Chapter 2

That’s it, no more gambling for me, Kathy Ward vowed as she hit the computer key which would send $100,000 to Sammy the Loan Shark. This payment will finally get that son of a bitch paid off. Who cares if I had to raid a dormant account to do it? Although the 35 year old bank manager didn’t feel good about using her position to raid the account, she rationalized it by telling herself that it wasn’t really stealing because the account had sat untouched for years, which was just what she needed. An account that hadn’t been assessed for so long it had been regarded as abandoned. Besides, just to be safe she had left $20,000 remaining in it. That way if somebody finally did show up to claim it, there would still be money in it and with luck the owner wouldn’t know exactly how much the account should have held.

Now, since it was Friday afternoon Kathy was looking forward to a relaxing weekend at home. However, a beep on her computer signalled an email. She opened it up without realising it would send her life spinning into a topsy-turvy nightmare.

“I know what you just did. You oughta be punished for stealing from an unused account. In fact, I’m thinking of turning you right now because I hear the bank offers a big reward for anyone who reports a theft. And I bet the owners would be extremely grateful for my actions, especially when they learn it’s one of their managers.”

Kathy gulped and in a wave of panic almost choked on the water she’d been sipping on. She hurriedly re-read the ominous message and furtively looked around her office, as if expecting someone to jump out of the woodwork. She felt relieved, at least for a second, when she realized that she was all alone because the other staff had already left for the weekend. Then she returned her attention to the message. She frantically cursed herself for doing such a risky thing and wondered how it could have been detected. It didn’t seem possible because she had been so careful and even did the transactions herself lest a staff member discover what she was up to.

“Damn,” she swore. “I should have known better, realized it was too big a risk but now it’s been done and I’ve been caught.

From his chair in the mailroom, Jeremy Slater watched Kathy’s reaction with a feeling of triumphant. He wasn’t the first to recruit a member to the Best Friends Club, that honor went to Billy, but he was still proud of his accomplishment. Kathy Ward was what he considered a blond bombshell. She was a five foot six blond and weighed 130 pounds with a curvaceous body that boasted an impressive set of boobs, narrow waist nice womanly hips and a hot looking ass. She was also his boss which would be an added benefit in their new friendship.

Being a lowly mail room clerk had its disadvantages but it also had its plus side. Since his job was easy nobody paid much attention to him unless they wanted their interoffice mail, he had plenty of free time. He usually used it to goof off, but since Billy had proudly announced he had a new best friend, Jeremy decided to put his spare time to better use. The right opportunity came one morning when he was dropping off mail in the executive domain and noticed Kathy’s office was vacant. As usual, nobody gave a shit when he pushed his cart inside her office. After he plopped a pack of envelopes on her desk he closed the office door and went to work. Within minutes he installed three miniature, high resolution cameras with audio capability in key spots around her office.

At first it had been boring to watch the object of his affection work on routine banking matters but he did get an occasional bonus. Like the time he was able to see her big naked tits when she changed from her running outfit for something more suitable for the office. Then, he hit the jack pot when he overheard telephone conversations between her and somebody who kept demanding immediate payment of a loan. Jeremy listened with excitement to Kathy making fervent promises to pay the mysterious caller back as fast as she could, even if it meant raiding a dormant account to do so. Fuck, she runs a bank and is in deep shit with a loan shark. How lucky can I get? Jeremy rubbed his hands in glee.