Sex Opens Door

"That's the first time I've heard you call my father dad."

"First times for everything darling. Let's chat to mom over coffee and then get to bed, we have catch-up to perform as well as sealing our reconciliation."

"Oooh."

Dale grinned. "We'll have more emotional upsets ahead of us darling, so please remember to pull the trigger when your heart has melted. Guys tend to find women act like babies in such circumstances and that confuses them."

"Of course I'll do that sweetheart. Now let me feel it. Oooh, it can get harder than that."

"God you two remind me of when I was young," Dinah said, arriving with coffee. "Did I ever tell you about the first time I had a guy's penis in my hand..."

CHAPTER 5

Leah and Dale were enjoying their first meal together in LA, at the beach.

"Is this the Californian dream?"

"Sorry Leah, the food is a bit ordinary, there are no hunks for you to watch as the surf is practically none-existent and there's a nip in the air because it's drizzling but at least rain clears the air."

"Well, not all dreams are good dreams. Tomorrow will be better, won't it?"

"Yes."

"Liar, you haven't a clue."

Dale lifted a forefinger and pleaded guilty.

"The apartment has impressed me. You knew I'd rejoin you, didn't you?"

"I'm glad you like it. It has our basic requirements, a playground sized bed and small kitchen. Yes, I knew you'd come back firstly because you rather like me and secondly because you've become so used to being dicked you'd not be happy unless supplied."

"Enough of that, I'm having some difficulty walking. What now?"

"We must discuss strategy. You may have to fuck a guy to get information."

Leah took a very deep breath and stared as her guy now acting as a procurer. "Okay, providing he's not revolting."

"Are you sure -- I was waiting to have my head chewed?"

Leah said she'd thought a great deal about their situation. They seemed to be the right people to take risks and to toil to make it work. "We have motivation."

"True and well said, but I'm suggesting you may have to do something immoral and against your instinct."

"I said I'll do it if it's required but I won't sleep with any guy I couldn't bare to touch me. I've been with enough guys to know what I find acceptable."

"So on our first night together you weren't a virgin?"

Leah sighed and said it was so difficult at times dealing with a child.

They laughed and eyed one another, knowing they were in love and knowing he preferred not to have to air his thoughts about it, at least not yet. Perhaps in the right place.

"I did some scouting within hours of arriving of the company Jane told me about -- I am allowed to mention her name?"

"Yes of course."

"The company has repositioned itself and calls itself Bee-Line Couriers and its vehicles are painted roughly the color of bees."

"Yuk."

"Yeah, I thought it was pathetic and an insult to bees. The paint job looks cheap and nasty."

"A large group of Bee-liners left the office at close of business, moving off in the same direction so I followed them in the rental car and they gathered in a bar for a farewell. I stayed on and..."

"...made friends with one of the women who had been left alone, took her home and seduced her before pumping her for information?"

"Something like that. We went out to her car where she sucked me off, and that's all she wanted and I didn't offer to play with her. We talked until she was almost asleep and we parted. She works in accounts and said financially the company was in a bad way, living on borrowed time as she put it. She described the financial controller and I recalled him, as he'd left early."

"So I am to fuck him for information?"

"Leah!"

"Come on, we are not at Play School. This is business."

"Are you sure?"

Leah glared at him so Dale said the company was downsizing staff through natural attrition but accounts were short-staffed and with the six-monthly financial reports due and the bank pressing for them to be completed on time some temporary staff would have to be hired.

"I'll apply in the morning. Let's take this crappy car you've hired and get an upgrade -- say a white Ford with nothing flashy on the exterior but black leather seats, top stereo with MP3 player."

"Okay, we can get you a car if you wish."

"Let's wait until we have something really going before we do that. Now let's have a look around in drizzly LA."

"Rodeo Drive?"

"Oh darling, you know how to get a girl to open her legs?"

Dale turned a little seedy. "Er, could we skip sex tonight."

"Darling, your wish is granted," Leah sighed, still feeling as if she'd been pounded to near pulp but it was her fault really; she'd gone at him like an animal and of course he'd taken up the challenge.

Within twenty-minutes of applying for a job in accounts, Leah was taken to her desk and shown around the small department by a Plain Jane, Dawn actually. Had it been Dawn who'd sucked Dale or was it Tessa, Augustine, Rosetta. Robyn or Pearl? Dawn then took her to be introduced to chief accountant and their supervisor Bruce and then into a separate office to meet Mr Medway, financial controller.

