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Insider Trading by Karen Blane 
 
Oh by the way red tape first.
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Luv Karen 
 
I was hanging out with Amy watching her play on her smartphone.  “What’cha doing?”  “Day trading.  I made fifty bucks last week.”  “Isn’t that gambling?”  “Yeah but it’s better odds than the slots.  Besides it’s more private.”  “How’s it work then?”  You buy and sell shares. The ones you think will go up you buy and the ones you think will go down you sell.”  “Do they charge you?”  “Yeah but it’s not too bad.  I generally look out for when the results are about to be published then buy before and sell afterwards they can go up 5%.  Sometimes I buy before the dividend and sell afterwards.”  “How much do you spend at a time?”  “Sort of fifty.”  “So you make two dollars fifty on fifty dollars?”  “No if you’re certain you’re right you can buy an option which makes more money but you can lose everything.”  “You mean like betting your shirt on a horse.”  “Yeah you get a kick if it wins and a headache if it loses.”  I looked through the shares and found a company I liked the name of.  “Put me twenty bucks on the nose on that one.”  “Make it fifty to be interesting.” I gulped, fifty was a lot of money.  “OK.”  “Money first.”  I pulled out my mad money a hundred dollar bill.  Amy took it and placed the whole hundred on a buy option for the company.  I was aghast.  What had I done.  “Live dangerously kid. Live for kicks.”  “How long before I know if it’s won or not?”  “We’ll just look at it in three days time.” 
 
I was on tender hooks for three days.  “Well?”  I asked.  Amy took her smartphone out and was speechless.  “Wanna sell at a profit or hang on to see if it goes up even more?”  “Sell.”  Amy hit the sell button.  “So did I make two fifty?”  She blinked “You made two thousand five hundred and thirty seven dollars and if you’d held on for another five minutes you’d have lost your hundred dollars.”
 
It sounded scary to me besides we had end of term to celebrate.  We looked through the prom dresses at Walmart.  The sixty dollar dresses were nice but I found one for thirty that would do.  Bradley wouldn’t notice what I wore anyway so why spend money I didn’t have.  Bradley, oh he’s just a guy in class you know.  One day I’ll summon up the courage to talk to him.  I mean it’s not like he talks to anyone else. 
 
I was in shock after the prom.  Bradley asked me to dance, I nearly didn’t say yes fast enough but I got my dance at least and he walked me home which was nice.  I suspect a teacher dug him in the ribs and pointed him in my direction but I’ll take whatever I can get.   I’m going to put my dress on a hanger in my wardrobe and never ever get rid of it.
 
Career?  What a joke.  I thought about college and asked mom.  She showed me how much was on the mortgage and took me through the monthly bills.  I hadn’t realised just how true Mr. Micawber’s words were.  “You could get a student loan?”  Yeah start my life off in debt.  College was out.  I applied for lots of jobs on line and mom brought out a dozen stamps she had left over from Christmas cards ten years ago.  I posted off an application or two but nothing came back until I got a phone call.  A week’s work as a temp if I could get there by 8:30 am this morning.  I skipped breakfast and arrived with seconds to spare. 
 
When I got there they were setting up for a meeting.  I got given some photocopying to do.  Then I had to make sure all the places had the correct papers.
 
I had to sit on each chair to make sure it was set to the right height.  The caterers didn't turn up so I volunteered to make the coffee and run down to the canteen for some snacks.
 
I kept back two bacon sandwiches for me but put one in a paper bag by each seat.  I hovered during the meeting and refilled mugs as required.  It was all boring sort of stuff until they talked about the profits this year had recovered after last years drop.
 
I dropped in to see Amy on the way home and had her put everything I could lay my hands on a gamble the stock would rise including the money we'd made before.  It drifted up a little bit the next day but Wednesday when they declared the year's figures it climbed.  We made a killing.
 
Friday the last day his secretary prepared his signature book before taking the afternoon off.  I was to take it into him. Once she had left I made him a coffee and found a plate to put a few biscuits on. “You don't have to make my coffee these days.” He exclaimed as he sipped it. “Your book sir.” He opened it up and signed away until he came to the last page I'd slipped in. He frowned at me and turned the book so I could see it.  “Oops you weren’t supposed to see that. I just had a fantasy about getting your attention and being rogered by you.” He gave me a look.  “Well a girl is allowed some fantasies isn’t she?”  I stepped up to him and kissed him dreaming that it was Bradley, it wasn’t but it was quite nice.  His hand came up and cupped my breast.  I must have forgotten to wear a bra that afternoon.  “We could do something about your fantasies?” He queried before suckling on my left nipple. 
 
“Naw, I don’t on a first date and it’s my last day today.  Sorry.  I mean it wouldn’t do to do anything when someone might walk in.  If it was six thirty in the morning that would be different.  No one is in until 8 am so we’d have an hour to live out my fantasies but only if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”  I moved his head off my left onto my right.  “The other one would like some attention as well.”  I thought wicked thoughts and felt myself melt inside as he suckled me.  “I could ask for an extension to your contract?”  “See you Monday morning then bright and early.  Now I’d better go before someone catches us.” 
 
Monday the alarm went off at some unearthly hour and I seriously thought about ignoring it but then I remembered I needed a job and that particular job.  I threw a pair of jeans and a top on before thrusting a skirt into my backpack and cycling into work.  I made two coffees and microwaved a couple of slices of broad before dropping them in the toaster, breakfast.  I carried everything into his office and I’d just managed to finished the second bit of toast before he arrived.  I shed my jeans and top and stood there in my nightie.  
 
