Corporate Warrior, part 1
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female manager kicks some butt

Paul sighed as he looked at his watch for the fourth time in the past twenty
minutes.  It was 4:45 on a Friday afternoon.  Fifteen more minutes and he 
could go home for the weekend.  He decided to check his email one more
time before going home.  As his inbox appeared on the computer screen,
Paul suddenly jumped up in surprise.  Among the spam and other boring
messages was a priority message from the boss.  The message announced
the sudden departure of one of the technicians in the main lab, creating an
open position.

"This could be my ticket upward," thought Paul.  Right now, he was a
technician in one of the small side labs.  To get a position in the main lab
would mean the chance to do some much more prestigious work, not to
mention a substantial increase in salary.

Paul thought he had an excellent chance of getting the new position.  He 
was 29 years old and had been working in the side labs for five years 
now, and had not yet been promoted.  He was a hard worker, very
reliable, and good at coming up with new ideas.  He thought that surely
now, his time had come.

Paul suddenly became aware of how many minutes had passed while he
had been thinking.  Looking at his watch, he saw that it was now two
minutes past five.  He grabbed his briefcase and got up to leave, hoping
that on Monday his manager would tell him that he had been promoted.
As he was leaving, a large figure suddenly materialized in front of him,
blocking his way.  Paul groaned in disgust when he saw that it was 
David, the most unpleasant of his coworkers.

David was one of Paul's fellow technicians in the side labs.  Although he
had been with the company for only a year, David was very arrogant
and rude, probably because his uncle was one of the corporation's top
executives (and had probably landed him the job in the first place).  
Everyone knew that David was not a good employee.  He was lazy,
often missed work, and was frequently late when he did bother to show
up.  He was also careless in the lab and had caused several accidents,
luckily all minor ones so far.  Although an ordinary employee who had
done those things would have been fired long ago, David could not be
fired due to his uncle's influence.  In addition, the knowledge that he
was under the protection of his uncle had made David into a bully who
pushed his coworkers around.  Now, he was standing in front of Paul,
scowling at him.

"What do you want?" asked Paul nervously.  He had good reason to be
nervous, since David was a lot bigger than him, not to mention very 
bad-tempered.

"I guess you got the email too," began David. "And maybe you think
you'll get the position.  Well, you'd better think again, because that 
promotion is mine.  My uncle will tell our manager to give it to me.  
Now, I know you pretty well and I have a feeling you'll be going off
on some righteous crusade to get that position for yourself after they
give it to me.  So I'm giving you a warning.  You can either keep your
mouth shut and be content with your old job, or you can rock the 
boat and get your ass kicked."

Paul considered letting David have his way.  After all, he didn't want
any trouble and he certainly wasn't in the mood for a beating.  But the
more he thought about it, the more he opposed the idea.  All through
school, he had been pushed around and bullied because he was small,
nerdy, and shy.  He did everything he could to avoid confrontations and
had stopped standing up for himself.  Paul decided that he was tired of
hiding and backing down.  He had to start standing up for himself, and
this was the place to start.

"No," he said. "We both know that I'm the most qualified one for the
job, and you only have a job here because of your uncle.  I'm not going
to let you shove your way into a position that you don't deserve."

David glared at Paul. "So that's the way it's gonna be, huh?" he snarled.
"Well, you asked for this." With that, David punched Paul hard in the
stomach.  Paul grunted and doubled over in pain.  Struggling to stand 
back upright, he swung a punch at his opponent, but David dodged it
easily and laughed. "You can't touch me, wimp," he sneered.  David
then punched Paul repeatedly in the face.  When he was finished, Paul
had a broken nose, a black eye, and several nasty bruises.  David 
grabbed Paul by the neck and said, "I can mess you up a lot worse, so
you'd better give up right now, wuss."

Paul, semiconscious, nodded his head. "All right, you win," he groaned.
"I won't say anything."

