Gold Medal Momma
By
Cindy May
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Cindy May
Gold Medal Momma
By
Cindy May
Copyright 2010
The Moral Right of the author has been asserted. All Rights Reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and Incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Author’s Note –Southern Ladies
A Southern Lady has a slow lilting drawl, subdues the letter “R”, and has phrases of her own, as y’all know. Many of the words she uses and the way she uses them are unique to the South. Her words will charm but may baffle an outsider. A novelist can let her speak naturally, but she will confuse the reader, or she can simplify “Southern Speak” to help the reader. Being ladies, the Southern gals in these pages done told me that they a-fixin’ to meet that request, bless their sweet hearts.
An Extract
‘I’m gonna leave decidin’ to you, but if it is less than a certain sum, I’m gonna be real mad with y’all.’
Kazinski wondered what sort of sum Mary-Beth might name, and replied.
‘We will do our best to meet whatever sum you suggest.’
Mary-Beth smiled, delved in her handbag, and then fiddled with the blotter at her desk.
‘I need to go to the restroom.’
As she walked towards the door, she glanced over her shoulder.
‘Y’all find something under the blotter on my desk. I’d be madder than a wet hen if’n you suggested anything less than that.’
******
After she drifted off to sleep, he looked tenderly at the pretty but battered visage that lay close to him on the pillow. There was a soft and contented expression on her face. Even when they had first met her, and she had been an effervescent teen scoffing the candies they had brought her, or the sexiest girl he had even known, he had sensed a wariness about her. Lying asleep in his arms, that look had been replaced by a serene calm, as if she felt that nothing could harm her. He whispered.
‘God, you’ve had a tough life.’
The Prelude
Mary-Beth Rayner was 39 years old according to her birth certificate, but with her slender figure, auburn hair and flawless complexion, she could easily pass for ten years younger. Good natured and conciliatory, Mary-Beth was well liked by her colleagues at the hospital where she worked. No one could ever recall her raising her voice, let alone losing her temper.
She had been born in 1966 during the Vietnam War, but was too young for the strident protests of that era, and had never got involved in protest movements as a teen. Some of her activist friends scolded her for her ‘disinterest’ but her response was that if people would devote as much effort to getting on with one another as they did to criticizing each other, the world would be a happier place.
A happily married mother of twin boys aged 18, Mary-Beth did not have an enemy in the world, so far as she knew. Her main concern was that the boys had become a bit wilder than she liked, but she supposed they were going through the teen ‘macho’ stage, when boys have to prove themselves. Happily there was nothing too far amiss, and she was sure they would settle down.
Mary-Beth and her husband Chuck had both been brought up in Atlanta, Georgia, and had only moved to the South Shore area of Lake Michigan, between East Chicago and Gary, Indiana, a couple of years after their marriage. Chuck was the President of an engineering company set up by his old man. He had relocated to Gary to be close to their steel suppliers, and because of low property costs.
Known as the “Steel City” with a population of just over 170,000 in the 1970s, Gary had once been a fine community with many splendid buildings from leading architects such as First Methodist Church designed by Lowe & Bollenbacher in 1925 or the Ambassador building on 574 Monroe St, which was to the Renaissance Revivalist style and was the work of William Stern back in 1928. Gary was also the birthplace of Michael Jackson, the family working in the massive steel works that dominate the city.
When Chuck and Mary-Beth arrived in 1988, the area was past its prime, but signs of decay had not become too pronounced. Thereafter, the city went into a rapid decline. The collapse of old industries led to heavy unemployment, which eroded support for other local businesses that in turn folded. A feeling of malaise, mismanagement by city hall, and one of the highest murder rates per head of population in the United States, deepened the crisis.
By 2000, Gary was a depressed area. As the population had dropped to around 100,000, blocks of abandoned property frightened off new residents and industry alike. Throw in drug dealers, pimps, whores and criminal gangs, and the picture was complete. The costs of relocating Chuck’s works elsewhere, given the impossibility of selling property in Gary at a reasonable price, precluded a move.
Chuck and Mary-Beth had settled in one of the better residential districts, in a single story detached home with a drive and covered accommodation for two autos and a secluded backyard where the kids could play when they were little. Although an affluent area compared to the inner city, some of the more deprived areas were not far from where they lived. The local school was one of the better schools in Gary, though it had plenty of problem kids and dropouts.
Despite the economic malaise, Chuck’s business had prospered and the family was well off. Other than worries about the kids, the only cloud on the horizon as far as Mary-Beth was concerned was that Chuck had the patriarchal attitude to be found in some Southern guys. Mary-Beth and the kids were “property” rather than individuals. Sometimes this irked her, but she adapted to it and it no longer bugged her.
Mary-Beth had returned to work when the kids moved from Middle School to High School at the age of 14. There was no financial need, but she had enjoyed working as a nurse before the kids arrived. Once they were through Middle School she felt she could get out again and do a useful job in the community.
With an affluent lifestyle, two kids whom she adored, a husband who, so far as she knew had never “strayed”, and a job she found fulfilling, Mary-Beth was happy and contented. If she had been asked her about her ambitions, she would have replied to see her kids go to college, get a good job and settle down with a wife and kids of their own. Some people might have called her life boring, and dismissed her as a lightweight. For Mary-Beth her family was the focus of her world.
In the space of a week, the comfortable and secure world Mary-Beth had lived in collapsed around her. The nightmare begun when she returned early from work one afternoon and overheard a chance conversation. To her disgust, she found that her two boys had got her so drunk on her birthday that they sweet-talked her into shedding her clothing in front of them.
She recalled the birthday as Chuck had been called away on business at the last moment, to her chagrin, but the boys had said they would party anyhow. To her horror, she discovered that after they hot got her naked, the pair of them had then ass fucked her before taking some nude photos of her.
She had no memories of any of this, but had woken up the morning after her birthday with a splitting headache, and what she had assumed was diarrhea. Seemingly, the boys had boasted of seducing their momma to a guy they knew. That had led to a sordid bet. If the boys could get her drunk again, so the guy could fuck her, they would win $200. If they failed, then they paid him $200.
