Keywords: MF, fant, mc
Part: 1 of 1
Author: Knave of Hearts
Title: The Ghost and Mr. Alden

The Ghost and Mr. Alden
© 1993 – 2000 Knave of Hearts

Recently, Dennis Alden purchased a small two-bedroom townhouse.  
A self-employed computer analyst, Dennis was typical of the young 
professionals living in the trendy Old Town district.  He ran his 
business from the basement office, while living on the top two 
floors by himself.  It was not unusual for him to spend many late 
hours working in the office.

It was on one of these late nights that he trudged up from the 
basement on the narrow staircase, crossed the hallway, and met a 
ghost.

"Shit!"  Dennis' exclamation sounded loud in the small sparsely 
furnished living room.  

He knew he had been under some stress lately, but now he felt 
sure he was losing it.  There she was, for whatever was in front 
of him was definitely female.  She stood at the bottom of the 
stairs dressed in an elaborate ball gown, a string of pearls 
accentuating her bosom.  And then, as soon as the image had 
registered in his tired brain, she was gone.

"I need some sleep."  Sure that lack of sleep was causing him to 
hallucinate, Dennis climbed to his room, closed his eyes and 
waited for sleep to overtake him.

The next day he met the ghost as he was taking a shower.  Dennis 
felt incredibly awkward, butt naked and trying to hide in a 
shower stall, talking to a lady in an antebellum ball gown.  

"Are you alright?" Her soft southern accent and the concern in 
her voice helped Dennis relax a bit.

"Yeah, sure." He shifted his weight to stand up straight.  
Suddenly reminded that he was still nude, he rushed to cover 
himself, blushing furiously.  "Why don't we talk outside?"

Turning off the water and wrapping himself in a towel, Dennis 
climbed out of the shower and introduced himself.  The apparition 
introduced herself as Jane Ellen Hubartson, the one-time owner of 
the house.  While they talked, she convinced him that she was 
real but was puzzled that for the first time in 100 years, he was 
the first person to be able to see her.

Dennis had just started to ask Jane Ellen more about herself when 
he heard his assistant, Alice Penman, shouting up the stairs.

"Hey Dennis.  You want me to start some coffee?"

He walked onto the landing.  "Sure Alice.  I'll be right down."

"Well, stop talking to yourself and get to it.  You've got work 
to do."

Turning around, Dennis saw that the ghost was gone.

That evening Jane Ellen reappeared as Dennis prepared for a date 
with his girlfriend Eleanor.  Dennis, making conversation, asked 
Jane Ellen what she did as a ghost.  

"Oh nothing mostly," Dennis was starting to adore her silky 
southern accent.  "I can't leave the house but I can influence 
people inside."  She said the last part with a mischievous glint 
in her eyes. Dennis, being polite, didn't inquire further but 
wondered what she meant by "influence."

Later that week, Dennis leaned back in his chair.  He rubbed his 
eyes and sought the energy to work some more.  A feathery touch 
on his shoulder startled him and he fell backwards onto the 
floor.

"Shit.  Oh I'm sorry Jane Ellen.  Please don't scare me like 
that."

Jane Ellen apologized.  After all, he was the first person in a 
100 years she could talk with but she had to remind herself that 
he could actually see and feel her.  They started talking and 
Dennis insisted she tell him how she came to haunt the little 
town house.  Her story was incredible.

In 1883, a young women named Jane Ellen Broadstreet married 
Jeremiah Hubartson, a rich old man.  The marriage had been 
arranged by her parents and a year after their wedding, she bore 
a son.  Once the heir was born, Jeremiah started ignoring his 
vivacious young wife.  His late nights working at the office or 
playing cards at his club meant that Jane Ellen was often left 
lonely at home with her loyal maid.

Highly spirited, she began adventuring into the nearby city with 
her maid.  Being attractive, intelligent, and full of life she 
soon made friends.  She often entertained, without her husband's 
knowledge, in the small "city house" that he kept for times when 
he worked late and didn't want to return to their country home.  
Sometimes the gatherings were scenes of intellectual discussions 
of art, life, and current events.  Other times, they were 
hedonistic gatherings of young people exploring each other's 
sensuality and debauchery.

Through these parties, Jane Ellen gathered an immense stock of 
sexual experience.  Within the first five years of her marriage, 
Jane Ellen had become a leader in the city's underground "smart 
set."  Her parties were glorious, free flowing affairs, much 
different from the rigid balls and tea parties other society 
ladies would host.

