THE COMPLETE TIERS CHRONICLES

by S. Pratt

  The waitress brings my coffee to the table and gazes adoringly at me. It never gets old. I know I have a very boyish face, even for someone in their late twenties. The dirty blonde hair and dimples make a cute package – I know this because my mother always told me so. I must admit I’m quite the opportunist and use my looks to my advantage any chance I get.

  I give the girl a wink and slip her my card as she makes to leave our table. She’s cute in a very sorority kind of way. There are a few freckles that dance across the bridge of her nose and I can tell she would be quite shy in the bedroom. I like the thought of this. Frigid girls make me hot. Her lips part in surprise at me giving her my number. She smiles shyly and practically skips off to the barista station. I know she’s going to call me and I grin like a kid. The thought of her tight pussy lingers in my mind as I notice Felix crossing the street to come and join us.

  I don’t know Felix very well. The fact that we grew up in different countries has a lot to do with it. My side of the family has lived in America for the last eighty-one years, while his parents and grandparents stayed in London. As small children we used to see each other on summer holidays and Christmas time, but as adults we only meet when the company has me working out of the London office. We generally get along fine, but as Felix makes it to the curb and locks eyes with me I note the snarl that forms on his lips. It must have something to do with his potential indictment for embezzlement.

  Felix and I are not similar in any way. Despite the fact I use women for sex, ultimately I am a lover, not a hater. Felix on the other hand is brash, rude, manipulative, career driven and selfish to the point of having zero empathy for anyone other than himself. His shock of dark wavy hair makes him look like Satan’s spawn while I possess the colorings of an angel. I watch carefully for signs that he’s about to make a scene in public as he enters the brasserie and joins us at our table.

  ‘Felix, it’s good to see you as always.’ I try not to laugh at the clouds of thunder that roll across his black eyes.

  ‘Cut the crap, Jake. Just what the fuck did you think you were doing man? Was it the girl? Did she put you up to this? I can’t believe you sold out your own family!’ His voice is rising an octave with each word he shoots out of his mouth. I decide to tread carefully.

  ‘Let’s leave the girl out of the equation shall we. But what you’re saying is a little like the pot calling the kettle, isn’t it? I mean really, Felix. Weren’t you and Harold here about to relieve our family business of some of its funds as well?’ I sit back and watch their reactions. Harold glances nervously at Felix, but he remains impassive to my accusations.

  ‘Touchè. That may be so, but I certainly wouldn’t have indicted anyone else in the process. What you are unaware of, Jake, is that the account you withdrew from has a very sophisticated electronic tracking system attached to it. Didn’t you think anyone from accounts would notice? I mean fuck man, you may as well have posted a sign to your ass saying it was you who took the money.’ I can feel Felix’s exasperation hit me from across the table. I’m sure the color has drained from my face and the cocky look along with it.

  ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Harold stays silent, but a glint of happiness makes an appearance on his features.

  ‘All the transactions you made from the account you defrauded are going to be pretty darn visible to the guys in accounts within the next week. Sure, we’ll go down too because you were smart enough to have it grace our own personal accounts, but at the same time you just tied a noose around your neck. They’re going to know where all the transactions originated and whose company login code was used to access it. Right about now I’m guessing that yours is going to be top of that list.’

  I feel my mouth go dry and wonder briefly if I have time to flee the country before anyone at Went and Worth has time to point the finger at me and throw me to the sharks just like Harold and Felix.

  I snap myself out of my reverie and focus on Harold and Felix. The pair of them look smug beyond belief and I wonder just what they’re up to.

  ‘Why the hell are you telling me this? I mean, it’s not like it’ll help you, you’re both going down no matter what, so why the heads up?’

  ‘Because, you self-important jackass, there may still be a way to get us all out of this mess you put us in!’ Harold’s little dig at me is not unwarranted. I see my only option now is to hear what they have to say.

  ‘Alright, I’m listening.’

  ‘We have a very limited time frame. The data code that tracks all the monies going in and out of that account should surface in under a week. Now, Harold and I were going to relieve the company of its funds – but not from that account. Grandpa Jimmy has an account that is located on the company server, but is not linked to any of the business accounts. He’s been slowly syphoning money out of the business into that account for the last seven years. I overheard him one night on the phone when he was staying at our house after I had just finished college. I’m guessing no one else knows about it. Anyway, I started searching for it, and lo and behold, I find it. This account has been bleeding the company out of one million dollars a month – just sitting there and earning interest. I double checked and triple checked – there is no notification software on this account. Not just anyone would see the account though. It’s password protected and not linked to any of the others.’

  ‘That means there would be in excess of eighty four million dollars!’ I’m doing the math in my head, trying to figure out what this all means.

  ‘Much more than that old boy. Gramps is earning an impressive seven and a half percent on that money per annum. Go work that out,’ says Felix, clearly impressed with himself.

  I’m still confused. All of this information is making my head swim and I’m still trying to process whether I should just run now. I sip my coffee, glad of the momentary distraction.

  ‘What do you want me to do?’ I’m apprehensive as to whether I should trust them at all.

