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The New Howard's Whore Ch. 01

By: MrRobbur



Note: This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. Characters are over 18 years old and are also fictional (yep, made them up too). No words were hurt in the writing of this story. I would like to thank my literary fact checker for an excellent editing job and his good sound advice. Part 2 of 2 will follow shortly. Enjoy the story and practice safe sex. 




Karen Jones remembered finding the envelope at her new desk like it was yesterday. It was addressed to the 'New V.P. Secretary'. She had moved into the new job at Howard Industries that very day and was starting to set up her desk when she found it under the desk blotter.

Karen's office was very large leading into an even larger office. That one belonged to her new boss Harry Carter. He was V.P. of the company and a very handsome man. He was 6'2" and he had a way of looking right through you. Mary knew she was being checked out every time he looked at her but she couldn't pass up the job. The money was unreal and the position came with a car. Holly shit a car and a gas credit card! She could put up with a little ogling from the boss. The president Paul Simon was down the other side of the hall. The CEO Stanley Unger was up one more floor right above the other two.

Karen looked at the letter and wondered if it was really for her. She opened the envelope with some hesitation and started to read the letter. It was an eye opener to say the least. She made some notes after reading it a second time and she quietly put it in her purse without any movement at all, like she tried to conceal something from prying eyes. She did it so slowly you almost didn't even notice it. She then went about setting up her new desk but the letter she found was always in the back of her mind. She kept looking about the room discreetly to see if see could see the camera that was pointed at her desk. 

Soon as the noon hour hit she made a B line out the door and went down the street to a diner for lunch. She got a booth to herself and pulled out the letter and began to read it one more time. This is what it said:

'To Whom It May Concern,

You have been hired to do a job that will forever make you a slave to Mr. Simon, Mr. Unger and especially to Mr. Carter. Eventually they will ruin your life as they did mine. I write from experience because I once held the position you now hold. I am leaving this letter to warn you about this corporation and these men. They will do anything to entrap you and once they do, you will forever be their whore and slave. I was the last of ten women (that I know of) to hold this position. 

* They gave you a bigger than deserved pay scale for your position (don't be flattered). They are dangling a carrot in front of your face.

* They gave you a car and a credit card (card and car important for them later on). They will have GPS on the car to track your every move, though they think you still don't know. They will quietly add charges to your gas credit card and say you are defrauding the company.

* They gave you a huge office and a big desk near the big wigs (to keep an eye on you and use you sexually whenever they want).

P.S.  Mr. Carter had a camera installed in his office as well as your outer office, so don't make a big deal about this letter I left. Play it cool, and whatever you do, DON'T show anyone at the company this letter!!!!!!!! You can't trust anyone at Howard Industries, especially people who are being bullied into conforming to their blackmail or lose their jobs. Mr. Carter actually has a joking nick name for your position, 'Howard's Whore'. In fact you will soon be the bonus for the top producers in the company.

* They will soon make you do accounting stuff in the near future you know nothing about but must sign for every day (also important for them later on). The accounting figures will be very off (no surprise) from the paper you signed off on. Your signature at the bottom of this paperwork will make you look like you are embezzling from the company. They will threaten jail or even worse and make you come under their thumbs. Again blackmail pure and simple.

* They will secretly monitor your email accounts, work and personal (trying to get something on you to blackmail you with). I made the mistake of going on a dating site at work when my husband and I were temporally separated. They had my personal email account and all my passwords. They put some tracking software on my computer to keep an eye on me. Then they emailed back to my husband and potential dates pictures of someone who looked like me. The woman who was my shape and size was having gang bang sex but the faces were blurred out. It was very bad stuff about me (none of it true) but I could do nothing because it came from my personal email account. My soon to be ex-husband called me a whore himself and never let me explain. Do nothing on a company computer that you couldn't show your grandmother or your priest.

* You must cross all your T's and dot all of your I's. Document everything with your own personal file. Keep detailed logs, paper copies and notes of everything you are asked to review, sign or do for the company. Don't let them know or they will have you out the door in a flash and they will keep doing to someone else what they did to me.

* I know you are a beautiful woman. That was one of the main reasons you were hired, they all want to fuck the hot ones real good! I was the same as you before I took that awful position (naïve). They have since made me lose my job, my husband, and my self-respect. My church turned me away as did my family when those three bastards sent DVD copies of the entire staff gang banging me at a company 'meeting' they called it. Being tied to a tree and gang raped all night was not in my job description. Later after telling me I would go to jail for embezzlement, they had me. They made me do stuff to and for them including clients. They would video tape every session. Sometimes I had to service 6 to 7 guys at once. They are all PIGS! 

* Finally I got sick of the all the nonsense and called their bluff. I threatened to inform their                   spouses about what was going on as well as the police. Right after that was when the material they had used to black mail me with was sent around on DVD. It was edited to make me look like a whore and I could not defend myself what's so ever. They had hours of footage of me having sex with employees and they even made me beg on camera for sex. Finally they gave me my walking papers and told me to keep my mouth shut or they would make my life very unpleasant. They still had the fake accounting ledgers to control me if I talked to the police. I knew the financial stuff made me look like a crook so I didn't have a leg to stand on. I have since moved out of state. 

If you are tough and smart you might make this work for you some way. Don't however let your guard down for a single second. They will leave you out high and dry if it suits them. Remember you work for pigs and never forget that! I wish someone had written me a letter like the one I am leaving you. I hope you use it to your advantage. Maybe you should just walk now but I would like to see someone give these bastards a good dose of justice.

Good luck in the future and if you can get them back for me, please do! I would like nothing more than to see them all go to jail or worse. Remember, document everything and protect yourself.

Sadly,

The former Howard's Whore - M.W.'

I didn't know what I wanted to do. A part of me said it was all lies and the job was going to be great. Then the realist in me kicked in and I knew deep down that this woman was telling me the truth in the letter. All the facts fit together. I could also feel her pain and I wanted none for myself. I debated to myself all the way back to work after lunch what I should do. Finally I made my decision as I grabbed the front office door handle. I would stay and help get some justice.

When I got back I started to do some looking around. I found that the maintenance person was up in our floor hallway just before closing time. He said he had to fix a blown lamp in the hall light fixture. I started to talk him up and ask him a few harmless questions. There were at least harmless to him but very important to me. I now felt like I had a cause. I could always get a new job but I would feel bad if I did nothing and let the next person after me get abused like my predecessor did. 

"Hi my name is Karen, what is your name?" I asked the startled guy. I don't think the girls on the floors talked to him much because he had a questioning look on his face like he was beneath me. I can't explain it but he was flattered I even was talking to him.

"Hello Karen my name is Tom. Nice to meet you." he answered back shaking my hand as his eyes checked my body out. It was alright because I was used to guys doing that.

"Tom I am glad to meet you. I just started today and it is nice to know a friendly face at the new company. I will be Mr. Carter's new secretary." and as I told him this his face dropped and he got a funny look like he wanted to warn me right up front but he just closed his mouth and said nothing for a minute. I knew he was afraid for his job but he knew what was going on just by the look on his face.

"Listen Tom, I would like to know where the breakers are on my floor. If the power ever runs out or trip the breakers I want to be able to reset it myself and keep on with my work. My old job had crappy electrical and I got used to re-setting everything myself instead of calling someone nice like you." I told the smiling Tom. I could tell he liked me calling him nice and his smile was genuine.

"I would be glad to help you anytime you need it Karen. Follow me and I show you around" he told me with pride. Tom then proceeded to show me the network closet, power closet and several other important areas of the building I needed to know about. I listened and took in all he showed me while making plans inside my head. Tom was on cloud nine having a pretty woman asking for his knowledge and advice. I asked him about good restaurants in the area for lunch and other small chit chat. Tom told me about his two beautiful daughters and his wife. He left me with a big smile and said to call him any time I needed anything. 

The next day I was ready to jump in with both feet. "Mr. Carter I would like permission to come in on the weekends if possible to finish any of my work from the previous week and get my projects ready for the following week. I don't mind and it also helps me prepare for all next week's business I need to deal with." I told him with a straight face.

He smiled and said to me "Karen your work so far has been outstanding. Everyone at Howard's expects great thing to COME from you. There is no problem with a HARD working employee wanting to do their job better. Keep up the good work!" I could just make out a small smirk on his face as he said the words 'come' and 'hard'. He thought I was not in on his little inside joke. Well we will see who has the last laugh when I am done.

After the day's work I went to my apartment and called my older brother in Arizona. I asked him some questions about security systems he deals with at his work all the time and asked him about some items I needed to buy. I told him what I wanted and he instantly started to ask me questions.

"Karen what do you need this computer tracking stuff for? Why the questions about disabling security systems? Are you in some kind of trouble? You usually deal with the business side of the house, why all the tech questions?" he peppered me in about two seconds.

