What is missing in the life of a businesswoman who has everything – money, a brilliant career, and a position in society?
Sensual pleasures. Spicy entertainment. A passion that recognizes neither laws nor boundaries.
But – which of the three men who have recently appeared in her life will give her lessons in real passion?
Perhaps it’s worth finding out “experimentally”?…
Natalie sighed contentedly and spread all her limbs. This caused the tall grass to rustle, hiding the two prostrate bodies from the gazes of random passers-by who might be strolling through the meadow on this fine summer day.
She touched the delicate petals of the daisies with her fingers, while the hand of the man lying next to her slowly slid over her body. His fingers took turns touching the pinkish erect nipples, crawled down to the fluffy pubis and disappeared between her legs in a wet crevice. The man got up and began kissing her stomach and breasts, drawing patterns on her warm skin with his tongue. Having aroused desire in her body in this way, he stretched out on the grass, snuggling close to her. His hand caressed her vulva. Natalie hugged the man and pulled his mouth to hers, wanting him to kiss her. Then the man shifted the full weight of his body onto her, took his wet fingers out of her vagina, and Natalie was pleased to feel a long and thick trunk slowly entering her. She impatiently spread her legs wider to take the cock that was penetrating her deeper and deeper, and wrapped her legs around his body…
Natalie rolled over on the bed as the alarm clock shrilled in her ear. Lifting her head, she looked at the clock face. Six thirty. Natalie groaned. It was impossible to believe that it was already morning.
She reluctantly swung her legs off the bed and sat up, still unable to shake off the remnants of sleep. There was no point in staying in bed, even though the dream was very, very pleasant. With that thought in mind, she got up and headed for the shower. Today was going to be an extremely demanding day, and she intended to look her best. She was given a great chance to make a good impression on a mysterious client.
She got a call a few days earlier. The caller identified himself as the head of the family business’s trustee group in the United Kingdom. He categorically refused to give any additional information for the first time and asked her to come to a meeting at the Piccadilly Club, where he would be happy to explain the essence of the project to her. He gave her his name and added that she had been recommended by one of her previous clients. And that was all Natalie managed to learn from him.
Since she didn’t want to waste the opportunity, and she couldn’t afford to be too picky, she arrived at the Piccadilly Karev Club at two o’clock with a briefcase full of documents about past projects.
The club was a medium-sized Victorian building located in a quiet street off Piccadilly itself. The front door seemed to completely cut off what was hidden inside from the outside world. After some delay, she was let in and escorted to a conference room where three middle-aged businessmen in immaculately tailored suits were waiting for her. The man who was closest to the door stood up and held out his arms to her.
–Miss Carron,– he said, “I am very glad that you have the opportunity to join us. My name is Jeremy Gaskell. We talked on the phone. And these are my fellow trustees David Cameron and Charles Lanson.
After exchanging greetings, Natalie turned back to Jeremy Gaskell.
– Could you explain to me what the problem is? “What is it?” she asked. – After that, perhaps we could discuss how I can help you.
“It would be inaccurate to talk about the problem,” Jeremy Gaskell replied.–Nevertheless, let me introduce you to the situation. The company in question is called Lane Norel. This is a private family business that produces various kinds of cosmetics and jewelry. It was founded about fifty years ago by Amanda Norel and was inherited by her son George, and now his three children manage various sections of the company, although they currently remain nominally under the control of the trustees.
Michael is George’s eldest son. He is the Managing Director, and thanks to him, many successful reorganizations have been carried out recently. Susan, his sister, is the finance director, and Jack, their younger brother, was responsible for design and marketing until recently.
The company enjoyed fame and success in the United Kingdom and in Europe, but with the changing market, we faced the question: either Lane Norel will remain small and specialized, or we must enter the global market. We want to expand and plan to do this by launching a new product range. However,” Jeremy Gaskell looked uncertainly at the other trustees before continuing his story, “we have learned that one of our European competitors, Montedeneo, is planning to do the same thing around the same time. To put it bluntly, Ms. Carron, it seems that they have obtained information about our business plans and the nature of our proposed products.
“Industrial espionage?” Natalie suggested.
–The problem is that the number of people who have access to this information is very limited. We want you to investigate this case, take a close look at the three managing directors and determine which of them is leaking information. This needs to be done urgently, the matter requires that the most serious decisions be made within a month, so the answer to the question needs to be received as soon as possible.
Having finished explaining the problem, Gaskell leaned back in his chair and fixed his gaze on Natalie, waiting for her reaction.
“Actually, that’s not really my job profile,” Natalie said, slowly choosing her words. – I am a consultant and analyst. I’m studying how to improve the business, not the channels of information leakage.
“We know that, Ms. Carron,– David Cameron said from the other end of the table. – But you have gained a reputation among your clients as a specialist who analyzes quickly and accurately and is very careful at the same time. Besides, you have a small clientele, which suits us all the more. We want as few people as possible to know about this. If we contact a large company or launch an official investigation, it will complicate our relations with our family, with our potential investors, and with the market as a whole. He threw up his hands in frustration. – We want everything to be quiet and unnoticeable. And when you were recommended to us and informed that you are also an expert in the production of cosmetics, we were very pleased. Now you can see why we chose you.
– If you want everything to go unnoticed, how are you going to introduce me to the case? In other words, how will I get access to the information I need? Natalie asked doubtfully.
“Yes, indeed,” Gaskell replied, “if you agree to take on this case, then tomorrow a certain medium–sized firm will propose a project to improve technological systems and financial transactions. They’ll come to me. I will make sure that their proposals are approved, and you will become their representative for the duration of the project. This will give you access to all the directors, and then everything depends on you.
Natalie studied the men at the table for a moment, then shook her head doubtfully.
–I’m very sorry,” she said, “this all seems very interesting, but I don’t see how I can help you.” Yes, I’m familiar with the business, but I’m not an expert in cosmetics. And what’s even more important, I’ve never been involved in the cases you’re talking about–I haven’t played the role of a bloodhound.
Jeremy Gaskell immediately brushed aside her objections.
–Miss Carron,” he said, “we need this done, and we need it done now.” He glanced at Cameron, who nodded.
Natalie thought about it.
– Do these three directors know that information is being leaked?
Gaskell shook his head.
– And why? “What is it?” she asked anxiously.
Gaskell pursed his lips.
– Whether we’re right or wrong, we decided that we need to investigate the case before the traces of the leak are noticed. He leaned forward. –Miss Carron,– he added, –we’d really like you to take on this case. What should I do to convince you?
Two hours later, after making a few reservations, Natalie left the club with a new project, a very lucrative contract, and detailed specifications for each of Norel’s three children–the trustees insisted that they be named that way. Her work will begin next week. “During this time,” Natalie reflected, “I have to go back to the office and put my old affairs in order. I won’t have time to focus on anything else while I’m doing something new.”
Natalie headed to Mill Street, where she rented a tiny office space, took out her folders and sat down to type the final report for her latest client. Soon she was completely immersed in her work, and when she finished the report, she was surprised to find that it was almost seven o’clock. In an hour, she’ll probably finish everything else and be able to go home. At that moment, the phone rang, breaking the silence and peace of the deserted office.
–Natalie Carron’s consultation,” she said into the phone.
–Hi, Natalie,” the voice on the other end of the line replied. “It’s me.”
