Tycoon
Chapter 69

Copyright© 2009 by Raven Soule

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 69 - A lottery win leads to a new life, women, assassination attempts and slaves. Suddenly I am living in 'interesting times'.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Consensual   Slavery   Incest   Mother   Sister   Daughter   Spanking   Light Bond   Harem   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Slow  

Elastic's people took two days to open the vibrator, they were surprised that it wasn't booby-trapped in any way. Inside they found thirty micro SD flash drives, each sixteen gigabytes. Karolina cracked the encryption in moments.

"She just silly arse girl not do know how do it proper," Karolina explained. Sasha and I studied the contents of the first of the cards. Financial records, gigabytes of financial records. They went back years, the earliest were photocopies of ledger pages. Even if we could only use a hundredth of the records on this one card, we'd be able to damage Rae's organisation beyond repair.

"We need an accountant we can trust," said Sasha as she paged through the directory listing of the spreadsheet files.

"How about Nigel," I suggested.

Sasha frowned for a moment, "Oh, that Nigel. Do you think he's reliable?" she asked.

I thought about this for a moment. Since he'd taken over as my accountant, he and his team had been brilliant. They'd accepted that I didn't want stringent financial controls; I let my people use their company credit cards as they wanted too. Nigel admitted that doing it my way was a lot cheaper than accounting for every penny they spent. And no one spent a lot either.

"I think he'll be OK, he's come along wonderfully since we got rid of his old boss." We both smiled as we remembered that incident. "Anyway, if he isn't the right person, perhaps he'll know who is."

Then we kissed. Sasha slipped her blouse off and we kissed again, and made slow sweet love.

"Boss," called Elastic. She held out a newspaper, a local Cumbrian paper.

'8 dead in farmhouse fire' the headline cried. I stood up and took the paper, "Thanks Elastic," I muttered.

Rae's farmhouse, together it seems with most, if not all, of her security team, had been ravaged by fire yesterday.

I sat and thought about this, I thought long and hard about the implications, not only of the fire itself, but also the eight deaths. Now I wasn't overly concerned about those who'd died. I know that they'd have quite happily killed me if they'd had the chance. No, I think someone's sending a message. A 'this is what happens if you fuck with me' type of message.

I'm sure that punishment for letting me take Rae was part of the reason for their deaths, but the main reason for the method of their deaths had to be a warning. That the one who'd done this would not hesitate to kill, not only me, but everyone I knew too.

The law held no worries for these people. They weren't above the law, they were the law.

Elastic and Sasha were looking at me, both a little worried.

"Bitten off more than we can chew, Boss?" asked Elastic.

I smiled at her, "Elastic, how do you eat an elephant?" I asked.

"Fuck me, the Boss's going all Zen on us. I don't know Boss, how do you eat an elephant?"

"One mouthful at a time, Elastic, one at a time."

Elastic though about this for a moment, then smiled, "So that's how we eat the Huntleys eh Boss, one at a time."

I nodded, "One at a time." I agreed.

I had a feeling, deep inside, deep in my bones; a war was coming. The things that had happened so far were only skirmishes, we were coming up to the war. Huntley wouldn't just let me destroy his family one by one. He'd fight back hard. He'd use all of the resources at his disposal, and those resources included the UK's police forces.

I hadn't wanted this fight, I'd tried to let it die down, but for some reason, a reason that became even more important to find, Huntley wouldn't let go. For some reason he wanted to destroy me.

And I didn't know that reason.

But this financial goldmine might suggest one. The secret I haven't been able to find might be hidden in these memory cards.

I'd made my decision, if war was coming we'd prepare for war. We'd secure our assets and protect our friends. We would take chaos and mayhem to our enemies.

"Get Nigel Williams over here today," I said, a determination in my voice that had never been there before. "Bring his wife if he has one, family too, whoever is important to him." I had steel in my spine, usually I coated it with a soft lining. Now the real me was emerging again. The Frosty that toured Northern Ireland during the height of the troubles was coming back.

And Frosty was pissed off.


Nigel looked at the spreadsheets for nearly thirty seconds, "You need my Mum," he said.

"Your Mum," repeated Sasha.

"Yeah," Nigel smiled, "she's a forensic accountant and a really good one." He smiled. "Not that the people she's put behind bars would agree with me though."

"Get her here. Is she busy at the moment?" I asked.

Nigel's face clouded, "You ought to know," he paused, worry plain on his face. "She's not really flavour of the month with the big banks at the moment. She says they're trying to cover up some major embezzlements as loses from the sub-prime failures. The banks are trying to shut her up, in any way that they can."

