Marlowe-Private Eye

The Corporate Scandal Case

by Mr. Twister

 

I won’t bore you with my past. Today, I’m carrying a pair of 38's, as in DD tits that’ll suck your eyes out, and a concealed weapon that’s a ten-inch cock...before it gets excited. The surgery also did some minor adjusting of my waist, ass, face and voice while the ongoing hormone treatments maintain my attractive feminine disguise that allows me to do some real undercover and ‘under the covers’ work as Patty Marlowe.

The whole case started with a call from a very tentative woman named Ingrid Sandstrom who explained she worked for the Chief Financial Officer of an emerging telecom company. She didn’t know if I was the right person to be contacting, but asked if we could meet for lunch and perhaps I could recommend how she should proceed. She couldn’t say anything else and would clarify the mystery when we met.

A business lunch demanded the nicely tailored suit and neat white silk blouse look with my hair nicely pulled back in a French twist and tasteful makeup and jewelry. We agreed I would have the table under Marlowe and was pleasantly surprised when a stunning and statuesque woman in her late twenties with Nordic features approached. Her light complexion, high cheek bones, terrific blue eyes, very light blonde hair and large breasts properly proportioned to her size that were comfortably concealed by her stylish beige linen suit smiled and sat saying, "I’m Ingrid. Thanks for meeting me."

"The bits of information you spoke about piqued my interest," I responded, "And maybe I can help."

After we ordered a glass of wine, Ingrid briefly outlined financial transactions that she felt were evidence of a major corporate scandal. I was concerned that lower level managers might assume misdeeds without fully grasping the complexities of the company’s finances but Ingrid erased any doubts when she informed me that her MBA was from Wharton after the undergrad degree from Michigan and she worked directly for the Leslie Summers who was the CFO. I also explained ‘whistle blowers’ often were disgruntled employees and Ingrid quashed that when she stated her motivation was to protect the pensions and retirement programs and the ethics of the ‘higher ups’ disgusted her.

"It sounds like you’ve got it figured out and should go to the Feds or the SEC. I don’t see how I can help," I said.

"Right now," Ingrid explained, "I’m connecting the dots and know from that pattern of transactions where it will go. Still, an argument could be made that the same sequence leads to another conclusion. I need a ‘smoking’ gun and that’s why I called you, Patty."

"Not for my financial skills, I hope."

Ingrid smiled and continued, "Yours was the only female name in the phone book and I think this job needs the feminine touch. I believe this scheme is the work of Leslie Summers acting alone, and I have to use somebody outside the company to nail her. That person has to gain her confidence so that Leslie Summers will disclose the information."

"I know some very handsome men who turn women to putty," I said.

"You don’t understand. Ms. Summers fought her way through and over men to reach her present position. Males tried to thwart her every step of the way and she busted their nuts on her climb to the top. I don’t think she’s ever had a date and her only social life involves showing up for the ‘right’ charity events during the season. Thinking anyone can get close to her is difficult at best, but it would be impossible for a male."

"The picture is much clearer, Ingrid, and I must admit I’ve been successful in gaining the confidence of some women. Got any ideas how I can meet Ms. Summers," I asked.

Ingrid and I tossed around some thoughts and finally decided I’d be Patty Malone, the spinster sister of the Malone family and she’d have one of her contacts make a D & B report that would substantiate my wealth. Ingrid would also get me a list of Leslie Summers’ preferred charities and I’d try to befriend Ms. Summers using her interest in some non-profit activity.

Days later, I checked with each on Ingrid’s list and found one that was having a benefit dinner on the weekend and weaseled my way onto the organizing committee. With that in place, I got an appointment with Ms. Summers, on behalf of the charity, so I could become more than another name and met Leslie Summers at the appointed time.

I had to spend some bucks to acquire the proper wealthy woman’s appearance including manicure and hair styling but I must admit I looked the part in my new cranberry sheath with just enough decolletage to get Leslie Summers attention without being obvious and topped it off a strand of pearls.

When I entered her office, Leslie appeared to be all business with her hair pulled back, light make up, and dressed in a tailored dark suit that underemphasized any of her physical asset as she asked, "I don’t think we’ve met Miss Malone," as we shook hands, "This is about the benefit dinner, I understand."

