After Dad Left Chapter 4, part 2 of 2

After Dad Left
Chapter 4, part 2 of 2


“I hope you find something so you can shove it up Mark Berger’s ass,” she giggled.

“You’re not a Berger fan?” I asked.

“Oh, you have no idea. This piece of shit grabbed my ass once and tried to put his hand up my skirt,” she admitted.

“Sorry to hear that, Robin. Did you report him?” I asked.

“Tim, that goes on quite a bit back at the office. You can’t run to Richard whenever you feel something isn’t fair. You deal with it and move on,” she answered.

That afternoon, I wrote a six-page interoffice memo about my concerns and emailed it to Mark Berger, Robin Woods, and Richard Butler. I asked Mark to meet with me and discuss what he wanted to do in the future.

The following Saturday morning, I went to the office and carefully boxed up most of the files that were not being used at the time. I put a sheet of paper on each box stating its contents. I then laid out the remainder of the files on the table, labeling each for easy access. I went back to the apartment and just hung out for the rest of the weekend.

I arrived at the office about eight-thirty Monday morning and parked in one of the empty spots. Walking across the garage, I noticed Richard Butler getting out of his Mercedes. He motioned over to me, so I stopped and waited for him.

“Tim, have you heard anything back from Mark Berger about the memo you sent?” he asked.

“No sir, not yet,” I replied.

“Really? So, you’re working late nights and weekends to help him, and he doesn’t return your email. Interesting,” Richard remarked.

“I’m sure he will get with me today, sir,” I quickly answered.

“Oh, trust me, he will,” Richard promised.

“Sir, I don’t want to start here with people resenting me. In my first conversation with Mark, well, I think he feels I’m too young to be here,” I said softly.

“Oh really?” he asked.

“I don’t know for sure. I want to try to get along with everybody,” I said.

“Son, let me give you some excellent advice. You’re right in as much as you shouldn’t be here. You’re twenty-three years old with a master’s degree and a soon-to-be licensed CPA. On top of that, you’re taking some law classes. That alone threatens men like Mark Berger. Berger is a decent lawyer and does a good job for us. But trust me, son, he will throw you under the bus anytime. You must get along with three people here: Carlos Reyes, Jeremy Land, and myself. Enough said?” he inquired.

“Yes sir, enough said,” I answered.

About two hours later, Terri rang my intercom, telling me Mark Berger was returning to my office. As Robin saw him through the glass, she immediately followed him into my office. There was no doubt in my mind that Richard Butler had asked Robin Woods to look after me. I did not mind; perhaps she could save me from making a mistake. Mark Berger sat in one of the chairs across from my desk with a serious look on his face.

“Tim, when you send me an interoffice memo, you don’t need to copy Richard Butler, or Robin, for that matter,” he snapped.

“Sorry, Mark, but Mr. Butler instructed me to do just that until he tells me otherwise,” I calmly said.

“Just get on with it, Mark,” Robin demanded.

“What got into you?” he turned, staring her down.

“Not you, that’s for sure.” she laughed.

I decided to interrupt and try to get everything back to normal. I explained what I found in the files and showed Mark the discrepancies. I also informed him of the need for more available information about JSI Investments. After reviewing most of the information, Mark Berger finally admitted that a meeting was needed between Mr. and Mrs. Jameson and all parties involved. He informed me that he would notify me when and where the meeting would be. He got up and walked out without saying a word.

Later that afternoon, Mark Berger called me and told me a meeting had been set up for Friday morning at ten o’clock in our conference room on the top floor. I notified Robin of the meeting and wrote it on my appointment pad.

I rode up the elevator to the conference room on Friday morning, where Mark Berger and Helen Jameson were already seated. Mark introduced me to Mrs. Jamerson, a beautiful middle-aged woman. I sat on the same side of the table as they opened the files I had brought with me.

Several minutes later, Mark Jameson and two other men entered the conference room and sat across from us. Even in the conference room, I learned that the battle lines were drawn. Surprisingly, less than a minute later, Richard Butler walked in.

