“Are you alright Mel? I can’t see anything wrong, talk to me,” he asked and she forced herself to calm down and her sobbing slowed enough to speak.
“I am fine, really…just real…scared,” she told them.
“Whoever they were got away, they weren’t up for a fight. Too bad, I would have liked to have someone to hand over to the cops,” Max said. Both men were bending over her with concern. She wiped her eyes feeling like a wimp, but so glad they had come.
“Why are you guys here? I have never been happier to see anyone, believe me, but…” She trailed off, unsure how to ask the question. Dave smiled and pointed at Max. Max shrugged.
“I was worried about you and it occurred to me that if they had tried to kill you with the fire, they might try something else, so I called Dave and he agreed so here we are,” he said humbly. Mel smiled shakily.
“Thanks Max, Dave. You have saved my life again. They were planning on killing me and making it look like a suicide,” she told them. They both cursed and helped her up. Her room was trashed. Her end table was broken and so was the lamp from her second dresser. Max found a piece of paper on the floor and grimaced.
“Here is the note. Shit, it’s not even any good. It makes sense though, in a twisted way. It is a story that would be bought by the brass with the pressure from the company. I am not comfortable with turning this over to the cops yet, now that I see this. These people are going to stop at nothing to clean up their own mess,” he said. Dave frowned.
“That is what one of them said. He said he was the cleanup crew and that I would die this time,” she said, beginning to get angry. They really did want to kill her, she thought, angry and welcoming the anger. It was better than the trembling fear. Mel realized she had not been taking the whole thing seriously enough. Well that was going to change now!
“We should report this, even though we don’t even have a description to give the cops. We have the “suicide note” but that could have been written by anyone. But then again there are plenty traffic and security cameras on this block so they may be able to get a look at whoever it was. Anyway, if we don’t report this incident now, we won’t have any credibility when we eventually bring it to light. I agree though that I don’t trust your safety to anyone else. I have no idea how far Super Shoes can reach to get you. Do you trust us Mel, enough to let us look out for you?” Dave asked. Both men looked at her.
She knew that she had only known these men a short time but the look in their eyes convinced her that she could trust them. Not to mention they had saved her twice. She smiled at them and nodded.
“I would rather have you two looking out for me than someone I don’t know. My trust level for strangers is at an all-time low. Know what I mean?” she asked. They both agreed.
*****
Saviors and Lovers
The next night Mel was settling into a motel. It was nice enough without being high end. Max and Dave thought it would be safer and had been very careful getting her there, to be safe, they said. All of the cloak and dagger secrecy made her a little nervous, but at the same time she was glad she had such careful protectors.
All three of them were sticking to their theory about Super Shoes and the company’s intentions. As odd as it seemed, Mel could see a kind of logic to the whole thing. With everything being digital it was harder to keep separate books. If just one outside auditor, or even the IRS saw something strange they could conceivably could strip the computer system’s hard drives to uncover whatever it was that they were looking for. Mel sighed as she stepped into the shower.
She continued to go over everything in her mind as she lathered up her hair and body. Enjoying, as always, the soft feel of the shampoo and body wash she used. It occurred to her that she may have just touched on the surface of the financial shenanigans that Super Shoe was perpetrating. She had only been looking at it for that one day in the office. How long had they been doing it? How long had they been planning the arson?
Mel used a soft luffa over her body before rinsing. She ran it down to her flat belly and then thighs with an unconscious smile for the lovely feeling it evoked. If Super Shoe had been planning this for a while, then it could have been extremely calculated. She knew that the last year’s taxes had been squeaky clean. She had worked on them and knew it for a fact. So everything she had seen and anything else they were doing had taken place only this year. With this year’s records destroyed in the fire (or so they thought), they could use previous years’ records as proof of their fidelity, if asked for financial records by the government.
Mel rinsed off then, enjoying the clean, fresh-scrubbed feeling. She always felt energized after a good shower. The government would quite likely accept the old records, she thought, as long as there was a provable reason as to what happened to their current records. If that was the case though, then why use such obvious arson? Why not try to make it look more like an accidental fire? Dave and Max said there was no doubt about the fire being deliberately lit.
Perhaps, thought Mel, the company wanted to be obvious about the arson in order to scapegoat me, and so divert investigators from looking into the company’s financial malfeasance. That made sense.
Pleased with her deductions she got out of the shower and dried off. The motel had decent towels, soft and big. Mel got into sweat pants and a tank top before going to watch some television on the bed. Max and Dave had said they would be bringing dinner. She did not pay too much attention to the television as she wondered about the message she had received on her phone. A missed call from her work.
It had been from her boss’s boss, politely asking when she would feel ready to go back to work. His message was kind and sweet, yet she had never actually spoke to the man before. Besides, there was no reason for him to be calling; her normal supervisor could have done the job just as well. When the call first came in she had let it go to message because Dave had said she should not answer the phone. If someone was trying to find her and had the right equipment, answering a call could be disastrous. The message made her nervous and glad Dave had warned her. Of course Janey had called as well and she felt bad about not answering that one. She promised herself to get back to her as soon as she could.
