Ray eliminates a 'suspect'

Ray Parker just sat at his desk in his executive office and stared at the erotic words on the computer screen before him. He mulled over what he should do, what he could do, as he continued to rub the gigantic hardon in his pants. If this woman really wanted him that bad, who was he to leave a dedicated employee dissatisfied?

Feeling a twang of guilt, he looked over to the wood-framed five by seven photo situated not two feet from his seat. It showed the face of his lovely wife, surrounded by their four cherubic daughters. It was taken nearly six years ago, in happier times. Now the girls were far from little angels. Aged eight to eighteen now, it would be near impossible to get them together for a new group photo. They were always needing to be run somewhere. When it wasn't a school activity, it was gymnastics or softball or cheerleading. The oldest two were almost as bad as the wife lately. Always harping about needing money, or needing a car, or needing money and the car.

Ray blew out a puff of air in an exasperated sigh. Loose Post-its blew to the other side of the desk. He loved all of them dearly, though, and had never even thought of cheating. Well, not enough to go through with it anyway.

He realized all this thinking was making his dick go down. Ray reached over and gently lay the family photo face down on his desktop, as if to protect his brood from his lascivious thoughts. He knew if he was caught cheating on his wife, it would be the end of their unhappy little family.

Ray continued to scroll through the couple hundred emails of Viagra sales and porn spam, his mind too preoccupied with 'the watcher's' email to really notice the sexy come-ons and sales pitches.

Before Ray hit 'Select All' to delete all the electronic clutter at once, he moved his sexy correspondent's message to another file, calling it 'workstuff'. Then the company president clicked up in the corner of the screen and all the email turned blue. Another slide of the mouse, and 'delete' sent all the trash away.

Ray then opened his 'workstuff' file and brought the sexy email back up onto the screen.

The words on the cathode ray screen seemed to etch into his brain as he went over and over it, trying to find some clue, some hint, as to who might have sent it. Out of his forty-eight employees, only four really could send him such an email. Kim, the receptionist, Sheena, in customer service, Allison, his assistant, and Mandy Bates, his HumanResources, uh, head.

Ray thought again. Actually there was one other. Brian, his controller. He was known for sending off-color, though, laugh-inducing jokes and limericks from time to time.

A knock on his office door and the sudden appearance of the head of his lovely assistant, Allison, from behind the door caused Ray to almost jump out of his seat.

The dark-haired beauty must have noticed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But it is after nine and Brian would like to see you when you have a moment."

Ray looked up at Alison and smiled. "That's alright. I was just lost in thought for a minute. Have Brian come see me as soon as he can. I do have something important to discuss with him." He eyed her from head to toe as she stepped into his office.

"Sure, I'll let him know right away!" Allison answered, looking a little flustered, as if she might be the reason for the meeting.

After Ray watched Allison's ass sway as she turned to go back out the door, he tried to imagine the words from the email coming from the slightly shy, though personable, young woman. It didn't seem plausible, though his dick seemed to like the idea by the way it lurched in his pants.

The harried executive readied for the meeting with his controller, uprighting the photo frame, clearing the email from his screen and punching up some real 'workstuff'.

Brian soon knocked and walked in.

"What's up, buddy? Allison looked a little frazzled when she told me you wanted to see me right away," the controller said in greeting as he took his usual seat on the opposite side of the desk from Ray.

"Oh, nothing she need be concerned about," Ray tried to laugh, become more upbeat.

"What is it then?"

"There was just something of a personal and private nature that was sent to me today, and I just wanted to make sure you might not have done it as some sort of prank," Ray told him, not spelling out how it was delivered.

Brian looked even more serious. "No, boss, I wouldn't do anything that would get you this concerned. Is it anything the business needs to be worried about?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing, really. I just wanted to check with you first before I did anything," Ray said, trying to brush it off as nothing.

"Okay, Ray. Whatever you say," Brian replied, looking at his boss a little quizzically.

"Now what was that you wanted to talk about?" Ray asked, trying to get off the subject.

Ray's meeting with Brian over, his employee left him alone again in his office. Ray hoped he didn't cause his controller any needless worry. He soon returned to more dick-hardening concerns.

"Now, who is the most likely suspect?" he asked himself, as he clicked the nasty gram back on his screen.