One evening she was at Paul's place after a lesson. He had fed and used her - he said she was improving, which made her happy - and she sat at his feet with her leash dangling while he reclined on the couch.
He had a job for her. Mr. Grant was a client of her firm; did she know him?
Only by reputation, she said. He was a wealthy executive whose company did government projects, but it was all very secret. Not even the colleagues she slept with would tell her.
Paul held up a photograph; did she recognize him? With her hands behind her she could not hold it, but she looked and said she did. Very good; he would attend a cocktail party at the firm's offices tomorrow and she was to introduce herself to him.
What Paul said next took her breath away. She was to seduce him that evening and let him take her to his apartment. He was a sound sleeper; Paul had sent girls to him before. She would go to the office next to his bedroom and plant a small "device" behind his desk.
There were obstacles. The main one was his bodyguard; Karl was fiercely loyal to his boss and had a reputation for brutality. A former prizefighter, he was barred from the ring after killing an opponent. He would search her thoroughly before allowing her into Mr. Grant's apartment.
Then how was she to conceal the device?
In her body. Paul reached over to a table and picked up an object like a large fountain pen in a plastic case. He demonstrated placing it in the case and removing it. His girls had told him how Mr. Grant used them, and she could safely store it inside her pretty derriere.
Anne blanched and almost said "I can't", but she recovered herself. There was no question of disobeying him, she had gone too far for that. What would happen if she was discovered, she asked.
She could lose her job and go to prison. But more likely, Karl would deal out a summary punishment to the trespasser and he, Paul, would have to find another girl.
She sat naked on the floor while Paul walked about the room, describing the strategy she would use to gain his confidence and access to his office. Paul unrolled a plan of the apartment which she was to memorize. The main living/dining area inside the door, kitchen to the left. Beyond was the bedroom, and from there a door to the office which she would use. A second door entered it from the hallway but was locked at night. Anne studied the plan until she had it down by heart.
The next afternoon at five o'clock she closed the door of her office, lifted her skirt and tried to insert the device. The case had a wide end with a small ring for a handle; in her nervous state she started to put it in the wrong way before she realized her mistake. Should she ask Debbie to do it for her? No, the fewer people who knew about this the better. Her hands shook as she slid it in; it was larger than she remembered. Well, that was for the best, it would keep her focused on her task. And it was comforting in a way; a bit of Paul inside her.
She stood up and undid the top buttons of her blouse before unlocking the door and going downstairs to the lobby where the party had begun, to offer herself to a stranger.
Mr. Grant was there surrounded by a group of men who handled government work for the firm, speaking in low tones. He was in his thirties, about ten years older than Anne, and rather good-looking; yes, very. She began to feel a warmth between her legs that made her look forward to the night's adventure. She went up to him and introduced herself, noting his attention to her opened shirt and metal collar. The other men discreetly melted away from the pair. He offered to get her a drink and the two of them walked over to the bar. She asked for a tonic water and accepted it from his hands, which lingered on hers for a moment and touched one of her bracelets.
Anne was unused to taking the active role in a seduction, but she tried to make small talk while he examined her. After a few minutes he asked her out to dinner and she agreed with relief; so far everything was going according to plan.
Outside the building, he hailed a cab and told the driver to take them to Le Coq d'Or. This awoke fresh anxieties in Anne. At least the driver was not the one who took her to the park with Paul; or was he, she could not tell, she didn't think so.
But the maitre d' was the same; he gave only the barest hint of recognition as she entered, and showed the couple to the center table she shared with Paul. Anne looked down to avoid the stares of the other patrons.
From time to time she stole a glance at him. Yes, he was quite attractive. She wished she had met him under other circumstances; they could be friends or lovers, real lovers for life. She pictured herself learning from him and helping him with his work. Instead he was to be her victim for the benefit of others, for reasons she was not told. It made her a little sad and she shifted in her chair. The device inside her shifted as well. It recalled her to her task and she stifled her romantic longings for the moment.
She wished Paul were here, she would know how to behave. But the waiter was a seasoned professional; he handed a menu to her companion and left. Mr. Grant asked her if she would like one and she told him no, she was in his hands entirely.
"The special diet, then", he said and she nodded. So he knew about that. Her nervousness abated. She was comfortable with him now, she knew her place and relaxed. She wondered how much else he knew, especially about her, what she was and who she belonged to. Mr. Grant gave their orders to the waiter and in time his plate and her bowls arrived. She ate out of his hand; they understood each other. She took the rest of her dinner from the bowl, bent forward as usual with her hands in back. Her appearance with another man tonight was the object of much attention and whispered comment around her.
In time they finished dinner and she followed a few paces behind him out of the restaurant. This time Karl met them in Mr. Grant's car. Anne thought he eyed her suspiciously as he helped her in.
