Dangerously Damnaged Goods

Lustful Thoughts

I went to my room not really going to bed. Instead, I did my math homework because if one thing was for sure, I certainly couldn't fall behind in my classes now. Bobby forced me to take this job. I would no longer have free time to catch up on my assignments for school. The audacity of Bobby making that decision for me, then for Kincaid to accept it like that. I mean Kincaid did say if I wanted the job. I didn't say I wanted the job. To be completely honest, I did want the job. I needed the job, but for the job duties to come so soon it was depressing. Instead of being upset, I tried to look at the bright side of things, but my mind was on the mysterious Mr Kincaid. I was excited but flustered all at the same time. The filthy thoughts that cluttered my mind put me in such a lustful state. I decided to do a little research on Mr.Kincayde. To my surprise, not much showed up, just a few pictures of his father at his company an the company building. He was very private indeed. He certainly was mysterious. A pleasing thought crossed my mind at that moment. I would finally get to see someone boss Bobby around for once. I looked at my clock. It was 11:00 p.m. and lustful thoughts of Mr Kincaid still filled my mind. The longer these thoughts filled my mind, the more sensation started to build in the pit of my stomach. I felt myself beginning to get wet. A slick liquid slowly seeped from between my legs, soaking my panties. I knew about the birds and the bees but I had never felt this wet before with just the mere thought of someone. I yawned and stretched feeling exhausted, I went and locked my bedroom door just incase bobby tried to give me a warning during the night. Although I was exhausted, I was still in a lustful haze. I needed to get Mr buff and mysterious out of my mind for a while, long enough to get my math homework done anyway.

