by Farrah Paige
I got really on top of work and had some extra time. Something I had seen in the boys’ portfolio bothered me. It was one of those things that you sort of half-see, but your brain kind of doesn’t acknowledge right away. Then, later, as I worked, it started to bubble to the surface of my mind.
So I went back into their portfolio to take a closer look. KDLM has procedures when it comes to moving money. Normally, when a client’s funds are moved, you can only move them a certain way. The client needs to approve them or they have to give you permission to move funds under specific circumstances. It looked as if the money was moved without any of that or that maybe the permission was gained, but never recorded. I called in Klaus Neuman, one of my employees, for some clarification on the process.
“Yes Ms. Braun?” said Klaus entering. “You wanted to see me about something?”
“Yes, Klaus. See this account?” I said turning my computer screen toward him. “It looks like funds were moved without the clients’ permission or without following proper procedure.”
“I’m sure it’s just an oversight,” he dismissed. “We have hundreds of accounts and sometimes that happens.”
“Seems kind of sloppy,” I noted. “Are you telling me that KDLM’s clients regularly have money moved without their permission?”
“Well, uh, no,” he stammered. “It’s just that, when clients give us permission to move monies under certain circumstances, each client’s instructions are unique. Consequently, we have hundreds, perhaps thousands of default positions. And sometimes our clients leave us with incomplete instructions under enormous time deadlines. We have to make decisions. I’m sure that’s probably what happened here. Why? Did someone complain?”
“You might say that,” I said. “I want you to examine what happened in this case. Do some digging and come back to me immediately.”
“But Ms. Braun,” he said gingerly. “Our workload is already quite substantial and I’m working with some clients––forgive me for saying––with substantially large sums of capital. Perhaps I could assign this to an underling, I––”
“No, Klaus, you will do it,” I insisted. “I need someone that understands the inner workings of KDLM. I may have to explain to these gentlemen what happened to their money. The last thing we need is some lawyer poking around this and finding out we’re in breech.”
“I’m sure that won’t happen,” assured Klaus. “We have many clauses in our contracts to protect the company. No one’s even tried to sue us.”
“There’s a first time for everything, Klaus,” I informed him. “Get to it. Start digging and get back to me.”
“Right away, Ms. Braun,” he demurred, bowing slightly.
Klaus exited my office. He had been standing right where Liam fucked me. I had sprayed some room deodorant, just in case, but I wanted my carpets cleaned and the office deep cleaned by maintenance. I put in a request via email.
As I continued with other work, I wondered what the boys were thinking of me. Surely they must think I was crazy, but I also sensed that on one level, we were on the same page. Definitely Leo was into the group scene. Europeans were much more open minded about such things. However, the Americans, I had to wonder.
But if the boys stayed in Berlin, could I even make things work? Surely the six of them all have their own lives and own interests. Having a relationship with six men or any six individuals sounds like that would be herding cats. I decided to do a little research on polyamorous relationships.
Online, I read about groups in relationships. Most of the women were with two or three men, but there were some that were as high as four or five. I could not find any with as many as six men. I assumed that the logic that applied to the smaller groups, would apply to mine.
Open communication was the key. Yes, sexual compatibility was important, but without honesty you had nothing. It just seemed like the same sort of common-sense advice you’d hear for anyone in a relationship.
But I was getting ahead of myself. I wasn’t in a relationship and I didn’t know if I wanted to be. Who were these men? Yes, they were handsome and satisfying, but who were they inside? Were they good people? Did they share my values? I’m an ambitious go-getter looking to make my mark in the corporate world. I didn’t have time to hold hands with a man-boy that can’t get his life together. They did have investments at KDLM, but their portfolio had shrunk considerably. Unlike their cocks.
I’m sure they have other business interests. Most clients at KDLM had dozens of such companies handling their money. A diverse portfolio is important to any investor.
It was coming up on five o’clock and I was getting ready to leave for the day. My output was incredible. I had gotten so much work done. My focus and energy had led to me clearing my plate on a lot of projects I was letting meander. I definitely deserved a reward and I couldn’t think of a better one than getting fucked by those six weirdos again.
I grabbed my purse and double checked that maintenance was going to clean the office. Punching the phone numbers in from the post-it note, I had all six of them in my phone. It had been a long time since any man’s phone number ended up on my contact list for personal reasons. Now I went from none to six. Who to call first was the question and how to get all six together.
Aiden seemed like he was the leader. I guess that’s why I fucked him first. Leo, on the other hand, was definitely into the group sex. He’d be more likely to not try and just keep me to himself. What do I say exactly? “Hey, Leo, how about you and your friends fuck the shit out of me again?” It was direct and to the point, but lacked subtly. And while it was true, it was the sexual fantasy I had always dreamed of, I wouldn’t mind a little dating on the side. I didn’t want to be treated like a side of meat all the time, just when I wanted to be.
But my decision turned out to be moot, because when I got downstairs I spotted a limo and all six guys waiting for me.
“Well, this is a coincidence,” I smiled. “I was just going to call you.”
“Excellent,” said Aiden. “Why don’t you hop into the limo? We’re going out tonight.”
