Born Today by prettynun2010

**co-writing with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf** **base from the incident in the movie named Born Yesterday(1993)**

“Born Yesterday” was a 1993 remake of a classic movie starring Melanie Griffith and John Goodman as Harold. At the end of this movie, Billie (Griffith) had left Harold. This is the tale of what happened to him afterwards.

**the tag “consensual sex” is for chapter 2**

Chapter 1

Holly was a beautiful young redhead with the light skin and slim features that made her look so much younger than her actual age of 20. 157cm tall and weighing only 44kg, the thin but curvaceous girl had the delicate high cheekbones of a model and the haughty, privileged attitude of the truly wealthy. She had used her beauty to gain all the advantages she could in life and had no care whom she left behind her in her desire for money and comfort. Family and sincere boyfriends were discarded as Holly got what she wanted from them and left them behind when she found better. She was married now, firmly believing that she cleverly fooled a divorced wealthy businessman who once did business with her Senator father into taking her as his bride. She had presented herself as a loving, obedient girl who adored him and showered the much older, gray haired man with affection and adoration, but when she was out of his sight, her attitude changed back to one of a demanding,spoiled brat.

She strutted about his palatial mansion in Chicago, home to his vast business empire, like she was the Queen of the land. Her angry voice could be heard echoing through the hallways, snapping at the servants, making unreasonable demands. Her husband was Harold Brock, a rotund man of impressive size and height, a man who years ago had lost a woman he loved due to his own greed and selfishness. The lesson had changed him profoundly, turning him from a bullying gangster to an older and wiser man. The large man’s dealings had led him to spend time with a United States Senator and his very pretty but daughter, Holly. Lovely as she seemed to be on the surface, Harold had enough of his old cunning to determine that she was putting on an act of innocence and could plainly see her darker nature lurking underneath. In many ways, she reminded him of the way he had been before learning his lesson from his former fiancée Billie Dawn and the tutor he had hired to educate her, Paul Overall. After those two had knocked him off of the pedestal he once occupied and had left him to marry each other, Harold (or “Harry” as he once insisted on being called) had time to reflect on his ways and had grown into a better person because of it. Seeing a lovely girl like Holly stirred something inside of him, something besides his attraction to her. He wanted to save her, if he could, from the ultimately destructive road she seemed headed down. The fortune-seeking girl had happily leaped at his proposal of marriage soon after they started dating and was convinced that her pretense of being a doting and devoted wife had Harold completely fooled.

As the nubile girl often did, she would use her sexy body to tease and manipulate other men into giving her what she wanted, or simply to amuse herself by seeing how much control she could exert. When Harold would become irritated with her or curtail some of her excesses, she would simply turn on her “little girl” charm, snuggled up into his lap and cuddle the prodigious businessman until either his humor improved or she could wheedle more money for her expense accounts. Thinking she was getting away with her act, what she didn’t know was that Harold was simply letting her have her indulgences (within reason) while he tried to show her a better way of living. These lessons seemed to be ignored by Holly as the redhead would spend any available moment away from their home and especially as little time as possible in their bed making love to her fat husband. Within a year of their marriage, Harold was becoming impatient with Holly, having her act so sweetly to his face, then when she supposed that he was out of hearing, she would vent her bile on the staff or any person she thought to be beneath her social status and then speed off to the city, spending her husband’s money freely on shopping binges and private parties with her friends in the city.

It was after one of those “private parties” that the chauffeur, having had enough of this demonic Lolita from hell, decided to break protocol and seek an audience with his employer. Standing before his oak desk in his study, the overweight and nervously sweating chauffeur reluctantly relayed the scenes he had been witness to, of Holly’s drunken whoring with her female pals, fucking swarthy young men by the dozens as she lavished money, drinks and gifts on them, all from Harold’s own bank accounts. The worst of this behavior, the final insult that pushed the driver to break confidence and report her actions, was not just her ridicule and abuse towards him, making fun of the driver’s big belly and double-chins; the chauffeur had long since learned to endure the sarcastic and hurtful remarks she made about him, but it was her continuous stream of venom regarding her own husband that he found intolerable! With a tremor in his voice, the chauffeur quoted Holly as describing to her laughing friends and lovers her vile commentary on sex with her husband, of Harold’s gigantic belly that jiggled when he fucked her, of her hidden and profound disgust for his body and how she secretly hated his very touch, how her flesh crawled as he made even the slightest contact with her, or indeed any man who did not look fit and athletic. She stated many times that her precious body was only for men who were worthy of such a prize, a worthiness many, many men could not rise to (in her opinion).

