Working for Sam Gault was
becoming a real downer. He was
demanding, critical and cheaper
than hell. I was a good mechanic
and he knew it, but that didn't
stop him from giving me a hard
time every chance he had. It
wasn't personal. He shit all over
everyone that worked for him.I
had started working for Sam right
out of high school. I had taken
auto mechanic classes in vo-tech
school. I was good at working on
cars and I enjoyed it. Sam took me
on with the understanding that
my pay would increase as my
experience and abilities grew.That
was our agreement, not the
reality. I had worked for him for
four years and had managed just
two small raises. It was easier to
get blood out of a rock than to
pry money from Sam Gault.We all
knew he could afford to pay us
better. He had a huge house he
had purchased for a song at a tax
sale. His business sold more cars
than anyone else in the area. I had
heard through the grape vine that
Sam had a big boat he liked to
take up to the Finger Lakes from
time to time. It just seemed that if
a man could afford all that, he
could pay his workers a living
wage.
Then there was Rachel Gault.
When I started at my job, Rachel
Brown was a secretary in the
parts department. She was five or
six years older than I and built like
a brick shit house. Every brick was
in place!She was single but would
never date any of the guys at
work. She made it clear that she
was holding out for a man of
substance, as she called it. She
wanted a rich husband. Gradually,
she caught Sam Gault's attention.
It wasn't long before Sam's first
wife was sent packing and Rachel
was firmly entrenched in the big
house on the hill.Rumor had it
that Sam had forced his first wife
to sign a prenuptial agreement
before they were married, as
most prenups are. She pretty
much went down the road with
the clothes on her back and a kick
in the ass from Sam.That left
Rachel in an interesting situation.
She had proven that Sam was an
unfaithful, ruthless, heartless
prick. On the way up, it worked to
her advantage. Once she was
Sam's main squeeze, she
constantly had to watch her back
for fear that she would be making
that long trip down the driveway
with a small suitcase and little else.
Maybe that precarious existence
made her hard. Maybe she was
just naturally a miserable bitch. I
don't know. I just know that she
took a more active interest in the
business and she made Sam
appear generous. Work became a
living hell.We were all surprised
when Rachel entered the shop
after the long Memorial Day
weekend with a wedding ring on
her finger. She had somehow
coerced Sam into marrying her. Of
course, marrying Sam was no
guarantee she would stay married
to him, or even gain access to his
considerable wealth. The rumor
around the shop was that Rachel
had agreed to a prenuptial
agreement much the same as
Sam's first wife. It gradually
appeared that Rachel had a plan
to avoid her predecessor's fate.
She made it a point to handle any
cash that went through the
building. She took control of the
vending machines. She diverted
the cash clients used for
transactions like title transfers
and registrations to her pocket.
Then she used company
title transfers and registrations
to her pocket. Then she used
company checks to make the
payment.
It didn't seem like that much
money but it added up over the
course of a year. Most of us knew
what she was doing, but it didn't
matter to us. The bitch was
stealing money from her prick
husband. They deserved each
other as far as we were
concerned.Then my uncle died and
left me eight acres of vacant land.
It wasn't much when he bought
it, but urban sprawl had
encompassed the property. There
were strip malls and home
improvement centers on all sides.
As soon as it was discovered that
I was the new owner, the sharks
started circling. I never realized
how much pressure big
businesses could put on a guy. I
had representatives from The
Olive Garden and Taco Bell stop in
to make offers on the property
while I was working.The numbers
increased with each offer. It was
pretty apparent that I would be
quite well off if I decided to sell
the land. That was when Sam
Gault decided to jump into the
fray. Why should a moron have
something so valuable when a
successful man like Sam could pad
his coffers with it? That was how
it all started.
I wasn't another Warren Buffet,
but I knew that I was sitting on a
gold mine. I also knew that any
deal that involved Sam would
involve me getting fucked. Maybe
it was that realization that started
my mind formulating a little plot
to get back at Sam for some of
the shit he had heaped on me
over the years. If I managed
knock Rachel down a peg or two
in the process, so much the
better."Sam, I received an email
from some finance minister's son
in Nigeria," I began one afternoon
while I was working on a
transmission with Sam standing
over me. "If I can get ten
thousand dollars in a bank
account as a sign of good faith,
these guys will deposit twenty-
four million in my account within
a week. They're being hounded by
rebels that want the minister's
fortune. If I let the minister's son
use my account, they'll let me
keep ten million for my efforts!"
"That sounds like an interesting
proposition," admitted Sam. "Do
you have the ten thousand dollars
in an account?""Shit, Sam! You
know what I make here. There's
no way in hell I could have that
much money saved up," I
admitted. "I was just lucky that
this finance minister's son
somehow found out that I was a
dependable, trustworthy guy. I
don't even know who told them
about me, but they said I was
exactly what they were looking
for."I think you are, Dave," agreed
Sam. "They were lucky to find
you. I can see that.""Thanks, Sam!
