Page 17 of Tutor Daddy
"We should definitely identify discrepancies in payroll, inventory, and cash flows."
Aidan grins, nods slightly, and moves closer to me. His scent is alluring and makes me want to lick him all over again. I'm anxious to feel any piece of him touching me, bringing me to one climax after the next.
"You're on the right track. What should you be doing now?" he asks.
"I should be recording my concerns to develop an audit plan that identifies the method and procedures I'm going to use to investigate this company and its financial records."
"Good girl. That's correct."
A soft exhale and a smile spread across my face. "Anywhere I want, remember?"
He nods slowly. "You may touch me anywhere you want, and if I get hard, you get easy."
"Strip, Daddy."
Aidan pulls his shirt off and lets his pants fall to the ground. A part of me wants the porno playing in the background again, but if he doesn't get hard, we have to get back to work. I take a step back, eyeing him from head to toe like a JENGA tower, wondering where my touch on his body will make him crash.
I take a step closer and reach for the bottom of his boxers, but when I look in his eyes, Aidan almost looks disappointed.
"These are your rules, little girl. This is your game. I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think it is."
He's right, and I’m second-guessing what I can do. If I go straight for the shaft, he's expecting that and won't react at all. Or will he?
"Did we agree on a time limit for touching, or type of touch?" I ask him.
"We did not, but I love how much you're paying attention to the details. You have fifteen seconds," he says.
"I only get fifteen seconds to get you hard and ready to go? That's impossible."
"It's my body, little girl. This is why conversations and assignments are key to us enjoying sex together. Just so you know, there is absolutely something you can do in fifteenseconds that will get me hard, and the only hint I'll give you is it has nothing to do with my cock."
He assures me of his words by taking my hand and forcefully putting it inside his boxers. I wrap my fingers around his flaccid manhood. It's soft but thick. My heart races as I squeeze it and begin to stroke it, but nothing happens.
Aidan raises an eyebrow as I continue to move my hand up and down. There's not even a flinch of an erection.
"Time's up, little girl," he says and pulls my hand away.
"Fuck." I shift my attention back to the pages on the table. "I've already separated the financial documents from every department I want to verify. I'd like to start with payroll and see where that trail takes me."
"Okay. Why payroll?"
"People are always people," I tell him. "If there's fraud, someone's typically getting paid a ridiculous amount of money, or in some cases, they are employees who don't exist at all."
He narrows his gaze on the documents. "What kind of fraud do you suspect is involved when an employee doesn't exist?"
"The business can inflate their expenses to reduce their taxable income?"
"Are you asking me?"
I nod and chuckle. "No. I'm telling you that businesses will file paperwork to reduce their tax liability. I feel like once we go through Human Resources, we'll have different options to trace other possibilities for fraud. Then we can either confirm or deviate from the original auditor and CPA's reports."
"Very good. You have a decent grasp of the material. Why are you struggling to pass this class?"
"Life, bills, school, virginity…" I giggle.
"Seriously, Addison. What's happening to make you fall behind?"
"I get overwhelmed very easily. I overthink everything, and when I got into Professor Tamson's course, the first assignment was on par with my expectations. They got progressively harder to the point I questioned my decision to pursue my Master's degree."