By seven o’clock she heard a knock on her room door. She reached to unlock it and paused.
“Hello?” said Mel, warily.
“Hey Mel, it is Max and Dave,” came Dave’s voice. Mel smiled.
“Come on in,” She told them unlocking and then opening the door for them. They both gave her a smile and came in with bags forma neighborhood restaurant. Italian by the look of it. Mel’s stomach rumbled.
“How is it going, anything new?” Mel asked as she helped them unpack the dinner. Dave had brought wine too.
“The financial investigator believes that what you found was just the tip of the iceberg of whatever was going on with Super Shoes. Unfortunately, the company itself is no longer a source of information after the fire, so they are looking elsewhere,” he said.
“I had that thought too,” she told them. As they began eating she explained her thoughts and deductions from the shower.
“You could be right,” said Dave. “The people I have been talking to think our theory is possible, although they also think the company would have to be pretty stupid to try something like this. Unless it worked of course. Either way, if it is true, it is working. There is a new development that is upping the ante.
“There have been several other fires at companies about the same size as Super Shoes. Investigators are quietly looking into them to see if there is any connection with yours. An accountant died in one of the fires, and another had their financial advisor admit to the crime in a suicide letter. The suicide attempt did not work, but he is on life support and unconscious. Due to these incidents we have been given more leeway in our investigation. My boss does not think it is so cut and dried anymore. However, you are almost certainly in the clear from a legal standpoint. Far too many other things going on that
you could have no influence or knowledge of.”
Dave smiled, glad for Mel to report that she was fully exonerated. He held up his plastic cup of wine to toast, which they did. Mel felt a lot better knowing she was no longer under suspicion. She felt horrible for the other deaths by fire though. She wondered what sort of people did these sort of things. She sighed and ate some more of her spaghetti.
“Oh I did get a call from someone named Janey Connelly. She works at Super Shoes. Do you know her?” Max asked. Mel smiled and nodded. “She was worried because she could not reach you. She also had a theory about the influence of Super Shoes executives, talking about a zoning issue they managed to get through the city council?”
“Yeah she mentioned that when we talked before the thugs tried to kill me. I had forgotten about it, sorry. But she has a point. They seem to know people in local government,” Mel said.
“She does indeed, and I mentioned it to several investigators who are looking into the other fires. It is beginning to look like a group of companies trying the same thing at the same time. It’s implausible that all three companies did this without knowledge of the others,” Max said. Mel agreed and sipped her wine. She made a mental note to herself to thank Janey.
“So for tonight at least we can relax,” said Max. “There will be nothing more we can do until tomorrow, so don’t worry Mel, you are safe as we can make you and people are working on the case.” Max grinned charmingly. Mel returned the smile and reached over to pat his leg in thanks. Even through the jeans she could feel the muscled quality of his leg. He probably had rock-hard muscles all over his body, based on what she could see.
By her third glass of wine they were all laughing and sitting on the bed joking about a reality show. Mel not only really liked her two saviors but she was beginning to get turned on by them. They were all sitting on the bed, sipping wine. Every time she would look at one or the other she would notice the shape of his chest muscles under his shirt. Or the handsome line of Max’s jaw, or Dave’s piercing eyes.
She did not know whether it was being in hiding, or the wine, but she was feeling somehow freer, and wilder. It was an unfamiliar sensation. It had started with her determination to see whoever was behind the whole thing to get what was coming to them. Now she was looking at her handsome companions as something more than that. By the second bottle of wine Mel had her head on Max’s arm with a hand on his chest and had one leg under her with the other stretched out over Dave’s legs. Dave stroked her thigh as she began stroking Max’s chest. She could feel her body’s response and was beginning to get more than just turned on; she was excited!
“Are you sure about this Mel? It isn’t just the wine?” Dave asked in a low voice that sounded quite sexy to her. She turned her head and smiled at him. If she could have seen it she would have been surprised by the sultry sexiness of it.
“I am sure, about both of you. I have spent my life with numbers and few friends. I want this. Are you guys game?” she asked in return.
In reply, Dave’s hand ran up her thigh to her rear end, and Max’s hand slid up her back while his other stroked one of her breasts. They were game! Mel turned and got on her knees with an arm going around Max, reaching her other for Dave. Soon they were all kneeling on the bed and she had one man on either side facing towards her, and their hands were as eager as hers were.
She remembered wondering which one she would choose if given the chance and was happily shocked to be getting both of them! Mel gasped as Max’s slid a hand up the back of her tank top. She felt him work the hook on her bra as Dave’s slid a hand over her belly and then down her sweatpants.
“Oh guys, oh…yes…that is it…oh yes!” she gasped. She reached one hand down to Dave’s crotch. He was hardening. She rapidly undid his pants buttons, reaching inside and down his shorts. She felt an electric charge going through her that was propelling her desires. There was no stopping it now, she thought dizzily as she pushed Max down on the bed. She was on her hands and knees over him, kissing his face and working her way down his neck to his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. She felt her sweats and underwear being pulled off, and the she could feel Dave’s hands on her back and his hard member pushing against her thighs.