"Michael, don't get you panties in a bunch. I am trying to help a friend in need and I just thought you were the perfect person to ask. You know me anyways. I have always been the goody two shoes in the family, unlike YOU." I told him as he laughed on the other end of the phone.

We started to talk about my new job and I lied telling him it was great. He sounded relieved and we talked about mostly family stuff from there. 

Just before I ended the call with my brother I asked the real question. "Mike if I needed you to fly to New York and meet me how long of a notice do you need?" I asked him.

"Karen I know you better than you think I do. You are up to something and it has me worried. But to answer your last question I can be there in half a day when you need me. I will drop everything I am doing and come running to help my little sister, you know that. I love you by the way and remember you can talk to me about ANYTHING!" Mike said this as he stressed the 'anything'.

"I know bro, I will talk to you next week. Just order the equipment and send me the bill when you get it. I may need a little advice to hook it all up." I informed him. He told me he would and we finally hung up. 

I put another check mark on my list and thought about my next step. I knew next weekend I would start to get very busy with my new found cause. What I really needed to do was to find the former 'Howard's Whore' who left me the letter. 

Several days had passed and I was ready for my first real attempt to look into what Mr. Carter had in his office. My brother said he would not have the CCTV system set-up on battery because they were using 24 hours surveillance. He also said it was too labor intensive to change the batteries every few days or each week. That was the one flaw in the system that I wanted to exploit. I went down the hall after 6:00pm when everybody had gone home. Mr. Carter usually worked until 4pm and never any later. If you ask me I still wasn't sure what the hell he really did. I opened the power panel and turned off the breakers for my office and Mr. Carter's office.

I went back to my desk and got a few small tools I brought with me in my big handbag. I went into Mr. Carter's office with some hesitation. I started to look in his desk and around the room. I had been in there only a few times but mostly stood at the door or his desk and got orders from him. I started to go through his desk and files. There was still enough light from the windows to let me see without the office lights being powered up.

I noticed a large cabinet and I went to it and opened the top swinging doors. There was a fully stocked bar with a wet sink. It looked very impressive and expensive. He had all the top shelf liquor you could want. The booze was not the cheap stuff. I tried to open the big bottom drawer but it was locked. "Shit" I said out loud to myself. Then I had a great idea.

I looked around his desk and drawers and sure enough found a small key in the very back of his main desk drawer. I took the key and with trembling hands went over to the cabinet. The key fit right in the lock and I opened the drawer and this is what I found. I had figured right about Mr. Carter, he was a trophy collector. You could tell from the sports trophy's he had on his office shelves. Well the drawer was no different.

As I looked down I found over 80 video DVD discs and another hundred professional format video tapes. All were lined up perfect and well labeled. I looked down and the dates were sequential in order. The last set of dates had Mary W. on it. There were about 25 with her name on it alone. It seems she was videotaped more than any of the previous 'Howard's Whores'. That is not to say that the other tapes didn't cover very well many of the former people who have held my position. I took the first 3 discs of the last name written on the cases and went back to my desk. I pulled out a small portable DVD player I use on trips in my car. I put in the first disc and pushed play quickly. I didn't want to be caught reviewing stuff I wasn't even supposed to even know about or see.

You could see on the small screen a beautiful blond with a killer body walking into a big mansion house. The camera was being hand held but peeking around the corner. You could hear Mr. Carter's voice on the disc. "There is my little slut now, though she doesn't even know it yet. As soon as Johnson gives her our special drink she won't know what hit her. I bet she takes on five guys before she realizes what is going on. I love drugging pretty sluts to take advantage of them, especially the hot ones. I get her ass first though then they can gang fuck her all they want after that. Boy do I love July and bonus month!" he said with a big hearty laugh that trailed off into a very weird laugh like the evil scientists do in the movies. It was a very creepy laugh. He continued talking to himself and the camera. "My sales staff gets a lot out of it too. It is almost too easy!" he finished bragging with another big deep laugh. It kind of made your skin crawl when you listened to it.

I pushed pause as a thought came over me. The current month of May was almost over and June was starting. That meant I had less than one month to gather the info I needed before my 'July Bonus Month Party' comes around. I knew what I had to do so I resolved myself to continue. I pushed play and the video started up again. 

The next section showed the camera still hidden around a corner following her around a huge living room. Finally you could see her drinking a glass of champagne while everyone around her toasted to her good health and the great job she was doing. "You will be working at giving out blowjobs in a few minutes my slut". Carter could be heard saying and then laughing on the video.

Surrounded by several men she started to go back and forth like she was dancing with herself and finally passed out in the arms of Mr. Johnson and another guy I recognized from work, passing in the hallway. I only saw Johnson once as he was always on the road selling products and services.

The men lifted her up and brought her outside and stated to carry her towards a clearing with a big oak tree probably over 200 years old. They stopped right in front of the tree and started to strip her naked. She had no idea what was going on as she was passed out real good. They finally lifted her naked body up towards ropes that I had just noticed hanging from the tree. They put her wrists in padded cuffs on each arm. She was now hanging from the tree totally still like a puppet with no puppet master. All the men had taken liberties with her as they had undressed her. They all started to do the same thing again to their new sex toy dangling in front of them.

I watched as several of the older men stripped to nothing and started to attack the body of the passed out Mary Wilson. Just before they really started you could hear Mr. Carter yelling to the crowd, "remember guys, I get her ass first or your all fired." This brought about a huge laugh from the men and they all started to get naked. Soon there was a line to fuck this beautiful unaware creature. Carter handed the camera to someone else and you could see him finally get in front of the camera. He was almost naked by the time he was right next to her.

He looked at her body with lust and contempt. I couldn't tell which emotion was stronger. I watched as he spit on his 10' coke can size dick. It wasn't even all the way hard. And it grew an inch more on the video. He spit on the tip of his cock again and got behind the newly elected 'Howard's Whore'. With no finesse he shoved his monster up her ass. You could see a funny expression on her face like it was painful but her body was asleep and couldn't connect the sensations. 

Carter started to increase his stroke and speed. After about two minutes he had a rhythm going with the guy who was in front fucking her pussy. The man in the front was Johnson and I heard Carter tell him while they started to get a rhythm going "How do you like this year's bonus Johnson? Being the top sales producer has it perks sometimes don't it? Isn't she better than last years? I can't wait to cum in that beautiful ass. I have wanted to butt fuck her since we met. Now it is not fantasy anymore but the real thing." he finished. Johnson never answered at all but just grunted and started to power fuck this Mary W. woman. I could see all the other guys lining up in the background. They seem to be in order of seniority. 


The New Howard's Whore Ch. 01



Just before Carter was finished and ready to blow his load, Mary started to come out of it. She was not with it and she just kept looking around and not registering what was going on. Finally her body started to respond to the cocks in her pussy and ass. I don't think she was with it mentally yet but her body was in it for the ride now. She started to respond to the pounding her body was taking and she started to slightly push back and forth with the cock in her ass and the one in her pussy. I then noticed a big guy fully dressed with a very big professional camera in his hand. He was getting all the action from many angles. He even got a shot from the ground as Carter and Johnson double teamed this beautiful woman.

I made a note of the professional videographer's name and company. Harry Carter kept calling his name telling him what he was looking for. Harry must have thought he was some big porn director. The company name was on the sports shirt of the videographer. I wrote down the date and the type of format used to record the master tapes in Mr. Carter's drawer. I stopped the disc and fast forwarded the disc. It basically showed this Mary W. on a blanket, servicing about 12-15 men. They were doing all sorts of things to her as well as abusing her body and calling her every name in the book.

I had to push stop and think about what that must have been like to show up at a company party function and become the entertainment for the night. I knew also deep down I would have been right where she was if I wasn't warned ahead of time. I now felt I owed this Mary W. a special thank you. I started to think about recording copies of all the discs but I knew there were too many. I decided I would concentrate on Mary W. exclusively for the time being.

I put in the second DVD just to see what was on it. It was basically this Mary W. woman again in Mr. Carter's office. She was bent over the desk and Mr. Carter was just inserting his monster dick inside her ass. You could see the discomfort on her face as the camera caught her expression. She couldn't scream however, because Mr. Simon was getting a slow blow job. He was holding her hair in the back and using it for leverage. He would just direct her mouth wherever he wanted and at any speed and she had to follow. I saw him blow his load right in her face after grunting and calling her a "cum slut". 

Then another guy I never saw before stepped up giving the hand held camera to Mr. Simon. He started to get the same blow job without missing a beat. Mr. Simon then started to video tape the action. They acted like he was a big client by the way they talked. Mary's body had secured a big contract that night and the client wanted to fuck his bonus prize for signing with Howard Industries. He started to abuse her mouth like Mr. Simon had done. 

