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Early First Look: Human Weakness
🕑 Added 2020-12-27 04:00:55 +0000 UTCSo I have A LOT of stories to write right now, both in terms of ideas, orders, and requests, but the one I really NEED to do is the followup to Pearl of Wisdom, because it's the best of the ideas and projects etc. I have.
There's a part 3 idea in the works, but it might be folded into part 2, we'll have to see... and that idea is some of the most intense brainwashing to happen tp a character that I've thought up so far. Anyhow, here's the first thousand words or so, and you can kind of see where it's going, well you know, past the obvious someone uses her boobs to hypnotize someone else into sexual submission.
Human Weakness
A Smuthunter Story
“Hello? What can I do for you?”
Davis had been expecting something when the door opened, but he hadn’t been expecting her.
The woman he had come for, Priya, an employee from the other side of the merger was an attractive woman. He knew because he’d seen her pictures, studied her social media, and had observed her from afar for the past week.
The woman who opened the door, what he thought was Priya’s door, was something else entirely. This woman was taller, darker, and dressed in black tights and a sports bra that worked very hard to contain her huge very large breasts, who wore no makeup and had her long black hair piled in a messy bun atop her head, might have already answered all his questions with just her presence.
“Hello, my name is Kent Davis, I’m looking for…”
The woman smiled at him, and her bright green emerald eyes looked deep into his, “Oh, you must be Ben’s friend, my sister is out for a moment, she wasn’t expecting you so soon. Come in, please, come on.”
Ben’s friend?
Sister?
Expecting him?
Yes, Ben Taylor had been what brought him out here to the island, back to the island for the first time in five years, but the man was not his friend.
Six months after the merger, Mr. Taylor’s name started to show up in a series of questionable, and unusual links in a chain of events that were unacceptable to his employers. It wouldn’t have mattered to anyone more than half way down the chain of command and that included Ben’s immediate superiors so that was why they missed it, but the higher ups were feeling a sting in their pride because their people weren’t the ones connected to the businesses successes. It was a chain of events that would lead to important people in the upper half of the chain being downsized and the other side’s leadership taking over.
Everyone could stand to make more money, but no one successful was ever happy to share, and that was the truth on both sides of the merger. For Davis, a business intelligence and security expert, his job was to root out the issues and solve the problems.
Ben Taylor’s actions reeked of being handled, and the beautiful, astoundingly buxom woman in front of him was probably the reason why.
He guessed blackmail.
A well orchestrated and deeply researched scheme to put a high value, low visibility employee in a compromised position where they could have him pull subtle but influential string to turn the merger into a takeover.
“I apologize,” she held out her hand, “my name is Esha, I am Priya’s roommate and friend, she is like a sister to me, and we think any friend of Ben’s is a friend of ours.”
When he shook her hand, and said, “Kent Davis, but please call me Davis, it’s nice to meet you,” she clapped her other hand on his and kept hold of his hand.
“Please,” she gripped his hand in hers and gently pressed her thumb gently into the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger, “relax and have a seat.”
She also pulled on his hand ever so slightly as she said the word seat and lead him over to the couch. “You must excuse me, I need to keep stretching for my workout, but we can talk as I do. I have to keep up my physical therapy, I have a few lingering issues from my youth as a dancer.”
Her touch and her tone confused his senses for the briefest of moments and he found himself easily led into the room and down onto the couch.
It was a nice trick, and a dead giveaway. People that handled people were always handling people, but tricks of forceful personality had a limit.
Professionalism and experience kept him from rolling his eyes as she essentially told him to admire her. He knew better than to blow his cover, or to take the bait she was setting for him. There was no way of knowing for sure how they knew he was coming, and he wondered if Ben had caught on to the fact he’d been watched, and that it set off a red flag in Davis’s book when the man and his wife took a trip back here.
He’d wondered if Ben was at the stage in his moral and professional compromise when he realized he’d never be out from under with these women, and that even if they gave him their ‘evidence’ that it would only be another set up, another way to turn the screws. He could hear it in his head, he could imagine this woman saying it, complete with her smooth, British inflected, soft charm.
‘Yes Mr. Taylor, these are the only pictures. But don’t you think you’d feel safer, I know I would, if we kept our arrangement going. After all, how do we know you won’t try and do this to us? And if you tied that, well…’
It’s what he would do, what he had done to others…
Davis didn’t need a confession, and he didn’t need to get this Priya woman on the hook, all he needed was to create some leverage and some continuity that went up the chain from Ben, to her, and to whomever she was working for. He wasn’t a cop, and he wasn’t anyone’s boss, he was a spy. He was gathering intelligence, and if possible, recruiting an asset, but that was the thing with spies, and whatever else this Esha woman was and whatever Priya was, they were certainly spies, you couldn’t trust them if you tried to flip them. No, you could only use them and either cut them free and keep them in the back yard chasing their tails while you got more intelligence on their old bosses.
“You seem like a very contemplative man Mr. Davis,” as she spoke, she sat down and started to lazily spread her legs out into a the splits and bend forward until her chest was on the ground.
“Please, Davis is fine, there’s no need for formality, I don’t even know your last name. Anyway,” he let himself find his charming small talk voice, “it’s always awkward meeting new people. How do you know Ben?”
Big business had always been a part of international espionage and intelligence, and as businesses started to become akin to nations unto themselves, with vast fortunes of not just financial wealth and property, but innovation, information, and talent, corporate espionage grew in prominence, weaving in and out of national and political motivation, as well as the simple greed and the competition of rival competition.
She sat up and turned to face him before languidly stretching out over the leg that was pointed at him, reaching for her toes and squaring her shoulders, giving him a pronounced view of her immense cleave as she answered.
“My sister worked with him, and she suggested we have drinks one night.”
She leaned forward then, lowering her head to her knee, and continuing to speak, but not before letting him see a sparkle in her eye. “But it wasn’t like that, my sister said he was so in love with his wife that he would be a safe man to share my company with, and that he and I would get along.”
She was smooth, he had to give her that, smooth as glass, and obviously good at what she did. “How about you, you work together,” she looked up at him, right into his eyes and smiled, “yes?”
“Yeah,” she was telling him she knew that he knew, but when someone gives you what you want, it’s because they’re trying take the initiative. Davis wasn’t going to drop his cover; you’d be surprised what made people get sloppy. “We’ve been at the company for a while, and we see each other around.”
He adjusted the collar of his polo shirt and then brushed at his shorts, “Different teams, I’m in data science, but you know how it goes. You never know who you’ll hit it off with at a company picnic or holiday party.”
