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American Psycho - I'll be There for You

By Dbud (feedback requested)

Summary: Working behind the scenes, Patrick tries to help Chandler with a problem at work.

Chapter 4

Starring:

Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Matthew Perry as Chandler Bing (Friends)

Alexis Bledel as Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

Kim Raver as Nico Reilly (Lipstick Jungle)

Leslie Bibb as Christine Everhart (Iron Man 1&2)

A few more weeks have passed...

Chandler Bing sat at his desk, leaning back and staring out the window over the city. He was smiling slightly to himself. Things were going pretty well for him. Nearly two months ago, he had saved the life of a Wall Street shark by the name of Patrick Bateman. Patrick and he had become friends since then and Patrick had shown his appreciation by showing Chandler the life he had been missing.

Patrick had taken him to places and parties and galas that he never even knew existed. In the course of this, Chandler had met Mikela, a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties, who Chandler had been sleeping with since the day they had met. Plus, he had also taken Patrick's views of life and women, while many would argue they were a bit draconian or even misogynistic, to heart. By being firmer at home with Monica, his wife, Chandler was once again the king of his castle.

In short, Chandler was the happiest he had ever been.

"Chandler!"

He was snapped out of his day dream by a sharp voice calling his name, "Where have you been?"

Chandler looked up and saw a pretty young woman dressed in professional attire standing in the doorway to his office.

"The meeting starts in five minutes," she added as she walked into the room.

"I, ah, I..." Chandler wasn't sure what to say; he couldn't tell the truth. That he had spent his two hour lunch fucking his mistress at her apartment, "I had an appointment," he blurted out and prayed that would be enough to placate the questioner.

"Well, talk about cutting it close. This is your big day," she said with a warm smile.

The young woman was Rory Gilmore, a smart and very pretty woman only a few years out of college who worked in the same company as Chandler. Rory was in her mid to late twenties. She was tall, standing about five feet nine inches tall. She was dressed as she always was, in smart but also sexy business attire, which meant a silk white blouse and a dark pencil skirt and heels. If he stared hard enough, Chandler could see the outline of her black lace bra through the sheer material. Rory had long straight dark brown hair and pale skin. Her most striking feature, at least to Chandler, was her eyes, which were the palest blue he had ever seen.

She was right though, today was a big day. The meeting she was referring to was a staff meeting where the new head of the division that Chandler worked in was to be announced.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he said as he stood, "But the promotion is still up in the air."

Rory waved off his comment, "Oh please, everyone knows you are a shoe in. No one is more qualified than you."

Chandler stepped up to her and couldn't help but stare into her pretty face. To be honest, Chandler had a bit of a crush on Rory for some time. She reached out and began to straighten his tie and he let her do so, enjoying the attention from the pretty young woman.

From behind the two of them..."Well, well, well, am I interrupting something?"

Chandler looked up and Rory wheeled, both a bit startled by man leaning casually in the doorway.

"Patrick? What are you doing here?"

Patrick Bateman approached, his face looking a bit hurt by Chandler's question, "Me? I'm here to show my support for my savior of course. Just wanted to say good luck on getting your promotion."

Chandler seemed very much appreciative, "Wow, thanks Patrick."

They both stood for a few seconds until, "...and this is?" Patrick asked awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm sorry...Patrick this is Rory Gilmore. Rory, this is Patrick Bateman."

Rory reached out and took Patrick's hand as he extended it. Chandler couldn't help but notice how Rory tossed her hair when confronted with Patrick. Chandler rolled his eyes at her posturing towards the handsome man.

"Pleasure to meet you Rory. You'll have to forgive Chandler's rudeness...he has a lot on his mind lately."

"Oh, I know, that big promotion."

"Among other things," Patrick added, smirking at Chandler as Rory didn't seem to note the comment.

Rory turned to face Chandler, and turning her back to Patrick. As she did, Patrick leaned back, obviously staring at her ass while reaching his hand out and bringing it up as if he was going to grab her but stopping only inches short. Chandler tried to maintain a straight face when facing her while ignoring Patrick's antics.

"Now, don't forget, you only got about two minutes," Rory cautioned as she wheeled to leave.

The instant she turned, Patrick's lewd expression faded quickly and was replaced by a charming smile, "And it was a pleasure to meet you Patrick."