Her initial rage at what the kids had done had turned to consternation when she realised that even though she had been drunk, there was no way that Chuck would forgive her or the boys. If she confronted them, the resultant row would destroy the family. The only hope of saving her family was to go along with their plot, but to take damn good care than she did not let the little rats get her drunk again. They would lose their bet, which would punish them where it hurt, in their pockets.
Her anguish would still be there over what they had done to her, but with their plan to bet their momma’s pussy for $200 in ruins, that would be an end of it. With what amounted to a $200 fine, they would not be likely to try that stunt again. She knew she could not take too much alcohol, so accepted that she was as much to blame as they were for behaving irresponsibly. For the sake of keeping the family together, she could set aside her displeasure at what the boys had done. She shrugged her shoulders and muttered to herself, ‘free pussy, so they took it.’
On the Friday evening when the seduction was to take place, her boys, Andy and Jason turned up along with Andy’s girlfriend, a sixteen-year-old slut called Kitty O’Malley. Like Mary-Beth, Kitty was from the South. Both of them spoke slowly, as was common with Southern gals, with soft almost non-existent Rs, broad vowels and a tendency to hang on to words until you thought they would never let them go.
Although Kitty was from Alabama, rather than from Georgia as Mary-Beth was, she enjoyed hearing the girl’s Southern accent. It was a change from the more abrupt Northern style. However refreshing her accent, it did not please Mary-Beth that her son had gotten himself mixed up with a girl with a reputation as the school slut
The principal guest was Morgan. He was about four years older than the boys, and had placed the bet with them. At over six feet, Morgan had the build of a Major League Baseball star. He had brought along his sister, Carla, who was Jason’s girlfriend. Mary-Beth did not know what Morgan did for a living. Had she known, things might have turned out very differently, for Morgan was a pimp, running half a dozen girls in Gary.
He also dealt in a variety of conventional drugs and as a sideline offered knock out drops. Spike a girl’s drink, and in half an hour she was ready and willing for anything. Plenty of girls in and around East Chicago and Gary had lost their inhibitions and their virginity thanks to Morgan’s knockout drops. Apart from knocking the girls willpower to hell, the drugs had strong amnesiac properties as well, making her a lousy witness if she wished to file charges.
Very few did, as they were too ashamed. The troublesome ones yapped to the cops, but were so disorientated that their evidence was worthless. There was no chance of a successful conviction, so they were sent on their way as soon as the cops could decently get rid of them.
At first Mary-Beth’s plan to put one over on the kids went well. What she did not know was that it was not too much alcohol that had enabled the kids to seduce her the first time, but a roofie that had been supplied by Morgan. Even a can of coke that had been spiked would have done the trick, so Mary-Beth’s caution over how much alcohol she drank was pointless.
It was the same the second time round. Even with a small drink, her will power was shot within half an hour. Soon, the attractive mother of two was meeting whatever sexual demands the teens made of her. Before the night was out she had been subject to vaginal, anal, oral and lesbian sex, all of which had been filmed. When she woke up next morning, it was to find Morgan in her bed. Her threat to call the cops was countered by showing her photos of the overnight fun and games and then a DVD of what had happened.
If Chuck saw one sequence from the tape, their marriage would be in the trashcan. To her horror she discovered it was a blackmail plot, the pay-off being to work for Morgan as a whore. Seeing no other way to save her marriage, she went ‘on the streets’ in Gary on the Saturday night.
That was bad enough, but to her dismay, one of the punters who picked her up was the CEO of the hospital where she worked as a junior ward sister. Fearing she would lose her job, she found that her boss, Richard Hoffmeier, was as keen to keep things as quiet as she was. He even had a potential job for her.
As Mary-Beth was reeling from these hammer blows, she realised that the only person who showed her any sympathy was Andy’s girlfriend, Kitty. The girl was the school slut, and had a dreadful reputation. She knew that some sexy fun was intended, and had gone along with it.
Kitty would drop her panties for any guy, and assumed that if Mary-Beth lost her inhibitions, she would have a ball as well. At least that was what Andy had told her, claiming his momma was locked in a dead-end marriage and was inhibited from her natural sexiness by loyalty to her husband.
Kitty knew nothing of the plan to whore Mary-Beth out. When she found out, she had protested, but the kids had aimed to compromise her as well. Given the way that Carla had edited the DVD, it had seemed as if Kitty had instigated everything. She had even been filmed administering the drug to Mary Beth’s drink. She had been “set up” brilliantly. The kids and their pimp friend Morgan told Kitty that she was going whoring or else.
On Sunday morning, a neighbor had dropped in a letter that had been mis-delivered. Just as Mary-Beth felt things could not get any worse, she found they could. Her husband had decided to file for divorce! Mary-Beth knew that Chuck had never had a particularly high sex drive, but perhaps foolishly had never associated it with any homosexual tendencies. Chuck had taken up with what Mary-Beth resentfully called a faggot.
As Mary-Beth came to terms with this latest bombshell, she realised that with her marriage over, the hold that the kids had over her was ended. Until she had filed her reply to the divorce petition on Monday, things could go belly up, so she decided she had no choice but to do as the kids said on Sunday evening.
She and Kitty worked the streets that night, servicing more punters for their pimp Morgan. In the course of the evening they were abducted and nearly got killed by a bunch of weirdoes. It was only Kitty’s quick wits, and the offer of lots more free sex, that persuaded the guys to release both of them unharmed. Afterwards, the 39-year-old mother and the 16-year-old slut realised how close they had become, due to their shared ordeal.
Resentful of what they had endured, Kitty had come up with a plan to turn the tables on Andy and Jason. Using a pistol Chuck had bought in case armed criminals attacked the house, Mary-Beth and Kitty had tackled them in the night, one at a time, seizing the porn tapes that compromised both of them in the process.
