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Tony loved being rich.

He had a huge house in Beaconsfield — bigger than either of his neighbours, which was important if you were Tony. He had nicer, newer cars than either neighbour, also important if you were Tony. His wife was younger too. All were positive balances on the Tony ledger of life.

But you only got rich by grabbing opportunities, being ruthless and avoiding spending your money on other people whenever possible.

So, when his young wife complained that her shopping account was low, he rolled his eyes.

His wife Henrietta was given to complaining about lack of funds as a way of pre-warning him that she’d just spent a lot of money. It was a source of tension in their relationship. He had thought that she’d been getting better.

“What have you bought now?” he said, exasperated at her shopping habit.

“That’s just the point Tone Tone. I haven’t bought anything for days! I was just checking whether I could get a new Versace bag and I noticed that the account was really low. You’re not upset with me again are you Tone Tone?”

“How low?”

“Less than five hundred pounds.”

“What?!” he exploded. They usually kept thousands in that account. “What have you done with it?” he shouted.

Henrietta rarely saw him like this. She was used to a big teddie bear of a man that she could wrap round her finger. She didn’t know what to do when he was like this.

“Nothing!” she said shrinking away from him.

He immediately went to his laptop and started to look through the account, but he couldn’t find any big transactions. What the hell was going on?

He picked up the phone and dialled.

“Maurice! How are you? Excellent. Yes, great thank you. Look I’ve got a bit of a problem that I’d like you to look into. Yes, yes I know today’s Sunday but you always said call any time. Hmph. Right. Tomorrow then. Thank you.”

Henrietta had made herself scarce as soon as he picked up the phone. She was already lamenting the loss of the limited-edition Versace bag that she desperately needed. She knew that Tony wouldn’t let her buy anything now until he found out what was going on.

She sighed as she went into the sun lounge and settled down by the indoor pool. Life was so unfair!

= = = = = =

Tony sat across from Maurice in the big boardroom scowling.

“So you mean to say that the amount coming in from our guaranteed contracts has simply gone down? You’re not making any sense! We increase those contracts every year.”

“I know Tony but until I can do a thorough audit I can’t tell you any more than that.”

“Well how soon can you start?”

“Thursday’s the earliest I’m afraid. I had to push back another client just to be here this morning.”

“I want this fixed Maurice. Something is off and I want to know what.”

“And you shall. It shouldn’t take long — just a day or two.”

After he’d got Sam to see Maurice out, he settled back into his chair and thought hard. His piggy eyes narrowed as his general distrust and paranoia relating to anyone other than Dennis kicked in.

He spent most of the morning pacing, grumbling and making Sam print out reports and make tea. His desk was covered in paper and by lunchtime he’d had enough. He called Dennis who was on holiday in Greece and left for the day.

Sam was worried. Very worried.

Having Maurice here was only ever to do with the accounts and if Tony suspected something then she could be in serious trouble. She was pretty sure that what she’d done would be really tough to trace but this was money and Tony was very particular when it came to money.

She was a bag of nerves going through the system looking for anything that she might have missed. She was so caught up in it all that she didn’t notice it getting darker outside or how quiet the rest of the office had become. The door opened and she jumped. Phil came in and shut the door behind him.

He immediately saw how stressed she was and came in and sat on her desk.

“What’s going on Sam?” he said enjoying the view as she sat there distracted in her sheer white blouse.

“I think Tony might be suspicious.”

“About what?” he asked, suddenly interested. He moved round the desk to stand behind her chair, trying to see what she was doing.

“About the finances.”

Phil relaxed slightly. So long as it wasn’t about how Sam’s dress sense had changed over the recent weeks and months. Her wardrobe had expanded, and every day was a delight to the eye.

She turned to face him.

“I’ve been stressing about this since this morning, but nothings changed! I can’t find anything…but I don’t know! It’s driving me nuts.”

“What you need is some stress relief Sam. Lie back on your desk.”

“No, I have to finish…”

“You’ve already said that you can’t find it. Lie down!”

She looked up at him and licked her lips. She’d dressed very carefully today knowing that Phil had been away for the past week. The blouse was one that he particularly liked and she knew that the black yoga pants gaziemir escort highlighted every curve of her sumptuous rear.

