Warning: This contains situations and material innapropriate for
minors. If it is illegal to read this material in your state please
desist. Also, it's not very good.
The Jet Lag by Alexi92
This is really bad. When I wrote it I was still under the initial
strain of jet lag. Am I still jet lagged? You bet, but not to the degree
I was when I wrote his piece of crap story. I don't expect you to write
it, but I thought it might be interesting to show you what kind of stuff I
would produce under the influence of such exhaustion.
Mr. Bridges lined up the putt, almost perfect.
"Stay still, or would you like me to call your husband up here so he can
see this?"
"No sir!"
"Right. And pull your damn open more, the ball is at least as big
as your loose hole."
Mrs. Louise Appleton used her fingers to pull open her large cunt. She
could feel the breeze from the office's air conditioning hitting her
insides. A ramp lead right up to her hole, and she waited to feel the
golfball slam into it.
Mr. Bridges swung. The ball traveled across his office floor, up the
ramp, and right center into Louise's vaginal opening, where it stuck.
"Be a dear and expell that, would you Mrs. Appleton."
Louise flexed certain muscles and the ball shot back towards Mr.
Bridges. He coralled the ball and prepared to make another putt when the
intercom on his desk buzzed. the forty-five year executive leaned over
and pressed a button.
"What is it Samantha?"
"Mr. Graves has just died," Bridges secretary explained.
"The man? Really? Do the other's know?"
"They've been likewise informed, yes sir."
"Okay, damn, has a meeting been called yet?"
"Yes, in twenty minutes."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
"Yes sir."
Bridges looked at the putt and sighed. "Well Mrs. Appleton looks like
you get a break today. I'm not going to have time to fuck you today,
although I have reserved the rest of the afternoon, so if you'll just stay
like that for a while, I'll have my secretary come in and check on things."
He grabbed his coat from the hanger on the door and took a moment to
look at the twenty-seven year housewife lying naked on his floor, her
hands trying to keep her open as wide as possible. He sighed
regretfully and walked out.
As he passed his secretary he picked up the notes she had prepared for
him.
"Please take care of Mrs. Appleton, will you Sam?"
"Yes sir."
And with that he walked towards the elevator so he could make the
meeting.
When he was out of sight Samantha got up and walked into his office.
Louise was still perfectly still when the secretary entered and closed the
door behind her.
"Well, Mrs. Appleton, it seems I've got you for the rest of the
afternoon."
Louise sighed. Bridges she could handle, but Sam was a bitch.
"Tell you what, Mrs. Appleton. Why don't you just eat me out for a few
hours and we'll see if we can get you home before your husband. I think
accounting is going to get off a little early today due to Mr. Graves'
death."
"Mr. Graves is dead?"
"That's right, you fucked him didn't you. You're a real whore Louise.
It would be a real shame if Fred found out, wouldn't it. Well if you don't
want him to be suspicous, you're going to need to pick up the kids today.
And that means I better get off early as well."
Sam unzipped the back of her skirt so that it fell onto the floor. She
was wearing no underwear, just the way Bridges liked it. Carefully she
stepped out of the skirt and sat on the edge of Bridge's desk.
Louise got off the floor and crawled between Sam's legs.
***
No one knew the lawyer. It wasn't all that surprising, the did
have other things going on in his life besides the conglomerate. Still
considering how much time the company took from Mr. Grave's life you would
have thought someone on the board of executives would know the lawyer.
"As you know the Grave's Coporation was privately owned by Mr. Graves."
Everyone on the board nodded. That was common knowledge.
"At the time of his death Mr. Graves had no heirs, so he felt that he
should leave the entire sum of his vast estate, including this company, to
someone within this company."
That caused a stir amongst the executives.
"A Mr. Frank Appleton."
That created an outright protest. Leonard Underwood, senior vice
president stood up.
"The whore's husband?"
***
Frank Appleton was nervous. It wasn't every day that he was called to
the president's office. Frank was only a middle manager in the accounting
department, he didn't do anything that should have even registered on Mr.
Graves' radar.
