The Business Deal – Part 18 – Conclusion – [MF][MF][Seduction][Cheating][Non-Consensual Consent][Swapping]

Part 18

Ben sat at his desk in a daze. He couldn’t believe what just happened. The conversation he just had with Stephen was unreal and beyond anything he could have imagined. How the hell had he gotten himself into this situation? What the hell was he going to do? Stacy was going to flip. There was no way she would go through with it. That was for sure. But to strike out in his first job because the sleazeball boss wanted to sleep with his wife? What the actual fuck.

He didn’t speak with his wife last night when he got home. She sensed his mood but he passed it off as stress. She didn’t press the issue and went to her yoga class in the evening per usual. When she got home, Ben was just watching TV and seemed to need some space. He kissed her good night and gave her an extra long hug.

In the morning, Ben drove in as usual but his mind was completely elsewhere. Stephen had given him until the end of the week to give him a response, but he just didn’t see a way to do that. Time passed slowly at his desk until it was almost lunchtime. He had no appetite and was merely staring blankly at his computer screen for the last half hour.

“Hey, Ben, got something good on?”

It took Ben a couple of seconds to realize someone was speaking to him. He slowly looked up and realized someone was standing outside his office.

“Earth to Ben, you in there?”

“Oh, hey, Jon. Sorry. Just kind of zoning out I guess.” Ben set up and proceeded to try and look busy.

“No worries. Happens to all of us.“

Jon was in his department but at a much higher level. He had been a good friend since he came on board and he could see him as a mentor.

“I came to get you for lunch. Grab your phone and let’s go.”

“Oh, thanks. I appreciate it but I’m not really hungry.”

“Ben.”

Ben looked up at Jon who stood stone faced and determined. He suddenly seemed cold and commanding.

“Let’s go,” Jon said.

Ben considered the situation and picked up his phone and wallet and stood up. He followed Jon to the elevator where they descended to the ground floor without a word.

“I was thinking Ray’s for some sandwiches,” Jon said.

“Uh, sure. Whatever you want.”

This week was getting weirder and weirder.

When they entered, Ray’s was very busy but Jon strode right to the back booth where a man was already sitting. He didn’t get up when they arrived.

“Have a seat, Ben,” Jon said, extending a hand in invitation.

Ben sat down on the bench seat and slid over for Jon to sit by him. He was effectively trapped.

“Hello, Ben. I’m Will, good to meet you.”

“Hey,” was all Ben could say and shook his hand.

The waitress arrived and Jon ordered some drinks and sandwiches without asking Ben what he wanted. Ben waited for something to happen and Will obliged.

“Thanks for coming down, Ben,” Will said. “I know you’ve had a hell of a last 24 hours so this must seem pretty sketchy.”

Ben was confused. How did he know anything about what the past day has been like?

“Um, sure. I don’t think I had much of a choice though. Jon insisted I come.”

Will smiled. “Choice. Good word to choose, Ben. It’s about choice. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. A choice I need you to make before you have to make one yourself.”

“Ok, I am really confused. Could you please tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m here to help you with your problem. But to do that I’m going to need your help first.”

“My problem?”

“Your Stephen problem.”

Ben was stunned. How the hell did this guy know about Stephen. He hadn’t said a word to anyone.

“My Stephen problem?”

“It’s ok Ben. I heard the whole thing. We’ve had microphones in Stephen’s office for a week now. Heard the whole deal yesterday.”

“Microphones? In his office? He recorded me?” Ben was beginning to panic.

“No no, they weren’t his. They’re mine.” Will reached into his jacket and pulled out a leather billfold. He opened it to show Ben his badge.

“Special Agent William O’Brien, FBI.”

Ben was now double stunned. FBI?!? He should have taken that job with Chase instead of this crazy place.

“Ok what is this about?”

“Ben, we’ve had Stephen under surveillance for a week now. He’s done some pretty bad things, not the least of which is propositioning you for Stacy. What I need you to understand is that you weren’t the first he’s done this to. We need your help to make sure you’ll be the last one he ever tries this with.”

Ben looked back and forth from Will to Jon and back again.

“Ben, about a week before you started Stephen did the same thing to me and my wife. We…weren’t so lucky,” Jon said. He looked sad but still determined. “But I was able to get some information together on Stephen and with the help of a friend, I brought it to the FBI. They put together a pretty quick case on him, tapped his phone and bugged his office. I’ve been cooperating with them since then.”