“Julian?” – she exclaimed, instantly recognizing the speaker, but surprised by his call. “What’s the matter?” Why are you calling? And from where?
– Anyway, I’m not far away. I was wondering if you’d like to meet me for a drink.
–Julian,– Natalie replied with a sigh, “I thought we’d already dealt with this.”
–Yes,– Julian said, –but if we don’t date, then how can we get back to talking to each other normally?”
“We’re not dating.”
–Come on, Nat, what’s the harm of having one drink?” Let’s sit and talk quietly over a glass of wine.
Natalie looked at the phone doubtfully. It had been three months since she and Julian had last spoken to each other. Admittedly, they ended their relationship quite civilly, but his current request was unexpected, to say the least.
At first, the conversation was stiff – neither Natalie nor Julian wanted to touch on unpleasant details related to the past. However, one glass of wine then turned into a bottle, and both began to talk more casually, although there was a lot left unsaid. Natalie couldn’t help but admit that Julian was still attractive to her. As he walked away to the bar, she carefully examined his figure: moderately broad, strong shoulders, a well-proportioned torso, and long, slender legs, which, as Natalie well knew, were covered with soft, glossy hair all the way to his groin, where the hair became much darker, thicker, and tougher, framing a long, not too thick penis. Natalie took a deep breath to calm down: with a dreary feeling, she remembered the hot love games at the very beginning of their relationship, and an irresistible desire seized her, she wanted good, hunger-satisfying sex.
Excusing herself to Julian, who returned to the table, she went to the ladies’ room, which was thankfully quiet, and locked herself in a gleaming chrome cabin.
“The wine must have had an effect,” she thought, lifting her skirt, and began caressing herself between her legs, gently stroking her cleavage with her middle finger, covered with tiny panties, and touching her clitoris with her thumb to enhance the sweet sensations. Leaning the back of her head against the wall of the cabin, she moved her middle finger along her pussy more vigorously and faster, while her left hand, regardless of her right, worked harder and harder with her clitoris in order to bring the matter to such a passionately desired discharge as quickly as possible.
Then, putting her hand under her jacket, she squeezed her left breast and began to rotate and pull the nipple, without stopping stimulating the clitoris and feeling the first slight tremors indicating the approach of orgasm. Julian appeared in front of her in her imagination: he pinned her against the wall of the cabin, knelt down and lifted her legs, put them on his shoulders, and then drove his long penis into her. The images became brighter and the sensations became sharper and sweeter as the intensity of masturbation increased. And now she is close to the goal, she leans her back and shoulders against the wall with all her might, while her stomach and hips convulsively twitch in orgasm, and her swollen clitoris pulsates under her hand. She barely suppresses the scream that is about to burst out of her chest.
After a couple of minutes, taking a deep breath, Natalie got out of the cabin with an independent look, stopped in front of a wide mirror to wash her hands, put on lipstick and sprayed perfume. All this time, she carefully avoided meeting the curious gaze of the attendant. She left the ladies’ room, if not with a feeling of complete satisfaction, then at least without the same feeling of hopeless longing. And she looked even more sexually attractive than before. And most importantly, she now knew for sure that something needed to be done to satisfy the burning desire in her.
I don’t care if he thinks I’m being reckless, Natalie told herself as she left the ladies’ room. When she returned to Julian, she noticed that he was looking at her suspiciously.
“Is something wrong?”
–I was thinking about how good you looked before you went there,– he replied, smiling knowingly. “And now you look even better and you smell so wonderful.” I know what you were doing there,” he continued, leaning across the table to kiss her neck. “I know you so well!”
“This is neither the time nor the place,– Natalie said coyly, at the same time surreptitiously thrusting her hand under the table. She reached for his crotch and was relieved to see that his penis was in an excited state and that Julian was experiencing as much desire as she was.
–That’s right,– he confirmed, quickly overcoming his surprise, after which his hand was under her skirt and slid to her crotch. “Let’s go somewhere,” he suggested, lightly touching the pubic area covered by the wet satin of her panties. His finger moved along the groove, found the swollen clitoris and pressed on it. “I’m staying with my brother in Chelsea right now. We can go there, continue the conversation, and at least partially catch up. Julian looked at her face, pinching the hair of her pussy, confident in the answer.
–Great,– Natalie replied, leaning over and squeezing his penis. She felt how wet it became between her legs under the caress of his fingers. “We’ll leave immediately.”
While they were driving, no one said a word, as no one tried to touch each other, although the atmosphere in the taxi was thickening with an incessantly increasing sexual tension. Julian paid the taxi driver, and they crossed the road, entered the house and closed the glass door behind them, shutting out the noise of traffic. Passing the doorman, they crossed the foyer and reached the elevator. Natalie could hear her heels clicking on the marble floor. Once in the elevator, they both pressed the button for the top floor at the same time, after which Natalie ran her hand over his shoulder, then through his thick, shiny hair. In response, Julian took her face in his hands and pulled her to him. Kissing her passionately on the lips, he simultaneously reached for the buttons and pressed “stop”. Without opening their arms, they pushed off from one wall of the elevator to the other, trying to rip each other’s clothes off. In the end, Julian pressed Natalie against the side wall, opened the jacket and made sure that there was nothing under the jacket but a bra. Having freed his breasts, he bit his lips into the swollen pink halos and began to suck them with all his might. Natalie involuntarily screamed from the sweet sensations that overwhelmed her and began to unbutton his shirt.
Pulling away from her nipples, Julian knelt down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her black panties. Natalie trembled with anticipation of what was about to happen. Julian pushed her panties aside, revealing a triangle of amber curly hair. His mouth pressed against the crotch, first parted the plump outer lips, then the thin inner petals, and Natalie fully felt the warmth and moisture of his mouth.
Natalie spread her legs as wide as possible, allowing his tongue to penetrate the blazing, dripping cleft. She leaned against the elevator wall, enjoying the way the tip of Julian’s tongue penetrated deeper into her vagina. She moaned with pleasure, which aroused Julian even more, and he worked his tongue more vigorously.
He dipped his tongue in and out, and at that time his fingers found the swollen clitoris and began to rotate it and squeeze it gently. Natalie writhed and moaned; the tension in her entire body increased, discharge approached, and somehow suddenly, as if a sweet explosion occurred in her body, the flame of voluptuous sensations seemed to leap from her loins to her head, she collapsed powerlessly on Julian and screamed in ecstasy.
However, this powerful orgasm only increased Natalie’s desire to take over Julian’s body, to feel his penis in her vagina, in order to bring their sexual intercourse to a logical conclusion. She resolutely pushed Julian’s head away from her pussy, laid him on the floor, and in the blink of an eye unbuttoned his belt and pants fly.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” “What is it?” she asked, seeing Julian lift his hips with a groan and stare at her with oily eyes. “Want some?” – she repeated, lowering her shaggy pussy over the protruding penis.
– Yes, yes! – Julian answered hurriedly, and Natalie caught the head of the penis with the mouth of her vagina and slowly sat on it.
She began to twist and wiggle her hips, and he responded in kind and pushed against her, while the rhythm of their movements gradually increased. These movements generated ever–increasing sweet sensations in him, which were supposed to lead–and soon led -to a stunning orgasm. However, the walls of her vagina continued to involuntarily compress the long penis inside, which eventually twitched convulsively and poured hot sperm into the mouth of the uterus in several portions. Gradually, the screams and moans of the partners subsided, only their heavy breathing could be heard.