“Richard, I wasn’t aware you were involved in this case,” one of the men with Mark Jameson remarked.

“Phillip, I’m involved in every case this firm handles. How have you been?” he replied, smiling.

Mark Berger got to the matters after a few minutes of cordial talk. After analyzing the corporate and personal returns, he explained that several apparent discrepancies showed up. When Mark Berger brought up JSI Industries, I saw Mark Jameson shift in his seat.

“OK, Mark. Before we get in over our heads, exactly who went over what?” Phillip asked.

Richard Butler leaned in on the table, setting his arms flat on the table with a look that virtually said you’re in my world now.

“I’m sure you are unaware, Phillip, but I now have an in-house CPA. He has been with us for a few weeks now. Please meet Tim Williams,” Richard offered, pointing in my direction.

I stood and extended my hand, forcing Phillips to shake it. He sat back down. Phillip looked at me and then back at Richard to ensure he was not joking. He then addressed me for the first time.

“Wait, let me get this straight. Exactly how old are you?” he asked.

“I’m twenty-three, sir,” I replied.

“And you’re a CPA at twenty-three ?” he said, smiling.

“Yes, sir, I passed the exam a few months ago, although my license hasn’t arrived yet,” I stated softly.

“Richard, no offense, but this doesn’t add up,” he said, pointing at me.

“Phillip, look... you’re wasting time. Tim has a master's degree in accounting, passed the CPA test, and is now taking law classes at SMU. If you find that hard to believe, I will email you his credentials. Now, can we proceed?” Richard demanded.

“Ok, Mr. Williams. What are your concerns regarding my client?” Phillip asked, smiling at me.

“Several things, sir. First, the salaries paid to Mr. and Mrs. Jameson on the corporate returns do not match what was reported on the personal returns. Second, I tried to contact someone from JSI Investment because of the sheer number of transactions between them and Jameson. Until now, I have not been able to reach anyone.”, I stated.

“Well, you’re in luck. This is Robert Celeste, the President of JSI Investments,” Phillip remarked.

I asked, “Mr. Celeste, we will need all the records for all JSI transactions with Mr. and Mrs. Jameson.”

“Let me get this straight. This twenty-something-year-old kid wants the records of my personal and business investments?” Mark Jameson roared.

“Yes sir, that is what we need,” I calmly replied.

“Well, it’s not going to happen. We presented our terms for the divorce; you have that on paper. If not, we go to court and fight as long as it takes,” Mark Jameson shouted.

“Phillip, let’s be clear here just for a minute. You know, I will subpoena the records from JSI in a heartbeat. The problem for your client is that we have fraud when we find that money was being transferred without Helen’s consent. Then we have to notify the Internal Revenue of income tax fraud, which opens up a can of worms I don’t think you want to deal with. How about we draw up our proposal and present it to you? Then we can talk,” Richard stated.

Phillip leaned over and whispered something into Mark Jameson's ear for a second. He then nodded to Richard, and the three of them got up and walked out. Richard suggested that Helen Jameson stay with Mark Berger and me to work out a financial position.

Three hours later, Helen Jameson agreed to a proposal that would make her a wealthy woman for life. She would receive the primary residence and beach house the couple owned. All three vehicles and all furnishings are at the primary residence. She would be paid sixty-three thousand dollars monthly if the companies existed. She would receive half of the value if any of the companies were sold. Mrs. Jameson’s holding in stock with another company exceeded five million dollars and would remain hers.

In addition, there were two checking accounts with nearly nine hundred thousand combined. There was also a savings account with a little over five hundred thousand dollars. According to Mrs. Jameson, they also had a safe in the house with a large amount of cash. All the above would be Mrs. Jameson and could not be contested. I also suggested a letter be signed stating that all investments made by Mark Jameson to JSI were made without Mrs. Jameson’s knowledge. That way, she was free and transparent about whether anything came from it.

Mark Berger presented the proposal to Mr. Jameson’s attorneys several days later, and they accepted the offer. I received the news on a Friday morning when Mark Berger called me and told me everything was signed and official. Helen Jameson was coming by after lunch to sign off on everything.

