Shadows in the Storm- Part 2 of 5: Corrine, Bill, and George

Bill glared at Samuel Andrews’ office, put his hand over his mouth to remind himself to not yell, and shook his head while he waited for the elevator to the lower basement hoping he was in time to catch one of the three jitneys to the lock up located at the armored car preparation area so he could drop off cash and instructions for the drivers on Friday. Once he was in the elevator he used his middle finger to press the button for the armored car floor and lifted it high in the direction of the operations manager’s office. It being Thursday at close of business, the armored car floor was a hive of activity as everyone scurried and scrambled to get things finished before start of business Friday. Two jitneys were gone and the driver for the only one still in the parking area had taken Thursday off so that he could begin a long week end. Bill still had a little time, but it was too far to walk with the case full of cash, so he would have to take his own SUV. It took 8 minutes to catch the elevator up to the unsecured personal vehicle parking floor, another 3 to walk to his vehicle, and another 2 to reach the down ramp to the lower floor. The heavy steel gate at the entry to the lower floor was already closed.

”FUCK!”

He hit the steering wheel with his fist.

BAM!

Any harder, he may have broken the wheel or his hand. He punched the passenger seat, grimaced, and accepted that he was just too late. On Thursday, it was one of his routine duties to take cash and detailed instructions to the armored car lock up area so that the cars could get what they needed and depart on Friday to make their deliveries, but a continuous string of odd jobs throughout the day sent him on one rabbit chase and then another and now he was faced with two choices. The company approved choice was to store the case in the upstairs cash processing operations offices’ vault overnight and then get back to the operations center early enough Friday morning to take the items to the lower floor so that the armored cars could leave on their routes to make their cash deliveries to the member banks on time. His second choice was to carry the case with the cash home with him for the night and get back to the garage first thing Friday morning. Either way the objective was to enable the armored cars to leave at the prescribed time to deliver cash to the banks before or shortly after they opened. Taking the company’s cash home was a riskier choice but he had done it before on several occasions when he had been delayed and there had been no problems. Andrews knew that Bill did it from time to time and had even done it himself when he had to fill in for him. It was accepted if Bill did not follow the approved procedures he would have to answer for any losses.

Tomorrow was the end of the quarter, so he had a larger amount of cash in the case than normal so that the cash processing services fees would be higher for the quarter. He dropped his head, grated his teeth, looked up, and set his jaw. Now that he was out of the hellish office atmosphere he dreaded leaving the peaceful serenity the vehicle provided to return to the noisy fray of the operations center with all the bureaucratic signing in, badging in, badging out, and security issues not to mention the hassle of having to get the required permissions to open the vault outside of regular business hours and hooking up with a guard to accompany him during opening the vault.

Working with stacks of blue binders crammed full of pages of green and white striped computer print outs covered with columns and rows of numbers all day had left him mentally spent and the case on the floorboard looked secure, so he put the vehicle into first gear, and steered to the ramp up to the street to begin the drive home. He took a deep breath and blew it out.

At last!

Now that he was out of the clutches of the office, he knew it was safe for him to let go.

“Sam! You are a total asshole.

“No! You’re what comes out of an asshole!

“A turd!

“Nope! That’s way too nice a word.

“Sir! You are a piece of shit! Excrement! Feces!

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

“I hope you get herpes from fucking your wife! No! Your daughter!

“Nope! From fucking YOURSELF!

“Now that would be funny! To get herpes from fucking yourself!”

At last he made himself laugh. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and switched on the radio.

The trip home was so routine that all he had to do was to mindlessly operate the vehicle. After several more deep breaths, he remembered who was there for him, his eyes softened, and he smiled.

Cory.

Just keep thinking about Cory.

A strong dose of Cory is what I need.

Get home to Cory as fast as you can!

Cory tapped her two index fingers on the counter top mindlessly keeping time to one of their favorite songs and looked around the kitchen to make sure she hadn’t overlooked anything that would be a distraction when Bill got home. She inhaled deeply, held it in, and slowly let it out before calling up her go to fix, physical activity that she could focus on and then drop, whenever she was especially anxious. After sliding all four chairs back from the table, she moved the chairs clockwise around the table, pushed them back, went to the utility room, and peaked is as if Bill might magically appear. And for the second time since noon she walked to the refrigerator and counted the bottles of beer.

Three.

Why would it change?

There were three before lunch.

Three last time I checked.

Bill hasn’t been here today.

No one that would drink a beer has been here all day.

And even though she knew they had been in the frig all day, she picked up each bottle just like she did each time she did a count and wrapped her hand around it.

Good and cold!

The cold bottles reminded her. She snapped her fingers, put two soaking wet sponges in the freezer, glanced at the clock on the kitchen counter, looked over at the time on the microwave, and confirmed the time with her phone in case the other two had somehow drifted off.

Almost 545!

Darn it!

I don’t think there’s enough time for a trip to the store for more beer.

