The Trophy Case

I don’t think I’m any different than my neighbors or in fact the average Joe. Just like them I have my little perversions that help make the day worth starting. My little perversion, well sickness, really takes a lot of preparation. Since I was a kid I have had the knack of taking almost any situation and manipulating it to my best interest. I find it most fulfilling to manipulate one of mans most sacred of bonds. It could be the excitement of the scheme, or the whole secrecy thing. Nah, not really… For me its being in control and forcing people into making decisions that they normally wouldn’t make, and once they do its about testing their limits and seeing how far I can take it.

Unfortunately for the average person, this takes the root of all evil, money. Yeah, I started with a relatively large inheritance but I turned that into a lucrative investment firm in the city. Within the small circle of my influence, everyone that knows me or heard of me wants to work for me. My employees are an extension of me, I treat them generously and in return they work long and hard. My standards are high and it takes time for me to find the right people to fill positions. You would think it would be knowledge or experience, but my interest lies elsewhere. It takes a little cunningness but you’re hired based on the attractiveness of your significant other. See, my perversion is turning pretty, happily married women into my own personal pet. This process is truly time consuming and grueling but in the end very pleasurable if done right, a trophy if you would.

The game (I approach it that way because its fun) starts with the interview process, normally I personally interview for the high-end account managers where the higher salary is a life changer. The selected candidates must be male, young and attractive of course. Normally it’s very easy for me to strike up a conversation about families and if their wife’s are hotties, they don’t mind to brag about it. The job itself, come second. Actually the less intelligent they are the better; I’ll groom them to be moneymakers anyway.

Mark has been with us for about six months, he replaced a senior account manager after he got fired for mismanaging assets. In reality, I was getting bored with his wife, not to mention she got pregnant and wouldn’t abort. Like with all my pets, they do not dare come after me. Our relationships are secret and if I were to be exposed, they would be as well. You can call it blackmail, but I call it an understanding not to mention it helps that I keep all our sessions on video.

This morning Mark received a phone call from an agent from the FCC informing him that he’s under investigation for fraud and extortion. The charges are bogus, I know that, but for Mark he’s in a panic. I was watching him on video from my office a floor above his. Ease dropping on the phone call, listening to the panic in his voice as he responds to the agent telling him that if he’s convicted he can face up to 20 years behind bars. I owe my friend Tom a round of drinks for his conviction in this little prank.

Then Mark does what every good husband would do in a good marriage, communicate his concerns to his wife. This takes me back to where I am now, at Marks front door.
A few knocks later and his beautiful wife Amber opened the door.
“Hi Mr. Grady, Marks not here. He’s at work, is everything okay?”
She was absolutely stunning. She had the most beautiful auburn hair tightly pinned in a ponytail. Her emerald green eyes popped from the dark makeup she was wearing. When she smiled, she had perfect white teeth. She was wearing an orange tube dress with platform sandals. From what I can tell she was at least a c-cup and with white silky skin on a 5’5″ frame.
“I’m sure Mark told you about the FCC investigation, right?” I know he did.
“Yes, I don’t know what we are going to do. He can be put in jail for 20 years! It has to be a misunderstanding.” She said.
“That’s why I’m here, I think I can help but its going to be very costly.” I added.
“Please, we’ll do whatever you want if you can help us.”
She invited me in, as I passed her the smell of her perfume was intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as the words that came out of her mouth. I made my way to the couch in the living room, making myself comfortable. She walked passed me sitting down in a chair across the room. Her legs were fit, like she lived at the gym. I watched her like an adolescent teen hoping to get a peak of her ass before she sat.
“Great! That’s why I’m here. If we can work something out, there’s a good chance that Mark won’t see a minute of jail time. I have a team of lawyers I know that specialize in these type investigations. It takes time though, it can take up to 3 years…. Even with their discounted rate it can get up to the millions”
“Millions… We can’t afford that.”
“I know, Amber. Its hard but what is his freedom worth?”
“I don’t know of any bank that would lend us that type of money”
“I have a better suggestion, my firm can absorb the fees but only if you make your services available to me whenever, wherever and whatever I want.”
I figure the boldest approach is best. No real guessing games involved. The incarceration of Madoff was still fresh in the papers.
“What do you mean, services?”
What a typical response, she knows the answer.
“You know exactly what I mean.” I said smugly
She started to object when I cut her off.
“Listen, your husband’s freedom should be worth more than a couple sexual acts. Amber, its okay if you don’t want to accept my offer. But, I’m going to warn you. If you don’t accept, I’m going to do everything in my power to get him convicted. If I allow them to search my database, they may find some incriminating evidence whether it’s real or not.”
She was absolutely stunned. She stood speechless, mouth agape, for what seemed to be an eternity.
“My offer expires when I leave.”
I got up and headed towards the door. Was she going to call my bluff? I turned the knob, not looking back. Open the door and was about to push my way out of the screen door.
“WAIT!” she yelled with a crack in her voice
“For how long?”
She was mine. I felt my prick grow in my pants.
“As long as it takes for the case to end. Could be a month, or it could be longer. So what do you say?”
“Uh… okay.” She stammered through her response.

CHAPTER 1

I approached my new pet, she was terrified. I gently secured her chin with my hand,
“Then we have a mutual agreement. I will keep your husband out of jail and pay for all the legal expenses and in return you will service me in any way I want?”
“….YaYes, if you kakeep my husband out of jail and I’ll do whatever you want” she replied looking away.
“Look at me, do we have an agreement?”
With tears in her eyes she again committed to the agreement.

It had to be around ten in the morning, I took the rest of the day off in lieu of closing this deal. I took my suit jacket and tie off and tossed it on the couch.