It was just after two o’clock in the afternoon when Mrs. Jameson walked into my office unannounced. I jumped up out of my chair quickly to acknowledge her.

“Tim, please sit down. I am on my way out, but I wanted to stop in and tell you how much I appreciate everything you did for me. I know they settled because you backed them against the wall—no way Mark Berger would have found out what you did. You made me a very wealthy woman,” she said, grabbing my hand.

“I’m glad it all worked out for you,” I replied, kissing her cheek.

“Now, two more things,” she stated, reaching into her handbag.

“Here is a little something for your effort,” she said, handing me an envelope.

“Mrs. Jameson, I’m not sure I can even,” I started.

“Of course you can; I checked with Richard. Then, second, here are the keys to your new car. It’s in the garage. It’s the white BMW 540i that my husband just bought two months ago. I signed all of the papers and gave them to Richard. He will get them to you.” she said, kissing my cheek and walking out.

I was stunned as I stared at the car keys in my hand. Robin must have noticed because she walked into my office quickly.

“Tim, is everything ok?” she asked.

“I’m not sure Robin. Mrs. Jameson just gave me a car and this,” I said, extending the envelope.

“Well, open it, silly,” Robin giggled.

I slowly opened the envelope and removed a check folded in half. I opened the check and couldn’t believe what was on it. It was a check made out to me for one hundred thousand dollars. There had to be some mistake. I showed the check to Robin, and she could not believe it either.

“We are going out tonight to celebrate.?” Robin squealed, hugging me.

Later that day, before we left, Robin gave me the address of her condo in town. I had already talked to Richard Butler about the car. He handed me the vehicle titles that Helen Jameson had signed over. I returned the keys to the car I used, which belonged to the company. Richard said he would get the vehicle serviced and place it back in the garage for future use. I drove home, showered, changed clothes, and returned to Robin’s condo. By the time I arrived, the rain was coming down. I ran to the front door of her condo, getting under the porch's overhang. I knocked on the door, and Robin quickly opened it.

“Hurry, get in here,” she squealed.

I stepped through the front door into the living room. Robin ran down the hallway and returned with a white towel, handing it to me. I quickly dried off and handed her the towel back.

She stated, “The weather is going to get worse. I just saw the news. It’s going to rain until late tonight.”

“Maybe we can go to someplace close?” I offered.

“How about we stay here and just order pizza?” she suggested.

“I guess that would be ok, I answered.

Robin wore cotton shorts and a T-shirt, and a dress was laid over the sofa. She walked to the couch, grabbed the dress, returned to the bedroom, and hung it on the back of the door. She returned to the room and motioned me to sit on the sofa. She picked up her cell phone and called to order a pizza with the works. She hung up and came and sat on the couch beside me.

“How is the new car?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful and drives like nothing I have ever been in. I still haven’t figured out what all the controls are.” I laughed.

We talked for a while until the knock on the door interrupted us. Robin got up and went to the door to get the pizza from the delivery guy. She returned and sat the pizza on the table in the kitchen. I walked to the table and sat down, opening the box. She set two beers on the table, and I started to say something, but I didn’t. I was not a big drinker, but one beer would not hurt me. We sat and ate, mostly talking about work. Robin had been there several years and knew most of the nuisances of the firm. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Robin was; it was hard not to. Robin cleaned up the table, and then we returned to the sofa. I looked at the clock, which was a little after nine o’clock. Robin’s eyes were sparkling as she sat down next to me. Several minutes later, she jumped up and walked to the kitchen for another beer. I didn’t want to drink another beer because I still had to drive home. She approached me, extended her arm, and offered me another beer.

I advised her, “I better not drink another one. I still have to drive home.”

Robin stepped forward and straddled me, sitting on my lap. She put her arms around my neck, still holding the beer cans.

“Why go home at all?” she suggested.