Finally they moved her to the floor and they both did her. She was lowered onto the client's cock and Mr. Carter just re-inserted his cock back up her ass and they both went to town. She was fucked harder than anyone I had ever seen. They were just getting started though. 'No mercy' was all I could come up with to describe what they were doing to this woman. I turned off the player and felt very sad for this Mary W. person and mad as hell at Mr. Simon and Mr. Carter.

I returned everything back to the cabinet right where I found it. I also noticed that the professional guy must have done the video tapes. They covered the same dates as Carter's personal discs. All the DVD discs seemed to be Mr. Carter's personal stuff he shot. I then went back to my desk and cleaned up my bag of stuff and got ready to go. I went back down the hall and flipped the breakers back on.

I went to my desk and sent an email to my boss that the power went out just before I was ready to go home and Tom from building maintenance helped me fix the problem. I figured if he saw a break in the recorder time code he would know it was the power outage and nothing more. My head was swimming as I left the building. I had a shit load of stuff still to do and I needed to do it all secretly or I would be discovered. I knew my next step was Sally and I was going to meet her tomorrow.

Sally was the record's keeper for Howard Industries. She was detailed and organized. I had heard from the grapevine that if you messed up her system or pissed her off, she could be a powerful enemy at the company. If she liked you, you were in like flint. I knew just how to handle this type of person. The next day I went to Sally's office in the basement. It was a very nice office for being in the basement. The only thing she really needed was a large window. I walked right up to her and introduced myself to her. She extended her hand and I shook it with an exaggerated enthusiasm that I didn't really mean.

"Sally, May I call you Sally?" I asked her quickly.

"Certainly and my I call you Karen?" she asked back.

"Certainly Sally, but before we start I need to give you a compliment. As soon as I walked in this room I knew you had a certain flare for organizing and categorizing. I am very jealous! 

Everyone at the company has told me you are the authority in finding old documents and other useful information as well as outdated paperwork. Seeing your system first hand I can see why they hold you in such high regard." I finished telling the smiling Sally. Her face was one big smile up as soon as the words left my mouth.

"I am a reformed slob myself who has been trying to organize my life ever since. I want my reports and my desk to look as smart as this room." I finished letting her do the talking now.

"Thank you Karen, it is nice to be appreciated for my hard work. So people think I am the authority on records and paperwork huh (talking almost to herself)? Well that is great! I work hard keeping up my system and it has been paying dividends ever since. I can find a document in a few minutes as long as I know a brief description of what you are looking for." Sally told me in a bragging manor.

"Holy cow Sally, if you can keep all this (I said this as I swept my hand slowly across the entire room) organized then you are an amazing person." I finished as I got ready to ask the question I really wanted to ask. If Sally's smile got any wider it would have wrapped around the back of her head.

"Sally the former predecessor in my position was asked to do some accounting figures and account statements. I would like to find the old figures she worked from to see if I can improve on her system or see if I want to do it a different way entirely." I asked her casually.

"Oh that was ... Mary Wilson." Sally said thinking back. Karen could almost see the wheels moving behind her eyes. The M.W. initials fit right in place to Mary Wilson's name. "She was a nice quiet girl but only worked here for about a year. She just left the state or got married or something, I don't know. As I remember she was nice but needed to get more organized." Sally also informed me.

"Well if you could, I would like to see all her financial records she worked on for the entire time she was here. I know it is a big order but I just felt if I wanted to do the best job I can for Howard Industries, I needed to see what she did and try to improve on it. I feel it will only make me a better employee." I told her as she nodded and started to buzz around the room.

Fifteen minutes later I had a big box full of files and correspondence. I promised I would return the file exactly like she gave them to me and she just smiled and said "Don't worry Karen, if a few come back out of order, I will take care of it for you. By the way it was nice to meet such a hard worker for a change at Howard Industries. As I walked out of her office with all the paperwork I needed I just had to smile. A little flattery (though false) goes a long way. I also knew now I had a good friend and ally with Sally.

I brought the entire box to my car trunk and went back to work like nothing happened. After the day was over I got a pizza and then went home. I had a shit load of extra homework to do now and I needed a special person to help. I called my Dad in the mid-west and asked his advice.

"Hello Daddy, it is great to hear your voice. I love you and miss you very much by the way." I told my Dad.

"Karen I was planning on calling you this week anyway. Michael said you were up to something and he sounded worried." my Dad let on. I knew my brother must have called him the minute I got off the line with my brother the last time I called him.

"Dad I am fine but I am helping a friend who really needs it. That is really why I am calling. I want to send to you a box of stuff to review. I think the 'books are being cooked' as you always say. I need to be positive about everything. I would like you to review everything like you do for work. You are the best forensic accountant in the mid-west so I knew just who to call." I finished.

"Karen you have always been able to sweet talk your way into any ones heart, including mine. Send me all the paperwork and I will go over it as soon as it arrives. Karen tell me the truth, are you in any trouble Honey?" he asked me point blank.

"No Dad, I am fine but a good friend needs my help and I plan on giving it to her. I don't want to explain now but I will fill you in as soon as I have more information. The records you will be reviewing are the most important part though and must be kept very secret. I will need a full report that will stand up in court. You know the usual great job you do dad.

I will be sending copies as the originals must be returned in a day or so. Tell me if you need anything additional to do the review." I finally finished with him. We said our goodbyes and I started the long process of making copies of everything. Finally after using my own personal copier at my home desk for the first hour, I slapped myself on the forehead, put it all back in the box and just went to a Kinko's copy center. I had the entire stack done in about two hours. It was even stapled and collated. Just the way my dad likes it, all in order. 

I returned all the paperwork to Sally just as I received it the very next day. Sally smiled at the neat order I brought it back in and said thank you. I told her I owed her lunch sometime and she could collect on the offer anytime. Sure enough a day later she called and told me of a great place to eat a few blocks down. We set plans and had a great lunch. Finally I got to the point for the real reason I wanted to have lunch with her. I thought after a glass of wine or two she might loosen her tongue about some company gossip. She had worked for Howard Industries for the last 22 years and I wasn't disappointed.

Sally was a fountain of information. We must have hit it off real good because she was telling me stuff only the people involved should have known. I started to even take notes but Sally didn't even care. She just kept on until she got to Mr. Carter and Mr. Simon. My ears perked right up as she spilled the dirt on those two real good. I felt like a writer for the National Enquirer. Finally she got to Mr. Unger the CEO. Her claim, though I didn't really doubt it was very farfetched. Somehow I knew it was true from the way Mr. Unger appeared and acted when we have met in the past. Sally caught him by mistake changing into a dress and high heels in his office.

I rolled Sally out of the restaurant after a full bottle of wine and we went back to work. Mr. Carter was just coming back in the building when we arrived at the same time. He gave me my first dirty look ever as he saw who I was with. 

"I need to talk to you later when you get a chance." is all Mr. Carter said to me very calmly. I could tell he was upset by something but was trying not to show it.

I was in his office just a few minutes after that and he started right in on me.

"Karen, we have been very pleased with your performance so far. You seem smart and capable but I need to warn you. Your friend Sally is a bit of a drunk and she loves to gossip, whether it is true or NOT!" he accentuated the last word very strongly.

"Mr. Carter I know just what you mean." I said changing directions at once. "I met her bringing down some records yesterday and she wanted to have lunch today with the new girl so I thought no harm. As soon as she got there she started to talk about everyone at work. I stopped her right there and told her in no uncertain terms that it was information I did not need to know and I didn't like talking behind the backs of others. Sally even started to mention you but I put up my hand and told her to stop right there. I didn't care and I didn't think it was right trading gossip about my employer. You have been nothing short of great to me since I have been here." I added with a smile.

"She also drank like a fish so I don't think I will be socializing with her anymore so you won't have to worry." I added as I finished telling him just what he wanted to hear.

He smiled and said thanks for thinking of the company first. I could tell by his face he was more secure now knowing I cut off Sally from her story telling. I think he was afraid the game might have been up if Sally told me the true score of what was going on with his secretary's position over the last ten years. I think Sally really didn't know what was going on with my position but she knew a shit load of information about all the executives though. After all she was here way before Carter, Simon or Unger came along. She had no friends in the executive side so she would never hear the rumors or hints of trouble.

Things settled down until a week later when Mr. Simon came up to me at my desk.

"Karen what a pleasure it is to see you again. I don't get a chance to work with you much but Harry tells me great things about you. Maybe I will be able to work with you in the future." and as he finished saying this to me and I could see the same smirk that Mr. Carter used when he talks to me. I knew he was really talking about working on me and not with me.

"Mr. Simon I couldn't be happier to be working here." I answered back.