After recovering a little, Natalie sat up, and the penis that had lost its strength left her vagina.
–Julian, that was amazing,” she said, trying to get her jacket and skirt in order.
“What are you going to do?” “What is it?” he asked, still lying on the floor and trying to look under her skirt.
“I’m going home.”
“Are you kidding?”
“I have important meetings tomorrow, and then neither of us wants me to stay.” Isn’t that right? – she concluded, methodically buttoning her skirt and pressing the button for the first floor on the elevator panel.
“I like you, Nat,– Julian said sheepishly, avoiding her gaze. – It’s been a long time since I’ve felt as good as I did today.
“Let’s be honest,– Natalie said. “I think you just wanted to prove to me that you can still be a good partner in bed.” Well, you’ve proved it. Let’s leave it at that. You know, Julian,” she added as the elevator began to slow down, “whatever the reasons, our relationship is over, and we both know it. I’ve been pining for a while, but it’s all over now. It’s time for us to each go our own way in life. If you want, I can call you sometime, if I have a free evening, and we can have sex- as long as you have enough. And now, good night, Julian,” she said and got out of the elevator, leaving him standing with his mouth open.
Chapter 2
The next morning, she woke up feeling peaceful, except that her thighs ached from exertion the night before, and her satin underwear was chafed in some places. She stretched out under the covers and began to reflect on life in general.
Things didn’t seem to be going too badly.: She got a well-paying job; the scuffs on her upper thighs would go away; the sun was shining brightly through the window. Natalie swung her legs off the bed and, pulling back the curtain, looked out into the street, where people were rushing to the subway to get to work, and thought about the positive side of the fact that she works for herself.
Chapter 3
Natalie stood in front of Norel’s house and felt herself trembling with excitement. The house was four storeys high, if you count the ground floor and the attic, and was surrounded on all sides by a high wall. The massive cast-iron gates opened in front of Natalie. And she saw a garden and a short gravel path that branched off: one part of it led to the back of the house, the other to four steps and a heavy, white–painted front door.
Instructed by Michael, she dressed in jeans, a white cotton shirt, and over it a light jacket that matched her boots. All she had in her hands was a purse, which contained a set of cosmetics and a toothbrush. An elderly servant greeted her at the door, who bowed and motioned for her to follow him.
“No matter how strange it may seem,” she thought, –I’m already here.” Once inside, she noticed that the lobby was spacious and cool. There was a wide staircase in the center of it. The servant led her up the stairs surprisingly quickly, and when they reached the top, he led her into a spacious bedroom decorated in light cream tones. The servant coughed softly, watching Natalie pacing the room, wondering if this was really where everything was going to happen.
“If you want to change, madam, call me when you’re ready.” Someone will come and get you.
There’s that word again, Natalie thought, nodding politely. The servant left, and she began to be tormented by suspicions: who is she – a package that will be delivered somewhere? A shudder ran through her body–and not from excitement, but from excitement. Since Michael fucked her so spectacularly in the office, she had no doubt that this weekend would bring her a lot of pleasure.
Looking around, she realized exactly what the servant meant when he suggested she change her clothes. On the bed, she saw a bikini consisting of a strapless bra and a narrow, skirt-like bottom. It was made of soft suede. Very sexy, she thought, realizing that she had nothing to put under her skirt. It is quite obvious that all its charms will be easily accessible to anyone who wishes. Natalie took off her clothes, put on a bikini and began to look at herself in two large mirrors.
She had to admit that she looked stunning. Light, delicate suede set off her dark, tanned skin, and slender, long legs peeked out from under the uneven edges of her skirt. Her navel looked tempting above the waistband of her skirt. Her breasts were already swollen, and her nipples bulged through the soft, thin material that hugged the hemispheres tightly, creating a deep cleavage between them. After that, Natalie put her finger to the cleft of her pussy, whose lips became hot, and her clitoris twitched excitedly. Unable to control her lust anymore, Natalie rang the bell, as she was told.
Almost instantly, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a black silk dress and a white apron entered the room. Without saying a word, she motioned for Natalie to turn around. Natalie obeyed and felt that the woman was blindfolding her with a silky blindfold. It made it completely impossible for her to see anything. Taking Natalie by the hand, the woman led her out of the room.
They walked across the soft carpet in complete silence. Finally, the woman stopped and knocked on the door. Natalie found herself on the threshold of another room. A hand grabbed her and pulled her inside. There was a thick, fluffy carpet here, too, and she could also smell an intoxicating, dizzying scent. Natalie felt her hand being lifted and wrapped around her wrist with a soft ribbon or rope, then the same was done to her other arm, and then to her ankles. And although neither her arms nor legs were tied too tightly, Natalie lost the opportunity to escape. After that, the blindfold was removed from her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but only for a moment, because the lights in the room were dimmed. Natalie stared at the wall of the alcove. She also saw that her hands and feet were tied to a hook in the wall. An unfamiliar male voice broke the silence.:
“Don’t try to turn around.
- why? Natalie asked, startled to hear a woman’s voice in her ear.:
“Do as you’re told and don’t ask questions. We’ll decide what to do.
A stack appeared from somewhere behind, which slid first over his stomach, then over the inside of his thighs. Natalie gasped in shock when the stack dropped sharply onto her buttocks, protected only by a flimsy skirt. Then the stack went over the buttocks a second time. This time Natalie was ready, and this slap seemed exciting and stimulating to her. She didn’t see the performer, but what was happening excited her more and more. Her pussy swelled and moistened, and the stack continued to stroke her skin, slid between her legs, touched the groove between her outer lips, and droplets of released juice glistened on the surface of the trunk.
There was silence behind Natalie, and then she felt hands moving along her spine, rubbing oil into her skin. When they reached the bra, the hands gently unbuttoned it and spread their actions over the breasts. Warmth spread through Natalie’s entire body. Sweet sensations were born in the nipples, which rose up and became firm. And someone’s hands continued to conjure over the hemispheres of the breasts and, it seems, reluctantly returned to the spine.
Natalie felt rather than heard her breathing. There were no thoughts left in my head – there was only a desire for all this to continue. A blissful languor gradually took possession of the body. Through the haze of these sensations, she realized that another pair of hands was caressing her lower body. These hands slid up the legs, reached the crotch, began to play with curls of hair, then massaged the entrance to the vagina, finally opened the petals of the lips and focused on the clitoris.
A whole range of sensations permeated Natalie’s body, and she moaned softly. Suddenly, a dildo appeared from behind, which first slid between the buttocks and then into the vagina. The hands above and the hands below acted in complete agreement – some rubbed oil into her back, others inserted a dildo into Natalie’s bosom without stimulating her clitoris.
Natalie moaned, experiencing increasing arousal and a desire for release. And so the dildo was removed from her vagina, she felt a body touch from behind, someone’s arms wrapped around her waist, and then they went down and parted her big lips. A shudder ran through her body when she felt a man’s cock touching her body. She squirmed to take an active part in the act that was to follow this tentative touch. However, the restraints limited her movements, she could not turn around and see the participants of this action.
Suddenly, the whip landed on Natalie’s buttocks again, this time the blow was stronger than before. And she howled in pain and surprise. A voice behind her said in a stern tone:
–Shut up. You were told not to move or look back. If you try again, it will be even worse.
