Eight? Nine? Orgasms, I'd want to have another run at you right now! And then giving each of them a couple' – 'Uh, three, for me', Sandra informed her – 'But I'm afraid of what you might do – or should I say, NOT do!', grinning.
About that time, Robyn opened the bathroom door, and started toward us. We again watched her walk unsteadily to the bed; when she got close, and saw that we were watching her again, blushed furiously before informing us 'Uh, it felt kinda greasy and messy, so I went in to clean up a little. And after being stretched out like that, it feels kinda funny to walk, too.'
We all smiled at her, and I held out an arm, inviting her to cuddle next to me as Lucy looked on approvingly. Settled into my side, Robyn quickly put an arm on my chest and threw a leg across mine before resting her head on my shoulder. Then she started playing with the hair on my chest – one of her favorite post-coital pastimes. As we all cuddled, Lucy and I switched over to talking about what I expected to do the next day, and figuring out what to do if anything turned up.
After a bit, we noticed that the girls were yawning a lot, and told them it was time for bed – sleeping, that is. Both smiled at the humor, and we told them to go ahead and sleep in their room that night. Both nodded sleepy agreement, and finally managed to get on their way. As they left, Lucy told them that their showers could wait until morning; both nodded appreciatively.
With them gone, Lucy and I got up and got the towels back into the bathroom. While there, we decided that neither of us wanted to go to bed stinky, and hopped in for a quick cleaning. Dried off, we made our way back to the bed, turning lights off along the way. Lucy called down with a wakeup call, then we were under the covers. We quickly fell asleep, with me spooning behind Lucy, her breast in my hand.
I woke up the next morning on my back, with Lucy on her side next to me, my arm around her. Her head was on my shoulder, and her arm and leg lying across me. I lay there, contentedly, for quite some time before she stirred, gradually waking up to see me looking at her. She smiled at me, and laid her head back on my shoulder as I told her 'You know, this would be a damn fine way to wake up each morning.'
She murmured her agreement into my pectoral, and drifted off again. A few minutes later, content with the world, I did the same.
When I woke up next, it was to the sound of the phone – Lucy was taking our wakeup call. She yawned at me ferociously, and I couldn't help but respond in kind – making both of us laugh. She reached out, and I shied back, saying, 'If you think you're going to get to repeat yesterday, you're wrong. I can't take it, I tell you – I just can't take it!', making her laugh in response. Then I moved toward her again, and we shared a good morning kiss, morning breath and all.
That accomplished, we managed to help each other out of bed; Lucy got first turn in the bathroom as I got the small coffeepot the hotel provided going. Lucy came out as I was finishing, and took over the job of helping hurry it by watching it intently. Back out of the bathroom, I saw that she'd helped the coffeemaker enough to have a cup of coffee ready for each of us as it finished hissing and grumbling it's way through the other half pot. Coming from the first batch of water through the grounds, the coffee was pretty strong – a definite plus for both of us. After about a half-cup apiece we were able, if not completely ready, to get started; I filled our cups again, and we each headed for our own bathrooms to get ready for the day.
Clean-shaven and fangs de-furred, I got dressed and headed back into Lucy's room, to find her just finishing brushing her hair. That done, we were both ready to have a try at breakfast, after going into the girls room to leave them a note, and finding them tangled up in one bed.
Breakfast done, it was off to the office again. This time, with no introductions to be made, I was able to get an earlier start. The IS supervisor took one look at me, and let me know that it was okay to have coffee in their computer room, provided it stay at my desk. I thanked her, and she smiled. Lucy told me she'd back to get me for lunch, and we kissed before she left.
At the desk they'd given me, I opened up my laptop and fired it up.
When it had finished booting, I checked a couple of the little security features I'd put on it – and found that no one had apparently bothered it overnight. Pleasantly surprised, I took another hit of coffee, and went at it. Again, I got wrapped up in what I was doing, and didn't even notice that Lucy had shown up until she cleared her throat to get my attention. When I looked up at her, she gave me a strange look, and said, 'I've been standing here for five minutes, and you never noticed, did you?'
I grinned shyly, and admitted that I hadn't – then went on to explain that when I got focused on something, I pretty much lost track of everything else around me. She started to ask me something, but quickly cut it off when I gave her a little shake of my head and mouthed 'outside'. She nodded, and took my hand as we made our way out of the building.
Once outside, and in her car – the girls had opted to stay at the hotel and watch TV that morning – she asked me what was up. I grinned at her, and she blushed before telling me 'You know what I mean, you turd!'
I suggested that we talk while she drove, and as we headed to another restaurant, I told her what I'd found that morning: I'd started finding the 'lost' files her accountants were missing, and after looking at them, realized that there was some serious money missing.
Once in the restaurant, we continued to discuss it, but only in general terms – just out of a sense of not knowing who the people at the next table were, and not wanting to give anything away in public.
Lunch over, Lucy let me know what else I should be looking for in response to my questions. Back at the office, she quickly kissed me goodbye and headed back to the hotel. Once back on my computer, I quickly got back into the groove I'd been in before lunch, and made a lot of progress. When Lucy came to get me after work, I was waiting for her outside the building; looking slightly surprised, she simply pulled up in front of me, and I got into her car, finding the girls in the back seat. Both greeted me, but fell silent when Lucy asked me what happened. I told her that it could wait, and gestured with my eyes toward the back seat, where the girls were. Playing along, she let it slide, and waited patiently as I chatted with the girls about what they'd done that day.
Back at the hotel, the girls each gave me a kiss before heading off to play video games; Lucy and I went up to her room, where I filled her in on what had happened that afternoon, explaining that I'd found additional files, and that in going through them, I'd been able to figure out that there was a systematic looting of the company, and who was doing it.
She looked both relieved and horrified, telling me that we needed to call her boss. I suggested that we hold off for a little bit, so that we could figure out what to do, so we could properly advise him as to the options. She saw the sense in that, and we spent the next half hour or so going over our options before she called her office.
Her boss was again quick to answer her call, and when she told him that she thought he needed to get their client in on a conference call, he didn't question her; he just DID it. I decided that I liked this guy – trusted his people, did what needed to be done right now, and saved the questions for later.
When their client was on the phone, Lucy filled them in on what I'd been doing at the site, then roughly what I'd found, before letting me fill them in on the gory details. I talked to them for nearly 20 minutes without interruption; when I was done, I asked if there were any questions. Lucy's boss and their client discussed things for several minutes before coming back to ask us what WE thought. Here, Lucy showed nerve I hadn't suspected she had: she flat out told them that she was in over her head on stuff like this, but that I'd had some ideas and suggestions that she thought sounded pretty good. Her boss and their client listened as I told them what Lucy and I had come up with before calling them. We discussed it a little more, worked out a couple of details, and finally got things mostly figured out. The girls had gotten back as I was finishing up my explanation of what I'd found; when they saw and heard us on the conference call, had quickly beat a hasty and silent retreat, quietly closing the doors between the rooms on their way.
As the conversation was winding down, Lucy's boss decided that it was time to take the bull by the horns – or any other part he could get hold of. He simply came straight out with it, asking me 'Dan, I know what we're paying you for this. My question is, what is it going to cost us now?'
Lucy looked at me, shrugged, and I told him 'Sir, everything we've discussed so far, and everything I do up until five o'clock tomorrow, is covered under our initial agreement.'
Lucy and I both heard him sigh in relief before he really understood what I'd just said. He came back to ask, 'Okay, then. What is the rest going to cost us?'
'That would depend, sir. I'm perfectly fine with the idea of turning this over to anyone of your choosing, and letting them run with it.
