The Agreement Ch. 04-05

The Agreement Chapter 4

Lily's Story

I remember the first time I met Tina. I was living at Ron's house. Walking down the hallway from my bedroom to the kitchen, I watched and listened to Tina.

"May I please you, Sir?" Tina then dropped to her knees and started sucking Ron's dick.

I knew about Tina; she was the latest victim of Ron's Agreements, just like I once was. I was either visiting my sister in Arizona or my parents in Florida, or drumming up business for my cleaning service; I had not met her yet.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Tina was deep throating Ron's seven-inch dick. She was doing better than I could. Once she was finished, I started gently clapping, "Nice job. You must be Tina."

I surprised Tina, but she was a trooper and didn't try hiding what she had just done. I approach Ron and Tina, "You have a little...." I took my finger and scooping up the little bit of Ron's cum what hadn't made it into Tina's mouth and licked it off my finger. "Yummy."

I then took Ron's scotch from his hands and took a swig before kissing Ron hello. That's a rule. Ron is strange like that. I guess Ron things he might turn gay or something if cum makes its way to his mouth. Meanwhile, he loved to fuck me and stick his dick in my mouth.

Anyway, that was the first time I met Tina. But it wouldn't be the last time I'd see her on her knees. You see, Tina had agreed to follow Carol's request to be a submissive to Ron or 'Sir' as Tina calls him.

I know. I know. This might sound a little confusing. Let me back up and tell you my story, or at least my version. I'll start with how I met Carol, ended up under an Agreement, living at Ron's house, and.... Well, let me just tell my story.

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Carol hired me as a housekeeper. I would occasionally watch her kids, too. Carol and Ron have a son and a daughter. When I met Carol, she lived with her children in a house Ron had bought for them. It was a strange relationship that I would soon learn and become part of.

If Carol and I had no plans for the evening, we would sit by the pool, drink wine, and Carol would tell me stories. I loved hearing what went on at Ron's house. I really wanted Carol to invite me to one of Ron's parties. "I need to ask Ron. They're um private," Carol would say.

Carol had a problem holding her liquor. I'm not sure she remembers everything she tells me when she's drinking. But Carol told me about Ron's parties and the kinky politicians and their dirty secrets. I know about the Agreements. I also know that Carol loved Ron, and he had this... control over her. Most times it sounded like Ron's a dick, but Carol still loved him.

Most nights, when Carol drank too much, it was because of Ron. I was a shoulder for Carol to cry on. Ron was seeing a woman named Clare. Carol called her the Bitch. Carol blamed Clare for her failed marriage to Ron. Carol divorced Ron because of his affair with Clare. Carol was now competing with Clare to win Ron back.

I know, I know. Why did she want to get back together with Ron? Love is a tricky thing, I guess.

The Agreements with other women were of no concern to Carol, "those women are there to keep Ron entertained. They are just toys for his fetish." Carol realized the only way she could be with Ron is if she accepts that he will have sex with other women.

"It's just how it is, Lily," Carol would say, "marriage and dating are different now. Open relationships are the thing now, I guess."

While open relationships might be common nowadays, in Carol's relationship, it was only Ron seeing other women; Carol wasn't seeing anyone else.

Carol divorced her second husband, who she told me was a good man, all because of Ron. I told Carol many times to find a man to please her. Fuck Ron, just more on.

As I said, Ron was... dating Clare, I guess you could say. Clare is very possessive and controlling. She would get Ron to do things that upset Carol. Carol's biggest fear was that Ron would give Clare what she wanted.

"That Bitch wants to hang me upside down in Ron's playroom and torture me. Not like Ron does to me. Clare's kink is pain and pleasure. That's why whips and leather straps hang on the walls in Ron's playroom. Clare was the one that asked Ron to build that damn playroom.

I also know Ron has shared other women under Agreements with Clare, too."

That's what upset Carol most. "Ron never used to be like that. She changed him, and I see it more and more each day."

Of course, Carol told me this when she had drunk a little too much and didn't remember the next day.

I enjoyed spending time with Carol and being there for her. Carol was a mess and on all kinds of medications.

One night when Ron was away and my boyfriend was entertaining clients, Carol and I were out by the pool drinking a little too much--well, at least it was a little too much for Carol.

I told Carol I wanted to expand my small housekeeping service. Of course, she jumped right in, slurring her words, "You don't want an Agreement with Ron. I'll lend you the money."