"Yes," I answered, "Thanks for seeing me. I’m here on behalf of the committee making sure our best supporters are cared for. Do you have any special seating requests for yourself and your escort?"

"I’ll be coming alone so I only ask that I’m not trapped by a couple of absolute bores," she said.

"I’m also a single. If you don’t mind, we could sit together and combat any antagonists together."

"Thanks...that would be fine," was Leslie Summers response and I had set the trap.

The meeting ended and I headed straight for the ‘One More Time’ shop to find the least expensive formal dress that would let me add some ‘bait’ to my trap. I probably tried a dozen before I found the perfect midnight blue satin gown in a halter style and no back that was a front closure wrap that came with a jacket top so I wouldn’t have to rent a fur.

Getting ready for the dinner, I was able to use my black lace garter belt and stockings instead of the cumbersome pantyhose and my silicone enhanced breasts let me go without a bra so my sensitive nipples would be a constant temptation for Leslie Summers. My own stash of jewelry was inadequate but Ingrid was kind enough to lend me a nice diamond pendant and matching earrings so that my rich girl’s charade was complete as I went to the dinner.

I made it a point to be early hoping to spend as much ‘quality’ time with my target but was disappointed for most of the cocktail hour. When she did show up, I realized that Leslie had somehow altered her appearance. I smiled an acknowledgment and made way to her noting her make up was somewhat darker adding to the severity of her look though her lips glistened with a bright red gloss. Her dress was an exquisite full length shiny black gown with a choker around her neck. Below, was a ‘keyhole’ circular cut out that framed the generous upper mounds of her breasts and focused my eyes to a large gold ankh above her cleavage. The noticeable taper of her torso and narrow waist suggested she might, in fact be wearing a corset, and she was definitely taller than our earlier meeting as she greeted me saying, "Nice to see you, Miss Malone," and I noted her clear colored nail color had been replaced with very long nails and colored the red of her lips.

"Please, call me Pats...most everyone uses that."

"Ok, Pats. I’m Leslie, then. You look wonderful. I do like that color on you."

"Thank you, Leslie, and you’re quite striking as well."

We chatted and learned a bit more about each other before going to dinner. Our conversation about ourselves continued and nothing was said about business or financial matters. Together we ‘agreed’ that we were unattached because we’d not met the person who was our equal or worth our devotion.

I was learning that Leslie Summers was a very particular woman who didn’t have a great love for dalliance and learned that first hand when she said, "I see a spot on your dress. Mind if I remove it," and before I could respond she’d flicked her nails across my nipple’s protuberance on my gown and it immediately swelled further out.

"Oops, sorry. I didn’t realize what that was. I’ve learned to control any immediate infatuation. I find it heightens my desire the longer I wait. You might consider that," she said.

"I’d be interested. Doing anything later?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "Like I just said, I’ve no interest in the moment. Here’s my personal number. Call me after you’ve considered what I’ve said. I did enjoy our little talk and, perhaps, I’ll see you again," and she left.

I was pissed and couldn’t believe the bitch just blew me off. I sat there contemplating all the preparation, effort and anticipation for the dinner that Leslie had completely brushed aside and suddenly realized this was a person who had to be dominating. I had, in fact, piqued her curiosity and the whole evening was just part of her testing me and my willingness to let her control any relationship that might evolve. This would change my approach now that I knew my web had snared her. Now I had to be cautious as I proceeded or I might end up being the one caught in my own trap.

A complete ‘sub’ might’ve called that same night or within twenty-four hours, but I waited for a couple of days before I did and asked her, "I’ve given some thought to your philosophy and was interested in pursuing it."

"Pats, nice to hear your voice," she answered, "I was hoping you’d call. Actually, I may have some time this weekend. Call me Thursday, okay?"

"Sounds good, I’ll talk you then," and I hung up knowing full well that we’d be together. When I called back, I was right and we made the date. Leslie suggested wearing something comfortable since we’d be eating in and I thumbed through my closet trying to find the right outfit. If this turned a bit kinky, I wanted everything to come off quickly and easily so I chose a short front button sports dress covering a front closure spandex sports bra (for nipple protection) and matching panties. Instead of stockings or hose, I gave myself a double leg shaving, slipped on my sandals and headed over to her house making sure I was right on time.