"You too miss," he replied and slipped up next to Chandler as the two men watched Rory saunter from the office.

"Man, she is sweet. You ever tap that?"

"What? No!"

"Just asking."

The two men stood for several long seconds in silence...

"So, you wouldn't mind if I tap it?"

"Okay, that's it. I gotta go."

"Of course of course, good lucky buddy."

Chandler stopped as he began to leave, "So, assuming I do get my big promotion, how about we go out and celebrate tonight? I'll even pay."

Patrick took two steps back, like he had been hit with an invisible hammer, You? Pay? Oh my god? Who are you?"

Chandler made a smirking face, "Haha, very funny. So?"

"Not tonight bro, I gotta hot date."

"When don't you have a hot date?"

"True. But this could be epic even for me. She's a journalist for Vanity Fair. Smoking hot blonde with legs that could wrap themselves around your head three times and still have more to spare. Christine Everwood...Everhart...something like that. Anyway? She has a bit of a reputation if you know what I mean?"

Chandler looked puzzled...

"She puts out to get leads."

"Ah!"

"So, I promised her this in depth look at behind the scenes of Wall Street. You know, showing her where all the bodies are buried."

"Really? You gonna do that?"

"Well, no, but I can still fuck the hell out of her up until she figures it out."

"You are incorrigible," Chandler told him as he headed for the hall.

"Someone got a word of the day calendar."

As Chandler walked out of the office, "So, that's a yes on tapping Rory's ass?" Patrick called out after him loud enough for several people in the office to hear.

Chandler turned, obviously embarrassed by Patrick's question, "Do I need to call security or can you find your own way out of the building?"

Patrick held his hands up in a sign of mock surrender, "I think I can handle it."

Chandler headed off down the hall and turned a corner, disappearing from sight. Rather than leaving though, Patrick headed off into the office as well. He passed several people sitting at desks, smiling at each and waving to several. He had long ago perfected the art of fitting in. Simply put, act like you belong there and no one will question you.

Patrick made several turns, moving deeper and deeper into the office space. He passed a number of empty offices until he saw one with a small plaque mounted on the wall. It read : 'Rory Gilmore'; indicating the office was the young woman he had just met. Nonchalantly looking around and not seeing anyone, Patrick slipped inside.

Looking over her desk, he picked up several knick-knacks and put them back. Stepping over to a set of shelves he examined a series of pictures she had on them. In one was a woman, who appeared in her mid-forties.

"Bit old for my tastes, but still MILF-tastic!" he muttered to himself as he set the picture back down.

Glancing over to a collage of pictures in a single large frame, Patrick examined it. In several of the pictures was a younger Rory along with a younger version of the woman he had just commented. He assumed this was Rory's mother. Also in the frame was a blue ribbon. Patrick leaned in and read the printing on it. It said: 'Valedictorian, Star's Hollow High School.'

"Star's Hollow," he said to himself, "Sounds quaint...might have to plan a vacation," he said with a smirk, "Maybe a long weekend."

While Patrick tried to find his way out of the office, Chandler stood in a crowded conference room along with about fifty other people. Their boss, the CEO of the company, a thin man in his mid-sixties, addressed the group. Chandler wasn't really listening. He was saying something about the future, and growth, Chandler was pretty sure he heard that, but little else, Chandler was instead thinking about trying to remain calm and cool when his boss announced that he was the new director.

"...and, so I've decided we need some new blood..."

'Be cool Chandler,' he told himself.

The CEO continued, "...and I've brought in someone who has a proven track record of..."

'Wait, huh what?' suddenly Chandler began listening to what his boss was saying.

"...and so, I am proud to announce the new head of this division...Nico Reilly."

When he said the name, a woman, tall and lean with tan skin and dressed in a sharp blue suit stood from the table she was sitting at and stepped up to the microphone amid applause from the room. Chandler could feel the blood draining from his face as he absent-mindedly clapped along with the rest of the employees. As he did, he looked up and saw Rory, who was staring at him with a look of sadness on her face. She mouthed the words, "I am so sorry" to him as well.

Suddenly, Chandler felt very self conscious. Everyone in the room expected Chandler to get this promotion and he could feel all the eyes on him as Nico began to speak. Chandler wasn't listening to what she said, it really didn't matter. He just stood, stunned, while he waited for her to be done talking so he could go back to his office, shut the door, crawl under the desk, and die.

