Well it was Friday and I was back in Ray's office for my fortnightly visit to settle my final account for the building I had finished for him 8 months before. Since then we had spent 6 months haggling & negotiating to come to a figure that we could both agree on, but that hadn't happened and finally we had agreed on a figure that was less than fair, on the understanding that the outstanding balance of 210,000 would be settled immediately. Ray had under paid me throughout the current for the variations that he had made, but then didn't want to pay for them after they had been completed. In addition to the 210,000; I had incurred costs of just over 20,000 in loss of cash flow, bank charges, etc. which I was unlikely to recover and that Ray had at one meeting jokingly called "the costs of doing business". I was surprised I hadn't hit the smug bastard then, but with 210,000 at stake you have to control your more basic instincts.
Ray is in his early 40's and this 8 million project was a big step up for him as a developer, and he had obviously been to 'Developer Class 101' where developers learn to fund their next project by underpaying on their previous project. The second lesson they learn is to make you the promise that you will make the money back on the next job if you stick with them. At 'Builders Class 101' we learnt that we would be the loser on both scores if you didn't fight hard for your rights and your money; so here I was again fighting for my money in Ray's office.
I won't bore you with the long dialogue exchanged in the meeting, or a description of the smug look he had on his face throughout; but my closing line in the meeting was "Ray, if I don't walk out of this office in the next five minutes with a cheque for 210,000 then you will have to settle your account the hard way."
"Are you threatening me?" he asked, the smug look now gone.
"No Ray, threats can be optional as to whether the action is carried out or not. No Ray, I am making you a promise, not a threat. Four minutes left."
Four minutes later I left his office, empty handed as usual; but this time with a well thought out plan in my mind that had been refined over the last month following several wasted meetings with Ray. I drove away from the building I had recently finished with a sly smile starting to spread across my face as I headed to the hardware store to pick up the list of items I would need for the weekend.
As I pushed my trolley around the store I rang a couple of the guys from the gym to see what plans they had for the weekend and to make them an interesting offer.
Once the hardware was out the way I drove 40 miles to the next town to their well stocked sex shop for a few essential items that were necessary for the plan to succeed.
By noon I was hungry for both food and to implement my plan; but food needed to come first so I pulled into Burger King and as I ate, I went through my plan in meticulous detail looking for anything I had missed or not considered.
Every Friday I knew that Ray took his wife, Deb, out for lunch, regular as clockwork; so I knew I couldn't start the implementation of my plan until two o'clock when they split up again.
I had met Deb many times during the construction of the building and she is a friendly, very nice lady. Deb is in her mid to late thirties with no kids so she still has a fine figure that has not been spoiled by child birth or the rigours of bringing up young children. Along with a charming personality she is 5'6'' tall with a slim figure, but not bony like a model in the magazines these days. Deb has nice silky shoulder length hair that is well cared for by weekly trips to the salon; she also has fine smooth skin, well toned by good food and daily gym visits. In addition to this she has a nice tan, which is kept up to date by regular holidays now she and Ray are living the developer lifestyle, at my expense. Deb wears nice, tasteful clothes that suit her looks and slim frame and she turned heads whenever she came on site during the construction works. I think the lads, & myself included, preferred it when she wore tight fitting denim jeans and a tight t-shirt; but she also had a fine pair of legs whenever she wore a dress. All in all, a very beautiful woman to admire, but not too obviously as it would not be good business to be caught letching at the client's wife. Yes, Deb could certainly be described as beautiful from any angle; whether it was staring at her cute denim clad arse or admiring her smiling face while trying hard not to look down on her 34C breasts that stood out high and firm on her slim frame. Yes, Deb would certainly be an asset to Ray as he started to network and attend functions.
About 1.30pm I finished lunch and checked I had everything I needed in the car as one final check to ensure that I was fully prepared to make my plan a success; as failure was not an option.
By two o'clock I was parked just down the road from Ray's house waiting for Deb to return home from her lunch date with Ray. As she pulled into the drive in her recently acquired BMW 740, I checked the pockets or my jacket to ensure I had all the goodies I would require as soon I stepped into Ray's home. Slowly I got out of my car and walked slowly towards their house, giving Deb time to get into the house & turn off the alarm before I arrived.
After I had rung the bell Deb opened the door, standing in front of me in a tight fitting, black & white horizontal striped t-shirt, wearing a very short black denim skirt that showed off her tanned legs to perfection. It was hard to concentrate on my plan with the beautiful view standing in front of me holding the door.
"Hi Deb, Ray asked me to call around to pick up the payment certificate from his office as he forgot it this morning," I said taking one step forward to enter the house without waiting for any invitation.
"Oh sure," replied Deb, caught off guard by this unexpected visit, "Come on through to the office. Do you know what you are looking for?" she asked.
"Oh yes," I answered smugly as I followed through the hall towards the rear of the house. Watching her hips & sexy arse sway as she walked I knew exactly what I was looking for.
"Ray said it was next to the fax machine," I offered helpfully as Deb opened the office door.
"There is so much paper here," Deb commented as she stood in front of the desk.
"It is that green sheet of paper on the far side of the desk, next to the phone," I guided as I reached into my pocket to grip the pair of hand cuffs.
"Oh, Okay" answered Deb as she leaned forward over the desk to reach the piece of paper, falling straight into the trap.
Suddenly I pushed her forward with one hand so she was bent double over the desk and I walked tight up behind to reach forward to pull her arms back behind and snap the cuffs on.
"Hey," she called out as I reached into my pocket for the gag.
"What do you think you are do..." was all she hand time to say as the cloth gag suddenly filled her mouth.
I couldn't see the look of panic that must have been on her face as I was quickly bending over to pull her ankles together as I snatched her feet from under her and quickly bound them together with a Velcro restraint strap. Deb was now lying face down across the desk with me holding her feet & bare legs out level, as she suddenly realised, too late, that she needed to fight. She fought to free her hands & legs, and tried to spit out the gag from her mouth.
