Chapter 14

"We you basically know all there is to know. I was to push through invoices every 4 to 6 weeks for up to just under sixty thousand dollars. I did hear them talking about bribing some guys to screw up your production."

"There is one more thing. The order that Monique talked to you about in her e-mail, it is not going to be a real order. They are going to jerk you around. Asking for re-designs again and again and after you've spend a bundle on those, they will just cancel it."

I took a deep breath "is there anything else I need to know?"

"Sorry Peter, if there is, I don't know about it. So what is going to happen to me?"

"Did they give you a copy of the disc?"

""No, I don't have any evidence against them."

"Well, you are going to turn in your keys and cell phone, credit cards and car keys. Then you are going home and never come back. I'm not going to press charges but there may come a time when I will need your testimony regarding this conspiracy. So I want you to stay in touch with me. If I have to come looking for you, I will file criminal charges against you. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes Peter, I understand. I know it is a lot to ask, I plan on going home to Alabama. If I need a reference, would there be any chance of you giving me one based on the years I worked for you?"

"I'll have to think about that. I can't promise that I will but what I can promise is that as long as you cooperate if needed, I won't give you a bad reference. So good luck. I'm really sorry about this."

"Peter, I'm so, so sorry. I wish there was some way to regain your trust but I understand."

With that Sue dug out her keys, phone and company credit card, left them on the table and walked out.

I was sad and upset so I went to my office to get my thoughts together before confronting the production guys.

I had one of the security guys bring in the three guys from quality control.

"We rechecked all your work from last week and found almost half of the units defective. We haven't had time to check who signed off on those faulty units".

I introduced Detective Snyder to them and before he started to asking questions one of the guys piped up.

"Sir, I have no idea what is going on, I was working all week on the Boeing order and it is still here. There was nothing wrong with those parts."

He looked hopefully at me and I told him to go and wait in the reception area and picked up the phone.

"Karl, how fast can you have someone check the Boeing order that is in the shipping area. One of the guys claims that he worked on that all last week?"

"Peter, I can have someone on it this afternoon. I don't think it will take much time. Maybe we keep one of the shipping guys on overtime. He can unpack and repack while my checks the units."

"Yeah that sounds OK, we haven't had any trouble with Boeing. I think these assemblies are too simple to mess with and only two guys work on them. Check every tenth unit and let me know."

I was quickly getting tired of this and said:

"Here is the deal, the first one who speaks up and tells the truth of what is going on here gets a free pass from criminal prosecution, he just gets fired."

"There is three minute time limit on the offer"

They started arguing among each other but one of them said "I talk".

"It started when the other guy still owned the company and we were unhappy about the pay and working conditions, stuff like that. So Tom here came to me and said 'one of the guys in production wants to mess with the product if we let it go through. You know every third or fourth piece. Maybe if the customer bitches enough, the owner comes around and we get some more money'. Well it didn't seem to work, so we increased the number of bad units. I know it's stupid but until you took over and spoke to us, neither of thought about possible consequences like losing the contract."

"So when, you took over and told us about the bonus program, we all agreed that was a good thing and we stopped."

"Then Friday a week ago we were sitting in the bar down the block having an after work brew, when this really hot broad with great boobs and lots of cleavage and judging from the way her boobs where moving, no bra, walked in and sat next to me."

"Before I knew it she had new beers for each of us and she started talking, telling us that she worked for a competitor and if we helped her screwing up production, she would pay us five hundred buck a week and if any of us could prove to have at least an eight inch cock, we could fuck her too. I mean I was stunned. I sure liked what I saw and thought that I would "measure" up."

"Anyway, one of the guys asked her 'what if we get found out and get fired'? 'Don't worry about that, my employer will have similar jobs for you once he gets the contract because of what you'll do for us'. With that she got up and left, leaving a plain card with a phone number on the bar. 'Call me when you make up your mind and leave a message.' She sure was nice to look at as she walked out of the bar, swinging her ass."

"So we sat there and talked for probably an hour or more, finally deciding that we would do it. Five hundred bucks a week and a job if things went south sounded too good to pass up. (a wry grin on his face) None of us talked about getting laid because none of us was sure if we would "measure up" and if the offer was real."

