Dark Erotic Fiction

Surprise Development for the Sorority

The same morning that Flora and Buffy learned that their forbidden affairs at the country club were no longer secret and the same morning that Debbie and Melisa woke up naked on the floor of Aaron”s motel room a very somber and businesslike meeting was getting underway in Hutchinson, Kansas at the Kansas Cattlemen”s Trust Bank.

Arnold Grant sat scowling, red-faced with anger at the head of the table. Flanking him at the table were his two best friends, Thomas Clarke and Ralph Stubbins. All three men wore expensive suits and were distinguished looking men in their late fifties or early sixties.

The casual clothing and confident demeanor of the other three people scattered about the table were in stark contrast to the stiff and unyielding body language of the three well-dressed businessmen.

“I”m not sure I understand exactly what we can do to help you, Mr. Grant,” Nick Bolter drawled easily.

While all three businessmen still had their hair, all had streaks of gray from years of hard work and stress. Unfortunately, their plump bodies showed signs of neglect from conducting those years of work while in luxurious offices, paneled boardrooms, and fancy restaurants. Nick Bolter”s face showed the long-term effects of too much exposure to the sun and his lanky frame looked comfortable in the expensive cowboy boots, blue jeans, and cowboy shirt that he wore. He exuded powerful confidence.

“We want justice,” Thomas Clarke hissed.

“A little revenge would be nice,” Arnold Grant added with heat. “Those bitches set us up.”

“We need our money back as well,” Ralph Stubbins added softly.

Nick leaned forward, set his elbows on the gleaming mesquite table top, and steepled his hands. “Gentlemen, don”t get me wrong, we proudly provide a completely legal service to society that happens to be fairly lucrative. However, it sounds like you gentlemen might be better served by the police. What specifically do you want our firm to accomplish?”

Ralph Stubbins, the eldest man present at sixty-three took a deep breath. “Alright, I”ll lay it out in simple form. Mr. Bolter, we want to hire your firm, Texas Bail Trackers and Recovery Agents to find our missing wives, the runaway Phi Beta Phi Sorority members, and the man that might have made all this possible, Mr. Aaron Fleming.”

“Explain again the basis you have for the Applications for Writs of Enslavement?”

“First, most of the Phi Beta Phi Sorority members took advantage of our bank”s subsidized student loan program set up because my wife is an avid alumnus. Then, the local chapter of the Phi Beta Phi Sorority recently took out a large note, just shy of three-hundred-seventy-five-thousand dollars to make improvements on their facilities. The loan application was signed by all the Phi Beta Phi principal elected officers and by the Alumni Advisors Group. The names are all listed in the paperwork there in front of you. Now we”ve filed a protest, but the Fire Chief has already determined that the cause of fire was arson. Essentially, we”ve lost double the loan amount since the insurance company refuses to pay for replacing the Sorority House and we got the city to subsidize the loan with a guarantee by my bank that the historic building would be preserved in perpetuity. The city is already demanding to know our rebuilding schedule of an exact reproduction. Between the student loans and the note on the chapter house, we”ve easily lost over a million and a half dollars because of this fiasco.”

Nick grimaced as the extent of their loss settled in. Then he slowly shuffled through the thick stack of papers. “I see that you”ve listed five adult women, Cyndi Lynn the Phi Beta Phi Executive Board President, Sandy Clarke and Margeret Grant Chapter Advisors, Lacey Reed the Legal Advisor, and Summer Fox the House Mother.”

“That”s right,” Ralph Stubbins confirmed.

“Three of them are your wives or business associates?”

“Margeret Grant is my wife,” Arnold Grant admitted. “She orchestrated the loan package I set up from Kansas Cattlemen”s Trust Bank to Phi Beta Phi and got me to set up all the sorority girls with savings and checking accounts.”

“Sandy Clarke is my wife and one of my real estate agents at Salt City Realty,” Thomas Clarke said. “She managed to squirrel away all our operating accounts in some obscure off-shore banks. If we can”t track down all our missing escrow funds, - well, we”ll have some serious explaining to do.”

“Lacey Reed is a full partner in my law firm, Kansas Cattlemen”s Legal Services,” Ralph Stubbins continued. “She also doubled as our Comptroller so she and Sandy Clarke obviously worked together to hide all our operating funds as well as our investment portfolios including our corporate pension and personal investments.”

“Alright,” Nick added nodding. “I can see there is a huge psychological demand to get these women back to publically account for your losses.”

“Well, I see an obvious problem with Summer Fox,” the sole woman in the room interjected.

“I agree, Nicole,” Nick answered. “Gentlemen, I think we”d prefer to have nothing to do with her apprehension. Nicole”s position is that as House Mother, Summer Fox is strictly a hired agent with no connection to your loans or any other business dealings.”

“Fine,” Arnold Grant snapped. “Just find the other four bitches.”

“So boss,” Nick”s third team member asked, “what about this man, Aaron Fleming?”