"Hi, sit down Leah. That's all Dawn."

He was brisk and almost friendly and yes, she could easily tolerate him playing around with her. Although in his late forties he was very personable and well presented.

"So you worked for a courier firm before?"

"Yes, Right-Away in Dallas."

"Never heard of them and I can't understand why you didn't arrive here with your work record and references?"

"Left in a hurry. Big row with my boyfriend."

"Oh I see. What's a call-back?"

"The recipient wants the driver to return, as the wrong delivery was made."

"What's treble return?"

"We used the term three times called. It's applied to on receipt required deliveries and after three calls when nobody is there to sign the article is returned to depot and clerical staff send a card advising the article is waiting for them to collect it. I began doing clerical work and spent three weeks in accounts before I fled."

"Okay, it's only a temporary position," said David Medway, eyes widening as Leah parted her legs slightly. She knew she had great legs and they looked great even when sitting. "Y-you can be fired at any time should your output fall below standard."

"Checking off driver work sheets is not taxing Mr Medway. I have a business degree."

"But have been denied career opportunities because the market in Dallas is over-subscribed. Yes, I've noted that claim on your application."

"Claim or the truth? You be the judge Mr Medway. My intention is to rise skywards workings for this firm."

David grinned and said that's the attitude. You may close your legs and go now."

Genuinely blushing, Leah said, "There are no flies on you."

She received no reply, just a steady searching look.

Four hours later Leah handed Rosetta printouts of fifteen worksheets requiring investigation for possible errors or irregularities.

"You can't have processed those worksheets properly," Rosetta said darkly. "That usually represents at least a full day's work."

"I tend to work rapidly when I'm bored. If you find any errors then I'll resign and work as a lesbian."

Rosetta grinned. "You a lesbian? I rather doubt that. Come on I'll take you to lunch in the café -- it's a dump but the food's good. Many of the couriers will want to seduce you, woman drivers too. It's quite a tradition."

"Rosetta, you naughty girl trying to make me crap."

"Girl? You've made my day you pretty young thing. I'm fifty-two and being your supervisor I'll have to check your work."

"I wouldn't want it any other way Rosetta. Now tell me about hubby and the kids -- grown up now or were there a dozen?"

"Two and yes, left home. God, you're a trick Leah."

On Friday afternoon David Medway loomed over Leah's desk. "Want to have a drink with me this evening, but not with the others?"

"I'd love it Mr...er...David."

He grinned. "My car is the nondescript white Ford under cover. Five-thirty will be fine." Leah was delighted. So soon! This would stop Dale biting his finger-nails. She had perfume and fresh panties in her bag. And condoms. She had no wish to go home to Dale with another man's sperm dripping from her. She pictured herself sitting over David in the back seat bouncing up and down on his big fat cock, making a lot of noise and exciting him until he practically ruptured the condom, shooting his load. She was so excited she had to pull back from fingering herself.

In the bar they sat closely, on stools. Leah hoped he wouldn't mess around, that he'd say after a couple of drinks would she like to be fucked or whatever polite word he preferred.

"So, its Leah Hamilton, master spy in industrial espionage after being fired by White Lightning and no doubt her fired lover is here in LA waiting for her to squeeze information out of someone like me?"

"Y-you've checked up on me, invading my privacy?" Leah said her mind racing, triggered by shock.

"I only sought information that you were expected to supply to us and of course I stumbled upon some interesting extra material."

"Oh God."

"Take is easy Leah. You now judge me as the enemy. What if I want to become an ally?"

"What?"

"Oh come, a bright girl like you knows what an ally means. My wife and two children away at live-in schools and I are very happy living here, me five minutes away from work. But my job is disappearing from under me so I'm prepared to do anything short of committing illegalities to help you and your boyfriend to mount a bid to purchase the company and try to make a go of it."

"H-how did you know?"

"Your computer skills, the way you plowed through your work, the way you went out to befriend Rosetta instead of three others more your age who are more sophisticated than Rosetta. And then there were the questions I heard from you or was told about. The pieces began to fit."

"I knew I'd make a damn awful spy. I'm too good to be bad."