Mary-Beth had been due a long weekend off, so did not have to go into work on Monday. The boys returned on Monday afternoon, bringing Morgan and his sister with them. Their plan was to force Mary-Beth and Kitty to go back on the streets. The boys knew that Mary-Beth and Kitty had been able to destroy the compromising DVDs and also had the camera tapes, but unknown to their momma, there was a back-up copy hidden on their hard drives.
Andy, Morgan and Carla planned to keep Mary-Beth busy whilst Jason retrieved a back up copy of the tape that he had loaded on his computer. He would burn a new DVD, and upload a copy to Morgan’s computer as well. Fortunately Kitty had found the back-up files and deleted them. Mary-Beth, her patience at an end, had confronted them with the pistol. She revealed the break-up of her marriage and told the boys they could go live with the Poppa at the address he had given her.
Chapter 1
Although she was still devastated at what had happened, Mary-Beth reported for duty at the hospital after her long weekend off. She was due on the ward at 8.00am on the Tuesday, and busied herself with the usual routine of checking new paperwork, reading up patient’s reports and attending to medicines and any calls.
She also slipped round to the dispensary and wheedled a supply of morning-after pills from the pharmacist ‘for a young friend’ and some test kits. She ate a morning-after tablet and did the test. Mary-Beth would not have liked to be pregnant by one of the johns, but would have been even more resentful had it been Morgan or one of her sons. Thankfully, the results were negative, but Mary-Beth decided to keep it that way, by booking an appointment to start on ‘the pill.’ Until they were working, a morning-after tablet would have to suffice.
She also visited the hospital STD clinic. She sweet-talked the clinician into doing the necessary tests, explaining that her husband had just confessed to a one-night stand with a woman he picked up in a bar when he was away from home, and she wanted to be sure she was OK. It was not true, but was a hell of a sight less embarrassing than the real story. The clinician agreed to bend the rules. She got back to the ward as soon as she could, and at 9.45 the phone rang for the sister in charge. She heard Janet say.
‘Yeah, yeah, it’s a bit awkward as we will be short staffed….. A bit more notice would help…. Very well.’
Janet hung up, and said.
‘Shit.’
Mary-Beth, although aware of what the call would be, had to appear to be in ignorance, so looked across.
‘What’s up?’
Janet growled.
‘Hoffmeier. He said the auditors are in tomorrow, and he needs a liaison. In the past he’s used someone from admin, but feels that medical needs would be better covered by medical staff. He had a look at the personnel files, and from the staff meetings, he thinks you would be ideal. He wants you over there today for a briefing and the auditors start tomorrow.’
Mary-Beth dissembled cautiously, as if it was a complete surprise to her.
‘You’ll be short staffed.’
Janet shrugged her shoulders.
‘When god calls, who are we to argue. You better go.’
Mary-Beth collected her coat and walked from the ward to Richard Hoffmeier’s office. His secretary buzzed the intercom.
‘Mrs. Rayner is here.’
She nodded.
‘Go in.’
Mary-Beth walked in, and Hoffmeier stood up.
‘Pleased to see you Mrs. Rayner.’
Mary-Beth closed the door. With the break-up of her marriage, the kids were no longer able to blackmail her into prostitution. Mary-Beth had considered whether to go through with the deal Hoffie had offered to her, or to say to him that she had changed her mind. Even on the morning that she left for work, she was not sure how she would react.
As a teen Mary-Beth had enjoyed wonderful sex that society would say was illicit as it was with her Uncle Harry. The relationship had started more or less by accident after Mary-Beth had chanced on her poppa having sex with one of his married parishioners. As her parents did not believe in any sex education, Mary-Beth was understandably confused. Harry, anxious that the naïve teen would fall into the hands of one of the local wolves, started to teach her about ‘the birds and the bees’, but with Mary-Beth’s irresistible curiosity, things got out of hand.
They ended up as lovers. Although US society forbade a relationship between an uncle and niece, Harry remembered from his time in Vietnam, that Australian SAS soldiers he had worked with had told him that uncle-niece marriages were permissible there. When Mary-Beth was 18, they planned to move to ‘Oz’, where they could openly marry and have a family. Tragically Harry died in a heroic bid to save a school bus shortly after Mary-Beth was seventeen.
Bereft at the loss of the uncle who meant everything to her, Mary-Beth had become listless. Her parents bounced her into a marriage with the son of a local big shot. She had no desire for it, but had gone along with it. Her husband had little love for her, or any great interest in sex, but their marriage had drifted along. With her fate decided, Mary-Beth put her grief behind her. True to her philosophy of seeing things positively, she had made a lackluster marriage work, and was even happy. There had been two kids that she had adored until their horrendous behavior.
For twenty years, Mary-Beth had been deprived of any decent sex, due to her husband's attitude and her own unswerving fidelity. After initially feeling rejected, she had adjusted in her usual easygoing way. Although she had been disgusted by the behavior of her sons, and her hatred for Morgan and Carla could hardly be put into words, the non stop sex that she had been forced to indulge in over the weekend had aroused her long suppressed sex drive. With her marriage in the trashcan, there was no longer any call to be ‘faithful’ to Chuck.
Had Mary-Beth been a bitch dog, you could have said she was ‘in heat.’ As she turned round having closed the door, she stared at her boss, who had had already undone the fastener on the pants, his cock projecting out stiffly. Seeing Hoffie's cock standing rigid decided her. She smiled at him.
‘My my, I think we got us a problem there.’
He sat down in his swivel chair. Mary-Beth walked across the room. She stood in front of him, and calmly unbuttoned and removed her uniform pinafore, blouse and skirt. She was not wearing a bra, and knowing what might happen, had called at the women’s room and slipped out of her panties on the way from the ward. She knelt between Hoffmeier’s legs, and took his cock in her hands and licked the tip with her tongue. She took the whole head into her mouth, sucking it as if were a lollipop. She felt his hands at the back of her head, pushing her deeper on to his cock, and she allowed it to slide to the back of her throat. He moaned.