Coming from a successful man like
you, that makes me feel pretty
good! That brings me to my
problem," I explained. "If I could
just borrow the money for a
couple weeks, I could pay it back
with interest once I receive the
ten million dollars.""I see, Dave. I'd
love to help you out, but I have to
protect myself. You can
understand that, can't you?"
asked Sam. "Just to be on the safe
side, if you put that property of
yours on Commercial Avenue up
as collateral, I'd be happy to loan
you the cash." "Gee, Sam. That 8-
acre parcel is supposed to be
worth a lot more
than that," I stalled.
"I'm not saying it isn't, Dave. It's
just insurance for me that you'll
pay me back. Once you get your
ten million, you'll be able to repay
me and own the lot
unencumbered again."
It took some give and take, but
we finally agreed on a deal. Sam
was going to loan me ten
thousand dollars, interest free for
a week. After that, I would be
paying him 15% interest,
compounded daily until I repaid
him. If he wasn't paid in full
within three months, the property
would become his. As Sam
explained to me, once I had my
ten million dollars, I'd be able to
pay him back easily and we'd
both come out ahead. It was a
win/win situation!The next day,
Thursday, Sam ushered me into
his office and showed me some
legal documents. I looked them
over quickly and determined they
reflected the agreement we had
reached the previous day. I signed
the papers, Sam's secretary
notarized them, and Sam handed
me a cashier's check for ten
thousand dollars! I had never
realized how easy it was to make
money, if you had money.
I told Sam that I'd be taking the
next day off to take care of my
banking. I wanted to get
everything in place for the
windfall profit I was about to
make. It didn't escape my notice
that Sam had done all this while
Rachel was out of the office. She
hadn't been out of the building
more than a couple minutes when
Sam had sent for me to come sign
the papers. The next day was
Friday and Rachel always took
Friday mornings off. The business
stayed open till eight on Friday's
so she never came in before noon.
She wanted to be there when
buyers, and their cash, were more
plentiful.Friday morning I
watched Sam's SUV pull out of his
long drive and head toward the
office. Once he was out of sight, I
drove up his driveway. There was
a big circular drive going around
some sort of statuary in front of
the house. I parked the car and
rang the doorbell.
Rachel eventually opened it and
looked at me. At first I thought I
must have stepped in some dog
shit as her nose wrinkled up. Then
I realized it was her way of
greeting a lesser being. "What are
you doing here, Dave? Sam
already left and you're going to
be late for work. You'd better get
your ass moving. You're already
going to be docked for being
late," she kindly pointed out.I
knew I didn't have much time or
Rachel would be slamming the
door in my face. I pulled the
envelope holding the ten
thousand dollars out of my jacket
pocket and thumbed the money in
front of her."I have ten thousand
dollars here, Rachel, and I wanted
to discuss with you how I want
to spend it," I answered
timidly.Rachel's nose straightened
out and a smile stretched across
her perfect teeth. Suddenly the
stench of dog shit had
evaporated!"Come in, David!"
purred Rachel. "i'll be happy to
help you any way I can. You know
I always have time for the little
people that make our business a
success!"I followed her into a
huge room. I guessed it was a den
or a library. I had never been in a
house with more than a kitchen,
living room, and dining room
downstairs, so I wasn't sure what
to call it."How did you come by
that
.money? Did you have any ideas
what you wanted to buy with it?"
asked Rachel sweetly."It doesn't
matter how I came by the money,
Rachel. What I want to buy is
your ass for an hour or two," I
stated calmly."Excuse me? Did I
hear you correctly?" she
demanded. "Where do you get off
speaking to me like that? I could
have you arrested!"
"Maybe I misjudged you, Rachel. If
I did, I apologize. It's just that i've
had this crush on you since I first
saw you. I'm willing to give you
ten thousand dollars to have
unrestricted sex with me for a
couple hours," I continued. "Again,
I apologize."I turned and started
for the front door."Dave! Wait!"
called Rachel. "It's just so sudden. I
didn't realize you felt that way
about me. Do you have the entire
ten thousand dollars with
you?""Right here in my pocket,
Rachel," I replied. "Are you
considering my offer?""I always
thought you were a good looking
guy and I would like to help you
realize your dreams, David," cooed
Rachel. "I think we could work
something out. I'll be willing to
have regular missionary position
sex with you, if you wear a
condom. There will be no oral or
anal sex and no changing
positions. That's how it will have
to be."I once again turned and
started for the door. Once again,
Rachel called me back. I smiled to
myself as I turned to face her.
