Farah’s Revenge – Reginald St. James - Sex Stories

Farah’s Revenge – Reginald St. James

... want, I can assure you the law is on my side.”

“Farah, I’ll pay you whatever you want – five million, ten million. Name your price.”

“I’m not for sale. Besides, I have all the money I need with the bonuses I got through Jack’s deals.”

“Be reasonable, Farah. At least meet me to discuss a way forward.”

I thought about it, and an idea formed in my mind.

“Okay, let’s meet. But not at the office.”

“Then where?”

“Where you routinely meet your girls. Your suite at the Four Seasons.”

“You know about that!?” His shock was unmistakable.

“I know all about Tiffany Hsu, Chinese-American father, Norwegian mother, NYU Law student. She was working evenings as a hostess at a casino for high rollers, doing some modeling on the side. Asian beauty with Nordic height, quite a babe.”

“She’s doing some legal research for me –”

“Spare me,” I said, brusquely. “Then she met Jack. She told me he fucked her right there in your suite at the Four Seasons. She told me he made her cum so hard and so many times, she couldn’t see straight. She left with him and never came back to you. Jack impregnated her, she has a bonny 2-year-old boy.”

“You know that?” St. James’s face began to go red on the video.

“Before her, you had that Icelandic design student, Nydis Larsdottir.”

“How do you know –”

“I marvel at how little you know of your own life, Mr. St. James. Your personal cards are all linked to the corporate systems. All your expenses – and hence your activities – ...

... were reported to me – electronically.”

“My God! You know about Nydis –”

“Yes. I know Nydis met Jack, he fucked her brains out. You offered her a stupendous amount of money to come back to you, but she never did. She preferred working for Jack at the Foncault Design Corporation. She told me he made her cum so hard, she was dizzy. She had Jack’s baby, a beautiful girl. She’s almost three now, she’s going to be a beauty.”

“Filthy pig,” said St. James through his teeth. Even on the video link, I could see he was furious. There was a short silence as he collected his wits. “I accept your terms. Come for dinner this evening. I’ll order room service. Seven?”

“Okay.”

“With your new baby, you must be lactating.”

“I am.”

There was a pause, and I could see his expression growing lustful.

“I want to suck your tits. Rich, creamy, mother’s milk. A perfect appetizer.”

“Appetizer for what? Dinner or something else?”

“How old are you, Farah?”

“Thirty-three, with two children.”

“You’ve got an hourglass figure, perfect breasts, so full and firm, no hint of sag – I watched you every day for years. You wear thin bandeau bras that offer no support, clearly visible under translucent silk blouses. The way your breasts quiver and your round, firm ass sways as you walk on your high heels gets me hard every time. And that narrow waist with the swell of your belly button … you’ve got the body to light a man on fire. I hated the way you just gave it all to Jack Grierson ...