Dinner Date Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 02

... going to punish him?

3) Do we try and retrieve the books or count our losses and move on?

4) If we go after the books does anyone know a trustworthy Forensic Accountant?

5) How do we prevent this from happening again?

"Have I missed anything?"

Hilda spoke first setting the pace. "I think our first order of business is to determine if we go to the police or not."

Jessie spoke up next, "If we go to the Po Po then we have to turn over the books. If we turn over the books then they start looking into all our business. If they start looking into mine, I'm afraid I, along with most of you, will be in a cell right next to him. I'm too pretty for jail my dears."

"That's one for Punishment." Jack said. "Do I hear a second?"

"Jack, I think we all second it and all agree on punishing him ourselves." Thom said.

"Stan, secure Percy to the chains, please." Jack said

Percy stared whining and fighting immediately. "Stan, shove a ball gag in his mouth as well. That will quiet him down for now." Ben added. "If you need another hand let me know."

It was pretty pathetic watching Percy struggle against the bouncers as they secured his wrists back to the chains and raised him up to his tiptoes. There he stood in all his naked glory, exposed before the world. I wish I could say I felt sorry for him but I just couldn't bring myself to care enough about him anymore since every time I looked at him, I saw my sister's coffin being lowered into the ground. Fuck him. I ...

... kissed my wife on the cheek and headed out. This was their business now. If I was needed again, they could come and get me. I just needed some air. On the way out the door I heard Jessie pipe up and ask, "Is that a cock cage on him? Oh my, that thing looks just like a penis only smaller." The room erupted into laughter as I closed the door behind me.

As I approached the receptionist desk, she sniffed then muttered, "Oh God. The queen bitch is here." It took a moment for my brain to catch on to what she said until the smell hit me giving me an instant headache. Perfume so strong, I swear, whoever was wearing it had to have bathed in it. It wasn't two seconds later the door flew open and in walked what had to be the most high maintenance woman I had ever seen. Fake nails at least four inches long, hair so stiff and high I think she burned a hole in the ozone all be herself with the amount of hairspray she used, enough makeup to make Tammy Faye jealous and Mary Kay able to afford a fleet of new pink caddys, even underneath the high-end designer clothes she wore I could tell her tits were store bought as well. But what pissed me off instantly was her attitude. She thought her shit didn't stink. I was about to show her otherwise.

"Ok slut, I'm here so you can tell that poor excuse of a Mistress she may now start the meeting." It said.

"And just who the Hell do you think you are." I shot back. "There is a private meeting already in progress and all parties are already in ...