Whistleblower's Punishment

Chapter 2

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"TGIF," whispered Katie Parker to her empty corner office. I'm going to take Saturday off for a change she thought. Maybe just do a little work at home. Or hang around the pool and seduce the pool boy thought Katie laughingly before she reminded herself that Salvador was only nineteen and she had to banish those kind of thoughts from her head before she made a fool out of herself.

Get a grip, Katherine Parker she admonished herself. You're forty-one years old. Keep your mind out of the gutter and your knees together. Lately, I've had sex on the brain. It must be a hormone imbalance. My period has become irregular. Old girl you are heading into menopause and your glands are demanding a final fling.

Last night for the first time in months, Katie had given in to her desires and masturbated. The sound of the neighbor's car alarm had awakened her. She hadn't been able to get back to sleep after it was turned off. Why not thought Katie as she pulled up the hem of her nightgown and put her hand on her sex. I used to masturbate all the time. It was part of my nightly ritual. I'd get myself off then sleep like a baby.

She took the oversized vibrating dildo the women in her department had given her as a gag birthday gift. She inserted fresh batteries and twisted the cap to switch it on. Katie squeezed some K-Y Warming Jelly on her fingers then smeared it over the end of the dildo.

"Oh that feels fine," whispered Katie to the dark as she used her fingers to apply some of the warming jelly to her clit. "Just like Salvador's hot Latin mouth when he goes down on me."

Katie twisted the base of the dildo to start the vibrator.

"That's it," moaned Katie as touched the tip of the dildo against her clit enjoying the sensation created by the vibrating latex against her love button.

At least my clit still works realized Katie. And I know what would feel even better. Katie opened the nightstand drawer again to remove a much smaller hard plastic vibrator. She flipped the switch to ON then worked the tip of the smaller vibrator around her button as she pressed the lifelike head of the other dildo into her vaginal opening. She gasped as she pushed the large head into her opening fantasizing her lover's cock was forcing her passage. Katie kicked the covers off and raised her legs for easier access to her sex.

"Oh that's more like it," Katie whispered in the dark. "Who needs a man when you got marital aids and fresh batteries?" Katie groaned as the dildo slipped several inches into her vagina. "Just pretend it's a hard cock and some unknown stud is going to fuck your brains out."

There's nothing wrong with masturbating reasoned Katie as she pressed the tip of the vibrator hard against the base of her clit. In fact it's a good thing because it helps me to maintain control. Katie sighed then melted down into her bed spreading her legs wider and bending her knees. In fact, the pamphlet that Doctor Gibbons gave me after my last Pap smear said it was healthy, especially for a pre-menopausal female who is not having frequent sexual intercourse. Frequent, how about never? Well at least not in years admitted Katie.

It wasn't long before Katie experienced an orgasm causing her to writhe back and forth across her bed.

"Well, old girl, you can still pump out lube like a stripper well," whispered Katie as she felt how she had coated her thighs with glandular secretions. After that she had fallen sound asleep until her alarm sounded at 6:30AM.

But I need to stop fantasizing about Salvador decided Katie as she looked out over the city of Houston. Her corner office in Enron Center had a terrific view of the Houston skyline. I won't allow myself to get carried away and do something stupid. He's a handsome virile young man helping his father during school vacation. I'll keep busy elsewhere when he's cleaning the pool. There won't be a repeat of last week.

That brought to Katie the image of Salvador sweating in the hot Houston sun skimming the leaves out of her pool. Katie had been home the previous Sunday afternoon and watched from the kitchen window as Salvador clad only in a pair of cutoffs checked the chlorine level. She pictured herself kneeling before him sliding her tongue up his hard muscular thighs. One hand unfastened the brass snap in the waistband as the other unzipped his fly. His cock was already hard as she freed it from the cutoffs. Her hands clutched his muscular buttocks as she took his manhood in her mouth. The smell of his crotch acted as an aphrodisiac exciting Katie. After she'd licked his balls and tickled his anus with her index finger, he'd carried her to a nearby chaise where he'd kissed her lips and breasts as he removed her bathing suit. Katie pictured herself lying there with her legs spread offering her sex to the boy.

"Salvador, take me and use me," she mouthed to the kitchen window.

Embarrassed by such behavior, she'd shaken off those thoughts and retreated to her home office to work.

After last night, it's no wonder I've got sex on the brain. The next time the girls in the office invite me to go with them, I'm going to cancel. I'll tell them I have a headache. Last night had been girl's night out for her group. They'd gone out after work for drinks at the Houston Gentlemen's Club on Westheimer Blvd. The women always surprised Katie with how freely they talked about sex. Did they watch anything on television other than Sex and the City?

Brenda, the buxom red head in Cash Accounting shocked Katie by describing how she liked to roam the dance clubs on weekends picking up different men and taking them home for sex. Brenda had openly expressed a preference for threesomes and something she referred to as 'sandwich fucks'.