She was concerned for me while I wanted to see Ron's playroom and more. I wasn't into the pain and pleasure, only the pleasure.

But I went on. Carol, I don't want a loan. Let me finish. "I follow this girl on TikTok. She cleans houses topless. Her tips are more than she charges to clean a house." I was excited, and we were both tipsy as I shared my idea with Carol.

"My business could make a lot of money with your tits Carol," I had wanted to play with Carol's tits and get between her legs since the first time we met. I wanted that hot as fuck MILF. Carol must have been like ten years older than me. I was 25 at the time.

"How does this sound, Carol? 'Lily's Topless Housecleaning. Your wood floors won't be the only thing hard when I'm done.' I'll put that on the side of my van." That was my idea for a slogan. I was joking with Carol as she threw a few ideas my way.

It was a hot, sticky August evening, so I stripped down to my thong and walked into the pool. "Come in, Carol." The water felt so nice," and take your top off your bikini top. Let those money makers out."

Carol was already in a bikini, and since going topless was common at Ron's house, Carol had no problem taking off her top and showing off her tits.

"Carol, have you ever been with a woman?" I just threw it out there. The worst she could do is turn me down.

"Um... no. Well... kind of." She said nervously.

"So, you, kind of.... kissed a girl. In college, maybe?"

"Yes," she had a smile on my face. "But it was just one time."

"Ron shouldn't be the only one having fun." I gently held Carol's face in my hands, and we kissed. "Do you like that, Carol?" She did and didn't want me to stop. Was it the alcohol...? I don't know, but I had no plans of stopping.

I was gently sucking and biting Carol's nipples, and I slipped my fingers between her legs. Carol didn't pull away; she just kissed me harder.

Carol was nervous. I took her hand. "It will be fine." We walked to Carol's bedroom. "Just lie back and relax," I told her.

I started my way down Carol's body, but it was hard for me to leave her tits. I had wanted to play with them for so long. I learned that she gets excited when you play with her nipples. I brought Carol to orgasm by just gently sucking and biting on her nipples. Well, maybe not gently.

I finally made my way between Carol's legs and didn't stop. Carol begged me. "It's too much, please, Lily, please no more. Oh my GOD! Yes! Please don't stop."

I knew this would not be the last time we would be together.

"Should I... um? Do you want me to?" It was all new to Carol.

"It's okay, Carol, tonight is all about you. We aren't men. I'm not selfish. Now come snuggle with me."

Carol was still asleep while I was making breakfast for the kids.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Scramble or fried?" I asked.

"Um, scramble please." She was deep in thought as I handed her a cup of tea.

"Kids, how about a movie?" Once I had gotten the kids settled in front of the TV, I returned to the kitchen to talk to Carol.

"Carol, you want to talk about last night or just ignore what happened and blame it on the wine?"

Carol asked, "Can we blame it on the wine?"

I smiled as I responded. "This time we can."

Carol and I spent many nights in the pool, on the kitchen table, in her bed, in the shower. There was a side of Carol she didn't know existed. Carol is a true submissive. She tries to deny it, but she is. Ron controls her, and I guess I might too.

So, how did I end up under one of Ron's "Agreements"? Ron paid for a lawyer to get me out of jail and represent me at my hearing.

I wasn't supposed to be out of town. But I returned early from a visit with my sister in Arizona and thought I'd surprise my boyfriend. I was the one surprised.

Around 15 or so people were at my boyfriend's house, where I was living. The women were all naked, men were doing lines (Cocaine) off their tits. Some of the women were doing lines of the men's erect dicks. I had no problem with any of that. I was getting turned on watching, too. But I didn't like the drugs.

My boyfriend and I had been dating for a year, and I knew he smoked pot. I had no idea who these people were, and I didn't want to make a scene in front of his friends. I just wanted to know where he was and that he was okay. You know, not fucked up and doing something stupid.

A couple of the guys must have thought I was there for their entertainment as they started grabbing my tits. I slapped a few hands and went in search of my boyfriend.

Well, sitting in a recliner, I found my boyfriend. He was high as a kite, with his dick in some girl's mouth.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him and he just smiled. He probably didn't even know who I was. "After you finish him off, I will expect you to do the same to me," I said to the woman whose mouth my boyfriend's dick was in. I assumed she was paid for entertainment, so why not take advantage of it?