All seemed to be going well with Jane Ellen's double life, until 
one of her guests brought her husband to a party.  Seeing his 
wife drinking and cavorting with other couples enraged Jeremiah.  
He attacked Jane Ellen with his walking stick, knocking her down 
the stairs and killing her.  Contemporary rumors held that her 
ghost walked the small house from that time forth.

Time passed and the city grew.  The Hubartson manor disappeared 
in the growing urban sprawl, replaced by a block of apartment 
houses.  The city house, however, sat on a quaint little street, 
looking much the same as it did when Jane Ellen entertained 
there.  Rumors of ghosts were dismissed as superstition.

Dennis was spellbound by her story.  

"But what did you mean by influencing people?" he asked.  "Is 
that the same thing as getting them to do what you want?"

"Not quite," she responded.  "I can only get people to do what 
they want to do, but won't."

Seeing Dennis' confused look, she said, "Call your secretary in 
here."

Alice came into his office.  A good secretary, Alice Penman was a 
skinny, knobby-kneed teenager.  As far as Dennis had ever been 
able to find out, she never went out, except to Bible Study, and 
had never, ever uttered a word harsher that "Jeezy Pete."  

Immediately, Dennis could tell that something was different about 
his earth tone clad assistant.  Jane Ellen smiled, indicating 
that this was indeed a demonstration of her talent.  Alice looked 
flush, paler than her usual self.  Her hands fidgeted at her 
sides, clasping and unclasping in front of her.  

"Mr. Alden." She stood shifting from foot to foot. "I don't feel 
so good."  

"What's wrong Alice?"  Dennis looked from Alice to the ghost, 
anxious that no harm was coming to the innocent secretary.  When 
he looked back at Alice, he almost fell out of his chair.

Her dress was unbuttoned halfway, her pink satin bra highlighted 
against her pale chest.  Alice had a dreamy look on her face.  
Her nostrils were flared, gulping air with each breath, as she 
unfastened her dress.  Once the dress was completely unbuttoned, 
she looked directly into his eyes and disrobed, leaving the dark 
blue dress in a pile behind her.

Still staring directly into his eyes, Alice reached behind her 
back and unsnapped her bra.  Her heavy breasts spilled free.  She 
cupped them, pushing them together and offering their lush bounty 
to Dennis.  Her nipples were large, as thick and red as pencil 
erasers, and she pinched them between her fingers.

Alice took a deep breath.  She ran her hands down across her flat 
belly and slid her panties off in a single smooth motion.  Her 
pubes were wet and matted.  Dennis could smell how excited she 
was from across the room.  She threw her head back and closed her 
eyes, toying with the light brown curls at the top of her.  
Leaning against Dennis' conference table, Alice spread her legs.  
One hand concentrated on her breasts, tugging and pinching her 
nipples until they are red and swollen. Her fingers were slick 
with pussy juice as her other hand busily massaged her erect 
clit.  It wasn't long before a long, guttural wail signaled her 
orgasm.

Dennis was amazed.  Alice had never so much as given the 
slightest hint that she was capable of walking into his office, 
taking off her clothes, and masturbating in front of him.  Alice 
looked flustered as she came back to her senses and gathered her 
clothes.  Fifteen minutes later she was as normal as before the 
incident ever started.  Dennis looked around for Jane Ellen but 
she was gone, leaving him to wonder on his own.

That evening, Dennis had his girlfriend Eleanor and another 
couple over for a football game party.  As the party got started, 
Jane Ellen appeared in the bathroom mirror and told Dennis to get 
ready for the time of his life.  She then turned the party into a 
full blown orgy.

The next day, Dennis woke up in the midst of bare limbs and 
clothing.  He was amazed, intrigued, and appalled at what Jane 
Ellen's power could do.  Dennis called out for Jane Ellen and she 
suddenly appeared in the shower next to him.  Dennis remarked 
that they needed to come to a better arrangement.  Having her 
appear in the shower in her ballgown was too weird.

She told him more about herself and showed him a stash of papers 
and items that she had left in the house.  He began to believe 
her but told her that he didn't understand the how she got Alice 
to act the way she did.  He could believe that Eleanor acted the 
way she did because she drank too much, not because of any ghost.  
It was strange, however, that she'd gotten drunk before and 
hadn't behaved like a sex starved lunatic.  But he still can't 
understand what had made Alice strip in his office.

