Chapter 4

            Christopher had taken a break on Friday after work by visiting his favorite good time girls, identical twins, Angel and Heavenly. When he had first met them, he couldn’t believe that was their really names, but they were. The sisters were sweet, did what he liked, and didn’t expect anything afterwards – not even money. They just liked fucking him.  He didn’t blame them. He was an excellent lover and he knew that because women had told him – even his history professor during his junior year in undergrad had said so.

            Now, it was Saturday and he had to get back to work. The Bethel Project was too big – too important. No stone could be left unturned concerning research. He still hadn’t found out who owned the property, but he had his people working on it around the clock.

            Christopher put the flash drive in his computer and leaned back in the black leather chair in the study. He cracked his knuckles as he watched the drive register in the computer.

            “The hell?” he blurted out as he read files names like Jamaican Heat, Story Time with Mistress B, and Threesome Brothers.  One name really caught his attention. “Open Office Fuck?” he said with shock. “What the hell is this?” He looked at the flash drive. It was the one Selena had left on his desk. “What in the hell did she d******d?” Christopher asked with a frown. He double clicked the file called Threesome Brothers. It opened into a Word document.

            Christopher skimmed the first two paragraphs. From what he gathered it was a story about him, Bruce, and Trevor – a naughty story. “Shit,” he whispered with awe. He stopped skimming and started reading. Three women named, Mistress B, Hot Summer, and Winter Rose had tripled teamed him and his brothers in a sex dungeon. Christopher continued to read with intense interest as his mouth hung open.

            Christopher bent Winter Rose over the table and tore her panties like they were offensive to his eyes. He dry docked her. Winter cried out in pleasure and pain as he shoved his massive python inside.

            “Massive python, huh?” he asked with a big grin. “I must have fucked this woman before.”

            He grabbed Winter by her long dark hair and pulled back, making her back lean into his chiseled chest. He started delivering hard and deep thrust, making her shriek every time he plunged inside.

            “Yeah, that sounds like me,” he joked and continued to read.

            As Christopher was giving Winter the business, Trevor was laying Hot Summer down on the red satin covered bed. Her hands roamed throw his brown curly hair as he suckled her Double Ds.

            “Whew. Summer is a big girl,” Christopher jested.

            Trevor suckled her pink buds, teasing her, making her writhe until she panted. Mistress B was rolling around with Bruce, her arch nemesis who she can’t seem to get out of her head. They pulled each other’s hair as they cursed each other to hell and back.

            “What?” he said an octave above his usual tone with amusement.

            Mistress B wasn’t going to take his shit any longer. She grabbed the half empty champagne bottle from the table and whacked it over Bruce’s head.

            Christopher laughed boisterously. “I know how she feels. I wish I can do that.”

            Bruce grabbed his head. The mistress took advantage by shoving him in the floor. Then she quickly pulled his sweats down to his knees, grabbed the dildo from the row of sex toys on the long table. Mistress B rammed half the ten inch purple wand in his rectum.

            “Holy fucking shit,” Christopher shouted with astonishment. Then, he laughed at the scene. “The last thing Bruce needs is anything else up his ass, but to each his own.”

            Bruce yelled out.

            “You like it, don’t you?” Mistress B asked sternly as she moved the dildo in and out of him. “Admit it!”

            He kept quiet, but he wasn’t fighting it.

            “Admit it or I’ll stop, asshole!”

            “Bitch,” Bruce sneered.

            “Shit,” Christopher chuckled as tears wield in his eyes. He reached over to the phone and pressed the button.

            After a few moments, William, the butler came over the intercom. “Yes, sir?”

            “William,” Christopher said as he suppressed his laughter. “Ask my brothers to meet me in the study. Tell them I have come across some files that might be of interest to them.”

            “Yes, sir.”

            Christopher let his laughter go as he leaned back in the chair.

****

            Selena had never been more thankful that she had keys to the back of the building and the office than she was right now.

            Beverly had driven. The girls entered the office and made a B-line straight for Christopher’s desk.

            “Oh no,” Selena said. “I laid it right on his desk. Right here,” she cried as she tapped her finger on the glossy mahogany.

            “Maybe he put it in the drawer,” Joanna suggested wide eyed.

            Selena dug in the top three drawers. There was no sign of it. “Oh, god. I’m dead.”

            “He must have taken it home,” Beverly said.

            “Of course, he did. That would be my luck. Not only am I fired, I’m humiliated for life,” Selena stressed as she collapsed in her boss’s brown leather chair. “He probably won’t even give me a job reference.”

            “You might not be screwed, yet,” Beverly eased out. “Your stories were in first person or under your fantasy name.”

            “You don’t think he’s going to piece together who Winter Rose is?” Selena whined. “I’m the one who left him the flash drive. It’s not going to take a genius to figure it out.”

            “There’s still hope. He might not have looked at it, yet,” Joanna soothed.

            “Or better, yet, he has looked at it and saw the file names and knew it wasn’t what he wanted and didn’t open them at all,” Beverly said.

