by Mia Moore
The van pulled up and Mason rolled down the window. “C’mon, we’re off like a herd of turtles.”
Ginger got in the front next to Mason while I piled in between Tony and Steve. As we drove to the farm, we each tried to out red-neck the other, laughing our heads off.
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The farm was indeed deserted and was every bit a working farm. I held my nose as I stepped from the van, looking at the green pasture and the culprits causing the smell.
Ginger had the back door open and was handing the equipment to the guys to carry to the barn. She handed me a lamp with metal tripod legs and swung a large bag over her shoulder. We trudged about twenty feet to the barn door, being careful to watch where we stepped. A gaggle of geese honked at us, flapping their wings.
“Guard geese. Be careful Cerise, they bite.” Her head swiveled over her shoulder, shooting me a smile.
“Will you stop! My sides are sore from laughing.” My eyes opened wide and I made a dash for the door as a big gander rushed at me, honking and flapping.
“Told you.” She rushed ahead of me through the door.
The barn was dim, lit only by the high windows in the loft. I looked up to see dust particles dancing in the rays of sunshine and followed Ginger through a doorway.
I could see why she had selected this farm. There was a large area stacked at least eight feet high with loose hay. A wooden ladder was attached to the floor above, overlooking the ground floor hay mow. Bales of hay were stacked high but there was a space between the columns where Ginger could put her camera to film, unobtrusively. I climbed the ladder slowly after her, balancing the lamp under my arm.
She kicked hay aside and picked up an extension cord. Her camera ran on batteries but the lamps were another matter. I wandered between the bales of hay looking above me at the ceiling. I had been in plenty of barns growing up, but this one was huge.
The lights clicked on, shining down on the ground floor below us.
“Okay sound check. Say something Tony.” Ginger had the camera on, testing the lighting and sound.
“I’m hornier than a half fucked fox in a forest fire.” Tony looked up at us, both hands rubbing his crotch.
“Ginger, how the hell are they going to perform when all they do is joke around?” I shook my head at her, wondering how she would pull this off.
“You’ll see. They’re pros.” She pressed a button on the camera and ran the film she had just shot, watching the screen.
She was so involved with setting the camera and lighting that I was almost glad to see Mason climbing the stairs to join us. He grinned at Ginger and asked, “Will those two fellers need a hand with the filly when she gets here? If they do, then I’m yer huckleberry, Miss Ginger.”
I shook my head and laughed at the corny accent despite the fact that my stomach had just dropped. The thought of Mason ‘servicing’ the hot and horny cowgirl was not appealing. Yet I was looking forward to seeing Tony and Steve do just that. What the hell was that all about? It was probably because in my mind, Mason was a bartender. Not some stud performing on demand like they do in porn flicks. Yeah. That had to be it.
“Guys. Take your places. I hear a car.” Ginger called down to them.
They hurried out the door to another area of the barn, just in time it seemed. The door opened and Daisy Duke’s double walked in. She was all legs and curves in the tiny denim shorts and blue shirt fastened under her bouncing breasts, scampering to the pile of hay. There, she wasted no time in undoing the knot of the blouse and lying in the hay. Her hands cupped her breasts, rolling them and tweaking her hard, top hat nipples.
Her head rolled from side to side as she bit her lower lip playing with her tits. Now her hands slid down to the snap of her jean shorts and zipper. She lifted her ass and wiggled out of them, tossing them to the side. Her knees were bent, spread wide apart as her fingers separated her pussy lips and rubbed her clit.
A tall, dark haired man appeared in the doorway. He wore a leather vest over his bare chest and only brown chaps covered his legs. His penis was almost fully erect, standing straight out, pointing the way to the woman’s spread legs. “Hey boys. Look what we got here. She’s supposed to be cleaning the stalls and instead of that, she’s playin’ with herself. I think we should teach her a lesson.”
Tony and Steve stood on either side of the man. They grinned and undid their belt buckles, snaps and zippers and sauntered to where the woman lay. The men stood over her, their hard cocks now pulled from their jeans.