He took the papers she showed him to his office and researched 
her family tree.  He discovered that after her death, Jeremiah 
Hubartson had disowned and cast out Jane Ellen's 4 year old son.  
Jeremiah later remarried and sired a new family.  The son was 
taken in by the maid and was Dennis' ancestor.

When Jane Ellen found out that Dennis was her descendent, she was 
overjoyed.  Their celebration was interrupted when Dennis heard 
the office door open.  Looking out the office door he saw the 
business manager of Lumbolt Insurance, the company on whose 
project he had been losing sleep.  He groaned inwardly, knowing 
that the demographic study they want was not quite complete.  The 
raw data was complete but the reports weren't quite ready for 
delivery.  

Jane Ellen looked at the trim woman in the business suit and 
decided she could help.  Dennis, fearing what Jane Ellen's help 
could do to this delicate business arrangement, swallowed hard 
and went to meet with Karen Florian in the reception room.  Alice 
efficiently handled Ms. Florian and almost bumped into Dennis as 
he came out of his office.  Alice quickly whispered that Ms. 
Florian was here with more changes to the report format, the 
reason the project was late to begin with.  Dennis decided to try 
and reason with her, hoping that Lumbolt wanted the data more 
than they wanted the special format.

The meeting started poorly.  Jane Ellen, witnessing Dennis' 
agitation, exercised her special talent.  Dennis invited Ms. 
Florian back to his desk and showed her what he had accomplished 
and why another change would be harmful to the project.  

"You see Ms Florian," Dennis' sales pitch floundering, "I think 
we need to make the report format more generic. . . "  

His blood pressure climbed exponentially as he saw the cold, 
professional woman flush.  He remembered what had happened when 
Alice had looked at him that same way.  Karen Florian raised her 
hair from the back of her neck, fanning herself.  Now Dennis knew 
what Jane Ellen had meant, she wasn't making Karen do anything 
against her will.  Jane Ellen just fanned hidden flames and 
watched the fire burn.

Dennis tried to continue his spiel, talking about linkages and 
factors, but was distracted by Karen's squirming in her seat.

"Mr. Alden," Karen interrupted, "may I take off my jacket?"  

Dennis rose to hang her suit jacket on a wall peg.  Turning back 
toward the workstation, his breath caught in his throat.  There 
was Karen Florian, known throughout the city as "the Ice Queen", 
sitting by his workstation and the look she gave him had nothing 
to do with a demographic report.  Her nipples stood out from 
under her sheer silk blouse.  Deciding to skip the prologue, 
Dennis leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth.  As he'd 
expected, she returned his kiss with passionate vigor.

Dennis had been trying to keep the noise down, but saw that plan 
go south as soon as he got Karen's clothes off.  Holding his face 
between her legs, she made animal noises deep in her throat.  She 
came as he sucked her clit, thrashing her head from side to side 
in ecstasy.  Rolling over, Karen swallowed Dennis' cock.  She 
made obscene slurping and sucking noises as she expertly gave him 
head.  Dennis pushed her down and entered her roughly.  He 
slammed his cock into her body, using her arms to pull her onto 
his fleshy spike.  He stiffened and cries out as he fills her 
with his seed. 

Distracted by Karen kissing and nipping at his nipples, he didn't 
realize that Alice had come into the room until he felt her hands 
cupping his balls. The next hour was a blur of soft flesh and 
sensuous caresses.  Karen and Alice made him hard again and he 
fucked Alice while she and Karen explored each other.

Collecting themselves, Karen cleaned up in the bathroom and then 
left, promising an extension and no more changes to the project.  
Dennis sent Alice upstairs to clean up and then called for Jane 
Ellen.

"When you help, you don't know when to stop!"  He tried to be mad 
but couldn't help smiling, the memory of Alice, laying on his 
conference table, clawing his back as she came over and over 
again.

Jane Ellen pouted.  "I guess your Ms. Florian needed more thawing 
out then I thought.  Alice must have gotten caught in the 
overload."  Brightening, she added "At least you won't have to 
worry about losing Karen's business.  I think she'll be coming 
back."  

"Great," Dennis slumps into his chair still naked. "Dennis Alden: 
Sex and Computers.  Our motto will be:  If we can't make it go, 
we'll make you come."