"Great to hear that Karen but you can call me Paul. I try the new hires out in account management. That means we will be giving you several accounts to keep track of and submit financial statements for each project or company. We will start you out with just 3 or 4 and see how you do. We will show you what is expected. Would you consider trying to manage the accounts? This could be a big step in a future promotion for you. You do have some accounting and client management skills correct?" he asked me all at once. I think he was trying to overwhelm me with the new tasks he was assigning.

"I took an accounting course in school and I think I have excellent people skills." I answered back to Paul just what he wanted to hear. I knew he didn't want a real accountant doing the books he was going to be falsifying in the future. 

"Great, we will start next week and I will show you what is expected. I look forward to working with you in the future Karen. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything additional." he finished saying this as he walked away. I knew he had a big shit eating grin when he turned around and walked away from me without even seeing his face.

I thought I played it just right. I pretended to have a little accounting knowledge and not much more. I think they would be worried about me if I came off being too smart about debit and credit figures. If they had actually known I had been helping my Dad do accounting since I was able to count, I would have scared them off. By 8th grade I could pass any the CPA board exam but thought numbers were boring so I never made it my sole career.

I then went in and told Mr. Carter the good news about Paul's offer like I thought I should. I even thanked him for putting in a good word with Mr. Simon.

"I knew you were the perfect fit the first time I LAID eyes on you." he told me. Again he stressed the word 'LAID' very hard when he spoke to me. I knew he had that same smirk somewhere under underneath that calm face he wore.

Well later that night I got a call from my Dad. He said he was doing good but needed one more thing. He told me the final statements used to balance the accounts were not included and were way off from the initial ones. He told me it looked like someone was adding figures to accounts already finished and accounted for in the books. He said he also needed the final tax statements for each of the companies mentioned. He also wanted the original rough balance sheets for each of the companies listed. With both of these he could tell exactly who was doing what.

The next day I waited for Mr. Carter to go to his weekly Wednesday scheduled business meeting. Sally told me he was really going to a brothel on the east side of town run by a Vietnamese Madame. He liked the oriental working girls from what Sally told me. She had a wide knowledge on almost every vice each person in the company had. She seemed to never be wrong though!

I went down to Sally's desk and said hello. It had been a few days since we went to lunch and I thanked her for a good time. I am not sure she even remembered spilling all the beans on all the Howard executives and staff. 

She thanked me for a great time and said we should do it again sometime soon. I told her no problem as I wanted to keep on her good side. I said nothing of Mr. Carter's dislike of her or my companionship with her. I needed certain documents but knew it would raise red flags in her mind if I asked for client tax records and their final figures for last year.

"Sally I am going to work a few weekends to get caught up and get ready for the summer rush. I am going to need access to your files to keep reviewing Mary's whatever her name is, work?" I asked her as she nodded in agreement. I played dumb about knowing anything about Mary.

"For you Karen, you can have anything you need. I keep my extra key in my bottom left drawer in the breath mint tin. Don't give out my secret key location and don't mess up my system!" She gave me a scary look for a few seconds that made me want to stand back but then she started to laugh and couldn't keep a straight face. "Sorry Karen but I couldn't help myself. Everyone here thinks I am such a hard ass but I am really very nice. I just don't want anyone messing with my filing system." she finished with me in a soft tone.

"Sally I would never mess up a single paper in such a great system. I would however like a small file tour so I know where the different files are for the same company reports. I want to cross check the figures sometime with the profit statements of the company. It is a total pain in the ass but I am told it must be done by the higher ups. You know the type!" I finished as Sally nodded in agreement with me.

For the next 15 minutes she showed me where to find tax records, financial sheets for Howard and their customers as well as anything I might need. She showed me how her computer system worked, her secret password so I could retrieve any documents I needed and know where they were filed. I thanked her again and told her I would owe her a big fancy dinner sometime. I didn't want to be seen with her by Mr. Carter during the day. I figured she would like that as I didn't think she had a man in her life. I never even thought to ask her though.

I waited till the following weekend and found everything my father needed. I reviewed the papers myself very quickly and even my semi-trained eye could tell what was going on. Whoever falsified the documents was putting the money in their own pocket. I did a little more digging and found that Carter, Simon and Unger all had a hand in the deception signing false paperwork. I made all the copies necessary and went for the last piece of information I needed.




The New Howard's Whore Ch. 01



In one of the old tax drawers I found what I needed. It was the last known address of Mary Wilson. I wanted to talk to her after my Dad's report was final. I also needed to talk to Mary and tell her of my overall plans. She was very important to them. Her new address was in Massachusetts. I knew next week I would be driving up to Boston. I felt it only fitting I use the Howard car and gas credit card for the road trip but then I remembered the GPS on the car and didn't want to risk it. I also didn't want to give them anything that they could legitimately use on me later. So I sadly made plans to rent another car for next weekend.

Three days later my Dad called and gave me the good news. All three men had signed off on false reports and tax statements. There was a big sloppy paper trail with their fingerprints all over them. My Dad even said he could testify when the times comes. I thanked him and asked for a formal written report that will stand up in court. He also said that because of the work I do for Howard's it was alright to have an independent outside firm review all the financial statements. That way I could not be accused of giving out trade secrets, customer information or financial information to the public. The fact that the reviewing company was owned by my Dad didn't even bother me.

I now needed to go see Mary Wilson in Boston. I loved the city but the big hub circle that everyone in Boston drives on still scared me. Everyone in New England drives like they lost their minds. Maybe it was just me but I knew it wasn't.

The drive took me about five hours and I arrived there safely just after 2:00pm on a Saturday. I had no phone number and only this address. It was a small apartment in a not so nice section in the south side. I parked my car and went right up to the apartment building.

I noticed Mary Wilson's name on the mail box so she must still live here I thought. I didn't even know if she was at home or even around this weekend. Just as I was about to ring the bell a lovely blond woman came out of the front door of the apt complex. I recognized her right away from the videos Mr. Carter had of her. She was beautiful but it looked like sadness had taken its toll on her smile and looks. She had a defeated look is the only way to describe it.

"Hello Mary Wilson?" I asked her. She looked defensive at first and asked what I wanted with Mary.

"Mary I know it is you. I need to talk to you about your last job at Howards." I replied back. I could see her face fall and she automatically became defensive.

"I no longer work for them and I do not wish to discuss it with anyone!" she told me as more of a final statement than an answer. She turned away from me and started to leave.

"You don't have time for the new Howard's Whore then?" I asked her quickly.

She turned around and just looked at me saying nothing.

"Mary my name is Karen and you warned me about Howard Industries in your letter and I took your advice. I just wanted to say thank you and tell you what I have come up with to get them back for you." I answered right back to her. I could see her still stopped in her tracks looking right at me. She then looked me right in the eye and just started to cry. Somehow she ushered us both back into her small apartment and she just collapsed on the couch crying. I don't think she ever got over the disgrace her last job had caused her. I gave her a minute to gain her composure as I put my arm around her.

"You are the new Howard's Whore?" Mary finally asked me with some surprise as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Yep, and they have started to do all the things you said they would. I have about 4-5 weeks left before I am invited to their 'July Bonus' party. Believe it or not I plan on going." I told the startled Mary.

"NO! They will rape you and set you up to blackmail you. They can't be trusted at all!" Mary almost yelled at me. 

I just smiled and she had a funny look on her face like I was insane. "Don't worry Mary I have everything well planned out." I told her. I started to tell her of my plans for the executives, their business bonus party and several other things only her and I knew of right now. Mary started to smile from ear to ear. She loved and wanted to be in on everything if it meant getting back at everyone who abused her at Howard Industries. There was going to be some major ass kicking going on and I wouldn't be the only one doing it now. 

The only part she didn't like was what I planned on doing at the party. She thought it was dangerous but she knew after I explained it all that it was what needed to be done. I explained about my security surprises and all the other plans I had. She started to laugh and couldn't stop. She was in stiches and she had me going now. Finally we calmed down and she just sighed.

"Karen that is the first time I have really laughed in over a year and a half. Thank you for thinking of me and helping me. I know you didn't have to help but I am glad you did." she told me honestly.

"Mary when we are done you might just be able to hold your head up high again and even move to a better place. I know if you didn't write me that letter I would be right were you were last year, helpless and alone. Well you are not alone anymore and I am personally going to see you get some justice." I told and thanked her at the same time.

"Mary you will need to go back to New York after all this crap is over and testify in court against the executives at Howard Industries. That could mean all the video tapes and everything else will come out in the public. My Dad will be able to prove fraud, tax evasion, embezzling, and many other corporate crimes. The evidence of their rape and blackmail will bury the lot of them." I reminded Mary of the people she needed to confront. "The video material is very important, especially the stuff shot by Mr. Carter himself. I can't believe how stupid he was on those tapes. I hope the tapes bury him if the financial stuff does not." I informed her.

