Like It Or Not, I Now Have Him Between My Legs After Dinner

I worked at the time in the internal audit department. A tip came in that an employee was stealing. My duties were primarily financial, support of the external auditors. My senior said it would be good experience, a field trip to catch a thief. He was the go to auditor for these 'matters'. We went to the yard in Ft. Lauderdale.

The approach was straight forward, interview the tipster. Look at financial records for anomalies, increased inventory losses. Background checks on lifestyle, new car, expensive apartment. Bad habits, girls, gambling. For this we used a private detective. The audit showed an increase in lost inventory of small expensive fittings. The private detective had pictures of selling the fittings to a privately owned business. The money was spent on the dog track, in the company of a stripper. Confrontation, submission, writeup, firing. Motive of the tipster, he was seeing the stripper.

The night after the case was closed the senior propositioned me. Let him work his frustrations in me. There wasn't an either or option. He brought me along for his pleasure, he planned it, he set me up, he executed. We went back to the home office, friends with benefits. It's been that way, pretty often. His appetite is unending. Why do it once, he was already there, twice is better. Why waste the opportunity with missionary when a balcony fuck is risky. Why plan time away, when he needs me. After all, think about it, do I really want him with a stripper? No sir, that's why he has me.