  ‘Well despite the fact you now think you have a hefty bank balance, the minute they discover who implemented the removal of funds from their accounts, they’re going to come looking for you. So untraceable bank account or not, it won’t be much good to you from a jail cell.’ Felix lets this statement hang in the air. He is waiting for me to submit, and I do.

  ‘What do you want me to do?’ His face cracks into a broad grin and he claps his hands together in delight.

  ‘I thought you’d never ask! Well, you’re the only one of us who still has access to the company’s computer mainframe. You need to go to the server on the twenty-first floor and log in to the database. I have access codes here and strict instructions on what to do.’ He slides an envelope across the table toward me and I tuck it into my jacket for later.

  ‘You’re also going to have to book plane tickets for the three of us to get out of the country. Best if you organize flights to France first as I have a contact there who can forge some passports for us. He’ll need about two days. In the envelope are three names – these will be our aliases once we leave London. Organize flights to a country that is not part of our extradition laws as we don’t want this coming back to bite us in the ass either.’

  ‘So you mean to leave London for good?’ I’m a little incredulous that he can just pick up and leave when this has been his home all his life. I guess money will do that to people.

  ‘I’m not missing anything here, Jake. The old man’s a prick, ma’s been dead a long while, the wife’s a bitch and the weather is crap. Don’t worry about me; I think I’m headed to something much better.’ Felix smirks and I drain the last dregs of my coffee as he and Harold get up to leave. Felix is just about at the door when he turns around and comes back to the table.

  ‘Oh, and Jake?’

  I raise my eyebrows in question.

  ‘Don’t even think about crossing me again. And one last thing – make sure our final destination is somewhere hot.’ His threat is clear as it hisses out of his mouth. I watch him
leave for good this time and wonder where I’ll be in a week’s time.

  As I stand to leave, the waitress I slipped my card to is coming towards me. She’s no longer in her work uniform and looks like she is eager to leave with me.

  ‘Do you want to come with me?’

  ‘Yes.’ She is a little breathless and excited. I nod, I like her answer.

  ‘What’s your name honey?’

  ‘It’s Beth.’

  ‘Well Beth, have you ever been to the Dorchester Hotel?’ She shakes her head no. ‘Well perhaps it’s time you did?’

  ‘I um … yeah, I really want to go with you,’ she says shyly. God, this girl is practically begging me for it. I take her by the hand and head off in the direction of my parked car. It’s time for a little fun.

  Three

  I let Beth trail behind me as I walk towards the door of the suite. The receptionist booked us in on the seventh floor, which offers a spectacular view that I have no interest in. I hold the door open for her and she steps in timidly, biting her lower lip as she comes. She looks like your typical wall flower. Orange hair, freckles, pale skin and a shyness I just want to fuck out of her. She has no idea how hot she is and it’s refreshing compared to all the women I usually have throwing themselves at me. I let the door fall back into its recess and take a step towards her. Her breath catches in the back of her throat and it gives me a thrill to know that I am a little bit intimidating. I close in on her, like a hunter to its prey and her eyes widen with fright.

  ‘Do this often?’ I taunt her. I feel power over her. Funny enough, she seems to like it.

  ‘No … never.’ She continues to bite on that lower lip of hers, which makes my cock strain against the confinements of my pants. I lean forward to kiss her and her mouth is so sweet and soft. She smells like freshly laundered clothes and there is a strawberry scent lingering around her hair. I trail kisses from her lips up towards her ear.

  ‘So … what do you want me to do to you?’ Embarrassed, she dips her head and lets her eyelashes flutter just a little as she makes eye contact with me.

  ‘Anything.’ That’s a pretty bold statement coming from a girl who looks like she hasn’t even lost her virginity yet.

  ‘Anything?’ I wonder if she really means to go through with whatever I dish at her. I thrust my pelvis between her legs as my arms snake around her middle. She is breathless and panting just a little.

  ‘Come on baby, there has to be something in your mind you’re just aching to do.’ She ponders this for a moment and seeing that I really am quite serious, she whispers a response.

  ‘I want you to spank me.’ As the words leave her lips her face turns bright crimson. I can only imagine this is what her ass is going to look like if I smack her.

  ‘Really? A little Fifty Shades, huh?’

  ‘Maybe,’ she says coyly.

  ‘You really are a naughty girl,’ I admonish. I lead her over to the bed and throw her down on the covers. She watches intently as I take my time removing my clothes. Nothing is left to her imagination as I remove my boxer shorts as well. Her mouth hangs open – wanton for my dick to be inside her. She is one saucy little thing. I’m curious as to how many sexual partners she’s had.

  ‘How many lovers have you had?’ My voice is warm and husky, willing her to trust me with her secrets.

  ‘None.’ That one little word makes me want to cum right then. No fucking way! It has been so long since I fucked a virgin, I think I may have even forgotten what it feels like. And here she is asking me to do kinky shit to her. It must be my lucky day.