And the speaker, as if wanting to confirm what he had said, slapped her buttocks with his whip again.
“Is that clear enough?” “What is it?” the voice asked.
–Yes,– Natalie breathed.
“Do you want to start all over again?” The same voice asked.
–Yes, please,” Natalie replied. –Please,– she added, longing for the hands to caress her again and the penis to quickly enter her bosom.
Finally, hands appeared on both sides of her again, which began to lift and knead her breasts and pull at her swollen nipples. Natalie moaned from the sweet sensations, dreaming of more, but her hands stubbornly refused to go below her waist.
Then she heard movement behind her, fingers slid over her stomach and pubis and began to gently play with swollen big lips, touching her clitoris with oily fingers. Natalie leaned forward, lifting her buttocks and pressing her ass against the man’s groin in a desperate desire to get rid of the tension.
“What do you want?” “What is it?” a voice asked softly in my ear.
–Fuck me,– Natalie moaned. “I want you to fuck me properly.”
In response, the hands pushed and bent her, and she felt how a thick, strong and warm penis, lubricated with oil, began to slowly sink into the depths of the vagina. Then the invisible partner began to thrust rhythmically, gradually accelerating the movement, and his balls beat against Natalie’s buttocks. The man’s hands continued to vigorously stimulate the breasts.
The invisible partner suddenly changed the rhythm of his thrusts, slowly removed his penis from her vagina, then inserted it back into Natalie’s bosom. She gasped, anticipating the approach of orgasm, and the man accelerated the pace of movements again. Moans and screams accompanied Natalie’s discharge and a long series of shudders as her partner ejaculated into her womb.
As the convulsions of orgasm subsided, Natalie heard movement behind her. Hands untied the bonds on her legs, and she turned to see Michael sitting in a large leather armchair in jeans and a light turtleneck. His hair was neatly combed. And his whole appearance made Natalie feel torn and naked. A smile touched his lips, which made her think that she had probably not copulated with him. However, there was no other man in the room. There was only a woman with a stick sitting at Michael’s feet.
While Natalie was looking at her and trying to figure something out with her still-awake brain, the woman, who was clearly of Asian descent, rose elegantly to her feet. She was wearing a short dark green robe that went well with her olive-colored eyes. The woman smiled at Natalie from a distance, then slowly approached her and knelt at her feet. She raised her hands with long dark red nails, spread Natalie’s thighs and plunged her tongue into her cleft. She ran her tongue along the entire cleft all the way to the swollen clitoris.
Natalie gasped as the woman pulled away from her, stood up, and returned to Michael. The woman knelt down again and, with precise movements, unbuttoned his jeans, bent her head and began to suck his cock. Natalie watched what was happening with a painful feeling, because she could not take part in it, nor could she touch the increasingly throbbing clitoris, and she could not even see Michael’s penis, since the girl’s head was blocking it.
Natalie spent the rest of the day studying the documents, trying to figure out the channels of information and thus determine where and how an unknown employee could receive it and then pass it on to competitors. When it was time to go home, she felt completely exhausted and fell into despair, because, as predicted by Jeremy Gaskell, no one had access to this information except the guardians and directors.
Arriving home, Natalie poured herself a gin and tonic and, kicking off her shoes, climbed with her feet on the sofa. Picking up the remote control, she decided to entertain herself on a cable channel with some low-grade spectacle. But then the phone rang. With a sigh, Natalie put down her gin and tonic and picked up the phone. She was surprised to hear Jeremy Gaskell’s voice.
“What’s the matter, Jeremy?”
– I’m a little worried about how things are going.
– What do you mean:
– That it will take a lot of time.
– What did you expect? Natalie asked reasonably. “I haven’t even met or talked to Jack yet.” I won’t be able to see him until tomorrow, and I can’t discuss the situation with Susan until next week. Listen, if it’s a matter of money…
–No,– Jeremy interrupted, –that’s not the point. It seems,” he paused, “that we have another information leak. The packaging of one of our competitors’ products is very similar to ours. If they throw the product on store shelves, it will make it very difficult to sell our product.
– Won’t such a similarity affect their sales? Natalie asked.
– They are in a different market segment.
– Do you mean that they are cheaper?
“Exactly.
– Therefore, the consumer can switch to them if the product is just as good.…
“… And it will be, because it has the same characteristics as ours.”…
– …and some of your consumers will buy their product.
“That’s right.
There was a pause as they both considered possible moves.
– Can’t you sue them for copyright infringement if their packaging is so similar?
“I don’t know,– Jeremy muttered. – Of course, there is such an opportunity, but so far there is nothing to file a lawsuit for.
Natalie sighed.
– Apparently, no one but you and Norel could have passed on such information. But I have no evidence to confirm this assumption and determine who exactly could have done it.
– Does your gut tell you anything?
–That’s not what I get paid for,– Natalie said flatly.
–That’s right,– Gaskell agreed with a sigh.
“However, you could do something for me,” she added. – I would like to have access to some encrypted reports on the computer. Susan definitely said she wouldn’t help me with that.
“And you want me to give you the password?”
- Yes.
“Well, I’ll do what I can.
–Okay,– Natalie said, reaching for her briefcase. – Here are the files that I would like to examine: AC.2, Fin.21, Cal-3a…
Natalie went to meet Jack the next morning with a feeling of anxiety. He was responsible for product design and marketing, so he could be suspected in the first place. However, he had little to do with the production itself–that was Michael’s field. So what the hell is going on?
Natalie was close to despair: the more she bit into folders and files, the more definitely she came to the conclusion that it was impossible to solve the problem. At the same time, she recalled with some pleasure the first time she met Jack outside of Michael’s office. They differed in temperament and appearance, but it was impossible to call the younger brother unattractive. Moreover, he looked even better outwardly than Michael, although he was inferior to his older brother as a person.
“Again,” Natalie mused, returning to the topic that had been preoccupying her all morning, “you gave Michael the opportunity to impress you in bed; you should give Jack the same opportunity.” Besides, Michael himself said that they should participate on equal terms. A wave of excitement ran through Natalie’s body; she suddenly imagined two such different men caressing her at the same time – and she felt wet between her legs.
Natalie pushed away such voluptuous thoughts and turned to look in the mirror before going to Jack. She was wearing a strict blue linen suit and high-heeled shoes of the same color, but the dark red satin blouse under the jacket and the necklace hiding in the cleavage promised the attentive observer much more than was presented for viewing, and thoroughly softened the severity of the official attire. Running her hand through her hair, Natalie allowed herself to think about sex with Jack for a minute, imagining the two of them ripping off her outerwear, leaving her in the red underwear she had put on specially. She planned to give Jack the opportunity to impress her with more than just his office manners. “And this will give me the opportunity,” she thought, “to fully understand him, as I tried to understand Michael.” Taking another look at her reflection, Natalie adjusted her blouse. “He won’t be able to stand it,” Natalie concluded confidently, and with that, she headed for the arranged meeting.
Natalie knocked on the door and, hearing “yes,” entered Jack’s office. He was gloomily sitting at the computer, but when Natalie appeared, interest lit up in his eyes.
–Hi,– was all he said, but he did it with the same friendly look as the day before.
–Hi,– Natalie replied. – How are things going?