I knew it wouldn't take too long for her to finish off my boyfriend. That's one of his problems. He gets too excited and cums before finishing me off.

Men! But he had a good job, and he is good at licking my pussy.

I was encouraging this woman to take my boyfriend's cock deeper. I even helped by pushing her head as my boyfriend thrust upward. I was getting excited and wanted my turn. Fuck it, I grabbed this woman's hand, "Come with me." I led her to the bedroom.

"Hey," was all my boyfriend said as I walked off with his slut.

"Go find someone else, she's mine now."

I was on my back, suffocating this beautiful woman between my legs. She knew what she was doing. And that's when all hell broke loose.

The door got busted in. I saw windbreakers that said DEA and FBI. That's when I knew we were all in trouble. I would soon learn that my boyfriend was a drug dealer, and the guys at his house were his clients. They were all businessmen who worked for Fortune 500 companies. And the girls were high-priced hookers. Escorts.

My parents live in Florida, my sister lives in Arizona. With no one else to turn to, I called Carol.

In return for Ron's help, I had to sign an Agreement. It was worth it. Ron knows people, and I was looking at doing time. The DA, who was a dick, was trying to prove that I was involved. The attorney Ron hired said they wanted me to testify against my boyfriend or go down with him.

Since the DA convinced the judge that I was at flight risk, I had to be under house arrest. My boyfriend's house was a crime scene, and in the basement, there was a room that I never bothered with. I was full of drugs and a shit load shit load of money. I was not permitted back into the house, so I had nowhere to live.

Once again, Ron was there for me. Ron hired me as a live-in housekeeper and nanny. Being a nanny allowed me to drive up to 50 miles from the house.

Once I was cleared of all charges, Ron said I could stay at his house. As long as he let me stay, I was not going anywhere. There was never a dull moment at Ron's house, and Carol lived a block from Ron's house.

Did Ron tease and deny me pleasure? That was Ron's kink. Or did he turn me over to Clare to torture me with pleasure, and pain?" I was Clare's toy many nights. Ron would leave me to do as Clare wanted.

I lied to Carol when she asked me how Ron was treating me. I would tell Carol I loved it, which I did. Ron was incredible. But he would leave me in the playroom with Clare. Clare was and still is a crazy bitch. Sometimes I enjoyed being with her. But when the ball gag was secured, I knew there would be pain and no pleasure.

After being abused by Clare for hours and left strapped to the cross or bench, Ron would appear to play with me next.

Even after my Agreement was up, I was still a toy for Ron. I told Clare to fuck off.

I didn't know all the details of why Tina was under an Agreement. I knew it had something to do with stolen money. Tina would eventually tell me.

Anyway, I became close to Tina. The three of us, Tina, Carol, and I, would meet for lunch and, once a week, have a girls' night out.

I met Tina's husband, Steve, and would see him when Carol and I would pick up Tina for a night out. He was different from Tina. He was shy and quiet. He never asked questions. Maybe he just gave in and figured it was what it was, and there was nothing he could say or do to change Tina. Or maybe Tina and Steve were into... you know... hotwife. Well, I was wrong about that.

We were out at a bar one night, and these guys were hitting on us. The only man going anywhere near Carol is Ron. Me, I'm single and I was looking to get fucked.

I was waiting to see how Tina would respond. She was dancing with a few guys, but one guy, a good-looking guy, tested his limits. Tina threw a glass of wine in the face of this guy and kicked him in his balls. Needless to say, the night ended early, and I didn't get laid.

Tina told me her Agreement was with Ron. She loved being Ron's slave, but she was only with Ron because of the Agreement. 'Once my year is up or Steve finds who stole Ron's money, I will only be Steve's to do with as he pleases. I'm hoping I can convince him to... you know... be more aggressive. I want Steve to be like Ron.'

Tina also loved her new job, the people she worked with, and the people she met. Ron introduced Tina to his friends who owned LifeStyle, and she was hired as an editor.

Steve hated that she was working for LifeStyle. Steve told Tina it was more of Ron's manipulation, and Steve might be right. Ron was manipulative. Tina's once-a-month Agreement turned into every other weekend.

Was Tina happy with her Agreement with Ron? She did love the sex, but even she felt Ron was taking advantage of her, and she was concerned about her marriage.

