Payback's a Bitch.

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Richard Harris stepped up to the edge of the sidewalk to flag down a cab; he was running very late for a meeting with a potentially new client for his firm, Harris Investments. At 35, he had managed to go from the son of a plumber to one of the most powerful men in the city’s banking institutions. Between the sweat and blood of his own brow and the judicious use of money to grease the right hands at the right moment, he was one of the wealthiest men in the state and had his fingers in a lot of pies. Then, there was his beautiful wife of 12 years and their two children that he adored… but not enough to forego boffing his receptionist two or three times a week during lunch… and the occasional client’s wife for that matter. A man has needs, afterall.

Once again, he cursed his luck with his new Jaguar that was once again in the shop after it had refused to start that morning… forcing him to take a taxi to a meeting with an heiress that could be worth millions. But, at long last, it had been less than a minute, he got a taxi to pull up and he opened the door to get in; only to be brought up short by a red-headed young woman that darted into the back before he could and slipped to the other side without saying a word.  She seemed familiar for some reason, but he shrugged and got into the cab anyway. “The Arbor’s, and there’s an extra $20 in it if you get me there in 10 minutes.” He glanced at the woman dressed professionally enough in a pleated skirt and blouse that accentuated small, but perky breasts and legs that any man would drool over. She just smiled back and spoke in a soft voice that held all the sin of hell in it. “My stop is a couple of blocks, I’ll share the fare.”

They didn’t call him Dick for nothing and he nodded and pulled a folder from his briefcase and started to review.

The feel of a hand on his upper thigh nearly had him dropping the folder in surprise; the woman smiled mischievously and without hesitation, unzipped his pants and reached inside for his penis… she didn’t waste another second before she had leaned over and taking him between full lips andstarted one of the best blowjobs of his life. When she was done, she sat back up and made a show of swallowing his cum and put his dick away with the same skill that had gotten it out… the driver clapped and was impressed. She tapped the devider with a manicured nail, “This is my stop.” She shot him a devilish grin, “Want to come in?” she asked in a sultry voice… he called his receptionist to reschedule the meeting!

Richard hadn’t been this wound up since the night that he had popped the cherry of his 17 year old girlfriend in highschool. She had been a redhead too, and quite a lovely one at that. It was unfortunate that she had turned up pregnanta month later and his father had pushed him into a private school for his own good… he hadn’t seen her again… He remembered her name perfectly; Renee Warner. But, that wasn’t going to stop him here with a woman that wanted some strange.

A couple of hours later, he was relaxing in her bed, her red hair fanned across his chest in quiet bliss… until the front door opened and they heard someone say, “Honey, we’re home.”

The red-head jumped from the bed and started to frantically gather his clothes and tossed them to him, “You got to go, like right now!” she hissed and pointed at the French doors that opened onto a postage stamp back yard and hurried him along.

“What’s going on, who’s that?” He pulled his pants up and stuffed his socks into his pockets as the sound of footsteps sounded from  the front of the house.

“My parents, if they find you here, they’ll call the cops so fast it won’t even be funny! She talked in a hurried whisper. “I’m only 17.”

At that announcement, Richard did panic and burst out of the doors half dressed and running for the privacy wall at the back of the property.

4 weeks later, the meeting with the heiress was rescheduled and she was due to arrive at any moment when the door to his office opened and a red-headed teenaer walked through. It was the same one that he had screwed silly before he had known that she was a teenager.

“What are you doing here? You have to go, I have a big meeting in a few minutes.” He grabbed her arm and started to guide her back to the outer office.

“I know, I’m the appointment.”

Richard was confused, but the girl broke free and strolled back to his desk and plopped down into his chair and put her feet up on the glossy surface. “I needed to talk to you… you see, I’m pregnant.” She said it matter of fact and looked up at him. “It’s yours and I guess I should tell you that my mother is Renee Warner-Phillips… Daddy.” She smiled sweetly and rocked in his chair, “You caused my mother a lot of pain when you abandoned her and I’m here to tell you that Payback’s a Bitch and I’m the bitch.”

If you’re interested in the story, or expanding it, please send me a PM. I don’t care what your RL gender is as long as you can play the role that you want to play.
"I am a Southern Gentleman, which means that I'm a rogue and a scoundrel. When I'm not kissin' the hands of married women, I'm slipping off their wedding rings."
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Blinkin

"I am a Southern Gentleman, which means that I'm a rogue and a scoundrel. When I'm not kissin' the hands of married women, I'm slipping off their wedding rings."
My Ons' & offs'
Absenses & Apologies (Updated 3/02/23)
Blinkins' Thinkin's (Story Ideas)
Yes, I really am blind.
Being Literate is the ability to read and understand a language. When you ask for literate, what you are looking for is Verbosity, which is the ability to use lots of words without actually saying very much... like politicians. I consider myself both literate and verbose.