But at 1:30 in the afternoon a message came through that he was to
report to Mr. Grave's office immeadiatly. The worst part was the long
elevator ride to the top floor. He was certain that it had been designed
to go slowly so as to intimidate anyone that actually had to travel up to
the top floors of the Graves building.
Mr. Graves' secretary, a busty woman that couldn't have been
older than twenty-five, looked at him curiously. She was very beautiful,
and knowing Grave's reputation, probably a good fuck.
Not that Frank's was anything to sneer at. Louise had kept herself
in shape remarkably well the seven years since they had been married. That
wasn't easy after having three kids.
"Mr. Appleton?"
Frank turned. A grey haired holding a briefcase, probably in his
fifties, was standing by the doors to Mr. Grave's office. The man's
attire was very professional, the kind of professional you expected from
doctors, lawyers, and morticians.
"Um, yes."
"I'm Mr. Kobayashi, the executor of Mr. Graves' estate. I'm afraid
that Mr. Graves passed away earlier today."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Really. From what I understand you never met Mr. Graves."
"Well, no, but still, it's sad to hear he's dead."
"Remarkable. Mr. Appleton, if I could just speak to you inside Mr.
Graves' office there is something that I need to discuss with you."
"Um, I don't know if we can do that."
"I assure you, Mr. Appleton, we can. Now if you'll just come inside."
Kobayashi opened the large doors to the office and Frank followed. The
room was huge, as befitted the president of a multi-billion dollar company.
It was bigger than Frank and Louise's first appartment. Of course they
hadn't been able to afford much back then.
Even so, the office was even bigger than the living room in the house
the Appletons were living in now. It had everything, a book case spanning
the entire wall littered with tomes of no doubt great importance, great
works of art hanging above an impressive television set up, and the biggest
fucking desk Frank had ever seen. Frank could feel his breath being taken
away.
"Impressive?" Kobayashi asked.
Frank nodded dumbly.
"I'm glad you like it. According to the terms of Mr. Graves' will this
is your office now."
Frank turned so that he could look straight into the lawyer's eyes.
"What?"
"Mr. Graves has decided to leave his entire estate, totalling well into
three billion dollars, to you Mr. Appleton. Amongst the things passed
down include the ownership of this company, and thus this office."
"But that makes no sense, I never met the man."
Mr. Kobayashi nodded. "That is true. But I'm afraid your reputation
precedes you."
Frank, never the most imaginative person in the world became confused.
"What?"
Kobayashi laid his briefcase onto Mr. Graves'... no onto Peter's desk
and opened it. He took from it a tape which he proceeded to place
into the VCR of the television set up.
"I believe Mr. Graves wanted to explain this to you himself."
Frank watched as Mr. Graves' elderly face appeared on the screen. The
video had obviously been taken on one of Mr. Graves' worse days, his
infeable body swayed across the screen as the tried to steady
himself and failed. Due to the sheer size of the face on the screen Frank
could see why Mr. Graves thought it nescescary to make out a will, the had more wrinkles than a prune.
"Is this fucking thing on?" the pretaped Mr. Graves groused. "What?
Fine. Appleton, this better be you I'm talking to. If not Kobayashi isn't
worth the millions I pay him every year. If that is you I've got some
explaining to do.
"There's a reason I've given you all this shit. It's not because I like
you, I never met you before. But I have met your wife."
"Louise?" Frank asked Kobayashi. "When did he meet Louise?"
Kobayashi just motioned back to the screen.
"Yeah, I met your wife. Listen to me Appleton, she's the company whore.
She fucks the executive's here for money. I know you don't know. Fuck, I
didn't even know until that asshole Underwood invited me to some executive
party. Your was the entertainment. She stripped then she pulled a
train. I'm ashamed to say I fucked her. I'm sorry, I didn't know she was
married until after the party when Underwood told me.
"Listen, I don't like this. My brother's used to lead a double
life, she was a whore too, didn't tell him about it. He joined some club
or something that helped him get her off the streets. I don't think it'll
be that easy for you.