It wasn't what Carol expected either. Carol made a deal with Ron. To limit Clare's time with Ron, she told Ron that Tina's fantasy was to be a sex slave to a dominant man. Ron agreed to spend less time with Clare now that he had Tina, but Ron spent just the same amount of time, if not more, with Tina. Carol didn't blame Tina. Carol was trying to convince Ron to let Tina out of her Agreement.

Tina confided in Carol that Steve was not happy. Tina had told me the same. "Steve usually gives in to me. He might not be happy, but he gives me what I want. I thought this would be the same. Steve would be upset but would accept it.

He locks himself in his study at night and ignores me. Most nights, I eat dinner alone. Steve hates Ron for what he has done to us and our marriage. I wouldn't be surprised if I come home one weekend to a divorce agreement waiting for me."

Ron said no when Carol asked him to release Tina from her Agreement. That pissed Carol off, which led to a fight between Carol and Ron. Next thing we knew, Clare was at Ron's house more often. That was Ron's way of dealing with Carol. Ron could be a controlling dick.

Once Clare was back in the picture, we knew Clare would be abusing Tina. I would listen at the door, hear the whip and muffled sounds. Tina had that gag in her mouth, I'm sure.

I was like Switzerland around this house. I knew more than I let be known, but I wasn't taking sides. Even if Ron was being a dick, I love Ron for what he did for me.

And that brings us to the Bahamas trip.

Tina knew Steve didn't want her to go. He told Tina he wouldn't be there when she got back. In all fairness to Tina, going to the Bahamas was also a requirement of her new job. She had to attend LifeStyle week in the Bahamas and write an article on her experiences.

LifeStyle is a one-stop shop for your kinky needs. They host a week-long event that caters to the alternative lifestyle. A hotel is rented out for the event. At the event, vendors sell their merchandise and hold exhibits. The only place where clothing is mandatory is the hotel lobby. Other than the lobby, the hotel is just a free-for-all.

Women or men walking around with their spouses or significant others on a leash. Men paraded around with noting on but a cock cage. Women with two men. I assume the husband and the wife's bull. There were also couples dressed like animals.

Sex was going on everywhere. Plenty of swinging and swapping too.

Tina returned from the trip, and Steve was gone just like he said he would be.

I was sad for Tina when she told me that Steve had left her, but happy when she called and asked me to come to her house. Tina didn't want to be alone.

No, I wasn't going to tell Tina that if Steve loved her, he wouldn't have left her. No, I wasn't going to seduce her either. Tina loves Steve. But she was playing with fire. Tina told me Steve had pictures and videos.

I will have my revenge.

That's what Tina said he wrote in his letter. But revenge on whom? Understandably, Steve would want to take revenge on Ron, but Ron wasn't the one who had framed Steve.

Tina was a mess when I got there. She was trying to convince herself that Steve just needed some time. She handed me the letter that Steve had left for her. By this time, I knew the whole story, the missing money, Ron putting his money up, and Tina signing the Agreement over Steve's request for her not to.

Six months passed, and there was no sign of Steve. But one Saturday afternoon, we felt Steve's revenge.

The Agreement Chapter 5

Steve's Story

I did not take the most direct route to Arizona. I decided to visit other sights along the way. I mapped out all the RV stops and hotels where I would stay. Was I running away from my wife? Maybe that was part of it.

"Steve," an acquaintance, business associate, and maybe even a friend, looked at me with a smile, "for your protection, we need you to take a trip. Is there any place you've always liked to visit?"

As a kid, I always enjoyed visiting historical sights, caverns, camping, and hiking.

Tina was more of a beachgoer. Our vacations were spent at waterfront resorts. Tina enjoyed the Spa and Nightlife. As always, I gave Tina what she asked for.

Don't get me wrong, I love the beach. I grew up on the shores of Long Island. But I wanted to travel like I did as a kid.

I wanted Tina to come with me that Friday afternoon. I begged her not to go to the Bahamas. I guess she didn't believe me when I told her I wouldn't be here when she returned.

I bought a new iPhone under my parents' plan. My parents, lawyer, and a few others were the only ones who knew how to contact me. My mom and dad were a little concerned. They knew I would often have to testify based on my audit findings. But I never had to go off hiding.

"Are you in the witness protection program?" my mom asked.

I just laughed, "Mom, you need to stop watching reruns of In Plain Sight."

"What about Tina?" Mom asked.

"It's best if Tina doesn't know where I am or how to contact me. I'll call her if I need to. Remember, if anyone asks, I told you I needed to get away for a while. But don't worry, I'll call you once a week."

