Holly's Winter

By Chris Kalyta

It's Christmas and Holly Bishop's always been the good girl. She works hard, helps her friends and everyone agrees that she's one of the nicest people they've ever known. But everything falls apart after she's sexually harassed at work. She finds herself alone on Christmas Eve, emptying a bottle of wine and wondering what just happened to her perfect little world. That's when a lonely Santa Claus offers her a trip to the North Pole. Should Holly stay at the top of the world and try to find love? Holly's Winter is an erotic and romantic fantasy adventure where a young woman must learn to balance her friends' needs with her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chris Kalyta
• Release date: Sep 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9780991689705

Chris Kalyta

Chris Kalyta is the pen name for a Canadian writer of erotic and non-erotic fiction. His story settings are historical, science fiction, fantasy, in the modern world, or any combination of these. Whatever the genre, his stories tend to be adventures, and sometimes have elements of romance or horror. Chris writes for personal enjoyment, so his ebooks tend to be inexpensive. He lives in Ontario with his amazing wife and two wonderful kids. In 2017 I intend to publish some new ebooks which will likely include an erotic sci-fi series (of approximately a dozen ebooks eventually) about Minx, an interstellar bounty hunter and her sexy adventures and an erotic historical series taking place during the War of 1812. Others will follow as time allows. I hope you find something that you enjoy reading!

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Holly’s Winter

Chris Kalyta

Published by Chris Kalyta

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Copyright September 2012 Chris Kalyta

ISBN 978-0-9916897-0-5

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I

I glanced at the clock, sighed yet again, and then brushed my reddish-brown hair out of my eyes and behind my ear.

This job really hadn’t been as much fun as I had anticipated when I had first been hired. I was a human resources expert with a large, multi-national corporation that specialized in buying up smaller companies and squeezing whatever profit it could from them. I didn’t particularly like what the company did, but this was an important stepping stone to a better job - maybe one that actually helped people instead of soaking up profits like a huge sponge.

I had kept my nose clean, avoided office politics as best I could, not made many enemies and had impressed my immediate supervisor as being a very hard worker. As soon as the right transfer came up I was heading back to Canada. Don’t get me wrong, I had liked the U.S. and had several American friends, but working for Winthrop Associates had left me a little disillusioned about the pursuit of the American dream.

At twenty-seven, I now had enough maturity to realize that perhaps money wasn’t really that important. So many people had lost their jobs just so this company could increase its immediate profits and upper management could somehow rationalize their exorbitant bonuses. While I knew such things went on back home, at least it was ‘back home’ and I wouldn’t quite feel so…detached. I would miss my American friends very much when the time came to say farewell, though.

I knew that I was still what most of my male co-workers and guy friends called ‘hot’. I have dark brown eyes and my hair has natural curls and waves in it that allow me to style it a bit, but it still has that unstyled look to it. I have a slim figure with perhaps a pound or two that I could do without on my bum and hips, and what I thought were decent-sized breasts. Some of my friends had suggested I get implants, but none of my past lovers had seemed anything but pleased with the size and firmness of my fist-sized breasts. Besides, deep in my heart I always felt plastic surgery was a bit of a waste of time for most people and that money could be better used elsewhere. Why should I throw away money for plastic boobs when there were food banks and charities in need of donations?

The security guard had walked by my cubicle a half-hour earlier, waving absently to me as he went by. I felt more comfortable without him around. Especially considering that I was engaged in a little clandestine paperwork that would save a young woman’s job and could get me fired.

It had been almost quitting time when the security guard (the same one) had stopped by with Debra. I had quickly concluded my dinner plans at a new Japanese place with a co-worker so that I could deal with this last minute issue.

Debra was a striking, blonde haired, blue eyed, big boobed, early twenty something that had been an ‘executive secretary’ for one of the VPs. Mika, my co-worker, heard the introduction, took one look at the girl’s ample, well displayed cleavage and her short skirt and then rolled her eyes in disgust before heading off to her own cubicle.