I knocked once and the door opened before I could knock again and Leslie politely greeted me wearing a long black silk robe saying, "Glad you could make it. You look nice. Oh...thanks for the wine. How kind. Come in and get comfortable. I was just finishing up."

"The aromas are divine," I said, "Can I help?"

"Aromas heighten the anticipation. They’re only the moment but the meal is the true reward. Pour the wine and dinner is served," she answered and I followed her nice bouncing ass cheeks hidden by the robe into the dining area where I poured the wine and waited for her. When she came with the meal, we sat and ate. The food was great as we continued our previous conversations about instant gratification compared to enduring pleasure. Leslie concluded the meal by saying, "The mind must control the body...not the body in control," and she excused herself. I offered to clear the table confidently knowing I was aware the evening was following her plan, but must admit being overwhelmed when she returned.

Leslie’s appearance was intoxicating as she walked into the room wearing black laced leather boots that ended way above her knees with stiletto heels that were more than six inches high and a pair of black short pants that tightly encased her crotch. Above was a tight black leather corset that squeezed her waist to something under twenty inches and a black leather bra that pushed most of her milky white melons upward and inward creating a dark shadow between the two mounds. Her arms were completely encased in gloves that almost reached her armpits and the fragrance of leather completely enveloped her when she said, "If you’re still interested in learning, Pats, let’s go to the playroom...in the basement."

I’d come this far and expected this would be the next step but I was, admittedly, concerned knowing I’d be at her mercy for some time. Still, I had to accept and said, "I trust you. I’m willing," and followed her to the door and walked down the steps in front of her letting my eyes acclimate to the dim light.

As I reached the bottom stair, I could see various instruments of restraint and mirrors on every wall and my body shivered from the cool temperature and some nervousness. Leslie saw my body’s reaction and whispered, "All you have to say is ‘nine, one, one’ and our evening is done."

Her words helped diminish my anxiety and I nodded my understanding as I stood before her waiting to be tested and instructed in Leslie’s philosophy of mind over body.

"I need you to take your dress off," and I dutifully unbuttoned and removed it as I looked straight into her eyes implying trust and equality. "You have a very firm and youthful body and your posture shows you’re proud. That tells me your mind has some control. Now, remove your brassiere," and I did, releasing my melons from their confinement and the cool air popped my nipples out.

"Oh...no," Leslie said, "The body reacts without direction," and her gloved fingers rubbed each of the tips causing more growth and swelling. "This is not good. Come here and give me your hands," and she walked to an ‘x’ shaped frame bolted to the wall.

I obeyed her and she bound each of my arms on the frame then retrieved a small chain with clips at each end that she held in front of me saying, "Stick out your tongue so you can feel how little pressure there is." I did and was surprised that the clip was quite gentle before she removed it and immediately attached the clips to my nipples.

I think the shock was greater than the pain but the reaction was instantaneous and they swelled to their greatest length ever and I could feel urges creeping into my hidden nuts and dick when Leslie said, "Your mind must take control. Eliminate any thoughts regarding your body’s sensations. Your mind controls."

At first, I could forget the clips for a second or two, but with each repetition, the time lengthened and finally I completely erased the clips and was startled when I heard the chain clatter as it hit the floor.

My nipples had returned to their unexcited state and Leslie responded by saying, "Excellent. Your mind is powerful, Pats. Are you willing to continue?" and I nodded my compliance wondering what might be next.

What happened next truly surprised me. My eyes were locked on Leslie’s as she began unsnapping her leather bra as she said, "I must know if you’ve truthful," and my concern returned. If she could somehow detect that this was all a ruse, I was in trouble, but my fears diminished when she continued saying, "I must see that a woman’s body is your passion," and she opened the breast holster exposing her naturally full ‘C’ cup mammaries that were crowned by large red aureoles and incredibly elongated nipples that were pierced with quarter sized gold rings.

Leslie got her answer when my nipples engorged and protruded but she couldn’t see my balls churning and my cock trying to escape. I immediately began exercising my newly acquired skill hoping to ease the pressure in my groin as well as relaxing my exposed tips and succeeded.