"I've hired private investigator's to find out about this for you. They
all tell me that you love your and you have no idea she's being used
as a plaything by every vice president in the company. She waits 'til you
go to work then she comes to the building and the office of whoever booked
her for that day. Either that or they go to your house and fuck there.
She has about five appointments a day. Then she picks your kids up from
school and pretends to be the wonderfully doting wife.
"I don't know what you're going to do, but I've invested a lot into
this. I don't think it's right, and I thought maybe giving you everything I
had might make up for the role I played in all this.
"One more thing. I'm sorry I didn't say this to your face. Sorry."
The screen disolved into static.
Frank kept watching the snowy patern move incredulously. "That's
insane."
"I'm sorry," Kobayashi said."
"You don't understand. He's wrong. There's no way my would..."
"Mr. Appleton, I've been told to play another if you remain
unconvinced."
"Another video?"
"Security tapes from this building showing your and some of her
appointments. There's no sound, but I believe the visuals should speak for
themselves."
"Another video?"
"Mr. Graves was very thurough."
Mr. Kobayashi played the second video.
Frank watched as his serviced a succesion of men. Louise wearing a
tight pink teddy giving a blow job. Louise naked, her body pressed against
an executive's desk as he took her from behind. Louise dressed as a french
maid masturbating with a duster as a watched from behind his desk. A
woman with a black hood covering her head, her naked body obviously
Louise's, on all fours being caned. Louise doing an erotic strip tease,
already down to her tassles and g-string, rubbing her ass into a vice
president's crotch. Louise spanking the ass of a lying over her lap.
Louise wearing nothing but a diaper at the tit of Janet, the
company's only woman vice-president.
"Turn it off, I get the idea!" Frank yelled.
Kobayashi stopped the tape using the remote. "Again, I'm sorry."
"God, and she was paid for this?"
"From the company payroll," Kobayashi agreed.
"She told me she was just a secretary!"
"According to the records, she was."
"I don't believe this."
"Should I play the tape again?"
"No! I mean I can't believe this is happening to me. God! How long
has this been going on?"
"From the information Mr. Graves has provided, I believe this has been
going on for seven years, a mere six months after your marriage."
"God, it was her idea I get a job here after college. What am I going
to do?"
"As a lawyer, might I suggest divorce?"
"Divorce?"
"Yes, I'm reasonably sure we can get you custody of the children. After
all you are financially secure and able to spend your time devoted to them,
wheras your is a morally corrupt prostitute. It should be realtively
easy to convince a court that you can provide for them more adequately than
your wife. If you want custody that is."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"According to blood tests Mr. Graves ran none of your children have
been fathered by you."
"What?"
"Indeed. I'm not even sure if you is aware of their true
parentage."
"She didn't even use birth control?"
"No."
"Oh god."
Frank felt himself losing control of his legs so he fell back and sat on
the desk. His life was falling apart around him and all he had to comfort
himself with was three billion dollars.
Mr. Kobayashi pulled a file from his briefcase. "While you consider
your options I suggest you read this file that Mr. Graves prepared for
you. It explains the full extent of his estate and offers suggestions about
how to use it."
Frank took the file and placed it on the desk. He didn't even bother to
glance at it. He was just staring ahead of him, at nothing.
When he finally snapped out of it Mr. Kobayashi had gone. The office
was dark. Frank glanced out the window and saw that it was already night.
He took the file from the desk and walked out of the office.
The secretary was still there.
"Quiting time Mr. Appleton?" she asked.
"Yeah," he muttered.
"See you tommorrow."
Frank grumbled.
The drive home was mostly done by instinct. He still couldn't get over
the fact that for the last seven years his had been a prostitute. A
prostitute at his company to make matters worse. And it had been her idea!
She wanted him to work there so she would know that while she was fucking
other her husband would be in the same building.
His whole marriage had been a sham. They weren't even his kids.
When he got home and walked through the front door his kids ran to him.
He looked at their angelic faces and realized he couldn't hate them. They
were his kids, he had raised them, loved them, and they had loved him back.
