Rocky Rodocker waved at Officer Andy Martin as he opened the drivers door to his Corvette which was parked in front of his office on main street, Cheboygan, Michigan. “Hi, Andy, keep on fighting crime,” he hollered, just before closing the door.
“Prick,” was all Andy could think of as he watched Rocky drive off. “Big powerful prick, that no body fucked with. Man stood six foot seven, and weight two hundred, ninety five pounds. He was the only employer of note in the county, what with Rodocker Containers, and he was the Mayor, and the local justice of the peace.” Rocky signed his pay check, as he did everybody else’s in town.
Andy had to admire his record and that body. Damn guy had a twenty one inch neck, thirty seven inch sleeve, a thirty four inch waist, a tight ass, and tree trunk legs. He wore size sixteen shoes, and his fingers were six inches long. It was no wonder that when he held down the defensive right side of the Michigan line the sports writers called it the “Rocky Wall.” What he called aggressive, other teams called mean, when he would throw other lineman around like high school kids.
Rocky was, at age forty two, siting on top of the world. Engineering was easy, and as an undergraduate he had worked for K & D containers in Detroit. He came up with ways to make containers cheaper and faster then K & D, but kept that information to himself until after he graduated. The banker loaned him the capital to start his company, which he located in Cheboygan because of the cheap land, power, and unlimited supply of water from Lake Huron.
His employees did not know what his profit margins were, as he kept all that information at his office, which was located five miles from the plant. Last July, at the end of his fiscal year, his CPA informed him that his company was worth over one hundred million.
Rocky carefully thought through a plan to bring to Cheboygan young, good looking married women, that he would trap into fucking him on a regular basis. He had purchased “Black Lake,” in the company name, of course. After building twenty, one hundred and fifty thousand dollar homes, he begin to put his “Promotion and Raise” plan into effect.
“Rodocker Containers” placed advertisements in several newspapers for new employees. Photos of the employee and his wife were requested. It was the age and looks of the wife, that landed the job for an applicant.
When hired, the applicant was told that all jobs had a probation period of one year, with a first review in six months. Rocky made sure that the new couple purchased one of his homes, and that they were approached by the local car dealers to buy an expensive car. The reason, of course, was to get them up to their ears in debt.
As Rocky pulled off route 23 onto “Black Lake” road, he did not know if he would get laid today, but he was sure that if not today, he would fuck this one tomorrow.
She was Katherine Morse, wife of Kenny. Often, he had watched her walk down Main Street, with his binoculars, as he mulled over the right time to begin to pull the rug out from under her. As she came near his office, he would go outside to speak to her, just as a reminder that he was her husband’s boss, as well as the holder of their home mortgage, and car lien.
Katherine was twenty four. She had an average figure and bust. Pretty woman with long brown hair, that she liked to put up. While shopping, her sun glasses were a fixture on her head. Rocky had pictured, in his mind many times, sinking his cock into her muff.
Her two kids were at school, and she was barefoot, cleaning her house in her jeans and blouse when Rocky drove up. She heard the car, and opened the door, as he came up the steps. “Hi, Mr. Rodocker, how are you?’
“Just fine Katherine, out your way. Wondered if I could get a cup of coffee, while we chat? Call me Rocky.”
After the ever present coffee was poured, they both sat at the table. “You know Katherine, Kenny comes up for his six month review of his performance in two weeks. He is a nice guy, but I do have some reservations about his staying at “Rodocker.”
“Oh my God, Mr. Rodocker. Oh, my God!” Katherine’s eyes filled with tears. “We are so happy here. I don’t know what we will do. We owe so much money.”
Now was the time for the line that Rocky had played over and over in his mind. “Perhaps, if you could add some incentive to keep Kenny on, we could commit to a long term relationship?”
Katherine’s face first registered confusion, as she ran his words over in her mind with her eyes downcast. Then, slowly she raised her head and looked Rocky in the eyes, with anger on her face, she whispered; “You mean to fuck you on a regular basis?”
“Once a month,” Rocky retorted with his smart ass smile on his face.
“Damn you. You get out of my house. I have no intention of fucking you.”
“Katherine, I’ll be back tomorrow at ten AM. If you answer the door wearing street clothes, I will know that we have a problem and will leave. If you have on sleeping clothes, I will come in and we will spend a couple hours together.” With that, he got up and walked out of her door. Sitting there, with her head in her hands crying, Katherine heard the Corvette roar out of her drive way.
Katherine got up, and sat at the table in the kitchen. She drank her coffee, and gazed out of the bay window overlooking the lake that she and Kenny so loved. Kenny had been laid off by General Motors. It had taken him five months to get this job. They were just two kids from Dayton, Ohio. Neither of their parents had the money to help them out of this mess.
If Kenny lost this job, they would be bankrupt in a month. “That Bastard. Well, what if I do fuck him? He won’t tell anyone. He is clean and neat, so there is little chance for catching something. A couple hours a month?” She walked down to the shore.
It had been five years since she had sex with anyone but Kenny. During those same five years, she had been confined to her various homes with two children, who were finally in school. She realized that she was getting aroused by the thought of Rocky’s coming out to “Ravish” her. Her nipples came erect, and she felt the wetness of her seepage wetting her legs. She begin to think of what “Teddy” she would wear in the AM. Kenny came home at 5:30 PM. By then, she had composed herself, and had her usual smile as she gave him a deep kiss.
At 9:50 AM, the Corvette, with that distinctive engine sound, ground to a halt in Katherine’s drive. “Bastard is early,” Katherine thought as she opened the door enough to show him that her garb was most assuredly for sleeping, since it was a see through “Teddy,” which hardly covered her tits and full bush covered cunt.