David shoved Paul against the wall and released him. "See you on 
Monday, loser," he smirked as he left.  After Paul was sure he had gone,
he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and tried not to cry.

All too soon, Monday morning rolled around.  As Paul walked towards
the building's entrance, he told himself to just go on as if everything was
all right and not to let David's abuse get to him.  As he entered the
building, he saw Christina, his manager, walking towards him.

Paul had had a crush on Christina for a long time.  It was easy to see
why, considering that she was a petite, athletic hottie with long blonde
hair and a great tan.  Even better, she was a smart woman as well as a
fair and compassionate manager.  What he admired most about her,
though (even more than her amazingly firm breasts), was the way she
rejected David's crude, arrogant sexual advances.

"Good morning, Paul," said Christina as she approached him. "I have
some...holy shit, what happened to you?" she gasped as she noticed his
face, which was still cut and bruised from the encounter with David on
Friday evening.

"Um, I worked late Friday evening and as I was leaving, a couple of
thugs attacked me in the parking lot," he lied. "They beat me up and 
stole my wallet."

"Oh, that's terrible!" said Christina. "You called the police, right?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," answered Paul. "I took care of everything.  I made a
full report to the cops and they caught the guys.  I got my wallet back,
too.  Everything's okay."

"Well, that's good to hear," said Christina. "Anyway, I have something
important to tell you, so if you'll come with me to my office..."

Once they were inside the office, Christina closed the door. "I'll get right
to the point," she said. "You know about the lab position opening?" Paul
nodded. "Good," she continued. "After reviewing all the candidates, I
concluded that you were the most qualified one to take the job."

Paul sat up straight in his chair in excitement.  Christina said, "Things are
not as simple as that, unfortunately.  I got a message from William Allen,
one of our vice-presidents.  Mr. Allen was basically ordering me to give
the position to that asshole nephew of his, David."

A frown appeared on Paul's face.  Christina noticed and said, "Don't 
worry.  I'm not going to let him push me around.  You deserve the 
promotion and I'm going to do everything I can to help you get it.  I'm
going to see Mr. Allen and have a talk with him.  In the meantime, you
can start work as usual.  I'll notify you as soon as I get more news."

Paul smiled gratefully. "Thank you," he said.  He got up to leave, but
stopped when Christina said, "Just one more thing."

Paul turned around. "Yes?" he asked.  Christina walked out from behind
her desk so she was right in front of him.  The smell of her perfume and
the view of her muscular, pantyhose-clad legs was making him very 
nervous and giving him an erection.  He hoped she wouldn't notice.

"Is there anything more you want to tell me about what happened on
Friday evening?" she asked.  Paul gulped nervously.  Did she suspect the
truth? He considered telling her everything, but decided against it.  If he
told what really happened, he would get a can of whoop-ass opened up
on him, and Christina might get hurt too.  He couldn't let that happen.  As
much as he hated lying to her, he had to do it.

"Um, no," he stammered. "Nothing more."

She stared at him for several seconds. "All right," she said finally. "You 
can go now." As Paul was leaving, she called out, "If you ever need to
tell me anything, even if it's embarrassing, I'm here for you.  I won't tell
anyone else."

"Thank you," he said. "I'll keep that in mind."

Now alone in her office, Christina began to pace around.  Although she
was only 27 years old, she was already recognized as one of the 
company's best managers.  She had the potential to advance quickly
through the corporation's ranks.  However, all too often, connections, 
like Mr. Allen's and David's, counted more than merit when determining
promotions.  She had tried repeatedly to fire David, but Mr. Allen,
protecting his nephew, had always overruled it, and the other executives
didn't care much one way or the other, so they didn't try to stop him.
Now, Mr. Allen was trying to get away with pulling his nephew up the
ladder.

Christina knew Paul well enough to realize that he was not telling the 
whole truth.  She suspected what had really happened, but had no way
of proving it.  She could only hope that he would find the courage to tell
the whole story.

