Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter Six (Patreon)

Tyler burst out of his office and into the shared reception area.  He had to talk to Tom.  This was bad.  It was so fucking bad.

As he flew past Mercy’s reception desk, his heart dropped.  There was no sign of the ditzy slut anywhere, but the message light on her phone was flashing.  Were they already onto them?  

Where the fuck is that fucking Bimbo?

Scrambling behind her desk, Tyler picked up the phone receiver and pushed the voice mail button.  He bit his lip, his heart beating a thousand miles an hour. If they were already on to them…

The receiver beeped in his ear and the message started.

“Tom?  It’s John.  Look man, I’m up to my ears in paperwork today.  Can I get you to cover the tour with one of the hot-wives today?  I’ll make it up to you, although looking at the profile photo of her, I may have already done that.  Thanks man!”

The beep ended the call and then the automated voice chimed in:  “You have 0 unheard messages”.

Normally he would be furious that Tom got the call to seduce a new hot-wife instead of himself.  Today he had bigger problems.  

So they had not yet reached out about 427.  Maybe there was still time to fix it….time before the trail led back to them… before they were caught…before…

His thought was cut short by a loud scream across the hall.  

Fuck.

It had come from Tom’s office.  Had someone confronted him already.  He knew Tom had a temper.  What did that maniac do?  

He scrambled back around the desk, frantically running for Tom’s office.  Throwing the door open, his brain short circuited.

Mercy was bent over Tom’s desk, with his partner ball’s deep in the Sissy’s ass. 

“Please, oh God, please, yes, fuck, fuck me, yes, please, FUCK!!!”

The whimpered moans of the sexy bimbo escalated to what Tyler could only assume was a second orgasm…or at least as much of an orgasm as the Sissylink system allowed the feminized sluts like her.

The sight of the sexy wet-dream secretary being fucked in front of him, made Tyler’s balls draw up and his stomach hurt.  He had never made her face look all flushed and hot like that… or made the noises come out of her sound like that… 

His eyes went from a laser focus of Tom’s large dick pounding into Mercy ass, up to Tom’s face.  He wore a sheepish grin.

“Well you caught me.  I know we’re not supposed to do this.  But I mean, look at this slut…can you blame me?” he laughed.  “You should give this a try, pal.  Seriously!”

He pushed into Mercy again, his body all the way against her.  Mercy gasped, her expression turning to one of fucked disbelief at the size of the thing inside of her.  Her eyes bulged as she squirmed and wiggled.

“Oh god.  Too much.  Too big. Oh god. Please, Mr. King.  Please….”

Tom smacked her hips possessively and even in his panic frenzy, Tyler felt his jealousy overwhelm him. 

She never makes those noises for me.

He shook off the thought.

“Tom, we have a problem.”

Tom laughed, pushing into Mercy again.  She arched her back like a cat in heat.

“Oh, don’t be that way.  Want to use her mouth?  That’ll cure what ails you.”

Tyler had the mental image of pulling his cock out on Mercy’s face and shoving it her mouth while Tom fucked her.  It made his stomach hurt worse.  The idea of both of them seeing his smaller cock while Tom was fucking her with that monster… it made him almost have to throw up.  

Or maybe it was the deep shit they were in that was causing the nausea. 

“Tom.”  Tyler tried to make his voice impress upon his partner the importance of needing to talk in private.  They couldn’t talk in front of the bimbo.  One word of gossip from her and they would both be toast.

“I only need another minute or two.  Then why don’t you have a go at her.  I won’t tell and neither will she, will you Mercy?”

He smacked her ass as again as he plunged himself back into her.  A low, guttural animal sound came out of the slut.

“Tom!”  Tyler tried again.

He was pushing in and out of her now.  His hands on her hips.  He was outright fucking her.  There was no other word for it.

“You really got to try her, Ty… God, she feels… so…. good…and tight….”

He pumped into her with each word.  

“TOM! It’s 427!”

Tom’s face whipped toward him in surprise, even as the sound that came out of him indicated he had just released inside the Sissy.  Mercy moaned loudly, no doubt from the explosion deep inside of her.  Tyler looked away.  It felt uncomfortable to have made eye contact with Tom as he came inside the Sissy that Tyler wanted to fuck so badly.

