Brad was amazed. Not only that Sheila would offer to fuck his boss, but that she understood just how to handle the situation and how to put Hawkins into a position where he would have no choice. Rut there was just one thing. Swinging was fun. Somebody made it with your wife and you made it with theirs. This would be different. Sheila would be fucking Hawkins. Not for fun, but for a purpose. It was almost as though she'd be doing it for money.
"I don't like it," Brad said finally. "It's no good."
"What's no good? The idea of me and Hawkins? Listen, I can handle him in five minutes. It'll be over before he knows what happened."
Brad was silent for several minutes. Sheila just let him think it out. She knew he would have to sell himself on the idea. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk him into it. Slowly, the scheme began to appeal to him. If his wife were willing to use her body to help him out, why not? The power he would have over Hawkins fascinated him. Then a sly smile came to his lips.
"You think you could pull it off?" Brad said at last.
Together, they devised a plan where Sheila would bump into Hawkins at a bar near the bank. The "accidental" meeting would take place in one of Hawkins' favorite hangouts. Sheila would pretend to be waiting for Brad to take her to dinner. But an unforeseen problem in a big customer's account would force Brad to work late. He would phone her at the bar and tell her to take a cab home. If Hawkins went for the bait, he'd buy her a drink and give her a lift home. The rest would be a snap.
Sheila's long black hair brushed against her shoulders as she sat alone at the bar a few nights later. She swirled the ice around in the drink in front of her. It was a little after five o'clock and she was beginning to think that Hawkins might not show up. Although it was fairly dark in the bar, she could feel the men looking at her.
Her low-cut dress afforded a good view of the bulging flesh of her tits as they poked out of the deep vee that plunged between them. Her skirt was short. Short enough so that more than half of her sleek thighs were exposed as she sat on the barstool with her legs crossed. She felt really sexy. She liked having the men stare at her. Getting all dolled up in a sexy outfit was more than enough to turn her on.
She was about to order another drink when she heard a somewhat familiar voice behind her and a hand on her naked shoulder.
"Sheila Tomlin! What are you doing here?" She turned and saw Hawkins' pale face and his pasted-on smile. His hand felt cold against her skin.
"Oh, Mr. Hawkins!" She pretended to be surprised. "I'm waiting for Brad. He's taking me out to dinner."
"Splendid mind if I join you for a drink?" Hawkins sat down next to her without waiting for a reply and ordered a martini for himself and another Scotch and soda for Sheila.
They made small talk for a while, and then the bartender came over.
"Are you Mrs. Tomlin?" he asked. Sheila nodded. "Phone call for you. You can take it over there," he said, motioning toward the end of the bar.
"Thank you," Sheila said. "Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It must be Brad."
When Sheila hung up the phone and came back to where she had been sitting she had a disappointed look on her face.
"Bad news. I've been stood up. Brad has to work late. Some special deal or something. Looks like I'll have to take a cab home."
"Oh, my dear, that's too bad," Hawkins whined in his nasal tone.
Then Sheila saw her scheme begin to work. Hawkins offered to buy her another drink, and then another, and soon he was telling her to call him Gordon and offering to give her a ride, home. She knew he probably wouldn't have the guts to make a move for her under normal circumstances, so she pretended that she was getting a little drunk.
Soon she felt Hawkins' clammy hand resting lightly on her knee. He was taking the bait. All she had to do was spring the trap.
"Really, Mr. Haw… I mean Gordon, I'd better be getting home." She smiled at him. It was still early, but she wanted him to work for it. That way he would be made to feel that he had seduced a young lady that had had too much to drink.
A short time later they left the bar. They got into Hawkins' car and headed for her place, but he insisted on stopping off at another bar for a couple more drinks. As Sheila realized that he was really intent on getting her drunk before he made his move, her contempt for Hawkins grew.
But she went along with him and put on an act that would have gotten her an Oscar if it had been on film. As they left the second by, she began to giggle like a schoolgirl at something Hawkins said. She deliberately stumbled and let the clumsy Hawkins catch her. His arm went around her and he stole a quick feel of her left tit as he helped her regain her balance. In the car she leaned back against the headrest and started to hum softly, as though she had lost all of her inhibitions and was ready to go along with anything, that was suggested.
Hawkins eyed her like a bird of prey. He was convinced that she was drunk, and this gave him the courage to try to seduce her. When Hawkins got her home, she fumbled with her key in the door, and he helped her with it. He came in without being invited. Sheila kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch.
"Oh, I'm so sleepy," she murmured softly as she leaned back. She let her short skirt come almost all of the way up her thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting Hawkins think she was too far gone to know that her legs were entirely uncovered.
She felt Hawkins staring at her naked legs. The feel of his eyes on her bare skin gave her a sadistic sense of excitement and power. Sheila opened her eyes and smiled at Hawkins as he sat down next to her. His arm went around her bare shoulders, and he pulled her close to him. She didn't resist. She knew he was a coward, and she didn't want to frighten him off.
Then she felt his thin lips on hers. She sat motionless as he kissed her neck and shoulders. In a few minutes, he got bold enough to fondle her tits, and she felt him squeezing and feeling her shimmering boobs through the material of her dress. She put one arm around his neck and began to breathe a little heavily, pretending that he was turning her on.
That was all the old fart needed. He put his hand inside her dress and felt her naked tits. He was slobbering kisses on her lips. Kisses which she returned as though she were only half-conscious. He gripped her boobs as though they were rubber balls and he was trying to squeeze the air out of them. No wonder he had to pay for his fucks, Sheila thought.
When Hawkins unzipped her dress and began to pull it down, Sheila decided she had let him get far enough without protesting. She was naked to the waist when she began to push him away.
"No, no, you mustn't," she muttered a she began to reach for the top of her dress.
But Hawkins was past the point of stopping. She could tell that by the big bulge in his pants. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her against the back of the couch. She moved her head from side to side as he devoured her naked tits with his fumbling mouth. She went limp, making him think she was defenseless against his onslaught.
She protested again when he pulled her dress down over her legs, leaving her clad only in her pantyhose and brief panties. She hoped her pantyhose wouldn't rip when he pulled it off. She thought of removing it herself, but decided that such an action might ruin her story of being half-raped by the puny banker.
Hawkins fumbled around with the top of her pantyhose, trying to pull it off. Sheila laughed to herself as he tore at them and finally succeeded in tugging them down over her legs. Then she arched her hips just a little to make it easier for him to get her panties off. As the realization that she was totally nude hit her, Sheila got a wanton thrill. She felt a shudder run through her lower body and was surprised to find that the weird scene was turning her on.