When in Rome... Pt. 03

"Counting on it," she answered. "One must have the right bait to catch a lecherous prick."

"I'm not sure I like this plan," I replied. "I don't like dangling you in front of him."

"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, caressing my cheek. "He's the one in trouble. It's only a matter of time until he hits on me."

"You're sure? I asked.

"Pretty sure," she said, walking into the kitchen. The higher heels of her boots made her feet strike harder with each step, and her boobs reacted in the predictable manner, bouncing a bit more. It was an attention getter.

"Every other woman in the building hates him already. They'll be watching him like a hawk, and reporting to me. I have already made a connection with his new secretary, Ariella, and made sure she knows all the details of his past. She's very attractive...slim, perky....and married, to a big guy from a family in Sicily."

"So....Fuhgeddaboutdit," I laughed.

"Yeah," she laughed in return. "Not even he's dumb enough to bark up that tree! He won't find anyone even remotely receptive to his advances....except me."

"You see, that's the part I hate. The thought of him touching you makes me ill," I said angrily.

"Me too, but the thought of him getting away with everything bothers me more." She stopped in front of me, and bounced her tits a bit.

"I don't think he'll be able to resist those. I wasn't able to," I said.

"Thanks. I was going to say it, but I didn't want to sound too conceited," she laughed. "We have all the cards, baby. He doesn't know who I am, or that I know what he did, or that every woman here has been warned. He thinks he's the boss, with all the power. He thinks he can do anything he wants, because he has before, and he thinks he got away with it then. He's wrong, because we have a plan, and we know something else he doesn't."

"What's that, Sweetie?" I asked.

"That hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...and that the fury knows no statute of limitations," she winked.

***

The first week passed uneventfully, at least as far as conflict goes. He wasted no time at all before confirming that he hadn't changed one iota.

It didn't take him long to notice Ro. The first time he walked into my office, I watched him leer at her. She was digging into a file cabinet, and had her perfect ass available for his gaze. Then she plunked down in her chair, making her big tits jiggle, before 'noticing' that he was there. She stood, and extended her hand.

"Mr. Mills.... Nice to meet you. I'm Carolyn Willson.... Mr. Hathaway's assistant." How she managed not to gag when he took her hand is beyond me, but she smiled graciously, even when he quite obviously ran his eyes over her body. She was showing just a hint of cleavage, and even from a distance, I could see his attention focus on her chest for a few extra seconds.

As he turned his back and walked toward me, Ro made eye contact. She mimed sticking her finger down her throat. That made me smile, which he took as being happy to see him. If only he knew I had a Harrison Mills doll in my desk drawer, and plenty of pins.

"David," he smiled, shaking my hand. "Moving up in the world, I see?"

Fuck you, you arrogant prick! I thought. I just nodded, and forced a smile. Thankfully, his visit wasn't social, just an introductory tour of his new domain, and he left quickly. Ro stepped in after he left.

"Not exactly subtle, is he?" she laughed, shuddering. "I feel like I need a shower. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'll live," I replied. "You?"

"Well, he gives me the willies, but I just keep thinking of how good it will feel when we nail his ass," she smiled. "Try to remember....it's all part of the plan." She was right, as usual.

I managed to keep my interactions with Mills to a minimum, but even that meant I had to see him at least once a day. Once too often for my tastes, but necessary if we were going to put the plan in action.

As for that plan, it was very definitely in action. Ro was taking every opportunity to bait him, and each time he visited us, she would be a little more friendly.

One day, Ro walked into my office. She was jiggling nicely, and stood next to my desk, bending over to get my signature, and my attention. It would seem the one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, letting more cleavage come out to play. She was using me as a guinea pig, and I wasn't immune to her display.

"Nice tits, by the way," I whispered, putting down my pen.

"What? These?" she giggled, tipping her glasses down, and putting her hand to her chest. "You think he'll notice?"

"He's an asshole, and a bastard, but he's not blind or dead. He'll notice," I laughed.

"I'll fill you in later," she whispered, scooping up the paperwork, and wiggling her ass out the door. I saw her turn down the hallway towards Mills' office.

"Good luck, honey," I breathed.