I also spoke confidentially with my friends at the IRS. I told them I was leaving Audit and Recovery Services. I was now under a contract, I was an independent contractor, to assist with IRS audits. I wasn't taking business away from Audit and Recovery Services. The IRS has plenty of audits it can't manage. I took on the audits that were along my route to Arizona.

Saturday morning, I went to the Sea Breeze Diner for breakfast. That was my routine every Saturday morning when Tina was off with Ron. I returned home to a small used Class C RV waiting for me. The salesman and I traded keys, and he drove away with my SUV.

I packed my RV with the things I would need for my trip to Arizona and the National Parks I would visit. I planned to visit the Smoky Mountains, Yellowstone National Park, Yosemite National Park, and Mount Rainier National Park. I would camp in the Bad Lands. The Crazy Horse Monument was on my list of things to see.

There were many attractions I planned to visit along the way, or rather out of the way. I had no plans or places to be.

Over my journey, I hiked and went on horseback trails or ATV/UTV at each stop. I met nice people from all different states and countries along the way. The RV parks were a blast.

I met a guy named NC who always had jokes or words of wisdom to share.

NC was his nickname. I thought it was because he was originally from North Carolina. He was from North Carolina, but it was more than that.

His nickname is in honor of the 26th Infantry Regiment. NC is a history buff. Most people are interested in the pirate ships that have sunk off the North Carolina coast. But not NC. NC was interested in the 26th Infantry Regiment.

NC gave me a brief history lesson. "Organized in August 1861, at a plantation three miles from Raleigh, North Carolina called "Crab Tree,". Its members came from counties like Ashe, Union, Wilkes, Chatham, Wake, Caldwell, Moore, Alamance," He loved the topic and would go on if I didn't stop him.

"The regiment served at Fort Macon, on Bogue Island, North Carolina, then fought at New Bern. During the war, it was assigned to General R. Ransom's, Pettigrew's, Kirkland's, and MacRae's Brigade. It saw action in the Seven Days' Battles and later the conflicts at Rawls' Mills and Goldsboro. The 26th went on to fight with the Army of Northern Virginia and some other places......"

Anyway, it was interesting to listen to NC and his stories. It's also worthwhile to read more about the 26th Infantry Regiment.

NC told me his grandfather and his grandfather's friends were members of the 26th Yankee Division Historical Reenactment Group, Inc. When NC was only 13 or so, he would attend the reenactments of the various battles with his grandfather.

"My grandfather and his friends were drinking moonshine throughout the whole reenactment. Grandpa only brought me along to drive him and his friends home."

NC is an older gentleman who now lives in Arizona. But he often drives back to North Carolina to see family and friends.

"How'd you end up in Arizona?" I once asked NC.

"My slut wife dragged me out to this god-forsaken wasteland. I'm used to sand on the shores of North Carolina, but here in AZ, it's nothing but sand and no fucking water."

"I'll share my story if you share yours," I offered.

"Well, Stevie," he always called me Stevie instead of just Steven, "I should have listened to my Granddad...

"Poor old Granddad, I laughed at all his words

I thought he was a bitter man,

he spoke of women's ways.

They'll trap you when they use you,

before you even know.

For love is blind and you're far too kind.

Don't ever let it show.

I wish that I knew what I know now,

when I was younger.

I wish that I knew what I know now,

When I was stronger."

Women suck Stevie, and not just your dick."

I let NC tell me his story. I didn't share that I was a music buff and knew the song and lyrics to Ooh La La.

It's a song by Faces. Most people know the song as a Rod Stewart song, but it was originally a song by Faces, a band that Rod Stewart was a member of. It was released in 1973, but Ronnie Wood originally sang it. Rod Stewart released his version in 1998.

The song is about a conversation between a grandfather and grandson, with the grandfather warning his grandson about the perils of relationships with women: "Poor old granddad, I laughed at all his words / I thought he was a bitter man; he spoke of women's ways.

'I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger.' I sang along to myself. But I already knew what I was getting into with Tina. I knew she was seeing other men while we were living together at college, and I allowed it.

Well, 'allowed it' may not be right. I didn't have a say. Deal with it or break up with the woman who changed my life. Took my virginity, fucked me so often that most days I was exhausted, but couldn't wait to see her each day. She was the perfect girlfriend, if it weren't for the men on the side.