Carter Kincaid: after I sold my business with Bobby at his place, I said my goodbye and headed home for the night. The drive was quiet and as I drove home my mind drifted back to when I first got to Bobby's house. They were obviously fighting. They didn't know it but I had been standing outside their front door for several minutes before I knocked. They didn't know a lot of things and I wasn't going to let on what my real intentions were. When I had first been to Bobby's, my intentions were to hire Bobby for some bogus job. I wanted to catch him in the act of stealing. Bobby didn't have a clue that I knew he had tampered with the company's funds. What I couldn't figure out was where the funds went. He obviously didn't use any of the money and neither his wife or stepdaughter possessed any money. Hum, the thought of his stepdaughter caused a knowing sensation to build within me. I had done some digging days before I reached out to Bobby. I had several old friends that worked in the tax return office in town. Everyone I know at the tax return office didn't know who Bobby was, in fact, they said he wasn't even in their employee database or their tax payers database. There isn't another tax firm within miles. I had contacted the owner of the building where Bobby and his family lived. The owner and I had briefly spoken but the owner mentioned Bobby made good money at the tax firm in town. I knew then there was only one place he really got his money from, but before I can accuse him, I have to have more evidence than my theory and the words of friends. It's clear he lied to his family, but why would he lie to his landlord about where he worked unless he didn't have a job at all? That would explain where the money went. He might be using very little at a time. Maybe he stashed all the money away and only uses so much at a time so as to not get caught. What I didn't understand is why he moved to the crummiest part of Midtown when he could have gone to an entirely different state. I could tell that Emma and Kathy didn't like him much and were extremely uncomfortable around him. There's no way people would just act as skittish as the two of them did. Emma especially didn't care for Bobby. I had heard them fighting when I approached their front door. Emma has a backbone, that's for sure. She certainly didn't care to whack him over the head with the plate. She hit him real well too. I almost couldn't help the grin that crept onto my face when I saw the bits of shattered glass in his hair. I doubt he noticed the blood that slowly crept onto his forehead. He gave me some lackluster about plates falling out of the cabinet. I could sense the tension in the room as soon as I stepped through the doorway. As soon as Bobby's wife and the young beautiful woman walked into the room, a show of anger rolled off Bobby in waves. Augh I tried to contain myself when I saw Emma, she was a young Beauty. I saw the ugly mug on Bobby's face when I wiped the blood from her nose. For some reason, it made me angry knowing Bobby was the real cause of her bloody nose. The more I sat and watched Emma and Kathy's character around Bobby I doubted they knew what he had truly done at my father's company. I could have done some more digging but I was running behind on time. If Kathy doesn't know anything she will show it once she goes through those case files in my office, I'll need to keep a close eye on her. Kathy and Emma weren't part of my plan but a new Kathy's work and she was a damn good lawyer. Emma, on the other hand, just made my c**k twitch. She could get me into some trouble. I'll need to mind myself until she is of age. I could tell she was drawn to me. Just the thought of her long auburn hair and her eyes were like swirls of the ocean pulling me in. her perfect hourglass body reminded me of the hills and mountains around my getaway home. The thought of her made me hard, but I also know I cannot pursue her. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. It was stupid of me to offer her Monica's job while Monica was on leave. I do not know what came over me, but I will no longer need to worry about finding an assistant for this summer. Truly, I'm not opening a new firm. I rented the building and Monica's name so no one would suspect anything. Of course, Monica knew. A lot of people didn't know Monica's real name. She goes by Monie. Monica has just been on private pay for years. She only works for me, most of my employees at Kincaid's Financial are in the employee database, all but Monica. That is. I didn't want anyone to know who she was just yet. I paid her generously. She's an older woman, but hard to tell it. She took very good care of herself. For a 45-year-old woman, she looked to be in her early 30s. I'm sure that people that saw us together thought we were more than just business, but Monica had a personality that is caring and made me laugh the way that a mother should. I first met Monica when I was 15. She ran a coffee shop that my dad would always stop at in the morning. My father was smitten with her, but he never once sought to pursue her. My father was a very honest man when it came to marriage. He always stuck to the golden rules. My father always said marriage is the most important role to maintain. Your wife and kids are what's most important in life. Even if you have nothing, you will always have each other, is what he would tell me. I just couldn't understand why he loved Valerie so much. My father treated Valerie like the queen of his kingdom, and she went out on him multiple times in return. I refused to get attached to women for this reason. I washed my father drink himself mad when Valerie didn't return home from nights out with friends, which was quite often. Thinking of my father's marriage, I made a mental note. A person can go a lifetime playing the role of someone they are not if it means they can one day have it all. Nowadays, it is just as hard to find an honest woman to pursue. I don't look for attachment in women, just a few hookups. it was late when I got back home. I parked in the bottom parking lot, and took the elevator to the presidential suite. This is where I have been staying since I moved out from my once consoling home. The house i was raised in hasn't been the same since my father died. Valoire took over everything that she could. I still had control over the company. It's the one thing that she couldn't touch as long as I was alive. Which is why i had to flee away from her. It was only a matter of time before she finds a way to kill me. She got a lumpsum of cash each month from the company. It's the only fair way my father made it, but soon enough, that money wouldnt be enough for Valorie. I have never been very wild and wreckless. I always thought about things though. I have watched people make wreckless decisions and it destroys their lives. I have seen some wild people get hurt. I always told myself it's better to stay calm and think things over so I don't end up like the people I saw being wild and wreckless, even though the things they did looked fun, I'd take my chances of being bored. On the way to my room my mind was clouded over with thoughts of Emma. I yawned and stretched, trying something to get her off my mind. I went directly into the kitchen. As soon as I got to my room, I poured myself a glass of bourbon. To my surprise, it still didnt ease my stiff c**k. I decided to take a cold shower, the one thing I knew that would make my hard c**k go away. I ran my shower as i gathered my towel and boxers. As soon as i stepped into the shower my whole body became stiff from the cold water that beat down on me. My now limp c**k was cold and shriveled up just as I knew it would be. I'm glad I didn't have to j******f. I hated doing so. My thoughts wondered back to Emma, I wondered if anyone else had a chance to explore her body the way I wanted to. Oddly, the thought of anyone else having her made me angry. After momentarily freezing myself, my body began to get used to the water temperature. Thoughts of emma squandered throughout my mind and I turned the cold shower water on high. After I was satisfied that my erection wasn't coming back for awhile, I finished showering. I wrapped my towel around me and headed back to the kitchen to pour me another glass of bourbon. A strange feeling washed over me from the time i laid eyes on Emma. I have to be careful around her. Tomorrow, after she meets Monica and gets a run down of her duties, I will give her the rules which she will have to abide by to keep the job. Then I'll give her as much work as possible.