Being able to say that you were an assistant vice-president of one of Chicago's biggest banks was the type of thing that sounded good at cocktail parties, but it didn't mean a helluva lot. First Union Bank handed out the assistant V-P titles for just two reasons – to give the younger men the impression that they were on their way to the top and to give the relics who were about to retire one last shot at a little prestige.
Brad Tomlin didn't like being fooled about his career and he sure as hell wasn't ready to retire. He'd had the title of assistant vice-president in the commercial loan division for almost two years now, and he knew he had to make his move soon or get lost in the shuffle forever. A series of promotions had just been announced by First Union, and Brad's name wasn't on the list.
"Brad, my boy, you've got to be patient. First Union likes to let a man age a little. Like good wine." Gordon Hawkins put his hand on Brad's shoulder in his phony, blue-nosed way. Hawkins was Brad's boss. A man in his early fifties, Hawkins came from one of Chicago's better families. He had been working at the bank ever since he flunked out of college thirty years before.
The fact that Hawkins had been tossed out of a top Eastern school was known only a few people at the bank. In fact, it was only because of an odd string of events that Brad possessed this and several other well-guarded secrets about Hawkins' life.
Brad's contempt for Hawkins grew as the older man prattled on about the tradition and honor that went with a career at First Union. Bullshit, Brad thought. Everybody in the organization had gotten to the top by puffing strings.
But then as Brad fumed silently to himself while suppressing the urge to plant his fist squarely in Hawkins' puny face, something bolted through his mind. If the way to get to the top in this business is by pulling strings, why in the hell didn't he start pulling a few on his own?
As Brad pretended to accept Hawkins assurance of getting his chance "in due course", and went back to his own office, his mind began to tackle the real problem. Brad suddenly realized that hard work and top performance at his job had gotten him as far as they could. Now he was going to have to change his game plan.
Brad wasn't quite sure why, but the fact that Hawkins had been thrown out of college three decades ago seemed important. As he turned the bit of information over and over in his mind, Brad tried to recall who had told it to him. Then he remembered. It was Toni Adams, Hawkins' secretary. She had casually dropped a comment about it to Brad, one day when she had been particularly upset by something Hawkins had given her to do. Hawkins had forced her to work late on an evening when she had a big date or something like that, Brad seemed to recall.
If Toni Adams knew this one shred of information about Hawkins' past, what else did she know? Just as importantly, how did she find it out? Brad decided to get the answers to both questions.
Toni Adams had accepted Brad's offer to buy her a drink after work without a moment's hesitation, but as they worked their way through their second martini, she seemed to grow sullen.
"So I have the privilege of being hustled by the great Brad Tomlin, Man On His Way Up," Toni said sarcastically. "To what do I owe this distinct honor? Your wife running around on you or something?"
Toni was a skinny little broad with almost no figure at all. She had a plain-looking face. She had absolutely no sex appeal, and if there was anybody in the world that Brad didn't intend to hustle, it was Toni.
Brad almost laughed when she said it. The idea of jumping into bed with Toni had a comic aspect about it. He was about to assure her that this was the farthest thing from his mind when he stopped himself. If he let her know that she turned him off, it might hurt her ego and then she'd get mad at him. That way, he'd get nowhere in his quest for information on Hawkins.
"You never can tell what a man's thinking," Brad replied instead. He hoped he could lead her on.
"What do you mean by that?" she came back at him as the bartender brought them their third martini.
"Oh, nothing in particular. It just occurred to me that maybe you were being careful because of, well, you know, there are a lot of guys at the bank who like to play around a little."
"Oh, yeah? Like who for instance? What makes you think I do any messin' around with men at the bank?" She wasn't exactly slurring her words yet but Brad could tell she was no match for the martinis he was pouring down her throat.
Pretending that she had caught him off guard, Brad hesitated a moment. Then as though he were groping for words, he said, "Oh, Hawkins for instance. You know the old boss and secretary line."
"I wouldn't go near that dirty son of a bitch!" She had almost shouted and Brad noticed several people turn to look. He gestured for her to keep it down, but that only made her angry.