Nigel looked downcast, "I'll understand if you don't want me working on your account anymore," he said.

This boy, good at his job as he was, was just a whipped puppy, expecting the worse from any circumstance. I wondered what, or who, had beaten him so low.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, boy. I like you," I said, perhaps a little too gruffly. "Anyway don't you and your family want a holiday in the French countryside?"

"Well, err..." he started.

"Don't tell me you didn't bring your family!" I was almost in despair at him.

He just shook his head, "We thought it was just one of those offers that weren't supposed to be accepted," he said blushing furiously.

"Well, the jet has got to go to England again anyway, I want your Mum here as soon as possible. We'll see if she's as good as you say she is."

"Oh she is, Sir. Good, she's much better than that, she really is world class, that's why the banks let her look at their books." He was obviously proud of his dear old Mum. "That's why there's all this trouble now."

I turned to Sasha to see her putting her mobile phone away, "Jet's on its way back to Luton and I've had a quick word with Mrs Williams, she'll make sure that Priscilla and David will come too."

"Priscilla and David, your wife and son?" I asked.

Nigel nodded.

"OK, I suppose we wait for them then. Let's go to the pool, it's a lot more comfortable out there. Cecy probably will want to rearrange your rooms too." I spoke as I rose and locked away the memory chips. These were more valuable than diamonds to me.

"Oh there's no need to go to any trouble..." Nigel hurriedly said.

"Yes, Nigel, there is. I'm sure that you don't want to be right next door to your Mum when you and your wife are having a little time together."

"Not like you when you did me on the dining room table at dinner time," said Sasha with a laugh. "And my step-mum and dad were having dinner at the time too."

Now I seem to remember that it was she who 'did' me on the table, not the other way round. Do you think I was going to remind her of the true version of events? No way, not a hope. I like having sex regularly. And I need a set of balls to continue that activity. And Sasha has some very blunt knives, she told me so.

"Anyway," I said, "you can meet the Screaming Monkeys. They're stopping here too."

"Ha ha ha, Screaming Monkeys, yes..." Nigel's voice faded into nothing as he realised I wasn't joking. "Oh," he said with a gulp, "they really are here aren't they?"

I nodded.

Taking him by the elbow I guided Nigel out of my office and out to the poolside. Nina was relaxing in the pool, just hanging onto the poolside with her chin resting on the edge.

"Oh my, what a lovely pool, it's such a pity I don't have my trunks," said Nigel, babbling a little.

"Oh, that's alright," said Nina as she effortlessly lifted her naked body out of the water, "we don't allow swimsuits in this pool at all."

She ran her hands over her lithe body sending water splashing everywhere, her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she brushed the water drops from her breasts. Nigel didn't seem to know where to look. He obviously admired her young slim form; his body's reaction told us that.

Umber came running out to attend me; Nigel had been transfixed by Nina's sensuality, Umber's pure sexuality almost made him collapse. He staggered a little and caught hold of a lounger on which he sat. Umber watched him as she knelt beside me.

"PAUL!" Gerald's call made us all turn together, "you've got to listen to this." Gerald and JJ came running over with their guitars. They sat on the edge of a lounger and began the intro to 'June'.

"That's from Friends!" said Nigel, stunned at actually hearing two of the Screaming Monkeys playing, if not just for him, then just for the small group he was in.

Nigel looked round at us, I could see him make the connection, this was a group he was in, not with, but in. He started relaxing a little.

"I bought the CD for my wife's birthday. I gave it to her just before I flew out here." He looked round at us, "Well I didn't know if I'd be back in time or not."

"When is Priscilla's birthday, Nigel?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, tomorrow," he said with a smile as he remembered something private, something shared between them I supposed.

I saw JJ nod at Gerald, I suspected that they were going to give Priscilla their own birthday present. I wondered if anyone other than Priscilla and Nigel would be invited.


Beatrice Williams stood tall and proud. Though now carrying a lot more weight than she should, I could see the athletic youth she used to be. Her daughter-in-law, Priscilla, seemed tiny beside her. Nigel held his son, David's, hand. They all looked a little nervous as they gawped at the Chateau. Cecy urged them forward toward the main doors.

Cecy and Nigel had gone to fetch them from the airport, Sasha and I wanted a quiet discussion about Nigel's future. As with all of my other dealings I preferred not to give money away as profit for other people. The only major company function that I didn't actually own was accountancy. I wanted to bring Nigel and his team 'in house' as it were. Sasha could also see a function for his mother too. Sasha's Nigel had heard of Mrs Williams. She was a freelance forensic accountant and had been used by a number of large institutions to their advantage over the years. However, since the credit crunch when she said that she'd uncovered embezzlement in a number of the larger banks, her reputation had suffered.