Jack looked at the display again.
–Damn car! She seems to specialize in making me feel like an idiot.
Natalie smiled.
–Well, I doubt it,– she said, sitting down on the other side of the table. – For example, what are you doing at the moment?
“I’m reviewing packaging systems,– Jack explained, sighing.
– I don’t want to be rude, – Natalie said, – but for someone whose life is connected with the cosmetics business, you are surprisingly indifferent to your products.
Jack made a face.
“You guessed right. And it’s not a big secret. The whole thing is not a very attractive thing.
Natalie stared at Jack in surprise.
– Your brother and sister find it very attractive.
He laughed.:
– You know, sometimes it seems to me that these two only feed on this case and think about it even in their sleep.
– In that case, why do you continue to work here? Natalie asked curiously.
Jack shrugged his shoulders.:
– A family tradition. Again, money.
– So maybe you should still work somewhere else? Natalie asked cautiously.
He shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“I won’t get paid as well anywhere else,” he replied, turning to the screen. And then, with a heavy sigh, he turned back to Natalie: – I’m sorry, but you caught me at the wrong moment of a bad day. Don’t pay any attention to my whining. What can I do for you?
Natalie looked at him for a while, assessing the situation.
“Listen,” she suggested, “let’s move the conversation to my office.
Jack raised his eyebrows:
– Is there any reason for this?
Natalie smiled:
“I think you’re already sick of looking at the screen, but I don’t have a network computer.” She stood up. – I would like to talk about your business and your role in it. I bought a bottle of champagne so you can be more honest. Let’s have a drink, and you can tell me about the production in a quiet, cozy office.
Jack smiled cautiously:
– You don’t look too much like the other consultants who worked for us. I mean, that’s not exactly orthodox behavior, is it?
Natalie shrugged her shoulders.:
– If it helps the work, then what does it matter? She turned and walked out of the office, leaving Jack sitting at his desk.
A few moments later, as her heels clicked on the wooden floor, she heard Jack’s office door slam shut and he followed her. Natalie stopped at the elevator and held the door open for him to join her.
“At least,– Jack said, –it’s better than sitting at a computer.”
Natalie smiled indulgently.
Jack looked at Natalie in surprise through the crystal of his glass:
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Natalie stood up, walked around the table and, standing behind Jack, gently put her hands on his shoulder.
“You heard me,” she replied, “but I’m ready to repeat myself.” This will give you time to think. She felt his muscles tense with her fingers. “I have a job to do here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of the opportunity if it presents itself. She paused for a moment. “And I think you’re the opportunity.”
“In what way?” Jack asked. Natalie felt his muscles relax under the influence of her soothing stroking fingers.
–Well,” she explained, “I think in order for us to work together, we need to get to know each other better. Isn’t that right? Jack nodded. –And we should probably meet outside the office, have a glass of wine, and see what happens next.” She paused, and Jack nodded again. – Or maybe we should meet right here.
Natalie turned the swivel chair in which Jack was sitting to face herself, quickly lifted her skirt to her hips and stood over Jack, wrapping her legs around his knees, causing him to lean back.
“So,” Natalie continued, –I think we’ll get to know each other better.”
She wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck and pulled his lips to hers. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, exploring and teasing with careful movements, and her hands gently stroked his neck, forehead and eyebrows.
To her surprise, Jack reacted very sluggishly to her actions. She had already realized that he wasn’t very enthusiastic about business matters. But he turned out to be passive here too. He made no attempt to push her away, but he did not show in any way that he was pleased with her caresses.
Somewhat worried about this, Natalie slowly moved away from him.:
“Is something wrong?”
He shook his head.
–I… I was just a little surprised,” Jack muttered, trying not to meet Natalie’s eyes. She raised an eyebrow doubtfully. “No, really,– he said. “I’m all right now.
When Natalie arrived at the Lane Norel office the next morning, she found a note from Susan suggesting that they meet earlier than planned, as well as another message from Michael, who invited her to his office at eleven o’clock. Natalie reread his note. It was brief and formal. Wonderful, Natalie thought, and took the folders out of the top drawer of her desk and got to work. The tone of Michael’s note was annoying. Damn, she thought, he’s capable of teasing me with just a few lines.
Natalie leaned back in her chair and looked at the papers spread out on the table. Had she made a mistake sleeping with Jack? Their breakup was quite emotional, and he insisted on meeting her the next evening, but now that she had gotten to know him to a large extent, she had a feeling that it was necessary to limit their relationship. At least until she completes the analysis. Jack was tight-lipped about some aspects of his work, and when they talked about his activities over the past few months, she wasn’t entirely satisfied with some of the explanations regarding his trips outside the city. Natalie sighed and tapped her pencil on the table. Some of Jack’s explanations were questionable, but she couldn’t point a finger at it outright. At least for now. It seemed mean to her to think of him like that, because she really liked him. Nevertheless, there was something unsettling about his answers to her questions. He was somewhat evasive. Just a little bit…
It was exactly eleven o’clock when she knocked on Michael’s door and opened it without waiting for an answer. He was sitting there, shuffling papers from stack to stack.
“You’re late,” he said sharply when she appeared.
–Not at all,” Natalie snapped, and sat down in the chair opposite him. “Do you have something important to tell me?”
Michael pulled out a piece of paper from the stack and, glowering at her, asked:
“What is it?”
“I have no idea,– Natalie replied. “First, show this paper to me.”
There was a pause. Michael was clearly angry about something, but before she could ask him the reason, he changed the subject.:
“Where were you yesterday?” I’ve been trying to contact you.
“I wasn’t in the office. I don’t just work for you, and I’ve been dealing with other things at home.
“Who was with you?” Michael asked, as if he had fired a shot.
“It’s none of your business.
“Was that Jeremy Gaskell?”
Natalie stared at Michael in surprise, and then laughed out loud.:
“What are you talking about?”
He waved the piece of paper again.:
– Why does Jeremy want to have access to these files?
– If you don’t tell me which files you’re talking about, I won’t be able to answer your question.
“Don’t mess with me,” Michael hissed.
“Don’t beat around the bush,” Natalie retorted. – If you have a question, then ask.
– Did you ask Jeremy Gaskell to give you the opportunity to read the classified reports?
- Yes.
“For what purpose?”
– So that I can determine what information is available and what can be done to improve the technology.
–That’s bullshit!
She shrugged her shoulders.:
– As you wish.
There was silence. Michael studied Natalie’s impassive expression for a moment.
“I’ve been talking to Jeremy about this,” he broke the long pause. “Jeremy says he thinks your request is perfectly justified. So I agreed. For now. But this is the first and last time.
– In that case, why did you agree this time?
“Jeremy convinced me of the honesty of your intentions.
Natalie raised her eyebrows:
“Well, it’s fine if that’s the case, although that’s not a good enough reason for you to agree.
Michael turned on Natalie again:
“You know, your employers would find it very strange if you were kicked out before you could even make an offer, let alone our agreement. You need to remember that.
“Why on earth would you throw me out?” For insubordination?
Michael shook his head.
“What’s the matter with you?” – he asked. – Or do you just like living under threat?
–Okay,” she said, getting up. “Thanks for the information, Michael. You can be sure that I’ll remember everything you said. And I’ll tell Jeremy to talk it over with you next time I need new information.