“We were trying to just capture stuff on his financial dealings that Jon found,” Will said. “We got a lot of work to do even with him and his friend guiding us. We want an air tight case so we thought we had some time to build it. But then one of my techs comes to me yesterday and tells me what he heard, about Stephen saying he wanted to spend the night with your wife. All of a sudden we got a different case.”

“We never thought to record Stephen early enough,” Jon said. “My wife made some recordings but that’s only good enough to keep him at bay. Not enough to convict. That’s what we need you for.”

“Me? Why? What do you need from me?”

Will said, “I need you to wear a wire and get Stephen to make an offer to you, for your wife for sex and money.”

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on?” Ben said. Two weeks and he’s in the middle of an FBI sting.

“Ben, it’s easy. You go in and let him talk. Let him make an offer. Get him to state amounts and what you get in return. Get him to state where he wants to take her. That he’s done it before. Since that’s extortion and it crosses state lines, that gives me what I need. We get this and we can then move in. You never have to send Stacy with him and we nail him.”

“I need your help on this one,” Jon said. “He needs to be stopped. You’re all set up. Just let him talk. He talks so damn much. Low effort, high return. What do you say?”

Ben’s brain turned and turned while he processed the story that he was told. What did he have to lose in this kind of deal?

“OK, tell me a little more. What do you need?

**********************

It was comically easy. Ben went back to see Stephen two days later. He stated that Stacy was interested as she found Stephen really nice to talk to and if the money was right they could really use it. Ben got him to discuss dollar amount, that he was taking her to a beach house a few states away, and they even agreed upon certain sexual limits. This part kind of turned Ben’s stomach but since she would never be doing it, there was no danger in discussing it.

They talked for about an hour and agreed upon Stephen stopping by on Friday afternoon the following week. He would pick up Stacy and off they would go. Ben got into character and tried to beg and plead for Stephen to not do this, to spare him. This must have appealed to Stephen because he became more bold in his demands. Ben “fought” and tried to negotiate a better deal. All the better for the Feds listening to their conversation.

Finally, Stephen and Ben agreed on a deal and shook hands. Ben walked out, went down the elevator and casually entered a nondescript van that was parked down the street. They helped him take the equipment off his body and he decided to go home for the rest of the day. He had done it. Now, the trick was waiting and seeing what the FBI could do about getting this guy off the streets.

**********************

“Hello?”

“Hello, Diane, it’s Jon. How are you doing this afternoon?”

“Jon! Such a pleasure. I am doing fine, thank you. Just been one of those days. How are you today? And how is Tami doing?”

“Oh, doing just fine. She sends her best.”

“Thank you, Jon, please give her mine. So what is the occasion for the call? Things ok at the office?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could stop by this afternoon. I had some things I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh, alright. Actually, today is really good, say around 3? Did you want me to call Stephen to meet you here as well?”

“No, Diane. Stephen is tied up in some meetings anyway, but it’s you I needed to talk with.”

“Sounds very secretive. Hope everything is ok?”

“Oh yes, it’s a surprise we are actually preparing for Stephen here at the office and didn’t want to spoil it. I’ll see you at 3.”

**********************

Diane looked at the documents, heard the recordings, and talked with the FBI agent. She hadn’t cried much. What tears she did shed were long gone when she heard enough from Jon and Will.

“He did this to Tami?”

“Yes, Diane, unfortunately.” Jon said.

Diane was quiet. Her eyes were burning bright and hot. She was angry. Very very angry. What Jon and Will had laid out for her was devastating, but not surprising. If it had just been infidelity they could have made a financial arrangement for separation and that would have been it. Their pre-nup would have taken care of everything. Sad but not bitter.

But this. How he hurt Jon and Tami, two of her favorites from the office, that cut her. It made her want to find Stephen herself and cut his balls off and stuff them into his mouth. She had the money and means to make it happen in real life, but Special Agent O’Brien could sense her mood and tactfully moved her away from a straight revenge play. At this time.

“Then let’s burn him, Jon. I am so sorry he did this to you, and nothing I can do or say will take away the pain you’ve had. But you and Tami have always been a dear and I won’t let this fucker get away with it. Mr. O’Brien, I texted my lawyers, this will be here within an hour and then we can tear his office apart. I have an idea where some things are that you might find useful.”

**********************

Michael was enjoying a glass of whiskey at his desk while he read some financial reports. He always hated this part of the job. But it would be alright when he boarded his plane for the beach in three days. Stephen said that he had a really hot “client” he was bringing in and since things with Tami had gone so well, did he want to come down for some more special time? Hell yeah, he had said.

