I am a thirty-year old woman with a lot of secrets. People say that small towns have secrets. Large cities have secrets too, just a lot more of them. I went to the largest university in the state, which happened to be in my hometown. I got a degree in Accounting and then sat for my CPA. After college, I started an accounting firm in the second largest city in my state. My firm specializes in small and medium sized businesses. I have been told by a number of men that "there is something very sexy about you". They have never been able to define what makes me sexy, so I just take it as a complement and move on.
I am only five foot two inches tall. I have a small frame but an athletic build. I work out daily, so I am very toned but not muscly. I have long brown hair and dark green eyes. In college, I did a fair amount of modeling. I was an oddity on the runway though. Most of the girls were very tall and very skinny. My jobs were usually for things like exercise clothes, sports bras and leggings. I did a fair amount of dating in college but have yet to find my prince charming. My mother says I am too picky and a bit too bitchy, but in my state, the choices are few and far between and I have standards.
The nice part about owning an accounting firm, is that my clients tend to be educated and wealthy. Once I opened my firm, I quickly met many of the movers and shakers in the city. Like most "southern" cities, the majority of the businesses are owned by men. Most of these men are middle aged and pillars of the community. When they are not working, they are going to church, coaching youth sports or doing something charitable in the community. The community is a picture of middle-class America, wholesome and very proper. However, if you scratch the surface slightly, you discover that these community giants have their share of dirty little secrets. It didn't take long before I discovered this. I soon found my self knee deep in the dirty underbelly of this proper world.
Within the first year of opening my practice, I had acquired a couple of nice accounts. My first large account was a whiskey distiller. The company was family owned and was now in its fourth generation. John, the current head of the distillery, was in his mid-forties, married, with three teenagers. He was the typical workaholic man and his wife was the typical wife of somebody with money. While he worked non-stop, she spent her time playing tennis, riding horses and spending large quantities of money. The kids were the typical rich kids with too much money and not enough parenting. His son was a real player even at an early age. His two daughters were on their way to getting pregnant before they entered high school. They were the typical screwed up rich family.
John came to me one day and had a special request. He had acquired himself a twenty something girlfriend and needed me to set up some accounts for him to make sure she was taken care of. Needless to say, this all needed to be quite hush hush. I did as he requested and his new squeeze was told to contact me if she needed money. It didn't take long before she needed something. She stopped into the firm and specifically asked for me. I invited her into my office. She was exactly what I thought she would be. Small, blonde, fit, and built for speed. It became very obvious that he was not seeing her for her sterling conversation and snappy patter. No, she was a fuck toy and dumb as a box of rocks. She told me that John had told her that he was going to purchase her some new tits and that she needed to have me pay the plastic surgeon for her. I just shook my head and told her that I would take care of it. A short time later, his little Barbie had her new titties and he had his little fuck toy exactly how he wanted her.
John was a real mover and shaker in the community. He was very respected by the other businessmen in the area. Soon, I found myself with a long line of new clients, all referred by John. Many of his referrals had similar issues as John. Most had women on the side, a few had men, which in my area is still very taboo. I became very well known for my ability to keep my mouth shut. I became the go to person in the area for keeping things under wraps.
My business was booming. About three years into my practice, one of my clients, who happened to be our Mayor, began flirting with me. In his real life, the Mayor was one of the largest race horse breeders in the area. He had money coming out his ears. He knew I was single, so he assumed that I might be interested in his advances. I was not. He was twenty years older than me and simply not my type. Oh, by the way, he was very married too. I spurned his advances, regularly. This just made him try harder. Soon, he began throwing money at me. He bought me a very expensive purse and gave it to me one evening. On another occasion, he sent me a pair of very expensive high heels, with a note that said that my legs would look beautiful in these heels, wrapped around his waist. It was all getting to be too much. I invited him to my office to put a stop to it.
The Mayor arrived at about 7 pm for our meeting. He came in with a big smile and a bulge in his suit pants. I quickly told him that I was not interested in him and that he needed to take his gifts back. He laughed loudly and reached into his pocket and put a stack of money on my desk. I looked down at the pile then back at him and asked him what he was doing. What he said next, floored me. He said that when he has sex with his wife, he fantasizes about me.
He said that I was the most beautiful women he had ever met and that he wanted me to know that whatever I wanted, he would provide for me. I stuttered through some sort of a response, that quite frankly made no sense. He then stood up and unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. His very average cock sprung to attention. With his left hand, he pushed the money towards me, while his right hand grabbed is cock. He then told me to tell him that I wasn't interested in him. I did. I told him that he was disgusting and that he should leave. The rejection excited him. He began stroking his cock faster. Again, I told him to leave. His hand furiously stroked his cock harder. I told him that if he didn't leave, I was going to call the police chief. He began to breathe very hard. I then picked up the phone and told him I was calling his wife. A long ribbon of cum flew across my desk as he let out a deep, guttural groan. It was quickly followed by three more shots of his gooey mess. I slammed the phone down and told him to leave. As he recovered, he smiled broadly and wiped off the tip of his cock with a tissue from my desk. He pushed the money over to me and told me that I deserved every damn dollar and said there was plenty more where that came from, turned and left my office. I sat there shocked, then grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped up his mess off my desk. I picked up the money and counted it. To my surprise, it totaled $2,000.