"One cock is great but two are even better," was how Brenda expressed it.

The employees decided at the last minute to go to club to watch male strippers. Thursday night was ladies only night at the Houston's Gentlemen's Club. Katie as management felt she had to go along to show she was a good sport. After several drinks the women including Katie loosened up and became rowdier. Katie had changed a twenty into singles. She enjoyed herself tucking the bills into the waistbands of the men's briefs. One of them had playfully grabbed her wrist and pushed it down his front touching his cock. Katie had shrieked in amused embarrassment as her hand came in contact with his manhood.

Later, she was seated at the edge of the dance floor when she looked up to find a young Hispanic boy gyrating his hips to the music. He reminded her of Salvador. The tight Spandex thong he was wearing clearly outlined his large cock. Katie was mesmerized by the presence of his cock only inches from her face. The other women were laughing and giggling as he moved even closer brushing that bulge across her cheek. I wish he would rip my clothes off and fuck me right here on the floor thought Katie.

Right before they left she noticed Brenda talking with the Hispanic dancer. As everyone was walking out, Brenda had pressed a business card in Katie's hands.

"Reynaldo charges $100 an hour but he's worth it. At least that's what my sister Wanda, says," whispered Brenda.

"Your sister's married," replied Katie. She knew Wanda. Wanda had worked for Katie until recently when she left to have a baby. Katie had been to Wanda and Cole's wedding.

"Wanda likes variety. You should give him a try. All work and no play makes for a lousy life," said Brenda.

"Thanks," muttered Katie not knowing what to say.

When Katie got home, she'd put the card in the trash. Later she'd had second thoughts and taken it out and put it in her desk drawer. When did I get to be such a prude Katie scolded herself? When I was in college, I was wild and slept around. I even participated into some group gropes at those fraternity parties when we got high and took our clothes off to play naked Twister. One night Mary Sewell and I got drunk and ate each other while everybody watched. Now I've become a middle-aged prude whose only lover is Enron. Maybe just maybe I should call Reynaldo and have him stop by and screw me.

At the club Katie had gotten a little drunk from two cosmopolitans and a tequila shot. She tumbled into bed as soon as she got home and slept soundly until her neighbor's car woke her.

What had bothered her about last night was that just as she reached her climax, she realized she was repeating, "Salvador, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me," as she plunged the large dildo into her cunt. "Salvador, stick your dick up my ass," she cried as she put the tip of the smaller vibrator just inside her anus.

That next morning a chastened Katie had promised herself she would banish those sexual thoughts and laser focus on her career and family responsibilities.

Katie was a full vice president in Enron's Accounting Department. She supervised a staff of over eighty professionals. Her hours were long and the demands of the job left almost no time for a social life. She worked half a day most Saturdays, often all day. It wasn't uncommon that Katie and other members of the senior accounting staff were in work on Sundays. But it was the end of the first quarter; taxes and financial reports were finished and filed with the SEC. It was customary that the Accounting Department executives took a little breather after weeks of twelve-hour days. Katie knew, based on her three years at Enron, that things would quickly get busy again. There was a dizzying pace at the company but the work was challenging and one thing you could say that unlike her previous employer, Arthur Anderson, it was never dull.

Katie smiled at the pictures of Beth Ann on her desk. She was definitely growing up, eighteen in three months, all happening too fast Katie reflected. I sometimes wish she could stay my little girl forever. She looks like her father thought Katie and that's a good thing. Ellis might have been an irresponsible prick but he was damn good looking, too good looking considering the way women were attracted to him. I wonder where that bastard is. Katie's husband and Beth Ann's father had moved out right after Beth Ann was born. Katie came home one day and found a note stating, "Married life and kids are not for me". He disappeared without a trace. Before he left, he emptied their checking and saving accounts. Katie was forced to borrow money from her parents to feed the baby. Katie had never heard from Ellis again. Good riddance she concluded years ago.

Raising Beth Ann as a single parent had not been easy; but Beth Ann would be a high school senior next school year and off to college after that. She's a good girl, one a mother can be proud of thought Katie. No drugs, no trouble with the law, very studious, I'm lucky. And some young boy is going to be lucky when he gets Beth Ann.

Although sometimes I wish she was just a little less of a good girl. Katie's feeling about Beth Ann's membership in Not Me Now was ambivalent. Katie had lost her virginity when she was fifteen when she was a sophomore in high school. Her date to the prom had gotten her drunk and taken her virginity when she passed out. After that Katie had sex on a regular basis with whomever she was dating. It might be better if Beth Ann had some practical sexual experiences before her wedding night though Katie. But Beth Ann was adamant and it did not seem to be a position one could argue with. How you tell you daughter it might be better to get laid a few times so you know which end is up on your wedding night was a question Katie was not prepared to answer.