I could not believe that this gorgeous creature was sitting in my lap. I wasn’t sure what to do or what she wanted me to do. Thankfully, Robin leaned in towards me and put her lips on mine. She kissed me softly at first; her lips were moist and soft. Slowly, she applied more pressure to my mouth, the tip of her tongue flirting with my lips. I reached out with both arms, wrapping them around her tiny waist and pulling her closer to me. Her entire tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine.

I reached down her back and slid my left hand inside her shorts to discover she had no panties on. I moved further and further down until I had the entire right cheek of her ass in my hand. She dropped both cans of beer on the sofa, quickly unbuttoned my jeans, and slid the zipper down. By the time she reached into my shorts, my cock was rock hard.

She began to slowly stroke me up and down, all the while kissing me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. She finally pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes, still stroking my blood-engorged dick.

“Nice dick, Tim, want to fuck me with it?” Robin giggled.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I replied, still rubbing her ass cheek.

“Uh, probably not, but I need to be fucked,” she replied softly.

I stood up with Robin still on my lap as she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. I returned to her bedroom, holding Robin tightly against my chest. I leaned over the bed and dropped her on the mattress. I stood up and removed my shirts and jeans, tossing them on the floor. I pushed my boxers down my legs and tossed them as well. I climbed on the bed as Robin lifted her T-shirt above her head and threw it on the floor. She then slid her cotton shorts down her legs and threw them over her shoulder.

Robin’s body was amazing. She had a tiny waist, firm hips, and ample firm breasts with small nipples. Her pussy was completely shaved and already glistening wet with desire. She laid down beside me and pulled me over to her. She reached down between us and grabbed my cock, slowly guiding me into her wet entrance. I can’t describe the feeling as I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside of her. She was very tight, warm, and wet. I had never been inside of a woman before, so I pushed in slowly and carefully.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”, Robin moaned.
 I slowly moved in and out of her as I stared at her beautiful face. I could not believe that I was fucking this gorgeous creature. She had both of her hands on my ass, pulling me into her as I thrust forward. After a minute or so, she rolled over and quickly straddled me pushing my hard dick back inside of her. She leaned over and kissed me softly, never closing her eyes.

She began to move back and forth on me, quickly grinding her wet opening against my rigid cock. I reached up and put my hands on her hips as she moved over me. She leaned over slightly and placed both hands on my chest for support. Robin’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she savored the feeling my cock was giving her.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”, Robin moaned.

“Cum for me, Robin,” I said softly.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m Cumming,” she wailed as her entire body shook and convulsed above me.

I held her waist tight as she shook and moaned for almost twenty seconds before she collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, softly pushing the hair from her face. I leaned over and softly kissed her cheek, rubbing her back gently with my right hand. After allowing me to hold her for close to five minutes, she sat up on me, looking into my eyes.

“God, that was good,” she giggled, still moving on me slowly.

Seconds later, she lifted herself off my cock and moved down my body, slightly lowering her mouth to my cock. She licked up and down my shaft, tasting her orgasm then lowered her warm mouth on me. Robin knew how to use her tongue even when her mouth was stuffed with cock. Within minutes, I reach the point of no return, the cum racing up my shaft.

“Robin, I’m going to cum,” I warned.

She lifted her mouth from me and began to use her tongue, swirling around the head. I looked down to see spurt after spurt of hot cum explodes against her lips and tongue. She continued to lick the head of my cock, sucking the cum into her mouth. After thirty seconds, she jumped up and walked to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she returned to bed and leaned over me, kissing my lips passionately. She had brushed her teeth and used mouthwash; her breath was fresh.

“Ever cum in someone’s mouth before?” she asked.

“No,” I quickly replied.

“Hmmm, that’s interesting,” she giggled.

“This was the first time doing what we just did,” I admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

“You’re kidding?” she asked, amazed.

“Nope, I kind of fooled around twice in college with a friend, but nothing like this,” I explained.

Robin and I fucked twice more before we finally fell asleep a little after three o’clock in the morning. Robin had four orgasms total, two of them with my mouth. Before I fell asleep, the only thing that ran through my mind was how this would affect work.


To be continued