"You have learned well...and your honesty excites me, my love. I saw the expected reaction when I exposed my breasts and their ornaments, but was more pleased when you demonstrated control. I’m glad you’ve been such a willing student. Let me thank you," and Leslie instantly inhaled a large portion of my tit and sucked until my nipple responded to her tongue before she lightly bit it. The pain was brief, but intense, yet I wasn’t ready to bail out. When she repeated her ‘thanks’ on my other melon, I had already begun draining my brain and my non-reaction pleased her.

Leslie backed away and continued removing more leather. She unsnapped the waist and took the zippered fly down, under and back up the back splitting the garment. When she stood up, I saw another gold ring piercing her navel and a completely bald pussy with a pair of smaller gold rings through each of her labia, with the last piercing and gold ring encircling her monstrous clit that was more a mini-dick. The teaching session had aroused her and she posed in front of me tugging on the nipple rings before her fingers pulled her lips apart by the attached rings flaunting the glistening moisture that was accumulating before she stepped to me with one nipple almost touching my lips.

"Will you thank me for being a good teacher?" as Leslie cradled her breast as an offering directly in front of my mouth. I wouldn’t refuse such a tempting treat and copied her earlier oral ‘thanks’ almost completely enveloping the milky globe before slipping my tongue into the ring. I slowly slid my lips together pushing her titflesh out until I felt the ring and pulled on it with my teeth. I heard her moan as her nipple stretched and her hands combed through my hair as she held me tightly and my eyes caught her mini-dick/clit bobbing just before she shuddered signaling her orgasm. I knew immediately that Leslie had not felt another’s sexual advances for a very long time and I had disrupted her ability to control her body and the most fundamental urge of all...sex.

I now knew she was mine but I continued the role playing in hopes of reinforcing the bond and removing any question of my commitment by slowly releasing her elongated nipple from my lips as she quietly said, "I love the way you did that. You knew what I wanted...and you delivered. Should we do more? Maybe a little kinky?"

I hissed, "Yes," and after she unbinding my arms led me to a reclining bench. After adjusting the backrest to an intermediate height, I straddled it and put my arms over my head where she bound them before wrapping leather choker around my neck and another wide leather strap around my waist.

Leslie straddled the bench and began licking a line from my navel straight up to my cleavage. Her mouth moved over the aureole and teased my nipple into prominence when I suddenly felt the pinch of the nipple clip. I waited as she traced her way to the other and repeated her mouthing but I now felt her pull the chain taut clipping it to the choke collar and the light tingle I felt earlier had changed to mild pain. I started emptying my mind but Leslie wasn’t done and returned her lips and mouth to each punished tip and sucked them into greater stimulation and erection changing pain into pleasure.

Her tongue now continued its trip onto my chin and around my lips before she tongue fucked my mouth and ended with both of us lip nipping each other.

She now had straddled my waist and slowly drew one breast to my mouth so I could return the pleasure. I did both and was shocked when my suckling drew milk that warmly dribbled down my throat. Each of her nipples was crowned with a milky drop as my mouth licked her navel before her glistening pussy was at my lips. I carefully traced each of the lips letting my tongue nestle and pull against the piercing rings and my tongue sliced inside her crack running up to the underside of her engorged mini-cock that beckoned me. I sucked it in as my tongue flicked the gold ring that surrounded it and Leslie drove her groin against me as tremors coursed through her and her love juices dripped onto my throat.

She regained her composure and stepped away looking straight into my eyes. Leslie already had cum twice and the sweaty glow on her body told me she wasn’t finished when she returned with a pair of scissors and began slicing through my spandex panties. She peeled the fabric away expecting a pussy but the astonished look on her face signaled her shock as my dormant cock slowly unwound and began elongating and thickening.

She looked at me and smiled as her fingers wagged her mini-cock silently accepting my surprise before she returned to the bench and straddled it in the classic sixty-nine position. Her lips wrapped around my helmet shaped knob as she positioned her soaking pussy over my mouth. I could only watch as her juices dripped out but she wanted my tongue inside her cunt as much as I did and she slowly lowered her gash until my tongue could tease her exaggerated love button. As Leslie’s tongue teased my pee slit and her mouth engulfed more of my swelling meat, her pussy drew closer letting me tongue her vaginal hole while her soft leather gloved hand slithered up and down my shaft.