A few minutes later, she was back, sporting a big smile. She flashed me a thumbs up, rebuttoned her blouse, and went back to work. I understood why she couldn't tell me what happened yet ; we needed to maintain the illusion while we were at the office. That didn't make waiting for an update easier to handle. The day was far too long.

When I arrived home, Ro was waiting, eager to let me in on the day's events.

"He's definitely circling the bait," she smiled. "When I walked in, I nodded to Ariella, and she got on the phone, letting me deal with him directly. I paused at his doorway, and asked if I could come in, so I'd be sure he was watching, then walked in and around his desk. You should have seen his eyes. He couldn't stop checking out my girls." She giggled, and cupped her breasts, just in case I was unsure of what 'her girls' were.

"I handed him the file, and stood back, but he had questions, which I'm quite certain were just excuses to get me to lean over, and point out the answers that were right there. He got a real good look, but it was what he did after her signed it and handed it back that tells the tale. He gave it back with one hand, and touched my forearm with the other, then he gave me that smile of his....the one that makes my skin crawl, and he somehow thinks is sexy." She shuddered again. "Anyway, we're in motion. I'll keep giving him the opportunity to ogle me, and see where it goes."

Where it went was predictable. Ro kept showing him some skin....innocently, of course....and he kept taking liberties. His touchy-feely exploits went from touching her arm, to her shoulders, then her back. That's about when the chatting began, and I found it more difficult to sit quietly while my sister told me what had transpired.

"We're certainly getting close," she recapped one day. "He's getting pretty handsy, and even though I'm fending him off and verbally discouraging his advances, he's still pressing forward. He put his hand on my ass today. I told him to keep his hands to himself, and he gave me the old standard 'you're so beautiful I can't help myself' excuse. If he only knew that every time he opens his mouth, he's being recorded, and digging his own grave."

Ro had been carrying the spy pen with the digital recorder in it for about two weeks now, and there was a considerable file of downloaded audio on her computer at home. She was doing another download one day when I came home.

"Come here, honey. You should hear this," she called when she saw me. She pressed play.

I heard Ro's voice first : "Mr. Mills, please don't touch me like that! What makes you think you can do that? It's even worse since you're married."

"Yes, I'm married, but what my wife doesn't know won't hurt her. She trusts me," he said, the arrogance dripping from his voice. "As for why I can do it, don't forget who you work for, Miss Willson. Give that some thought."

"Take your hands off me!" she gasped, and I heard a slap. "The next one will be your face!"

"You can go now, Miss Willson. Think about your job. I can make your life so much easier, or I can make it hell," he sneered. "It's your choice."

Ro smiled. I wasn't so happy. Listening to that bastard groping my sister would have been bad enough, but since Ro and I were much more than just siblings, it was torture.

"Where did her touch you?" I growled.

"My butt," she replied. "David....remember, this is the plan. What we have already is enough to get him fired, but we want him to pay a higher penalty, right? He destroyed your marriage, and while I'm happy to be the beneficiary of that tragedy, that doesn't mean he should get away with it. He hurt you, and he's completely unrepentant. That can't go unpunished."

"Okay Sweetheart," I said quietly. "I just feel so helpless."

"I know baby," she whispered, "but you're not alone. You're part of us, and we are far from helpless. We're leading him exactly where he wants to go, and when he gets there, he'll give us what we need to bury him."

***

I didn't sleep well that night. Ro's reassuring words and comforting embrace notwithstanding, I felt the way I had been after learning of my wife's infidelity. Having been down this road with Harrison Mills before, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that consumed me.

***

The next morning, Ro had a request for me.

"Baby, I need you to push his buttons a little," she said.

"With pleasure," I said, standing up and flexing my hand, forming the fist that I was more than happy to use on him. "You want him unconscious, or just damaged?"

"Easy there, Sweetheart," she laughed, patting my chest and calming me down. "I said push his buttons, not punch his nose! I know you really want to deck him, but we have him right where we want him. We'll punish him in a better way." She sat down beside me and took my hand. "I just need your help to nudge him into action, but you need to stay in control. I understand it's going to be difficult, but I know you can do it."

I sighed, and smiled.