"Don't tell me to keep it quiet. If you knew what that bastard did, you'd be pissed off, too. That is, unless you're as dirty a bastard as he is."
Brad had never heard Toni curse before, and the fact that she was calling Hawkins a dirty bastard meant that she was about to open up. Brad hoped she possessed some worthwhile information.
"What the hell have you got against Hawkins?" Brad knew she was too contrary a broad to talk if he asked her direct questions. He decided to argue with her a little and get her to prove her point. "Hawkins has always treated you great, it seems to me."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" She was growing angrier and more intense by the minute. She leaned close to Brad and grabbed his arm. She was really getting worked up. "I'll tell you what a creep that Goddamn Hawkins is."
Toni began her verbal assault on Hawkins by relating how her boss had picked her up at an office Christmas party a couple of years earlier. Everybody was pretty drunk and Hawkins suggested they go to a hotel. It turned, out that he had already reserved a room earlier in the day. He bought a couple of bottles of champagne and they went up to the room.
Toni and Hawkins had taken their clothes off and were in bed when the door opened.
"The first thing I thought of was a cop or his wife or something like that," she said as she took another sip of her martini. "But then this chick walks into the room. She's about twenty-five, and I knew damn well it wasn't his wife. She looks at us for a minute and sort of shrugs. Then she starts taking off her clothes and jumps into bed with us."
"I was too shocked to say or do anything at first, and then I realized what was going on. I started to holler and scream and I got the hell out of bed. Hawkins tries to quiet me down and toil me how the three of us can really have a great time."
"All the time this chick, this Goddamn whore, was just sitting there as though nothing was going on. Anyway, the more Hawkins talked the more upset I got, and I guess he finally knew that the whole deal was down the drain. He gave the girl some money and she left."
"After she left, I got dressed and was going to leave when I started to cry… I mean I really bawled. I couldn't stop. It was terrible. I must have sobbed for half an hour. Finally I sort of calmed down, and Hawkins just starts talking. He tells me how sorry he is and all that."
"Then he goes into this big thing about being such a lonely man and how his wife hasn't slept with him in years. He just keeps going on and on about how he has to hire call girls and so on. He made me so sick I could have puked. I just looked at him and then walked out."
Brad was glad that Toni was finished toiling her stow, because the liquor was beginning to get to her pretty good. She stumbled several times as he helped her out of the bar and into his car. She was asleep when he got her to her apartment. He had to open her purse and look at her driver's license to find out where she lived. She hardly woke up as he led her into the apartment and carried her to the bed.
He wondered if she would remember telling him about her episode with Hawkins. Brad was happy that she hadn't gotten drunk any faster. She would probably regret having told her story, and his chances for any additional tidbits about Hawkins' past were slim. But that was fine. Brad had all of the information he needed. Now all he had to do was use it.
As Brad recounted Hawkins' sexual misadventure to Sheila that night, a scheme began to build in her mind. She was only half listening as Brad said that he had been trying to think of a way of getting one of Hawkins' call girl friends to help out in his effort to get ahead at the bank.
But while Brad was struggling with the question of how to use his knowledge to Hawkins' secret sex life to put pressure an him for a promotion, things were beginning to add up for Sheila. If Hawkins were as starved for sex as it seemed, things ought to be easy, and fun, Sheila mused.
She saw her chance to add something new to her sex life, and it excited her immediately. She and Brad had swapped partners with several different couples since that first time with Jon and Carol, and she loved it. But now she began to see how she could use her body to get Brad his promotion at the bank. She was turned on by the sheer wantonness of her idea, but again she wondered whether Brad would go for it.
Brad didn't mind her fucking other men. In fact, she knew that he enjoyed it when she told him the details of her sexual encounters that had taken place during their swinging. That was one of the great things about swinging. They both enjoyed hearing the other tell about their experiences.