He leaned forward and very slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. Her sexy black bra was doing a marvellous job of showing her rounded breasts off. He left that on.

She started to pant as he took her by the shoulders and laid her back on her desk. He peeled her yoga pants off her arse and legs, leaving them wrapped around her ankles.

He could smell her already.

“You dirty little slut. Where are your panties?”

“I…I…took them off earlier. I was so wet.”

“You’re engaged to be married to someone else and all you can think about is getting fucked at work. Is that it?”, he asked as he pulled his rock hard cock out.

“Y…y…yes…Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh” she shrieked as he drove his cock in to her in one thrust.

Phil had been away for the last week and had been hard all afternoon thinking about this moment. He held her ankles together up by his shoulders and pulled her little arse to the edge of the desk.

As he drew out for another thrust he slapped her arse cheek hard and then drove his cock into her again. She grabbed on to the edge of the desk above her head lifting her beautiful breasts up. All the while she stared at Phil, licking her lips and reacting to every thrust and spank. Her spine arcing up as he pummelled her mound, forcing himself into her again and again.

“F…f…fuck me!”

Suddenly he pulled out of her. He flipped her on to her stomach, grabbed hold of her hair and lined his cock back up with her sopping slit again.

“What do you say?”

“Please! Oh, please, please fuck me. Pleeeeaaaasssse!!”

He spanked her hard three times and then drove into her pussy again. His other hand pulled her arse cheeks apart and fingered the rim of her arsehole. She bucked as he touched her there, howling as he continued to pound her pussy. He pushed two fingers into her arse at the same time as he thrust his cock into her.

He let go of her hair and mauled her left tit as he continued to pump into her, ripping her bra off in the process.

“Oh god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

She was a quivering heap under him as she came hard, her body bucking and her wet pussy clamping down on his cock.

As she slowly came down from her orgasm he drew out of her pussy. She flinched as he spat on her arsehole looking back at him shaking her head.

“No, please no!”

He ignored her and coating the head of his dick he slowly started to push it into her tight rear end.

“It’s too big!”

“It wasn’t too big last time slut. Remember the deal. Whatever I want, whenever I want and right now…I…want…your…arse!”

And he punctuated each word with a thrust into her stretched little hole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

He never tired of seeing his cock disappearing into her like this.

He used one arm to keep her torso pushed to the desk and the other hand was wrapped around her hip pulling her into him as he slammed into her arse. He loved the sight of his cock driving in and out of her overstretched little arsehole. He body writhing on the desk. Her stunning little arse cheeks red with his hand prints.

He thrust into her harder and harder loving every second.

He could feel the point of no return coming. As he crested, he was almost overcome by the power of his release. He coated her insides with his cum, pumping inside her until he was finally done.

He pulled out of her arse, cum dripping from her abused hole.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow,” he said and walked out of the door to get tidied up before heading home.

= = = = = =

The next day Adam was in his IT lair when Tony came in. This was far from normal behaviour.

“I need someone setting up on our ERP system. Here are the details. Oh, and I want screen recording software as well. You used to work for someone like that didn’t you?”

“Yes — Recording Soluti…”

“I don’t care. Get me the software installed then come and show me what I need to do to get it working.”

“Yes, Tony.”

Tony hesitated at the door, obviously wanting to take his anger out on Adam. He gave him another stare and then heaved himself back up the stairs to the offices above.

Adam waited until he could hear Tony’s heavy footfalls upstairs and then got out his phone out and texted Sam and Phil.

— Lunch, 1pm, The Plough–

They all gathered around a table with their drinks looking at one another.

“So what does he know?” asked Adam.

“We don’t know,” Phil replied “but he’s got Maurice coming in on Thursday to do an audit, so my guess is that he’s missing some money. How much have you two been taking?”

They looked at each other guiltily.

“How much?”

“Only four per cent,” said Sam.

“Four per cent! You bloody idiots! You know how much that is and you know what a tightwad Tony is. Why couldn’t you have gone a little slower?”

“My car broke down and I needed…” Adam started to reply but Phil cut him off.

“…a brand new BMW to replace it? Fucking idiots.”