His desik phone lit up and he answered.

“Yes, Denise?”

“Sir, Mr. Evans and Mr. Wilson would like to see you in the conference room please. They said it was urgent.”

“Urgent? Alright, fine, I’ll be right there.”

Michael opened the door and walked into the conference room. Evans was the President of the company and Wilson the head of legal. There were two men in suits sitting on one side of the long table. No one looked happy.

“Michael, please have a seat.”

“Sure, guys, what’s going on?” Michael was trying to play it very cool but the sweat had started forming the second he saw these two at a table. It was never a good thing.

Wilson stood up and walked over to Michael.

“Mike, I need your work phone, please.”

“My phone? Why?” Michael was now at four alarms. This was too sudden and he didn’t like the look of it. Something big was happening.

“It’s company property actually and we need to examine it for something.”

“I’d like to know why first, that’s all. This seems a little sudden and ominous. Am I being accused of something?”

Wilson merely held his hand out without saying a word. Reluctantly, Michael withdrew his phone and handed it to Wilson, who returned to his seat and wrote some items down on some paperwork.

“Ok, can you tell me why I am here now? What the hell is going on.”

“You’re fired,” Wilson said. “Misuse of company resources to start, false financial reports, theft. That’s just for starters.”

“What? What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything! Jesus, Evans, you know me, I…”

Evans reached to his own phone and tapped the screen. Tami’s voice filled the room and Michael’s followed soon after.

“And they don’t mind you flying beautiful women all over the country to fuck their brains out on their properties? That’s hot. Knowing that you’re taking me someplace so special.“

“Fuck, they don’t know shit. All I have to say is I’ve got some clients there and it’s all on their dime. That’s how I got down here. So yeah, I’m fucking the company and you.”

Michael’s mouth fell open slightly. That bitch, that stone cold bitch, he thought. So that’s what that was about.

“Don’t go back to your office. The FBI is already searching it,” Wilson said. “Agents Donovan and Martelli here have some direct questions for you.”

There was a silence as they waited for Michael to respond, but he couldn’t. It was all falling apart so fast.

“I would like an attorney present before I speak to anyone,” he finally said.

“That’s up to you, sir, but our questions right now aren’t about you. We just want to talk to you about Mr. Stephen Moreland. If you can answer our questions then I think we can work out some kind of deal.”

Michael’s mind was blank. He had no idea about the world of hurt he was about to enter. That is, until he received a text from his wife:

“I checked you into the Courtyard by your office there. I am having four bags of clothes being delivered. Key is at the front desk. I split the financials in half, so you can use the old checking, I have my own now, you can use the Amex but the BofA card and account is locked. I’ve given the FBI full run of your office too. Don’t come to the house anymore. My lawyer will be in touch.”

**********************

Stephen arrived at Ben’s house on time. He sat in his limo contemplating all the things he was going to do to Stacy. Tami was still fresh on his mind and he wanted to top her, to forget the sting of losing her back to Jon. He would show her. He would show all of them.

Jon had been different since he got back a few weeks ago. He was expecting him to be a wreck, a mopester wandering around the office lost. He was so looking forward to it. He had called out sick on Monday, no surprise. Almost all the other men had done so when he returned their wives. But on Tuesday, it was like nothing had happened. Shoot, he almost looked…happy…at some points. When he had first spoken to him the next day after that, Jon stared right into his eyes and didn’t flinch at two innuendos that Stephen had dropped. It unnerved him a bit, truth be told. Then he saw Stacy and Stephen moved on.

Things had been peaceful. Diane, for some reason, decided she wanted to visit her mother and had been gone for a while. He didn’t mind or miss her. She never called or messaged unless it was something about the house or a social function. She was radio silent and he loved it.

He was startled when there was a knock on the window. A man in a suit was standing outside. Stephen lowered the window and before he could say anything, the man that was there gave Stephen a view of his badge. An FBI badge.

Stephen spoke to the agent. “I’m sorry but can I help you?”

“Sir, please step out of the vehicle.”

“What for? What is this about? Am I a suspect over something?”

“Sir, I am asking you to exit your vehicle. Now.” He didn’t know what was going on, but he took the hint and got out of the car.

Almost immediately, Stephen was turned around, handcuffed, and arrested.

“Hey, what the hell? What is this about? What the fuck is going on?”

He looked up at the front door of the house and Ben and Stacy were standing there. They looked straight into Stephen’s eyes and smiled.