As she walked to her office, she wondered if she had gone too far in her relationship with Michael. If she strongly opposes him, he will surely expel her, even though she is currently under the protection of Jeremy Gaskell.
When Natalie first came to Lane Norel, she was thoroughly intimidated by Michael’s wayward personality. However, right now, to be honest, she felt an unnatural satisfaction at being able to put pressure on him until he lost his temper. Sitting at her desk, Natalie felt a sensual shiver at the thought that he might lose control of himself again. Obviously, he can arouse her in any condition and without special conditions.
Susan invited Natalie into her office.
“I’ve been dreaming about meeting you for a long time,” she said.
Her office was strikingly different from her older brother’s traditional-style office. The desk was made of light wood, and the walls were covered with dark red wallpaper with golden patterns. The room was oriented to the south, and the sun’s rays streamed in through the windows, reflecting off the golden swirls on the tables, the polished light-colored tabletop and the shiny armrests of the sofa. Susan was clearly expecting Natalie’s reaction to the decor of the office.
“It’s definitely different from everything else in this building,” Natalie said.
“Good, isn’t it?” – Susan reacted vividly. “You should have seen Michael’s face when he first came in here. Susan led Natalie to the couch. – He thinks it’s vulgar and unprofessional, and says he wouldn’t want all this to be seen by clients. He won’t let me let the financial inspectors in here. I can imagine how his face will fall when he finds out that I’m making a second appointment in this office.
“Does it really bother him that much?”
Susan smiled and wrinkled her nose.
– I’m very eccentric, or at least that’s what they say about me. And I try to justify this impression. Michael knows that I’m just trying to get him that way. She glanced sideways at Natalie.: – My spies tell me that you like to do the same thing.
Natalie gave her a surprised look.:
“What is it?” To get your brother?
Susan smiled.:
She took a sip of tea. – But let’s talk about business anyway.
Natalie nodded and pulled out a list of questions she wanted to clarify.
For an hour or more, they discussed financing and development systems, talked about what needs to be changed and where investments are needed. Finally, Susan leaned back in her chair and scooped up the papers that were in her lap into a pile.
“Maybe we should stop there.” – She suggested.
Natalie looked at her papers carefully:
“I suppose we can leave it at that.” I have to think about what to do next and what other questions to ask. I may need to take a look at the hardware. Can it be done?
Susan nodded.:
– I think so, although it would be wiser to coordinate this with Michael and Jack so that everything is for sure.… Now,” she added, getting up, “if that’s all, how about we get something to drink?”
Natalie glanced at her watch, about to decline.
– It’s already late afternoon. Should we have a martini?
Natalie smiled:
– I can always be seduced by such an offer.
Susan stopped on her way to the bar.
“Really?” I need to commit this to memory.
Susan retrieved bottles of gin and vermouth from the bar, as well as a cocktail shaker. Opening the small refrigerator, she took out a tray with ice cubes. After mixing all the ingredients, she began shaking the shaker.
“I don’t believe the nonsense about spoiling gin in a shaker,– Susan said. – I want the cocktail to cool well and stir.
Natalie nodded.
Susan poured the prepared drink into two large glasses and added a couple of olives each.
– Well, that’s it. A cocktail for two. Cheers,” she said.
– Your health.
They took several sips in silence.
“I was impressed by how quickly and without preparation you answered questions during the meeting,– Susan interrupted the pause. – It put an end to my doubts.
– Did you have any doubts?
“Now you have nothing to worry about. Susan smiled. – Everyone was satisfied. She took a sip from her glass. – You see, I wanted to check what you are like. My spies told me that you communicate with Michael outside the office, so I wanted to know your abilities at work as well.
Natalie tensed and stared into her glass, trying to guess exactly what Susan knew about her relationship with Michael. However, Susan did not comment on her phrase, and gradually Natalie’s fears dissipated.
“Why don’t we go out and have dinner?” Susan asked suddenly. – Unless, of course, you have a boyfriend or a cat waiting for you at home.
Natalie laughed.:
– There is no cat, no boyfriend. I’m too busy to deal with men. And as for dinner, it sounds tempting.
–Well, all right,” Susan smiled. – How do you feel about Spanish cuisine?
Natalie nodded.:
– I feel great.
Susan immediately went to the phone. As she dialed the number, she said:
“I know a great family restaurant off Dover Street. It’s small, but the food there is exquisite. I visit him often. Can you imagine where it is?
Natalie nodded and wondered if she would have the opportunity tonight to extend her analysis to Susan as well, and whether that would be a good idea or a bad one.
After a short conversation full of jokes and laughs, Susan hung up the phone and said:
– We can go there at any time. Should we have another martini?
It was almost eleven o’clock when Natalie woke up the next morning and went downstairs to the spacious kitchen. She saw Alex cooking eggs and bacon, and Susan, in an excitingly petite bikini, was busy making toast. Jack was sitting on the veranda reading a newspaper.
Susan looked up:
– Yeah, finally!
Alex looked up from the stove:
– Good morning, Natalie! You can grab a cup and join Jack. There’s coffee in there, and I’ll serve breakfast in a few minutes.
Natalie nodded gratefully, took the cup and went out onto the veranda.
–Hi,– Jack said, looking up from the newspaper. “You look a little…
–I know,– Natalie muttered. – How did you three manage to stay so lively?
Jack shrugged his shoulders.:
– Suzy has many years of practice, and I seem to have taken a bite less than the three of you. I joined your company a little later,” he reminded her, pouring her coffee and kissing her on the cheek.
Natalie sat down in an armchair and, sipping her coffee, began to look out at the garden.
After breakfast, she felt better and no longer seemed like a black sheep among others.
When Alex cleared the dishes from the table, Susan stood up and said:
– And now it’s time to take a dip in the sea. Who wants to?
Natalie immediately got up:
“I wish.”
Alex nodded.:
– You can rely on me too.
Jack stretched in his chair.
– At the thought of being attacked by ice-cold waves, I say no. I’d rather rest and stay dry.
Susan snorted.:
“Okay, but you’ll be making lunch.”
The three of them took towels and went out into the garden, and from there they headed to the beach. The bright sun drove many vacationers out of the house, but hardly any of them could overshadow the spectacular figure of Susan in a green mini bikini. Alex and Natalie, following her, looked pretty ordinary in comparison.
Is she always this active? Natalie asked Alex. – I’m exhausted, even you look a little tired, but Susan’s energy is bursting.
Alex chuckled.:
“Did you notice that?”
And Susan was already in the water, already cutting through the waves with her hands and swimming vigorously, moving away from the shore.
“Come on!” Alex shouted, threw away the towel and started running towards the sea. – The last one will remain without sex!
A few hours later, Susan lifted her head from the folder and handed it to Natalie, who was studying the product flows on the computer screen. They were both sitting in an alcove in the living room on the ground floor, surrounded by folders, papers, and Natalie’s preliminary conclusions.
“The numbers here show a drop last quarter,” Susan admitted with a sigh. – But this is Michael’s field rather than mine. As for my area, everything looks pretty good here.
Natalie nodded absently, continuing to study the numbers and diagrams.
“You know,” she murmured, “I think you could significantly improve these flow systems. There are several bottlenecks in the factory, and the delivery system should be improved. She turned to Susan, “Do you have a delivery report and analysis?”