"I just wanted to make sure your finances were secure so that you 
could concentrate on the task at hand, dear boy."

"What task?"

"Why the destruction of the Hubartsons, of course."  Jane Ellen's 
statement made the dissolution of one of the city's most powerful 
financiers sound like "Honey, I bought melon at the store."

"Whoa, Jane Ellen.  You're only missing a few key points.  First, 
they're rich and powerful.  Second and most importantly, I'm not 
killing anyone for any reason."

Jane Ellen looked at him as if he were her pet spaniel who had 
just crapped on the rug.  "Silly boy, of course you'll help 
avenge me and regain your birthright.  I never mentioned killing, 
I want them to suffer longer than that."  

The argument went back and forth for several minutes until Alice 
returned from upstairs.  "Mr. Alden."

"Please call me Dennis, I think we're past that kind of formality 
now."

"OK, Dennis.  I think I should be going home now."

"You'll be back tomorrow?"  That's great, the best secretary I've 
ever had and now I've blown it, he thought.

"Sure, I'll be here same time."  Dennis saw Jane Ellen's 
satisfied smirk over Alice's shoulder.

As soon as the door closed, Jane Ellen renewed her assault.

"Now then, let's see how you can do it."

"Wait a minute, I'm not going to destroy my life so I can 
'avenge' some crime that happened a hundred years ago.  They'll 
put me in the loony bin."

Jane Ellen's appearance changed from her usual ballgown to a 
hideously disfigured body.  Her skull was crushed on one side, 
ribs sticking through her shift, her leg bent at an obscene 
angle.  "This is what my loving husband did to me Dennis.  All 
I'm asking for is justice."

Shaken, Dennis put his face into his hands.  "All right, I'll 
help.  Just change back."  Glancing up from his hands he sees 
Jane Ellen in her usual gown.  "First we need to dig up some dirt 
on the Hubartsons."

"Look Dennis, just fix the old man up with some marked cards or 
spread rumors about the size of his penis."

Now it was Dennis' turn to chuckle.  "Jane Ellen, those things 
won't ruin anybody in this day and age.  He could be banging 
girls, boys, and small furry animals and no one would say a word, 
in fact some would envy him even more.  People do a lot worse 
these days."

Jane Ellen felt out of her depth for the first time.  "You'll 
think of something.  Won't that gadget help you?"  She indicated 
Dennis' computer workstation.

"Sure it will, but I'll need some help.  Tomorrow night we'll 
start Operation Revenge."

Tension was thick in the small office the next day.  Alice had 
trouble concentrating and Dennis couldn't stop staring at her 
back, remembering the way she looked thrashing around on the 
conference table,.  It was a relief when five o'clock came and 
Alice left, relieved that there hadn't been another orgy.

Dennis tidied up the office, preparing for the evening's main 
event.  He heard Eleanor come in the front door. 

 She stuck her head through the door, "Mary and I will start 
dinner."  She sounded annoyed that he hadn't come upstairs to 
greet her.  

"That's great honey, I'll be right up.  I'm waiting for a phone 
call."

The door buzzer rang.  Opening the door, the outside light 
revealed a thin, pale man in a worn sports coat.  

"Digger my man," Dennis greeted the visitor exuberantly, "It's 
been a while since Informantics."

Digger was the best hacker Dennis knew.  It was his hobby to 
dredge up forgotten bits of trivia on people.  Nothing was safe 
from him - credit card receipts, phone bills, it was all there in 
the computer.  All Dennis had to do was get him interested in 
what he had to offer in payment.

Digger entered the office, looking around he said, "I'm not sure 
you've moved up or not Denny.  But time is money they say, and 
your phone call mentioned both."  Digger had never been one to 
hone his inter-personal skills.

"Here it is babe.  Just find all the dirt in the world on J. 
Pierce Hubartson, I feed you dinner, see that you receive a 
modest honorarium, and the world continues to turn."  

Dennis was ready for Digger's reply. "Hubartson?  A little out of 
your league isn't he?"  

"Let's just say that I have an interest." Dennis sensed that now 
was the time to make the offer. "Give me the goods and you can 
pick your dream date."

"What?"  Digger's look said that that offer was the last he was 
expecting.

Dennis rushed to explain. "Upstairs, two very willing young 
ladies will . . ahem. . . relieve your tensions this evening.  
But only if I get what I need."  