“Really? Where are we going?” I asked.
“Lots of places,” assured Aiden. “First, we’ll start with dinner. Hungry?”
“Famished,” I replied.
Chapter 15
Dag
Elrica got into the limo with us. There was a bit of a shoving match to see who would sit next to her. Logan and Liam won out. They were the least insecure, so I was fine to sit across from her. Better view anyway.
“So are we going to Oktoberfest?” she asked.
“Beer gardens are so gauche, don’t you think?” I said. “Drunken Germans, steins of beer and pretzels––it’s more like an American frat party, I think.”
“Yeah,” added Leo. “We wanted to take you some place more intimate with wine. Have you been to Arpeggio’s?”
“No, but I’ve heard of it,” she said. “My colleagues tell me it’s one of the best places in Berlin to get Italian food. But we most go to Oktoberfest later. I have an affection for such…frat boy antics. Like pissing on a building.”
“Your wish is our command, Elrica,” Aiden said, pouring us all drinks in the limo. “But dinner first.”
We were burning up some of our remaining credit, but it was worth it to impress Elrica. Besides, a woman like her was used to the finer things even if her tastes were low brow.
Entering Arpeggio’s, we were seated in a private room at a large table. Again, there was a battle for the spaces next to her, but in the end it was Aiden and Leo. I still preferred to admire her beauty from a better vantage point.
Elrica was sultry, even through dinner. Her sensual lips bit down on her veal scaloppini, followed by her tongue licking a bit of the sauce on her fork. Was it arousing to me or was it my own internal bias? Did I see her for who she was or what I wanted her to be? I did not know or care at the moment. Her allure kept me captivated. I was like a fish hypnotized by an angler’s lure.
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br /> “There is something I must tell you all,” she said about half way through dinner.
She was looking at her wine glass, trying to think of the words.
“I’ve looked into your portfolio,” she confessed. “I believe there may have been some irregularities. I’m having one of my employees look into it.”
Aiden dismissed it and with it, our money.
“In the world of business, that’s how the game is played,” he said. “I’m sure you and KDLM did everything you could.”
Did she? Perhaps this was her plan? For all he knew, she took our money. My instinct told me this was not true. But could I trust my own judgment when I was so smitten by this angel? Perhaps she had somehow lured us into this trap. But there was no way she could have known we would travel to Berlin to piss on her building. Could this have been a spur-of-the-moment decision? Did she steal our money and then, recognizing us at the lobby––shocked by the scene––dropping her purse, not because we were pissing on the building, but because she recognized us?
“What did you find out?” I prodded.
“KDLM has certain fail safes. There are checks and balances to make sure that when your investment money is moved around, we either have your direct approval or we have your permission to make decisions on your money’s behalf,” she explained. “No one signed off on certain permissions. It may have been an oversight, but––”
“Enough work talk,” said Liam, mildly annoyed. “We’re not here to talk business, we’re here to talk pleasure.”
Aiden made eye contact with me. He gave me a disapproving looking. He wanted me to stop this line of questioning. I guess he was anxious to get Elrica naked again. He was a fool. A woman like Elrica has no problem with that once she chooses you. We would not have to “seduce” her. She would either want sex or not and only a blind fool would say she wouldn’t end up getting fucked again by all of us tonight.
The Irish brothers were, I knew deep down, fools. Don’t get me wrong, they were my friends. I like them, but they lived in a whirlwind of chaos. It was why we were broke. It was usually up to me to concoct the next scam or to get money for what the group needed. I had arranged the hotel and the free drinks. It was just something I would do. Why pay for something when you could get it for free?
That was definitely not the attitude of someone like Elrica. Sure, she thought we were fun, while the champagne flowed and the limo rides came. She would definitely not participate in a scheme to defraud this restaurant of the money for these meals and drinks. She was a business executive and couldn’t afford to be tainted with that kind of scandal. Not only that, it was clear she had plenty of money.
The old me, the me from yesterday would be lining her up as a mark. Especially, if she were a middle-aged divorcee. I would seduce her––perhaps with the help of the boys––and then take her for thousands, maybe more. I would not leave her penniless or anything like that, but I would wet my beak, so to speak. When someone has money, they should share it.
And I’m sure she would get her money’s worth from us.
But just as I would take advantage of an older woman, it was this young woman who could take advantage of me. And I would happily give all I have to her just to bask in her glow and sink my manhood deep inside her again.
Another reason I sat opposite of her was that as these thoughts filled my head, I became aroused. Several times during the course of the dinner, I found myself with a very stiff erection. It would be that much better later when I found sweet release inside one of her holes.
“I really like Oktoberfest,” said Logan to her. “Maybe that sounds very tourist of me, unlike the sophisticated Europeans over here.”
Logan gestured to Leo and I. He was playing the humble country bumpkin and it was working for him. It was a role that suited him. For me, I could never stoop that low. I was too urbane and sophisticated. That shtick was old.
“German beers are just amazing,” Logan continued. “Plus, I have been to a beer garden, but not one in Germany. I hear they’re great.”
“Oh, they are,” said Elrica. “Oktoberfest is like one big party. It a time for Germans to let their hair down. Right boys?”