Stephen looked at the happy couple, the type of relationship he had not known for years and years. So, they had ratted him to the cops. Well, they wouldn’t be able to hold him for long. He’ll get his lawyer and then be out on bail within a few hours. Then he would make some people pay.

What he didn’t know was at that exact moment, his personal office was being ransacked by federal agents and Chris from IT was showing them where everything was located on the network. He had been played, deceived and used. Just like all of his victims. They has used the meeting with Stacy to get him out and unable to hide anything more.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He couldn’t reach it with his hands handcuffed. He asked an agent to please at least show him who had messaged him. The agent found the phone in his jacket and pulled it out. The agent looked at the main screen and the message that had come in. He laughed at whatever was written.

“What? What is it? Show me god damn it!”

The agent moved the phone in front of Stephen’s eyes.

There were two messages visible on the Lock Screen.

The first: “You’re fired. We will have someone pack anything the FBI did not confiscate. Don’t ever come back to this office.” It was from the CEO.

The second: “I can’t wait for your cellmate to sell you to another prisoner for a carton of cigarettes. And I’m sure he’ll let you know what he thinks of your boundaries.” Tami.

Stephen was silent as he was put into the agent’s car and driven away.

**********************

For Ellen, the first week was the roughest. Tami had called late Sunday and asked to talk, but Ellen asked to do that Tuesday night. She had a big day at work and didn’t want to be distracted.

Tami went to Ellen’s home that evening, bringing two bottles of their favorite wine. Ellen was standoffish at first, but it went much better than it had between Tami and Jon. Tami hugged her hard and long and they kept themselves together, for the most part.

“There isn’t a part of me that doesn’t feel bad about what I put you through, Ell,” Tami said.

“It’s fine. I hope I helped. I knew you were in a tough spot and I couldn’t leave you alone like that.”

“Ell, I asked you to sleep with my husband. That’s not something ‘best friends’ or any friends should ever do. It was crazy. I was crazy. And I didn’t think it through. I hurt you and our relationship. And I will always regret that.”

Ellen swirled her wine gently and looked deep into the red body of the glass.

“Yeah, I don’t get a lot of those calls, so it was new for me too,” she said lightly jokingly. “I just…I couldn’t imagine what you were going through, really. I mean, I’ve been propositioned at work a few times, but never something like this. Although, remember Jerry in Accounting?”

“Was he the guy that wanted you to have his baby but you raise the kid because he didn’t really want to raise kids, just have his name continue or something?”

“That’s Jerry. Good old ‘arrested for soliciting a 16 year old girl in Boston’ Jerry.” They laughed bitterly at the memory.

“I can’t even tell you what it was like, really,” Tami said. “It was so surreal at times. Like something ripped from a bad fan fic or something online where some weird guy in his basement writes shit like this.”

“The world is full of crazy people.”

“At least this one will get what’s coming to him.”

“Seriously? What do you mean?” Ellen asked.

“Jon has a plan. He’s got a friend in IT that found a lot on Stephen and then Maia hooked him up with a senior FBI guy that uses her club. Said anyone that messes with Maia’s friends will never see sunshine again. So they’re talking about how to get things rolling on that. I don’t know. I’m helping but letting Jon be the white knight. I already did my part.”

“Well, he’s a great guy and he just wants what’s best for you. He loves you so…” and Ellen’s voice cracked.

She tried to hold back a tear but it was hard. Tami set her wine down and hugged her. They stayed silent for a few minutes and the resumed their drinking.

“Christ, Tami. How the hell did you ever find a guy like that and why can’t I? If I knew how emotional it would get I wouldn’t have done it. But even when he was moping around he was just…I don’t know. You’re just drawn to him. When we would talk about nothing I could do that forever. I see why you married him, sure, but he can be so amazing in little things. That’s what got me I think. Little things.”

“Oh yes, that was really it. He doesn’t understand why that was important to me. To any woman I think. I just can’t live without that.”

“I think that’s when I got angriest at you. That here was this amazing guy to die for and you’re off with his boss. Yes, blackmailed and all that, but damn.” Ellen paused. “Tami, I’m sorry but it’s going to take a while to get over that connection. Yeah, we had sex, good sex, but the way he made me feel inside sometimes, I know I can’t have that anymore, not like that. And that hurts.”

Tami looked sad and anxious. “I know. Like I said, I forgot about that being a possibility. It never occurred to me. I mistakenly believed we could all just have sex and then go back to normal. Yeah right.”

They finished the first bottle as they talked and popped the second one.

