The Old Brass Bed
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Frank hung up the telephone. He'd been discussing his plan for putting together the new financing package with the Company's investment banker in New York.
The intercom buzzed. "Agent Henderson would like to see you," Jeannette announced over the speaker.
Henderson walked into Frank's office with the employee roster in hand. "Do you have a guy named Fishberg working here? I don't see him on the printout."
"It's Fishman," Frank answered. "He's a Financial Analyst; he works on the sixth floor."
"Whatever his name is, I've got to talk to him."
"Since you called him 'Fishberg' I'm sure that you got his name from Jason Lowell," Frank said. "Aaron's small potatoes—only a few years out of school. He may not even be thirty years old."
"Lowell tried to use him to bait 'n' switch me and figured I'd bite because the guy is Jewish," Henderson said. "I didn't like it much, but the fact is I've got to talk to him. From what he said, he's the one who put the forecast together and that makes him privy to inside information. I can't let that slide."
"I can't deny that," Frank admitted. "I'll have Jeannette call him upstairs. Do you want him to meet you in the Controller's Office?"
"Yes, but don't tell him what it's about," Henderson asked. "It shouldn't take long."
Frank flipped the switch on the intercom. "Jeannette, would you find Aaron Fishman and ask him to come up to the Controller's Office right away, please? Don't tell him what it's about; tell him he'll be filled in when he gets there."
"Thanks," Henderson said. "Like I said, it should be a quick interview."
"Don't be surprised if he's already figured out the subject," Frank said. "Secrets are hard to keep around here. By the way, how did it go with Jason Lowell?"
"Can't talk about that," Henderson said.
"I should have figured that." Frank looked at his watch. "Can I help you with anything else? If not, I have a meeting with Mr. Warner."
It was late in the afternoon. Alvin poured Frank a scotch and a bourbon for himself from his private stock.
"I don't usually drink at the office," Frank said. "I'll make an exception today."
"Bad day?" Alvin asked. "Does it have anything to do with the FBI guys running around here?"
"Mostly," Frank answered.
"Fill me in—but after we meet with Al Crossman. He's on his way up right now. He says he has news about the hearing for the injunction."
"It must be good news if he came all the way over here to deliver it," Frank said.
Before Alvin could answer, his secretary came on the intercom to let them know that Al Crossman was waiting outside. "Tell him to come on in," Alvin said to the speaker on his desk. "He knows the way by now." Al Crossman walked through the door and Alvin got up and walked to his minibar. He clinked some ice cubes into a glass. "What're you drinkin', Al? Frank and I started without you."
"Jack on the rocks," Crossman answered. He reached out his hand and took the glass of whiskey from Alvin as he made his way to a chair in front of Alvin's the desk. "There's good news and bad news," he uttered as he sank into a chair.
"Give us the good news first," Frank sighed.
"They kind of go together," Al replied, "so I'll give it to you all at once—the molasses mixed with the sulfur." He took a swallow of the whiskey and then took a deep breath before he started. "We got the injunction from a Federal Magistrate."
"That's great news," Alvin said in a buoyant voice.
"Not so fast," Crossman cautioned. "As soon as the injunction was signed the SEC attorneys went upstairs and got a stay from the District Judge. It's a temporary stay to give them time to appeal."
"So, we're back where we started," Frank said.
"Not exactly," Crossman said. "The other side's on defense now. They have to convince the District Judge to overturn something that's already done. I don't think they can. It's Judge Stenson. I believe he'll rule for us."
"When?" Frank asked.
"A week from today. Of course, the SEC could take it higher if things go our way."
"What's the chance of that?" Alvin asked.
"It's hard to say," Crossman replied. "It depends on how Stenson words his ruling—if they think he's left them an opening."
"That's assuming Judge Stenson rules for..." Frank began to say.
"Of course," Al interrupted. He took another swallow of his drink. "How's it going with the FBI?"
"Alright, I guess," Frank answered.
"Let me tell you, Henderson is their best. He's not about to whitewash anything. I only asked them in to keep the SEC out."
"He looks tough, that's for sure," Frank acknowledged.
"That, he is," Crossman confirmed. "He won't look favorably on any funny stuff—so make sure he doesn't get any."
"Too late for that," Frank said.
"What?" Alvin gasped.
"Jason was scheduled to be interviewed by the Feds late this morning. He took a powder instead of showing up."
"You're kidding!" Crossman exclaimed.
"Goddam that guy!" Alvin uttered. "Is that what you were trying to get to me about while I was meeting with Rigby?"
"That's it," Frank said.
"Where in hell is he now?" Crossman asked.
"I found him at about two o'clock. He snuck upstairs and Jeannette let him into my office. I convinced him to find Henderson and talk to him. I don't know where he is now."
"You didn't see him afterwards? He didn't say how it went?"
