Miracle On Slutty 4Th Street Ch 11

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(An additional note. We're at the epilogue, which means that these stories aren't so self-contained anymore. I will be giving endings for the characters that appeared throughout this tale across four epilogues. In this first epilogue, I'm covering the characters from Chapters 0, 1, 6, and 3, in that order. So, if you're a fan of Kevin Burkhouse, or Liam and Hannah, or Sylvia and Jon, or Lacey and Bruce, proceed onwards to learn their fates...)

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(Chapter 11)

(Epilogue 1)

(One Year Later)

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Christmas had changed. The spirit of Christmas had been corrupted at its core by the forces of greed, lust, and sin. And people were quickly following along in its example. The seed of this corruption was laid under the guise of the holiday, and as time passed beyond it, the seed took root and began spreading. You could see it anywhere you look, but if you want an example, look at the people of Fourth Street.

All of them had different experiences on Christmas, some more substantial than others, but in the year beyond, they all showed the affects which that fateful time of the year had had on them.

Take Kevin Burkhouse, for instance. He'd gotten into a car accident on the slippery roads as a girl slid through the intersection. Stressed out, tired, and frustrated, he had found himself vulnerable to the wiles of the young woman who'd run into him. And in a moment of weakness, he'd given in to her charms, drilling her roughly in the back seat of his minivan, taking out all his frustration on her hot body.

In the days afterwards, he'd felt regret and shame. He didn't tell his wife about any of it, obviously. He wasn't about to rip apart his own life because of a simple mistake. And that's what it was. A mistake. In a weakened state, angry and tired and absolutely fried, he'd cheated on his wife. He vowed to himself that it was a mistake he'd never make again. On top of that, he pulled back at work, not wanting to put himself in such a tired, worn out state where he'd make another blunder like this again. Luckily for him, work slowed down on its own, which made it easier. Plus, the kids had calmed down a bit, not wearing him and his wife so thin. Life was good.

He got to the summer without incident. Work was good. Life was good. His family was good. The blustery winter night where he'd made the dumbest mistake of his life was long forgotten. Even though it was a moment of shame, he was at least proud that he'd learned such a valuable lesson. A lesson to value his family and himself. To cherish these moments together and not blow it all on some momentary pleasure. And so far, he had taken that lesson to heart.

And then a familiar face began interning at his company over the summer.

Jamie. The college girl whose car ran into his and started all this mess. The girl who caught him in a moment of weakness and made him put his marriage at risk. That Jamie. She showed up among the new college interns at his company, and when he saw her, he recognized her immediately. He couldn't forget that face. He tried to keep his head down as she passed by, but as she glanced around and let her eyes drift across his face, her eyes went wide as she recognized him too. But unlike the nerves that coursed through him, she simply grinned girlishly and waved. He looked away, shaking his head. Was she stupid? Was she trying to blow his spot? Did she want people asking questions?

Luckily for him, he didn't really have to work alongside her on any projects. But, he did have to see her pretty little ass shaking as she did her work. He did have to notice her big boobs jiggling in her professional business tops. And he wasn't the only one to notice. The women in the office clearly were jealous of the young hottie, calling her a ditz. And honestly, she kinda was. He barely knew the girl, and while she wasn't stupid, she certainly lived up to the ditzy image she'd developed.

And the men of the office noticed her too, but in a far different way. Kevin listened to other guys talking about the young, hot intern. Or speak under their breath when she passed by, staring at her hot body. He even heard a few guys make vaguely racist comments about the young Asian woman. Kevin stayed above it all, giving no outwards sign of their history. If any of these other guys knew that he and Jamie had had sex before... he would never hear the end of it.

They'd barely interacted in the short time they'd worked together. She would smile and say hi when she passed by, and he would nod and smile politely, but that was it. She, to her credit, kept things professional, and he did the same. But he wasn't invulnerable to her charms, as every time he saw her, he remembered their encounter, the time they'd had hot sweaty sex in the back of his family van. He'd seen that hot body of hers in the buff. He'd had gotten his hands on the juicy, pert ass. He'd squeezed her huge tits. He fucking came inside of her! He couldn't just forget all that, and having her flouncing around the office wasn't helping.