She got up on her knees and looked up at her husband before reaching for Steve’s cock and stroking it. Her mouth opened and she filled it with his hard meat, while her hand drifted to Tony’s thigh and up to hold his cock in her hand. Her husband watched his wife suck Steve and stroke Tony’s cock, while his own hand rubbed along his own stiff shaft.
Tony took a step closer to Steve so the two men’s cocks were almost touching. She smiled up at them and began alternately sucking and stroking both of them. Her husband stepped behind her and knelt down, spreading her cheeks with his fingers. As if on cue, Tony lowered his body so that he was now kneeling in front of her, her mouth still around his cock. Steve stood to the side watching as he removed his shirt and pants.
I stood on tiptoes to see over Ginger’s shoulder. She was getting all of this on tape, even the moans of the woman as her husband started to fuck her. I lost my footing when I lowered myself and stumbled back against Mason’s chest. His hands grabbed my arms to steady me while I tried to catch my balance. My ass brushed against the crotch of his jeans and he sighed. The scene in the hay was having an effect on him as well.
Steve was entirely naked when he knelt next to the woman and played with her tits. She turned and took his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on him while her husband pounded into her. Tony shifted his body to lie under her chest and spread knees. Her husband pulled away and allowed Tony to shove his cock up inside her, his hands holding her hips and rolling them. The husband was now fingering her asshole, wetting it and pressing his cock against it. Oh yeah, my pussy was hot watching this, remembering Nick’s cock in my ass while Eric fucked my cunt. And there was a hot cock just inches behind me, straining against the heavy cotton of the jeans.
My heart beat hard in my chest as I tried to control my breathing. The scene below was getting to me and for some reason; I didn’t want Mason to know that.
The woman cried out in her lust, being penetrated by Tony and her husband while sucking and kissing Steve’s cock. The movements below became faster as they neared orgasm. Her eyes were closed tight and Steve’s cock dropped from her mouth when she came. Her husband pumped her like a steam engine. He drove deep and stiffened, his head thrown back as he arched back and forth, up to the hilt inside her.
Neither Steve nor Tony had come, just the couple. Wouldn’t they be expected to orgasm as well? The husband pulled out of his wife’s ass, his cock soft and come still dripping from the tip.
“She’s all yours boys. Fuck the little slut some more.” The husband sat in the hay watching Tony thrust into her while Steve took his position at her ass. He smiled watching his wife fulfill her fantasy as he placed his finger on her clit, stroking it quickly.
“C’mon baby, come for me again.” His words and finger coaxed her. Her chest heaved as she bounced on Tony and Steve’s cocks.
“Yes, yes… fuck me hard with your thick cocks. Fill me…” Her screams filled the air as she succumbed to another orgasm. This time, it looked like our guys were getting theirs as well. I could feel the fabric of my panties damp, against my swollen pussy, wishing I was the woman in the hay. Lucky bitch. And the hot guy standing behind me wasn’t helping. I pictured myself bent over a bale of hay, skirt up to my waist as Mason fucked me.
Stop Cerise. This is a private booking. Try to compose yourself and act professional—like Ginger. She’s quietly filming this, concentrating on capturing a memory for this couple. Steve and Tony rose to their feet and picked up their clot
hing before leaving the hayloft. The man and his wife snuggled close together, laying on the hay and kissing. They stayed that way for another fifteen minutes or so and then they got up, dressed and left the barn, arm in arm.
“Okay, that’s a wrap.” Ginger turned the camera off and turned to face me. From the look in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks, it looked like professional or not, the scene had made her hot as well.
Chapter 4: Nick—Business and Pleasure
I looked down at my plate and suddenly lost my appetite. I pushed it away. “Half a million, Gus?”
“Yes Nick. Five hundred and eight thousand to be exact.” He hadn’t touched a bite either.
We met for dinner in a private alcove at Eros Inc. to go over the audit results. So much for dinner, these numbers were huge.
I shook my head. “How could that much money just disappear without someone noticing before this?”