David chuckled. "What a lovely thing to say about yourself."

They talked for two hours and agreed to meet at his place for a cook-out lunch next day and she was to be accompanied by her accomplice.

Dale listened to her open-mouthed and when she finished said, "What an amazing breakthrough."

"Yes, haven't I done well and I've only one thing to ask you: Please don't fuck Mrs Medway tomorrow."

Dale almost choked when gasping. "Okay, I promise. In the morning I'm taking you out to buy clothes suitable for a laid-back Californian cook-out but with a touch of class because Mrs Medway will dress to impress."

The Medway's came out to meet Dale and Leah as Dale parked his nondescript metallic white base-model Ford Edge FWD alongside David's identical model.

"Hi, I see we share a taste," David said, looking at the two cars. Dale replied yes but had misunderstood David, because he was looking at Madeline who had a great body and was quite attractive. She was clearly appraising Dale and made no attempt to hide it.

When the women lay out to sunbath after lunch while the guys sat in the shade drinking beer, David talked intently about how Dale and Leah would be on to a winner if they purchased it at the asking price of $7.8 million.

"I understand the walk-in price was about $6.5?"

"Whoever told you that must be dreaming. "Even at $7.8 the company is a steal because it has struggled, being undercapitalized and the company hierarchy has consistently under-performed."

And probably over-paid its executives, Dale thought looking at the expensive and well-maintained property. David took Dale on a tour and in the garage pointed with pride to the top-of-line Porsche SUV and Porsche sports car. That left Dale wondering was the overly friendly David milking money from the company. He'd behaved, keeping well clear of Madeline whose eyes kept raking him.

As they drove away Dale said Leah should have stuck close and heard what David had to say.

"I rather think than was pre-arranged. Madeline practically grilled me about you and surprisingly her questions were more of business than sexual in nature. My impression is that woman thinks she's sexually hot and is more than David can handle."

"I'm not interested, tell me about the business probe."

"Good boy," Leah said, reaching across and squeezing Dale's dick, perhaps gaining further confirmation he wasn't interested as it was flaccid.

"The Medway's stink of money."

"My thoughts too," Leah said. "She opened a floor safe and showed me her diamonds. What a show-off and when she kissed goodbye she tongued me."

"Perhaps a tramp with money. I thought perhaps David was creaming off money from the company."

"She'd be capable of doing that -- David I don't think so."

"Perhaps you're right," Dale said. "I'm left wondering why he's pressing us to buy the company at 'best price' instead of promising to use his influence to push the price down to our advantage?"

"Can we go a little faster darling? With the drinks and that bitch flaunting her body at me I'm horny. I want someone to get at me and prefer you over everyone else except dad."

"You lying teasing bitch," Dale grinned, having looked at her carefully. He pressed on the gas pedal and this time when Leah reached and squeezed him she had a real handful to grasp.

Next day Dale approached the company as an interested purchaser and in preparation for him making an offer, the company agreed to cooperate with Dale initiating a pre-purchase study, working with David as financial controller and the company's operations manager. Encouraged by that Leah called her father, asking if he could make a million bucks available to her, as she wanted to buy in as Dale's minority partner if a deal eventuated. Teddy said he could free one hundred grand. Leah exploded as said didn't daddy loved her and wanted her to get along in the world, or was it he had it in for Dale? Backed against the wall and wanting to return to the meeting he'd left to speak to his daughter, Teddy weakened and upped his offer by a hundred grand each minute and finally was let off the hook when they agreed. By then the amount on offer had reached one million.

At the end of the week Dale went out for the night with the company's president and vice-president so Leah went to a bar filled with almost fifty people from the company. A couple of hours later Anthony Sims, the slime ball business development manager, came up behind Leah and dug two fingers between her backside and actually touched her pussy. Leah was furious, turned and threatened to slap him senseless.

Ant took a step backwards and whispered a little nervously, "Is a fuck worth some hot information to your pretty boy?"

Somewhat startled by his audacity and the thought of being fucked by him, " Leah attempted to knee him in the balls but missed and struck a bony thigh.

"Jesus," he howled.

People around them turned so Leah cried evasively, "Woops Art, caught you with my knee when I was turning to rush off to the bathroom."

"Well go to the pisser and buy me a drink when you return," he groaned. People around him returned to their conversations without any sympathy being voiced for the senior manager.