"Okay, honey. I'll do it," I said, feeling the stress slowly drain away. "I should know better than to argue with you. Besides, if your plan for him works half as well as your plan to get me, he's a dead man." I looked at her and she grinned.

"I see my methods have been discovered," she giggled. "Are you voicing regrets?"

I took her in my arms and kissed her, letting all my feelings for her pour out through my embrace. The kiss lasted a minute or so, and made Ro melt in my arms. When I finally pulled away, she sighed.

"Mmmm, wow. That was nice," she breathed.

"Did that feel like regret?" I asked.

"No," she whispered, "it certainly didn't. We may need to continue this conversation in the bedroom."

"If we did that, we'd be late for work," I laughed.

"Hmmmm, yes. Quite a quandary," she giggled, kissing me again. "Now where was I?"

"I'm supposed to push his buttons, not break his nose," I replied.

"Right," she laughed, regaining her focus. "He likes fucking women, yes, but what really gets him off is exerting his power. He did it to you once, and I'm betting he absolutely won't be able to resist doing it again, especially to you. He wants to show you he can take anything you have, and you're powerless to stop him."

"But, we're not, right?" I asked.

"You're catching on!" she said. "So, you go confront him. Get in his face. Tell him you're not going to let him do it again. That will pretty much guarantee he'll try, and when I resist, he'll probably want to tell me how smart he is. Arrogant assholes like him always think they have it all figured, and when he blows his own horn, his ass is ours."

So, with today's strategic planning complete, we headed for work, in our usual staggered arrival pattern. I was going to be confronting Mills in the morning, and Carolyn would offer herself up as bait in the afternoon, and the bait was very tempting. She was wearing the little red bra, again, which was the next best thing to being braless. After I wound him up, he'd be all over her, and we'd get the last nails for his coffin.

I was up first, and I was nervous. I hoped that I could keep my emotions under control when faced with being in the same room as him. I wanted to appear angry, but not be angry. Ro knew I needed a pep talk.

"Here baby," she whispered as she handed me the spy pen. "You know what to do. Just follow the plan. He'll probably say some things that will hurt, but be strong. He's saying them to try to get a reaction, and you control your reaction." She looked around for prying eyes, and finding none, kissed me softly. "Go get him."

I gave Ariella a nod of acknowledgement as I came in, and walked past her desk. She was with us in her attitude about her boss, and busied herself minding her own business. I knocked on his door, then stepped in and closed it.

"Harrison, we need to talk," I said sternly, taking a seat. "It's come to my attention that you still have a problem keeping your hands to yourself."

"Says who?" he asked, taking one shot at feigning innocence.

"Don't insult my intelligence. We both know that you've been sexually harassing and assaulting my assistant Carolyn. Did you think she wouldn't tell me?"

"Did you think I'd care?" he gloated. "It's my word against hers, and I'm the boss. Whose word do you think they'll take? As for her telling you....so what? You couldn't do anything about it when I was fucking your pretty wife, so what makes you think you can do anything now?"

That's it... Run your mouth. I'm sure your wife will love to hear how you lied to her about the last time you got caught with your dick where it shouldn't be.

"I think I'll take that pretty assistant away from you," he continued. "I'm sure she'll come around once she sees the benefits of working for me. Damn, but she's built, not that a pathetic wimp like you would notice. I'll bet her tits are even nicer than your wife's were." He smiled a particularly evil smile. "I wonder if she'll like it up the ass as much as Kate did?"

You smug, deluded bastard, I thought. Part of me was enjoying this, listening to him hang himself. Part of me wanted to rip his head off and shit down his neck. Right now, the latter part was stronger, and I desperately tried to reign it in as I stood up, and stepped toward the door.

"I won't let you get away with this again," I growled.

"Yeah, yeah....just get your ass out of my office," he smiled, with a dismissive wave, "and send Carolyn in later."

Oh, she'll be in later, but not for the reasons you're thinking.

By the time I made it back to my office, my hands were shaking with rage, and Ro was waiting with a hug and a kiss as soon as the inner door was closed.

"You did it, Sweetie," she cooed soothingly. "Your part is done. Now it's my turn to finish him off."