“Shhhh, keep your voice down!” said Sam looking nervously at the bar staff but both she and Adam looked thoroughly chastened.

Phil sighed and started again, his voice lower.

“Look, I was going to tell you in a day or two anyway, but I’ve got a new job. I’m handing my notice in at the end of the week once I’ve been paid the last quarter’s commission. I can’t have that money all tied up when I leave or Tony will never pay me. You know what a vindictive bastard he is. I really can’t afford to leave without that money and you two will be in jail if this Maurice guy finds anything.”

“Shit! What are we going to do?” asked Adam.

“I’ve only done what you told me to do,” said Sam, turning to Phil.

“Don’t be a bitch, I just told you to stop taking from the employees. I didn’t say take so much of Tony’s money that he ends up missing it and starts hunting for it.”

“Oh God! What are we going to do?” echoed Sam.

They sat in silence for a while looking miserable and trying to come up with anything that might help.

“Have you seen anything that could be dodgy, Sam? Anything that we could use?”

“Not really. I’ve not been doing this job for long so I only really know the payroll side. Dennis or Tony deal with all the tax…all the tax…”

“What about the tax?”

“Tony always gets jumpy when he gets a letter from HMRC. He never opens them near me and is always in a much better mood after he’s opened them. I wonder if they’re doing something that they shouldn’t be…?”

Sam looked up at them both in hope. Phil slowly raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

“A friend of mine is a tax specialist. I’m sure that she’d help us so long as we’re not expecting her to change anything or do anything illegal.”

“How much do you trust this friend?” asked Adam, clearly nervous about adding anyone else into their circle.

“I’ve known her for the last ten years. To be honest she’s always had a bit of a thing for me but she’s just not my type. I’ll vouch for her if you two can get her the access she needs.”

It was decided. Adam had an admin access to the tax system and Sam could get the previous tax submissions from the archive. Phil made the call.

“Jules? Hi it’s….yes, that’s right. Yes, great to hear your voice too. Yes, much too long. Look could I see you tonight? I need to ask a pretty serious favour. Yes, yes. OK. Seven o’clock. Sure. Yes, you too.”

He hung up, looking a bit flushed.

“I’ll give you guys a call later tonight and let you know how it went.”

“Are you OK Phil?” asked Sam, “I’m not sure that I’ve seen you embarrassed before.”

“Yes, I’m fine but I’d rather not talk about it. Just remember — no more texts. Nothing that they can read or trace. And don’t use the phone system at work either, you know they record the calls.”

“Yes sir!” the other two said at the same time and burst out laughing.

= = = = = =

The next morning Phil was barely awake as he drove into work. He made sure that he was on time to keep up appearances until he could hand in his notice. He was desperately looking forward to the new job but Jules and the potential loss of his commission had driven any thoughts of that right out of his brain.

Jules proved to be easier to recruit than Phil had hoped. She had opened the door to her nice town house in a diaphanous robe which hid very little of her extremely ample charms.

She’d heard that he was separated from his wife and had put two and two together and made five. She looked a bit embarrassed when she realised that this wasn’t a booty call after all. But as the evening went on and Phil explained what he wanted her to do, a sly smile came across her face and she made it pretty clear what the price for her help would be.

Phil escaped at 2am that morning but Jules had agreed to do what she could. She would drive over to the office at 6pm that evening but made no promises as to what she could do to help.

The day passed uneventfully though Tony still acted like a bear with a sore head.

Throughout the day Phil very carefully examined whether he had any potential problems but looking back was quite pleased with what he’d managed to do. He hadn’t been involved financially so there was no money trail to him. Sam had deleted the emails that had been sent on the server and he had control of the recordings of Sam spilling the beans about what she’d done.

The others were a very different story and if it hadn’t been for his commission he might have just cut and run. But in the last few weeks it was becoming harder not to like Sam even though he knew she was a manipulative little bitch. And Adam? Well, he was just Adam. But the bottom line was he’d much rather make sure that Tony suffered. Tony was a real bastard.

By the end of the afternoon Tony left in his usual cloud of tyre smoke and just after 6pm the empty car park welcomed Jules’ little MX-5.