And on top of that, one of the complaints he always heard about her through the grapevine was that she was always talking to her fellow interns about boy problems, about whatever boyfriend she had at the moment, and Kevin couldn't hide the small bit of jealousy that would go through him. Was their encounter forgettable to her? Did he leave such little of a mark with her that it was so easy to move on? He knew it shouldn't matter, but his manly pride was hurt a bit. Luckily for him, he was able to shake these feelings away quickly and remember all the problems she had caused for him. He knew how good she was, but he also knew it wasn't worth the conflict it caused.

It was awkward having her around, but for a while, things went okay. No issues, no problems, no slipups. Things were kept totally professional. After a couple months, he finally felt like he could breathe easily having her around.

Later that summer, they had a cookout picnic thing. It was fun and a good event to let off some steam and socialize with coworkers in a more relaxed setting. They had a raffle for prizes and some good food. It was a fun time. Usually, it was on some of the younger staff to help clean up, like the interns. But as one of the higher ups, easily the youngest of the higher ups there, Kevin didn't want people to think he was above that type of thing, so he would volunteer to help out too. Even after most of his coworkers left, he was still helping clean up. The office was near empty by the time he went to his office to grab his things to leave. As he grabbed his things, he heard a few people in the main office, but by the time he emerged there, he could only see one.

Jamie.

She was on her feet, leaning over her desk as she shut her computer down. She was dressed nicely, a slim, pink top and a stylized, loose, black, white and pink polka-dotted skirt. When she heard someone behind her, she stood up straight and turned around, her eyes going wide as she realized it was Kevin behind her.

"Oh... hi..." she said, nervously smiling.

"Uh... hi," he replied. Maybe it was because he was a bit worn out, or that they were alone, but he couldn't deny the small rush at being alone with her in such close proximity. She looked good. Really, really good. Her top was clinging to the full size and shape of her large boobs, and having her gorgeous face looking up at him made all those memories of those fateful night come back to the surface. His cock was getting hard in his pants.

A moment of silence hung between them. Their history had never been addressed, and that awkwardness of two former lovers made both of them nervous to speak. Finally, smiling cutely, she spoke up.

"Thanks for covering for me on the car..." she said, looking up at him. He didn't want to say anything, as speaking it would confirm that those events had actually happened, so he just nodded slightly. "No, I mean it. It's like... it seems like every guy I hook up with ends up, like... being a huge liar and a fucking asshole. But you were cooler than that," she said, smiling brightly at the married man before adding under her breath. "And a better fuck too..."

"What?" he asked, unsure if he heard her right.

"Nothing," she said, smiling and shaking her head, as if she couldn't believe she just said that. "It's just... like, being at school and seeing what those guys are like, and then coming here and seeing you and how you've got your stuff together, it's just... I wish I could date a guy like you, you know?" she said nervously, looking up at him, biting her lower lip.

He looked at her as she looked back at him, a silence hanging between them.

Five minutes later, they were fucking on Kevin's desk.

Her skirt pulled up to her waist, her thong on the floor, her bare ass was sitting on the edge of Kevin's hardwood desk. Her legs were wrapped around the married man as he stood in front of her, drilling her tight teen cunt with his married dick. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as his hands were taking great delight in her now bare tits, her top pulled up over them, allowing him free reign. His mouth was feasting on her hard nipples as he drilled her, and her mouth was near his ear, squealing in delight.

If the events of the previous Christmas hadn't occurred, Kevin would never have done anything like this. He would have never known he was capable of anything like this. He would have never known anything like this was on the table, and he never would have been bold enough to take it. And now, he was fucking the hot young intern in the empty office, becoming one of those guys. And if there was any regret in his actions, you couldn't tell by the vigorousness of his fucking, and the amount of cum he pumped inside of her.