“So what was it like, really? And you’re talking to your bestie here, Tami. I am genuinely curious. Or tipsy. Or drunk…I don’t know. But now I gotta know.”

Tami thought for a while. She was also on her way to drunk and had loosened up considerably. They could now talk as they always had, even if it was about something this difficult.

“It was weird. Like, how dare this man ruin my life, treat me like an object. Something that was bought. It pissed me off. And then he was really good at turning me on even when I didn’t want to be. I hated myself for that. I’ll admit, there were lots of times it felt really good. I lost myself in the moment. It was forbidden, wrong, stupid, but it felt good.”

“What happened when you called?”

“Oh god, that. I am never going to live that down. He had talked to his wife while he was in me, I was like are you kidding me? But at that moment, with him talking to her, it was actually really hot. It was just so….different, so far from the norm. And he had been edging me for like two hours so I was on fire and not thinking straight. I just wanted to finish and have him finish. I really was wanting it bad by then.”

“Two hours? Fuck, how is that possible?”

“Oh it was off and on, but still. And then he said, ‘Your turn’. And I was like what? Then I hear dial tone. And…well, I had a blindfold on too.”

“No fucking way! Holy shit. Ok, that does sound kind of hot.”

“You see? That’s the contradiction. When I just was in the moment, who doesn’t like being edged and blindfolded? But it was him and I hated that part. So he throws the phone on the bed, I can’t see it, he’s still fucking me, and then I hear Jon’s voice, and I just froze. I should have hung up but I couldn’t. So we did that. And…”

“And what?”

Tami hesitated again. She hadn’t planned on ever talking about this to anyone, ever. That lasted one day and one bottle of wine.

“He, uh, he hung up, then Stephen just…pounded me and I came like, super hard. Super hard. It was everything all at once. And it felt incredible even at the same time I was absolutely mortified and humiliated. I really can’t explain all that.”

They drank some more while they each considered what Tami had said.

“And Saturday night, that other guy and lady, what was that about?” Ellen asked.

Tami sighed deeply. “That…was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had and…if I’m honest…will probably ever have. It was so new, so wild, so…different.”

She explained everything that happened, leading up to it and the events of the evening. The making out with Becca, eating her out and then switching, the blindfold and touching, and then the strap on. All of it. Ellen was entranced in a watching-a-car-crash sort of way.

“My god, Tami. Ok, maybe it’s the wine, but that does sound hot. Just not with your husband’s boss.”

“I know. That’s the problem. I’m stuck with this and I don’t know how it will ever go away.”

“Well, you just have to do some things with Jon that equal that.”

“I’m not that kind of creative. I mean…wait, did you do anything crazy like that?”

“No, not like that. And I need to finish this glass before I even think about telling you anything I did.”

She finished that glass and another, they both did. They were drunk and their lips were loose.

“Ok, you just can’t get mad at me, like at all. I was just trying to do the thing you asked me to do that thing, you know?” Did that make sense, she thought. Whatever.

“I will not be mad. Not after what I just told you I did. Lay it on me.”

Ellen told her about the maid costume. Tami was taken aback at first but then was aroused by it strangely. Like hearing an audio erotica that happened to someone else. Then Ellen told her about being Staci with an i.

“You danced for him? Damn it, I wanted to do that.”

“You can, just do what I did.”

“And what was that?” Asked Tami.

“I wrote “fuck me” across my boobs. And i put some henna things on my butt. ‘Slut’ and ‘Whore’. I think. Was that it? Or was it slut and bitch. Bitch and whore? Fuck, I can’t remember. But he liked that.”

“You bitch! You did what?”

“Yeah, I thought it was what a dirty stripper would do. No?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been to a strip club.”

“We should totally go, it would be fun.”

“Alright, can’t do anything worse right?” And they laughed together.

The second bottle went down smoothly. Tami was going nowhere. She sent a text to Jon that she was staying the night. He said that was fine and to take care of Ellen. Her response was to send him a picture of them both flashing him their breasts. He wrote back, “Too soon.” They were upset that maybe they had made him feel bad when another text came in. “No not too soon. Honest, you guys are hot. Love you. Get to bed.” They giggled at that and then stayed up for a while longer.

Ellen and Tami got into her bed. They talked a little and then were silent. They were almost drifting off when Ellen spoke.

“Remember sophomore year, when we got wasted after the homecoming game?”

“I think? Was that when we crashed at my apartment and Delia got mad we ate her vegan cookies?”

“Yes that was the one.”

“Yeah ok, why?” And then Tami remembered.