"Karen I don't know if I am going to be at the annual July 'Bonus Party' being held at Mr. Carter's estate house. The thought of that place and even those men make me ill. I am not sure I am up to it mentally. I plan on supporting you and watching your back though, where ever I can. We whores have to stay together you know." and she said this as we both started to laugh for a long time. I was glad I made the trip to Boston to see Mary. Her change in attitude was nothing short of miraculous. 

We talked on the phone almost every day (only at home and at night) and made our plans. I started thinking of Mary as the sister I never had. We became close as the weeks went past. The July 'Bonus Party' was fast approaching and I had many things still to do. 

As soon as I got the invitation in an email for the party (I already knew ahead of time because of tracking software I put on Mr. Carter's computer) I called my brother to help me out. I was going to ask a huge favor from him and told him of the dates I needed him in town. I also informed him about several other plans I was preparing and he was a little surprised. I told him I would give him all the details only when he was in New York at my apartment. I knew curiosity and the urge to protect his little sister was very strong.

I now made the call I was putting off. I did my homework and if I was right I was home free; if I was wrong the whole thing would blow up in my face and the entire group at Howards would get away with years of abuse. I crossed my fingers and dialed the number.

END of Part 1 of 2 



The New Howard's Whore Ch. 02



Note: As promised this is Part 2 of 2. This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. Characters are over 18 years old and are also fictional (yep, made them up too). No words were hurt in the writing of this story. I would like to thank my literary fact checker for an excellent editing job and his good sound advice. I will only read constructive feedback so name callers need not apply. Enjoy the story and practice safe sex. 

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Karen's trip to Canada went great. She was unsure on the flight all the way there but her reception was overwhelming. A limo driver with her name on a sign picked her up at the Toronto Airport and brought her to the hotel to check in. The driver said they were expected in about an hour at the corporate suites downtown. The building was huge as the limo pulled up to the curb. He got out and opened the door.

"Please go to the twentieth floor Ms. Jones. Ask for Tanya, she is Mr. Holliday's assistant." the driver informed me.

"Thank you very much. Do I call a cab when I am done?" I asked the surprised looking driver.

"No Ms. Jones! You do not take a taxi or spend a dime while you are here. My tip has even been taken care of already. The only thing I was to do was make sure you were happy in Toronto and make sure you are at the meeting on time. Those were Mr. Holliday's personal instructions to me. All your hotel food, bar tab and your room are also taken care of." he also informed me.

"Well I want to thank you Robert. I might want a site seeing tour later if you are up to it." I could tell by his eyes what he really wanted to do later but he just smiled and said that would be great fun. He was tall and handsome. He had no wedding ring on his finger and he had a muscular body. His eyes said much more than I think he wanted to reveal. I think mine did too.

He helped me with a big box of paperwork I brought from New York with me. After bringing me to the 20th floor he said his goodbyes and told Tonya to call and he would be ready when they were all done with their meeting. I was then escorted into a very nice office that was very personable. There were pictures of family, sports stars and movie stars all over the walls. Mr. Holliday must have known many of them closely. Everyone was signed to Harvey with love or affection or just plain admiration.

I was only there for a few minutes when a heavy set man I recognized from the pictures on the wall came into the room. He had added a few pounds since some of the pictures were taken but he looked just as young in the face. He had a wide warm smile and you had to like this guy from the start. If he was a confidence man I thought to myself, he would have already had my money gone and spent. He just had an air about him. He seemed to give out a good vibe in general.

"Karen Jones it is a pleasure to meet you. I want to first thank you for your confidence in me concerning this whole matter. I know you could have gone right to the police and the IRS but you chose to go through the proper channels and I admire that. At first I thought you wanted some kind of hush money or something but the more you talked about this woman... Mary Wilson, it made me want to cry. I have several daughters her age and I wouldn't want anything to happen to them like what happened to your friend." Harvey told me honestly.

"Howard Industries is now owned by me and my family's holding company. We bought the parent company of Howard Industries last year but we haven't even had a chance to shake the tree at the parent company much less any of the smaller companies like Howard Industries. I will be doing that sooner than they realize though." he hinted to me. I knew this guy was for real and not a bullshit artist.

"Karen could you show me all your paperwork you brought with you? I want a full update and what you think is needed. Then I would like to get down to the real business at hand. How do we make this right for Mary and you while taking care of the foxes in the hen house so to speak? I don't like being associated with any of this kind of nonsense. Besides my wife would kill me if she found out I didn't do anything to stop this. She is the one I am really afraid of Karen." he said this as he made a mock horror face which just made me crack up. "Don't tell my wife I said that though." he added at the end with a wry smile.

I proceeded to show him the letter Mary left me my first day at work. When he was done reading it he actually started to cry. I gave him a minute to compose himself and I kept right on like nothing happened. I think he liked the fact that I just went on and didn't make a big deal of it. I could tell he was genuinely moved by the letter Mary penned.

I showed him all the financial papers and the report my Dad had prepared for me. I felt like it would be used in the future and I was proud of that.

"This Thomas Jones who did the report, is he related to you Karen?" he asked me wisely.

"Yes, he is my Father. He is an excellent forensic accountant in the mid-west of the USA. I asked him as a personal favor to do the report for me and make it so I could use it in court. He does this type of stuff all the time." I finished telling Mr. Holliday.

"I am very impressed with his work. The report is very factual and well written. You must think highly of him, please thank him for me for doing such a good job. A report like this could cost thousands to have done." he informed me. 

I never really thought about my Father's business but I was very proud now. I guess I never realized the value of his work as a whole either. I realized it then and I was even prouder then I was earlier. Mr. Holiday made me come back to earth and to the problem at hand.

"Karen you said you had some video to show me? I would like to see it now and decide what to do with it myself. I don't want Mary to be exposed or ridiculed in the public eye. She does not deserve that, no one does." he finished as I pulled out the disc of Mr. Carter's private DVD he made of Mary at the 'Bonus Party' at his house.

He watched as I put in the disc and he grabbed the remote off his desk and sat beside me looking at a plasma TV in-set in a nice furniture cabinet. The picture roared to life and I stared to watch the footage with Mr. Holliday. He listened to all the comments Mr. Carter was making on the camera microphone. I started to watch him more than the screen and I could see he was uncomfortable with what was going on and what was going to happen next. As soon as Mary was tied to the tree he hit stop and looked at me. "It gets worse doesn't it?" he asked me in a totally quiet room. All I could do was nod my head yes sadly. He then stood up and he went back behind his desk.

"Karen now for the real question, what do you want me to do? I know what you want but how are you going to pull this off and what help can I lend you." he asked me.

I started to smile and I told him my entire plan. He started to raise his eyebrows at the middle part but I put him at ease when I told him the rest of my plan.

"Holy shit Karen. Remind me to never piss you off. Or if I do at least give me a good five minute head start." he said as we both started laughing. We then started to go over my plan in detail. I hadn't realized it but I had been in the meeting for over two hours. Finally I felt satisfied with the progress I made and Mr. Holliday's attitude on the whole situation. Finally we called it a night. He thanked me and said my plane would be leaving at noon tomorrow. Robert would be dropping me off at the airport. Tonya called him after the meeting and he was waiting downstairs outside the building for me. 

He opened the door for me and ushered me in the limo. "Where would you like to go tonight?" he asked me as he started to drive away into traffic.

"I would like to have some dinner, I didn't eat much before the plane ride and that meeting took over two hours. I would like to just eat something and just put my feet up. It seems like a long day what with the traveling and the meeting here in Toronto." I said.

Finally we settled on a small French restaurant Robert heard of. He told me he would be waiting and to take my time.

"Excuse me but I was told your job was to make me happy. If you think I am eating dinner alone tonight I will have you fired before morning!" I said with as much conviction I could muster but I finally broke down and started to laugh. I was in a good mood and it was fun to bust on this hot looking guy.

"Karen I would love to accompany you to dinner. Let me park the limo out of the way and I will join you." he answered back. 

He went to the limo and just before he jumped in I told him "lose the hat by the way!" with a big smile.

"No problem Karen, I hate that hat anyway but it is part of the uniform." and with that he parked the car and met right back up with me. He extended his arm and I accepted as we entered the beautiful French restaurant. Dinner and the conversation were superb. 

I found out Robert was once married but his wife ran off with his ex-best friend. He had been dating on and off since then. I told him I was engaged last year for a short time but the goof couldn't keep it in his pants so I had to call it off. I think I was lucky come to think of it. The guy was a born skirt chaser.

Finally he brought me back to my hotel. It looked beautiful at night with all the lights. I was feeling great from the meeting earlier, the dinner, the wine and the nice conversation with Robert. I realized how long it had been since I was with a man. I decided right then and there he was going to be all mine tonight.