Susan got up, walked over to her desk, and crossed her arms over her chest.:
– Natalie, it’s Sunday, we’re at the seaside, and I’ve had enough. We can continue the analysis tomorrow.
Natalie glanced at her watch–it was three forty. They had been here since they returned from the beach. Susan grabbed her wrist.
– In a few hours we will get in the car and go home. So let’s get some rest and have some fun now?
Natalie leaned back in her chair and stretched.
– Okay. What do you suggest? Take another dip in the sea?
Susan laughed.:
“Not really. She ran her finger down Natalie’s neck. “You look hot in those clothes.”
Natalie smiled:
“It must be the weather, because you seem to be hot too.”
Natalie was wearing a simple black bikini and a short skirt that covered only a small part of her rounded hips. Susan managed to take off her green bikini and replace it with an equally provocative pink one – a miniature version of a bra and a transparent strip of material on her hips. Both women looked at their outfits and smiled cheerfully. At that moment, there was a knock, and Alex stuck his head in the door.
“Aren’t you done yet, bookworms?” “What is it?” he asked, looking hopeless.
Susan and Natalie exchanged glances and laughed.
“Fortunately, we’re done,– Susan said. “I thought I couldn’t take Natalie away from the files and papers at all.
Alex smiled.
“It seems that you need to have some fun,” he said, entering the room.
“And how do you want to entertain us?” Natalie asked, seeing that he was heading towards her.
“I’m not sure yet.
“But I have an idea,– Susan said from behind her.
Alex put his arm around Natalie’s waist from the front, while Susan stroked her from behind. Natalie’s attention was distracted by Alex’s kisses and Susan’s light stroking of her thighs, and it took her a moment to realize that Susan’s fingers had unbuttoned her bra and were caressing her breasts.
Natalie stood between Alex and Susan, who took off her bra and tossed it aside in one motion. Then she worked on the bottom of the bikini, and soon the bikini was on the floor. Natalie was left in a tiny skirt. She stepped over a bikini lying on the floor. Susan knelt down in front of Natalie, lifted her skirt, exposed her hairy pussy and began to kiss her. A shudder of pleasure ran through Natalie’s body, and she put her hands on Alex’s shoulders to steady herself. In response, Alex pulled Natalie by the head, and his tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. Meanwhile, Susan continued to explore Natalie’s vulva, forcing her to spread her thighs wider. After a few hot kisses, Alex released Natalie and took a couple of steps away.
“I really love watching women pleasuring each other,– he murmured. He strode over to the couch and sat down, keeping his eyes on Susan and Natalie. “Go on, then.”
“Only if you show us what’s hidden in your shorts,– Susan replied, standing on the floor in front of Natalie.
Smiling, Alex stood up and pulled down his shorts to his knees, exposing a protruding penis, the head of which could show the number “eleven” on the clock.
–I thought you were entertaining us, not the other way around,” Natalie said.
“Admit it, it’s not that bad,” Susan objected. She pulled away from Natalie for a minute, untied the bows on the side of her bikini and was left in just a bra. Kneeling in front of Alex, she added, “As for your penis, you’ve had it harder.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and lightly jerked him off. The trunk visibly tensed and swelled. “You see? Now work on your own.
Turning, she walked back to Natalie, who held out her arms, wrapping her in a hug.
“You know, I don’t think a sex show is such a bad idea,” Natalie said. – And you look so appetizing now that you’ve dropped the bottom of your bikini. Let’s take off the top as well. And I think that now that you’ve cheered Alex up a little, we can all cum together.
“You’ve changed,– Susan said. “I didn’t think you’d agree to a threesome.”
“You must have watched your videotape badly,– Natalie said in a whisper.
Susan raised her eyebrows.
“Really?” – She said with interest.
Natalie bent over Susan and began licking her nipples. She glanced at Alex, who was watching the women closely and gently jerking off his cock.
– Well, Alex, do you like the show? What else would you like to see? Natalie asked.
“I’d like to see you bite her nipples first,” he instructed calmly.
Susan lay down, spread her arms and legs, her beautiful and tanned body relaxed. Her crotch and pubis were covered with thick black hair that covered a vast area. At the same time, the hair was so thick that it hid the gap.
–Mmm,– Susan murmured, blissfully closing her eyes. “Lick and bite my tits.” I really want that.
Natalie obediently tilted her head, her hair fell over Susan’s body, blocking Alex’s view, and he could not see how the tongue began to circle around the hard nipples and dark halos.
Susan groaned.
– Yes, yes, even more. Bite them a little. She shuddered with pleasure and shifted her hips.
Alex’s hoarse voice was heard:
“Now get to the pussy.” I want to see you lying between her thighs.
Natalie sank lower, nibbling lightly on Susan’s sides as she went, lingering on her navel. Settling on the floor between Susan’s legs, as Alex demanded, she lowered her hips with her hands, spread her labia and stuck her tongue into the pinkish slit. Susan’s hips jerked convulsively, and Natalie spread them wider, at the same time spreading her hair more.
Natalie’s tongue penetrated the cleft, and her fingers found the clitoris and began to play with it lightly. She felt Alex get up from the couch, kneel down behind her, and carefully take off the skirt she was still wearing. At this time, Susan, lying in front of Natalie, moaned loudly. She lowered her hand to her pussy and began to help Natalie’s finger vigorously massage her own clitoris.
“I’m coming!” “What is it?” she moaned. Her heavily swollen clitoris throbbed, her whole body convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy, and then her hips sank powerlessly to the floor. Oh-oh-oh!
Alex stopped massaging Natalie’s buttocks for a while and watched Susan’s orgasm with fascination. Finally, Susan opened her eyes and sat up with a groan. She pulled Natalie’s head towards her and began to kiss it gratefully. Meanwhile, Alex resumed his occupation and began to feel the cleavage between Natalie’s buttocks and perineum.
–Come on, Alex, go ahead,” Susan smiled at him, continuing to hug Natalie by the shoulders. “I want to see you go down into it.”
Alex’s hand found the entrance to Natalie’s vagina, and Susan reached for the bureau and picked up the video camera. Releasing Natalie from her arms, she squatted down in the far corner of the room and began filming the copulation process.
Alex bent Natalie down so that she rested her head on the floor and lifted her ass, revealing a split pussy pad covered with blonde hair.
–That’s a good girl,” Alex praised. Hugging her hips, he began to drive his penis into the cleft.
Natalie called the Lane Norel office and asked to clarify who owns the S200BS terminal, and also said that she would not appear at the office. She was busy preparing the performance all day, although she couldn’t stop thinking about the materials Alice had delivered to her, and she rubbed her eyes irritably.
Damn, she thought. There was some kind of inconsistency. It was possible to assume that J. M. Norel was Jack, but the terminal from which the letters were sent was located in Michael’s office. Jack’s password was used for one email, and Michael’s for the other, and that didn’t prove anything either: the three directors might have known each other’s passwords. Finally, the files were accessed three days before the information was transmitted. And in each case, both Norels were in the city at the time.
Well, Natalie thought, at least Susan could be ruled out as a suspect. She was abroad when both letters were written. And yet, whether it was Michael or Jack, he made the mistake of using the company’s computer to write to competitors, unaware that someday in the future the destroyed data could be recovered. If it weren’t for this mistake, there probably wouldn’t be any evidence at all.