"I just wish I could figure a way to put the pressure on Hawkins for that promotion," Brad was saying. "All he would have to do is write one Goddamn memo to the board of directors and I'd get that vice-president spot." Brad loosened his tie and leaned back cm the sofa in exasperation. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
"Cool it, honey," Sheila soothed him. "I've got it all figured out. It'll be easy. That is if you don't mind a little swinging with a new twist to it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Brad demanded. "What has swinging got to do with Hawkins and the bank?"
"All you have to do is put two and two together," Sheila retorted. "I would think a big shot banker like you could do that without any trouble. Okay, so you want to get, something on Hawkins so you can force him to get you the promotion. You know he's not getting any sex at home and has to look for it. Right? But you don't know the names of any of his call girls, and you don't know how you'd get them on your side if you did find them. So who's already on your side? Me. That's who."
"You? What do you mean?" Brad thought he knew, but he couldn't believe it.
"Yes, me. In fact, I'm the only one who could really pull it off. What would ruin Hawkins at the bank? A call girl trying to make trouble? Of course not. Those big phonies all have their fun on the side. They've probably paid off dozens of call girls to keep them quiet, and they know how to protect each other. But what if a scandal about Hawkins and the wife of one of the bank's bright young men got out into the open? He'd be through. Not only at the bank but in his damn blue-nosed social circles, too."
Brad was amazed. Not only that Sheila would offer to fuck his boss, but that she understood just how to handle the situation and how to put Hawkins into a position where he would have no choice. Rut there was just one thing. Swinging was fun. Somebody made it with your wife and you made it with theirs. This would be different. Sheila would be fucking Hawkins. Not for fun, but for a purpose. It was almost as though she'd be doing it for money.
"I don't like it," Brad said finally. "It's no good."
"What's no good? The idea of me and Hawkins? Listen, I can handle him in five minutes. It'll be over before he knows what happened."
Brad was silent for several minutes. Sheila just let him think it out. She knew he would have to sell himself on the idea. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk him into it. Slowly, the scheme began to appeal to him. If his wife were willing to use her body to help him out, why not? The power he would have over Hawkins fascinated him. Then a sly smile came to his lips.
"You think you could pull it off?" Brad said at last.
Together, they devised a plan where Sheila would bump into Hawkins at a bar near the bank. The "accidental" meeting would take place in one of Hawkins' favorite hangouts. Sheila would pretend to be waiting for Brad to take her to dinner. But an unforeseen problem in a big customer's account would force Brad to work late. He would phone her at the bar and tell her to take a cab home. If Hawkins went for the bait, he'd buy her a drink and give her a lift home. The rest would be a snap.
Sheila's long black hair brushed against her shoulders as she sat alone at the bar a few nights later. She swirled the ice around in the drink in front of her. It was a little after five o'clock and she was beginning to think that Hawkins might not show up. Although it was fairly dark in the bar, she could feel the men looking at her.
Her low-cut dress afforded a good view of the bulging flesh of her tits as they poked out of the deep vee that plunged between them. Her skirt was short. Short enough so that more than half of her sleek thighs were exposed as she sat on the barstool with her legs crossed. She felt really sexy. She liked having the men stare at her. Getting all dolled up in a sexy outfit was more than enough to turn her on.
She was about to order another drink when she heard a somewhat familiar voice behind her and a hand on her naked shoulder.
"Sheila Tomlin! What are you doing here?" She turned and saw Hawkins' pale face and his pasted-on smile. His hand felt cold against her skin.
"Oh, Mr. Hawkins!" She pretended to be surprised. "I'm waiting for Brad. He's taking me out to dinner."
"Splendid mind if I join you for a drink?" Hawkins sat down next to her without waiting for a reply and ordered a martini for himself and another Scotch and soda for Sheila.
They made small talk for a while, and then the bartender came over.
"Are you Mrs. Tomlin?" he asked. Sheila nodded. "Phone call for you. You can take it over there," he said, motioning toward the end of the bar.
"Thank you," Sheila said. "Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It must be Brad."
When Sheila hung up the phone and came back to where she had been sitting she had a disappointed look on her face.
