Joann's Pictures

He walked into her office escorted by her secretary. “Joann, this is Todd Alexander. He’s interested in opening an account.”

Joann liked him immediately. He had the face, beard, and confident look of Ernest Hemingway. His callused hand surrounded hers. She tensed at his firm, sensuous touch.

“I’m pleased to meet you Ms. Tucker.” His bass voice rumbled through her; she felt her vaginal walls tighten.

“How do you do.? Would you like a seat?” she asked. Her voice quivered.

He unbuttoned his custom-made jacket as he sat. A red and blue tie covered his burly chest, and she wondered if the rest of his body was the same. Her thoughts shifted to her husband, David, and their lack of intimate relations. Their thirteen-year marriage was crumbling like a stale Saltine cracker.

“What can I do for you Mr. Alexander?” she said, held captive by his chestnut eyes.

“Please call me Todd. I prefer using first names if you don’t mind, Joann?”

“No, no that’s fine with me, Todd. I also like informality.”

“Joann, as you are aware, Charlotte has one of the most rapidly developing economies in the country. I want to position myself to take advantage of that growth.”

“Yes, I am. What types of projects are you considering?” She cast a glance at his crotch as he sat comfortably in the chair.

“For the moment that’s confidential information, but I have a cashier’s check for one million dollars to open an account. I’ll be adding to it as my plans solidify.” He handed her the check. It fell to the floor. They reached for it at the same time and bumped heads. “I apologize, that was clumsy of me. Are you all right?” he asked.

She blushed and laughed. With a sweep of her fingertips, she restored her long hair. “Yes, I’m fine. What about you?”

He returned her smile. “I wonder if bumping heads is the best way to begin a business relationship.”

I wouldn’t mind bumping other body parts, she thought. He retrieved the check and handed it to her. Their hands touched and she felt warm all over. “I hope it won’t be a bumpy relationship,” she said, but thinking the opposite.

“You’re quick; I like that in a woman.”

Oh, that’s nice to hear, she thought. “Thank you, kind sir, but now that I have your money, I have to check your references. Do you have them with you?”

He pulled an envelope from an inside jacket pocket and handed it to her. Their hands touched again. The warmth returned. She noticed him surveying her breasts, and wished her blouse was more revealing. “While you fill out these forms, I’ll check your references.” She turned to her PC, conscious of his stare.

His credentials were as impeccable as he was, she thought. Turning, she watched him meticulously fill out the forms with a bold hand writing style. He has great hands. I wonder how they’d feel on my body: massaging my back, fondling my breasts, hardening my nipples, and stimulating my clitoris. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by hands like his.

“I’m sorry about the large number of forms. I have to set up special lines-of-credit, checking accounts, and I assume you’ll require a number of business and personal credit cards.”

“Yes, I’d like that and to finish all the paper work today, if possible.”

“I’m fast and efficient,” she said. Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed as the sound of his deep voice rattled through her body.

She had coffee brought in. Sitting side by side they filled out forms. She input information into his files, and had his credit cards prepared. They touched hands often while exchanging forms; her desire for him increased. He was intelligent, had a nice sense of humor, and was divorced. She intimated her marriage was in trouble. Within a short time span, she felt like she had known him for years. He was a dream come true.

When she finished the long-drawn out process, he asked, “Joann, you did such rapid and excellent work in preparing all this material. May I take you to lunch to celebrate my new relationship with The First National Bank of Charlotte?”

She readily accepted his invitation and was pleased when he took her by the arm as they left the bank. A Lincoln Continental Town Car pulled to the front entrance as they exited. The chauffeur hurried to open the door. “To the Jefferson Davis,” Todd directed in his rumbling voice. He guided her into the back seat, sat close beside her, and put his arm along the back of her seat. It was a cool March day and she enjoyed his warmth. His Chanel Allure aftershave served as a pheromone stimulating her senses.

Todd’s leg rested against hers and he asked “Are you attracted to me, Joann?”

She blushed. “You’re a very attractive man, but . . .”

“And you’re an incredibly beautiful woman, who’s also an expert at her job,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

“Thank you Todd, that’s a thoughtful compliment.”

“Justly deserved,” he said, “but it’s difficult for me to understand why you have a troubled marriage.

Before she could answer, the Lincoln pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. Todd took her by the hand to assist her. She purposely stumbled and fell hard against his chest. The crush of her breasts against his chest was arousing, and her hand grazing his crotch added to her desire.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

He held her close and asked, “Are you all right?”