"Yeah," I exhaled as I sat heavily in my chair. "Are you sure it wouldn't have just been easier to shoot him?"

"Easier, yes, but not nearly as much fun!" she giggled, adjusting her blouse. "I'll be out here if you need to talk about anything. I'm going to wait until this afternoon to get those documents signed by him. It should be the last time."

***

I arrived at home a little later than usual that night, having stopped on the way to pick up the dinner that Ro ordered. Apparently, we were celebrating.

I walked in to find my sister, hair still damp from her shower, sitting on the couch, and smiling from ear to ear.

"We should eat first, before it gets cold," she said quietly. "We can talk about this afternoon later."

And so we did, eating in virtual silence. To me, at this point, there was little else to talk about. I guess my tension was visible. Ro reached across the table, and touched my hand.

"David, honey....I know this has been incredibly difficult for you, dredging up old feelings, and dealing with him. I'm sure that having me be the lure in our plan has been a case of déjà vu that you could do without. Thank you for trusting me enough to allow this to play out." Her hand was still on mine, feeling soft and warm. It was comforting, but her next words were even more so.

"It's over. We have everything we need. The only question now is when to put him out of your misery. I assume sooner would be better?"

"Is years ago soon enough?" I blurted out, before I realized how it must have sounded to her. It finally penetrated my skull, and I immediately regretted saying it.

"Oh, Ro....I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that the way it sounded....I'm so happy we are together, and I wouldn't go back. That was just the anger and pain talking. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, David," she said. My words must have stung, but she let it slide off without showing the effects. "If you want to listen to the recording, just click on play, but I should warn you....it's pretty nasty. He bragged about what he did before, just like I thought he would, and he put his head in the noose himself, but it's going to be painful for you to hear. Are you sure you want to?"

"Sure? No," I shook my head, "but I should hear it. I know it will hurt, but it's over now. It's just history."

Ro nodded, and stood up, walking over to the kitchen peninsula where her laptop sat. She picked it up, and brought it back to the table, taking a seat beside me. She took my hand in hers, and looked at me lovingly.

"Ready?" she asked, her finger hovering over the enter key. I nodded.

Harrison Mills was an arrogant, evil, philandering, misogynistic bastard....and apparently quite proud of that fact, because he made no effort to conceal it. As Ro had predicted, he couldn't resist telling her that he'd done this before, and always got away with it. He threatened her job if she didn't cooperate. All the while, he tried to touch her, and she told him to stop. I heard her tell him to take his hand off her breast. Then a slap.

"Mr. Mills, if you keep this up, I swear, I'll tell your wife about it! " Ro said on the recording.

"Go ahead," he laughed. "That stupid bitch believes what I tell her, and I'll tell her the same thing I always have....that you came on to me asking for a promotion, and I turned you down, so you're making it up. She's clueless. Always has been."

Ro stopped the recording.

"There's more, but that last bit just sealed his fate," she smiled. I can't believe there's a woman on the planet who'd let her husband blatantly disrespect her like that. I've met his wife in passing, and there's no way she'll put up with this. He's done."

"So," I laughed, feeling the weight lift, "tomorrow afternoon? Does that work?"

"I think so. Now, take me to bed, please," she asked, standing and taking my hand again. "I think we've earned a nice evening together, and there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms."

That sounded like a wonderful idea. We made love for hours, then slept blissfully until morning.

***

I woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, as was often the case. Somehow, today was different. The sun seemed brighter, the birds more joyful, and when she entered the room, Ro's smile was more dazzling than usual. There was no doubt about the reason why.

The clock was ticking on Harrison Mills, and he didn't even know it. Hallelujah.

The only bad thing about the day was that the clock wasn't ticking fast enough for my liking. It seemed as though it was moving even slower as the time approached, but that was a discussion for another timeline, one in which Einstein is still alive.

Late afternoon rolled around eventually, and Ro came into my office, taking her seat quietly. In her hand was a small digital recorder, and on the recorder was a file that we had titled 'Harrison's greatest hits'. She smiled and winked at me.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"Fuckin' A!" I replied, and together we walked over to his office. Ariella was still there, and gave Carolyn a hug.

"Good luck," she whispered to us.