It didn't take Mr. Halsted long to find out just what Arlene had been up to. Bill Sample was not known for keeping things to himself, and he was too much of a braggart to safeguard Arlene's future.
"Well?" asked a co-worker of Bill's. "Did you make it with her?"
"Who?" asked Bill innocently.
"Come on Bill," said the guy. "We know you took her out. We know what your reputation is," he said.
"If you know what my reputation is," commented Bill, "then what the fuck are you asking me for? I didn't get my reputation from lying."
"Then you did make it?"
"Several times." Bill grinned. He kept thinking of how he managed to get her drunk and in bed with him. "And she didn't even want to go for a drink. Boy, did I get her to change her mind!"
"What did you do, fuck her while she slept?"
"You know, I never even thought of that. I could have made it four times then. Next time, Harry. Next time, I'll fuck her while she sleeps. Boy, that's making me hard just to think of it."
Bill and the other guys laughed over that. Bill had a reputation as a playboy. Whenever he went out with a girl, he always managed to get her into the sack, something that the other guys were not so successful at.
Mr. Halsted had many spies among the staff. There were always those men who felt that reporting on to her employees was a sure way to get a raise or a promotion, and Harry was no exception.
Mr. Halsted had sent word out to the guys to find out if Arlene was willing to let a guy fuck her. The moment that Harry walked into Mr. Halsted's office with the words, "she made it with Bill," was the moment that Mr. Halsted called her into his office again.
"What do you think he wants now?" asked Suzie as Arlene reluctantly got up from her desk.
"Who the fuck knows?" she replied. "Probably wants to ask me if I've gotten over Eddie by now."
"Why would he care, Arlene?"
"For reasons I would rather not go into right now, Suzie." Arlene got up and walked into Mr. Halsted's office. The moment she entered, she realized that something was wrong.
"You said something to me yesterday, do you remember what it was?" he asked her.
"Well, I said lots of things," she replied.
"I mean about Eddie and you."
"Oh. Well, I'm getting over it. What can I tell you?"
"You could tell me that you are already over it."
"But I'm not."
"Horseshit. I found out who this friend was," said her boss, "and I don't like it."
"What do you mean?" asked Arlene, suddenly afraid that he had found out what she had done.
"You know perfectly well. You lied to me yesterday. And I don't like liars. Especially about things like that. You and Bill Sample were up the whole night fucking and God knows what else. I thought you wanted to keep your job, but I see that you don't."
"Oh, but I do," she said. "Who told you that?"
"I found out, never mind now. The point is, your job isn't so secure for you anymore."
"Oh." Arlene instinctively began to back away from her boss. She knew what was on his mind, and she wanted to get away from him. Of course, she also wanted to keep her job, and she was completely confused now.
"Get over here," he commanded her, as if he was calling his dog. "Get over here right now!"
She couldn't move. There was something really sinister about his manner at this time, and she dreaded what was going to happen next.
He stalked over to her and grabbed her by the arm. He started to pull her towards his private washroom.
"What are you doing?" she started to scream. "Let go of me! Help!"
He put his hand over her mouth, and dragged her into his washroom. He shut the door behind him. "This is so you can't scream and be heard," he said. "The walls here are soundproofed."
"What are you going to do?" she repeated.
"Get down on the floor," he commanded. "Move it, you slut!" She couldn't budge. "You heard me! New get on that fucking floor!"
The floor was cold stone tile. She slowly sank down on the hard surface and felt a chill race through her entire body.
"Okay, you slut!" he cried. "Let me see your fucking tits!" She made no move. He bent over her and pulled at her blouse. "I said I want to see your fucking tits! Now show them to me, slut!"
He ripped open her blouse. Her breasts were now exposed, and she trembled with fear.
He went wild as he started to massage and caress her melons. They were so juicy and so ripe that Mr. Halsted got a hard-on immediately. He pressed so hard on her tits they became reddened and rough, but he didn't stop.