‘God, Mary-Beth, you are one hell of a cocksucker’
She grinned up at him and intensified her efforts. Suddenly he gasped.
‘I’m close.’
Mary-Beth backed off.
‘You fixin’ to cum in my mouth or fuck me?’
‘Be nice to fuck you.’
She stood up, and lowered her pussy on to his rampant cock, sliding down until she felt her pussy lips touching his groin. She rode up and down vigorously. Hoffmeier reached out to caress her wildly bouncing tits, and suddenly groaned, ‘Yesss.’ As he did so, she had the increasingly familiar sensation of hot cum flooding her pussy. When he had finished spurting, Mary-Beth stood up, careful not to allow cum to drip on to his hand tailored executive suit, and donned her clothing. She queried.
‘Was that OK Sir?’
He nodded and smiled at her.
‘Mary-Beth, we need to sort out terms.’
Mary-Beth had only been ‘unfaithful’ to Chuck because she had been drugged, so was powerless to resist, and her descent to whoredom had been under the pressure of blackmail. As Chuck had trashed their marriage, she was now free of that pressure. It was her sexual reawakening after so many years of stultifying and boring sex that persuaded her to go along with what ‘Hoffie’ had suggested. The money was not of any real interest to her, but she realized she needed to appear calm and businesslike.
The job that ‘Hoffie’ had offered her was to act as a liaison officer to the auditors who were due to start that week. Hoffie’s predecessor, who had his “fingers in the till”, had started this cozy arrangement. He had found that keeping the auditors happy with a pretty assistant who could fetch and carry books for them and would drop her panties on demand encouraged them not to look where it might be embarrassing.
Hoffie, who at 36 had become the CEO of a much smaller hospital that was in difficulties, had turned it around. He had been headhunted for City when a scandal was about to break, and inherited a corrupt administration, and “The Arrangement”. Rightly he gave priority to cleaning up the admin, and by dismissing bent members of his team, there were no financial irregularities to hide within a year. Given the level of corruption in the area, that was a spectacular achievement.
Any CEO knew that keeping the auditors ‘happy’ with good facilities was plain common sense, as an auditor who was irritated could cause all sorts of problems, but the honest provision of proper facilities was a different ballgame to “The Arrangement”. Dealing with that was much harder than cleaning up the admin, as corporate law meant there was no way he could fire a bent auditor.
When he had not made any effort to supply a young woman after he had sorted out “Admin”, the then head of the audit team had been brutally frank. The demise of “The Arrangement” would result in all sorts of investigations. These would harm the hospital even though rampant corruption had now been eliminated. Hoffie had the unpleasant task of finding a female member of staff at short notice who would part her legs for the auditors.
To Hoffmeier’s relief, the chief auditor had moved on after two years. Although he believed that the new head of the audit team was honest, Hoffie was understandably nervous about making changes to what was now accepted routine. An idealistic graduate straight from business school would denounce “The Arrangement”. Hoffie detested it, but the curse of corruption was that honest officers could be locked into a situation that was difficult to reverse.
With the hours he worked to sort out the hospital, it had put strains on his own marriage, leading to a particularly unpleasant break up. Bruised and upset, Hoffie had visited the RLD on a couple of occasions. Partly it was for some sexual relief, but there was another motive. He disliked having to encourage one of the women on his staff to prostitute herself with the auditors. The previous year, his secretary, Liz, had reluctantly agreed to do the job, but things had never been the same afterwards. They both felt embarrassed and she soon left.
When he met Mary-Beth ‘on the block’ he had been shocked to find one of his staff moonlighting as a whore, but it seemed to solve his worries. Rather than having to persuade a decent member of his staff to do the job, a sister who was a part-time hooker would hardly object. When Hoffie spoke of terms, Mary-Beth inclined her head. He thought for a moment.
‘Today, you are officially with me to receive instructions over your duties as liaison with the auditors. For the next couple of weeks you will be working with the auditors, and then if you are agreeable, I suggest you return to my office as my medical liaison assistant.’
Hoffmeier thought for a moment. He was due a performance related bonus from “City”. He might redirect that to provide a liaison assistant to keep the auditors happy, and who was needed in any case.
‘Mary-Beth, I could pay you every time, and you could remain on your present pay scale as a junior ward sister. On the other hand, if you were appointed as personal assistant to the CEO, that salary would double. It would be taxable, but that would benefit your pension. You would also be entitled to the privileges that go with an admin post, such as an auto, longer vacations and you would no longer be required to do shift work. How does that seem to you?’
Mary-Beth thought for a moment.
‘Mr. Hoffmeier.’
‘Dick when we are alone Mary-Beth.’
‘Dick, apart from the more conventional duties, we would get to enjoy ourselves whenever the opportunity arose.’
Hoffmeier nodded, appreciative of the delicate way she had phrased the subject. She went on.
‘I presume you’re a-fixin’ that I should be available to the auditors as they require me for the duration of the audit, as a part of my duties and salary.’
He nodded and then held up his hand.
‘There would also be a bonus, but you will have to trust me on that.’
Unlike his predecessor, who raided hospital funds to pay for the women, Hoffie met those costs out of his own pocket, rather than use official funds in an improper manner. Mary-Beth smiled.
‘Thanks. I do.’
She thought for a moment.
‘I’m happy with you and the auditors, but if’n you’re a-fixin’ to add anyone else, I would like a say, not necessarily another bonus, but the right to say yes or no.’
Hoffie smiled at her use of “a-fixin”. That revealed her Southern roots as strongly as her accent. A Northerner would say planning or intending. He had no intention of offering her to anyone else, as he was determined to bring an end to that sordid era as soon as he could.
‘I see no problems there.’
Mary-Beth smiled.
Well, what are my next duties, Sir?’
‘You will have the office next to mine, and there is an interconnecting door.’
‘That’s real convenient.’
‘You will need to know about the audit, so we will have a coffee and then set to work. Ohh, as PA, you will be expected to wear executive clothing, rather than uniform, but I do not see any need for your skirt to be longer than it is, do you?’