"Henderson came in to see me and told me that Jason tried to finger Aaron Fishman."
"Who's Fishman?" Crossman asked.
"Yeah, who is he?" Alvin repeated.
"He's the young guy from downstairs who helped us put the forecast together," Frank reminded them. "We needed some extra help because we haven't hired a Controller yet."
"I see," Crossman nodded. "What's more important, why did Lowell do a disappearing act. What's he afraid of?"
"Damned if I know," Frank answered. "He's not an easy guy to figure out."
"Could he have been in on anything?" Crossman asked.
"Anything's possible, but I doubt it," Frank said. "It wouldn't add up. Jason isn't that smart, except when it comes to chemical formulas; and he hasn't got the guts for it either. We discussed it this morning—my opinion is still the same."
"Greed can make people do strange things," Crossman said.
"Right," Frank acknowledged, "but Jason's earning many times more than what he ever made as an Engineering Prof—even as Dean of the Engineering School." Frank shook his head. "He's too dumb, too scared and he's got more money right now than he ever thought he'd have."
"We'll have to keep an eye on him," Alvin declared.
"Right," Crossman agreed. "He didn't run from Henderson for no reason at all."
"I think that he just wasn't thinking right," Frank insisted. "These R&D types are all a little goofy."
"And what about this Fishman?" Crossman demanded.
"I have to admit that it's legit for Henderson to interview him. He was in on every step of the forecast. He knows as much as we do about what's in it—probably more."
"You think he's clean?" Alvin asked.
"Sure," Frank said. "I have no reason to suspect..."
"It would be nice if he isn't," Crossman thought out loud. "That would mean that Jason is clean, after all."
"I see what you mean," Alvin said, rubbing his chin.
"I don't get it," Frank admitted. "Why should we want either of them..."
"We don't," Alvin said, "but if it has to be one of them..."
Crossman turned to Frank. "I'm sure that I don't have to tell you. After the beating your stock has taken on Wall Street, if your head of R&D is implicated..." Crossman paused and finished the whiskey in his glass. "There'd be hell to pay."
"We'd be taken over, for sure," Alvin said.
Crossman and Alvin stood and went to the bar to pour themselves another drink. Frank looked at them, but the two older men turned away.
"What are you saying?" Frank asked.
"Just what I said," Alvin answered. "If Jason's implicated in some kind of bad deal Wall Street will assume the Company's falling apart. It would be a disaster."
"You'd be easy pickin's for a takeover firm," Crossman added. "It wouldn't be pretty."
Alvin handed Frank a fresh glass of whiskey. Frank set down his old glass and took a gulp of the stronger replacement. "I think Jason will be cleared in the end. I told you what I think happened."
"What if he's not?" Alvin challenged. "Are you willing to take that chance?"
"If he did do something, there's nothing we can do to turn back the clock," Frank argued.
"We need a replacement," Crossman said. Frank looked at Alvin, who was looking at Crossman and nodding in agreement. "We need to feed them someone so they take the pressure off Lowell."
"To take the pressure off all of us," Alvin added.
Frank took another gulp of his whiskey. He lowered his glass and looked at the two men who were looking at him. It gave him an uneasy feeling. "Al, it was just this morning you told me you hung Jason out to dry. Now you want to protect him. What gives here?"
"I had no idea Lowell would go on the run like he did. I thought he was innocent. Now—let's just say there's some doubt We've got to be nimble," Crossman retorted. "The situation's changing; we've got to change with it. I think we've got a better alternative available to us at this moment."
"You want to give them Aaron Fishman, don't you?" Frank said. Alvin looked down at the plush carpet below his feet. Crossman took a deep breath, but then stopped short as he was about to speak. Each of them took another pull on their whiskey. Frank waited for them to set their glasses down and then he spoke. "Aaron isn't guilty of anything. He was only doing his job—the job I asked him to do."
"It's hardball, Frank—I know." Crossman said. "It's survival, too, and it's the logical thing to do. Sometimes the logical thing is what takes the most guts to pull off."
"Don't lecture me about hardball," Frank answered back. "I've thrown 'em—and I've caught a few, too. There's a time for it; and there are other times when it's not called for."
"This is no time for Mr. Nice Guy," Alvin warned. "It's sure that someone's guilty. If it was Fishman, we could cut our losses."
"And get this whole thing over sooner and not later," Crossman added.
"This is crazy," Frank protested. "I've been with this company a long time. We've had tough times, but we've never..."
"I don't like it, either," Alvin said to Frank, raising his voice. "I don't like having to choose. It's not between the Fishman and Jason. It's between Fishman and all the shareholders. They'll get crucified in a takeover—pennies on the dollar."
"We're not saying that we want him convicted of anything," Crossman said, "or even arrested. We just want the Feds to focus on him instead of Lowell."