“Ja, ja,” agreed Leo.
I just smiled. I was trying to stay mostly neutral on the point. I wanted to maintain my air of sophistication amongst the group. And while it was true that Oktoberfest was a great deal of fun, it was hardly an intimate setting like this one. It was more drunken debauchery than anything.
“I shall be your hostess and tour guide,” Elrica announced. “You will see Germany in a whole new light afterwards, I promise.”
The only light I wanted to see was the light that danced across her naked body. Initiating sex with a woman I already had sex with was normally easy. With mutual attractions, the signals are simple, direct and to the point. It was complicated before that, but once a woman had sex with you, she was usually ready at any time. The hardest time was the first, but after that she’d be okay for weeks.
With the other five guys here, it was much more complicated. We were competing over the conversation, trying to vie for her attention. Every little comment about the food or Germany or Oktoberfest was met with over enthusiasm and a lead-in to the next part of the conversation. We were schoolboys trying to impress her. I tried to stay above it all, but I also had to compete, lest she mistake my manly presence for lack of interest.
With dinner finished and Elrica agreeing to be our guide, it was decided that we would take her to a dance club. Berghain & Panorama Bar, otherwise known as the Church of Techno, was the obvious choice. Anyone that was anyone in Berlin dance there. Fortunately, I had an in and could get us inside.
Chapter 16
Logan
Berlin is crazy. I mean, these Germans may look uptight, but get a few beers in them and they go nuts. We arrived at the Church of Techno or whatever it was. The beat was pumpin’ and everyone was dancing.
This was a venue I would excel at! Besides have a kickin’ bod thanks to my regular workouts, I had taken plenty of dance lessons. Not only that, I just liked dancing. You had to have rhythm in your soul to really be a good dancer. My brothers just didn’t have it.
We entered and got a spot. Aiden and I went to the bar to get some drinks. When we realized the bartender didn’t speak English, we waved over Leo so he could translate. As usual, everyone got something different. I wish, just once, that when I went to a club with a group of people they’d just ordered the same God damned drink on the first round. Who gets a Mojito, but with a twist? Who gets a Manhattan, with rocks on the side? Can we all just get a Rum and Coke so we don’t have forty fucking glasses to bring back to our spot?
There was an insane amount of girls in this club too. That was the trick, you see. When you’re with a girl in a club and she takes you where there are plenty of other hot chicks––you’d better pay attention to her. She catches your roving eye on the ass of some other hot piece and you are done. I thought for sure Leo would look away.
Leo played that guy that looked like he didn’t care, but he did. I get that move. I’ve been that guy. It’s much harder to play when you walk into a club with six to one odds to begin with. This wasn’t that play. It was about competing for Elrica’s immediate attention. Aiden, as always, had gotten first dibs.
Aiden was older and smarter. He knew the score. Getting the drinks for everyone gave him the first point. He was on the board and now the rest of us had to play catch up. But I knew that Aiden didn’t really like nightclubs. They were too loud for him and he needed to be able to talk to work is magic. I didn’t talk much, so shouting over the music was fine with me.
Rogan was mostly out of his element here. His usually move in these situations was to watch what I do and then do the same thing with the girl he was with. This time, he was stuck. If he waited until I made my move, he couldn’t do the same thing with Elrica!
Liam was just nuts. There were two courses of action for him. He’d either sulk be
cause no one was paying any attention to him (a bad strategy in the loud club) or he’d do something totally nuts. I think he was dithering between trying his brooding artist routine and whatever crazy thing he was imagining. Who knows? Maybe he needed a few more drinks to do the crazy thing. The point is, it wasn’t happening.
Dag couldn’t help himself. A club like this provided a wide opportunity for him to relieve people of their wallets. I could tell, he was scoping it out. In his brain, I could tell he was telling himself, “No, no, you can’t do that here. You’re on a date. Focus. Focus.” At one point, he couldn’t help himself. When the bottle service girl walked by, he managed to slip off one of the bottles from her tray. It was so noisy and the tray was already so heavy, she didn’t notice. Dag sat the bottle between us and Elrica laughed.
The problem here, for me, was that all of us were either focused on Elrica herself, or focused on doing something to impress her. The club might as well have been filled with men or monkeys––for the six of us, the only woman in the place was Elrica.
It was now or never. Time to make my move before Dag or Aiden could capitalize on theirs!
“Come on, Elrica,” I said grabbing her by the hand. “Let’s dance!”
It was a simple but effective move. Elrica got up to dance with me and the guys had no clue how to react. This group date thing changed the rules. While they were trying to figure out if they should join us on the dance floor or try to cut in after a few minutes, Elrica and I were dancing.
As always, Elrica did everything the sexiest way possible. She wasn’t just dancing with me. She was grinding into me and feeling my chest and arms. Elrica got really close to me and I could smell her perfume. But what she didn’t realize and the guys were only suspecting, I was making a second move.
I was slowly dancing her toward the restrooms. You had to figure, a chick crazy enough to host a gangbang in her office was definitely the kind of club girl that would get it on in a bathroom stall. All I had to do was to dance her in and I’m sure our sweaty bodies would do the rest.