By the time his mother did the laundry and dropped her pantyhose and panties into a lingerie washing bag his semen would have dried and as he had ejaculated into the reinforced toe, the stain would not be noticeable. Brendan flushed the toilet and went back into the bedroom and looked up at the top of the armoire where his 8mm minicam was hidden amongst the dust-collectors that Susan had accumulated over the years. It was motion activated and linked by Bluetooth to the computer in his bedroom. He waved at the camera stupidly before making a final check that the bedclothes were smooth and everything was how he found it and then he left the room.
*****
Veronica Montclair’s Volvo was already parked in her space when Susan parked her Prius beside it. Susan’s sister had arrived at work before her but this was not unusual. The office of the Women’s Savings Bank was unpretentiously located in a strip mall downtown just outside the city. It was very nice strip mall but a strip mall none the less which reflected the bank’s maxim of maximising the bank’s profits for the benefits of its benefactors and the needy women it served. Profits were split equally between the investors and those women who desperately needed affordable housing and assisted living.
Susan’s heels click-clacked on the concrete parking lot as she walked purposely towards the office. She stopped suddenly when she saw a black Mercedes parked in one of the visitor’s car parks. The car belonged to Vlad Holstein and that did not bode well. Vlad had never visited the women’s only charity office before; business with him was always conducted off premises.
The Women’s Savings Bank accepted deposits only from women and prided itself on being a women-only financial institution that helped other women. In the days when #Me Too and women’s empowerment were de rigueur, women of substance were flocking to invest in organisations such as this.
The bank told depositors that it worked with a registered charitable organisation charity that wanted to help women of modest means. The bank promised a very high interest rate on deposits and financial security on money invested. In fact there was no such charity and The Women’s Savings Bank relied on new deposits to pay the interest on older ones. It was for all intents and purposes a Ponzi scheme with Susan and Veronica skimming the cream.
Susana and Veronica’s scheme had worked perfectly until the markets became volatile when some of their biggest depositors wanted to pull out their investments. Susan and Veronica had scrambled to pay them out with their accrued interest in order to convince the other investors that their money was safe and secure.
That was when they had no choice but to approach the likes of Vlad Holstein and take out a loan. Vlad Holstein presented as a handsome, astute businessman who wore fashion label suits and cruised the edges of high society like a shark looking for prey. The women knew that Vlad was the frontman for some very shady people but needs must when the Devil drives.
The offices of The Women’s Savings Bank consisted of a reception area, a small conference room, an office each for Susan and Veronica and a small kitchenette. It was tastefully furnished but not extravagant, reflecting frugality not austerity. This was also reflected in cars the sisters drove, the clothes they wore, and the houses they lived in. The women did not display their hidden wealth.
Susan entered the offices and closed and locked the front door behind her. If they were doing business with Vlad Holstein it was best they not be seen to be doing so by the bank’s investors. She could hear a muffled conversation coming from Veronica’s office and she went straight there.
Veronica was pacing the floor of her office wearing a furrow in the carpet with her spiky high heels. She too had a disposition for tight-fitting, short-skirted power suits, big hair and heavy makeup. She wore so much costume jewellery that it rattled as she paced back and forth. Her blonde hair was teased out, her blouse buttoned low, her legs clad in shimmering hosiery and her heels were four inches: think Fran Drescher circa The Nanny only with blonde hair.
Vlad was sitting behind Veronica’s desk, feet on the desktop and his hands behind his head exhibiting a classic power pose.
“Ah! And we are joined by the lovely Susan. I was just explaining to your sister here that the people I represent are a little disappointed in the returns on their investments,” Vlad’s eyes openly roaming over Susan’s body with the ‘male gaze’.
“And I’m sure Veronica has explained to you that we will soon be providing the people you represent with balloon payments to catch up on the overdue returns. As you know we went through some difficult times and that is why we came to you for help in the first place but now things are returning to normal,” Susan explained sweetly but Veronica still looked worried.
Vlad got out of his chair and came around the front of the desk.
“Oh, well I see. That’s all you had to say. Things are looking up. Things are hunky dory. We are entering the days of wine and roses,” Vlad smiled at them both.