She was stimulated by their closeness. “Yes, thanks to you,”

He escorted her into the hotel with his arm around her waist. She was pleased with his touch and attentiveness. Her husband, David, never demonstrated such consideration.

“Have you ever been to the Queen’s Room Restaurant?” he asked.

“Only once, when the bank held a reception there,” she said, placing her hand on his arm. “It’s elegant and the food and service are excellent. The rotating view of the city’s skyline is breathtaking.”

An elevator whisked them to the forty-fifth floor restaurant. The Matre d’ greeted them saying, “Mr. Alexander, everything is as you requested,” and he led them to a table for two.

As he helped with her chair, the wine steward brought a bottle of wine. “Sir, this is the 1984 vintage Cote du Rhone et Beaujolas of the Chateau Jean Lafite,” the waiter said, as he presented a cork. Todd sniffed it and nodded. A small amount of wine was poured into a Riedel wine glass for his inspection. He lifted the glass to the light, swirled it in tight circles, took a sip, and said, “Excellent, just as I remembered, thank you.”

The steward filled two glasses, placed the decanter in the carafe and said, “I know the meal will suit you as well as the wine.”

“I believe you will like this, Joann, it’s one of the best.”

She took a sip. “It’s very good.” The wine warmed her body and her feelings for Todd. She was pleased with the seating arrangements, with the sight of the Carolina Panthers’ football stadium, with Todd’s knowledge of wine, and with his elegant manners. She hadn’t felt this good being with a man in a long time.

After asking her permission, he ordered a lunch of Caesar Salad and seafood bisque.

“Thank you Todd. That’s the meal I would order. It’s kind to my waistline.” She noted his adoring eyes surveying her face and body.

“Has your husband told you how beautiful you are?”

Joann blushed while trying to think of the last time David had complimented her. “Not lately.”

“It’s a sin for a woman as attractive as you to go without compliments.”

“Thank you, Todd, but most men aren’t like you.”

They fell silent as the hot soup was expertly served.

They ate slowly, drank freely, enjoying the soup, salad, and wine

“Do you have a special designer for your wardrobe?” he asked.

What a thoughtful question. “No, I do all my own shopping. Do you like my outfit?”

“It’s perfect for you. It highlights your coloring and accentuates your slender body. I would have thought you had gone to a fashion specialist to find such an ensemble.”

“Thank you, but I just buy what appeals to me,” she said, while looking at him with appreciation for his knowledge of women’s fashion.

In between questions, he regaled her with stories of his travels and business dealings.

She thrilled when he touched her hand and arm. His hand on her knee was acceptable, but when he moved up her thigh she stopped him.

After they finished their salads and the bottle of wine, he paid the bill with his new credit card.

Walking to the elevator, he asked, “Joann, do you mind if we stop at my suite on the way down? I need to pick up something.”

“No, if it doesn’t take too long. I have to get back to the bank.”

It was a short trip as his suite was only one floor down. He opened the door and followed her inside. As soon as the door closed, he took her in his arms and kissed her gently.

She returned his kiss, enjoying his mouth against hers, and placed her arms around him.

His second kiss was more passionate. She pulled away, “Todd, I can’t do this, I’m a married woman.”

“Yes, but not happily.”

“How do you know . . .?” Her answer was cut short as he crushed her with his lips. She warmed as his hands massaged her back. His tongue probed her mouth, and their tongues engaged in a frantic dance. With both hands, he took her by the derriere and pulled her hard against his erection. She wasn’t used to such enthusiasm. The excitement of a handsome man desiring her along with the effects of the wine caused her juices to flow.

“Joann, I want you,” he said, expertly unsnapping her bra with one hand.

She felt the restraint loosen. Her excitement rose. “No, I can’t do this,” but her words were cut off by his searing lips.

Holding her tight against the wall, he used his thumbs and fingers to lower her skirt and panties. His trouser-covered cock brushed against her pussy. It was wonderful. She wanted to be desired. She needed to be treated as an alluring woman.

“I’m married, my husband, I’ve never cheated,” but she didn’t want him to stop.

“You haven’t cheated, but you want to with me.” He pulled her blouse up and released her breasts from the bra.

She moaned quietly as her breasts were fondled, one nipple sucked hard, and the other kneaded. Tides of passion ran between her nipples and core in a circuit of unfulfilled desire. Her resolve melted as fast as her craving increased. “Todd, oh Todd,” she said swooning into his arms.

