"Oh sod off Kim," said Nicola King to her mobile as she hurried her kids to school.
The message on the screen read, "
Home Farm for work at 11.00 sharp. Know it's your day off, but I have a problem that needs sorting, you are the one to sort it. NO EXCUSES...BE HERE."
She didn't need to look who the message was from, only Kim Tate had that persona with messages.
After trying to defraud Home Farm Estates while its owner Kim Tate was in jail, Nicola was now vulnerable to all kinds of blackmail, to keep herself out of trouble with the police.
With her husband Jimmy, off on a long distance delivery, she had no alternative but to ask her dad Rodney, to pick the kids up from school, if she wasn't back in time.
Nicola made her way up to Home Farm and let herself in, through the back door.
"Kim, it's Nicola, what's the urgency?"
There was no reply.
Nicola called again, and again there was no reply.
She looked all around the ground floor of the large house, it was completely empty. She started to climb the stairs, there was still no sign of Kim Tate.
At the top of the stairs, she noticed that the door to Kim's bedroom was slightly ajar. She gently opened the door and peered into the room.
"Oh my god, you've got to be kidding." Exclaimed Nicola.
Kim Tate stood at the foot of the bed, wearing black from head to foot.
"Good morning Nicola, I hope you are not to shocked by my wardrobe." She said with a very unusually soft voice.
Nicola didn't reply straight away. She was still shocked at the appearance of the woman before her.
Kim Tate was a statuesque blonde, tall and full busted. Here she was wearing a, Venetian style mask, a lace choker, a leather studded jacket over a leather bra, with prominent pink nipples thrusting through holes. Beneath this was a laced corset with suspenders and a tiny pair of panties. Fishnet stockings, a pair of shiny knee length boots, with killer six inch stiletto heels, completed the outfit.
"Lost you voice Nicola?" Said Kim, seductively, then added, "come on, a little girly fun never hurt anyone."
"No way, no fucking way on God's earth, no, no, not ever." Replied a very flustered Nicola.
Kim slowly walked towards her, "oh come on, don't be a spoilsport, a girl has needs you know."
Nicola, turned and moved towards the bedroom door.
Kim then said, "it's amazing how frustrating it is in a woman's prison, until you get the right cell mate who knows just what to do, and more importantly, just where to do it." Then added, "but she is inside for a few years yet, so I am looking for someone to take her place, you are the first candidate."
"I repeat, no fucking way," said an even more annoyed Nicola.
Kim smiled and lifted her phone and pressed a key on the pad.
"Hotten police, could I speak to someone regarding a fraud please, thank you, yes I will hold." Said Kim into the phone.
Nicola blanched, she knew Kim had enough evidence to send her down for a long time.
Kim then said, " while I'm hanging on, let me tell you what Angie did to me in jail, I'm sure you will succumb to her charms eventually, " then said into the phone." Good morning inspector, Kim Tate here, Home Farm Estates, we have recently discovered a large discrepancy in our accounts."
Nicola quickly took the phone from Kim's hand and said, " ok you cunning bitch, what do you want me to do?"
Kim smiled. Fortunately Nicola wasn't aware that the weather app she had "phoned" didn't have a fraud department. She had the poor woman just where she wanted her.
"You can start at the top and work your way down," said Kim, rather matter of factly.
"You appreciate I have never done anything like this before," replied Nicola in a trembling voice.
Kim snorted a laugh and said, " Oh come on Nicola, you go to bed and get fucked by Jimmy King, this is like comparing caviar and fish paste, after that."
Kim spread her arms in a welcoming way, her eyes peering through the eyeholes of the mask.
Nicola, hesitantly took a step towards her and with her one good arm, reached behind Kim's head and pulled it towards her own.