One day a lady comes to see me. She doesn't look good at all. The lady has a black eye, some bruises on her face and the way that she moves indicates to me that she also has bruises elsewhere. The lady has a tale of woe and she wants revenge on those who abused her.

The lady claims to be a corporate whore, with inside information on a large, corrupt local company. The inside information involves contracts, product development, competent employees, incompetent employees and unhappy customers.

I ask the lady, "How did you get the damage?"

The lady tells me that she was to 'date' a customer of the company. The 'customer' turned out to be an executive of her own company. The lady walked out. Then the wife of the executive supposedly attacked the corporate whore for screwing the wife's cakewinner (in the upper realms of local management, they don't live by bread alone.)

I ask the lady, "Then the wife did the damage?"

The lady tells me, "I escaped the wife. The damage was done by the executive."

I ask the lady, "You talked to the police?"

The lady says, "Yes, for all the good it did me."

I tell the lady, "The local police are as honest as the day is long. I'm speaking only of the night shift police here."

The lady says, "Right. I have to get out of town. I need some traveling money."

I tell the lady, "You give me useful info, I give you money and more."

The lady then tells me of a contract that was screwed out of a buyer by one of her sisters in sin, working for her ex-company. The customer, who the buyer worked for, is mad as hell and has then managed to cancel the contract, on a technicality.

I call the customer and have a little discussion with him. I tell the guy that I can deliver the goods, I can deliver on spec, on time and at a reasonable price.

The guy is interested and he questions me.

I have answers for all of his contract questions. My technical people have answers for all of his technical questions. I tell the guy that we're ready to start as soon as I get a fax contract from him.

The guy then asks me a key question, "Do you use corporate whores?"

I tell the guy, "My people work hard and deliver the goods. We don't screw our customers, either on the job or after work."

The guy faxes me the contract and I get my people busy.

I then tell the lady, "Okay, the info you gave me resulted in a contract, as you just heard. Normally I would pay a sales commission of 10%. I'll pay you the 10% and I'll also do more for you."

The lady becomes very suspicious. She asks, "Like what more will you do?"

"In the course of my business, I happened to pick up an out of state corporation. The corporation will rent you a moving service and ease your way into a rental, somewhere else, your choice of where else. Your ex-employer can trace you, they can't trace my out of state corporation, since they aren't looking for the corporation."

The lady says, "Yeah! That sounds like a plan."

"You led me to new business. I suspect that you have even more leads. You give me leads that lead to new business for me, I pay you for the leads."

The lady says, "Okay, but I have to get out of town right now. The rest of the dealings will have to be by phone."

I tell the lady, "The kind of info you have, we do face to face. For now, you can stay at an apartment I own and sometimes use for out of town buyers. You'll be safe there."

The lady says, "Well, I can't stay at the place where I'm now living. I have to do something."

I then show the lady the safe apartment.

The lady likes the place and agrees to try it for a while.

We make a deal and I drive the lady back to her car, make that former car. The lady's ex-car has been torched.

I tell her, "No problem. When we finish our dealings, I'll get you a replacement car, using your insurance money. In the meantime, you don't need a car, my secretary can get you what you need."

The lady then packs a couple of suitcases that are almost as big as she is.

I then schlep the suitcases out to my car and drive the lady back to the apartment.

The lady tells me, "I want no funny business."

I tell the lady, "Business, yes! Funny business, no." I then give the lady a key.

I pull into the garage and tote the lady's two suitcases up to the apartment.

The lady tells me, "I have to make some phone calls. When I get what you'll need, I'll call you."

I tell the lady, "The sooner, the better. We'll get the business finished and then we'll get you relocated somewhere where your ex-employer won't find you."

The lady says, "You saw my car. The people who are looking for me play for keeps."

I tell the lady, "Not to worry, so do I."

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, the lady gets me three more contacts with disgruntled customers of her former employer.

I get two new contracts now and one more will come when the customer's current contract runs out.

I talk briefly with the lady and determine that she has about exhausted her sources. I then meet her for supper, one night. I tell her, "I have gotten two new contracts from your leads. Give me a bank account number and I'll have your commission money transferred to your account, as the contract money comes in. I also have a contract pending from a lead you gave me. When the contract comes in, I'll pay you your commission for that contract. You told me what kind of car you wanted. I got you the deluxe version and it's in your garage. I got you a much better deal than you could have gotten on your own. If you'll just sign the papers, you're ready to go wherever you want."

The lady scans everything and we then go and look at the car.

The lady falls in love with the new car and she signs.

We then go back to the apartment and the lady and I have a discussion.

The lady asks me, "I was a corporate whore. Do you know what I did?"

I sense a trap but I say, "Well, you obviously screwed customers."

The lady says, "You'll have to excuse me, but I look damn good. I screw out of town customers, rich guys who want sex but don't ever want to see me again, unless its for another corporate whore date."

I tell the lady, "Makes sense. So what?"

The lady lectures, "The typical social girl looks good, screws local boys and gets involved in messy, local situations."

I think for a moment and lecture back, "The corporate whore deals with intelligent people in top of the line places. The social girl deals with mostly dumb boys and gets taken to the kind of cheap places the boys can afford. The corporate whore knows how to dress and conduct herself in a top of the line place. The social girl wears as little as she can get away with and can basically only deal with, 'wanna fuck?' The corporate whore deals with older men and not only has to screw, but she also has to learn to be a bit inventive, when the older men can't get it up."

The lady says, "Pretty much."

"Okay, so what?"

The lady tells me, "I originally come from a city on the other coast. I have a girl friend who lives in a smallish town, back there. My girl friend's sister is a corporate whore. The corporate whore wants out. However, she's afraid that people will find out. You just might be the man who can figure out how to get her out. At worst, you get a few nights of hot sex. At best, who knows?"

"You think I might fall for a corporate whore?"

The lady says, "Well, there's always the local non-corporate whores, I mean social girls."

I get some contact information. I then help the current lady plot an escape.