"Robert, you are almost done for the night. I need one more thing to make me happy tonight. Your job description is to make me happy tonight, right?" I asked him. He just gave me a confused look and nodded his head.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the lobby. A goofy smile arrived on his face and he just followed. He even forgot he left the limo in front of the hotel until we were in my hotel room.

"Shit the limo! I can't leave the car in front of the hotel. I'll be right back, I promise!" he said as he ran out the door swearing up a storm. He could hear my laughter as he ran out. He came right back and apologized for the lapse in memory.

I just smiled and got up from the bed. We met in the middle of the room and started to kiss passionately with gusto. That started a night I will never forget. I am sure Robert will remember it until he is old and gray also.

I lost track of the number of times I came that night. Robert came at least three times that I remember. We were a flurry of sexual activity all night and did it in any position we could think of. We didn't get to sleep until almost 5:00am in the morning. We slept for about 3 or 4 hours and we took a shower together and fucked each other slowly with passion one last time. Then he drove me to the airport but I sat in the front with him. I felt funny riding in the back after I just fucked the daylight out of this guy. I kissed him goodbye at the terminal and he asked if I would ever be in Toronto again?

"I think I will be here sooner than you think" I told Robert as he gave me a questioning look.

"Here is my name, full address, email address and my cell number. Please give me a call if you EVER come back to Toronto. You are the best, most beautiful client I have driven around. You will be in my dreams for some time to come so thank you from the bottom of my heart." he added as he kissed me hard and long one more time. He turned away from me and just as he was leaving I thought I saw him wipe a tear from his eye. I knew I would remember him also for a long while.

I traveled back to N.Y. with a big smile on my face and finally got back to the apartment. I saw the phone messages lighting up so I checked my messages. There were three calls from my Dad. I called him right back and didn't listen to any of the messages he left.

"Hello Dad, I saw you called me this weekend. I was in Canada on some business stuff I am dealing with and I just got in." I told him.

"Was your business with a Mr. Harvey Holliday?" he asked me quietly. 

I didn't answer right away. My mind went to panic mode. Could this nice Mr. Holliday have really fooled me and he was saving his company's ass by going after my father for the report he did for me. All these thought were going a mile a minute and all I could say was "Yes."

"Well thank you for the business!" he said all excited. "This guy emails me with a wire money transfer account from a Canadian bank in my name. It was for $50,000! I thought it was one of those Nigerian prince email scams you hear about until he mentioned you in his email. He thought you were something special, no if ands or buts about it. I will send you a copy to see what he wrote about you later. Well he sent me a nice note with a contract to do more of his business. I checked him out and it seems he is papered and he owns a shit load of companies in Canada and America. He may just develop into my best or maybe only client. I don't know how to thank you Karen." he added at the end.

"Dad the happiness in your voice is payment enough. Harvey liked your work when I showed him your report but he did all that other stuff on his own. Though I could have already told him you were the best in the country at what you do. Besides, you are a great Dad and that's what really matters. I love you very much and good luck with the new business ventures." I finished with him. 

"Oh by the way, Michael is coming to visit me for a week or so real soon. I will have him call you when he gets in town. He is helping me out with a project I am working on." I informed my Dad.

"Well Karen, be careful with your 'project'." he said to me. "Mike has only hinted to me a little of your plans but I am not sure I like whatever it is. I do know that Mike will take good care of you. He didn't get in the Secret Service or his present security company position by being a wimp. Just be careful. I love you Karen and goodnight." he finished as we both hung up the phone. I was glad Dad was going to get some business out of this, I was just a little afraid of the future plans I had put into place. Thinking about Mary Wilson made my resolve even more determined though. I knew it would be over soon.

Two days later it was Tuesday July 3 and the party was to be on Friday July the 13th (Friday the 13th of all days!). That left me with a week and a half of planning to do. Just as I was about to go over my list I noticed two men enter the office. They both came up to me and introduced themselves as Mr. Seller and Mr. Otis. They were new sales staff sent from the home office. Mr. Seller was short and heavy set. He had a nice face and curious eyes. Mr. Otis was very tall and handsome. He carried himself with grace not seen in a man his height. Both were there to see Mr. Carter.

"Gentlemen if you will follow me I will show you into Mr. Carter's office. Would either of you like a beverage or something?" They both declined and I brought them into Mr. Carter's office. He was just finishing up some work at his desk (I really think he was acting about doing work) because to this day I am still not sure what he was responsible for. After a few quiet seconds he looked up and told the men to sit down after getting up to shake their hands. After the introductions he got right to business.

"Corporate has requested me to make a place for you both on my sales team. I don't know your credentials but I run a tight ship here. I control the sales staff and you listen to my orders, not the other way around. At Howard Industries I make the rules and you don't break them." Both the men just looked at each other and nodded in agreement with Mr. Carter.

"Ok now that we got that straight, let's get down to business. Mr. Seller you will work with Johnson on the west coast accounts. He is a good man and one of our top producers. Mr. Otis you will be assigned to Mr. Mayberry who handles our east coast accounts. You will report to them and they will report to me. Now I know you know someone at corporate or someone owed you two a favor but don't get excited. Only Mr. Simon and Mr. Usher can override my orders, and they usually won't. 

So do your best and work real hard. If I see you have an aptitude for sales in our markets you will be doing just fine. If you become dead weight I don't care who you know. You will be out of here in a New York minute. So if I have made myself clear, get the hell out of my office and make Howard industries some money!" he finished as he went back to his desk and ignored the two men until they got up and left quietly.

As they were both were leaving my office I could hear them say to one another "What an asshole!"

Mr. Carter must have made a good first impression on both men. They both looked like they wanted to punch him out but they just left quietly. Right after that Mr. Carter came out to my desk to vent.

"Do you believe that Karen. Corporate is now sending me untested sales people to train. My staff doesn't have time to hold someone's hand and show them the ropes. I don't care who they know at corporate because I will send them packing at the first sign of trouble." he finished telling me as he walked back into his office. I could tell he didn't like being told who to hire at the company.

I didn't see the two new sales men for over a week. They were traveling around with their respective trainers at the company. Mr. Carter was getting good reports on both of them and the word was that they seemed really good at their jobs. Somehow Mr. Seller had some connections in Canada and got some business contracts from a USA and Canadian company worth over two million. This last report on his sales figures made Mr. Carter very happy and he changed his tune about Mr. Seller. Mr. Otis was doing just as good but the contracts were somewhat smaller but added up to over a million. Mr. Carter wanted them both on his team permanently. On the Wednesday before the party, Mr. Carter invited both Mr. Seller and Mr. Otis into his office and told them about his 'Bonus Party' at his estate. He hinted that the top producers got to fuck some slut any way they wanted at the party. Both guys smiled and said they would be going stag and they all laughed together.

"Tell you what, I am a good judge of character and I think you guys are alright. Let me show you something on the TV screen. He reached into his big drawer under the liquor cabinet after unlocking it and pulled out a disc he recorded from last year's party. He chaptered ahead to the middle and you could see Mary Wilson getting gang fucked on a blanket by the Howard Industries executive staff in front of the big tree. About six guys were attacking all her holes at once. Mr. Carter let it play for a few more seconds and pushed stop.

"That gentlemen, is what a top producer at Howard Industries can have if they work hard. There is a financial bonus of course but the party is always the highlight of the year. Later on the slut of the day will be available to fuck you at your beckon call, all year round. That is as long as you are still producing good sales numbers." he added at the end.

"No offense Mr. Carter but I don't want to fuck a hooker. They have diseases and are very nasty." Mr. Seller told Mr. Carter.

"Mr. Seller, may I call you Harvey?" he asked the man. Mr. Seller just nodded and didn't interrupt.

"Harvey this selected slut comes from right here at the company. We have already chosen a new slut of the year and we always make sure we get 'the goods on her' as they say. We control the woman by blackmail and she will have to do anything we want. Just think if you were to have a client fuck her sometime. That can be great for business or closing a deal don't you think?" he asked the two new executives with a perverted smile on his face. "In fact you saw the new party girl on the way in." he hinted to them both.




The New Howard's Whore Ch. 02



They both got a surprised look on their faces and looked towards the closed office door that had Karen working behind it. "You mean I can have sex with your secretary, any time? Holy shit, where do I sign up Mr. Carter?" Mr. Seller added with excitement. "But what do you have on her to make her do all the things you say she will do?" he asked Mr. Carter bluntly.

"We have some false accounting paperwork, fake gas credit card receipts and any personal information on her we can use. Trust me gentlemen I know what I am doing. For the last ten years since I have been here, there has been a new Howard's Whore every year. This year will be no exception. You just need to know how to play these sluts and they are all yours." he told the smiling men. 