Debra had sat herself uncertainly in the only available chair as the guard stood in the entryway to my cubicle. I could see the girl was confused and had been crying, although her make-up was now fine. She either took the time to collect herself and adjust her make-up or she was in the habit of always making herself look presentable in case a single man is around. My eyes inadvertently dropped to the girl’s big tits and then returned to her face. Make that in case ‘any’ man is around, I thought cattily.

The girl nervously glanced at the guard a few times and I understood he needed to be shooed away. I gave him an unpleasant ‘what are you doing here’ stare.

She’s just been fired. He leaned forward conspiratorially. By the VP, Mr. Winthrop.

Ah. This may take a little time as the paperwork may not have been sent down quite yet. Give me your number and I’ll contact you when she’s ready to be escorted off the premises. I readied a pen and sticky note.

The guard gave me his phone number and then winked at me and left. The blonde watched him go. Before we could begin, Mika stopped by and I apologized and offered to go to the restaurant with her next week.

Mika eyed the blonde girl and rolled her eyes again. One of these days, Holly, you’re going to have to do something nice for yourself before you help anyone else. See you after the holidays. Merry Christmas! The former secretary and I echoed the last two words and Mika left.

Alone with the young woman, I asked the girl her name and employee number and began typing the responses into the computer to find the necessary paperwork to process the firing. I found the files in the appropriate place, freshly entered, but curiously no reason for the firing was given.

I introduced myself and asked Debra what had happened. She burst into tears and, sobbing, told me her sad story.

She had not been working for Winthrop Associates very long when Mr. Winthrop began complimenting her on her work and she began assisting him personally on projects. They had a few working dinners in and out of the office, and then the executive had admitted he was falling in love with her. Debra was a little surprised at the speed of the relationship, but she did find him very attractive and he was rich and powerful.

After a couple of weeks, he suggested the two go on a vacation together to a luxury resort in Cuba. She happily agreed. They flew to Canada and got on a connecting flight to Cuba. Everything was perfect. She was delighted with him and he seemed delighted with her. They spent their days playing or relaxing in the sun and their evenings having romantic dinners and enjoying each other’s bodies. Seven days into the vacation, though, he began to be somewhat secretive. She thought he might be getting ready to propose after the whirlwind romance they had experienced. She was sure he had just left to find a ring when he disappeared for several hours one day without any word. But, when she went back to the room hotel security was waiting for her. They threw some of her stuff into her bags and put her in a taxi which dropped her off outside a very cheap hotel that was quite different from the resort she had just been staying at. She had barely enough money for a room.

The next day she showed up at the airport with her bags, hoping the VP still had her plane ticket and would find her there on their scheduled departure date and time. Debra was shocked to see him leaving for the flight with two, beautiful, twenty-year old identical twins tearfully kissing him goodbye. At that point she had understood that the whole romance had been a seduction, and now that he had lost interest in her he had moved on to his next conquest.

It took Debra a couple of days to arrange for friends to send her money so she could fly out of Cuba. Of course, when she finally did return to work she was three days late. She found another big-breasted, blonde-haired young woman at her desk. The two began to argue. The VP came out of his office, called security and informed Debra that she had been fired for returning to work late. Speechless, Debra had not resisted when security had then brought her to my office in human resources.

My heart went out to the poor girl as Debra seemed sincere and she was emotionally devastated. Debra sobbed once more and then straightened her back and collected herself. Look, this isn’t your problem. I’ve been very stupid and all of this has taught me that you can’t trust men. Just do the paperwork and give me my employment record and I’ll stop bothering you. You shouldn’t be working this late on December 23rd, you must have Christmas stuff to get done.

What are you going to do, Debra?

I don’t know. Before I took this job I was offered a job as a…a model. Maybe I’ll call that guy back, she replied, looking away.

I didn’t like the hesitation before the word model and had a good idea what type of modelling would be available for someone looking like Debra. You must have other options, I pointed out.

I don’t have much money. I spent pretty much all I had on a nice wardrobe for the trip so I wouldn’t embarrass John. Debra briefly shook her head. I owe some money to my friends and they’ll need it back right after Christmas to pay off their bills. And look at me: what line of work do you normally see someone with tits like these in?