"So we all agreed, Hank and James from production and the two of us. I think the guy before Karl might have been in on it. I don't know. I think he knew and had figured out what was going on earlier and said nothing. Who knows, he might have identified us to the broad. I mean how would she know that we may do something like the proposed."

After hearing that story, I got up and went to my office. On my computer I had a picture of M that I hadn't gotten around to deleting. I printed it out and went back to the conference room.

"Is this the woman that approached you?"

"Sure is, how did you... ?

"She is my soon to be ex and she doesn't take losing very well. I want you to confirm for the record that the woman in this picture approached you with an offer to pay you for sabotaging production."

"Detective Snyder would you please call your colleagues and have them come and arrest these two and the other we're holding in the plant for sabotage, destroying property and whatever else our esteemed District Attorney can come up with."

"Hey you said..." "I said nothing. You guys talked out of your own volition. We can check the tape if you want. You dug your own holes."

Ted, Mark let's get back to work. We have a company to run. We've wasted enough time on these guys. The detective will make sure they won't go anyplace till the cops get here to arrest them."

We went to my office and Ted raised the question "What about the masterminds behind this whole scheme?"

"I honestly don't know yet. I'll have a talk with my lawyer who is a share holder in the company and I guess eventually the DA to see what his feeling is. If he thinks he has a case to prosecute."

Early afternoon Karl called and told me that he had been able to verify that the third guy in QC was only working on the Boeing part and had no part in the sabotage of the army parts.

"Put him back to work but warn him, tell him that if he thought that those other two were doing something wrong, he should have told management. Have you been able to hire replacements from the list I gave you?"

"Sure have, they all will start tomorrow. I've also gotten one of the retired guys on a part time base to come in 4 hours a day, that's all he wants to work, to repair the defective units we found this weekend plus all the stuff the army is sending back to us. We should be in good shape in four to five weeks and be able to ship trouble free parts in a timely manner."

"Thanks Karl, that was a good idea. I guess he's trying to make some Christmas money."

I called Michelle in her office and asked if she wanted to have dinner with me since I needed her professional advice on an issue that effected their investment in my company. She agreed and we decided on the Bistro that Red had taken me to shortly after moving into my place.

I picked her up at seven and on the walk to the restaurant we talked about her trip to New York with Greg. I had made reservations, even though they really not needed on a Monday night and asked for a booth that would offer us some privacy. As we were sipping on our cocktail I told Michelle about the troubles and attempts to sabotage the production and that M and HH were behind it.

"The guys identified M as the person who approached them with the offer of money for the purpose of sabotaging the production. Do you think we have a case against M and HH if she rolls on him, either civil or criminal?"

"I would need to look at the video recording you made this morning and have a talk with the DA. He may not like going after her, fearing that she'll be able to afford great legal representation and he's got a tight budget and would prefer spending money on cases that make the papers and help his reelection next year."

"I think, I could have some fun going after her for damages in a civil action. I'm thinking if I can convince the DA to convene a grand jury and indict them, we would have a really good case on the civil side. If he decides later not to prosecute, so what."

"Hmm, yeah that could work. I guess we need to have telephone meeting soon where all the partners in the company get a say as to what we want to do."

As we were walking back home I said "I hear that you are flying down to see Red on Sunday."

Michelle looked kind of surprised at me and then nodded.

"I've been invited for Thanksgiving and I'm going to drive down on Tuesday. Red wants me play golf with her Dad on Wednesday. So I guess I'll see down there next week."

I wasn't sure, but somehow I didn't think that went over to well. By that time we had gotten to her door and we said goodnight.

The next morning I called Greg and told him what had transpired and was all in favor of a civil action against both M and HH. I also sent an e-mail to Cindy telling her about what went on yesterday and to please relay it to Red since she had a voice in deciding what actions to take.

The rest of the week was uneventful and things seemed to have settled down enough so that I could take off early on Friday and drive up to the lake for the weekend. Saturday turned out to be a beautiful nice fall day and the Judge and I played a round of golf during which I told him about the goings on at the company.

