"Yeah, I might."
"One other thing."
"What's that?"
"If it turns out that it is the execs having fun with someone else's money, a couple of things have to happen. First, your company, and your client, need to decide what happens – that is, do you prosecute the offenders, get the money back, or both? Second, it's to your advantage to make this whole thing as spotless and impartial and documented as you can – run it like you were going to lay it in front of a judge, whether you plan to, or not. There's no telling where it'll wind up, and it's probably best to be ready for the worst."
"I already planned to do that. That's why I called you before starting anything about it – so that I could figure out how to make it good, however it turns out."
"That's the idea – everything you do needs to look like a reasonable response to something that came before it."
"On the subject of coming" – she giggled at her joke – "did anything happen last night?"
"Sure. We had pizza – but I told you that already, last night."
"No, you turd, I mean did anything happen AFTER that?"
"As a matter of fact, it did."
I waited a few moments, and as I expected, she got impatient and demanded, "So what was it?"
"What was what?", I asked, innocently.
"What happened last night. AFTER we talked on the phone!", she answered, getting testy.
"Oh, that. Sandra and I had a little fun, with Robyn's help."
"What fun?", then a pause, then "Oh. OH! You mean you? And Sandra?
Together?"
"Well, we sure weren't apart."
She snickered, and said, "Yeah, I'll bet. Have fun, you said?"
"Yup."
"Who had the most fun? How often or how many?"
"Just the one time. She had two, no, three after Robyn finished with her. I had one."
"Messy?"
"As a matter of fact, no. It was already gone when I got there.
Misplaced, accident, or whatever happened, there weren't any obstructions. Made it easier for both of us."
"Good for her! How is she?"
"A little sore, she says, but happy. Not too feisty today. Smiles and cuddles a lot, though."
"I'll bet – I didn't feel like doing anything for three days after my first time. You must be doing something right."
"I try to."
"Believe me, you do plenty right. You said Robyn was there? She didn't get in the way?"
"Not at all. She helped get things started, and finished, but just watched the rest of the time. Very considerate, actually."
"I'm going to have to let her stay with you more. Whatever else you're doing to her, you're also being a good influence on her."
"Nah, I'm just polishing up what was already there."
"Bullshit. Before she met you, it was all I could do to get her to say please-and-thank-you; it would NEVER have occurred to her to stay out of anything like that, never mind actually doing it, if it had happened before. So don't go pulling that modesty crap on me, mister."
There wasn't anything to say to that, so I didn't.
A moment later, she apologized, telling me "Look, maybe you don't think you've had a positive influence on her, but I know different. I think you do too, so just accept the compliment, and move on, okay?"
"Okay."
A few moments later, she said "Well, I think that's about enough for tonight. Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive. You called it as you saw it; I can't take offense at that."
"Love me?"
"Of course.", I answered, with feeling.
With that, she hung up the phone, and I headed over to 'my' chair.
Robyn started to get up, with the clear intention of sitting in my lap, but I held a hand up, telling them "Before anything else, I want to let you know what's going on. The people that Lucy has working for her are finding what they*think* might be problems. Lucy wanted to talk to me to see if I thought the same things about it that she did; and to see if I had any ideas on what to do. Now, before you get your knickers bunched up" – they were getting visibly agitated – "I want to tell you that Lucy, herself, isn't in any trouble. The trouble would be for her company's client. Again,*Lucy* isn't in trouble.
She's the one finding someone else's problems, and she's trying to decide what to do about it to make it as small of a problem as she can. That's why she wanted to make sure that you two little sex maniacs didn't bother me while I was trying to think about her problem: so that I would be able to give her the best answer I could.
From what she told me about what's happening there, I wouldn't be surprised if she calls again tomorrow, needing some more help. If she does, I'll need to be able to concentrate on what she tells me, okay?
You're both cute as can be, sexy as hell, and fun to be with – and all of that makes you a lot of distraction when you aren't behaving yourselves. Okay?"
Both of them smiled at the compliments, and nodded solemnly at the admonition to behave when I was on the phone.
That settled, Robyn got up and moved over to sit in my lap and cuddle, with Sandra watching in approval. Again, they decided that they'd rather talk than do anything else, so we spent the rest of the evening discussing things that they were curious about. Perhaps halfway through the evening, Robyn declared that she was hot and uncomfortable, and climbed off my lap long enough to strip. When she was done, she stood there staring at me until I followed her example.
A bit later, Sandra followed suit, so that the three of us were naked. Again, the subject of sex was the main topic, but certainly not the only one.
That night, when we went to bed, Robyn and I bracketed Sandra; there was a fair amount of groping and fooling around, but I think all of us needed to finish resting up from the previous evening.
The next morning, I awakened to the smell of fresh coffee, and if my nose didn't deceive me, French toast. After a quick pit stop, I grabbed a robe and headed for the kitchen, where I found the two of them just finish the process of making a healthy pile of – sure enough – French toast. They shooed me out of the kitchen, telling me to have a seat in the living room – breakfast was casual this morning. I barely had time to get seated in my chair, than Robyn handed me a cup of coffee before saying "Breakfast will be another couple minutes". I thanked her, and took a sip – they'd done a fine job on the coffee, apparently grinding some of the beans that I kept around for when I wanted*fresh* coffee. A couple minutes later, as promised, Sandra appeared with a plate of food for me, with Robyn right behind her with a tray to sit it on. As Sandra was getting me set up, Robyn went into the kitchen and came back out with a couple more trays for her and Sandra. The two of them disappeared again long enough to get their own plates before sitting down to eat. After the previous day's breakfast, I was a little more confident of their abilities in the kitchen, but I was still surprised at how well they'd done with the French toast; it's entirely too easy to either under- or over-cook it, but they'd gotten it almost perfect. Robyn got the TV started, with the volume low so that we could talk without shouting, if we wanted to.
When breakfast was over, they teamed up again to clear the dishes and trays; this time it was apparently Sandra's turn to load the dishwasher as Robyn and I cuddled on the chair. When Sandra made her appearance from the kitchen, Robyn got up from my lap, and they let me know that they were planning on spending a little time at the pool, but also there in the apartment that day. I agreed to their plans, and they headed into the bedroom, where I found them spread out on the bed with some teen magazines a few minutes later. I got dressed – with the two of them unashamedly watching – and went back into the living room to go to work. The rest of the day was nearly a repeat of the day before – they would come and go, stopping to ask if I needed or wanted anything, but always careful to avoid disturbing or distracting me. When lunchtime approached, they asked me what I wanted, and I suggested something light. A half hour later, when they told me it was ready, I was pleasantly surprised that they'd decided on peanut butter and jelly, with chips on the side. It had been a LONG time since I'd had a PBJ, so it was a light, pleasant treat.