Hell, it was like adoption.
"Daddy!" his youngest, Jenny, only four, yelled as she jumped into his
arms. He pikced her up and she giggled. "Your late."
"A lot happened at work."
"Mommy's really mad."
"Who cares?"
Jenny looked surprised at this but giggled again.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
Peri, the oldest at seven, pulled at his pants leg.
"What is it?"
"A bad came over today."
"What?" Frank froze, worried.
"He came over after picked us up from school. He yelled at and made her cry. Then he told me you weren't my real daddy."
"Oh? Did he say who was?"
"He said he was."
"Oh."
"I hit him in the balls."
"You did good, Peri."
"Really?" Peri beamed proudly.
"Really. I'm your father, in every way that counts."
"Okay."
"Can we watch TV?" Joey asked imaptiently, not wanting to waste time
like his sisters.
"Sure, but only until nine."
His kids ran to the living room, except for Jenny who squirmed,
signaling she wanted to be let down. He put her down and she followed her
siblings.
Frank made his way to the kitchen where Louise was waiting for him,
sitting at the dining table. She looked at him crossly.
"I heard you're the new CEO of the company."
"And I heard you were a whore. Funny day isn't it?"
"Look, I can explain about that."
"Save it. I'm not in the mood to hear it. I've got work to do."
Frank went to the fridge, took out a beer and retired to his office to
read Mr. Graves' folder.
***
The next day Frank went straight to his new office on the top floor.
After a good night's sleep in his office he felt a little better. He had
ignored Louise's attempts to talk to him that morning, and instead focused
on what he was going to do.
He was going to breeze past his new secretary, but then thought better
of it. His secretary was wearing a dress with an even lower cut than the
other day, showing off a generous amount of generated by her large
breasts. He stopped in front of her desk.
"Good morning Mr. Appleton."
"Morning. Listen, I'm not sure what your name is."
"It's Lisa."
"Lisa. Good. Listen, I'm going to be rather busy today so I'm not to
be disturbed. Also, can you schedule a meeting with all the
vice-presidents today after lunch. Attendance is mandatory."
"Can do Mr. Appleton."
"Great."
"Is there anything else?" Lisa asked seductively. She pushed her chest
forward. Frank hadn't thought it possible. "Mr. Graves always liked to
have
"Er, not at the moment. Maybe after the meeting."
"Okay."
Frank wasn't sure how to feel about the offer as he sat down at his desk
so he decided to be wistful. If he had the time he certainly would have
liked to indulge in something, but a part of him pulled back. It was the
part of him that realized that he was still a man, even if his had been on him.
Frank had no delusions that his marriage was anything but over. He
couldn't live with Louise and the knowledge that she had don all those
things. He had to move on. But as long as they were legally Frank
wanted to keep the moral high ground, which meant no fucking around.
Besides, he had a lot to do before the meeting.
***
"Who does that little shit think he is?" Underwood raged. "Just because
Graves wanted to give the whore's husband the company doesn't mean he runs
it."
"Then why are you here?" Adams sighed.
"I want to tell him who's really in charge here."
"What, you?"
"Indeed."
From across the table Bridges snorted.
"Problem bridges?"
"We've all fucked his wife. What makes you so damn special?"
"If you'll recall I was the one who convinced her to become the company
whore. Before I came along she was just a secretary."
"That's as maybe, but how does that do us any good."
"We blackmail the little shit. Tell him that if he doesn't cooperate we
let the world know what kind of whore he's to."
"Really? I was kind of hoping that we wouldn't tell him. There's
nothing more fun than fucking your boss' behind his back."
"Don't be silly."
"What if he doesn't go for blackmail."
"He wouldn't risk it."
"Why not?"
"I know like Appleton. They'll give anything to keep their happy
little lives perfect."
At which point Appleton walked into the board room.
"Hello all, you're all probably wondering why I called you here. Long
story short, I've sold the company to a known front for a terrorist
organization so everyone here is probably going to be investigated by the
federal government. Hope no one's done anything illegal. As for me, I
made a pretty penny and get to fuck you all over like you fucked my wife.