"Oww! That hurts!" she cried. "Stop that! Owwww!" He only chuckled. It pleased him to hurt her. She had lied to him. For days she had said that she couldn't he with another man and she had been with Bill. She must have been with Bill all this time.
"It's gonna hurt a lot more, slut, before I get through with you," he snarled. "I'm gonna really hurt you, baby!"
He pulled at her skin. She held onto it, but his strength was greater than hers, and he pulled it completely off. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in fear. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Oh, I'll hurt you if I want to," he said angrily. "You fucking lying whore! I'm gonna really hurt you baby! Just spread your fucking legs!"
He saw her lace panties covering her delicate bush. As he removed her skirt, he gently touched her panties with his fingertips. She groaned slightly as he applied a bit more pressure to the crotch of her panties, and then slowly started to lick her tits.
He was now massaging her breasts with his tongue, sucking on one tit, and then sliding across her body to the other, keeping his tongue pressed to her skin at all times. His fingers gently toyed with her lace garment.
It made him really hot and excited just to touch the panties. He knew he would get inside them in due course.
"You're really hot today!" he cried. "I can feel it. Your cunt hole is opening up wider. I'm gonna lick it, Arlene baby! I'm gonna lick your fucking cunt so much that your fucking juices are gonna drain into my mouth!"
He pressed the lace panties against her bush. She could feel the fabric pushing into her hole, and she slowly began to moan. Her body was heating up against her will, and she desperately wanted to feel a hard cock inside her hole. But she didn't want it to be Mr. Halsted's prick. If only Bill could come and rescue her. She would then let him fuck her in gratitude.
"You're getting juicy," he asserted. "I can reel it. I can feel the hot water pouring out of your hole," he said. "Ohhh, your panties are getting wet! Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna really fuck your hard, baby! Ohhhh! Your cunt is gonna get a real hot cock!"
He continued to rub his hand against her crotch, and unzipped his fly. His penis was hard, and he wanted to be ready to plunge deep within her craving hole.
She looked up at her boss, who by now had taken his cock and balls out of his pants. He gleefully pushed his meat in her face, rubbing his balls against her chin.
He slowly slid down her body, pulling his cock and balls along her naked skin, rubbing the organ against her tits, and finally pressing his meat against her tender nest.
She could see that his prick was hard and really throbbing. His cock was just about ready to plunge into her steamy bush.
He rested his cock against her cunt, slowly pulling down her panties. As he expected, her cunt really was wet inside, and the tip of his cock confirmed that as it became coated with her pussy juices.
She twisted and writhed underneath him. He maneuvered himself so that his cockhead always touched her cunt lips, so matter how she twisted away from him. He held her arms to the floor, and he slowly began to push his way into her body.
He was now using his hand to guide his penis into her cunt. She could feel it pushing in deeper and deeper, and she began to bang her ass against the cold floor in an effort to get him to stop.
But Mr. Halsted wouldn't stop. He was going to really fuck her, and he didn't care what she thought about it.
Despite what she said, she wanted to be fucked, thought Mr. Halsted. No girl's pussy gets all hot and juicy if she didn't want it, and Arlene's quim was really wet. The juices poured out of her cunt as if his cock was the only cock she had ever wanted.
"No! No!" cried Arlene, but Mr. Halsted paid her no attention. He just plunged his meat into her hole deeper and deeper.
She could feel his cock pressing against the sides of her cunt. Her pussy walls were already coated with her lubricants, and she was really greasing up his cock, making it easier for him to push in and out of her hole.
"I'm gonna really fuck you, baby!" he shouted. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna smash my fucking prick into your hole so fast, it's gonna come out the other end! Ohhh, are you gonna get fucked!"
She started to scream. His penis was actually beginning to hurt her, and she desperately wished that he would get off her. Her pussy, however, was still juicing up, and he knew that, deep down, she wanted to be fucked. All women want cocks up their snatches, and Arlene was certainly no exception to that rule.