‘It can be a mite shorter if’n you like it that way.’
‘Fine, but not as short as the other day I fear.’
‘That might raise a few eyebrows.’
Hoffmeier quipped.
‘And other things.’
He walked across to the coffee machine and made two coffees, and handed one to Mary-Beth. Sitting down, he flipped the intercom.
‘Linda, could you come in please?’
The secretary walked in.
‘Ah Linda, as you know we have the auditors starting tomorrow, and we always appoint a liaison. In the past it has been a member of the admin staff. As a hospital, I feel that our medical needs would be better represented by a health professional, so I have asked Mrs. Rayner to act as liaison. It is a temporary appointment, but depending on how things work out, Mary-Beth may be joining us as my PA.’
Linda stared at Mary-Beth coldly.
‘Congratulations on your appointment, Mrs. Rayner. I am sure you will give Mr. Hoffmeier every possible satisfaction. Is there anything else Sir?’
She had put especial emphasis on 'every', making her attitude crystal clear. Hoffmeier shook his head, and Linda returned to her office. Mary-Beth looked at her slender figure, as the girl departed.
‘I don’t think she likes me, and I think she sees through this here charade.’
‘Are you suggesting I get rid of her?’
Mary-Beth snapped.
‘No way, you sack her, and I go. She may not like me but that ain’t no reason to..’
‘OK OK. For your information, I had no intention of sacking her, but I wanted to know how you would react. If you had been keen on the idea, then you would have been back on the ward after the audit visit. I want a contented team. From what you just said, you have tact and common sense, and I expect you to be a good part of that team.’
Mary-Beth was momentarily nettled at being tested in that way, but saw the smile on Hoffie's face. She realized that he had been prepared to protect his secretary from a potentially jealous newcomer, knowing that women could be bitches to one another. If Hoffie was prepared to protect Linda, he would probably be no less considerate to her. She smiled back.
‘I’ll sure try to be.’
Most of the morning Mary-Beth listened as Hoffmeier described the structure of the hospital and its financial needs. Finally, he looked at her, and smiled. Mary-Beth took the hint, and crouched between his knees, unzipping his pants and taking his cock in her mouth. He smiled.
‘All the way, baby.’
She nodded, and vigorously and enthusiastically began to blow him. After a couple of minutes, she was rewarded by a gush of warm cum filling her mouth. She stood up, smiled and laughed.
‘I wonder how many calories that was?’
‘I think it is gonna be fun working with you, Mary-Beth.’
‘I sure hope so.’
More work followed in the afternoon, with a break whilst Mary-Beth lay over her bosses’ desk, whilst Hoffmeier reamed her ass, pumping more helpings of cum deep up her rectum. At five o’ clock, he stood up.
‘See you tomorrow, Mary-Beth.’
She nodded, and picked up her handbag. As she left her bosses office, she saw Linda sitting at her desk. Linda glowered at her. Mary-Beth smiled.
‘Linda, as we’s gonna be working together, I’d sure like it if we can be friends. How about us girls havin’ a drink together.’
Linda stared at her. Mary-Beth smiled.
‘Please?’
Finally Linda nodded slowly.
‘OK.’
Mary-Beth and Linda left the hospital and called at a nearby bar. Mary-Beth bought the first round, and sat in a quiet corner of the bar with the secretary. Sensing Linda’s hostility, she made small talk about families, finding that Linda had left home and was living with her boyfriend. After a couple of drinks, Linda although hostile, had mellowed, and Mary-Beth broached her main concern.
‘Linda. I been workin’ in health care so I understand that, but I sure am a novice when it comes to admin, so I’m gonna need you to guide me.’
Linda looked sullen. Mary-Beth looked at her searchingly.
‘Now, what have I gone and done that has upset you? Maybe we can sort it.’
‘Nothing.’
‘Yes there is, now what have I done wrong?’
Linda sat there staring at her glass. Finally she whispered.
‘I wanted the liaison job, and I suggested to Hoffie that I could do it. I know you do it on your back, but Liz, the girl who did it last year, got two thousand bucks and I need that money.’
Mary-Beth looked at her.
‘What’s the problem?’
Linda bit her lip.
‘My boyfriend is in debt, and if I don’t get us out of it, he gets his head kicked in. I got an offer from a madam, but this liaison job would just be temporary, so..’
The girl burst into tears. Mary-Beth finished the sentence for her.
‘And then I come along and make a goatscrew of it for you.’
Linda looked up through tearful eyes.
‘Yeah, sort of.’
‘Let me think about what we can do?’
Before she left, Mary-Beth told Linda to look really pretty and sexy the following day. On Wednesday morning, Mary-Beth arrived for work a few minutes before nine and found Linda already in the office. She called out.
‘Hi sweetie.’
Linda, blushing red, smiled at her.
‘Hiya.’
Mary-Beth glanced approvingly at the secretary’s sexy outfit.
‘You sure are pretty this mornin’, gal. He in?’
Linda nodded.
‘Will you buzz him?’
Linda flipped the switch.
‘Mary-Beth is here, Sir.’
She straightened up.
‘You can go in.’
Mary-Beth smiled.
‘Wish me luck.’
Linda gave a little grin. Mary-Beth went into the office. Hoffmeier stood up.
‘Nice to see you Mary-Beth.’
She walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek and asked.
‘When do the auditors get here?’
‘Ten’
Mary-Beth put her hand to his fastener, unzipped him and quickly brought her boss to the boil. She smiled up at him.
‘Where are you a-fixin’ to cum, Honey?’
‘Your pussy.’
Quickly she sat on him, feeling his cock sliding into her pussy which was now permanently wet. Within a couple of minutes, she was rewarded with cum jetting deep inside her. She stood up, patted her business skirt straight and sat down.
‘Dick,’ she smiled at him, ‘we got something to discuss.’
‘Uhuh.’
Mary-Beth had rehearsed what to say.