"Peter, I think Michelle has a good idea there, trying to convince the DA to indict them and then go after them with a civil suit. Heck, if you win a judgment against either or both of them, the DA just might grow a set of balls and prosecute the indictment.

After golf, we had some lunch and then I went back to my place to change so that I could go for a run.

Once I got back, I puttered around the house, checked things carefully to make sure there would be no surprises if the weather got really cold during the coming winter. I really wasn't concerned because of the construction but one can never be too careful. Repairs of plumbing behind sheetrock walls can be expensive.

I fixed some dinner from stuff in the freezer and later fired up my laptop. There was an e-mail from Cindy.

"Hi Peter, I talked to Red and she said she would go along with whatever you guys, meaning Michelle, Greg and you decide. I've given the same message to Michelle. Good luck with that. Say where are you? I tried calling your home and also your cell but it was turned off. Call me.

Ms Cindy"

So I got my phone and sure enough, it was off. I had turned it off when we played golf and forgot to turn it back on again. So I called Cindy and got her voice mail.

"Hello Ms Cindy this is toy, I'm up at the lake. I'll be home tomorrow and expect to be at Sixth Street between seven and seven thirty. Love to see you."

I shut down my computer and grabbed a book. I figured it was still warm enough that with the fire place on the deck and a quilt I could sit there and read and enjoy one of my Cubanos together with a nice cognac. It was a beautiful night and wound up staring at the three quarter moon and stars. Watching an occasional satellite pass overhead I started to think about Red, my life and where it all might end. I was optimistic and hoped that somehow Red and Michelle could work things out. I was OK with sharing

Red with her or any other Lady. I was not sure about other guys. But then given Red's history I might not have to worry about that. Eventually I got cold and went back inside and to bed.

Sunday morning was raining and I decided to drive home after lunch. So I cleaned up the place, did some laundry and by one in the afternoon I was back on the road.

I got home early enough to start a load of laundry and generally clean up the place a bit before taking a shower and going to the Sixth Street bar for some dinner and maybe see Cindy there.

I was just finishing my burger and first beer when Cindy and some of the others showed up. Cindy came over to me, gave me a hug and stuck her tongue into my ear before saying:

"I want to play with you tonight. I'm not staying long, just one drink then I'll leave. Follow me fifteen minutes later."

So I ordered another beer and a Mojito for Cindy and walked over to the group to join the conversation. As usual, it was football at this time. I was happy, the Giants had just wiped up Texas Stadium with the Cowboys and all was good in the world.

Cindy finished her drink and told everyone that she had a rough day ahead of her and was going home and to bed. I hung around a little bit longer and basically told them the same story that I needed to be in the office early because it was a short week for me since I was going out of town for the holiday. I paid my tab and walked over to Cindy's place.

When I got there, the front door was ajar and I decided that it was OK to just walk in.

She must have heard me close the door and I heard from the bedroom

"Strip and wait for me in the bathroom on your knees."

I was getting a bit concerned, having flash backs of the enemas Red put me through but decided to obey and after quickly stripping walked into the bathroom. There was a big fluffy towel on the floor, actually I looked like several of them stacked up. So I knelt down facing the door and waited.

A couple of minutes later Cindy walked in wearing a very skimpy bikini top but no bottoms and some plastic slip on high heel shoes.

Walking around me, Cindy tussled my hair... "We are going to have to make you presentable for Red, so I'm going to help you get rid of all that nasty hair. I know you have been trying but I'm sure you've missed some spots and I'm going to help you deal with those. Maybe Red should take you to a laser hair removal place when she gets back and decides to keep you. So much easier in the long run. I would if I "owned" you."

Standing very close to me Cindy shoved her pussy into my face: "But first things first, I need a nice little orgasm from your tongue before we go on. I've decided that I can't whip you because I don't want you to go down to see Red with bruises and stuff like on your ass that but I still need to fulfill some of My sadistic desires so you WILL suffer tonight.

With those words, a shudder went through Cindy and she had her first little orgasm.

"Get up and get into the tub, bend over and spread your ass. I'm going to put some hair removal gel into that area and then you can add it to your pubic area and up and down your legs. Better start working fast because that stuff will sting after a while. Wait till I tell you to turn on the shower or else. Better use the handheld one."

