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Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M+/F, nc, humiliation, coercion)
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter One
Grace looked at the tape in shock. There she was, changing the numbers
on the account transfer slip. It was caught on tape. She looked up at
Royston, her face pale.
"You wouldn't have been caught if you haven't been so greedy, Grace,"
the executive in his mid-thirties said.
"Nobody noticed anything the first three times you stole money from
the company," he continued quietly. "The numbers did not match up when
I did check the report, and that's when I suspected you. Obviously
relocating the security camera to point at your desk did help to catch
you red-handed."
Grace felt completely drained. There she was, thinking it was so easy,
and it was, for she had earned herself to a position in that part of
the company where nobody would question her in what she was doing.
Until she got carried away that is, and if not for that most
irritating Royston, what she had done would probably have gone
unnoticed.
Royston had been both simultaneously a suitor as well as a rival.
While he was more senior in the company than she was, Grace was
trusted by the department head and generally enjoyed a good impression
with other department heads.
Royston, like many men in the office was attracted to the confident
and sexy Grace. When it was clear she was not in the least interested
in him, Royston began to become jealous of her popularity in the
office, and the fact that the department head thought she was capable,
perhaps more capable than him. It was with much glee when he finally
found her weakness, the thing that would completely destroy her and
her standing in the company. And it was all up to him now.
"You spied on me.." Grace stared Royston, her voice trembling, but she
wasn't sure if her tone was accusing or one of surrender, a child
whose hand has been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
"Yes, and I'm sure Mr Shih and the directors would be glad I did.
Otherwise we would never have found out what a thieving bitch you are"
he smirked, looking at the finely dressed lady who was a good seven to
eight years younger than he was.
Grace's face flinched slightly at the derogatory term, but did not
speak. Grace was the fashionista in the office, always immaculately
made-up in her expensive Japanese cosmetics, and dressed up in
designer wear. Combined with her extremely slim, almost petite body,
porcelain clear complexion, baby-doll facial features and short hair,
many men in the office stumble like boys trying to go out of their way
to help her.
Grace already knew from the start of her career what she wanted out of
this male-dominated industry, and she knew how to get it. With the
toss of her head, her wink, her tone of voice, or an innocent touch to
the other person's arm during mid-conversation, she could get many
things done by her gentle flirtations. She was cool and sassy in the
office, but yet ‘untouchable', driving many men to the brink of
frustration who could not get to her.
But now Royston had her. "I will be informing Mr Shih and the
directors tomorrow morning" he said, closing his file, breaking her
inner thoughts.
"And the police will be notified of course, according to company
policy. 4 charges of embezzlement and fraud I believe."
Grace felt helpless, and she fought tears back as her world came
crashing down. She could not bear the thought of going to jail for
this. "Please don't…." she pleaded, "I'll – I'll pay everything
back.."
The tears ran down her cheek, but Grace knew she could not get out of
this one easy. How could she have been so stupid?
Royston smiled. "Even if you could pay back one hundred and eighty
thousand dollars tomorrow, why should the company drop the criminal
charges against you? It would be sending the wrong signal to
shareholders and employees you know. Or are you asking me to cover up
for you?"
Grace was desperate, and she knew it sounded desperate but she had to
try everything. "Please Roy.. you know I always treated you as a good
friend.."
Royston laughed and it stung her. "Surely you could do better than
that Grace," his eyes traveling down her tear-streaked face to her
white business suit jacket and pants to her high heel shoes.
Grace's face burned as her confused mind tried to sort out if Royston
was trying to blackmail her into giving him some sexual favor for
covering this up for her. Maybe.. maybe she could just..
"Well, don't say i'm heartless, but may be there is something you can
help me with…" Royston broke the silence, pulling out another file
from his drawer.
"There is this important deal I'm working on, and I'm having
difficulty finding the right person that I need for it. If you agree
to resign from the company and join this project, I think I can
convince Mr Shih not to press charges. However, you'll have to pay
back all the money to the company within a month."
"That – that's great Royston.. thanks so much… but I can't pay back
within a month.. can you give me more time?"
"Well don't worry, if you take on this project, you'll be paid thirty
thousand dollars upon completion, and I can loan you a hundred grand.
As for the remaining fifty, we'll have to figure out something.." he
said, handing the file to her. "I just need you to sign and initial
every page. "
Grace glanced through the document quickly, and through the legalese
she was able to figure out that she would be resigning from the
company and joining another one registered in the Cayman Islands.
Royston was senior venture partner of that company, whatever that
meant, and she would also be bound to strict confidentiality on the
terms of her employment.
For the project, she would also have to stay at a hotel, and will be
providing secretarial or other services to high net worth clients,
however during office hours she would continue to work in the same
office as she has been doing unless told otherwise. There was also
something about making herself available to accompany clients at all
hours of the day at short notice and doing everything the company
instructed including how she should dress. Grace penned her signature
and returned the file.
"Good… tonight there's a ball and I'm meeting an important client
together with several department heads. I want you to accompany me to
it. Your dress will be sent to you at your hotel room. Make sure
you're there tonight or you'll find the police looking for you
tomorrow."
"Yes, thank you Royston." Grace managed a weak smile.
"That will be "Sir" from now on, Grace." Royston folded his arms.
"Yes, Sir.." Grace replied meekly.
"And one question, since I'm asked to ease your transition to your new
job… I've always wondered about your bust size… you're a 30A or 32A?"
Grace was stunned for a while, but replied, "30A sir"
"Ah… small aren't you…. " he smiled broadly, "and your panty size?"
Grace face flushed, as she had never been spoken to like that before..
"XS sir"
"Just what I thought.. mm…see you tonight…"
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