Why would I think she wouldn't find a way to be with other men again? Once we left college, she said she would be faithful to me.

"I'm doing this to keep you out of jail" My ass she is. She's having sex with Ron because she misses the excitement of being with another man. Maybe a man more dominant than me, too, I thought to myself.

I knew I would eventually leave the RV park, but I was enjoying myself while there. Sitting at a picnic table one day, NC told me a story, as he often did.

"Stevie, my wife tried to turn me into her cuckold bitch. I was not having any of that shit. I took my wife on a little vacation. I've returned to North Carolina a few times over the years, but my wife hasn't.

The dickhead she was fucking found out that an old flint rifle can still fire. It must have been an accident the local police agreed."

"NC, what story are you telling now?" That was Brenda, NC's wife; his second wife. At least that's what NC told me.

"Your lunch is back at the Camper. Now get."

Brenda looked like she was in her late 60s, maybe 70. But she looked great for her age. NC looked a little older.

"Don't listen to NC, Steve, he loves to tell stories. Did he tell you his wife cheated on him? Was it a cuckold story, or was it the story of his friend that lured his wife away?"

"NC told me his first wife tried to turn him into a cuckold bitch."

"My husband has some imagination, especially since I'm his only wife."

"He also told me a story about the 26th Infantry Regiment."

"That's true, Steve. Each year, he makes us drive to North Carolina so he and his brothers can take part in the reenactments and the ceremonial moonshine drinking activities.

I wish NC would get on a plane instead of wanting to drive everywhere.

Steve, my husband may drive me crazy, like bringing me out to this fucking dessert, but I still love him." And then she whispered, "I love his big dick too. NC might be old, but his blood is still pumping, and he knows how to please me."

We both laughed. "So, what's your story, Steve? I see a ring on your finger, but no wife. I do see you talking to Mia a lot."

Mia must have been 10 years younger than I. She was very attractive. But I'm still married to Tina, which means something to me even if it doesn't to Tina.

"Steve, that girl has the hots for you. Age doesn't always matter. And Steve," Brenda whispered, "I don't think she wants to marry you. She wants to get laid. I tried to give her NC for a night, but NC wouldn't do it.

'I picked you, Brenda, and there's not enough of me to be shared with anyone else.' Of course, that doesn't include that singer. I'd drop you in a second for that piece of ass.' That's what NC tells me."

"Which singer does NC have the hots for?" I couldn't wait to hear this.

"Sheryl Crow. NC says he saw her in concert. It was a small outdoor concert. NC told me they spoke, and Sheryl Crow kissed him. Is he telling the truth? Who knows. For the last 40 years, NC has threatened to leave me for Sherl."

I just smiled, and we both laughed. "He didn't have a prayer in hell back then and even less now," Brenda said, and we laughed even harder.

"So, what about Mia? A girl needs a little dick every so often," Brenda said with a smile.

"That's one of the reasons I left my wife. My wife wanted a little more dick than I could offer."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Steve. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut."

"It's okay." I gave a fake smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I felt comfortable talking with Brenda, and I was a little lonely. It took me a bit to make up my mind and how much I would tell Brenda.

"My boss, Ron, has always had a thing for my wife. He never hid it, and my wife, Tina, flirted with him too. 'Steve, you are so dramatic. And even if I did have sex with Ron, it'd be no big deal. It's only sex.' That's what she would say to me.

One day, my boss came to my house with documents. Ron's proof was solid. It appeared that I had stolen 1.5 million dollars from the company. Of course, I hadn't, and Ron knew it too.

Ron wanted his money back and knew I would figure out who was stealing from him. It was someone within the company. Ron also saw this as an opportunity to have his way with my wife, an indecent proposal. Ron called it an Agreement.

Ron was free to have sex or whatever else with my wife one weekend a month for a year."

I gave Brenda a minute to let this all sink in before I continued.

Finding the missing 1.5 million took a while at first. I was so sure it was Ron; he was all I focused on. But it wasn't about 1.5 million dollars. Someone wanted me out of the way, fired, or in jail, it didn't matter which.

The problem was, whoever was behind this didn't factor in that Ron wanted to have sex with my wife, and this was his opportunity.

I head the IRS audit division for the company I work for. We are contracted to assist with IRS audits since the IRS is understaffed. And to be honest, they have no clue what they are doing.