I spent too much time with my movie.

But, it was worth it.

But, it’s Thursday!

And besides, I know Bill doesn’t like the same kind of beer every time so I don’t know what he would want me to get.

She checked her phone messages and voice mail to make sure she hadn’t missed anything from Bill. If by some chance he wasn’t expecting to be home at the usual time, she would have time for a quick trip to the convenience store if she hurried and would just get something dark. Dark beer was always a safe bet but sometimes if he went he would choose something that they didn’t typically carry like a German bock or a Scottish ale. He really liked to try different beers.

There were two messages. The first was from George Simpson.

No need to read that.

George has one purpose in my life.

I was with him on Tuesday.

Bill will be home soon.

Nothing George can do will help me right now.

Just delete it.

She checked the second message. It was from Bill. He said he was on his way home and expected to be there about 5 minutes after 6.

Every time Cory thought about being with George she became disgusted with herself. When she wanted to feel loved she went to Bill. But when she wanted to make sure she had an orgasm she went to George. She worried Bill might find out and if he did he would throw her out which she felt she could deal with as just another bump in her life but the thought that her behavior might cost her his love, something that was still new and made her feel worthwhile wasn’t. That he might stop loving her worried her but her need to be satisfied sexually was an overwhelming biological force. Nothing she tried was an adequate substitute for a cock wielded by a man who knew how to fuck and make her cum. Even for her fantasy orgasms to work she needed the memory of someone fucking her good enough for her to have an orgasm.

Bill always made her feel appreciated and loved. To lose that love over anything was a punishment but to lose it because of the itch between her legs with some biker trash like George was a humiliation she didn’t want to face. Occasionally when she was really disgusted with herself, she considered leaving Bill to eliminate the possibility but every time she got close to doing so, she lost her nerve at the last minute and finally decided as long as she could she would stay with Bill and if it ever came about that he stopped loving her she would just deal with it when it happened.

Cory met George in college before Bill. After she started dating Bill, she quit seeing George but Bill was often too quick to have an orgasm and he couldn’t satisfy her sexually so she went back to fucking George. She never felt secure and safe with George like she did with Bill. George was a more sure fire, orgasm producing fuck than Bill, but Bill was the one she came to love. Occasionally, she played mind games, fantasizing about how George’s cock felt in her when she was actually fucking Bill, and when she was fucking George she fantasized that it was Bill inside her. On the occasions when she would not have an orgasm with George she would vow to never be with him again but then she and Bill would fuck, she wouldn’t cum, and she would go back to fucking George.

Having both Bill and George as lovers in college had been quite thrilling but then she came to the realization that Bill was her true love. And with that realization it had been hard for her to continue any relationship with George. But her sex drive was so strong that she continued and now she was practically addicted to it. As much as her behavior disgusted her and even though she knew it could cost her so dearly she couldn’t resist the power of her sex drive. It didn’t help that it had become so easy for her over the years and took very little planning. At most, she only needed to be with George for 20 minutes and she would be taken care of. He was always ready to fuck her and strutted around like a game cock when he was around Cory. But Cory had decided long ago that she would drop him without a moment’s hesitation if Bill could satisfy her sexually.

She selected George’s message to delete it but forgot about it as soon as she heard the rumble of the garage door rollers in the guides, the first indication that Bill was home. She waited until she heard the garage door start to close, went to the freezer and got out the partially frozen sponges, moistened the freezing cold sponges in the master bathroom sink, and pressed them against her breasts. When she heard the car door close, she dropped the sponges in the sink and shivering dried off her chest, put on her dress, and gave herself a quick look over.

The freezing cold sponges had done their job making her breasts tighter and firmer, her areolas shrunk, and her hard nipples standing proudly at attention. She walked into the kitchen just as Bill was coming in the door.

The undone tie and unbuttoned shirt collar weren’t unusual but the shoulders were more slumped than usual even for a Thursday. Bill looked worn out.

I’ve seen worse but not by much.

It’s bad.

Those beautiful sweet eyes.

He looks so tired and worn out.

But it is Thursday.

Cory started to frown but then realized that it would only make Bill feel more stress and put on her happy smile face. Bill’s eyes immediately fixated on Cory’s chest and as he looked at the shape of her breasts from her shoulders to her nipples, he took in every curve and nuance and felt the first faint prickle as his testicles began to swell and his limp penis perk up.

In the vast array of sensations Bill put that initial tingling prickle close to the top of the list. If he had his way it would last much longer. He liked it so much that he would occasionally fantasize about Cory whenever he was in a business meeting to the point that he became totally hard and if he had to get going, he would think about computer print outs or armored cars in the basement until he got rid of the erection.

She didn’t want to break his focus and would have been very content for him to grab her, take her to their bedroom, and have his way with her but thought she could say something in case he wasn’t quite ready.

“Hi Sweetheart!

“Is everything all right with you?

“I was about to go to the store for some beer.

“There are a couple in the refrigerator now.