Chapter 1

Gwen was not really one of the insiders that had the ear or the eye of the board of directors for any one of a number of different reasons better suited to a confidential report with limited distribution.

She was the protégée of Sir Dennis and was rumored to be one of his special assistants for overnight business trips on extremely short notice. Sir Dennis had a thick file on her and he seldom shared that sort of thing with anyone unless there was some profit to be made outside the scope of normal business operations. She had an excellent educational background and her field experience in managing production was worthy of a full partner. Instead of that traditional track, she had been assigned to the headquarters rapid response squad as a senior representative for corporate interests.

There were not too many of her kind that reported directly to the board of directors.

The others were mostly elderly white men with grey hair and no concerns or worries about family or finances that would distract them from their only responsibility ... Their loyalty to the Corporation above all else.

She had almost been married a few years ago.

The man was a union manager and he had been recently promoted to the rank of chief negotiator for the tens of thousands of Corporation employees scattered across several countries making language skills of primary importance. She discovered early on that he had mastered almost a dozen different languages and was familiar with a dozen more in various degrees.

Dominic Singleton was half British and half Greek. He would often joke that the Greeks had the lower half of his body. She had been drawn to him because he was the type of male that would not take no for an answer. That worked well with her because she was typically undecided about almost everything in her life as far back as she could remember. Finally, she submitted to his persistence and let him mount her from behind in the stables behind the polo field like she was one of the female grooms with an eager pussy and not a single brain in her head.

In her own way, she liked that sort of submissiveness because it eliminated all the “maybe yes, maybe no” attitude that plagued her with her fickle nature. It actually pleased her to obey his commands to “bend over” or to “get on your knees” issued with a stern tone of voice and a no-nonsense demeanor. Her younger sister Gloria told her,

“You are crazy to listen to that man. He will use you, abuse you and when he is tired of you, he will simply drop you like a hot potato and tell you not to call him or talk to him without permission.”

Gwen was sharp enough to comprehend that possibility but it didn’t dissuade her from continuing to follow his orders because it suited her to do just that.

Dominic was divorced from his first wife.

He also had a daughter who was now eighteen years old and a real heartbreaker in her own right. The ex-wife’s name was Connie and the daughter’s name was Roberta. Gwen had met them both and didn’t like either of them. They pretended they didn’t know she was screwing Dominic and she saw no reason to vet them for their feelings of hostility toward her. They had a right to hold their own thoughts of such a nature and she did not want to interfere with their right to form their own opinion.

Gwen’s secretary Lizzie warned her that Roberta was not to be trusted because she had informed on several other female workers as being closet lesbians and far more distrustful of men than most “normal” females.

Recently, she had broken it off with Dominic because he was forced to resign his position due to several accusations of improper behavior with teenaged female immigrants now employed as full time workers for the corporation. He maintained his complete innocence, but she had personally seen physical evidence that implied his guilt.

She also had proof that the corporation had paid off the families of the accusers with funds taken from unreported earnings from assets seized from illegal border crossers that ranged from national treasures to stolen merchandise never recovered from some criminal endeavor. The slush fund was a well-known fact to the corporate masters and to the special employees that functioned as internal security and a private police force.

Gwen was an unofficial Captain in that force and she handled a number of delicate missions for the board of directors. Her personal relationships with a select few of the bosses were merely a cover for her activities. She had a bad reputation that shielded her from scrutiny of her actual intentions. She actually enjoyed fostering her “Bad Girl” image because it gave her the cover she needed to push her investigative agenda to the edge of the envelope. It gave her a feeling of “winning” that was almost as good as a nice orgasm in the midnight hours.

In a way, she was relieved when Dominic decided to relocate to the Island of Cyprus because he would not be in her hair to screw up her future missions with his caustic interference. He was nice to have around when things got so boring that sex was the only answer to put an end to the monotony of life without a purpose. Besides, his perverted side was just the sort of spice that she needed to make her sit up and take notice when he got her down into one of his favorite positions.