A while later, Christina asked Paul to come to her office. "I talked with
Mr. Allen," she began. "I tried again and again to change his mind, but he
refused to budge.  The only thing I can do now is to go to the head of the
company, but I doubt that'll work."

All throughout that morning, Paul had been debating whether or not to
tell her the truth.  Now, seeing how far she was willing to go to help him,
he decided he couldn't lie to her any more.

Paul cleared his throat nervously. "First of all, thanks for everything you're
doing to help me," he began. "I really appreciate it and I have to admit
that I haven't been telling you what really happened of Friday night."

"I know," said Christina.  Paul's mouth dropped open in shock. "But...
how...how could you possibly tell?"

"Oh, I have my ways," she answered. "Go on, give me all the details."

He told her everything that had happened on Friday night.  When he had
finished, Christina's eyes were flashing with anger.

"I'm so sorry he did this to you," she said, coming over and hugging him
tightly.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," said Paul. "I feel so bad about lying to
you."

"Don't feel bad about it.  It couldn't be helped," she replied.

"So what are we going to do now?" asked Paul. "Please don't tell anyone
else about this.  You know what David's going to do if he finds out I told."

Christina's eyes now had a determined look. "I'll handle this from here,"
she said. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve.  You just go on and keep 
David thinking that everything's going his way.  I'll have a surprise for him.
Everything should be taken care of by tomorrow morning."

Paul thought about asking her for more details, but then decided that she
knew what she was doing. "Okay," he said. "And whatever it is that 
you're planning to do, I hope it works.  Good luck."

"Thanks," said Christina.  Paul left to go back to the lab, while Christina
sat back down at her desk, going over the details of her plan.

That afternoon, David was just leaving when he heard someone call his
name.  Turning around, he saw that it was Christina. "I'd like to see you 
in my office, right now," she said.

"This better be quick," grumbled David. "Green Bay Packers are on
Monday Night Football tonight." He followed her to her office, leering at
her shapely figure.

Once they were inside the office, Christina closed the door. "I'll get right
to the point," she said. "I know what you did to Paul.  You brutally
attacked him, just because he wouldn't let you steal the promotion that he
rightfully deserved."

David jumped up, furious. "So the little wimp squealed!" he yelled. "I 
warned him not to do that! I'm gonna pound him like a..." He was 
suddenly interrupted by Christina.

"You will do no such thing," she said coldly. "Instead, you will apologize
to Paul, and tell both him and your uncle that you are unworthy of the
promotion, and that Paul deserves it."

David began to laugh loudly. "Oh yeah?" he sneered. "Who's going to 
make me? You?"

"That's right, me," answered Christina.

David snorted. "Little blonde you? I'd like to see you try! Maybe I should
beat the crap out of both you and Paul, and then make him watch while I
have my way with that hot body of yours."

At that, Christina's face went red with anger. "Now I'm going to enjoy
kicking your ass even more," she hissed. "I'm going to teach you that there
are some things even your rich big shot uncle can't protect you from."

"Bring it on, bitch," growled David.  He raised his fists and moved towards
her.  Christina put up her own fists and approached her opponent.  Even
though he was considerably taller and heavier than her, she was not afraid.
She was well trained for this kind of situation, and she knew that her
opponent's fighting experience consisted mostly of picking fights with
smaller guys at bars.

David sized up his opponent as he moved towards her.  He was confident
that he could win easily.  After all, she was just a little blonde woman, 
maybe 5'3" and 120 pounds.  She was certainly sexy, though.  She was
wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her muscular legs, and a tight
white top that showed off her muscular forearms.  He thought about what
to do with her after he had beaten her.

"Are you going to fight or drool, you fat ugly wimp?" said Christina, 
smirking.