Both Susan and Veronica nodded their heads vigorously.
“Well in that case I will scurry away and tell my superiors not to worry,” Vlad’s smile became a sarcastic grin.
“But would you mind if I spoke to your sister alone? I know that she is younger than you but I have a better rapport with her,” Vlad put his hand in the small of Veronica’s back and guided her to the door.
“But this ismy office,” Veronica squeaked.
Vlad just eased Veronica out of the door and clicked the lock. Susan felt a shiver run down her back.
“Look Vlad I…” Susan was about to speak when Vlad pushed her against the wall.
“You make a sound and I will bring your sister in and make her watch,” Vlad hissed as he wrenched open Susan’s blouse.
He pressed his face to hers and began to kiss her whilst his hands pawed her breasts, squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. To Susan’s shame her nipples hardened and rings of pleasure radiated from them as Vlad’s tongue jittered in her mouth. He was a handsome man with a lean, muscled body and in different circumstances she may have been a willing participant but Vlad didn’t give her the option.
Vlad broke the kiss and dragged Susan over to Veronica’s desk by her hair and bent her over it, pinning her to it with the weight of his body while he fumbled with his flies.
Susan wanted to scream but she knew the consequences. She felt Vlad’s hard cock rubbing on her thighs and god help her, her moist cunny began to become fully wet.
“Please don’t Vlad,” Susan begged as Vlad stroked her vulva through her panties and pantyhose.
He could feel the heat of it, the moisture soaking through the layers of spandex and nylon. He rubbed his cock on her crack and enjoyed the feel of the silky fabric on his manhood. Susan felt the shape of Vlad’s cock through her panties, it nestled in the crease of her labia and pressed on her aching clitoris and she bit down to stifle a groan.
Vlad eased aside the gusset of her panties and tore a little hole in her pantyhose and slid his cock all the way inside her. It slid into her easily, her vagina slick with secretions. He quickly unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to fall around his ankles.
“Oh my!” Susan yelped; a cry that was half distress and half delight.
Vlad fucked her hard, her cunt clinging to his hard cock, her labia dripping with vaginal secretions. He grinned. The bitch liked it! He lifted her off the desk and mauled her tits while he slammed his cock in and out of her tight clunge, her big ass sheathed in the slinky pantyhose felt delightful against his thighs as he fucked her from behind.
Susan had not had sex for so long she had forgotten how wonderful it felt and she was quivering with delight as Vlad’s cock opened her tight slick vagina, pressed on her g-spot and rubbed her clitoris, creating waves of rapture that coursed through her body.
She bit her lip to suppress a scream as she orgasmed when she felt Vlad’s cock bloat and quiver as he ejaculated deep inside her cunt. She began to shake and shimmy with the force of it and Vlad smiled as he felt her cunt milk his cock of every drop of his spend.
When he had finished coming he pushed her off him and she fell against the desk, hanging on to it for support. She was gasping and moaning and maybe even crying a little but Vlad didn’t care. He stood close behind her, inhaling her perfume and the scent of her sex. He caught a tail of Susan’s blouse and wiped his cock on it and then pulled up his pants and zipped.
He leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
“I can do anything I want to you two bitches any time I want. Get me my fucking money!” he hissed.
Veronica could smell the sex as soon as she came back in her office. Susan was tucking in her blouse, her lipstick was smeared and her clothing dishevelled. Veronica looked away while Susan straightened her skirt, blouse and jacket.
“What did he do to you Susan?” Veronica whispered.
“Nothing I can’t handle. We need to get him his money,” Susan changed the subject.
“I have to see clients all day today and I have the women’s rights fund-raiser to attend this afternoon,” Veronica went around to her desk and fished her cigarettes from the drawer.
“Come to my place for dinner tonight and we’ll talk it over. Maybe it’s time to blow,” Susan took a cigarette from her sister and they walked together through the kitchenette and out into the side alley to smoke.
“Don’t you think Vlad won’t find us if we take the money and run? Besides you have Brendan,” Veronica said through a plume of smoke.
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