‘Linda, your secretary, she’s got financial troubles. She was a-fixin’ on getting the two thousand bucks that you gave Liz for liaising with the auditors last year, to get her out of a mess. She told me that if she don’t get it, she has to turn tricks as a hoe. If I take a two thousand cut in my pay, will you let her come in as liaison on the admin side, which I know nary a thing about? That way it’ll cost you nothing more, and it gets her off the hook.’
Richard Hoffmeier looked at Mary-Beth.
‘You would take a two thousand bucks cut in pay to help her?’
‘Colleagues who like you are better than a few extra bucks.’
Hoffmeier flipped the intercom.
‘Linda, will you come in please?’
The girl walked in. Hoffmeier noticed the much sexier outfit she had on than usual.
‘Mary-Beth tells me that you were relying on getting the liaison job, and it has shot holes in your finances if you don’t get it.’
Linda blushed but nodded.
‘Yes sir.’
Hoffmeier looked at her.
‘Mary-Beth has suggested that she take a two thousand bucks cut in pay, so that I can appoint the two of you as liaison officers, one for admin and one for med.’
Mary-Beth looked in horror at her boss, as Linda was not supposed to know that she had offered to take a pay cut. The secretary cut in angrily.
‘No that’s charity, and I won’t.’
Hoffmeier held up his hand.
‘Relax ladies, Mary-Beth made a good point, so I am prepared to appoint you as joint liaison officers. Mary-Beth will not have to take a cut, and you will receive $2,000 for your additional duties. I am sure the auditors will be delighted at two such charming liaison personnel.’
Linda stared at Hoffmeier and Mary-Beth, and then threw her arms around Mary-Beth.
‘Thanks, gee, that’s great.’
Mary-Beth thought to herself.
‘I manage to help this gal whore herself out, and she says its great… God.’
Hoffmeier looked at the two women.
‘I suggest you ladies sort out how to organize things.’
Linda smiled.
‘We’ll do that.’
She glanced at Mary-Beth.
‘OK?’
Mary-Beth nodded and the two women walked out of Hoffmeier’s office. Neither of them noticed that Richard Hoffmeier was slowly shaking his head. Liz had been a damn good secretary, but they both knew she had earned her $2,000 on her back. It had poisoned their relationship as boss and secretary. Linda clearly needed the money, so there was nothing else he could do. Afterwards, she would probably feel the same as Liz. The main reason he had appointed Mary-Beth was because he did not think Linda would cope emotionally if she had to whore herself out. Hoffmeier picked up his pen and sighed.
‘Shit.’
Linda and Mary-Beth sat down in Linda’s office, and Linda looked at the older woman.
‘Mary-Beth, I could have clawed your eyes out, and you got me out of shit, thanks.’
Mary-Beth gave a wry smile.
‘It ain’t that wonderful an opportunity, Linda, as you said you get to earn it ‘on your back’ and..’
’Yeah, I know, but I got no option.’
‘What about your boyfriend, how’s he gonna take it, if’n you’se turnin’ tricks?’
‘He’s OK. He knows about it, and agreed. In fact we talked about it, and that’s when we decided it was the only answer.’
Mary-Beth felt a sudden chill.
‘What happened?’
‘Me and my boyfriend are in debt big, well he is, and if he don’t pay off then he gets his head beaten in. We were talking thru what we could do, and he said there was no more ways he could think of to raise money and asked if I could think of anything.’
‘We were sitting there and Jeb suddenly said, “if he were a girl, he could turn a few tricks, but as a guy.” I realized he was right, and whilst he couldn’t do it, I could do it for both of us, so I suggested it. He seemed a bit reluctant to start with, and then agreed. I was so relieved. I knew that the auditors were coming in a week or two, and reckoned I had a chance of landing that work.’
Mary-Beth stared at the girl, so obviously happy that she had been given a chance by her boyfriend to whore herself out. To Mary-Beth it was crushingly obvious that she had been set up to do so by her boyfriend. Mary-Beth softly asked her.
‘Are you right sure you wanna to do this?’
‘Fuck, No, I don’t wanna do it. My Mom and Pop would kill me if they knew, or it would kill them, but if I’m gonna look after Jeb, there’s no other choice, or they’re worse.’
Mary-Beth said slowly and sadly.
’I guess so.’
The two women discussed how they handled their assignment when the auditors arrived in about half an hour. Mary-Beth had been given the office next to Hoffmeier so went to her office to think for a few minutes.
Chapter 2
With the mishmash of differing state requirements relating to accountancy, providing auditing services across state lines had always been a minefield in the US. Although the leading Chicago accountancy firms were just 24 miles away from Gary, they were across the state line in Illinois. To avoid any problems, “City” used one of the big firms from the State capital Indianapolis, 180 miles to the south.
Daniel J Kazinski pulled into the executive section of the hospital parking lot. He had driven up with his four colleagues from “I-Town” the previous afternoon and stopped overnight at the hotel that “City” hospital had booked for them. Dan was 35 years old, a Certified Public Accountant, and had been on the audit for four years. He had started as the junior member of the team, but for the past two years had headed the audit, and was able to pick his three colleagues.
Jerry Bannion and Matt Grueber had both turned 30. They had been on the audit before and were licensed CPAs. Greg Rymann, the youngest member of the team at 23 years old, had just passed the Uniform CPA Exams, and was gaining the necessary work experience without which he would not receive his practice license. It was his first time on the hospital job.
From comments exchanged between Kazinski and his colleagues, Rymann knew that the hospital management provided a liaison officer for the auditors. She was always extremely pretty and very receptive to their requests. Grueber had put it neatly when he had described the liaison officer they had enjoyed the previous year, a blonde called Liz, as a very accommodating girl.
Kazinski first encountered “The Arrangement” when he joined the audit team. He was told it had originated after an auditor had ventured into a bar in downtown Gary, and picked up an attractive girl. The problem was that she was a decoy. She took the unsuspecting guy to “her” apartment where he was robbed of his cash, credit cards, driving license and watch. Worse still, he was taken to an ATM and at knifepoint made to reveal his PIN number.