"That would give us time," Alvin explained. "We can bring in someone more senior over Jason. We'll call him Chief Technology Officer, or something like that. After the new guy's in place, well shoehorn Jason out."
"We can't start feeding innocent employees to the FBI just to keep them busy. Pretty soon everyone will be watching their back instead of doing their jobs—from every vice-president right down to the janitors," Frank warned. "And, I don't think Henderson will buy it, anyway."
"They'll get over it," Crossman said as he looked out the window.
"So you knew about this before I came in," Frank said. "You've got it all figured out."
"We didn't know about his latest caper, but Jason's been on the radar screen for a while. This latest thing is more an opportunity than a threat."
"You can do it without pulling down Aaron Fishman," Frank insisted.
"Not now, if Lowell's under suspicion. It would be too obvious," Crossman explained. "We've got to do this right."
"Look Frank, I admire you wanting to protect your people," Alvin said. "Don't worry, we'll take care of him. A nice severance package, outplacement; we could get Jim Sweeney to get him a job at his former oil company down the street."
"He may even thank us when it's all done," Crossman mused. "He'll fall on his sword for the Company and come out looking golden, too. We'll call it the 'Golden Sword'."
"Thank us?" Frank shot back. "We say, 'Aaron, we're trashing your reputation. Here's some money—now go away'."
"C'mon Frank, you're not on the team here," Alvin said.
Frank didn't answer. He saw the two men looking at him expecting an answer. He set his drink on the coffee table and buried his face in his hands.
"There are directors who wanted you out," Alvin said. "You could have been out—you're still here. One hand washes the other."
Frank looked up at Alvin who was standing over him. "At least, let's see if Jason's in trouble or not."
"And then..." Alvin started to say.
"We can wait until then," Crossman said quickly before Frank could answer. "No need to pressure Frank about this now. He'll do the right thing if he has to."
Frank slowly exhaled and then stood. Alvin slapped him on the back and then put his arm around his shoulder. "Fix yourself another," Alvin said, motioning Frank to the bar.
"Thanks, just the same," Frank answered. "I'm past my limit already."
When Jason arrived at his house, he expected Darlene to meet him at the door. She didn't and he was disappointed. "Where could she be? I was sure that she'd be home." He set out to find her. Perhaps she had a late errand to run. He decided to go upstairs and change his clothes. At the top of the stairs he heard the muffled sound of the radio and it seemed to be coming from their bedroom.
"Darlene, Darlene," he called out. "Are you up here?"
He waited a few seconds for a response. He'd nearly given up when he heard her reply.
"Jason!" she yelled back. "What are you doin' home at this hour? Ah'm busy; Ah'm takin' a bath."
A smile lit up Jason's face.
"Half-way home."
He sauntered in—so as not to seem in a hurry—to the bathroom door. He stopped before going in, wondering whether to announce himself first. He thought not, and gave the door a little push so that it creaked open...
He continued into the bathroom without fanfare, stopping at the counter to turn off the radio. The air was warm and moist, laced with a perfume scent. Darlene sat in the tub beneath a pool of steaming water and a mountain of suds. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked. He slipped off his suit jacket and hung it on the hook on the door.
It was just as he pictured her. Her hair was up, make-up steamed away. She looked vulnerable. A glass of white wine rested on the ledge of the tub. Beads of condensation rolled off the glass as proof of the coldness inside it. As he approached the tub she sank lower into the suds, although not low enough to get her hair wet. The foam rose up around her collar bone. Jason could only see the crests of her breasts in the sudsy water; at least, he could see more in his mind's eye. By sinking down, her bent knees broke the surface of the water. Spare suds dripped off her thighs and they glistened. Her legs looked slippery. It made Jason think of another slippery part of her. He would find it if he could only start his hands on those glistening thighs and follow wherever they led him. He loosened his tie.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he repeated, only this time more demanding than the first time. At least that's the way he'd intended it to sound.
"Ah asked you first, Jason," she replied, not moving from her protective layer of bubbles. "What are you doin' home at this hour? Ah wasn't expectin' you home until at least six."
"I ... I kind of ... I decided to call it an early day."
"Early day?" she queried
Jason winced a little. He should have covered that base during the drive home. He should have been ready for that question. "I thought we could have some extra time together, Darlene." He started unbuttoning his shirt. "It looks like I was right." He pried a foot out of his shoe.
"Jason! You know this is mah private time o' day," she protested. The cheeks on her face were getting red, in contrast with the white mass of suds. It was an interesting coloration, but it made Jason's hopes sink because he knew she was angry.
"Oh, c'mon, Darlene. What would be the harm?" He looked down, his mouth formed into a pout. He scuffed at the tile floor with his remaining shod foot. Pouting almost always worked. It ignited her motherly instincts. If pouting didn't work, he'd have to give up.
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
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