What happened next was something you would read in a cheap paperback novel, or a mystery show on TV. One of those that you say to yourself, there's no way in hell this would ever happen in real life.

I needed to get away and clear my head. I needed time away from my wife, too.

Let me step back a minute. I hired a PI, and I was flying a drone over Ron's house on Tina's weekend with Ron. He has a huge property, on the water, pool... everything you need for a party. Ron's parties were wild, and I have it on video. I also have Ron having sex with my wife on video.

I was also monitoring my wife's calls and texts. I still am."

So, back to I needed to get away. I took on an audit. It wouldn't have been on my radar. I would have just passed it to one of my staff. It was a string of strip clubs. A simple audit. The clubs all pocket a few dollars here and there. The club just agrees to the amount of tax they owe, and if they pay it, we waive the penalty and interest. It's just a slap on the wrist.

Like I said, I needed to get away. So, I visited all the strip clubs instead of just going to one. Normally, the IRS lets the club owner pick the club to be audited and provides their tax returns, general ledger, and other financial statements.

The bars were located throughout Pennsylvania. They usually open around 1:00, 2:00. 3:00 or 4:00. The strip clubs that opened at 1:00 served lunch. A topless girl would serve you.

It was a long drive to Pennsylvania. I would stay overnight at least once a week. Tina asked me why I would be away. I told her I was doing an audit, a bar audit. Tina knows I don't do bar audits. I do the Fortune 400 and 500 company IRS audits.

Tina knew I was doing the bar audit to be away from her and think.

At first, no bartenders or strippers would talk to me. I realized very quickly that I would have to pay for information. I would leave a big tip for my glass of water. The strippers would only talk to me in the VIP room. Yes, they were taking advantage of me.

'There are no cameras in the VIP room. I'll suck your dick for 50 bucks,' was common to hear from the strippers.

What I learned was that the bartenders, who were all women, and the strippers hated working at the clubs. The money was good, but they were abused. They were abused physically and mentally.

Frank Blackman was the owner of the strip clubs. He would throw parties, and the girls had to do more than strip. 'it's a fucking orgy. Frank locks the doors, and whoever is working that night is abused. My body is in so much pain; it takes me a few days to recover. There's no going to the cops; they fuck us too.'

All the girls liked the money, so they did as they were told, 'I got a daughter to feed and no husband.' Most of the women working at the clubs were single or divorced.

Something else I learned was that the drinks at the bar were free and lap dances cost $20, but the strippers kept all the money. The strip clubs weren't making any money but were showing a profit on their balance sheets and tax returns.

I also noticed that the strip clubs were next to a car wash. And you guessed it. Frank Blackman owned car washes. Since there was no way these car washes were making the income, they were reporting on their tax returns, I took the liberty of expanding my audit.

Digging a little more, I learned that the strip clubs and the car washes were subsidiaries of Entertainment LP. A partnership owned by Frank Blackman and Bill Blackman, who sits on the city council of a town in Connecticut.

I am quite familiar with Councilman Blackman. He is in the news quite often. No projects are approved without his support. People have complained for years that he is shady, but no one has had proof to take it any further than complaining. Complain and you lose contracts you're bidding on a job, or sudden grants and incentives are taken away."

I asked Brenda if she wanted to take a break.

"Are you kidding? Don't stop now." So, I went on.

Finding information on an LP is a little more difficult than a corporation, which generally must file with the SEC and other public information. But the information is out there if you look hard enough for it.

Digging around, I learned that Entertainment LP's Accountant is Tyrone Freely. Tyrone Freely is a Partner at Audit and Recovery Services LP. The company I work for."

"No Way!" Brenda now understood and took over.

"That bastard tried to get you fired so you wouldn't do an IRS audit on the company, his client, who he knew was hiding money. But where did the 1.5 million come from? Do people have that much money floating around?"

I laughed, "They do, but it wasn't real money." Brenda was confused. "I'm an old school tax guy. My Dad taught me that computers can hide things that paper can't. "Double-date-stamped, Steve. Always have a paper trail," my dad would say.

I always have a paper trail. I taught my staff and our company's Finance and Payroll Departments to do the same. Ron gave me free rein to do whatever it took to find his money and buy Tina out of her contract. Well, I found the money. Tyler had Jimmy in the accounting and finance department move 1.5 million dollars from Ron's balance sheet to Tyler's. The business is a partnership, not like you would expect. Each party shares its clients and brings tax planning ideas to them. Each business operation within Audit and Recovery Services has a balance sheet, and the partner distribution is based on a percentage of revenue each has contributed that year, less expenses.

