Vacant

Aaron Castle-Jones went to the door front door of the two story, red-brick home next to the lake, in an exclusive gated community. His entire body felt like it was in his throat when he swallowed. His hands were shaky. Some cool and calm accountant he was, he thought.

Reena James answered the door. She was casually dressed on this Friday, wearing leggings and a fashionable green shirt. She had dark brown skin. She wasn't particularly busty, with B-cup breasts. She had a nice round ass that Aaron wanted to gawk at, but he knew it would make a poor first impression. She looked at him, with a slightly bored countenance, shaking his hand.

"You must be Aaron," she said. Aaron nodded his head, jerkily, and she gestured for him to come in.

The home was stately apportioned, but it was missing something, Aaron thought. It was bereft of any sentimentality or homeliness. There were no pictures on the walls, nothing to commemorate success in life or trips. The house was occupied, and yet vacant.

"Oh cool, you have a pool," Aaron said, looking out back.

"Yes," Reena said, smiling thinly. "Trying to use it more, I used to be a great swimmer. Just out of practice after ...." Her smile faded, and she moved to the den.

"So we have someone embezzling," she said. "I am pretty sure I know who and how, but I'd like an opinion from your firm prior to taking it to legal."

They met for three hours, going through reams of financial documents. Despite her standoffish demeanor, Aaron found her funny and engaging. And by the time they parted, with promises to meet again next week after Aaron started doing his own numbers, he knew that while he'd never wanked his small white cock to an Indian woman before, he would tonight.