Randy old git, I barely had time to give him a hand job before sizing up his rod and slipping the appropriate sized condom in my mouth before slipping it over him.  Belt and braces I call it.  I might be on the pill but an extra method never hurts.  Afterwards I curled up in his lap.  Can you believe he’d never had anyone apply a condom from their lips before.  Next he’ll be telling me there was a time when people didn’t have smartphones.  Still he knew how to use what god had given him and if I closed my eyes and pretended it was you know who I could enjoy myself as well. 
 
By seven thirty I was dressed office camouflage and faded into the filing cabinets. We settled down into a routine and things ran quite smoothly until I overheard his executive assistant telling him off.  “You only keep her around because she makes your coffee.”  “I didn’t ask her to she just does.”  “Degrading that what it is expecting her to make your coffee.  Next the other managers will expect their staff to make their coffee.”  I slipped away, something must be done but what?   
 
First I interrupted one of his meetings with a tray containing two mugs of coffee and some biscuits.  “I hope you don’t mind but he’s short of time this morning for his coffee so I thought you could both have one whilst you talked.”  I whisked myself out the door.  “Very obliging staff you have.”  Came the comment “Now down to business.” 
 
Next morning as I lay in his lap “You’d better get me a coffee this morning and perhaps make one for your executive assistant.”  He looked at me bleakly.  “I’m not sure I could manage the high tech coffee machine.”  We went down to the coffee room together and I showed where to put the pods in and where the coffee came out.  “Now this pod is the one you prefer and that one is the one your executive assistant likes.”  “Red for Ruth, green for me.  Right.”  “Now I’ll text you when to make it for maximum impact.”  “Text make coffee.  Got it.”  We went back and he had me once more bending over the desk.
 
I waited until one of the Avon catalogue gossips was in her office then sent him in with a mug of coffee for her.  She was speechless, but within twenty minutes everyone in the place knew he’d made her a mug of coffee.  The gossips had a field day and anything she said to deny anything was treated with a pinch of salt.  I just stayed very carefully out of the way and was my normal helpful self round the office.  
 
“I could arrange something permanent?”  “I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.”  “As you like.”
 
I passed on the office gossip to Amy.  A competitor's product would be delayed.  A new regulation was coming that would impact the existing products.  It was all grist to Amy's mill.
 
“So girl have we made enough to take us to college or just a week on the beach in Mexico?”  “We could manage college, we could even take someone with us.  I mean Bradley might be nice to have around.”
 
“I can't see Bradley agreeing to let me pay for him to go to college.”  “But if I could fix it?”  I looked at her.  “Yeah OK.” 
 
I was thinking about what I had to do that night so switched on my voice recorder to make notes to myself.
 
I felt a hand run over my bum so turned to face them.  “I'd prefer it if you left my bum alone.”  “You're Gerald's slut.  If you're putting out for him you can put out for me as well.”  Crap I could do without.  “Certainly sir, I trust you are HIV positive, I wouldn't want you to catch anything if you weren't.”  I stepped off at the next floor and resolved to stay away from his wandering hands.
 
I was feeling indignant so I took the little card out of my phone and sealed it in an envelope signing it across the flap.  Dated it and mailed it to HR.  It was encrypted but I could give them the password later.
 
“Amy could you make it appear someone was insider trading?”  “Wot you mean do the transaction in their name with the results going to their bank account?”  “Could you set it up?”  “Yeah no problem.  Just get their bank account details.”
 
A year I'd been working here and there the annual results were ready for publication.  I rang them through to Amy.  I let Gerald shag me one last time then as I was curled up in his lap I mentioned “I won't be in next week.”  “Going on vacation?”  “No I've decided to go to college.”  “Want me to arrange a management trainee job for you?  The company would pay your fees etc.”  “Thanks but no.  I've enjoyed our time together but it's time to do something different.  You never know you might get promoted.”  I gave him one last kiss then scurried away.
 
I paid cash for the prepaid phone.  Then we setup the email account using the sim card.  We sent details of the short selling options that had been made in Gerald's boss's name.  Another email to HR with the password for the encryption.  Then we sat back to watch the fun.
 
Gerald got promoted when his boss was charged with insider trading.  Well I felt it was the least I could do and if it took down the bum fondler so much the better. 
 
“So girl how much did we make?”  “By the time I paid the capital gains tax that sort of cut it down a bit.  I paid myself five million dollars for doing the technical bit and I spent a few thousand on odds and ends.”  “Five million sounds steep.” “Your share comes to thirty one million so I thought five was reasonable?”  “Yeah I guess so.”  She handed me a letter signed by Bradley accepting a five year contract with the 33428 company.  “Who on earth is the 33428 company?”  “Oh I set it up, you own it.  I thought if it employed us then it wouldn’t look like we had lots of money at university.  Anyway he starts on Monday.”  “How?”  “You’d be surprised how cheap out of work actors are.  I set one up in an office rented by the day to interview Bradley and get him to sign up.  I think we should go and see him and break the news he’s working for you.” 
 
We both knocked on Bradley’s front door.  “We’d like to see Bradley please.”  “Go on up, first door at the top of the stairs.”  Moments later we were in his room and there was Bradley, headphones on staring at a computer screen.  I lifted one leg hitched my skirt up and adjusted my stockings.  His head swivelled round.  “What you doing here?”  “Now that’s no way to talk to your boss.” said Amy.  “Boss?”  “Remember this?”  Amy threw a photocopy of his acceptance letter at him.  “So?”    “We all work for the same company.  Claire was hired first so she’s the boss.”  “We need to talk.”  I said.  “Why?”  “I have to draw up a training plan.  I thought going to University for four years would be a good idea.”  “Why?”  “I have a large training budget.”  “You’ll never get away with it.”  “Let’s just pretend we have the money.”  The door nudged open and a tray with three mugs of coffee arrived with a plate of biscuits. 
 
 
 
 
 

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Insider Trading - Karen Blayne