  ‘You’re kidding me, right?’ She shakes her head no. ‘Well, I promise I’ll be … gentle.’ I snicker at the last word, knowing that she wants me to be anything but. This little minx is going to need the full works. Her jeans are removed to reveal a pair of pale blue panties with little birds on them. They look like the kind your mother buys you when you’re twelve. I don’t bother to slide them down her long, smooth legs. Instead, I grab at one side with both of my hands and rip the seam apart. She gasps, thrilled with my masculinity. The same is done on the other side and I smack the side of her thigh playfully, indicating I want her to lift her ass so I can get them out from under her bottom.

  ‘Spread your legs,’ I coax. She does so willingly, letting me grab an eyeful of red hair between her legs. Most of the women I fuck these days have no hair at all. This look kinda makes me feel like I am about to try something different. Like she is different. I hop on the bed between her legs and pull her into a sitting position so I can drag her top over her head. She has no tits to speak of, which for me is a little disappointing. There is nothing better than sucking a plump nipple in my mouth as I reach the vinegar stroke. I make do by leaving her bra on, but pull her breasts out so what little she does have is pushed up by the underwire. Once she is naked I crawl back to the base of the bed and sit with my feet flat on the floor.

  ‘Come,’ I command. She scurries over to me, and nuzzles her head against my arm.

  ‘I want to please you,’ she whispers.

  ‘And I you. Now lay on your stomach across my lap.’ She crawls over me deftly; slinking along like a pussy cat does when it arches its back. It’s so sexy that I can feel the length of my cock swell a little more. She drops down – her pubic region nestled right between my legs. The creamy flesh of her derriere stares me in the face, taunting me. My eyes graze down her long white legs and notice she has her ankles crossed. On one of them is a little tattoo, showing a hint of the vixen that wants to get out. I place my right hand on the back of her neck, holding her head down on the bed while the other starts to rub her bottom.

  ‘Ready?’

  ‘Yes.’ The excitement is evident in her voice, although she tries hard to reign it in.

  ‘I’m going to spank you now. Each time I have, I want you to shout the word ‘harder’ until you can’t take anymore, okay?’

  ‘Uh-huh.’

  ‘Good girl, now let’s begin.’ The smacking starts with a very light slap on her backside. She doesn’t flinch at all, but presses her crotch firmly to my thighs. Already I can tell she likes it.

  ‘Harder,’ she whispers. The shy girl is still doing the talking.

  ‘Louder,’ I demand as I land a much harder slap to her rear.

  ‘Harder!’ This time the voice is raised, but not nearly enough for my liking. Vocal chicks get me off.

  ‘Louder!’ The force of my next slap causes her ass to turn bright pink. Just the sight of it looks like her cheeks on her face did earlier.

  ‘Harder!’ she shouts, this time really getting into it. Of course I am here to give her what she wants, so I slap her as hard as I can on the backside where her already inflamed skin starts to welt. I give her blow after blow, and pretty soon I can start to feel the wetness from between her legs start to drip down onto mine. Not giving a shit about her needs anymore, I decide it’s time for me to have some fun.

  ‘Enough,’ I bark as I roughly shove her off me. Her cheeks are flushed and a thin bead of perspiration shines on her face. I pin her arms above her head with one hand and clamp my mouth down on hers. Her lips beckon to be kissed and I run my tongue all over them before losing myself to her. She darts her own tongue into my mouth and searches for mine. This girl is hot. Her innocence mixed with her willingness makes me feel euphoric.

  My free hand grabs on to my dick and I slowly rub it up and down the length of her slit, massaging the opening and lubricating myself on her wetness. Her body is responding to my touch and her hips start bucking up to meet me.

  ‘Fuck me, oh please fuck me,’ she whimpers as I stroke her once more. I slide the tip of my cock in further and she moans with abandon. There is a tiny voice in my head that is telling me to just thrust deep inside of her, but I don’t want to rush this or hurt her too much. I inch myself deeper inside and feel the resistance of her virginity. She starts to cry out – pleasure and pain taking hold of her. Ignoring her cries, I plunge deeper and break through to th
e deepest parts of her pussy. She feels so warm that all my nerve endings are tingling with pleasure. As I build up a steady rhythm she starts to pant. She is near to climax and her legs wrap around my hips as if to emphasize the point. Her skinny arms cling to my muscled shoulders, pulling me as deep as she can. My balls ache as they surge to release my semen inside of her. She comes shortly after, fisting my hair in her tiny hands as she does. I collapse on her, completely out of breath. Can I just say – wow!

  Fighting to regain our breath, she releases her grip on me with her legs.

  ‘Thank you,’ she whispers in my ear. I push off her and take in her face. Her emerald eyes are shining and she looks completely blissful.

  ‘I think it’s I who should be thanking you … how about a shower with me?’ She nods her head in agreement and we untangle ourselves from the bed. Walking towards the small bathroom, I hear my phone start to trill inside my pants pocket from the floor.

  ‘Be right with you,’ I yell after her. Before I have chance to retrieve it the call goes to voicemail. When I check the caller ID, it shows I have just missed a call from Katherine Sable. Damn. What a kill joy to a perfect afternoon. Not wanting to call her back from here, I decided to leave it until I’m well clear of Beth and the Dorchester Hotel.

  Right now, I feel like my presence is needed in the shower for round two.