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Favor Wanted: I need a man to peg. Send me your husband. I’ll send him back a little stretched. Seattle area Sept 17. $200. Garter, panties, and stockings, +$50. Chastity cage, + $25. “Your girl is innovating, Cath.” “Yup. Wil makes a little side money now servicing sisters who travel. But Mindy’s job is carrying her to Seattle a lot. She gets kind of aggressive when she’s on her period, so she dresses like a man and…” “Two hundred dollars seems a little cheap.” “I guess many sisters don’t want to believe that their husband could be worth more as a gift than any woman is, so they accept less for him. Mindy says it helps keep the men in their place. But I’m seeing more ads like hers, little brothers offered or wanted. I’m even thinking of renting a stud myself.” “You, Cath?” “We are getting older, Ky, and not many sisters are looking to send me as a gift. And it would be worth something to get just what I want when I’m on the road for my day job. I have a lot of business travel coming up soon, and when it isn’t to Chicago or Denver, it’s either toys or find a stud. Gabe’s grooming me for the next management slot, so I’m visiting a lot of podunk towns. He’s making noises about retiring when I can take the helm in a few years.” “He won’t be retiring. He’ll be jumping ship. We need him in a DOW 30.” “Wow! That will be quite a leap.” “Two to three years.” “That will work out well for me. I don’t really see myself helping the sisterhood much without being in my job. And with Dan and me both in CEO slots by the time the twins are in college, there’s bound to be some opportunity for the sisterhood to gain more from us.” “Looks like Bethany’s on her way to the altar.” “Yup, she’s in seventh heaven. What will we do with her when she’s got a red card?” “Same as the rest of us, move her towards emeritus status. She already has the full time bodyguard. She’s overseeing all three local black teams, but they’re functioning well with the leaders she trained. There’s new blood in the pipeline for all of us. Well, say hi to Lini for me.” “Will do.” It feels good to be facing semi-retirement. Dan has lost interest in training the new inductees. Trying to keep up with young recruits took its toll on him. And he’s traveling on business more often. Keri and Wil have helped Barbie tremendously with the influx of new recruits. Keri takes Wil’s big cock up her ass with no trouble, so Keri gets to peg Wil in class and Mindy pegs strangers when she travels. It didn’t take her long to start building up the NQA money and she doesn’t seem to have a problem with spending it on subservient men. I get a text just after I finish talking with Kyra. A text from anyone else but her usually means trouble. My heart leaps when I see the contact’s name. Then it plummets when I read the message. *Desperate for Cate. Please help. 5 PM* It has been quite a while since I got a text from Gabe, my only other regular male lover, besides my husband. So long that I really can’t call him a regular lover any more. It’s not that we broke it off. We’re both just very busy people. It would be great if his text implied a desire for sex, but he wouldn’t say, ‘Desperate for Cate’ in order to arrange a sexual tryst. He calls me Catherine, because as my boss’s boss it’s safer to call me Catherine or Ms. Geroux, to not seem too unacceptably familiar with me. The Bostancı Escort cynics would suggest that he’s positioning me for the CEO slot because I’ve had an ongoing sexual relationship with him for several years. But it’s been almost a year since I’ve enjoyed his big cock, and only a month since I’ve received his report to the sisterhood and conveyed our desires to him. He’s happy with the wife we found him and the children she has borne for him. I believe he even loves her now and I’m sure it’s mutual. No, his text is not a booty call, despite how welcome that would be right now. Desperate means desperate, and Cate means he needs Cate Blanc and the sisterhood to come through for him, which, considering the investment we have in his company, is a request we will move mountains just to hear. But I don’t need to move any mountains. I just need to meet him at five o’clock in the safe house that I need to call Bethany to arrange. I send the text, she sends the address, I text the address to him. The key is passed to Marta, who is waiting for me when I arrive at 4:55. She opens the door for him when he arrives at five so that he and I are not seen together. Considering that he pays half her salary, you might think he would be offended by the pat down that she gives him, but he seems to enjoy it. She probably wouldn’t insist, but when he heard that I was targeted by one of the caveman groups, he insisted on proper security protocols for all private meetings with men and when she did it the first time, she smiled and said, “You’re a man, aren’t you boss, I mean Sir? You feel like one. ” They’ve had a friendly-aggressive relationship ever since. Marta thinks he’s a great guy. After the how-are-yous are exchanged, Gabe gets down to business. “I have a sexual harassment complaint filed by a male manager against a female engineer outside his chain of command in Saint Paul. Both of them are A-list employees, marked for promotion and possible movement here to Columbus. After the initial complaint, both have lawyered up. I don’t know who to defend. I know it looks terrible if we don’t defend the one who files the complaint, but I also know there’s still a double standard, it looks terrible if we don’t defend the woman.” I bristle at the double-standard remark, but I remember that my own husband was targeted by a ‘homewrecker’ who would have happily ruined his career. She deserved no defense from me. “So you want us to…?” I deliberately leave the question hanging. “Get around the lawyers. Create peace and harmony. I’ve seen the kinds of solutions lawyers produce. They’re expensive and they can be very bad PR, and it always involves losing one or both of the employees. We immediately counseled both to not speak to coworkers about the matter. It looks like we’ve got it contained, for now. Whatever happened, it happened discreetly.” “Is recruitment off the table.” “Catherine, we both know you can’t promise that.” “Perhaps, but you’re an ally. Your opinion carries some weight.” “Well, recruitment might be just the kind of solution we need. But this is one of the few times I think I should be blindsided by events. If you can make the charges go away with a claim of misunderstanding, that would be pleasant news to receive through HR channels. I don’t want to look like I had a hand Bostancı Escort Bayan in making it happen.” “Is a transfer for either of them imminent?” “No, and I’m afraid if we try that, it