Jules was a lovely person. She had been a colleague way back and just had a natural affinity for people — unusual amongst accountants. He’d liked her immediately, though never in that way as she was quite seriously overweight. She had a lovely giggle that made her huge chest jiggle and a very pretty face. She was also very smart and had just started her own tax consultancy.

“Hi Jules.”

“Hi you,” she smiled dragging a finger down his chest. Oh shit.

“Err…this is Adam and Sam.”

After introductions had been made, they all moved to Sam’s office.

“Look, you do all realise that I may not be able to find anything don’t you?” she said as she looked around at the expectant faces.

They all nodded. Phil and Adam went down to the IT room leaving Sam to help with any of the reports or access any of the other systems if needed. Thankfully it was a busy time for accounting so her system access wouldn’t be noted. Plus Adam had access to the logs.

Three long hours passed and Phil came back with pizzas from the local takeaway. Jules barely looked up as he came in. She was muttering to herself as he brought her a slice over.

“This looks really weird.”

“Weird is good right?”

“Yeah, weird is what we’re looking for.”

The pizza disappeared in short order and it was a waiting game again, with Jules occasionally asking for help with something, another log-in or just another coffee.

Just before 11pm she sat back from the monitor with a huge smile.

“They have been very bad boys.”

“Really? You’ve found something?” said Adam.

“Oh yes. They’ve been under reporting earnings for the last eight years straight from what I can see. They’ve also been using a tax loophole that was closed six years ago and if HMRC see this stuff they’ll be going straight to jail. Do not pass go! Do not collect two hundred pounds!”

She looked very pleased with herself.

“So, what do you want to do?” she asked.

Adam was too busy staring at her tits to string a reasonable sentence together. Sam and Phil both looked at each other with evil glints in their eyes.

“Let’s shop the bastards,” Sam said.

They grinned. It was what they had all been thinking.

Jules told them exactly what they needed to do to prove any allegations and they used the 24-hour anonymous fraud line to call in the issue. Lots of screenshots were taken, reports PDF’ed and all sent off to a cloud drive before Adam deleted the logs from the relevant systems.

Exhausted, they headed home.

= = = = = =

Wednesday passed as normal. There was no sudden SWAT team. No police visit. Phil was disappointed and Sam was nervous. Quite what everyone had been expecting to happen they didn’t really know but surely something…?

Tony had arrived and left looking slightly grumpy but no worse than normal. Sam was so distracted by the audit due the following day that she didn’t even protest when Phil pushed her to her knees to give him a blowjob.

Thursday started much like any other day. Phil was just settling into his desk when Tony arrived, followed shortly afterwards by a black Audi. A short man in a green suit stepped out of the car, grabbed his briefcase and headed into the building. Phil heard them talking on the stairwell — so this must be Maurice.

He rolled his chair back on its casters, picked up his coffee mug and moved over to the door leading to the stairwell. He opened the door cautiously, keeping his mug in hand as an excuse for what he was doing if someone suddenly came flying up the stairs. He listened carefully but couldn’t make out anything despite Tony’s irritatingly loud voice.

He closed the door and sighed resigning himself to a nervy day of waiting.

It was far worse for Sam when she arrived. A small, unctuous man was sitting in her chair, in her office and she was expected to fetch and carry for him as he ruined her day. He looked her up and down so blatantly as she arrived that she shuddered.

“You must be Samantha,” said Maurice.

“That’s right,” she said through gritted teeth. She hated being called Samantha.

“I’ll need you to help me on every aspect of my audit as I’m trying to do two days work in one here. Log-in to your system for me there’s a dear.”

His voice had an awful drone to it that presumably he had cultivated as no one sounded like that naturally. He probably thought that it made him sound superior but it was a deeply unpleasant noise to listen to.

“That’s alright, IT have set you up with your own admin access. It’s right here,” and Sam pointed to the sealed envelope labelled with Maurice’s name.

“Oh, right. Well, thank you. I will still need to know where things are as your system has been customised.”

“Of course,” sighed Sam, giving herself over to the prospect of a thoroughly unpleasant day.

By mid-afternoon Sam had Tony breathing over her shoulder too. The audit was progressing but nothing was showing up and Tony was angry and Maurice was reacting by slowing down and becoming more and more arrogant, explaining every nuance and why it couldn’t possibly be that.

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