"Bad news. I've been stood up. Brad has to work late. Some special deal or something. Looks like I'll have to take a cab home."
"Oh, my dear, that's too bad," Hawkins whined in his nasal tone.
Then Sheila saw her scheme begin to work. Hawkins offered to buy her another drink, and then another, and soon he was telling her to call him Gordon and offering to give her a ride, home. She knew he probably wouldn't have the guts to make a move for her under normal circumstances, so she pretended that she was getting a little drunk.
Soon she felt Hawkins' clammy hand resting lightly on her knee. He was taking the bait. All she had to do was spring the trap.
"Really, Mr. Haw… I mean Gordon, I'd better be getting home." She smiled at him. It was still early, but she wanted him to work for it. That way he would be made to feel that he had seduced a young lady that had had too much to drink.
A short time later they left the bar. They got into Hawkins' car and headed for her place, but he insisted on stopping off at another bar for a couple more drinks. As Sheila realized that he was really intent on getting her drunk before he made his move, her contempt for Hawkins grew.
But she went along with him and put on an act that would have gotten her an Oscar if it had been on film. As they left the second by, she began to giggle like a schoolgirl at something Hawkins said. She deliberately stumbled and let the clumsy Hawkins catch her. His arm went around her and he stole a quick feel of her left tit as he helped her regain her balance. In the car she leaned back against the headrest and started to hum softly, as though she had lost all of her inhibitions and was ready to go along with anything, that was suggested.
Hawkins eyed her like a bird of prey. He was convinced that she was drunk, and this gave him the courage to try to seduce her. When Hawkins got her home, she fumbled with her key in the door, and he helped her with it. He came in without being invited. Sheila kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch.
"Oh, I'm so sleepy," she murmured softly as she leaned back. She let her short skirt come almost all of the way up her thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting Hawkins think she was too far gone to know that her legs were entirely uncovered.
She felt Hawkins staring at her naked legs. The feel of his eyes on her bare skin gave her a sadistic sense of excitement and power. Sheila opened her eyes and smiled at Hawkins as he sat down next to her. His arm went around her bare shoulders, and he pulled her close to him. She didn't resist. She knew he was a coward, and she didn't want to frighten him off.
Then she felt his thin lips on hers. She sat motionless as he kissed her neck and shoulders. In a few minutes, he got bold enough to fondle her tits, and she felt him squeezing and feeling her shimmering boobs through the material of her dress. She put one arm around his neck and began to breathe a little heavily, pretending that he was turning her on.
That was all the old fart needed. He put his hand inside her dress and felt her naked tits. He was slobbering kisses on her lips. Kisses which she returned as though she were only half-conscious. He gripped her boobs as though they were rubber balls and he was trying to squeeze the air out of them. No wonder he had to pay for his fucks, Sheila thought.
When Hawkins unzipped her dress and began to pull it down, Sheila decided she had let him get far enough without protesting. She was naked to the waist when she began to push him away.
"No, no, you mustn't," she muttered a she began to reach for the top of her dress.
But Hawkins was past the point of stopping. She could tell that by the big bulge in his pants. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her against the back of the couch. She moved her head from side to side as he devoured her naked tits with his fumbling mouth. She went limp, making him think she was defenseless against his onslaught.
She protested again when he pulled her dress down over her legs, leaving her clad only in her pantyhose and brief panties. She hoped her pantyhose wouldn't rip when he pulled it off. She thought of removing it herself, but decided that such an action might ruin her story of being half-raped by the puny banker.
Hawkins fumbled around with the top of her pantyhose, trying to pull it off. Sheila laughed to herself as he tore at them and finally succeeded in tugging them down over her legs. Then she arched her hips just a little to make it easier for him to get her panties off. As the realization that she was totally nude hit her, Sheila got a wanton thrill. She felt a shudder run through her lower body and was surprised to find that the weird scene was turning her on.