She turned on her side to Ellen.

“It’s just…when you said the part about Becca, and what she did to you, and what you did to her, and what we had done that night back then…I was just thinking. You know?” Ellen said, turning her head to Tami.

Tami gazed at her and touched her cheek.

“Can I tell my best friend a secret?” She said smiling.

“Oh my gosh yes you can tell her!” Ellen said also smiling.

“When Becca put that strap on in me, I thought about that night. I thought about you and us. And I was like, I should totally get Jon and us to do that.”

Ellen laughed out loud at the thought. She has thought the same when Tami had told her.

“Oh my god we totally should. But on one condition!”

“What’s that?”

“We each get a turn to fuck each other and then…” Ellen paused for great dramatic effect.

“Damn it, don’t do that! And then what?”

“We each get a turn to do it to Jon.”

Tami was shocked but she smiled and then laughed.

“Totally!! We are so doing that!”

They laughed and got close. They fell silent and looked in each other’s eyes. They loved each other, as friends, as sisters, as….

As they fell asleep until morning, closer than ever.

**********************

Stephen slumped to the chair behind the table. The courtroom began to empty as the sentencing judge gathered his papers and brought his gavel down. It was all over, all of it. His life, his freedom, maybe his sanity. He had taken a plea deal due to the overwhelming amount of evidence. But things didn’t work out. The judge changed the terms of the deal. Somewhat ironic, Stephen had to admit to himself.

The words the judge said so clearly and loudly reverberated through his head: “I sentence the defendant to no less than 30 years in prison, eligible for parole in 20…”

Minimum 20 years in state prison. And the feds wanted their pound of flesh. How does that work? Do they just transfer you between places when you get old enough? He didn’t know. He thought it would be easy enough when it was just the FBI, but they brought his state cops in and then there was just so much evidence. He had been so stupid and bold. They couldn’t believe how stupid he was. The memes internal to the FBI about Stephen would live on for years. So they both nailed him and the charges and years kept piling up the further they delved. Diane gave them everything then split. Michael turned on him to save his own skin but his case went badly too. He was only doing 17 years, but it was still a bitter pill.

The bailiff came for him and led him back into processing. He walked in a stupor, shuffling and banging into the table since he couldn’t focus. It was all over. How? How did this happen?

At the door, he stopped and turned. He looked back to the courtroom seating. There were a few people milling about, but the couple that watched him had stayed sitting. He watched them. He considered making a final empty cutting remark but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His confidence had been destroyed and his bravado ended.

It had been almost a year since his time with her. She looked as lovely as ever. In fact more lovely that he remembered. She glowed. That’s when she put her had on her stomach, which he noticed looked a little more pronounced now that he really looked at her. He hadn’t gotten a good look during the trials. The bailiff took Stephen’s arm and moved him along. He turned and never saw her again.

Tami smiled at him as she caressed her growing belly. Jon leaned over and kissed her cheek, placing his hand over hers, feeling their future grow.

The end.

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7 comments on “The Business Deal – Part 18 – Conclusion – [MF][MF][Seduction][Cheating][Non-Consensual Consent][Swapping]

  1. WHAT. AN. ENDING! ngl imma miss this story, and I could go on and on but bravo! Any future plans?

  2. *slow clap, nod of approval* Dude, thank you for one of the most impressive, best written pieces of erotica I have ever read. Full development of characters, scenes that were believable (the number of times I have read, “she showed her titties and we made out”, ugh!), and the sheer emotion we could feel from the characters.

    You made me hate Stephen, feel for Tami, Jon and Ellen. You showed the struggle people could have with their own emotions.

    Dammit, now what am I going to read? Like Tami and Jon, I can’t go back to the lesser stuff!

    This was fantastic, and I thank you for sharing it with us.

    Oh, and yeah, fuck Stephen! :)

  3. Alternate endings? Yes please! What a great story! Such depth and detail you have quite a gift. I hope you continue with more stories.

  4. Can’t believe it’s over, have been on the edge of my seat through it all. Love the character development. I feel bad for Jon and Ellen, they almost had a really good thing going. Tami is truly a cock slut and could have easily gone with Stephen or Michael forever. What a tramp. Glad Stephen and Michael are getting what they got but don’t some of us really want to be them? Turning “good girls” into our play things.

    As I have said before in other comments, this is the best piece of smut I have ever read. Hope to hear from you soon. Maybe a real novel????

  5. Okay an absolutely fantastic story! It will be awhile before something equals it.

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