Bye."
And with that Frank Appleton left the room leaving a dozen stunned
executives trying to figure out how to cover up a variety of white collar
crimes.
***
When he got home the moving vans were being loaded. He smiled, it
always felt good when things came together. He climbed out of his car and
approached the closest mover.
"How much longer until everything's packed up?"
"We're almost done, another twenty minutes or so?"
"Good, good. You've got the address to take everything to?"
"Yup."
"Good man." He gave the mover a ten dollar tip and went inside.
Louise was frantic.
"Frank what's going on? They said they had orders to pack up all the
kids' things."
"That's it? I thought I told them I wanted my office packed up too."
"Damn it Frank, what's going on?"
"Resettlement Louise. Resettlement."
"Frank. This doesn't have anything to do with me does it?"
"A little. Can't be helped."
"Look, I only fucked around because we needed the money. You were in
college and a secretary's salary wasn't cutting it. They gave me six
figures a year. High six figures."
Frank sighed. "You didn't have to fuck for the money."
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"That's fucked up Louise."
Now it was Louise's turn to sigh. "Whatever Frank. What happened to my
one o'clock? He didn't show up."
"He's probably busy trying to hide any evidence of criminal activity."
Louise did a double take and stared at her husband angrilly. "Damn it
Frank, you better not have screwed up a good thing! We need that money."
"We never needed the money. Not if it came from prostitution."
"Don't be stupid Frank, where do you think this house came from? Or the
cars? Do you think we could have afforded them on your salary?"
"I can't believe you're trying to defend this!" Frank shouted angrilly.
"Why not? It's not like I'm doing anything wrong."
"Are you fucking insane?! You're a whore, Louise! You sell your body
for money, and then you come home and try to pretend you're just a happy
little homemaker. That's fucked up! That's more than fucked up!"
"So what do you want me to do about it?"
"I want you to stop."
"I can't."
Frank sighed again. He didn't think she would, still he had to offer
her one last chance to prove she still respected him. He went to their
bedroom and packed anything he couldn't buy somewhere else into a suitcase.
"What do you think you're doing?" Louise asked.
"What does it look like? I'm leaving." Frank began rumaging through the
closet for the tie Peri had given him last Christmas.
"Where?" she aske worried.
"I bought a place in the country. Very nice, very big. There's even a
good school nearby for the kids."
"The kids? You're not taking them."
"Sure I am."
"You can't, they're not yours, they're mine!"
"Not really. My lawyers are having you declared as an unfit mother.
It's the whole prostitution thing."
"You don't have any lawyers."
"Louise, what part of filthy rich billionaire do you not understand?"
"I'll fight you."
"Go ahead. I've got billions at my disposal, you've got a bunch of
John's being investigated by the federal government." Frank stopped and
looked up from his searching. "Hey, I wonder if they'll see your
abnormally high salary and start investigating you too. Probably figure
out what you were doing and bust you on prostitution charges. Huh. That'd
be irony."
Frank went back to searching for his tie.
"Damn it Frank, you can't do this!"
He found the tie and put it in the suitcase. "Actually you'd be
surprised with what you can do with a few billion dollars. Let's say that
again, a few billion dollars. And while it skeeves me that you'll probably
get a few million of that in divorce court, I think I can live with it.
Besides, under the circumstances, I bet I can leave you with practically
nothing."
He shut the suitcase with a satisfying slam.
Louise grabbed his shoulder and spun him so that he faced her. She put
on her most seductive come hither look and smiled. "Listen Frank, you
don't need to go to all that trouble. I'm sure we can work things out.
After all, I'm quite flexible. In more ways than one."
Frank pulled his shoulder free. "Yeah, I'm sure we can't. Somehow the
fact that my is a lying whore ruins the mood."
And with that Frank went to pick up the kids.
END ------------------------- Author's note:
See what did I tell you? Craperific. I refuse to even give this a real
title, it shall forever be known as "The Jet Lag Story."
Countdown until I stop writing these things (I really mean it this
time): 5
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