“Almost the same as Summer Fox,” Nick answered, “we can find his trail, hound him through any personal or business contacts, roll up the bitches, and return to Hutchinson. We”ll leave him naked and bound for the police to find.”

“That”s hardly satisfactory,” Thomas Clarke sputtered. “He”s probably the reason this whole thing got going.”

“Look,” Nick interjected tiredly, “we won”t kill him and we won”t kidnap him. Otherwise, - well, lets just say we make no other guarantees as to his future health.”

“Gentlemen,” Ralph Stubbins purred, “that”s completely satisfactory as long as you understand our position on that bastard. We agree to your limitations. However, if he accidently fell and broke a few bones we might be inclined to pay a bonus of say five thousand dollars for photographic proof of carelessness on his part.”

Nick nodded.

“I”m sure he”s a clumsy fool,” Fred grinned.

“Please, gentlemen,” Nicole said, “let”s get back on track. Even though you refer to over sixty women in the court paperwork, you only specifically list forty women and their possessions on the Writs of Enslavement. What”s going on with that discrepancy?”

Ralph Stubbins suddenly looked uncomfortable. His banker and real estate friends looked at him expectantly. “Well, - you see, the neighbors indicated that a large gathering occurred the night of the fire. The city police are investigating to determine if any other young women are missing that might have joined in on these criminal acts. We feel certain that the court will agree to a linkage and add them to the Writs of Enslavement.”

“And the item in the news about a “terrorist” connection to the Eastlake, Oklahoma attacks?” Nicole prompted.

Ralph looked even more uncomfortable. “Miss, our position is that the occurrences here in Hutchinson are criminal misdeeds perpetrated against the bank, the real estate firm, and the law firm that we represent. There is no terrorist nexus in Hutchinson, Kansas.”

“In other words, you”re getting the local police to stall so you can profit by enslaving the culprits before the prosecutors get involved,” Ralph said with a grin.

Nick held his hand up to forestall an argument. “I”m sure that there is also a political expediency in not linking this city to the lunatic fringe dabbling in the New Underground Railroad Movement. However, I have to agree with you gentlemen that the less police involvement in this case the greater chance we can satisfy your needs.” He clapped his hands, “Now, let”s talk money.”

Done with the legal wrangling, Ralph Stubbins nodded to his banker friend.

“Gentlemen, we propose to retain Texas Bail Trackers and Recovery Agents for a minimum of one month at one thousand dollars a day plus expenses. As you indicated earlier, the three of you backed by your office investigators would be dedicated to this effort.”

Nick nodded. “Go on, Mr. Grant.”

“Additionally, you are free to retain twenty percent of any cash amounts recovered during the operation. As we discussed, we expect that the sixty or so women held well over one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars in cash. Further, as a finder”s fee resulting from your work, we agree to pay you ten percent of all funds recovered from continental and off-shore bank accounts. Further, you are allowed first choice of ownership for one of every five women you apprehend. Is that agreeable?”

Nick Bolter nodded. “I agree. We can begin as soon as you get us notarized copies of the Writs of Enslavement, a check for forty thousand dollars for one month”s fees and estimated expenses, and the intelligence you mentioned that had already been gathered by your people.”

Ralph Stubbins nodded and grinned. “Gentlemen, here”s our files so far. We will e-mail updates to your office and to your text message accounts. Essentially, the police confirmed through cell phone records that sixty-seven suspect cell phones owned by Phi Beta Phi and other girls we submit were part of this scheme moved northeast from Hutchinson toward Topeka. Then, the trail picks up in Denver, Colorado with dozens of ATM withdrawals. Interestingly, funds were withdrawn from accounts belonging to all sixty-seven of our suspects. That”s why we think the court will rule this morning in our favor on all the names on the Writ of Enslavement.”

“Despite your concerns about Summer Fox,” Thomas Clarke interjected, “we feel certain that the court will agree to enslave her as well.”

“So, you left the accounts active to help convince the court to grant you ownership off all sixty-seven women and their assets,” Nick mused. “I wonder how many are trust fund kids?”

The room fell silent at Nick”s thought. Ralph Stubbins got a look of speculation on his face and shared glances with his friends. They all slowly grinned. “Nice, - very nice, Nick,” Ralph whispered.

“Boss,” Nicole mused, “Sixty-seven women should leave a mile-wide trail. Plus, five divided into sixty-seven means that we could be gaining thirteen top-notch slaves.” Her pretty face scrunched up in a feral grin that was positively wicked. “Hmmm,” she added softly, “very nice indeed.”

“As usual, Nicole, I agree wholeheartedly,” Nick Bolter said as he unfolded his lanky form. During the movement, his left hand unerringly reached out to grab his black cowboy hat and settle it on his head while his eyes locked on the businessmen”s, and his hand extended for a final handshake to seal the agreement.

Nick Bolter and his Texas Bail Trackers & Recovery Agents were on the hunt for escaped pussy and cold cash, their two most favorite things in the world.