With no credit card, no ID and no cash, the guy was in one hell of a mess and had no choice but to explain his predicament to the CEO of the hospital. The latter provided the necessary cash and kindly threw in some female company that was not likely to rob or knife the guy. As Kazinski knew that parts of downtown Gary resembled a war zone, the story was plausible.
In reality, “The Arrangement” was the creation of a bent CEO with the connivance of the chief auditor who was just as bent. The naïve auditor who fell for the decoy was a fiction to reassure auditors who were not aware of what was really going on. Like many situations it outlived its creators and had come to resemble the sweeteners that other corporations provided. One lingerie firm customarily provided the team members with a generous supply of fancy lingerie, which went down well with their wives, girlfriends and the female staff back in the office.
Another of their clients was a Realty Developer. The auditors spent a fortnight in a lush condominium, with free access to a swimming pool, restaurants, and bars. The development was only a few miles from the corporate head office, and HQ made it clear to the auditors that a visit from wives or sweethearts would incur no charges.
When Dan took charge of the audit at “City”, he realized that ‘The Arrangement’ would be difficult to discontinue. The public auditors, most of whom were single, liked a job where there was a chance of some pleasant female company. The usual lot of a visiting auditor was to arrive in a strange town, and work on the client’s books during the day. In the evening, you visited a bar, hoping to pick up a broad for a one-night stand. You also tried to avoid a sting by the cops or hoods.
As venturing downtown in Gary let alone picking up a hoe could be hazardous, as the murder rate was about nineteen times the US average, stomping on the perk would generate some resentment. “City” was one of the most popular audits on their employer’s books. If “The Arrangement” went, so would its popularity and there would be a string of excuses why guys could not possibly go to Gary to do the audit. That would not go down well with his bosses.
Dan knew that the four guys on the team were honest. They would not have passed anything ‘bent’ in return for a willing and attractive female companion, so “The Arrangement” did not compromise the audit. If it had done so, he would have stomped on it. He mused that “City” knew the risks for any stranger venturing into downtown Gary, so had taken steps to avoid it, after an auditor had gotten stung.
The four men got out of Dan’s Jeep Cherokee 4WD SUV. He had selected it in preference to the executive limos that most of his colleagues went for, as he liked off-roading when he had the chance. With four guys and their luggage, the space was a plus on audit trips, so he was not sorry he had bought it. They checked their ties were straight, and walked as a group to the admin entrance and up to the CEO’s suite. When they walked into the secretary’s office, Linda looked up, smiled and stood up.
‘Mr.Kazinski?’
The tallest member of the group nodded. Linda gave a dazzling smile, and stepped from behind her desk. She had long legs, and an encouragingly short skirt, the vivid red of her skirt and the snowy white blouse making an eye-catching combination. She looked stunning, but that did not surprise Kazinski, as Hoffmeier’s secretaries were usually young and pretty. She walked towards the four men, and as she got closer, Kazinski realized that she was not wearing a bra underneath her thin blouse. The thin fabric was molded to the profile of her breasts, always a welcome sight on any pretty woman. She smiled.
‘Mr. Hoffmeier told me to show you in right away.’
She turned her back, giving the four guys a chance to admire her shapely ass. She knocked on the CEO’s door and opened it.
‘The auditors are here, Sir.’
Hoffmeier rose, came round the front of his desk, and shook hands with the four men. Linda caught his eye.
‘I’ll leave you for the moment Sir. If you buzz when you require me.’
He nodded.
Kazinski relaxed in one of the comfortable chairs in Hoffmeier’s office.
‘Liz no longer here?’
‘No. Sadly she left shortly after the audit last year.’
‘I thought Liz was good looking, last year, Richard, but your new secretary….’
‘She’s a good secretary.’
‘I’m sure she is.’
Hoffmeier outlined the arrangements that had been made for the audit, with the Board suite of three rooms with interconnecting doors being available for the duration of the audit.
‘As usual, with the number key pads, you will be able to select your own codes, so you will have exclusive access to the filing cabinets in your rooms for the duration of the audit. I am sure you will be very comfortable there and this year we have decided to appoint two liaison officers to look after you.’
Kazinski smiled.
‘Two?’
‘One you have already met, Linda, my secretary. She is new to the hospital, and rather inexperienced. I had appointed another charming lady to look after your needs, but she suggested Linda would be an asset.’
‘She sounds to be a perceptive lady.’
‘She is, and I may say that she is very capable. I am sure she will be more than happy to meet whatever requests you gentlemen have.’
Kazinski replied.
‘I am looking forward to meeting this lady.’
Hoffmeier flipped the office intercom to Mary-Beth’s room.
‘Mary-Beth, would you come in please?’
Mary-Beth had arrived for work in a black jacket and skirt, the jacket being worn over a white blouse. Hoffmeier had not seen her without the jacket, but prior to entering the office, Mary-Beth had discarded her jacket, and she had changed the skirt for one that was much shorter. She opened the door, and the five men looked up.
She advanced into the room with a friendly smile, but the guys were not paying too much attention to her face, pretty though it was. Their eyes were riveted on her legs, which seemed to go on forever to a skirt that only just concealed her crotch. Her blouse, which with her jacket removed, was now fully visible, was the only competition to her legs. It was see-through. As Mary-Beth was not wearing a bra, her breasts were clearly visible through the semi-transparent material, and the five men eyed them with approval.
She walked to the center of the room, all five guys getting up. With the woman standing so close to the guys, they all had a first class view of her tits. Hoffmeier introduced them to Mary-Beth, who gave a dazzling smile, and said in a soft melodious south of the Mason-Dixon Line voice.
‘I am real glad that Mr. Hoffmeier appointed me as liaison officer, and whatever y’all require, you just tell me. It doesn’t matter what. I am here to look after ALL your needs.’