“Oh yes Dave, ah… baby yeah!” she called out before kissing Max more fervently. Max’s hands were entwined in her hair as she felt the tip of Dave’s penis teasing her moist desire from behind.
“Oh Mel, Melanie baby, I can’t hold it anymore, here I come!” he said, panting. She giggled femininely at his words, before he penetrated deeply into her center of lust. Her giggles turned to passionate cries.
“Oh yes, yes… again oh yes!” she gasped out breathlessly. She had never felt anything like this. Her skin tingled as though fireworks were going off along every inch of her. Max’s tongue went deep into her mouth. He took her shirt and bra off, and his lips moved down to her nipples. She orgasmed, like an eruption or a crack of thunder. Her cries became almost soundless gasps and she became dizzy from the pleasure that Dave filled her body and mind with. She’d said she wanted this; but she had not realized how much she had needed this masculine contact. When Dave had thoroughly finished fucking her, she allowed herself to collapse down on top of Max who had not stopped working his hands. Everywhere he touched kept the blaze within her ignited.
Mel made her way back up above his head, and he to her nipples, one at a time in his mouth. She arched her back feeling a shudder that began slowly and built into an orgasm from his lips alone. She moved up and down with the hard muscles of his stomach sliding against her inner thighs as she did, and it was entrancing. Every time she moved up he would set her off with kisses and licks to her breasts. When she slid her body down to kiss him in return she could feel his hard sword of pleasure close to her once-more needy opening.
She kept moving up and down, sliding her sweaty body against his and moaning with every touch of his hand until they were both about to explode.
“Oh Max! I need you inside of me!” she called out, reaching down between her legs to his throbbing member of love.
“Oh yeah…yeah…yeah baby, now, now!” he cried out in return. She lifted her hips while guiding his large, eager cock into her. As he entered she felt he was bigger than Dave was. He filled her completely, and very quickly their passion resulted in two shuddering orgasms, like yet unlike what she had felt from Dave. Gasping when it was over, she rolled off of him and found she was lying between the two wonderful men; who had rescued her from death, and then filled her with passion, pleasure, and satisfaction.
*****
Dangerous Confidence
Mel had never had a threesome, and it was beyond anything she could have predicted. She had fallen asleep with both of them and never in her life had she felt so safe and taken care off in every way. In the morning the men had got cleaned up and gone off to work, promising to let her know if they learned anything. After watching the news and seeing nothing about her case, she went to get cleaned up herself. She was feeling strong and confident after the previous night, as well as hungry. When she got out she dressed quickly and ate the leftovers from the night before. That and a cup of coffee had her ready for the day. Not that she was actually going to go anywhere. She was supposed to stay safe. Checking her phone, she saw she had missed a call from Janey. When she listened to the message she was horrified.
“Mel? Call me when you can. Some guys came by this morning to ask after you and started getting rough about it. Mike, my boyfriend got beat up in front of our apartment. Luckily a cop was nearby and saw it. We are at the hospital now and the detective doesn’t believe me when I told them about what happened at Super Shoes and now I am scared! Mike is saying I should disappear for a while. I tried the firemen who have been helping you, but they are not answering the phone. I don’t trust anyone Mel. I am going to a safe place I know, but call me will you? I could use a friend about now.”
Hearing the message made Mel start to tear up. She had never really had frien
ds, and her parents had passed when she was young. She had never known how to be a good friend, but Janey needed her. Mel looked at her phone a long while, nervous about using it knowing the bad guys were still looking for her. Max and Dave had shown her how a good friend works. You help your friend if you can. They had become close in a short time but she knew she could count on them. She wanted Janey to know she could count on her. Mel nodded to herself and picked up her phone.
“Hey Max, when you get this call or come over please. Janey and her boyfriend were assaulted by someone looking for me. She left a message saying she was going into hiding and is very scared. She needs some help as soon as possible. Call me as soon as you can and I’ll get you in touch with her. I will keep my phone near me.”
Then she tried Dave. His went to voicemail too so she left the same message. After a half hour she began to worry about Janey more and more. She knew that no one but the guys knew where she was, so she thought maybe she could go help Janey herself. It wasn’t the smartest idea, she knew, but she was feeling strong and able, especially after last night, and it wasn’t like it would be that dangerous. Mel was also pretty sure where Janey was going. She had mentioned once during a lunch break that when she needed time and space to herself, she had a place. Mel remembered where it was.
Mel put a sweater over her blouse and put her stylish boots on. They were designed to look good and keep her feet warm. She tied her hair back and put it in a bun, then put a stocking cap on. Checking herself in the mirror, she decided she had hidden her identity pretty well. Unless someone knew her pretty well by sight they would not recognize her, she thought. It did not occur to her that the bad guys might be very good at finding people. She kept her phone’s ringer turned up in case Max or Dave called, and then headed out.
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