Dick Fitswell works for Microcrap
by Jack Corbett

Suddenly the door to his new office opened and none other than Billy Masterbates himself walked in accompanied by Fitswell’s new secretary who immediately introduced herself as Sarah Stonehenge. Dick Fitswell disliked both of them immediately, Billy Masterbates because of his condescending airs and Sarah Stonehenge because he couldn’t get eye contact with her.

"Sarah Stonehenge will be working with you, Dick," said Billy Masterbates. "She is one of my most trusted employees so treat her like your shadow. Let her in on everything you do. If you do exactly what I tell you to do, your salary is going to be a million a year. All you have to do is to make most of the AOL servers work worse than they are already performing at. You have all their secret passwords and user id’s and the inside knowledge how to corrupt all their dialups. I will personally give you the secret Microcrap codes that’s going to make all the AOL dialups run as slow as molasses.

"They are already running as slow as molasses," Dick Fitswell replied. "They can’t get much worse than they already are."

"Trust me Dick. Use my Microcrap programs and they are going to do much worse. I am looking at causing them to lose half their customer base which is just what I did to Netscape."

"I have one condition for my working for you, and this is final," said Dick Fitswell. I have my own secretary, Wendy working for me here. I can’t use Sarah."

"Why not?" Billy Masterbates asked. "I trust Sarah completely."

"Can’t use her. Look at her. She’s got ice running through her veins. She can’t even look me in the eye. I’ll bet she’s never been fucked in her life and any woman I don’t stand a chance of fucking I’m just not going to trust."

"Sorry Dick. I can’t use you then. This is final. You either work with Sarah or you aren’t going to be working for Microcrap."

"You need me and you know it, Billy. Who else has all the passwords and inside knowledge to topple AOL? I’m the only person you know who’s got the knowledge and the guts to pull it off. Face it—you might not make it without me. You want world wide domination of the Internet and AOL’s the only thing standing in your way. Think of the power you will have. Whole nations will be forced to knuckle under you. The information revolution will all be yours. You will have complete control of the news world wide. AOL will be History but only if you hire me."

"I hate to admit it but you are right, Dick. Okay then. From now on you report directly to me. Bring Wendy on in then. And here’s the computer codes I’ve written up for you," Billy Masterbates replied as he handed Dick Fitswell a file folder of printouts. "Meanwhile, continue to pretend like you are working for AOL. Keep showing up for your normal job with them. You will be expected to work here only on weekends and late at night."

*****

Over at AOL Dick Fitswell had been promoted and was now working in its national headquarters thanks to his supplying most of their higher up execs with some of the best looking secretaries he could find from among the major strip clubs of the United States. On top of the building Dick Fitswell now worked in was a huge sign that could easily be seen from the interstate which read "Americans Online working together to create a better world in which you can be free." Dick Fitswell’s new office consisted of four rooms. There was the main reception area in which Wendy handled the phone and greeted visitors. There was the main computer room which connected to every AOL server in the nation. Then there was Dick Fitswell’s private quarters equipped with a well stocked bar, a leather chair, a roll top desk, and a huge heart shaped water bed. Adjoining it was the fourth room, a large restroom which Fitswell had designed himself. The faucets for both the lavatory and the shower were hard chrome penises which had been prepared from a mold prepared from Fitswell’s fifteen inch penis. On each penis shaped faucet Fitswell had inscribed "Caesar".

Dick Fitswell was in the midst of celebrating with Wendy his new million dollar job with Microcrap. She sat on his waterbed as he refilled her glass with scotch from his private bar. He handed her the glass, then announced confidently: "To my new million dollar a year job and your new promotion."

"Promotion for me? What promotion?" she asked.

"You are now my right hand, not just my secretary, "Dick Fitswell replied. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Wendy. You are now in charge of most of my orgasms as well as your official duties to both AOL and Microcrap."

"Not on your life, Dick. I’d never lower myself to fucking someone just to keep my job."