"Rachel, my fantasy is to use you
every way, and anyway, I can
imagine. I hadn't thought of anal,
but now that you mention it, anal
sex will definitely be included," I
promised. "I won't be using any
condoms either."As I spoke I took
the cash in my hand and thumbed
through the wad of hundred
dollar bills. Rachel nearly had an
orgasm as she watched."Okay,
David. Anything you want. You
just have to leave by eleven. Sam
comes home at noon on Fridays
for a quick lunch and to drive me
in to the business," stated
Rachel."Rachel, you'll be mine until
Sam turns that door knob. You can
hurry and clean up while I chat
with Sam about some shop
business we have. I'll also want a
receipt to prove that I paid you in
full. I might be able to deduct it on
my taxes," I suggested."Bullshit!
There will be nothing in writing!
I'm not dumb enough to give you
a chance to blackmail me,"
answered Rachel very firmly. "Pay
me up front and you can stay
until Sam gets here.""You're a
good negotiator, Rachel," I
admitted. "I know better than to
let you have the cash before I get
my money's worth! We'll put the
money in this desk drawer while
we are engaged in my fantasies.
Once Sam arrives and you have
fulfilled your obligations, the
money is yours.""You've got a
deal!" replied Rachel after a brief
hesitation.I opened the drawer,
dropped the envelope in and
pushed it closed.
Rachel was a little stiff and
unresponsive at first. By the time
I finished eating her to a few
orgasms, she became an
enthusiastic participant. I wanted
to be sure I lasted until Sam got
home, so I took my time and made
sure she wouldn't soon forget me.
Rachel was panting and calling my
name as I slid up her body and
slowly entered her very tight
pussy."Doesn't Sam ever use this
pussy, Rachel?" I asked as I finally
worked my cock into her love
box. "It's so tight, it's cutting off
my circulation!""It's his damn little
dick!" moaned Rachel as she felt
another orgasm building. "He's
lucky he can hit both sides at the
same time!"I just kept hammering
away at the very pussy I had
fantasized about for years.
Sometimes the fantasy is way
better than the actual deed. Not
this time! Rachel was really
getting into it and she was better
than I had dared dream. She came
with my cock in her a few times
before I left my little swimmers
deep in her pussy.
I climbed back up Rachel's body,
sat on her ample tits and offered
my cock to her mouth. She
accepted it without hesitation! It
took awhile, but my cock
eventually came back to life. I got
her on her hands and knees and
started ramming into her doggie
style.Rachel was really getting
into it and came again. It took a
little more persuasion to convince
her that she was obligated to
allow me her back door. I wasn't
all that keen on that part, but it
was part of the plan. I wanted to
remember her with my cock in her
ass. Maybe I was a bit vindictive,
but I wanted to have that
memory the rest of my life. Every
time some one gives me a hard
time in the future, i'll think about
what I did with the miserable
wife of the cheap, bastardly boss
I once had. Then i'll think how I
don't take shit from anyone,
although one could successfully
argue that I was taking some
from Rachel at the moment. I kept
an eye on my watch as I drilled
Rachel. As noon approached, I
pulled out and moved back up to
Rachel's face and pumped my cum
all over her chest and face while
she was gasping to regain her
breath. We were just catching our
breath when we heard Sam's SUV
stop in front of the door.
"Get off me!" urged Rachel. "Sam
will be coming through that door
any second! He can't see me like
this!" I slowly began to climb off
Rachel. By the time she was able
to get up, we heard the door
opening. She quickly rushed from
the room as I pulled on my jeans
and shirt.I was sitting on the
leather couch I had just pounded
Rachel on when Sam came into
the room."What the hell are you
doing here, Dave?" asked Sam. "I
thought you were going to be at
the bank today.""I discovered that
the minister's son can't wire the
money until next week, Sam. I
thought that I'd pay you back
today and, if you were still willing,
borrow it again next week. That
way I won't be burning up my
grace period with the zero
interest," I reasoned.Sam thought
about it for a minute and then
forced a smile. He still saw the
chance to sheer a lamb. He nodded
his agreement.
"Rachel put the money in that
drawer, Sam. Go ahead and count
it," I offered. "Then I want you to
sign this release stating I repaid
you in full.""Rachel saw the
money?" asked Sam. "In the
future, I want you to always deal
directly with me, Dave. Do you
understand me?""Sure, Sam. No
problem," I agreed. "I have to be
going soon, so would you count
the money and sign this paper,
Sam?"Five minutes later I was
going out the door just as I heard
Rachel calling my name from the
stairs. I drove straight to a
developer my lawyer had
recommended. He had worked out
an agreement with three
different companies where the
property would be subdivided
into three parcels. I was to get a
hefty sum up front, plus a large
monthly payment over the term
of the 25-year lease from each
company. One was a Toyota
Dealership! I quit my job the same
afternoon.

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