            Selena thought about what they said. “Maybe he . . . did see they were the wrong files and left it at that. At the most, he’ll yell at me for giving him the wrong flash drive.”

            “That’s right,” Joanna said.

            “But, I . . . I can’t just . . . sit and wait. I’ll go crazy before Monday arrives.  I got to get it back and replace it with the one he is supposed to have,” Selena said.

            “How? He probably has it at the estate. How are you going to get in there without anyone noticing you?” Joanna asked.

            “Well, she does have a friend who works as a maid out there,” Beverly said as she cut her eyes at Joanna.

            “Oh, no,” Joanna said quickly. “The only staff member who is allowed in the Hudson study is William. If I get caught in there –”

            “Joanna, I’m not asking you to steal the thing. I’m just asking you to get us in there without anyone seeing us,” Selena said as she stood.

            “Wait? What do you mean us?” Beverly asked.

            “Your ass is on the line, too,” Selena said.

            “No, it’s not,” Beverly said defensively. “My name doesn’t appear on anything on that drive and I’ve only temped here a few times.”

            “My name isn’t on it either,” Joanna said with realization.

            “So you two are just going to leave me twisting in the wind? What kind of friends are you?” Selena said with heat.

            “Okay, okay,” Beverly said with her hands out and palms forward. “If we’re doing this together, we’re doing it right. We need to wait a later in the evening when the house is quiet and most of the staff are in bed. And we need the right equipment.”

            “Equipment?” Joanna and Selena questioned at the same time.

****

            Christopher and Trevor laughed their heads off from behind the desk as Bruce stood next to them with a sour expression.

            “This isn’t the only story either,” Christopher said between chuckles.

            “That one is more than enough,” Bruce stated sternly.

            “Oh, come on,” Trevor said with a grin. “Where’s your sense of humor?”

            “Here’s one you might like, Bruce,” Christopher began. “The Brut and the Bitch.”

            “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar.

            “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –”

            “Stop it!” Bruce snapped. He dropped ice into a glass.

            Christopher and Trevor laughed.

            “All right, play the audio that says Story Time with Mistress B,” Trevor said as he leaned over the laptop.

            Christopher clicked on the audio file and turned up the speakers.

            “I sashayed into my bedroom after my shower. I pulled the black satin sheets down on the bed,” the sultry voice began. “Then my brown hair got grabbed from behind. Bruce the bastard pulled my head back and nicked my cheek. I could feel he was naked. Before I could protest he shoved me face first onto the bed.”

            “There isn’t anything on there about your two?” Bruce snarled over the sultry woman.

            Christopher cut the audio. He’d listen to the rest of it later. “Absolutely, but most of the files appear to be about me. I got a chance to skim a few of them before you two came in.”

            “Did you recognize the voice, Bruce?” Trevor asked amusement.

            “No,” he spat out as he walked around the bar. The ice clinked against the glass of clear liquid.

            “Are you sure? I mean you are a bastard. How would Mistress B know that if you’ve never met her?” Trevor asked with a grin as he stood up straight.

            Christopher chuckled.

            “Go to hell, Trevor,” Bruce said and stopped at the side of the desk.

            “Hot Summer sounds like she’s luke warm concerning her likes,” Trevor commented with a smirk. “Not that I wouldn’t fuck her, but she sounds like the hearts and flowers type.”

            “Well, my girl sounds like she likes variety,” Christopher bragged with a smirk.

            “You said Selena gave you the flash drive?” Bruce clarified.

            “She left it on my desk, but I definitely think she didn’t mean to,” Christopher said.

            “I can’t believe she wrote any of that garbage,” Bruce stated with a frown. “She always seemed so professional and dignified.”

            “Well, who else could have written it?” Trevor asked with a smile.

            “Perhaps she got the drive from the used office supplies and hadn’t had a chance to erase it. Then, she accidently left it for Christopher,” Bruce suggested.

            Christopher shook his head. “No way. From what I’ve skimmed, Selena wrote the stories about me at least. I know her writing style from all the minutes and reports she has drafted for me over the years. And the dark haired woman with blue eyes? Selena has dark hair and blue eyes. She is Winter Rose. The other stories? They have a different tone – different . . . tastes. I’m sure their friends of Selena’s who knows us – or at least seen our pictures.”

            “I agree,” Trevor said.

            “If you’re sure she wrote at least half that mess then she needs to be terminated,” Bruce said seriously and sipped his drink.

            “Terminated? Hell, I’m thinking about giving her a raise,” Christopher said with a smirk. “I haven’t been this amused in months.”

            “She definitely deserves a raise,” Trevor agreed with a grin.

            “Ugh,” Bruce sneered. “Sick and undignified.”

            “I’m sure it was . . . all in good fun,” Trevor assured delicately. “Then again, if you weren’t Bruce the Bastard as Mistress B so correctly stated, she wouldn’t be writing about ramming things up your ass.”

            “I’m surprised she found room to put anything in his ass since he’s full of it already,” Christopher jested.

            Christopher and Trevor cracked up as Bruce stood clasping his glass and turning red.