," he said once the man was gone. "Don't just stand there and shout. Sit and lets talk."
 
Again, she stood uncomfortably as his eyes wandered obviously over her body. It hurt her to know that soon he would be doing more than looking, but as of now, that was her only option.

She jumped slightly as the mans hand brushed against her ass, quickly making her way to the seat he had been sitting in. She waited until he had left and the door behind him was shut before she spoke.

"Why?" she asked him desperately. He had mentioned nothing about the fact that he was going to have her husband arrested. If she had of known that, she wouldn't have bothered to wait three days.
 
"Well for one thing, I thought it was funny," he said. "I'm not a nice man, Jayde; I can be when I want to be, but deep down I'm really not. I know that, I accept it.

"The other reason is that once I enter a negotiation I play to win. So I apply pressure. Every kind of pressure I know how. And I knew he'd taken home a computer we were planning on getting rid of. Oh, I know that just about every employee does it, but legally it really is theft. That's why it's so incredibly useful when I have to negotiate with them.

"So Jayde, let's start negotiating. The old deal is still on the table. A week for a blowjob, a week and a half for a fuck, and two weeks for a fuck and a strip tease. Maybe we could even discuss an extra day or two for all of the above."
 
"If I do this.. will you get him out?" she asked. What good would a job be anyways if he was in jail? If Mr. Harris would agree to that, she knew that her only choice would be to go through with the tasks he wanted her to perform.

She shifted nervously in her seat, waiting for his response.
 
"Of course I will," he said. "All charges dropped, and back at work for the time we discussed. After all, he can hardly work for me when he's in jail. Of course he hardly "works" for me at all, but that's not the point.

"I am a man of my word, Jayde, as cliche as that sounds. If I make you a promise I will keep it; if we make an arrangement I will follow it to the letter. I'm offering something in exchange for what you have to give. The only question is whether you're ready to pay up."
 
Jayde nodded slightly in response. She had to do it. There was no other option. If she wanted her husband out of jail, she would have to follow through. And she needed the extra time.

"I am.." she said, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to keep the tears from flowing.
 
"Good," he said, standing up to walk past her and pushing the door of the office closed. He locked it, then whirled on her, gently grasping her throat, towering over her. He grinned down, enjoying the view down her tank top.

"So get to paying me, slut," he snarled. "How much do you care about your husband? Enough to strip for me? Enough to suck me hard first? What's it gonna be?"
 
She started at him nervously as he loomed over her, his large hand around her throat. She used both of her hands to try and push his away, shaking slightly as she dropped down to her knees.

She took a deep breath as she unzipped his pants, pulling them down. She stared at his cock for a moment before doing anything with it. It wasn't even hard yet and it already looked bigger than her husbands.

As she wrapped her fingers around him, taking his member into her shaky hand, she tried not to think about her husband. This was the first man other than him she had touched since she had been with him.

Sighing, she stroked him gently, moving her heard forward and allowing the head of his cock to push through her lips.
 
He pushed her away and laughed, letting his cock dangle in front of her face.

"Eager little slut aren't you?" he chuckled. "I like you on your knees. But you're being impolite..."

He pulled a chair over and sat down in it, his knees apart. The view was beautiful; her on her knees, his cock dangling in front of her face, already large and not even half erect.

"Now get to work," he ordered.
 
Jayde cringed at the word slut, staring up at him nervously as his cock sat right in front of her. After he sat down, she took him in her hand for a second time, hesitantly sliding his head into her mouth.

Using her hand to stroke the rest of him, she sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around the tip. She pulled back after a moment, taking in the situation. How could she do this? She didn't have a choice.. She kept telling herself that, trying to push back the thoughts of John that kept filling her head.

As she continued to suck, she took a little more of him in, using her tongue to explore his lengthy member. She could feel him growing harder, and it was becoming more difficult to take more of him in.
 
The feeling of her lips and nimble tongue sliding on his member was almost as good as the sight of her mouth wrapped around his cock, distending her lips. It was clear she had no idea how large he was as he grew inside of her, and the worried expression that creased her brow made him laugh.

"Is that all you've got?" he said, putting a hand on top of her head. "You've got talent, but if you're going to keep your husband's precious job you're going to have to do better than that."

He used the hand on her head to forcefully pull her father down his cock.
 
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