He swept her up, walked to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and removed the remainder of her clothes. Trying to speak, she stopped when he placed his face between her legs. David, her husband, didn’t believe in fellatio or cunnilingus, but her silence and excitement were due to Todd licking her pubic hair and separating her pussy lips with his tongue. The thrill was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her moans became louder and turned to groans when he found her clitoris. She writhed in pleasure, spread her legs, placed her hands on his head, arched her back, and screamed as she climaxed.

Pressure on the bed changed, she opened her eyes, and Todd was kneeling between her legs. She lifted her pelvis and groaned as his cock filled her. At first, he felt too big. Once she relaxed, however, he felt just right as he slowly stroked her. She had never been so full, so stimulated, so ready to be ravaged. Her unknown, unconscious wants and needs were being satisfied as he plunged into her faster and harder. She tried to hold back but the pleasurable sensations were too much; she willingly returned his strokes one for one until she moaned, climaxing. The brilliance and wonder of it all overwhelmed her as she waited for his pounding orgasm.

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The rest of the day and into the evening she was floating in the aftermath of sexual satisfaction. At work, the next morning, everyone mentioned how good she looked; she told them she felt wonderful, but didn’t explain why. The mail arrived about 10:30. She sorted through the letters, all of which contained nothing out of the ordinary. Opening an 8.5” x 11” envelope, she noticed it didn’t have a postmark. She removed the contents, photographs turned face down; she righted them. Shocked, her heart rate increased, perspiration covered her body, her legs weakened. With trembling fingers she stared at the first picture. The back of a man’s head was between her outspread legs, long hair spilled over a pillow, her plump breasts were bare, she was smiling, and her hands were on the head.

She looked around her office to see if anyone was looking. The halls were empty. There were a number of similar pictures taken at different times. Another showed Todd’s cock about to enter her pussy, others showed him riding her. It looked as though she was enjoying herself.

She was aghast. Where did the pictures come from? Who took them? There was no note. Why had they been sent to her? Who was spying on her? Was it David or a detective or a friend of his? She was in a daze.

Thumbing through the photos time and time again, however, caused a subtle arousal. The pictures brought back memories of Todd’s assertive and passionate behavior, her weak attempt to protest, her surrender to her needs, and the pleasure of his tongue and cock. His pulsating orgasm had led to another of hers. She reveled in the memory.

Come on Joann, snap out of it. What are you going to do? Can I ignore them? No, no I can’t do that, someone has the negatives and can use them against me. I could be blackmailed. I could lose my job. How did someone get into Todd’s suite to take these photographs? Was the room bugged and setup before we got there? I didn’t see any cameras, of course, I wasn’t looking for them.

She smiled to herself.

The phone rang. She was scared. Whoever took the pictures was on the line. What would she say, what would she do? She looked at Caller ID, relieved it was one of her assistants.

“Hello, Sally, do you need me for something?”

“Yes, may I come to your office?”

“No, no, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there in a minute.” She placed the pictures back in the envelope and locked it in one her file drawers. Leaving her office, she was pleased she had something to do to take her mind off the photos.

Sally had a minor problem that was quickly solved, but Joann remained for a while talking about the weather and office gossip. She didn’t return to her office when they finished, rather she got a cup of coffee and checked to see if anyone needed her assistance.

It was almost lunch time before she returned to her office. Her mind had been racing the entire time trying to figure out what to do. The thought crossed her mind that Todd might have had the pictures taken, but it passed quickly as she remembered his passion. No one that loving would have done such a thing. Finally, she decided to call him; he would know what to do. He had much more experience than she. He might know if someone was trying to get to him through her. She went to a pay phone, one of the few left in Charlotte. It was conveniently hidden from the bank.

“Joann, calm down. What’s the problem? What are you so frantic about?”

“Todd, someone photographed us yesterday.”

“What? What kind of pictures were they? Were they of us at lunch?”

“No, I wish they were. The pictures showed us making love. What are we going to do?”

“Tell me exactly what they are? What do they show?

“Todd, they show everything. They’re of us in your bed. I’m naked and your face is between my legs. Another is of you on top of me. What are we going to do? I can’t afford for anyone to see these photos. Is it possible that you have enemies who are using me to get to you?”

“I don’t know. It’s possible. Go to your office, get the pictures and I’ll have my chauffer pick you up in fifteen minutes. We’ll figure something out when you get here. Calm down! Act normal, don’t let anyone think your under stress. Everything will be all right.”

Ria, Todd’s driver, picked her up in the Town Car and drove straight to the hotel. She twisted her hair, bit her lips, and wiggled in her seat while hoping he would drive faster.

She sobbed walking into the room and fell directly into Todd’s outstretched arms. He held her close. She felt better. As her crying slowed, he kissed her neck. His beard again her flesh provided comfort. He kissed her face dry and placed his lips on hers. She responded to the passion of their entwined tongues, fear turned into lust.