A moment later, Leslie completely withdrew her mouth from my dick and began individually wrapping my balls and erection with a thin leather belt so there were three almost separate objects that were being strangled by one thin leather thong. I was tempted to yell ‘nine, one, one’ thinking she’d somehow exposed my charade as she stepped clear and I could see the nasty red coloration of my bloated organs looking like some bizarre flower arrangement, but I held off.

I’m glad I did because Leslie simply straddled my bound privates and impaled herself on my tortured cock burying it completely into her womb in one continuous thrust. She paused for a moment, then threw her head back as her hands grabbed her melons as if she needed to squeeze the milk out and screamed, "YYYEESSSS.....YYYYEEESSSSS...AAAIIIEEE" cumming one more time before collapsing my bound and tortured body.

Leslie was completely still except for her rapid breathing and heart beat. Slowly, she turned her face and began lightly kissing me as her hands released the bindings from my waist, arms and throat finally pulling the nipple clips free with her mouth then softly nursing the tender tips with her lips.

She sat up and smiled as she said, "Pats...trust me?", and when I nodded, she grabbed a pair of scissors and continued, "I’m going to rotate on your incredible accessory," and she pivoted. Slowly, she slid back exposing much of my punished dick and I felt the cold metal of the scissors uncomfortably close to my most tender parts before she snipped through the leather binding strap. With each cut, the pain subsided as new life surged in and my sexual excitement grew.

Leslie tossed the scissors away and quickly spun back around saying, "Now it’s my turn to please you," and her ass bobbed up and down using the walls of her vaginal tunnel to scrape the remnants of leather from my fully engorged and stretched cock. Her hips twisted and writhed rocking and yanking my meat while her mouth prodded my sensitive nipples erect. My hands cradled her mammaries locking her gold piercing rings between my fingers as she increased the speed and depth of our fuck.

I was there and yelled, "Now...NOW...NOW" and began twisting my hands stretching her pierced nipples as I felt my revitalized balls begin the unstoppable flood. Leslie’s voice joined mine as her mind relinquished control to the jolts of passion that shot through her and I felt her cunt twitching anticipating the surge as jets of cum began splattering against the walls of her womb. Together, our bodies froze as spurts of semen continued in reaction to her vaginal spasms.

Leslie dropped on top as our glistening bodies stuck together with the perspiration of our passion and we held each other letting our joined fluids slowly leak from her battered gash. We didn’t stir and just absorbed the warmth and total release of the other until Leslie broke the quiet saying, "Pats, spend the night?"

"Love to, Leslie, but...you destroyed my panties and I didn’t bring any spares," as I kissed her nose.

"I’ve got plenty. We’ll figure something out. Should we clean up?"

Her saying ‘should we’ confirmed I had snared Leslie completely and only had to be patient a while longer to uncover the smoking gun for Ingrid so I accepted her offer laughing together as our separating torsos audibly squished. She led the way to her stark white bedroom and sat as I undid her boots while she peeled off her gloves. Once naked, we showered together making sure every crevice, mound and protrusion was ‘extra’ clean and the complete satisfaction of our earlier lovemaking kept the fondling and kissing under control even as we crawled under the sheets.

"Pats, ever considered piercing. You’d be constantly aroused."

"If I did, Leslie, we might get them tangled and that doesn’t excite me at all," I answered.

"How about your penis. You do that and I’d probably have a heart attack from the pleasure."

"I’ll leave the ornaments for your body. They look divine," as I flicked one with my tongue. "Better get some nap time, lover," and we fell asleep with our bodies intertwined.

Leslie stirred me by arousing my dormant dick into a state of significant erection and by the time I had gathered my senses she’d entombed my meat into her warm tunnel. I opened my eyes squinting into the morning light as I heard, "Sleep well, my love?"

"Like a baby...until I was awakened in a most unusual way."

"Complaining?"