Harold sat behind his desk with his head bowed,listening to every word while his enormous body shook with rage. His large fists clenched in fury as his mind grew red with the anger of a man who had been pushed beyond all endurance of compassion and tolerance. The chauffeur nervously stood in silence after ending his story, unable to guess what might occur next. Soon, Harold’s rage seemed to subside and his fists unclenched slightly as he regained control of himself. Sweat beaded his forehead as he seemed to realize that he was back in his office and looked up, almost surprised to see the driver there.

A hard and thoughtful look clouded Harold’s face as he formulated a plan for his wife. He did love her, or at least he felt he did and loathed the idea of giving her up; he had planned to father many children with her that would inherit his mighty empire someday. Still, a disobedient, faithless wife who ridiculed him behind his back could damage his good and powerful name and this he could not tolerate either and it seemed she was resisting any efforts on his part to voluntarily change for the better. No, Holly must be taught a lesson on feeling less for herself and more for others. Looking back up at the concerned face of his chauffeur, Harold carefully gave him detailed instructions on his next task and where he was to take his Mistress Holly…

It took a little more than two days to make the arrangements, but finally all was ready as the chauffeur drove the limousine with Mistress Holly in the back seat towards the city. She believed that this was just a routine day of shopping and drinks, perhaps a rendezvous with some young hard-body who she could use and toss aside. So absorbed was she in her own thoughts of fun and games that she barely acknowledged the car phone ringing and the driver speaking (she supposed to Harold), agreeing to new instructions he was receiving. The chauffeur apologetically explained that it was indeed the Master and he requested that they come by a waterfront warehouse to pick him up and bring him to the city for an emergency meeting. Clicking her tongue in irritation and looking out the window with irritation, Holly snapped a terse “Fine! Just do it and make it fast, fatso!” before slumping down in the seat with her arms crossed, much like a disappointed child.

Pulling up to the waterfront pier, the car stopped and she rolled her eyes skyward from behind the tinted window as she saw the large round form of her husband coming towards her. Fixing a sweetly fake smile on her face, she rolled the window down and greeted him with sugary words. For his part, Harold watched her with hawk-like eyes, easily seeing through her plastic, phony exterior. Smiling himself, he told her to come with him, that he had a very special surprise for her inside the warehouse. Taken aback at the prospect of getting something wonderful and so big that it had to be stored in a warehouse, the greedy bitch eagerly clambered from the back of the car, her mane of red hair flowing behind her as she fairly ran ahead of her husband, anxious to see what was behind the creaky, water-stained doors of the building.

Stepping inside the dark building, her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light as she felt Harold’s strong hand close on her upper arm, guiding her further inside. She could hear the low murmur of voices ahead that suddenly stopped and only the sound of their footsteps echoed as she was propelled towards a small group of shadowy figures. Her brow furrowed in impatience at not immediately seeing whatever prize she had coming to her. Stumbling forward, gasping in surprise at Harold’s rough shove, Holly turned about angry at such treatment but was silenced by the towering figure of her husband, a look of pitiless wrath and fury on his face. Looking about fearfully, Holly suddenly realized that the large, hulking men around her were his dockworkers, fishermen and longshoremen who were fat, filthy, smelling of fish and diesel oil, all of whom glowered at her through dark eyes. As Harold detailed to the assembled men her story, of the abuse of others, of her rude and spoiled behavior, of her glee at seeing the tortured looks of others she would taunt and tease, her bullying attitude and especially her attempted cuckolding of her husband, the men became more and more restless and agitated. Having painted an overall image of shallow excess in this indulged child, Harold then recounted Holly’s own words regarding the disgusting “creatures” she considered anyone who was not physically fit (to her standards) or had any perceived flaw in their physical beauty. Her husband then waved a thick arm indicating the crowd of hard-working, sweating men who formed the circle in which the trembling redhead was trapped and declared that his loyal workmen were being paid a handsome amount of money with only one purpose; to teach his lovely, beautiful bride to look beyond the surface and to find the worthiness within. Turning from the crowd to take his place nearby in a comfortable chair, the young girl screamed at the top of her lungs as savage hands grabbed her, ripping her expensive clothes off of her struggling body.