Dennis knew that Digger couldn't buy a date on K Street with 
$1,000 dollar bill.  That was his Achilles heel, the one thing no 
one else could give him.  It was almost pathetic to watch 
Digger's emotions play out across his pinched features.

As if on cue, Eleanor stuck her head around the corner.  "Dinner 
will be ready in about an hour.  Was that your call?"  

Annoyance made her voice sharp.  Digger's eyes locked onto the 
long blonde hair, Dennis knew it was time to get to work. 

"Yes.  We'll be up in a minute.  Could you bring down two beers?  
I don't want to bother you with our business talk."

Her response showed Dennis that Jane Ellen was living up to her 
part of the bargain.  Rather than hearing Eleanor fire off some 
sarcastic put down, she acquiesced without a sound.  Digger's 
eyes drank in her luscious form as she brought down two bottles 
of beer.  Dennis pulled out the workstation's chair.  

"Thanks babe.  Digger and I won't be long."  Digger sat and 
stared just short of drooling at the sight of Eleanor's firm 
backside.

"You've seen the prize.  Now earn it."  

Dennis took a long pull off his beer as Digger's fingers flew 
across the keyboard.  Within moments he was downloading 
Hubartson's personal financial and medical records.  Before 
Dennis could finish his beer, Digger had finished with the usual 
background data and had moved onto more extraneous material.

"Here's the good stuff."  Digger was working in overdrive, 
anxious to get on with the festivities.  Governmental databases 
always had the damning evidence, but were always the easiest to 
break into, if you knew how.  

"Bingo."  Digger's fingers were a blur as they flew over the 
keyboard.  Dennis sat up, who'd have guessed Hubartson had a 
police record?

"Sexual abuse of a minor, two counts, 1987."  Digger narrated in 
a monotone.  "Probation.  Too bad, J.P. that's a lick that sticks 
with you."  More screens flashed as he dug for more information.  
"That's it, Denny boy.  JP put his fingers in the cookie jar and 
got caught.  Other than that he's no different from any other 
robber baron."

"You saved it all?"

"Yep."

"Send the police part to the Post.  Make sure they can't trace 
the source."  That should start a feeding frenzy.  "Something 
like Major Congressional Confidant Caught Chasing Cherries."  

"How about Banker Gets Busted Eating Brownies?"  "Jail Bait 
Breaks the Bank."

"Whatever sounds good.  Digger me lad, you've earned your pay 
tonight."

Digger's message was like throwing bloody meat in a shark pool.  
Dennis was sure that by the next evening Hubartson's cherry hunt 
would be the talk of the town.  Dennis collected the empty beer 
bottles on his way upstairs.  Time to party.

Dennis stood in front of his coffee machine the next morning.  
Closing his eyes he remembered the orgy Jane Ellen's powers had 
enabled last night. Taking a sip of coffee, he wondered which of 
last night's sights would stay with him longest: Eleanor's look 
as Digger buried his cock deep in her ass;  or Eleanor burying 
her face in Mary's shaven twat in a furious 69; or maybe Digger's 
smile as both girls sucked and swallowed his come.  The three of 
them looked as if they got along famously.  Jane Ellen's magic 
was in full force.

The door opened downstairs.  Alice was early for work this 
morning.  It was a good thing that Digger and the girls were 
already gone.  The morning paper was full of Hubartson's moral 
slip-up.  Dennis was sure that, as the week progressed, Hubartson 
would make front page news and all the morning talk shows.  True 
enough, Hubartson was made a media spectacle.  The news frenzy 
climaxed when a TV producer lured the girl Hubartson had been 
caught with out of seclusion.  By the end of the month, Hubartson 
commited suicide and the family business, the third largest bank 
in the city, closed.

It had been more than a month since Jane Ellen, having gotten her 
revenge, was able to pass through to the hereafter.  But Dennis 
could never forget her.  He sat at the kitchen table in his 
bathrobe, remembering Jane Ellen's last smile as she faded away 
for the last time.

"Hey, snap out of it." Alice playfully snapped her towel at 
Dennis' bare legs.  Of course, since she had used her only 
clothing as a weapon, she stood gloriously nude in the morning 
light.  Rising to the occasion, Dennis wondered if Jane Ellen was 
finally happy.  He knew he was.




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