Damn if that stuff didn't start burning in my ass just as I covered the last part of my legs. I started to fidget in the tub.

"Starting to burn a bit? You can take it babe. You're a tough guy. Tell me when you start feeling something in the area on your leg that you covered last and I'll let you use the shower – cold water only. Slaves don't deserve hot water. Besides it will set you up perfectly for my torture."

There was a big smile on Cindy's face as she watched me suffer while she sort of absentmindedly played with her pussy.

"Ms Cindy, it burns pretty bad and it started to do so down on my leg. Please, may I use the shower."

Still smiling, "go ahead toy, rinse off really good, especially your ass and groin area where the skin is most sensitive."

That cold water actually felt pretty good at the beginning but then it got colder and colder and soon I was standing there shivering while the water from both the overhead and handheld shower heads cascaded down my body.

"OK toy, that's enough. Take that towel over there on the rack and dry yourself as best as you can than lay down on those towels with your head towards the toilet bowl and arms up into the air."

Drying myself? What a laugh. What Cindy had pointed at was a reject from Motel 6, it was that thin and the size of a hand towel. I was supposed to get dry with that? Well I tried but soon gave up as I figured that the towels on the floor would take care of my back. I laid down as ordered and Cindy put some cuffs on my wrists and secured my hands to each other behind the toilet bowl.

Whatever she had in mind for me, I was not going anywhere.

"There, now I can have some fun with you."

Things got kind of dark because Cindy had wrapped a towel over my head, covering my face completely. Next I heard some water running, sounded like some container was being filled. Shit, I think I know what I'm in for. Damn Bush and the CIA for their "enhanced" interrogation methods. Cindy is going to "water board" me. In my head I knew that she would never really harm me and since my head was not tilted down, very little if any water would enter through my nostrils. Never the less, the sensation of cold water pouring over my face while I was trying to hold my breath and mouth shut was not a pleasant experience. I did gag several times, and each time Cindy stopped immediately the flow of water.

"Tell me toy, who is the better Mistress ME or Red?"

Of course, I would not answer that question and the water would start flowing again till I started gagging. Then it stopped the question was asked again and again.

I started to shiver as I was getting cold.

"Toy, just tell me what I want to hear, tell me that Ms Cindy is the better Mistress and it will all stop. You can get dry and warm."

Just as the next batch of water was poured over my head. I have no idea how long I was suffering but to me it seemed like days.

Finally the flow of water stopped and I distinctly heard Cindy having an orgasm. Damn, she got off again on torturing me.

After a short while I could tell that her breathing had returned to normal and the towel was lifted of my head and my hands freed.

"You did good toy, I'm proud of you for not caving in. Not that I would have stopped. No I would have continued for some time as punishment. Get up and take a nice hot shower, then clean up the mess. Just put the wet towels into the tub. You can use the dry parts for the floor. Then join me in the bedroom – naked. I'm not done with you."

That hot shower felt soo good. I believe I had been turning blue. It's been a long time that I have been that cold. Coming to think, probably four years ago when I dumped the boat over in early May when the lake was not very warm and we still had to sail home with our wet clothes. Well actually only I got wet, the "creep" Jack managed to scramble up to the high side and never wound up in the lake.

So I took my shower and cleaned up before heading into Cindy's bedroom.

She was in her bed under the covers sitting propped up against some pillows.

"Come toy, join Me under the covers. Here have a cognac" handing me one and taking one for herself. "To a beautiful friendship".

"Like I said, I truly admire your loyalty to Red. Sometimes I'm really jealous of her. I sure wished I had gotten hold of you first. I'm really, really fond of you and I think that given some more time even grow to love you. So, if for some reason things don't work out for you with Red, call ME. Now put your glass down. I want you to make love to me. I'm sorry, but I sent the key already off to Red via FedEx or I would unlock your CB right now so that I could try out your cock. First I thought of giving it to Michelle to take down, but then decided not to take that chance. I would be giving Michelle some power. I did not want that."

But enough talk – get busy lover – and yes I said make love, not just service My pussy. You have my permission to touch and kiss every part of My body."