"Not at all," and I rolled us both over so I was on top for the very first time and in control. Leslie didn’t resist and smiled so I would know me she was totally accepting my dominance at this time. I bent over and kissed her before my mouth trailed over each of her milky white globes paying homage to her pierced nubbins and we both watched as they grew from my stimulation. Slowly, I wormed my growing member deeper as I continued to stimulate her erotic nerve endings.

Her hands initially teased my breasts but moved and cradled my head as I licked the bottoms of her breast flesh. I inched my way further down her torso letting my stiff member withdraw from her pussy until my lips encircled her awakened mini-cock while I lightly jerked it between my thumb and finger. I definitely hit her ‘g spot’ or a mass of previously untapped nerves because she drove her crotch hard against my mouth clutching my head as her body shook uncontrollably while my tongue flicked the tip of her clit.

I looked as retraced the trail of my tongue slowly sliding my swollen knob against her puffed lips before it penetrated her vagina. My mouth continued up her torso as my prick dove deeper into her heated tunnel crossing the fully elongated pierced nipples as Leslie’s legs wrapped around me. Our mouths met just as my bulbous tip slipped through her cervix and her arms embraced me as my pumping motions began in earnest. Back and forth I rolled my hips dragging and driving my thick cock in and out letting lust control our actions. Faster and faster I moved as mild shocks of pleasure jolted our forms. There was no interruption as our bodies bounced and smacked loudly reflecting the force of my pounding and we continued the pace even as the first jets of my seed began splashing inside. Leslie’s arms and legs tightened as she joined my orgasm and every fiber in our bodies was consumed with lust as we exploded together.

Once again, we had completely drained ourselves and both of us waited until we returned to a more normal state before Leslie tenderly whispered, "I wanted cream for my coffee but never expected to drown in it. You’re incredible. I’ve dreamed of you my whole life, Pats. Move in with me."

"Leslie, you’re consumed by the moment. Let’s relax and have that coffee. Got anything I can wear so we can have ‘quality’ time," as I rolled to one side.

She tossed me one of her robes and we padded off toward the scent of brewed coffee and warm croissants with some fresh fruit. Leslie had been a busy little lady while I snoozed and I thanked her for the obvious effort with a light kiss on her crumb encrusted but fruit flavored lips.

"Pats, I’m serious about having you move in. Will you?"

"We hardly know one another, Leslie, but I’m flattered."

Leslie then said, "I don’t need more time. In thirty days, I’ll have more wealth than I’ll ever need. You’re the one...and to prove my commitment, I’ll draw up the papers and make you an equal partner. I know you have money, but you’ll be independent of your family. Just you and I...together on some tropical island...no cares...just loving and being loved."

"Gosh, that’s so generous," I answered, "But this is so unexpected...so sudden. Do you mind if my attorney reviews it?"

"You’ll really think about it, Pats. Honest. Of course an attorney can look at it," and she leaned over and licked my lips before kissing me and tweaking my nipple. "You can pick up the papers before noon on Monday."

"That’s perfect," In answered, "I’ve got a quick trip out of town and I’ll tell you my decision when I return."

"Let’s celebrate with another round of good old-fashioned lesbian sex," she squealed.

"Leslie," I said, "I only thought I was coming to dinner and I’ve already missed an appointment today. Really, I’ve got to get going. Can I borrow a pair of slacks and a blouse so my ‘you know what’ doesn’t peek out from under my dress."

"Cute, lover. Of course I’ve got some slacks," and we found the necessary apparel. I dressed and we embraced and kissed for another fifteen minutes before we finally parted.

I had already spoken to Ingrid so after getting the papers from Leslie’s office, I met Ingrid and handed the packet to her. As soon as she saw what off-shore partnerships Leslie was offering me, Ingrid said, "You did better than a smoking gun, Patty. You just gave me the ticking bomb and Miss Leslie Summers will be apprehended in the next five hours. I can also assure you that she’ll be considered ‘a risk to flee’ and will not be able to post bail."

"Glad I was able to help out," I said.

There probably was a bit of sadness in my voice knowing the incredible sex I had enjoyed with Leslie would never occur again. I could’ve been richer beyond my wildest dreams, but at the expense of tens of thousands of folks whose savings and retirements would’ve been eradicated...and that is too high a price for one person’s pleasure.

 

 

 

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