Dick Fitswell reached into his pocket for the set of car keys and dangled them in front of her. "Look out the window, Wendy and check out that green convertible out in the parking lot." Wendy opened the drapes. Her mouth gaped open when she saw the brand new green Corvette convertible with licence plates reading "Wendy69Queen".

"That’s a different story now, Dick. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you lie on this bed on your stomach and let me give it to you up your ass. Then when we’re done we are going to really get into some serious fucking."

He had wanted Wendy for months and for months she had played hard to get. Her magnificent breasts now pointed toward the covers, firm with long erect nipples. She lay face down, her head on the pillow with her back arched showing firm buttocks to the ceiling. "Time to tame the shrew," Dick Fitswell whispered quietly to himself. "She’s finally mine."

"I’m going to make her pay for having me wait this long," Dick Fitswell swore under his breath as he jammed 15 inches of raging erect cock up her ass. He laughed out loud when she screamed from the pain. "I can ease it in gradually and it won’t hurt as badly," he said to himself as he grabbed her around the neck as he pumped her from behind, "but I want her to never forget this moment". Thrusting quickly he jammed his full length into her with each thrust, coming in huge spurts while nearly strangling the breath out of her.

He let her whimper beside him as he caught his breath lying next to her. Then he went to the bar and got each of them a shot of Cuervo. After four shots he was ready to go again. She clung tightly to him as he penetrated her as his chest pushed up tightly against her bosom. "What do you have inside you now?" he asked her loudly. "Your cock," she replied.

"No. That’s not it. You have Caesar inside you now. Now repeat after me: "I am here not to praise Caesar but to allow him to be buried inside me."

"Very good," he told her after she repeated it. "I will ask you to repeat that each night, at least once while I am fucking you."

She was the tightest fit he had ever had. After he had come the third time Dick Fitswell announced: "I have to load some of that Microcrap code into the computer. Thank God we have that laptop networked to the main computer. It’s time to put the slowdown on the AOL servers in New York City.

By this time both of them were very drunk. Dick Fitswell typed computer code into the laptop, then ftped the new code into the AOL servers in New York City as Wendy sucked his cock clean, then brought him to his fourth orgasm with her mouth. He came the fifth time while sucking one of her succulent breasts as she straddled him as he sat on the bed.

The next night Dick Fitswell shot Microcrap code into the AOL servers in Philadelphia and Boston between injecting come into Wendy’s vagina, anus and between her breasts. Two weeks later they had managed to change the code in AOL servers on the West Coast and throughout the Midwest. Wendy and Dick Fitswell had gotten very drunk each night. By the end of the month he couldn’t even think of another woman.

Dick Fitswell was fucking Wendy in his Microcrap office one Sunday afternoon when he heard the door being angrily opened. Billy Mastergates stood before them as Wendy hurriedly put on her clothes, his face flushed with anger.

"Just what in the fuck you been doing this last month, Fitswell?"

"I’ve been tampering with AOL’s computer code all across the U.S. just as you told me to do," Dick Fitswell replied.

"You screwed up the code, Dick. I’ve been having you watched. You’ve gotten drunk each night and you messed up that code I gave you."

"Then their servers should be doing even worse."

"But they are not Dick. Any code is better than AOL’s code. You’ve made their servers run better than they’ve ever run before. The only code that could make them do worse is the exact code I supplied you with. You are fired, Dick. And take that tramp with you."

Billy Masterbates had been right. The AOL Servers had never performed better. Dick Fitswell’s performance had been duly noted by the AOL higher ups. Although he had been fired from Microcrap he should have been promoted at AOL—perhaps to the company’s top position but the head man at AOL had all the evidence pointing to Dick Fitswell’s causing AOL’s improved performance destroyed, taking the credit for himself. Deciding that Dick Fitswell was a very real threat to his continued control over AOL, the head of AOL promptly fired him. Dick Fitswell now found himself on the street without a job.