"Leah returned with a beer for Art and carrying her wine.

"Sit down you bitch," Art whispered fiercely. "I know you are living with the guy engaged in due diligence, although he's unlikely to find anyone to back him financially with the capital to take this company into becoming the largest courier operator in California which is the goal in our strategic and business plans."

"That's pie in the sky, something to wet the interest of prospective buyers."

"You being a clerk don't know anything. That goal with sufficient financial backing is achievable -- costly but achievable and some of us we were destined to achieve that empire-building anyway before mismanagement began to take its toll."

Leah's mind raced. Art looked lean and muscular and possibly would fuck well. More to the point, he would be talking to her like this unless he did have information of great interest to Dale. At least that was her theory and the guys taking Dale to dinner and then on to clubs would have arranged to have three immoral women join them because this was all about seducing the prospective buyer called Dale. Dale had been found out about his earlier fling so he'd not be gentlemanly if he resented Leah having her turn.

"Phone your wife we are going out to dinner with the guys but instead take me somewhere quiet, just you and me."

"My wife will hit the roof."

"So, want me to find some other guy to buy me dinner and later fuck me?"

Art's eyes practically gyrated. He pulled out his phone. "Liz, hi. Listen, I just learned at if the company folds we still should get a big golden handshake and there's sizeable inherent value in company assets over and above its debts including the banks. David the financial controller has invited us to dinner to talk about it."

"Yes, I think so too darling. Hop around and watch TV with your mom and dad."

"I will, bye."

Leah laughed and set about priming him up to deliver. "You lying asshole, no bank would lend us money. All bank loans would have been recalled by now."

"Hah, I was told you are not only classy but have a fertile brain and already have had two promotions since your arrival in administration. But you don't know everything. Here's the deal, a quality dinner that I'll charge as expenses and I get to drill you up both holes."

"God you're disgusting. In return for a sixty-nine you secretly provide me with a list of all people we could trust and regard as true loyalists who want the company to go ahead and a list of people who've dragged the company done and others who should go, giving brief reasons against each name."

"I get sixty-nines at a drop of a hat and don't even have to pay for the lucky girl's dinner."

"Well from what you've said the company will be paying for my dinner. I'll also put my back into the sixty-nine if I go on top. Do we have a deal?"

"I suppose so."

Leah assessed it was time to kick butt. "Well in that case good night. I'm not going to be covered in sweat and goo by someone who's only half-hearted about sex."

"No, no. Sit down Leah. I've been thinking about your pussy ever since you joined us. I'll be dead keen and won't even have to act, I promise."

"Okay, and what do I get in return for the one bout of full-on action? I promise Slime Ball...I mean Art, there won't be a second time, ever."

Indignant, Art said, "What did you just call me?"

Leah was ready to that following her slip. "Er, it's just the name some of the younger women have for you. It's nothing serious. They think every woman you see you want to fuck."

"In thank case I can see it's a defensive insult."

"Probably use by some of the babes you've had, eh Art?"

"Yeah, of course."

Art proved to be as good as Leah suspected. His white underpants looked clean and he smelt okay and she had not complaint about size or the way he used his cock. They slurped, she bucked, he groaned and he knew he'd gotten her away twice before she sprayed her tits with his shot. She made him lick up the mess and he began complaining, so told him to stop and said he'd expect her to lick and swallow his cum. He said without any thought, "Okay."

They sat upright in the back seat of his SUV panting and she asked, "Was that worth those two lists?"

"More that worth it; I'll take great care in composing them. You give me your word you and your guy will never move against me in any way as your informant?"

"Deal."

Leah had a great time fucking him, knowing Art would assume it was him doing the fucking, but she had him stretched out like a rubber band five minutes after starting and ready to fill the condom, but she eased back to bring him off the boil. Finally, weary and with sweat pouring off both of them, she changed from Cowgirl to allow him to do her Doggy. She fingered around her clit and when she was ready Leah reached under and squeezed Art's balls and internally squeezed his sliding slimy dick. Yelling at him to fuck faster Leah continued relentlessly until his face that was coming in to tongue wrestle with her again turned purple. He pulled out and ripping off the condom she'd given him, shot a stream cum along her back and into her hair and the next stream accompanied by a huge groan shot over her head.