could fuel any rumors. It would be better if they can keep working in situ.” It seems like a tall order, but I can get started with what I have, their names and locations. “You have my word, Sir. We will look for a mutually beneficial solution.” “Thanks, Catherine. Take the time you need. Spend the right amount.” “What could it cost you if it goes to the lawyers?” “Hundreds of thousands of dollars. More would be more likely than less.” “We’ll make it less if that’s possible.” Now that the business is out of the way, I ask Marta to step outside so we can discuss business of a more private nature. Gabe asks how my kids and husband are doing and I ask about his wife and kids. We’re just two parents catching up and that’s good. I’ve left the option of sex open, but I don’t dangle any bait and he doesn’t either. He excuses himself and our goodbye kiss is warm enough to make me rethink about dangling bait. There’s still passion in our tongues and I can feel his cock stiffen against my leg, but his schedule takes him away from me. I hear Marta wish him a good night as his driver starts his car. I’m already on the phone to Kyra. Quickly assessing the desirability of recruiting is her specialty but I’ll also get insights into how to approach the two parties. I call Dan as I’m on my way to the airport and apologize for the inconvenience. The jet is thirty minutes out when I arrive at the general aviation terminal, but it gives me time to read the preliminary analysis from Kyra’s recruitment team. I decide to hear the woman’s story first. Kyra has not green-lighted her recruitment. Terri has no kids. But Kyra authorizes me to use our resources to pursue the matter. Unfortunately, Terri stonewalls me when I call out of the blue from the plane with a promise of confidentiality. I contact Claire and she sics her cybersleuths on Terri and her husband Kevin. Fortunately, we have a sister who works with their cable internet provider and, as I’m flying over Indiana, Claire calls back. “Bingo! We’ve got leverage. Someone in the house is looking at this website as we speak.” The URL arrives in an email and the link takes me to a Tumblr blog page under a username of neglectedwife90. “It looks like it’s her site, Cate. I suppose it could be him pretending to be her, but my spidey sense is tingling. She’s lonely and stressed by the allegations, so she’s porn surfing. She just reblogged a photo of a woman with three men. They’re um, filling her quite full. There’s only one computer currently on the Internet from their house and he just got texted the score of a hockey game. His cell phone is miles away.” I see the photo that neglectedwife reblogged. “Got an email address for her?” “Comin’ atcha.” “What do you think her response would be if I email her own Tumblr addy to her.” “She could shit a brick. It doesn’t mean she’ll contact you. She’s reblogging other people’s content. There’s no pics of her. I’ll call you if I dig up anything dirtier.” “Can it get any dirtier than a triple penetration?” “You would be surprised.” I think for a minute about my own Tumblr blog and about the erotic stories I’ve Escort Bostancı published elsewhere. I need a way to make her want to listen to me. I need to show her that I have the resources to do her good or harm, carrot or stick. Using a burner email account, I send an email with three URLs to her, her own Tumblr blog, my Tumblr blog, and the link to the first Last Wives Club story. Then I sit back and do my best to enjoy my inflight dinner as Marta snores softly in preparation for her duties upon landing, which consist of driving the rental car that will be waiting at the general aviation terminal for us and keeping me safe. Twenty minutes before landing, I get an email from neglectedwife90. It asks, “Who are you?” I reply with, “The woman who called earlier and the author of the stories.” “What do you want?” “A private conversation at a private woman’s club.” “Why?” “We have an interest in salvaging your career.” The pause between messages is much longer this time. “Who sent you?” Many of the photos she has reblogged are of multiple men with one woman. Many of the men are dressed in suits. I conclude that she has a thing for men with power and influence. I could answer her question with ‘the sisterhood’ or ‘the Last Wives Club’, but I remember wanting Dan to think that a rich man had come to my aid when he cheated on me. So I reply with, “An influential brother who cares”. She has no sibling brothers, and I assume that she won’t won’t assume either monks or black men would be taking an interest in her troubles. But I’m hoping that she will get a warm and fuzzy from the idea that a White Knight has sent us. “Where and when?” “Anything wrong with tonight at eleven PM?” I include the address of the local Sapphire Club and instruct her to ask at the door for Catherine White. “This has to be a joke.” “I could show up in front of your house in a chauffeured limo in thirty minutes. Your neighbors could see that and it could become awkward for you.” The plane lands before I get an answer. “I’m bringing a friend.” “Female only. Dress elegantly. She can stay in sight, but not hear the conversation, and you will swear to keep it confidential.” “Accepted.” Marta and I check into our hotel and dress for the meeting. For the first time since she was assigned to me, Beth’s travel people have booked us to share the same room. It doesn’t bother me, but Marta is normally very secretive. She has to have access to me that doesn’t involve hallways and keycards, so normally we have adjoining rooms and leave the door between them unlocked. I’m curious to see how she’ll respond. She mysteriously hides in the bathroom to change into an elegantly tailored chauffeur’s uniform. Her GO trunk must have some fascinating stuff in it. I dress in a timeless deep red silk dress. The Minneapolis Sapphire Club is on a par with our club in Columbus. I pour myself a Talisker and sit with Marta in a booth. She’s drinking Vernor’s, a sweet ginger soft drink. She won’t drink alcohol while on duty, or off duty. I don’t know how Bethany finds these warrior women. I sometimes liken them to ninjas because of her black team’s tactical outfits, but they are not assassins, at least not that I know of. Two women are shown to our table. One is wearing a blue evening gown. Perfectly suitable for the house. The other is Terri who is not dressed very elegantly. She’s wearing an overly long skirt and an ill-fitting top, but she appears to be about five months pregnant. This changes everything. She is eligible for recruitment but she has a sexual harassment complaint against her. The woman in the evening gown speaks first as Marta is getting up from the table.
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