“Fuck.”

Tom pulled away from Mercy, wiping his manhood on her little skirt before smacking her red ass hard with his hand.

“Fucking ruined.  Ugh.  Out. Fucking slut. Get out…”

He smacked her ass again and the bimbo burst into tears, probably confused and wondering what she had done wrong.  With her panties still around her ankles and her skirt still resting on the top of her bubble butt, she awkwardly hobbled past Tyler, tears streaming down her face.   

“Yes, sir, sorry sir… sorry… I’m …”. Mercy was trying to curtsey, scurry and escape all at the same time.  The look on her face indicated she was also trying to process having been fucked, filled and then degraded.  The cum oozing down her still exposed ass probably only added to the tears.

Tyler wondered if she was mentally comparing Tom fucking her to when he had done it.

Yes sir.  Please… put it in me…

The words lingered in his brain…of having his cock inside of her and her not even being able to feel it.

The door shutting behind the Sissy Slut brought his mind back to the situation.

“What happened?”  Tom asked.  He was putting himself away even as he moved towards Tyler.  The larger man loomed over him, zipping up his pants agitated.

“Camera feed went down.  Security has been sent.”

Tom’s eyes flared. For a brief moment, Tyler felt a bit of worry over his friend’s temper.

“Fuck!!!”

Tyler made a shushing noise.

“Shhh.  I know.  I know.  Keep it down.  We have to do something.  What do you we do Tom?”

“Fuck!”

Tom was not keeping his voice down.  If anyone was in their shared reception area, they would hear his animalistic bellows.  

Tyler kept his own voice low and whispered.

“They are going to see the empty room and assume it was an escape.”

Tom threw up his arms in exasperation and moved to his wet bar behind his desk.  Tyler followed.  

“How long do you think we have until they find out?”

Tyler shrugged as Tom poured two drinks.

“They’ll do a security sweep.  Probably ten minutes.  Then they are going to start digging into who the sissies are and try to do damage control with their sponsors.”

Tom downed his shot of scotch.  

“How well will they hold up?”

Tyler shook his head, knowing how panicked he looked right now.

“They’re fucking surface level Tom.  Poke at it even just a little and it’s a fucking house of cards.  When they find out the Sponsors are fake, it’s only a matter of time until they realize that the girls are made up too.  That leads them right to us since we processed them and got the commission.”

Tom glowered and then took the second shot of scotch he had poured for Tyler and drank it himself.

“Doesn’t prove anything.”

Tyler wanted to scream.  The idiot did not understand the situation.

“Tom.  They don’t need proof.  They’ll follow the money and when they realize we conned them out of the commission money, we’re dead.”

Tom was silent.  Looking into his empty glass.  Tyler again felt the need to scream.  Security was probably already on the way up.

“What happened to the security feed?  Do they know about the others?”

Tyler shook his head.  The other four rooms with the forged Sissy accounts were still on line, all with looped feeds of nondescript blonde sissies making out and sleeping together.  Tyler made sure that all five rooms rotated the fake accounts throughout the week, so that there was no reason for suspicion.  Some general grade book and inspection manipulation made it so that the corporation never even knew that there were ten imaginary sissies in the system.  Once a month, he would add the Sissy to one of the bulk sale manifests.  If anyone ever caught on, it would be a clerical error and the foreign clients that bought Sissies in bulk for their prostitution rings, seldom ever actually looked at the paperwork.  This let Tyler and Tom bring in a new fake Sissy to replace the fake one they just got rid of and get a new extra commission each month.  At 50K a commission, it added up quick.  

Except… now…

…now they were fucked.

“So only the one feed went down.”  Tom tapped the glass with his finger, his brain working.

“Yeah.”  Tyler bit his lip and trying to fight the panic attack coursing through his body.

“So seems to me, we just need to convince them that the Sissies that are supposed to be in the room, were taken somewhere else.”

“How do we do that, Tom?”

Tom smiled.  It was not a pleasant smile.

“I have an idea…”