Finally, after the longest most horrible several minutes of his life the speech stopped. As his fellow co-workers began to file out, Chandler tried to mix with them to get out as soon as possible. Just as he was about to reach the door...

"Mister Bing? Please stay a moment."

Chandler's heart sank and as the last person filed out, he shut the door and turned. He was alone with Nico, the woman who had gotten his job. She approached, hand extended.

"Pleasure to meet you Chandler, can I call you Chandler?"

He took her hand and nodded. Even though he was still a bit stunned and felt like this woman had ruined his life, Chandler had to admit, she was very attractive. Nico Reilly was tall and lean. She had the appearance of a fortyish woman who worked out regularly, lean and strong. She was dressed professionally but with an eye to show off her body, as many professional women did using as much of their sexuality as they were comfortable with to get noticed.

Her light blue silk blouse was open at the top just enough to show off her cleavage and her dark pencil skirt was just high enough to show off her legs, lean and tan.

"Good, call me Nico. I thought we should talk. I know how awkward this can be. Everyone I have spoken too says you are great at what you do. I know you must be disappointed but I hope I can count on you for support."

Chandler nodded as Nico kept talking about how important he was to the team and how she saw him going far. Finally, she was done and he thanked her and wished her well in her new job and left. Instead of going back to his office, Chandler turned down a side hall to secluded restroom that few people knew of. He entered and walked into one of the empty stalls. Pulling the door shut, he sat down on the toilet seat just staring at the door and glad to be alone.

Later that night...

Chandler was alone in his office. I was late, nearly nine PM. He had managed to avoid most people; they seemingly knew enough to give him some space. He picked up the phone and dialed. Patrick answered...

"Hey Bing, how's the newest director of..." Patrick paused, "Whatever the fuck it is you do?"

"Oh, ah, well, yeah, about that, I..."

Patrick finished his sentence, "You didn't get it."

"No."

"Oh hey man, I'm sorry. I know how important that promotion was. What happened?"

"They brought in some hot shot executive, Nico Reilly; a real shark."

"What? Some slash took your job? No fucking way! Look, I say I come over there and we rape the shit out of this bitch!"

Chandler chuckled at what he assumed was one of Patrick's bit too extreme jokes, "That's a very sweet offer but I think I'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I ah, I'm gonna go home and relax."

"You do that buddy. Give it to your wife good and hard, that'll make you feel better. Look, tomorrow, you and me. I'm gonna take you out and make you forgot all this shit. Okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. See you tomorrow."

Patrick put his cell phone down and stood as if thinking for several seconds before he turned back to the other person in the room. The woman about ten feet away was beautiful; even in her current state. She was tall and tan with an incredible body, athletic and strong but feminine. She had long and thick blonde hair and long to die for legs and pert, firm breasts with small dark brown nipples.

Her body though was quivering and her head was hanging low as Patrick approached. Her tan skin was crisscrossed with red welts and deep cuts all across her back and stomach and chest and thighs. While her feet were on the ground and she was barefoot, her arms were extended above her and held firmly by chains running upward to the ceiling. She was also totally nude.

"Sorry about that Christine. That was a friend. He's having a bit of a bad day."

Patrick was standing right in front of her, arms crossed with a long thin bullwhip dangling from his right hand. He too was naked and his cock was totally hard between his legs.

Christine Everhart lifted her head, tears running down her face and her body trembling with terror and what appeared to be dried cum on her cheeks and forehead. Patrick had brought her here over an hour ago. He had lied to her and lured her to this empty room where he had obviously brought numerous women before her. He reached up and yanked the piece of silver duct tape over her mouth off.

Christine flinched in pain as he ripped it off her, "Pl-please, Pat-patrick-k, let me go. Pe-people know I'm here. They wi-wil m-miss me..."

Patrick smiled and made a 'tsk tsk' sound as he shook his head, "No my dear Christine I don't think so. I was your confidential source remember. Even a stupid cunt of a reporter like yourself knows enough not to tell anyone about me until I have given you your story. I willing to bet no one knows who I am or where you are tonight."

He set the whip down on a small table next to him, "And no one ever will..." he said menacingly as Patrick picked up a knife and approached.

"Now, where were we?"

End Chapter 4