Hawkins stared at her like a horny kid who was about to lose his virginity as he hastened to remove his own clothes. Sheila sat motionless, watching him. When he got his shorts off, she was amazed to see the size and hardness of his cock. It was much bigger than she had imagined, and suddenly she was eagerly awaiting the feel of his stiff prick in her cunt. But she controlled her eagerness and only moaned slightly when he began slobbering wet kisses over her naked skin. He chewed on her tits for a while as he fingered her cuntlips. His hands were shaky and cold, but yet the feel of his touch turned her on. It was like she were allowing herself to be raped, and it gave her a thrill that caused her cunt to chum with excitement.
Finally Hawkins dragged her to the floor. She had to fight with herself to keep from panting out loud as he kissed her inner thighs and then began slurping at her cunt. Sheila couldn't believe it. The puny, sexless-looking banker was really turning her on. She tried to understand why, and finally decided that it was the sheer perversity of the whole scene. It was the idea of letting the unattractive man ravage her body that thrilled her.
Sheila felt her cunt begin to spasm as Hawkins pressed his tongue between her wet pussylips and found her cunt. The little bud of flesh throbbed under his touch. Sheila was fighting to hold herself back, but the lust within her body couldn't be controlled. She knew she was going to come with Hawkins, even though she had promised herself that she wouldn't. She had heard that whores have to fake orgasms with their customers, but she wondered why they had to. If a scrawny old man like Hawkins could make her come, then anybody could.
Then she knew it wag really going to happen. Hawkins was really going to fuck her. Right there on her own living room floor. His cock was probing the juicy entrance to her cunt. Her cuntlips parted as the tip of his rigid rod eased into her body. Hawkins stroked her pink cunt walls slowly at first. Sheila wanted to wrap her naked legs around his thin body and buck her hips upward to meet him, but she didn't want to let him know how horny she was.
Hawkins' pummeling of her body caused her rubbery asscheeks to grind against the soft, thick carpeting. She spread her legs and opened her asscheeks to let the furry carpeting brush against her asshole with each lunge of Hawkins' body. His rampaging cock was sending lustful currents of raw heat through her. He had been fucking her for several minutes, but he showed no signs of coming. Again and again he jabbed his cock into her to the hilt. Her cunt walls were becoming raw from the constant friction. She thought he was never going to come.
Each time he embedded his cock deep within her, she felt her cunt walls convulse. She wanted to turn loose the orgasm that was locked within her, but she forced herself to hold back. At last, Hawkins began to pant and groan like an animal. Harder and harder he fucked her until she was afraid he might have a heart attack. He was gasping for air and his eyes looked wild. What if the bastard conked out right on top of her? Sheila wondered. The thought terrified her.
But just as she had convinced herself that something terrible was going to happen, Hawkins shot his load into her waiting cunt. She bucked her hips upward to meet him just once, letting her orgasm erupt within her body and quench the flame that burned with perverse lust.
Hawkins collapsed. He rested on top of her for a moment and then got up and dressed.
Sheila jumped up and pretended to be ashamed of her nakedness. She grabbed a coat from the hall closet and threw it on. She faked a few tears and mumbled something about having too much to drink and "feeling just terrible" about what had happened. She wanted to make sure that Hawkins left with plenty of guilt feelings.
He just stood there for several minutes without saying anything. He tried to put his arm around her while she sobbed softly, but she wouldn't let him touch her. Seeing there was nothing he could do or say, he quietly opened the door and left.
Sheila smiled wickedly to herself as she peeked through the curtains and saw him plod out to his car and drive away. She hung her coat up in the closet and gathered up her clothes from the couch. Moments later she was standing nude under the warm spray of the shower.
Everything had gone perfectly, Sheila decided. She had lured Hawkins into a situation that was half seduction and half rape. Hawkins was now cast in the role of a boss who had taken sexual advantage of the inebriated wife of one of his subordinates. She had done her part, now the rest was up to Brad.
There had only been one surprise. That was herself. She was shocked at the immense pleasure she got from leading Hawkins on and then letting him paw over her naked body. It had been strange, but she had loved it. He was the worst lover she had ever been with, yet she had enjoyed every moment of it.