Both men just looked at each other and smiled. They both did a high five and thanked Mr. Carter for the party invitation and the information. They were very animated as they left the office. They both looked at Karen for a second on the way out. You couldn't tell what they were thinking from their facial expressions. Karen paid no attention to them leaving and continued on with her work.

When Karen finally arrived home after work she called Mary Wilson and talked to her for almost an hour. She informed her of all that had occurred and what was planned. Finally Mary wished me luck on Friday and we hung up. I was getting nervous about the party but I knew I must go through with it, no matter what happened.

Finally Friday came, the day of the party. I woke up nervous as hell. I went to work as normal and after an hour or so Mr. Carter came in the office from the outer hallway. He was in an animated discussion with the main accounting guy at the company. I knew the theatre in the hallway was just that, theatre. He gave me a funny look as he entered the office and told me to meet me in his office in about 5 minutes. As soon as he closed the door I knew what he wanted to tell me. He made a big show with the company accountant in front of me for a reason.

Five minutes later I entered Mr. Carter's office and he instructed me to sit down in the chair opposite his desk. He tried to look worried or pissed off but his acting abilities were very poor. He had a gleam in his eye you see on a kid as he runs to the tree at Christmas. That look in his eye couldn't be hidden. 

"Karen I have had some troubling news from our accounting department. It seems that the four accounts you oversee are missing money. We have your signatures on all the paperwork but the figures don't match. Would you care to explain what is going on?" he asked me with a pretend worried tone.

I paused for a second to add to the drama. I knew just how to play it. I looked real nervous and started to talk real fast.

"Mr. Carter I would never steal from the company. There has to be a mistake. I did everything I was told to do. I signed the figure sheet after checking the numbers I was given. It has to be a mistake!" I started to plead. 

I was very impressed with my acting. Maybe I missed my calling. As I was thinking this Mr. Carter hit me with the next one.

"Karen it has also come to my attention that excessive cash withdrawals are showing up against your company credit card over the last few months. They have really added up to tens of thousands of dollars in charges. I can't believe you are such a dishonest slut! Do you think we are so stupid here at the company not to notice you stealing from us? Huh, you dumb bitch!" he said sarcastically to me almost shouting, not waiting for an answer. His tone changed dramatically from the sweet concerned voice he used just a few minutes ago. 

"Now Karen I can't have a dishonest bitch working for me. I am not sure what to do. I should call the police right now. Maybe jail time and public embarrassment are just what you need?" he hinted at the end as his hand went to the phone. He was looking for my reaction and I gave him just what he wanted. I waited until he dialed the first number on the phone and started to cry.

"Oh please don't call the police Mr. Carter. There has to be a mistake. I don't understand what happened. I know I didn't do any of the things you said." I told him this as I pleaded and cried. I really put my hand in front of my eyes to make it look like I was crying. I then pinched my leg really hard with my nails and tears did well up. I then told him what he wanted to hear. 

"Please Mr. Carter I will do ANYTHING to clear this up. It has to be a mistake, it has to be. I can't go to jail." I told him this as I cried even more. I briefly looked up at him between my fingers and I could see that bastard smiling when I said it. The only word he heard me say was 'ANYTHING'. He thought he had me where he wanted me.

He put the phone down and looked right at me. "Tell you what Karen. I still want you to go to the party tonight. In fact I expect you to be there. Put on your hottest dress and heels. If you impress the staff tonight in your own special way we might be able to work something out. We will just have to see what happens tonight and how cooperative you are. If you are not there however, I will call the police after 7:00pm, SHARP! Until then I will think about your situation and consult Mr. Simon and Mr. Unger. We might be able to come to some UNDERSTANDING but I need to talk to my partners first. I do think you are FUCKING HOT and I don't want to see a nice piece of ass like yours go to JAIL!" he emphasized the last word so I would not forget he had something to hold over me.

As I left his office, I told him I would be at the party by 7:00pm in a defeated tone. I knew he was smiling ear to ear knowing he had just secured a new Howard's Whore. I had just as big a smile knowing what I had in store for him tonight.

Mr. Carter left early that day and reminded me to be at his house tonight before 7:00pm. He was whistling when he left the office. His tune would soon change.

At 5:00pm I called it a day. I left 2 big boxes of Mary Wilson's paperwork and copies of her letter on my desk. I smiled as I left knowing at 7:00pm tonight while everyone was at the party the building was going to be raided by the IRS, the FBI, local prosecutors and local law enforcement departments. Mr. Holliday signed all the paperwork for them to enter the premises legally at 7:00pm and take whatever files, documents, hard drives or video files they needed. I suppose it didn't hurt them that I gave them a detailed list of what to look for and where to find it, especially the video drawer in Mr. Carter's office. I knew the video tapes alone would land him some serious jail time. He also had 24 hours audio and video surveillance going on in his office. What an idiot!

If Mr. Carter thought of it he just admitted to fraud, blackmail and sexual misconduct on Wednesday with Mr. Seller and Mr. Otis. He also committed fraud and blackmail trying to get me to the party and bend to his will.

I needed to get home and change into my best little black dress and my 4" heels. I also picked out some really nice undergarments so I didn't look cheap. Finally in my bedroom mirror I looked at myself. I did look hot but I was driven now. I wanted justice not just for Mary but for myself. I couldn't believe these assholes were actually going to try and blackmail me. They were trying to fuck with me now (literally) and I was going to have no part in it, except to end it. I jumped into the company car I thought for the last time and went to the address Mr. Carter had given me.

The house was huge as I pulled up to the half circle driveway and pulled up to the front door. A valet was there and he took my keys as he invited me inside. I watched him drive away to park the car and I prepared to go in. It was probably one of the bravest things I ever did. I know I was somewhat protected but I was going to let these men rape me. Well try to at least.

I went in and was greeted by several of the sales staff that I knew from the building but I was really never introduced formally. They all knew my name though. I looked around and found the house as big as an airport terminal. It had very expensive antiques and oriental rugs. The party was just starting and everyone had a drink in their hand. I was the only female there. Finally Mr. Carter came up to me and thanked me for showing up tonight. He commented on how hot I looked and I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes. He didn't try to hide it at all.

"Everyone I would like to propose a toast so please everyone gather around for a minute." Mr. Carter said to the room at large. Everyone at the party gathered around Mr. Carter and me. Mr. Johnson came up behind me and already had a glass of champagne ready for me. He looked at Mr. Carter with a knowing nod. I don't think they realized I saw the signal between them. Just as Mr. Carter was about to toast several things happened. Mr. Otis was now standing right beside me also with a matching glass of champagne. It looked like Mr. Carter was about to speak when Mr. Seller spoke right up. Everyone turned to see who was interrupting Mr. Carter.

"I think we should first toast Mr. Carter for this great party and the party favors we will be having later." Mr. Seller told the crowd gathered around me. Everyone cheered in agreement. Mr. Carter looked right at me when he said 'party favors' and started to smile. "I know I am the new guy here but I must say it has been an eye opener to work for such a person as Mr. Carter." Everyone cheered again. Everyone in the room then took a sip including myself. Mr. Carter stepped up to say something and the room went quiet.

"Thank you Harvey for those nice words. I want to first toast all the executives here and thank them for a wonderful year. We did a bang up business and the second quarterly reports are better than ever, thanks to the wonderful work of Mr. Johnson, Mr. Seller, Mr. Mayberry and Mr. Otis." he said with pride like he did it all himself. Everyone took another sip including me. Many of the guys were watching if I was going to finish my glass of champagne.

"I would especially thank one of the hottest secretaries this side of the Hudson. Karen you have been a great worker and everyone is looking forward to many great things to COME. To Karen!" he finished as I drained my glass. I waited for a minute or so and started to act just like Mary did last year at the same party. I went back and forth like I was on a rocking boat. I passed out right in the arms of Mr. Johnson.

Without another word he threw me over his shoulder firemen style and started to carry me outside all the time feeling up my ass and legs. Everyone was following him like he was the pied piper. Mr. Carter was at the end of the crowd bragging to Mr. Mayberry how easy it is to find a new Howard's Whore. He was telling him that next year he thought he would need two secretaries instead of one. They both laughed real hard at Mr. Carter's comment.

Finally I was taken to the big oak tree with ropes hanging down. I was stripped by Mr. Johnson down to my underwear and attached to the ropes. The guys were all chanting "Take it off!" over and over again. Mr. Johnson just stepped back and offered Mr. Carter the prize of taking my black panties and matching bra off. 

Mr. Carter stepped up and ripped off my bra breaking the claps in the back as well as the straps. That hurt like hell but I just hung there waiting. He then slowly started to pull down my underwear. As he did this the crowd started to hum and sing the 'Stripper Song' by Dave Rose. I had always heard the tune but never imagined it being sung on me while 20 or so guys were going to gang rape me. Finally I was there hanging from ropes totally naked. I was more pissed off than embarrassed. 