Even Kevin was surprised at this outcome. This hadn't been something he'd spent a lot of time fantasizing about. It was just... in the moment, with Jamie standing there, looking hot and willing and ready, he'd just... acted. He'd made his move. One second, they were hanging there in the heavy silence, the next, their lips were locked as he carried her to his office and kicked the door shut behind him.

So yeah, this was the starting point for the new Kevin. Suddenly, him and Jamie were A LOT more friendly to each other at work. Not to the degree that they would get caught, but the awkwardness between them was gone. So, when Kevin had a project come up that required an intern that would require long hours and lots of work, he requested her. And from that point on, she and him were working LONG hours together, and got to know each other a lot better.

Even though he had thought of her as a mistake that had haunted him for months now, it turns out he really ended up liking her. And she liked him too, a lot, practically becoming obsessed with him, texting him all the time, taking every chance to fool around with him, even changing her relationships status online, being public about her new relationship even though the married man couldn't. And thanks to having the excuse of having to work long hours, Jamie and Kevin had plenty of time for their relationship to flourish.

This is what the events of that fateful Christmas had led to for Kevin Burkhouse.

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He wasn't alone in being so strongly affected by the events of Christmas.

Let's look at the Morris clan. For Liam, who had designs of being an investigative journalist, his confidence and will had been shattered last Christmas. In an attempt to dig deep on the shadiness behind 'North Pole LLC', he'd gotten in way over his head. The head of the plant, Hannah Steinberg, had ascertained his intentions and responded without mercy, using her own talents, with a little help from some custom 'North Pole' products, to seduce the young journalist, upending his plan and turning it on himself. Suddenly, this shady company had a man in the press, a sleeper agent they could use to get ahead of anything coming out against them.

At first, he tried to push back against this fate, trying to let things through that didn't look so good for 'North Pole', testing to see if they were watching. It wasn't even him writing the story, he was just aware of it happening and said nothing. But unfortunately for him, they were indeed watching, and within hours of the first negative story getting through at the news outlet where he worked, his phone was ringing, and a request was made from the office of Hannah Steinberg to him for a meeting. Nervously, he made the hike back to Deerberg to meet with her again.

Any humor and friendliness that she had given to him the first time was now gone. Like a mob boss, she was threatening him, which was slightly odd but far more effective coming from such a beautiful woman. She laid out in no uncertain terms that this wasn't to happen again. No negative stories get through without their warning. The story wasn't even that bad, but the threat against him was. Being handed a large envelope by that HR woman he'd met previously, Chelle, Hannah tossed it to him. In it were screenshots from security footage taken in the meeting room they'd been in before. Evidence of the illicit actions he'd taken apart in. Pictures of her luscious naked body riding him in a chair, her big boobs in his face as she did so. The pictures were damning, not only showing his infidelity but his poisoned relationship to 'North Pole'. Anything he did against them would be tainted forever by this, completely undercut. And the pictures would be the end of him and Jess.

"So..." Hannah began, standing up. "If you don't become a team player..." she started, slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she approached him. "Then these pictures end up in front of your little girlfriend, your boss, and any institution that you try to get work from again. Nothing gets through without us knowing... got it?" she warned, her top completely unbuttoned, exposing the full crevasse of her massive cleavage of her braless tits, her hands holding the sides of her top in place. "Got it?" she asked again. Seeing no way out, he responded.

"Got it..." he replied. At this, she smirked and pulled her top apart, exposing her huge, perfect tits to him again. And over the course of the next hour, he was reminded of the benefits of being a team player thanks to the sexy Hannah.

True to his word, he didn't let anything get to publication against 'North Pole' without them knowing. They were able to stifle a few of these stories while getting ahead of a few others. But this didn't mean he didn't poke around. He conducted a few interviews on his own, off the record, from a few sources he'd kept under wraps, including the one who'd given him the initial tip about their mystery CEO, the tip that led him to that fateful interview. He had no intention to publish this story through the outlet he worked for. Liam thought maybe if he could get this info to someone who wasn't as compromised as he, something could be done. He recorded a few interviews, got some good info, and got some juicy tidbits in the process. Nothing was published or even given to his bosses. Everything was kept under wraps.