There was no missing money, it was just a simple journal entry.

I'm sure Tyler paid Jimmy to keep his mouth shut, just like Ron did when he had Jimmy play with the balance sheet when Ron put his money in to cover the missing 1.5 million.

The problem was, Jimmy was covering his ass and had a paper trail. It was right there in the filing cabinet.

Once I figured it all out, I made a journal entry. I gave myself a $3,000,000 bonus out of Tyler's share of the partnership. The FBI telling me to take a vacation was perfect timing. I quit my job and vanished. My mom and dad, my attorney, and the FBI are the only ones who can reach me."

"Why $3,000,000?" Brenda asked.

"Well, I gave myself a $3,000,000 bonus, but it was subject to tax. A bonus is subject to a 37% Federal supplemental tax rate and the state's supplemental tax rate. Out of that bonus, I left my $750,000 and a check for $750,000 to buy her out of the remaining six months of her contract. I took a little for myself for what they put me through.

If Carol bought herself out of the contract, I might decide not to divorce her."

"Did she? Did she buy herself out of the Agreement?" Brenda begged.

"Yes, the check was cashed. It took longer than I would have liked, which tells me she was thinking about her option to continue being Ron's whatever." Brenda looked happy when I told her that Tina had given Ron the check.

"That is some story, Steve. And the way you figured it all out. So, are you in the witness protection program? Is Steve your real name?" Brenda asked.

"Kind of. I may have to testify, but there's more to the story.

I did a little digging into Tyler's clients, most don't exist."

"What!" Brenda wanted more.

"A business must register with the Secretary of State. These companies had no Secretary of State filing. I also had my friends at the IRS search for me. They also had no record of these companies."

"So, where is Tyler's money coming from?" Brenda was on the edge of her seat.

"I turned it all over to the FBI to figure it out and went into hiding just to be safe. Yes, my name is Steve."

I also passed another tidbit to the FBI. It was something that Tina said in passing. I'm sure it's illegal, but if it's jail time, a fine, and public humiliation, which I don't know.

Tina would tell me what a nice guy Ron was. 'Ron and Jill. Jill and her husband Carl are business partners in an investment company. They invest in retirement homes.

"They make sure the monthly rent is affordable for the elderly. They maintain the property, and you should see the exclusive golf courses." More than once, this was Tina's attempt to convince me that Ron was a nice guy.

She also told me that Ron gets tips from a guy. Tina said his name was Bill Black or something like that.

I kept in touch with my FBI friends. They told me what they discovered. They got a judge to allow a full investigation into Bill Blackman, Ron Kelner, Carl Nowack, Jill Nowack, and their investment company.

Jill was getting tips on all the sites the city council planned on purchasing for development. Jill and Ron would purchase whichever property they were interested in. To the point of elderly housing, Ron and Jill were buying the land. They were buying empty lots for pennies on a dollar, and the city would buy the property from Ron and Jill. Ron and Jill would retain the property management contract. But more specifically, they were negotiating the development of golf courses. If the elderly were permitted to use the facility at no cost, the city council would fund the development.

Ron and Jill were paying Bill Blackman for this information. I assume Blackman's was running these payments through Entertainment LP's strip clubs and car washes, along with whatever other money, maybe drug money, that was being passed through, too.

My last bit of fun was tipping off Fox 5 News of the pending arrests. I gave Fox News the address and time. I stressed that it would be a sight that they would want to have on video.

Based on a text Tina received from Ron, I knew that Saturday would be a big Kinky party at Ron's house. It's an election year, and some public figures will be attending. Ron's text let Tina know who missed looking at her tits and ass and requested she be there.

Tina declined. The FBI, on the other hand, thought it would be a great day for arrests. I told them Carl and Jill would also be there.

I had a good time with my new friends Brenda, NC, and Mia, who, it turns out, only looked younger than she was. It was sad to say goodbye, but my trip wasn't over yet. I had a few more attractions before reaching my final destination, Orange Beach, Alabama. I had a beach house waiting for me with an option to buy.

Big thanks to Folding for editing my story and adding his comments.

I tend to make changes to my stories after Folding has reviewed them, so if you find any punctuation or spelling errors, they 're on me and my dyslexia.