“Believe me, I’ve gone over the records with a fine toothed comb. It’s gone. Aside from you and I, there’s only one other person with the authority to move that kind of money.” Gus sat back and stared at me before taking a sip of his bourbon.
“I can’t believe Dev would do this. Hell, we’ve been together for years, brought this company from a two man operation to a multi-million dollar outfit employing five hundred people. When you present your report at the next Board meeting, they’re going to want his head on a platter.” Why would Dev need half a million dollars? What was he up to?
“Fuck that. He’s looking at jail time. It’s your head and mine they’re going to be after. How this happened under our noses. Somehow he managed to sidestep the safeguards that prevent this sort of thing happening.” Gus’s normally happy expression was gone.
I glanced around the room we were in. “You know, after Lotus got suspicious about Eric, we found that he was skimming the till on a pretty regular basis.”
“So that’s why you fired him.”
I nodded. “It was the day after he introduced Cerise into big black cock sex. Lotus showed me all the paperwork, and when I confronted him on it, he admitted right away.” I held up my hand. “But you know, he said that he wasn’t the only one ripping off Eros. He clammed up after that. But now Lotus is going over the books here.” I shook my head. “Man, when it rains it pours, huh?”
Gus nodded. “I’d give Lotus a hand, Nick, but right now…” he held up his hands.
“No. You stick with the problems at Northern Dynamics. Eros Inc. will look after itself.” As much as I love this place, the money that goes through the club is small potatoes compared to the revenues at Northern Dynamics. Hell, I could underwrite the club for a year from my six month bonus from Northern Dynamics.
Gus was still unsettled, and I couldn’t blame him. As the Chief Financial Officer, the embezzlement at Northern Dynamics was on his watch. He’s taking it hard. Time for a little truth telling, I think.
“Gus, I’m glad you’re on the team, man.”
He stared into his wine glass. “Yeah… I’ve done a hell of a job.”
“Whoa. Hold it right there. Let’s make sure of a couple of things, okay?”
“Like you need a new CFO… yeah, I understand.”
“No way, man!” He looked up. “Listen, as soon as you found a problem, what did you do?”
“Brought it up with you—you’re the senior partner.”
“Did you try to hide it? Sweep it under a rug to cover your own ass?”
“Hell no. That would be wrong, Nick.”
“Look, somebody outfoxed us, Gus. Someone we trusted. Yeah, it’s shaping up to look like Dev, but whoever it turns out to be is the crook here. Not me.” I pointed to myself. “And not you.” I pointed back to him. “You’re someone I trust more now as a result of this shit than I did before, man. I know that you’ll give it to me straight, even if you think it makes you look bad.” I sat back. “Put a price on that, Gus.”
He saw my point. He put his glass on the table. “I got some ideas on how to get to the bottom of this, Nick.”
“Shoot.”
“I’m going to bring in a consulting company for a forensic audit. They do it very quietly; they’re experts at this stuff.”
“Alright. Do it.”
“Well, I want you to know that they’re first recommendation when they sort this all out is to can me.”
“Scapegoat for the Board, right?”
He nodded. But he also held my eyes. “I did drop the ball, Nick.”
“Well, I’m senior partner and major shareholder, so that’s not going to happen. Period.” I looked back at him, holding his gaze. “Do you understand?”
He set his mouth and nodded.
We discussed consultant fees and a tentative resolution timetable. Now that we were onto this mess, it was going to get cleaned up pretty quickly. I still had a hard time believing it was Dev, but the truth would come out. One thing I learned a long time ago was numbers don’t lie.
Gus was getting his mojo back. He looked a lot better than the stressed out executive that sat down with me an hour earlier. We both pulled our plates back in front of us and finished our dinners talking about football. And sex.
As if on cue, Cerise walked into our alcove.
She was a vision of beauty in the ivory dress, slit up the side almost to her waist. The color highlighted her almond flesh, especially so at the neckline. It barely contained her breasts. The only thing her bare neck needed was my leather collar.