All the men cheered but Mr. Otis and Mr. Seller. They both had a weird look on their faces. Mr. Carter then started to strip naked. This was cue for everyone else to get naked, take part in my gang rape and enjoy the services of the new Howard's Whore. Just as Mr. Carter was announcing he was to fuck me in the ass first, he reached out to grab me. All of a sudden Mr. Otis grabbed his hand. For a second Mr. Carter didn't understand and thought that Mr. Otis wanted to have her first. He couldn't have been more wrong.

In a flash Mr. Otis had a very large gun pointed right in Mr. Carter's face. He just looked like he got sucker punched in the stomach and I heard my brother (Mr. Otis) yell "FREEZE!!!" in a commanding voice. He was pissed that these assholes were going to rape me, his sister! I have seen him mad before but never ever like I saw him that day. Mr. Carter was a big guy but my brother Mike was bigger. 

Mr. Carter just stood there looking when all of a sudden his property was invaded by local and state police. I had no idea where the hell they came from but they made me feel great. The cavalry had arrived. Mike still pointing the gun at Mr. Carter managed to remove his coat. By then the police had almost got to Mr. Carter. My brother then unattached the ropes and put his jacket around me.

My brother Mike then told all the other naked sales staff to stay right where they were and not to get dressed. Mr. Carter tried to move sideways to get away quickly and my brother just looked at him and said "I hope you do try to run, go ahead scumbag!" Carter froze right in his tracks. I knew if the gun didn't scare him the look on my brother's face would.

When all the men were told to put only their underwear on they all protested. The chief of police said with a laugh it would be easier to frisk each person. As they were lined up a paddy wagon was pulling up in the back yard. Mr. Seller (Harvey Holliday) addressed the crowd of twenty or so men all in their underwear, especially Mr. Carter.

"Gentlemen, my real name is Harvey Holliday and I am the owner of Howard Industries." When he said this everything went quiet. Even Mr. Carter looked stunned. The other man helping me is non-other than Karen Jones's brother Michael Jones." At this revelation all the men looked at Michael and then at me. A look of 'I just got burned by you three' appeared over their faces, especially Mr. Carter's.

I was never really drugged. My brother switched glasses with me when Mr. Seller interrupted Mr. Carter's toast. He also had the presence of mind to put aside the glass I was given. He put an evidence sticker on it with his initials. Whatever drug they tried to use on me, he wanted it tested.

"As of this minute you are all fired!" he let the sentence hang in the air and all you could hear was the breeze. "I will prosecute everyone here to the full extent of the law. I have also told the state and local police about the former 'Howard's Whores' Mr. Carter has procured over the years." Mr. Carter was looking right at him as he said it.

"I really want to thank Mr. Carter here for being so stupid. I have never seen a more pathetic crook in my life. You even gift wrapped all the evidence. Oh by the way at 7:00pm tonight I had the FBI and the IRS raid Howard Industries company files as well as your office drawer with all the tapes in it. Yes Mr. Carter now you are the one who is truly fucked. How does it feel?" Mr. Holliday asked rhetorically just looking at Mr. Carter who had his mouth open and a stupid expression on his face. I think his brain was in denial.

"Listen here this is private property and you have no right here." Mr. Carter started to say but was interrupted by Harvey again.

"Mr. Carter you invited Michael and myself to your house tonight for a party. I have everything on tape, we both were wearing a wire. In fact you also have everything on tape as your office had 24 hour surveillance too. You see Mr. Carter, I was prepared for everything. 

"I have my corporate attorney waiting downtown to speed up all charges and get all you fine gentlemen behind bars where you all belong. And by the way Mr. Carter, Karen's brother has a permit to carry a firearm in NY State as he was in my employment until just a few minutes ago. He also saw a crime being committed on your property. He had a legal right to draw his firearm and protect the innocent Karen Jones." Mr. Holliday finished with a big smile. The cops then threw him in the paddy wagon with all the rest.

The videographer who was hired each year was also arrested as he was a participant in the crime of rape and Imprisonment. He started to sing to the police and turned State's evidence against the rest for a shorter sentence. His video tapes from today as well as the past gave him no choice in the matter.

Harvey came over to me and hugged me. "Karen, that took a lot of guts to do young lady. I am very proud of you and your plan. It came off perfect even for Friday the 13th." 

The police captain then took statement from Mr. Holiday, Michael and me. The other guys were starting to scream about it was all Mr. Carter's fault from the paddy wagon but they were all guilty. I knew if I was really drugged they would all still be fucking me right now. I didn't feel sorry for any of them. 'Reap what you sow' I always say.

Just as I was about to leave and go to my apartment with Michael, I saw a woman walking up on the scene. To my surprise it was Mary Wilson of all people. We ran up to each other and gave each other a big hug. She looked me up and down as I was still naked under my coat. I did put my underwear back on but that was it. My bra was ripped to threads and my dress was still in my hand.

"Karen I want to thank you for doing that for me and all your help lately. Harvey called me this week from Toronto and told me I was welcome to view the arrests. I wasn't sure at first. I thought it might bring back bad memories but I was glad I came here though. I got to see Mr. Carter and all the other assholes go to jail. I feel like I got some closure in this whole situation.

"Mr. Holliday told me there would never be any prosecution towards me in any way. He said he knew about Carter's scam and would help me out anyway he could. I really like him Karen!" she said with a blush.

Just then Mr. Holliday came up to us. "Mary watch how you talk, I am a married man you know." he said laughing. We all started to crack up and it felt good to laugh with Mary and Harvey.

Michael drove Mary and I home in his rented car. Mr. Holliday wanted to talk with his attorney downtown before he went back to Toronto. We all thanked him for his help and being the upstanding guy he was. This of course made him blush but he just walked away embarrassed and red faced, Mary and I then ran up and kissed him on the cheek to say thank you. His face turned even redder than it was.

We all stared to laugh again. It felt good to have all the pressure off me now. I just didn't know where I would be working Monday Morning since almost all the staff at Howard Industries had been fired. It is tough to sell product with no sales force. I really didn't care though, life was returning to normal.

-ONE YEAR LATER-

Mary and I moved to Toronto together. I am the new president of the old Howard Industries. The new name is now Jones-Wilson Industries (thanks to Mr. Holliday). He figured we could sell out of Canada just as easy as in the US. The fresh start was nice. I had a satellite office in Connecticut but mainly worked from up north. Mary Wilson is Vice president of the company. She was very good at her job and we did great together. Mr. Holiday checks up on us once in a while but basically lets us run the show. Sales have doubled from the old company and Harvey couldn't be happier. We have a mostly female sales staff and the secretaries are male. It seems to work better for us that way. 

Robert the chauffer is now my live in boyfriend. He has started to talk about marriage. Mary is very excited as she wants to be maid of honor. She also met a great guy up here in old Canada. Life was getting better every day.




The New Howard's Whore Ch. 02



Now for the old Howard Industry gang update. All of the sales staff went to jail. Some got lesser time than others. The judge made Mr. Carter's tapes front and center of the case. For each year of anyone who was involved and could be identified, the judge added years to their sentence. Mr. Simon and Mr. Unger just happened to not be able to make this year's bonus party. That didn't get them out of trouble though. For the past nine years they were involved and the judge made that apparent at their sentencing.

Mr. Carter got what he deserved. He was dead in the water before he even hit the court room. I was told he had to serve 60 years consecutively, for all the charges put together that added up against him. My brother was at the trial and testified. Carter's lawyer tried to discredit him but with his secret service credentials, top government security clearance and a resume longer than my arm, Carter's lawyers had no chance. 

They even tried to discredit Mr. Holliday because he represented himself falsely to Mr. Carter. Since he owned the company he could do whatever he wanted with paperwork, videos in any employee's desk on premises and a bunch of other stuff. The judge even noted the show on TV of 'Undercover Bosses'. That show is where an employer tries to get a handle on what is going on in their business by wearing a disguise and pretending to be an average worker. The judge said as long as he was not doing it to defraud or commit a crime he was alright to call himself Bozo the Clown if he wanted to. 

Mr. Holliday also reached out to each of the former Howard's Whores, all nine of them. Some would not meet him and said it never happened. Some said it was old history and since the men involved were now in prison, it was alright to let it be. Several took Mr. Holliday's offer for money and a life time job with his company. He was a good guy and he wanted to make it right for everyone.

My brother Mike still had connections everywhere. When all was said and done he found out what federal prison Mr. Carter was going to and made sure he was 'taken care of' by the other special prison population. That was his expression but I think it meant that Mr. Carter should not drop his bar of soap in the shower.

Today Mary and I are both excited. We think Robert is going to actually propose tonight. Life is good! 

THE END