It would be nice if I had a man in my life but I lived without one for the last sixteen years and I can probably last another sixteen thought Katie. Katie decided many years ago that between her job and her daughter, there was no time for a relationship. Katie was certainly attractive enough to snare a man; but it was a question of priorities. Still it would be exciting to have a steady beau especially on weekends like this when Beth Ann was invited by the Roberson's to go to the lake. The Roberson's daughter, Cheryl, was Beth Ann's best friend and the girls had been looking forward to spending the weekend at the Roberson's lakefront home. They planned to water ski every day. Cheryl's father, Matt Roberson worked at Enron as VP of the Human Resources Department. Katie would be alone all weekend for the first time in a long time. Might as well get used to being by myself. Beth Ann was hoping to attend college back east in the Ivy League.

Katie's mood darkened when she thought about what she had done exactly four weeks ago tomorrow. She wondered why her letter to the SEC had not produced at least a minor blowup. Andy Fastow, Enron's CFO and Katie's boss, looked like he hadn't a worry in the world. Katie thought about how she had arrived at her decision to post a detailed statement outlining exactly what was devious, wrong, misleading and outright illegal with Enron's use of off shore financial entities to overstate the company's profits. Of course, she had sent it anonymously. She had even worn latex gloves to print the letter and prepare the envelope. Enron's senior management could be amazingly aggressive in searching out employees who tried to secretly double-cross management. Katie didn't want her fingerprints on that letter. Anyone who openly questioned what Andy was doing, quickly found themselves unemployed.

With Beth Ann starting to college in less than two years and tuition in the stratosphere, Katie needed her job. The pay and bonuses from Enron would be hard to match anywhere else. Katie had not easily arrived at her decision to rat out her CFO to the SEC. She had spent hours of her own time reviewing documentation of the several hundred incredibly complex off shore deals that Andy had fashioned. She kept trying to convince herself they were sound business deals in the company's interests. But, ultimately there were only two conclusions that any person knowledgeable in corporate finance could reach. One was that Andrew and his wife Lea were personally benefiting from the agreements and secondly that that the agreements were being used to vastly overstate Enron's profits.

Katie had told herself she was motivated by company loyalty. She loved her job and considered Enron a great place to work. Why would I let that bastard screw it up? He can destroy Enron with his actions. Investors and lenders would walk away leaving the company in bankruptcy if they knew half of what was going on here. Katie had considered going to the CEO, Jeffrey Skilling or maybe even Kenneth Lay, the Chairman, but every time she saw them together with Andy, they treated each other like a band of brothers. Skilling or Lay would probably assume that Katie was just a disgruntled employee, pissed off because they didn't like the size of their bonus or passed over for promotion.

Still it had been four weeks, since she had dropped the letter in the mail to the SEC and nothing had happened. Katie rationalized that the SEC was a government agency and it would take them forever to react. Katie had been careful about the letter. She had driven almost 100 miles out of Houston to post the letter from a small rural post office. She was certain there was no way they could trace it back to her. There were over 1400 employees in Enron's Accounting Department. Any of them could have sent it or for that matter, the whistle blower could even be an Arthur Andersen employee or maybe one of the myriad consultants running around Enron Center.

Katie told herself to relax and enjoy the weekend. She planned to spend Saturday shopping and maybe ever have her hair restyled. There was a new day spa at the mall near her home. Maybe she would treat herself to a half day of pampering including a massage and a manicure. Perhaps I'll buy a new bathing suit and relax around the pool. Salvador will be there. My God Katie Parker stop it thought Katie. I'll just take it easy tonight and really enjoy myself tomorrow. I'll go to a movie in the afternoon and not even be there when Salvador arrives.

Out of habit, Katie threw some work in her briefcase and headed toward her reserved parking place in the garage underneath Enron Center. The garage was nearly empty. It was after 8:00. Katie had stayed late to create an analysis that Andy said he had to have for a Saturday meeting. Andy had sprung this on her at the last minute. She was lucky she had all the necessary raw data; all she had to do was feed it into the analytical model she used for calculating the profit/loss of each subsidiary.

Strange thought Katie as she approached her car. Instead of Karl Butcher's Lexus parked beside her Audi, there was a white panel truck. Although this was the area of the garage where spaces were reserved for VPs and above, things were less restrictive after office hours. Maybe Karl sold the Lexus and bought a truck. Not likely thought Katie. He was always telling her what a terrific car the Lexus was and that she should trade her Audi in for a new SC430 sports coupe.

As Katie reached down to open her car door she heard the side door of the panel truck slide open behind her. Startled, Katie began to turn when she heard a popping sound and felt a sharp jab in the back of her neck. Almost instantly, her vision blurred and she felt herself falling. Before she could hit the ground, someone grabbed her from behind. Everything went black as something covered her head. Her last memory was being lifted into the panel truck and hearing the large door sliding closed. She heard someone say, "There's her purse and keys. Let's go."