I had purposely stayed away the last couple of nights. There was no way she was going to start falling for me, not if I could help it. But then why was I thinking of collaring her? That might give her the wrong idea. No, that could wait, at least until I got this mess that Dev had created straightened out.
She spoke with one of the serving staff and laughed. Her whole face transformed when she did that. From a sophisticated goddess to a beautiful, warm woman. The slit of her dress opened when she bent over to say something more to the young server, revealing long shapely legs and the top of her ivory stay-up stocking. Maybe I’d pay her a visit later tonight.
“Cerise!” Gus called out, waving his hand to get her attention.
“How do you know Cerise? She hasn’t been working here that long.” I stared at Gus enjoying the fact that his face was once again smiling and happy.
“She’s a great gal. She and Ginger really had me going the other day. Cerise told me a naughty tale while Ginger gave me head under the table. Every businessman’s fantasy. But then again, would you expect anything different at Eros?” He rose and pulled Cerise into his arms, kissing her on the mouth.
I was now on my feet as well, reaching for her and planting a chaste kiss on her cheek. I pulled out the chair for her to sit close to me. “You look lovely tonight, Cerise. Gus tells me you’re quite the story teller.”
Her cheeks became pink and her eyes flitted at Gus. “Ginger is around here somewhere. Does she know you’re here?”
“No. I was just having dinner with Nick, talking a little shop. I kind of hoped she’d be here to have a drink or… something with me.” His gray eyes sparkled when he said ‘something’.
I wouldn’t mind a little ‘something’ myself. “Well speak of the Devil.”
Ginger appeared behind Gus, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing the top of his bald dome. Once more I was on my feet, giving her a quick kiss and pulling a chair out for her next to Gus.
“Have you ladies eaten? The salmon is great tonight—very fresh.” I looked into Cerise’s dark eyes and wondered what she’d think of a foursome. My cock pressed against my trousers, now awake and ready at the thought of it.
“I was sampling in the kitchen earlier. Just a glass of wine for me.” Cerise glanced at the bar for a second and swallowed.
“Just wine for me as well.” Ginger gazed into Gus’s eyes as her hand moved along his leg.
I raised my hand and gestured for the waiter. A swarthy guy in a white shirt, tattoos up his arms instantly a
ppeared. I looked at Cerise surprised when she said hello and the guy’s name-Mason.
“Two white wines please, Mason.” Her face had gone a deeper red. It looked like she was taking the ‘getting to know staff’ to a new level. What was it about her and bartenders?
“How’re things going Cerise? Getting to know the staff and operations?” I smiled at her before taking a sip of vodka and soda.
“Yes, I’m getting to know every one’s name and a bit about them. My office is now painted and oh yeah… I attended one of the private fantasy bookings with Ginger.” She smiled at the waiter who set the glass before her, before dropping her eyes to the table cloth.
Gus raised his hands in front of him and rubbed them together. “Another bedtime story Cerise? I’m all ears.”
“Nope. That’s confidential. Besides, wouldn’t you rather do it than hear about it?” Ginger’s trailed the back of her fingers along Gus’s cheek, moving her head close to his.
“Well, since you brought that up Ginger… how would you and Gus like to join Cerise and me upstairs? There’s an eight person hot tub that could be fun.” Cerise had her hand on my leg stroking the inside of my thigh, higher and higher.
She sipped her wine and met my eyes above the rim of her glass. I could tell the idea appealed to her.
“Let’s go. We can have a nightcap up there.” Gus was already getting to his feet, tugging on Ginger’s arm.
I rose and took Cerise’s hand and rested it in the crook of my arm as we followed Gus and Ginger out of the dining room. Ginger’s body was every bit as luscious as Cerise’s in the tight black dress. We followed them across the foyer to the elevator and I watched as Gus’s hand slipped down to squeeze Ginger’s tight round ass cheek.
The elevator arrived and ten minutes later we were in the large mirrored bathroom, sipping wine, sitting in the hot tub. This was my first time playing with Ginger and Gus. From the looks of his package Cerise wouldn’t be disappointed to have that inside her, nor Ginger with mine.