Kazinski smiled, as ‘All’ had come out as ‘ollll’, the latter part of the word being elongated. He shook Mary-Beth’s hand. For the first time since she had entered the room, Dan noticed her eyes. He had always had a soft spot for pretty blue eyes, but hers were a sensuous green. They looked incredibly sexy. If her challenging expression was anything to go by, she was gonna be one hell of a lay. He noticed a quizzical expression on her face, and realised he had been looking into her eyes for longer than was perhaps right.
‘I am sure we will all get along very well, Mrs. Rayner.’
‘Please call me Mary-Beth.’
The way she said it, her name came out as Mayree-Beth. Her eyes were still locked on Dan’s and he could only imagine the fire in them when she was making love. Hoffmeier, conscious of the looks Dan and Mary-Beth were exchanging, coughed.
‘I will ask the second liaison officer in.’
He pressed his intercom.
‘Linda.’
The secretary walked in and smiled at all five men.
‘You called Sir?’
Hoffmeier nodded. He noticed that Linda, despite being desperate for the job, looked flushed. He wondered if it had been a mistake agreeing to Mary-Beth’s suggestion, but it was too late to worry now.
‘If you and Mary-Beth take these gentlemen to the auditor’s suite and make them feel at home.’
Mary-Beth nodded.
‘I’ll just get my jacket and some files.’
She turned to go and took a few steps and then said, ‘tut tut’, and bent down with her backside facing Linda and the five guys. As she did so, her short skirt rode up, showing the whole of her bum. The guys realized that she was devoid of panties. She parted her legs to make it easier to pick something off the floor and stood for two or three seconds whilst the guys admired her ass. Kazinski saw that her pussy was reddened and moist. In the short glimpse he had of it, he wondered if it showed signs of recent activity, but could not be sure. Mary-Beth stood up, and turned round, holding a paper clip.
‘This must have been dropped. What a good job I found it.’
Hoffmeier grinned.
‘Indeed, Mary-Beth, we are all impressed by your ahhh – zeal.’
Two of the auditors chuckled. Mary-Beth walked into her office, collected her jacket and returned buttoning it up. As she did so, she thought, ‘that paperclip was a good idea.’ She smiled at Linda.
‘Shall we take these gentlemen to the audit suite and see that they are comfortable’
Linda nodded, though she was obviously not as confident as Mary-Beth, a point that was not lost on the four auditors. In the audit suite, Linda showed the guys around, and stood aside whilst the men set the entry code to the filing cabinets. Mary-Beth who was not so familiar with the admin side, took a minor role, but as soon as the combinations had been set, smiled at the four men and said.
‘I find it rather hot in here. Would you guys mind if I took off my jacket.’
Given the see-through blouse she was wearing, none of the guys had any objection to Mary-Beth removing her jacket, or ‘ja-kittt’ as she pronounced it. They were rewarded with a close up view of her nipples profiled through the thin material of her blouse. Linda had picked up some files and was standing close to the four auditors. Her skirt was not as short as Mary-Beth’s but showed plenty of leg. Realizing how nervous Linda was, Mary-Beth decided she needed to break the ice, so walked towards the cabinet and glanced down. She mumbled.
‘Tut tut.’
All four guys hoped this might be the prelude to recovering another paper clip. They were not to be disappointed. Mary-Beth bent over, parting her legs as she did so, and groped on the floor to pick up another paper clip. Her skirt rode up to expose her bum cheeks and ass for the second time in a few minutes. As she did so, she muttered.
‘Darn, my back. Hi guys, my back’s gone, can you guys straighten me up.’
Dan Kazinski stepped forward, as did Jerry Bannion, who was the nearest, one each side of Mary-Beth. Both guys put their hands to her bare bum cheeks, Dan placing his hand sufficiently far round that his second and third fingers ‘accidentally’ touched Mary-Beth’s wet pussy lips. Both guys put their other hands to her chest. Equally by ‘accident’ they touched her boobs through her thin blouse. Mary-Beth murmured.
‘Mmmm. Nice.’
Dan said.
‘What do you want us to do, Mary-Beth?’
She replied dreamily.
‘Well, you could straighten me up, unless you can think of something better to do like a nice massage. That would sure help.’
Dan smiled.
‘A massage it is for the lady.’
He ran the fingers of his right hand over Mary-Beth’s left bum cheek, making sure that his index finger slipped in and out of her pussy, collecting some pussy juice in the process. As he slid his finger in and out, it was clear she had been fucked, and recently as well. Jerry did similarly with her right bum cheek, both men caressing her tits with their other hand. Mary-Beth wriggled her butt appreciatively.
‘Gee, Guys, that sure helps. If’n you can spare the time to do a bit more massage, that will be great.’
Kazinski nodded. The message was obvious.
‘I think we can spare the time.’
He removed his hands from Mary-Beth’s tit and bum, and unzipped his fastener, and pulled his cock out. As chief auditor, it was understood that he would go first. He moved behind the sexy woman, and stroked his cock against her wet pussy crack.
‘That’s helping me guys, I feel soo much better now.’
Kazinski slid his cock into Mary-Beth’s crack, pushing to his full depth. Mary-Beth gasped.
‘Ooohhhhh, yeah, baby, I sure like that massage.’
Whilst Kazinski was entering Mary-Beth, Jerry Bannion had also unzipped his pants and walked round to Mary-Beth’s face. She took his cock in her hand and slipped it between her lips. As Jerry felt her lips suckle his cock, he moaned in delight. Kazinski was now fucking her rhythmically, the slap of his balls against her butt being plainly heard in the office.
Linda had been standing with Matt Gruber and Greg Rymann. The two guys watched as Mary-Beth wantonly displayed herself, and as their two colleagues went to assist ‘the damsel in distress’. Greg muttered.
‘Lucky S.O.Bs.’
As he did so, he felt a warm feminine thigh being pressed against his own. He turned round and found Linda ready to kiss him, her lips closing on his. As Rymann kissed the lovely secretary, he sensed his colleague, Matt Gruber, unzipping his pants. Matt pulled his cock out, and Linda took it in one hand. She broke her kiss with Greg and slid to her knees, taking Matt’s cock in her mouth.