Straight Female / 34
I Snooped Maybe Maybe I Shouldn't Have But I Did
My big boss had me start looking after his personal bills. I saw the deposits and the expenses. Credit card, debit card, drafts on his account, cash withdrawals. I was the one assigned to put his things in order for the CPA to do his taxes, business and personal.
There was this one payee, Mr. Yanis. What was that? asking whether it was business or personal. He said it was a yoga studio. Personal. OK so I recorded it as personal. Curious I started looking for a Mr. Yanis yoga studio but came up blank. Then looking one afternoon when I had the time I came across a chat and some comments about a Mr. Yanis. I called the number in my bosses contacts and this guy answered. I told him I was my bosses secretary and I was checking on his next appointment. Friday night.
I dug and dug, and I read through the chat history. It was a gay chat and the comments were eye opening, Mr. Yanis was a, how do say it, an escort who specialized in pain and bondage. No yoga, more like gay BDSM. Whatever? I followed my boss to a motel, and waited and saw a smallish man show up. The man Yanis left after an hour and my boss after a couple of hours. The debit card charge for Mr. Yanis was for that Friday night.
I kept his books, Mr. Yanis was a several hundred a month. I never told my boss I knew about Mr. Yanis. To each his own.
There was this one payee, Mr. Yanis. What was that? asking whether it was business or personal. He said it was a yoga studio. Personal. OK so I recorded it as personal. Curious I started looking for a Mr. Yanis yoga studio but came up blank. Then looking one afternoon when I had the time I came across a chat and some comments about a Mr. Yanis. I called the number in my bosses contacts and this guy answered. I told him I was my bosses secretary and I was checking on his next appointment. Friday night.
I dug and dug, and I read through the chat history. It was a gay chat and the comments were eye opening, Mr. Yanis was a, how do say it, an escort who specialized in pain and bondage. No yoga, more like gay BDSM. Whatever? I followed my boss to a motel, and waited and saw a smallish man show up. The man Yanis left after an hour and my boss after a couple of hours. The debit card charge for Mr. Yanis was for that Friday night.
I kept his books, Mr. Yanis was a several hundred a month. I never told my boss I knew about Mr. Yanis. To each his own.
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