Blackmailed For Wife's Crimes

Dr. Willem de Graaf certainly never expected his good deed of finding a job for his wife Elsa to backfire on him. Then again, he hadn't counted on Chelsea Worthington. The new head of the firm of Maxwell and Worthington was a foreigner, like himself, only from England, whereas he was from the Netherlands. Her being a fellow immigrant didn't seem to give her much empathy with him and his determination to find employment for his stir-crazy spouse.

Of course, he didn't count on his wife stealing from the firm where she was now a paralegal, either. The evidence was more than just disappointing to him. He felt genuinely betrayed. He went out on a limb to get a job for Elsa, now that Pieter was old enough to go to school, and she repaid him with her theft! He was rather jolted by this news, since he couldn't grasp what would motivate the embezzlement of funds. He wouldn't have believed it, were it not for the documents and other proof that Ms. Worthington dropped on his lap when he was asked to see her.

De Graaf was not a lawyer like Worthington. He was a psychologist. Nevertheless, Worthington was a friend of a patient, so he had been able to land Elsa a job at her firm. Despite his education in matters of the mind, he was truly stunned at this new information. Was his dear wife a kleptomaniac, perhaps? That was the obvious conclusion that occurred to him in light of his professional background.

"So, Dr. Graaf, you can see what kind of a difficult situation we are all in. My friend asks me, as a favor, to arrange a job as a paralegal for your wife at my firm. Instead of proving worthy of such a favor, however, she takes full advantage of cronyism and steals from us. Not only is that a betrayal of trust, but it is absolutely stupid to steal from a law firm. Security is excellent here, so her exposure was inevitable.

"I'm afraid that some sort of restitution shall have to be paid and she shall have to be prosecuted. It also means that we shall have to see to it that any purchased with stolen funds is confiscated. You could even be prosecuted for receiving stolen goods. Naturally, this might mean more than imprisonment for you. It could mean loss of your license to practice and the deportation of both of you back to the Netherlands.

"The only alternative is to seek an informal program of restitution and co-operation. This would involve returning the money at various points until it is all paid up. Oh, don't look at me like that. It's just enough to qualify for grand larceny. You'll still be affluent after paying us back, even after we terminate her. I'm afraid that her dismissal shall be unavoidable, of course. Your practice is prospering, is it not? She'll get a nice severance package if you co-operate, and that can be used to help pay the restitution as well.

"In addition to the restitution for the initial amount stolen, we'll need your co-operation, since we need to have some kind of beneficial effect from having hired your wife. So far, it has been nothing but trouble. Do you understand?" Chelsea declared.

"Vat sort of co-operation do you mean? As long it's legal, I'll do it. I love my vife, even vith her evident kleptomania. I love my children, and don't vant zem to grow up vith no mother. I don't vant to be deported, either. By the vay, I am Dr. Villem de Graaf, not Dr. Villem Graaf. Do not send her to prison, and I vill co-operate vith you, as long I do not have to break zee law," Dr. de Graaf reacted to this demand, somewhat anxiously punctuating his English with his heavy Dutch accent.

"Very well, Dr. de Graaf. Would you like a cigarette? I feel like smoking right now, and no one will have to know any differently. In fact, the nature of the co-operation will require some secrecy as well," Ms. Worthington spoke crisply as she lit up.

"Zank you, Miss Vorthington. I vill have a cigarette, if you don't mind. Is it legal?" he inquired.

"The co-operation is perfectly legal, if that's you're asking. So is the fag, come to think of it. At least, they haven't managed to outlaw tobacco yet," she hinted further, while clearly flirting with him.

"So, vat is it?" he demanded.

"The dirty old man who used to head this firm, Mr. Warren Maxwell, was kind enough to share his body with the women here. Since his tragic departure, we have had no office stud. Ours is a relatively small, but successful firm, and he was the only available male attorney toward the end. The other two men here include a gay partner and a happily married associate. There are some male interns, but they are all underage, so that's not an option. For a firm with a dozen available women, including 3 partners, 5 associates, and 4 paralegals, that's a bit of a quandary. That's not counting any married or involved women, who might become single or otherwise available at any moment.

"So, you see, the answer is simple. I want you to become office stud. We can make appointments to meet you at your convenience, but you have to fuck all of us whom ask for your services. Before you protest that you're a married man, that we're all perverts or deviants for wanting your body, or that you don't have the stamina for that many ladies, just remember that you're protecting your wife and family. It's a simple matter of which part of your wedding vows matters more, 'forsaking all others' or 'love, cherish, and protect'.

"In case you're wondering, there are so few men at the firm for a reason. We have token male lawyers to throw off suspicion, but Warren and I liked it as a mostly female office. He called us his 'office harem', and I thoroughly enjoyed being head of it. The unavailable women like it that way for platonic company's sake, but they have no idea of what goes on under their noses. That was certainly true of your wife. Since I am bisexual, I benefited from it as well, not to mention from regularly fucking Warren himself. I have to admit that I am hooked on the idea of screwing a successful man like that.

"You fit that profile as well, darling. In fact, since it's my turn to head the firm, I find it appealing to be the one in charge for once. I have the power here. Not that I minded doing what Warren asked. There was a certain appeal to that as well. It's just a refreshing change to be the boss myself. I have a rather enormous sex drive, as did Warren.

"Bear in mind that you'd be fucking someone else anyway, if you went to prison. Both of you would be raped often in prison, if for no other reason than being attractive foreigners. Besides, you would both be horny and desperate from being away from each other. So, which is it? Do you want to be some murderer's bitch or have at least 13 women fucking you until you have nothing left in your balls at the end of each week?" Chelsea clarified in her cold, upper-class English accent.

"Vell, I suppose I can go along vith zat. Hovever, I am curious as to vy you'd vant me? Besides, vat vill zee other vomen say? Vill zey go along vith zis plan of yours?" Willem asked nervously, as he smoked the cigarette that Chelsea offered him.

"They'll do as I ask, darling. For one thing, they're used to having a stud and they miss that. For another, I am the boss. For a third, several of them also like pleasuring me, and will do as I ask them out of consideration for a lover. Why I want you is simple enough. You're a handsome, masculine-looking Continental with long blonde hair and blue eyes. You sound like you might even be a blueblood like myself. That would be a great change. You're exotic and familiar at the same time. And that accent of yours is very stimulating, love.

"Besides, you're married. It would be a nice kick to give a married man back his chance to sleep with other women. It would also mean that you're less likely to try to make it a romantic arrangement. I'm rather a cold fish when it comes to love. Sex is nothing more than shagging to me.

"Your intellect and success also make you a good choice. I can tell that you are a smart, refined, and cultured gentleman of means. I think that you're also manly enough to be worth my attention. You seem strong, not wimpy. And I like that you're a smoker, just like me. I doubt that any of these factors appeal only to me, darling. So, please, for your sake, mine, and that of your family, be a dear and take us as lovers. Start with me, of course. I have a strong temptation to bend over the desk here and present my bottom for your pleasure. You wouldn't be opposed to buggery, would you? My arse is very tight and shall delight you a great deal," Chelsea encouraged him as she puffed on her cigarette.