And then, mere days later, Hannah showed up at his doorstep.

Jess was the one who answered the door, and luckily, he was home at the time, following her to the door to their small place as Hannah stood at his doorway.

Jess was confused by the presence of this beautiful woman at her door. Hannah was dressed as if she'd just left the office, a stylish navy colored business suit, white blouse, and nice heels. And she was all smiles and friendliness as she said that she was friends with her husband, and that she was in the area, and she just wanted to say hi. Jess was polite and friendly as usual, but as Liam stood behind her, he gave Hannah a furious look at the temerity of her to show here at his home. When Hannah would glance at him, the small smirk she let adorn her face let him know she knew exactly what she was doing. Liam was eventually able to convince Jess to let him talk with his 'good friend' Hannah alone, and Jess, ever trusting in her man, obliged.

On the porch, in hushed voices, Liam spoke angrily to Hannah.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Nothing's gotten through. I've held up my end of the bargain. What are you doing?" Hannah simply smirked.

"Well, a little birdie told me that you're doing some digging around," she said, holding his gaze with her own. Wait... how could she know this? He hadn't told anyone. She studied him as the gears turned. Glancing at the house, she stepped in close to him, her large boobs brushing against his chest. "We have ears everywhere. We have eyes everywhere. We're watching you, honey. You keep pushing back, and this will turn out very badly for you. Liam... what we want is loyalty. We want you to use that dogged mind of yours for us. You understand?" He grit his teeth and looked at her angrily. "This is our last warning, Liam. If I have to come back here, Jess isn't gonna be able to hide inside, away from me. I'll make her watch..." she threatened, sliding her palm against his crotch and raising her eyebrows, a move that made his blood boil and his dick lurch. What a bitch. Seeing his anger, she smiled and took a step back, straightening her suit coat.

"How about you just try it on for a little bit. Try being a team player. Trust me... it'll be a lot easier. And a lot more fun," she said, smiling warmly. "We're not so bad, Liam. We serve a grand purpose. We just... have to look out for ourselves sometimes. I think you should do the same thing..." she said, smirking before turning and walking away, shaking her delicious ass as she walked back to her tinted SUV, let into her car by her driver/bodyguard before being driven away.

Liam was able to play it off to Jess when he went back inside, not giving her any hint at his and Hannah's true relationship. But the threat hung over him by her showing up there, and this time, it stuck. He didn't know how they did it, but it seemed like 'North Pole' had him covered. They had him paranoid, looking over his shoulder, thinking they were watching him wherever he went. This was no way to live. So, finally, he was broken. He realized where his loyalties had to lie. He wasn't gonna be just a scout for 'North Pole', but instead he would be working for them, or at least their best interests. Not for any money, but for peace of mind. For his life to carry on, he had to sacrifice his ideals.

So, he gave in.

Anytime a story about 'North Pole' started working through the grapevine, he let Hannah know. To keep up appearances, they didn't stifle every story, but they were always well prepared. Additionally, he put his dogged mind to work, getting ahead of possible problem stories for them and rooting them out, supplying them to 'North Pole' before word could get out.

And for this, the rewards were endless.

Not only was he rewarded by more access to Hannah's juicy body, it went beyond that. There was a very exclusive party in the area, and Hannah invited him along. There he saw how people like Hannah lived. There was endless booze and wine, the crazy expensive stuff you'd hear rappers bragging about. There were celebrities. There were girls. Lots of girls wearing next to nothing. And not just any girls, but like... 10/10, model/porn star hot. It felt like he was in another world, surrounded by the elite, a place he didn't feel like he belonged. But by being loyal to Hannah and 'North Pole', he could.