In fact, two of the girls accusing him of improper behavior were originally from the Turkish sector on Cyprus and the sore point that they were both only seventeen did not help him in his attempts to mollify the authorities. Apparently, the sweet young things that looked like Parisian fashion models were sold to Dominic by their families to find them gainful employment unavailable in their home towns. The bottom line there was that the families needed the funds for bankrupt relatives that had been ruined by the downturned economy.

She had spoken to both of them in different scenarios to collect the facts of the case and determined both girls at various times were stretched across her Dominic’s sturdy wooden desk and he forcefully introduced his personal system of testing the depth of their desire to work for the corporation. Both of the girls confirmed that Dominic had not only relieved them of their virginal status but he had also taken both anal cherries. Unfortunately, one of them with the name of Katarina struggled to find the correct words to describe his demands for her full cooperation. The poor girl was so emotional about her session on Dominic’s desk that she stuttered like a machine gun gone wild to describe the moment of truth when he had stretched her never entered sphincter in a way that she would remember forever.

Still, Gwen got the gist of her report and it was all she needed to confirm her decision to cut all ties with the union leader for all time.

The girl’s verified pregnancy was reputedly the result of frequent desktop escapades all recorded in the camera system instituted by the security section that reported directly to Gwen. She had not turned that evidence over to the board of directors as yet because of Dominic’s departure and her hidden feelings for him despite his unforgivable transgression against the moral code of normal society and her own personal sense of betrayal.

Strangely, a similar situation was becoming known at their Nuclear Power Facility not far from the playgrounds of the rich and famous on the French Riviera and she was being sent to put out the flames of the unwanted publicity that might reduce the value of the corporation stock shares at a time when the economy was just beginning to pick up once again.

She made an effort to get settled in an average hotel on the beachfront strip in Nice and wore the oversized sunglasses that were all the rage these days like some tourist with a yen to get up close to the film stars that frequented the restaurants and shops of the upscale area.

It seemed to work well and she was virtually ignored much to her chagrin instead of her approval. Still, it was nice to sit at an outdoor table and have an afternoon libation without the annoyance of press questions or paparazzi hovering at her elbow. The waiter was a charming man with the usual line of flirtation that he probably saved for all the foreign tourist females with no male companion at their beck and call. After a spirited conversation, she allowed him to talk his way up to her hotel room to check out the quality of her snack and drink bar to make sure she wasn’t being ripped off by lazy management. It was amusing to her to hear his charming patter that actually made her quite wet between her legs. She especially liked the fact he made no pretension at all of checking the room bar but guided her directly to the big circular bed that looked out on the veranda and the romantic waters of the sea just beyond.

The waiter’s name was Henri and he spoke English with a French accent that kept her wet down below like some aphrodisiac formula that stirred her female juices like a quality blender on high.

His thumbs were like steel hooks pulling her panties down so expertly that she didn’t even know they were off her legs until she saw them right next to the velvet pillow. She was completely discombobulated because his knob-head was already knocking on her vaginal door and she wanted to open it so badly that she lost all track of time and space. The next sensation was that she was floating similar to a weightless object in space and each time Henri bottomed out in her desperately quivering female grotto of pleasure she felt her sensitive sphincter tighten up like it was expecting a fast approaching tornado of physical release.

It was even better than she had hoped it to be and she rested with her legs spread wide open in an ongoing invitation for him to continue whenever he had the urge.

Her eyelids were getting heavy when she felt him turning her over and she knew it was the moment of truth for her seldom visited anal charms and the secret passageway that she liked to keep private from new lovers and other strangers whenever possible.

There was no denying Henri his way with her defenseless ass cheeks and he spread them wide with simple movement and she was spitted on his manhood like some animal in the forest surrounded by hunters on all sides. She wanted to tell him to go slowly but he was already moving at all ahead slow in a way that would result in certain orgasm sooner rather than later much to her infinite approval.

After that, they showered together like bosom buddies and she got right down on her knees and gave him her best blow job hoping that he would remember her above all the other silly tourist females that had fallen to his much-used line designed to charm the panties off their hips and make them pant like silly little animals when he was pumping with vigor up on top.

The wake-up call came early the next morning and it was time for her to go outside the hotel and jump into the limo taking her to the Nuclear Facility with as little pomp and circumstance as humanly possible in the scheme of things.