His balls twitched as his penis pounded back and forth within her cunt hole. She moaned and sighed as he fucked her, his tongue licking her tits, and his hand beginning to massage her ass as he reached underneath her body.
"Get fucked, slut!" he cried, as his prick plunged harder and harder into her hole. "Ohhhhh, get fucked! Get fucked, you fucking whore!"
His meat sloshed in her tube. He was getting more and more wild as Arlene's body heated up to the boiling point. Her tits were now really bruised and roughened as he bit on her nipples, nearly breaking them off with his teeth.
Her ass began to pound against the floor. They were twisting and rocking back and forth, his penis filling up her canal so deeply that she felt it would puncture her womb.
He started to fuck her even faster. His dong slithered in and out of her marshy slit hole, and he could almost feel the steam pouring out of her twat.
"GET FUCKED YOU FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed. "GET REALLY FUCKED YOU GODDAMN BITCH-WHORE!"
He rolled over onto his side, pulling her along with him. His penis kept sloshing in and out of her tube and now she was on top of him, her body pulsating up and down along his erect pole.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer into him. He made her spread her legs even wider, and then rolled over on top of her again, smashing his pecker so far into her that his balls were almost sucked up into her whirlpool of cunt juice.
"Tell me you want it, bitch!" he cried. "Tell me you want to be fucked hard! I know you do, so admit it, whore!"
She was silent. He slapped her on the ass, causing red marks to appear and remain there. She wouldn't admit what they both knew, and that was that she really dug being fucked on the hard cold floor. She wanted it. She had to have it. She loved to be fucked.
Yet Arlene wouldn't say anything, just to deny him that satisfaction. She was loving every minute, every inch of that fuck, yet she wouldn't say so to him.
"Damn you, you fucking broad!" he screamed. "I know you love it! Your pussy is on fire! Tell me you want to be fucked even harder!"
She still remained silent. He slapped her even harder, and she still refused to go along with him. His balls went wild as he hit her, and his tool was ready to shoot.
"I'm gonna come, you fucking slut!" he screamed. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come and really smash your fucking cunt! Tell me you want to be fucked!"
His cock exploded inside her pussy. She rocked back and forth with him as she felt the jism coating the insides of her hole.
"I'm coming, you bitch!" he cried. "Ohhhhh! Get fucked! Ohhh! Get fucked, you fucking slut! You whore! Ohhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhh! Ohhh! Aaaggghhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
His hot cock shot thick wads of creamy jism into her slit, and she bit her lip to prevent her from crying out with joyous delight. She loved that prick up her slit, but she would not let him know it.
Her pussy easily filled up with his hot sperm. It flooded her tube, and started to ooze and slide out of her hole. His penis was coated with his sperm and her juices, and the slimy prick now slid out of her hole, still dripping his semen against her body.
When his cock was completely withdrawn from her quim, he smeared his jism all over her, scooping it up with his hands and rubbing it into her tits.
"I'm gonna cover you in hot scum, baby!" he cried. "You're a fucking whom, and you're gonna prove it to the world. I want you to smell like cock juice wherever you walk!"
She screamed and tried to struggle to get away from this latest indignity, but his powerful arms held her rooted to the spot. She ached to be freed of his power and passion, but he wanted to rub his jism into her skin and would not free her until he was done.
"There, slut!" he cried when he was finished. "You smell like a giant cock, all covered with hot come. That's the way you're gonna smell in this office from now on. Every day, I'm gonna fuck you, and rub the come all over your fucking slut body. You got that, bitch?"
"No! I don't want that! No! No! Please no!"
"Okay, whore, I got another idea for you. You're fired."
"F-f-fired?"
"Yeah, slut. You're fired. You were fired the instant that Bill Sample's dick was shoved up your pussy. Whenever that was, you got that?"
"He only fucked me yesterday night," said Arlene, as if that would be a defense.