"You'll pay for that, bitch," snarled David, as he swung a punch at her face.
She dodged it easily.  He swung another punch at her, which she blocked
with her arm.  She immediately countered with a swift punch that landed
right on his nose.  He yelled in pain and staggered backward, touching his
nose and feeling blood.  He aimed a kick at her, but she grabbed his leg
before the kick could land.  Before he could do anything, she had smashed
her fist into his gut and then kicked him in the face, sending him to the
ground.

Christina taunted her opponent. "I don't know if you got the memo, but this
is supposed to be a fight, not some sort of ballet dance," she laughed as 
she waited for him to get up.  David made a noise like a wild animal and 
got to his feet.  He charged her, but his attack came to an abrupt end when
she aimed a kick at his chest.  He ran right into her outstreched leg.  With a
grunt of pain, he stumbled backwards.  He charged her again.  This time,
she simply grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder.  He landed 
heavily on the floor.

Christina rolled her eyes. "Damn, you're even wussier than you are ugly,"
she snickered.  David got up and made another animal noise.  Weakened
by Christina's attacks, he swung a slow, clumsy punch at her that she
dodged without even having to make an effort.  She then kneed him in the
stomach, elbowed him in the face, and headbutted him.  He let out a shout
of pain as each attack landed and stood there, dizzy.  Stepping back a
little, she did a cartwheel, her legs slamming into his head one after the 
other as she completed her cartwheel and landed back on her feet.  The
force of her gymnastic attack knocked her opponent to the ground yet
again.

"Ready to give up, you pathetic pussy?" asked Christina.

"Never!" yelled David as he got slowly back to his feet.  As he finished
getting up, he was greeted by Christina's fist slamming directly into his right
eye. "That black eye's payback for the one you gave Paul," she growled.
She then balanced on her left leg while kicking him repeatedly in the face
with her right leg. "And these are for being a jerk to everybody," she
snapped as she kicked him.  After about a dozen vicious and lightning-fast
kicks, she paused briefly to admire the damage that she had done to her
opponent, who was swaying back and forth on his feet, barely conscious.
"And this is for all those times you were leering at me," she finished as she
launched a powerful spin kick.  The kick hit her opponent right in the head
and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Christina, grinning with excitement, stood over her defeated opponent.
She smoothed her skirt and fixed her hair, which had gotten slightly messed
up during the fight.  She then stripped David to his underwear (discovering
that he wore Barney and Friends underwear - his secret shame). After 
that, she poured cold water on him to wake him up.

David opened his eyes and saw little blonde Christina standing over him,
smirking. "So, the big wimp is awake," she said. "Now, here's what you're
going to do.  First, you will apologize to Paul for your cowardly attack on
him.  Second, you will write a 500-word statement on why you are 
unworthy of the promotion, and you're going to give a copy to all the top
executives of the company, including your uncle.  Third, from now on
you're going to work like a decent employee.  And finally, to teach you 
one more lesson, you're going to go home today dressed in only that idiotic
Barney underwear of yours.  I know you're going to do all of this, because
if you fail to do even one part of what I just told you, I'm not only going to
kick your ass ten times worse than what I just did, but I'm also going to do
it in public and humiliate you in front of everyone.  Now, are you clear on
what you have to do?"

David nodded. "Are you going to do exactly as I tell you?" Christina 
asked.  David nodded again. "Say 'Yes, ma'am'," said Christina.  He 
stared at her.

"Say it," she said coldly as she made a fist.  A look of fear came over his
face as he stammered, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good," said Christina. "Now get your ugly, hairy, Barney-underwear-
wearing ass out of here, and be at work on time tomorrow." David, glad 
to be able to get away from her, ran out of the office and headed to his
car.  He hoped it was late enough that no one would see him, but as he
was running through the parking lot a group of high school girls saw him
and started pointing and laughing at him.  Crying in shame, he jumped
into his car and raced out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

Christina, watching him from her window, laughed at his public humiliation.
She then went out to her own car and drove home, enjoying one of the
happiest days of her life.

to be continued...(insert dramatic cheesy music here)