Damn it, Natalie thought again, throwing the papers on the table in annoyance. Now there is only one thing to do – open the cards either to one of them or both. She sighed heavily, got up from the table and went upstairs to take a shower and masturbate under running water. She undressed, directed a tight stream of the shower to her pubis, and immediately cursed irritably when she heard the doorbell ring. At first, she wanted to ignore him, but the call came again and was more insistent this time.
After putting on her kimono, Natalie went downstairs and opened the door with an angry expression on her face. Michael Norel was standing in front of her, about to ring the bell again. They stared at each other in silence for a while, and finally Natalie invited him in, and Michael literally burst into the house.
–Hi,– she said, then saw the look on his face and stopped.
-no need! – he said sternly, raising a warning finger, and rushed forward until he hit the wall, after which he turned around and rushed towards it. – Very nice! “Stop it!” he barked. – You have to do a lot of things to afford all this!
“What’s the matter, Michael?” Natalie asked, puzzled.
“That’s the same question I was going to ask you!” I want to know what’s going on, and damn it, I want to know right now! Start telling me! Come on, come on!
I don’t think Natalie has ever seen a more angry person in her life.
– What should I tell you about? “What is it?” she asked. She had no desire to prematurely release the results of her conversation with Jeremy Gaskell, especially since she did not know to what extent Michael was aware.
–You little bitch! “Stop it!” he barked. – I don’t make mistakes about people that often, but when it happens, I’m close to insanity! His voice trailed off, and he tried to pull himself together and leaned against the wall. He nervously crumpled the fabric of his jacket with his hands.
“What do you want to know?” Natalie asked, staring at him.
– I want to know: who are you working for and why?
– I’m working in the interests of the cause, that’s all.
“You’re also a lying bitch!” – he said, but this time in a calmer tone, having managed to pull himself together. “You know, I really liked you. I thought we understood each other. After last night, I seriously decided that we can continue our relationship. I should have realized that everything you’ve done goes to the person who pays you. He shook his head. – I can’t believe that last time you just let me fuck you. Your blood must be like ice water.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Natalie snapped.
– Who are you selling my company to? Michael asked menacingly, and despite feeling anxious, Natalie laughed–:
“Am I selling?” Me? This is some kind of stupid joke! You must be crazy!
She turned to leave the room, but Michael crossed the distance between them in two strides and blocked her path. He turned her around and pinned her against the wall. His face was only inches from hers, and his eyes were blazing.
“You won’t be able to fool me anymore!” “Stop it!” he hissed.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a while. They were both breathing heavily, and they both felt their libido welling up.
“Trust me, you’re wrong about that,” Natalie whispered.
“I’d really like to,” he said mockingly.”Tell me: who pays you?”
Natalie made an attempt to free herself from Michael’s arms.
– Michael, calm down, and I’ll try to explain everything. But I can’t answer all your questions yet. All I can say is that what you’re talking about is complete nonsense.
“So how much is it going to cost me to figure it out, you shameless bitch?” “Stop it!” he barked. “Will you need another necklace?” Another night at the hotel?
Natalie’s reaction was instantaneous–she slapped him hard in the face.
–You’re a fool! “Stop it!” she hissed. “If you’d listened to me a little bit, you might have learned something by now.
Michael didn’t say anything. He continued to look into Natalie’s eyes, as if assessing her. And suddenly she felt his hand crawl under her kimono, slide over her bare stomach and squeeze her pubic hair. Natalie sucked in a deep breath and pressed herself against the wall. And Michael’s hand, rubbing her pubis, rushed further between her thighs, found her labia and parted them. Natalie stared into his eyes in silence. She wanted to tell him to stop groping her, but the words wouldn’t come, she seemed petrified. To her horror, she felt that arousal was growing in her, and Michael could feel it, since he had already inserted his fingers into her vagina and probably felt the moisture that appeared.
“I still can’t believe the betrayal,– Michael muttered.
–You should know that there was nothing like that,– Natalie hissed and, grabbing his head, pulled him to her to kiss him.
To her dismay, Michael resisted it.
“Little slut! You want to use your tricks again! Or maybe we should put everything on a business basis? What’s your price for me to fuck you now?
Natalie pushed Michael away with more force than she seemed capable of at all, and turned to run away. However, he caught her, parted the skirts of her kimono and pinned Natalie to the door. Immediately, she began ripping off his clothes. Michael was panting, he passionately wanted Natalie’s body and finally tore off her kimono. He unbuckled his belt, his trousers fell off, and a cock, heaving and twitching with irresistible desire, appeared from under his underpants. Without any words or preparations, Michael dumped Natalie on the windowsill, spread her thighs, lay on top of her and instantly drove the trunk into her vagina. And he began to move quickly, frantically, driving his penis all the way to the uterus and then almost completely removing it from the vagina.
Natalie took this frenzied pace, wriggling her whole body. Balls were beating against her ass, and he was panting and throwing insulting phrases at her.:
“Is that what you wanted, whore?” Fuck without money to calm your conscience? How many times have you fucked for money, you filthy whore?
Their violent coupling did not last long. Michael’s insults subsided as he began to pull down and convulsed. Having completely poured into her vagina, he abruptly pulled out his penis, as if he was disgusted to touch her now.
Michael hurriedly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt, while Natalie tried to put on a kimono with trembling hands.
“Satisfied?” “What is it?” she asked.
“I paid for it!” Michael snapped. Then he sighed and said in a calmer tone, “Why, Natalie?” That’s what I’d like to know.
“I assure you, Michael, you have the wrong idea about all this. I have not done the slightest harm to your cause.
He whirled on her.
“I called your company,” he said, “to ask about your friend Alice Devane. It turned out that they had never even heard of such a person. And one more detail is added to this. They don’t seem to know much about you either. No one knows who’s paying you, but apparently it’s coming from Montedeneo Cosmetics.
“How the hell do you know that?”
Michael’s eyes flashed:
“So it’s true?”
- No! Natalie shook her head.
“Then you should know that I’ve discovered that Montedeneo owns the recipes for our most important products and has our marketing plans in place. This is what could ruin Lane Norel. So I’m asking you again, Ms. Carron, what the hell do you want in my business?
Natalie bit her lip.
– Michael, could you take my word for now that I’m completely innocent of the information leak? Michael opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. Let’s say you believed it. Then obviously there’s someone else who’s selling secrets. And I have to tell you that the leaks started before I joined your company. You should have known that.
He shook his head.:
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” It’s all gossip. But the information that reached me is very specific and detailed.
– Have you discussed this with anyone? Natalie suddenly looked worried.
Michael shook his head.
“Very well.”
- why?
– You see, not many people have access to this information. Right?
He nodded again, but then an angry expression appeared on his face.
“You don’t want to lay the blame, do you?”…
Natalie raised her hand:
“I didn’t say anything. I only need a day to resolve the issue and then make a statement.
“So you don’t have any proof?” – Michael said sarcastically. – I wonder what a woman with your abilities can do in a day?
“For God’s sake, Michael! Natalie retorted sharply. “What have you got to lose?” You know where I live, you know my name. If you want, take my passport so that you can be sure that I won’t run away abroad!
He pursed his lips.
“I’m not sure.” All I know is that my competitors have important information and someone is to blame for passing it on. So far, we’re still able to pull through, but in the event of a new leak, we’ll be screwed. And it bothers me a lot.