"Ha! But okay, so you were fired and fucked at the same time last night. That prick of his sliding into your fucking hole was your pink slip. You got that, whore?"
Arlene started to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. Not even Eddie had ever treated her this way. He had been rough with her to be sure, but he had not made her suffer like this.
"Now get out, slut!" he cried. "Goddamn bitch! Fucking whore! Lousy tart! Beat it, fucking cunt! Get out of my office before I throw you out without your clothes!"
Mr. Halsted put his spent cock and balls back inside his pants and then walked out of the washroom. He was counting to ten, and then he promised her he would toss her naked out of his office.
"One… two…"
"I'm going! I'm going!" she cried desperately. "Three… Four… Five… Six…"
"Just let me get my clothes on!"
"Seven… Eight… Nine… Well? Are you done yet? I have only one number left, you fucking slut!"
"Okay, I'm going! I'm going. Damn it, I can't even get my fucking shoes on!"
"Ten!" He strode towards her as she was leaving the washroom. "Now set the fuck out!"
He started to pull her towards the front office door. She was just at the door when she turned around, and slapped him in the face.
"You fucking prick!" she called out. "I'll get you for this if it's the last thing that I do!"
"Just get out, slut!" he cried. "I'm through with you. You're fired. Now get your things and get out of this company!"
Arlene raced back to her desk, the tears streaming down her face. She refused to look up at her co-workers who were trying to offer her some sympathy.
"What happened?" asked Suzie. "You look all upset."
"Please, Suzie," said Arlene. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it. It's too upsetting."
She gathered her personal possessions and stormed out of the office. She wouldn't even acknowledge Bill, who had come out to see what all the fuss and commotion was about. She was sure that it had been Bill who had told Mr. Halsted. How else could he have found out?
Arlene got a taxi and went home. Though she knew she would get into a fight with her parents, she simply didn't want to wander about anywhere. She wanted to bury her face in her own pillow in her own room and cry her own team.
"Arlene! What's the matter? Why are you home so early?" she said her mother as she walked in the door. "And what happened to you yesterday? Why didn't you call us?"
Arlene ignored her mother. She went right up to her room. She buried her face in the pillow and started to cry.
Her mother kept right after her. "What happened at work? Your father was so upset about your not showing up that he phoned your boss. Did you have a fight at work? What's going an, Arlene? Why won't you ever tell your mother anything?"
Arlene couldn't stand it any more. "Mother!" she screamed. "Mother, shut up!"
Mm. Walters was shocked. "How dare you talk to me like that. I'm going to call your father at his office right away."
She stormed away from her daughter's door. Well, thought Arlene, at least that got her away for a while.
But it was only for a while. After about half an hour, when Arlene had just about been ready to fall asleep, her mother stormed into her room.
"Well!" said the woman. "So now the truth comes out!"
Arlene looked up. "What truth?" she asked.
"I just spoke to your father," said the woman. "And he just spoke to your ex-boss."
Arlene's face turned white. "What did he say?" she asked cautiously.
"That you were fired because of your loose morality in the office," she said deliberately and slowly. "In other words, because you are the office whore!"
"What?" Arlene was astounded. "Mr. Halsted said that?"
"He told your father that. You can imagine how upset your poor father was when he heard that. The office whore!"
"But mother! How could he, say that? That's untrue!"
"I doubt that, Arlene. It's that boy you were going with. That Eddie. He made you a whore. Now I want you to get out of his house. I don't want a whore living here. You're filthy, Arlene. Dirty. Filthy. You have brought shame to this house and I want you to leave it so we can be clean again."
Arlene was stunned. "Mother! How can you say that to me? I'm your daughter."
"Not any more you're not. You're no daughter of mine. You're a filthy and disgusting whore! I told your father that you would be out of here by the time he came home from work. Now out! Get out! Get out, you whore! Move it! I don't ever want to see your slutty face again!"