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So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
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Seated behind a gleaming black mahogany desk the size of a river barge was Mr. Michaels himself. Wow, I thought. Those pictures on the Internet did not do justice to this man. He was, in a word, stunning. What a gorgeous face and rock-solid build he had! His dress slacks and shirt appeared custom tailored and fit his physique like a glove. He w as seated in a rich leather executive chair, leaning back slightly with his hands clasped comfortably behind his head.
The room was chilly, I noticed. Uncomfortably so.
Nonetheless, I stepped forward and offered him my prettiest smile. He responded with that subtle, very confident smile I had seen in his pictures, then nodded.
“Well! You must be Angela. Angela Martin,” he said simply, making no move to shake my hand, to stand, or even move from the position he was in.
“Yes sir,” I answered, a bit more unnerved by his powerful presence than I had anticipated.
“Derek Michaels, CEO. Welcome to Guardian Trust.”
I was about to answer thank you, but he spoke again.
“Please come forward to the front of my desk and turn around,” he said, quietly but firmly.
“Pardon?”
He sighed with obvious annoyance. “Miss Martin, your first duty in this company is to fully learn that when a superior such as myself issues you a directive, you will comply – immediately and without question. Is that clear?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now let’s try that again: Step forward to the front of my desk and turn around.”
I had no idea why, but somehow I just knew that this was wrong. Nonetheless, Mr. Michaels had made it very clear that I was to do as I was told. Slowly, and with a hollow pit beginning to form in my stomach, I took three paces forward, then turned around to face away from him.
I waited for him to speak. The room remained frighteningly quiet for several seconds. I wanted to turn my head around to see what he was doing, but I didn’t dare.
Then I heard click click and realized that he had just photographed me with his phone.
This whole situation was getting sleazier by the minute. What was doing – taking pictures of my butt?
“You have a very nice shape, Miss Martin,” he said finally. “I believe that you will do very well here.”
“Um, thank you,” I answered, feeling foolish. I started to turn back around.
“Miss Martin,” he said, more sternly, “I did not tell you to turn around. Did I?”
I could barely get the words out. “No, sir.” I resumed my position before him.
“It would appear that our first order of business today is a bit of training so that you may better learn to follow my directives. Employees who follow a superior’s directives – immediately and without question – not only remain in good standing with the company, but stand to receive substantial quarterly bonuses. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels,” I answered softly.
“Good. Let us proceed. Place your hands behind your head.”
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