I bit my lip rather than hurt her feelings by saying ‘stripper, hooker or porn star’. Look, I do have an alternative for you. Things will be tight for a couple of weeks and you’ll likely have to work over the holidays…

Debra looked at me suspiciously. What kind of work is it?

I stood up and looked over my office walls. All the other cubicles appeared empty, and no-one was wandering around. I sat down again and leaned forward. I can switch the paperwork so that you’re not fired, merely transferred. We have some divisions in other states that are desperately looking for secretaries and executive assistants, and can’t convince them to transfer. One is in Alaska. I saw it listed late yesterday afternoon.

Debra’s eyes grew round and she mouthed the name ‘Alaska’.

Your salary will only be interrupted for a few days. You’ll have to report to work on–let’s see that posting–Friday. So you’d have to find a flight there either Christmas Eve or Boxing Day. It says they’ll find you lodging, but likely for the first week or two you’ll need to stay in a hotel. Do you have any winter clothes?

I’ve always wondered what Alaska was really like. I read White Fang in school.

That was the Yukon, not Alaska. At least…I think it was the Yukon. Do you have any winter clothes?

Debra focussed her eyes on me. You can do this? I have winter clothes. I can probably borrow some old stuff from a friend or two until I can afford a really good winter coat and winter boots. You know, something fashionable. Yes, I want to do this!

Okay. I’ll put through the paperwork tonight. Let’s go to the printer and we’ll collect the information about your new job and – there – I’ve closed it off and informed them of your transfer, so no on else will apply for it. We collected the printouts and I folded them up so Debra could hide them in her purse. Then we returned to my cubicle.

I dialled the security guard’s number and told him Debra was ready to be escorted off the premises.

Holly, I really want to thank you for this. You’re really very nice and I understand you’re taking a big risk for me when you don’t even know me. This is like one big Christmas present for me when I thought this would be the worst Christmas ever!

Okay. Okay. But keep it down. I hear the guard coming. Remember that you’re supposed to be upset.

On cue, Debra started sobbing again and while the boob-ogling guard might not be able to tell the difference, her crying sounded different than it had earlier. The guard showed up, took Debra by the arm and led her away. Hidden from the guard’s view, she gave me a quick wink.

Once the guard took her away I found I had been holding my breath, and I let it out in a big sigh. Girl, what have you promised to do? I went to work on re-arranging and changing the electronic files so that to people in our building it looked as if Debra had been fired, but to the group in Alaska it appeared as if she had simply been transferred. I pondered over the reason for the firing and transfer and then entered the reason for the dismissal as ‘insufficient notice for being late for work’ and the reason for transfer as ‘unhappy office romance, worker requested transfer’. That should keep her out of some trouble for a while.

Two hours later and I was almost finished making the changes to the files. As I printed off the required paperwork for internal records I let out a yawn and stretched my arms and legs. I couldn’t wait to get home and slip out of my slacks. Getting into a more relaxed mood I removed my vest and unbuttoned the top three buttons on my top. There was no one around and it was just for a few minutes before I’d be throwing on my coat and leaving.

I smirked. If I had tits like Debra’s then they would barely be contained in the white blouse I was wearing, and with the top three buttons undone my cleavage would make me appear rather unprofessional. Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t worn a bra. Oh well, there was no one here this late, anyway. I walked over to the local printer and began collecting the papers and stapling them together.

You’re working late tonight, my dear, said a man’s voice, scaring the crap out of me.

Oh, my God! I prayed it wasn’t that creepy guard. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a man in a very expensive business suit. He had no tie on, his shirt was unbuttoned a little and his hair was tousled. He had a very deep tan. My eyes grew wide as I realized who this was and I quickly turned back and concentrated on the paperwork.

I had some last minute stuff to take care of. It was a firing. How could I have been so stupid as to mention that to John Winthrop, himself?

Ah, yes. Debra. It’s a shame that she just didn’t work out. But then the new EA I have is really very good. He chuckled at his own private joke, but I knew all too well exactly what he meant by ‘very good’. What reason did you give for her being fired?