“Todd, I’m so scared,” she said, reaching for his crotch. She wanted release from her terror. They undressed each other on the way to the bedroom. Her juices were flowing and she was ready to lose her thoughts in his strength. She fell to the bed, spread her legs, and held out her arms to the most dynamic man she had ever known. His cock filled her. She moaned with pleasure, fear gone. They lay still: she impaled and he encased. She concentrated on his lips, his tongue, and his cock filling her void.

He rolled on to his back with her on top of him. “Joann, you’re so beautiful.” He pushed her upright. “You have marvelous tits.” He cupped them with his hands and hardened her nipples with his thumbs. She closed her eyes in delight and felt him suck a nub into his mouth. Her excitement increased. She moved up and down his shaft. He shifted to her other nipple and his thumb found her clitoris. The stimulation turned to joy which turned to the ecstasy of an orgasm. She cried out and collapsed to his chest.

They lay still for what seemed a long time, and just as she was returning to normal, he began to stroke her once more. She held him tight, enjoying the stimulations he was giving her. Her ardor increased rapidly. She felt wonderful. He pushed her upright and said, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

She opened her eyes when she rose. He was smiling and watching her breasts bounce back and forth in rhythm with his movements. She couldn’t believe how good she felt.

“Are you ready,” he asked.

She nodded, not knowing what to expect. He placed his thumbs between her breasts and pulled her nipples together, took both of them into his mouth and sucked. His tongue moved in circles and figure eights. The sensations were incredible and Joann went wild. She threw her head back, rolling from side to side, bucking up and down on his rod as hard and as fast as she could. Todd raised his hips, and the fullness of his cock flooded her cavity and added to the ecstasy. She screamed and cried out in bliss.

Exhausted, she fell to his side enjoying the afterglow of sexual gratification.

Todd rolled out of the bed, and while walking away said, “You can use this shower; I’ll use the other one.”

She lay there for a moment until the thought of the pictures flashed through her mind once more. What were they going to do? She hurried to the bathroom, showered, dried, gathered her scattered clothes, and dressed. Todd and Ria were sitting at a table when she entered the kitchenette. They were looking at the pictures and laughing. She stopped in horror.

“Did you enjoy yourself yesterday and today, Joann?” Todd said, handing her a glass of wine. “This will be soothing and help you calm your nerves.”

“I don’t want wine; I want to know why you and Ria are laughing about the pictures. There’s nothing funny about them. Don’t you realize we’re in trouble?”

“We’re not in trouble, Joann, you are.”

“Wha . . . what do you mean?”

“Ria and I rigged the room with cameras. We took the pictures.”

Joann cried. The two men watched, and waited.

When her tears slowed she asked, “Why would you do that? Why did you photograph us making love?”

Ria pushed the glass of wine toward her.

“Joann, you, Ria and I are going to rob the bank.”

“What, what are you out of your mind? Rob the bank?

“Yes with your help, we’re going to steal a large sum of money from your bank.”

“I’m not going to help you.”

“Darling, you have several choices, but before I give them to you, have some wine.”

“I don’t want wine. I want to know what’s happening.”

“While you and I were fucking like teenagers yesterday, Ria turned on the cameras, and copied all the credit cards and keys in your purse.”

She sat in complete shock, unable to speak.

“If you don’t cooperate, we will use your personal information to drive you and David into bankruptcy. Copies of these pictures will be sent to David, to your family, to the bank, and to the media. Your life will be destroyed, and you could end up in jail.”

“Todd, why would you do this to us?”

“Joann, Joann, money is the root of all evil. We figure we can make fifty million with your help. Without it, we’ll break even. It’s your choice, what would you like to do?”

She sat silently for a long time. Finally, she said, “It doesn’t matter what I do, I’m doomed.”

Todd smiled and said, “There is one other option.”

Staring at him blankly, she asked, “What are you talking about?”

“If you help us, we’ll take you with us. With fifty million, the three of us can live the high life on the other side of the world, and I guarantee your life will be better than if you stay, especially your sex life.”

Joann cried again.

Todd shook her. “Joann, you have to make up your mind. If you give us what we want, we can begin transferring money. We need to complete our task before five so we won’t attract attention with after-hours transactions. What’s your decision?

She looked at him numbly and said, “I’ll give you the numbers if you give me the pictures and the negatives, but I won’t go with you. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Todd laughed. “You didn’t think that way yesterday or thirty minutes ago.”