My idea had started out simple, buy out the accountancy firm that we used, split off the bits that we wanted for our own and let the former boss run the rest of the firm making a profit for me.

Sasha had smiled, not her 'he's an idiot' smile, but a nicer 'poor boy' smile. Then she'd gone on to explain all of the problems with my idea. When we'd finished we had a plan that we both thought would work. Sasha had her Nigel set the wheels in motion.

Sasha and I stepped forward to greet our new guests. "Hello Mrs Williams, Mrs Williams, David," I said with a smile. "You must call me Paul."

Mrs Williams, the elder, smiled, I knew instantly that Cecy had primed them with the 'call me Paul' thing. I glared at Cecy while she just smiled sweetly back.

Mrs Williams, the elder, held out her hand and we shook. "Yes Sir," she said.

"Cecy, darling! I can see a spanking in your future!" I growled.

"Promises! All I ever get are promises," said Cecy as she swept through the doors.

I held out my hand to Mrs Williams, the younger, "Hello, please call me Paul."

She gulped, a real 'gulp'. She too had been told about the 'call me Paul' but obviously didn't know what to do. Sasha really should have taken notice of where the sun was shining when she stood behind me, giving a double thumbs up sign to Priscilla, I could see her shadow quite clearly. Priscilla looked at her and then, timidly, said, "Yes Sir."

"SASHA!" I turned to my lady love.

"Yes darling," she answered as she melted against me, pressing her body against mine. "Are you going to spank me too?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me, "Please..."

"Stop corrupting these innocents," I spluttered in exasperation.

"What, you don't want to screw on the dining room table anymore?" she asked. She turned to Priscilla, "He actually did me on the dining room table while the others had dinner, the beast!"

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, in my defence. There was nothing to say, truth had been converted to Sasha's memories of the event. She'd never believe anyone else who tried to correct her.

I gave up and waved everyone in. As Nigel passed me I gave him the best advice I could, "Don't get married, bring your kids up the same way."

"I heard that!" called Sasha.

"Do you often drop in the poo like this?" asked Nigel.

"He does it all the time," Sasha answered for me.

"Oh boy," commiserated Nigel.

"I heard that," called Priscilla.

"You too?" I asked.

"Yeap." He answered.

Male bonding at its best.


"What! ... but that's..." Bee, (Don't call me Betty or I'll smack you one!) Williams sat looking through the records on the first SD card.

She reached forward obviously her hand targeting something in its usual place on her desk. But this wasn't her desk.

She looked up, "I need pens, pencils, foolscap pads, A4 pads and an electronic calendar capable of going back, oh ... fifteen years or so."

Aline placed a tray of pens, pencils, markers, rulers and everything Bee could need before she'd finished speaking. Ela switched on the PCs second screen and opened the calendar.

"Thanks..." Bee's voice trailed off as she was lost in thought. I could see difficulties with Bee. She was like me, she'd work until exhaustion set in. Well I had a cure for that, "JULIA!" I called.

Julia came and knelt by my side, "My Master?" she said.

"Bee," I waited. "BEE!" I called.

"Oh, err ... yes," she obviously wanted to turn back to the PC screen and her beloved spreadsheets, the world in which she came to life.

"I'm leaving Julia with you. She'll look after you, but you must listen to her. And I warn you that if you work for too long then she'll wee all over your notes." I was serious about this.

"Julia dear girl, look after Mistress Bee as you would look after me. She is to rest often and eat regularly, even if she doesn't come to the dining room to eat with the rest of us. And she's to have two hours of pool time a day, in daylight too!" I was quite firm with my girl.

Bee looked at me then at Julia. "You're naked," Bee gasped.

"Yes mistress, I'm a slave." Julia replied.

"What!" Bee couldn't believe what she'd heard.

"Oh yes mistress. I am enslaved to the Baron Paul," she looked at me with that adoring gaze again. I really did prefer the 'I love you' look that she always gave me previously.

"No collar or anything?" Bee asked a little facetiously.

"My Master saw fit to raise me in status and he said I'm to have a new collar. It is being made for me." Pride radiated from Julia and we could almost bask in its heat.

"You're not really going to widdle on my notes are you?" Bee asked with a laugh.

"You're not really going to work too long are you?" Julia replied seriously.

"Oh," Bee looked really uncertain now. "Paul..."

 
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