Thread: No Isn't An Option | Cain&Dini |

I will, he said as she took her leave, as he opened up a new spreadsheet and quickly saved it, titling it so that she could easily find it. His fingers went to the folder, opening it up over his keyboard to find bundles of printed receipts as well as old credit card invoices. He picked up a bundle and quickly undid the paperclip upon them and began to sort them. He looked at the first one, his eyes widening slightly. Glass Khandi, he thought to himself, looking at the name and address at the top. Isnt that a sex store? He licked his lips and looked to his side. Did she leave this in by mistake? He looked at the total. Five Hundred dollars? He set that one down on the side and looked at the next one. Quickly, Cain became privy to why his job required such discretion. One by one, he organized all her receipts, quickly finding out what Victoria Cortier liked to spend her millions on. Toys, lots of toys. Hotel rooms, usually large suites. Sex expos. The list was extravagant. Cain had heard of some of these shows. Rumor had it that couples had sex on stage for thousands to see. He wondered if she was there to watch. HE couldnt imagine such a well off, powerful and respected woman like her being involved in that. And then there were the toys and dresses, no wonder she needed such a large house to store all these different toys. Cain had wondered exactly he had gotten himself into. But, he decided, it wasnt his place to judge. On the outside, she was a beautiful, powerful woman and it wasnt his place to tell her what she did with her free time or what to spend her money on. But stillhow would he organize all this. He sat back and began to ponder, idly tapping his fingers on the keyboard. Obviously Lodging would be a category, as would Dining. He would fold in all her dresses and lingerie into Clothing. But what of the invoices that listed item numbers instead of titles? He pulled out a receipt for 200, one of the more modest ones, and opened up the webpage for the store in question. Quickly he performed a search for the item number in question. When the image of a black lace bodystocking came up, he quickly minimized the window. Though she had hired him to do just as he was doing, it still felt like he was invading her privacy. He shifted through all the recipes, beginning to organize them all. The lady favored a lot of red and black, he noticed. She also liked to order a lot of BDSM gear. He couldnt imagine she would be the submitter in all of thisso she wondered who she enjoyed dominating. He looked over his shoulder once more, making sure she wasnt back yet, and quickly pulled up the image of the bodystocking once more. In a way, it did look very elegant, and it would complement her body quite nicely. Cain had never done anything this kinky before, and he seriously doubted that Lydia had either. Their sex life was vanilla, very respectful. Cain wouldnt think of trying to degrade her in bed, and he didnt think she would as well. But, truth be told, he found himself getting a little flustered looking up all these items. Some of them he knew of, some he had no idea of. One by one, images were filling up his web broswer and he quickly began to sort through them all, putting a small, but sizable chunk of receipts aside as he began to get into a stride in his work.