She was standing naked in front of the minor brushing her hair when she beard Brad's key in the door. She grabbed a shortie robe and hurried to meet him. The robe was still open as she threw her arms around him and they kissed. She didn't bother to tie the robe as she stepped back from his embrace. She wanted him to see her nakedness.
"Well, how did it go?" Brad asked impatiently. He still wasn't used to the idea of Sheila using her body for anything but fun.
"Just like clockwork. He picked me up in the bar and tried to get me drunk. I let him think I was getting smashed and he put the make on me. I more or less let him rape me."
She told Brad everything that had happened. Every detail. Including how long it had taken Hawkins to reach a climax. She debated with herself on whether to tell Brad about the perverse sense of pleasure she had gotten from the whole scene. But why not? she thought. She told him how she had held back her orgasm to wait for Hawkins and how being naked in front of the aging banker had turned her on.
Brad looked at the naked front of her body as she talked. She really was a sex object, he realized. She liked sitting around naked, talking about fucking. Her lifter frankness and candor about sex appealed to him. She knew she was exciting him, and so she reached over and unzipped his fly. His half-hard cock straightened to a full hard-on under her touch.
Without any preliminaries, she encircled the head of his cock with her red lips and began sucking. Her tongue bathed the smooth head of his stiff prick while her lips sucked harder and harder. She moved the skin of his prick up and down his shaft while she worked on the head with her mouth.
Deeper and deeper she sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. His balls bulged as they prepared to unleash their load. His prick felt hot within her mouth. She loved the taste of his cock as she slid her tongue over it again and again.
Brad's cock throbbed violently as he erupted within her mouth and filled it with his white cum. She tasted the sticky jism as it splashed over her tongue and trickled down her throat. She sucked him harder and drank every last drop of his hot cum.
It was precisely ten o'clock the next morning when Brad Tomlin opened the door of Gordon Hawkins' office and strode into the room. He had wanted to catch Hawkins' off guard and the startled look on the older man's face told Brad that he had done it. Brad could see that Hawkins was expecting a showdown. He stuttered, hardly able to get out an audible "good morning" as Brad sat down in the chair in front of Hawkins' desk.
But Brad had guessed that Hawkins would be fearing a head-on confrontation, and so he had devised another plan. Instead of even mentioning the previous night's fuck scene, Brad immediately launched into a long discussion of the problems of the audit that he had been working on. Brad watched Hawkins closely and could tell that the older man was hardly listening. He was visibly shaken by Brad's presence.
Brad kept up his explanation of the complexities of the audit for almost half an hour. Hawkins would nod his head or mumble agreement whenever Brad asked for a response or opinion an a particular point, but he knew that the banker was preoccupied with the events of the previous evening.
Brad concluded at last and then smiled confidently at Hawkins. "Yes sir, I think we've got the problem just about solved."
"Uh, fine, fine," Hawkins replied absentmindedly.
"Oh, by the way, sir, I want to thank you for taking care of my stranded wife last night. Very thoughtful of you."
Hawkins paled. He started to cough. He tried to speak, but he could only nod his head.
"It was unfortunate that I had to stand Sheila up last night," Brad added. "It's also unfortunate that she can't hold her liquor. She just loses all her inhibitions. Lets her defenses down. Then the next day she's sorry about what's happened. She wants to confess everything to everybody involved. I try to be understanding, but it's difficult sometimes."
Hawkins grew paler. He was trembling. He realized that Brad knew everything. Brad could ruin him and he knew it.
"It's a shame the way some people take advantage of a girl," Brad went on. He pretended that his remarks were not directed at Hawkins but instead at some unknown villain. Brad didn't have to hit him over, the head with it. The frail banker got the message.
Brad got up to leave. He walked across the room and paused with his hand on the doorknob. He turned, facing Hawkins.
"I've been thinking about the promotion. You know, to full vice-president. After I complete this audit, perhaps you could use the occasion to write a memo to the board of directors recommending me for a move upstairs."
Hawkins nodded meekly as Brad closed the door firmly behind him.