Rich H.S

Part 16

"So... how's the hunt for a new dogsitter going?" Ethan asked the question casually, sipping on his coffee and peering over the desk at Harry whose sole focus was his computer screen. There was a discrepancy in this month's budget, money that was unaccounted for and while Harry didn't work in the finance department, being a high-ranked executive in the firm meant that money missing was a huge fucking problem and that he'd be alerted about it at some point.

Harry was the type of person that liked to get his work done sooner rather than later, and he'd rather have this problem come to him now than in a week's time when no one else was able to solve the issue. Time is money and he hated wasting it more than anything. Ethan knew this, which is why he took it to Harry as soon as he found the issue.

Harry would've had to be one of the richest and money-smart people Ethan knew. He had investments upon investments upon investments. Some were physical, like his houses in Melbourne and back in London as well as his Italian villa in Tuscany and the many sports cars he had. The others were liquid; stocks, and positions on boards of companies he didn't need to put any work in, only a vote once a month in some cases.

Then there was his silent investment in his favourite pastime, the investment he got the most pleasure out of.

Harry owned a third of 'Pleasing', a secretive yet highly successful sex club in the heart of Melbourne city. It was a new investment, one that he wanted since the first time he visited the club many years ago, yet only obtained when he moved here. The monthly membership was in the thousands and for good reason too. It was frequented by many celebrities, politicians, and old-money fuckers who needed something to throw their cash at and explore their wildest desires.

Some came with lovers; others came to find a lover in another member of the club. You could come and watch the many live performances or star in one yourself; any desire and kink could be explored all under the safety and comfort in knowing that no one could speak about anything they saw.

Secrecy was the club's top priority; phones are handed in at the front desk, NDAs are signed by both guests and workers and if anyone is caught sharing stories or breaking any rules there is a permanent ban on their membership. Three strike rules don't apply. One strike and you're out, and that's how the club stays successful and safe.

Harry was a silent partner in the club, as he had no interest in working in the same place he went to seek pleasure. Although he rather enjoyed reaping the benefits of being part owner. He usually went to burn off some steam and distract himself for the night, something that he had zero interest in since the day he was inside you for the first time, but being able to walk in whenever he wanted and get first dibs in whatever area he liked was a perk.

He had thought about taking you there, a whole fucking lot if he was truly honest. But when he thought about it a little more, he quickly pushed it into the 'not a good idea' box in his head. You had been receptive to everything he proposed so far, and he knew he'd be able to do a lot more with you based on your submissive traits and what the two of you had done already. But some of the things that went on in that club were too much even for you, and selfishly Harry didn't want to share you with anyone else, nor did he want them to see your pleasure in any capacity.

Even if he did want to take you there, there wasn't enough time left for you two anyway. A blessing in disguise Harry might say, because if he got you in that club and saw that you liked it, he feared he'd never let you leave. He'd destroy you and have no issues carrying you home and gluing the pieces back together.

"Hmm? What dog sitter?" Harry asked absentmindedly, barely registering Ethan's question as he tapped his pen to his bottom lip.

The money had to be somewhere. A quarter of a million dollars doesn't just get up and walk out of a bank account. Sometimes the database glitches or lags and doesn't processed transactions until days after the money is taken out, and only then would there be a record of where the money went. He was sure it was just that, but he still had to investigate it.