“You son-of-a-bitch, you seduced me but you’ll never get to fuck me again.”

“I will, if you don’t give me the information we need to move money from the bank to our accounts,” he said, with anger and impatience in his voice

“Give me the pictures and the negatives first. The longer you wait the less time you’ll have. I want the cameras too.”

“Ria, get the cameras while I get the negatives.”

In a few minutes, they dumped everything on the table.

“Now give us access to your accounts. You can check the photos and cameras,” Todd said.

Her special financial access codes would give them admittance to the bank’s computers. She gave them the codes. They were ecstatic. Ria went to one of the bedrooms to work his computer magic. Todd hurried into the other bedroom. Joann sat in the kitchen matching the pictures with negatives and going through the cameras. The negatives matched the pictures, everything was there. She had what she wanted, and knew she had them by the balls because she had been trained for this kind of scenario.

Just before 5:00 p.m. the two of them called Joann into the sitting room. Their luggage was packed. They were ready to leave. “Joann, I’m sorry you’re not going with us, because that causes an additional problem. You have to be restrained, so you don’t have an opportunity to contact the police before we’re out of the country.”

She was led to a chair. Her arms and hands were secured and she was gagged. As Todd finished binding her, Ria went to the kitchenette and packed up the pictures, negatives, and cameras. She strained at her bonds when she realized what was happening. She had been tricked.

“Joann, you’re a great piece-of-ass, but we have to take the pictures as a form of insurance. We know you’ll be less likely to talk if we keep the pictures, sorry,” he said.

They gathered their luggage and walked out the door.

Shortly after they left, a number of police officers, with guns drawn, entered the suite and untied a surprised but pleased Joann.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Tucker?” one of them asked.

“I’m fine but how did you know where to find me?”

One of the banks security officials explained that her cell phone had been traced because of its GPS. They had been alerted to a problem when Ria used her access codes that were a series of worthless loops. His hacking methods seemed to work, so he didn’t become suspicious, but none of them were sending money to their secret accounts. Rather, all the transfers were being recycled within the system and being recorded by the bank’s computers. The security team was immediately alerted to the illegal transactions. “As soon as we knew of the fraudulent incursion into the system, the FBI and police were notified, and your phone was traced,” the security officer said.

Joann was taken to police headquarters and interviewed by a female FBI agent. She wanted all the details that led up to the bank being alerted to the illegal transactions. Confessing her affair with Todd was both embarrassing and scary. The interrogator listened patiently about her failed marriage, and how she had succumbed to Todd’s charm. Before she was released, she was told that if and when the case came to trial that her affair with Todd would become public knowledge. She cried because she would be embarrassed publicly, and David would have to be confronted with the facts before they became known.

The president of the bank assured her that her job was safe. She had followed proper procedures to protect the funds and integrity of the First National Bank of Charlotte. He commiserated with her about the affair and the effect it might have on her image and her marriage. She was given a paid two-week vacation.

The FBI wouldn’t release the photographs to Joann, so she requested that David be allowed into the interrogation room so they could speak privately. He rushed into the room saying, “Joann, thank God you’re all right, I was so worried when I was called and brought here. Why did it take so long?” He took her into his arms and kissed her. He hadn’t kissed her like that in years.

“David, sit down, I have to show you something, and we have to talk.” She pushed the large envelope to him, “Open it.” She looked at him wondering how he would react. She was embarrassed, anxious, and stressed beyond the breaking point. She was at the stage where she just wanted to get over the ordeal.

He looked at her strangely, opened the clasp, and removed the pictures. After viewing the first photo, he looked at her but didn’t speak. His body tensed and his complexion became ashen as he deliberately, slowly looked at each photo. Trembling, he tried to talk but couldn’t. He waited a long time. The knuckles of his hands turned white as he gripped the table top. He stared at the floor, at the table, and looked up at her several times. He pushed the envelope toward her.

Joann sat watching and waiting. When was he going to speak?

He tried to speak several times before he was able to say, “Jo . . . Joann, you’re beautiful.”

She couldn’t believe what she heard.

“Even with another man’s head between your legs and then fucking you, you’re beautiful. I’m as mad as hell at you, at me, at the situation we’re in. It’s hard for me to say this, but those pictures are a turn-on. You’re a turn-on. I can’t believe that I have to see you being screwed by another man to know how sexy you are, to know how much I’ve ignored you, to know how I’ve messed up our marriage.”

He paused, “God-damn it, how could you let that bastard do that to you? Were you forced? Did your resist? Did you enjoy it? It looks like you did. Are you going to answer me? Say something.”