I put down ‘insufficient notice for being late for work’. My heart raced. I was afraid to be found out and lose my job, but I was also worried about what would happen to poor Debra. Funny, I would sympathize with a ten when I was at best a six, well maybe a seven.

Oh. There was a silent pause and I finished my task, the sound of the stapler echoing far too loudly through these empty cubicles. I turned to face him, holding the paperwork in front of my chest, like a shy schoolgirl. Mr. Winthrop reached over to a desk and picked up some papers that were stapled together. Please copy this for me.

Yes, sir. I took the papers and lifted the cover of the copier. What was he playing at? Why did he need these copied? He hadn’t even looked to see what was on them.

So she told you her sad little story, did she? You should know that I was just upstairs fucking my new EA. Debra was more enthusiastic, but I suppose I’ve burned that bridge. I would think you don’t approve.

I bit my tongue and quietly finished copying the pages. Suddenly, I felt him push me hard against the copier and I smelled liquor. What the Hell?

His hands reached around me and ripped open my top, causing buttons to go flying behind the photocopier. I felt his hand on my back, as he pushed my chest down to the scanning surface. While he held me there he made multiple copies of my bare breasts. What are you doing? Let me go! I’ll scream! I took in a deep breath. Then, he released me and collected the sheets that had fed into the out tray. My breath came out in a gasp of confusion. Why would he take the risk of a sexual assault charge for some pictures of a woman’s boobs?

I whirled on him, but he wasn’t even looking at me. He was examining the images of my tits on the pages. I reached out to grab them away from him, but he was too fast. I then remembered my shirt was still open and quickly held it shut.

Why did you do that?

Insurance. He looked me up and down. You know the story from Debra. I had to make sure I had something on you. These images are timed and dated. I have a friend in IT that does things for me. If you make any trouble for me then he’ll e-mail these images to everyone in the company. You’ll be humiliated, and then when the investigation is finished and it was found out that you sent these naughty pictures to everyone, you’ll be fired. Do we have an understanding?

I was furious, but for Debra’s sake and mine I could only respond one way. Yes, I said though gritted teeth.

He examined the images in the pictures again. Stay late after work tomorrow and wear something sleazy. I’ll expect you in my office around five pm. I think you, Sandra and I are going to have a private Christmas Eve party. He strutted away while his laughter echoed around me.

After a couple of minutes of being frozen in place I started shaking, although whether from anger, fright, disgust or some combination of the three I was too confused to tell. I tried to button up my top again, but soon realized that Winthrop had actually torn the buttons off. I ran back to the safety of my cubicle and quickly put on my vest.

I felt nauseous. Here I had helped some girl escape this sex-fiend and now I was in his sights. What was I going to do? In a daze, I filed the paperwork on Debra and left it on my supervisor’s desk. I returned to my cubicle and threw on my coat. My shaking hands buttoned it up as far as it would go, right up to my chin. I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator. I was about to push the down button when I noticed that the elevator was slowly coming down from the 21st floor.

That’s where that asshole probably has his office. I definitely didn’t want to see him again, nor did I want to see the new executive assistant of his or be seen by either of them.

I ran through the maze of cubicles, heading to the door that led to the stairs. As I reached it, I stopped to catch my breath. I heard the elevator door open and then Winthrop’s voice was loud enough to be heard across the cubicles. I just want you to meet someone, honey. She seems very staid but is really quite wild. I think the three of us will have a lot of fun tomorrow night…

I quickly pushed the door open and went into the stairwell. I held the door so it would close quietly and then began to make my way down. On the first landing below I read the number seventeen.

Shit! I had forgotten what floor I work on. Stupid girl! I stooped and slipped off my shoes. I wasn’t walking down all those floors in my heels. I knew it would ruin my stockings, but at least I would still be walking when I arrived at the underground parking.

My feet were sore by the time I reached the parking level, but I put my shoes back on and headed for the car. I noticed there were only a half-dozen other cars still in the lot, but there were no high-priced luxury or sports cars that