Chapter 311
Her face brightened up a bit, "Hey, I'm taking you to a cool spot tonight!"
A cool spot?
Back at the office, still wondering, I told Amelia, "Amelia, I might not make it to your place tonight."
"Why not?" she asked, looking confused.
"Mrs. Foster wants me to come over tonight."
Amelia's face turned angry, "That's ridiculous. You're just her driver, picking her up and dropping her off. She can't even let you go after work?"
I sighed, "Yeah, I'm her driver now. Not much I can do."
She gently held my face, "Drive safe. Now, let's finish what we started earlier!"
I felt a surge of warmth at her concern, quickly followed by a jolt of surprise.
Again?
But I wasn't exactly strong-willed. I couldn't resist her, especially when she said things that boosted my ego!
"It's not safe these days. We should seize the moment. If we don't, we'll have to wait until next month."
She whispered, "Don't you wanna finish inside me?"
If I could still resist, would I even be a man?
Five minutes, I ended up ejaculating in her pussy.
It was painful but also kinda nice.
She left with my stuff inside her, walking a bit funny.
I dropped Linda off at home and then went back to my place to freshen up.
Just then, a notification popped up on my phone. I opened it and couldn't help but grin.
They made their move.
I wondered if Skyliart Group could handle it.
I just dropped a hint, and all sorts of dirt on Skyliart Group came out.
These people wouldn't let Skyliart Group off easy. I just needed to sit back and watch the show.
I turned on my computer and plugged in the storage card from the fancy car.
I planned to take a good look.
The video loaded, and there were hundreds of them.
I decided to watch some at five times the speed, and they looked weird.
Most were pretty boring, but when I got to the hundredth video, a moan caught my attention.
I quickly switched back to normal speed.
"Mrs. Foster, please, Mrs. Foster."
The voice was a woman’s, definitely not Linda's.
"Seductive woman, I haven't disciplined you for a few days and you've learned to resist?"
I was shocked because the one speaking was Linda.
"Mrs. Foster, I was just afraid the car seat would get dirty."
"If it gets dirty, clean it!"
"Mrs. Foster, I can't do that. I can't take it."
Listening to their convo, a very steamy scene flashed in my mind.
I swallowed hard.
'My goodness, Linda actually likes this.'
"Mrs. Foster, spare me. I know I was wrong. I won't do it again!"
"Tell me, where were you wrong?"
"I shouldn't have chatted with other men behind your back. I won't do it again!"
Stella, Stella Hayes?
Wasn't she Linda's female driver?
I added her on Facebook yesterday and chatted with her for a bit.
I mainly added her to find out about Linda's habits, which could indirectly signal to Linda that I wanted to get along.
Who knew she was like this?
I opened Stella Hayes's Facebook. It was filled with her selfies. She was very beautiful, with a great figure.
Such a beautiful woman playing these games with Linda.
"Remember, only I can play with you." Linda said.
In Linda's cold laughter, a sharp moan sounded.
I was curious. If Linda really liked this, then what about her and Steven?
Or did she like both men and women?
They say rich people play around. Today, I truly saw it for myself.
I kept watching the videos and found that Linda had a close relationship with Stella Hayes, but Stella Hayes clearly wasn't very loyal to Linda.
In the hundred-plus videos I watched, there were like a dozen of her sneaking around with other dudes, some in the car, some even out in the sticks for a quickie, all caught on camera.
Most of the time, though, they were just chatting about work stuff.
But that wasn’t enough dirt to use against her, 'cause Linda never showed her face.
I kept scrolling, and then the video flashed, showing the car stopping in front of a bar. The lights were too flashy to catch the name.
Then this stunning babe walked out, and Linda got out to greet her, and soon they were all over each other.
So, she really digs chicks.
Guess those condoms in the glove box were Linda's.
I quickly saved this video and uploaded it to my private cloud.
They hugged like no one was watching for a bit, then got in the car and started chatting.
I listened in, and this hottie was named Grace. Their convo was super close, and then the car stopped in front of a six-star hotel.
They held hands and went inside.
I knew what was going down at that hotel!
I kept watching, and the next day, the beautiful woman showed up again in the video.
After dropping Grace off at home, Linda drove back to the office.
I noted down where Grace lived. It was Oakwood Meadows, a fancy area in the south of the city.
This was getting juicy.
Did Grace live there, or was Linda keeping her there?
I was dying to find out.
I skimmed through the videos, and Grace kept popping up more and more, but sadly, no more scandalous stuff between them.
However, from their chats, I picked up some key clues.
Like, whenever they talked about Steven, Grace would casually call him 'brother'!
What did this 'brother' mean?
Was she really Steven's sister, or was it just a formal way of addressing him?
I felt like there was a huge secret here.
Just as I was about to keep watching, Linda texted me to come pick her up!
I quickly copied all the videos, uploaded them, and then destroyed the storage card.
Now, I could watch the videos on my phone anytime, anywhere.
I drove to Golden Sunset Estates. Linda was all dolled up tonight, with bright red lips that screamed sensuality.
Gotta admit, Linda's beauty was on par with Katherine's!
Her full breasts were mesmerizing.
As I sat in the car, she said, "Head to Midnight Jazz Bar!"
Midnight Jazz Bar?
That place was known for catering to female customers, so the bar in the dashcam must be Midnight Jazz Bar?
I nodded, started the car, and then asked, "Mrs. Foster, is your foot feeling better?"
"Yeah," she replied absentmindedly, glued to her phone, chatting with someone.
Was she chatting with Grace?
I thought to myself, probably. They met up regularly, like every two to three days, and a third of their meetups were at bars.
But what puzzled me more was whether she really trusted me like this.
Such private stuff should be kept on the down-low.
Soon, we arrived at the bar. I had to push my doubts aside and got out to open the door for her.
"Wait here," she said.
With that, she swayed her hips and strutted into the bar with her purse.
I had no clue how long I'd be waiting.
Even though I wasn’t a fan of nightclubs, I’d been to a few with friends, and once you’re in, you’re not getting out in just an hour or two.
After smoking a cigarette to chill out, I turned back to the car and started searching, like in the trunk.
And I actually found something.
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