Karen was in her early twenties, but was still asked for her ID on many occasions when she went out clubbing. Her hair was long and dark; her face girlishly pretty. She had no problem getting into a size 10, and her breasts were best described as pert with small areolas and dark little nipples that stiffened to the touch. She kept herself toned at the gym, and had a loathing of body hair that meant she was no stranger to the full 'Hollywood'. Her bum constantly drew stares from the men around her, both for its cute shape and her involuntary wiggle when walking. Her legs were slim and smooth.
She had taken the job in her local cah and carry as something of a last resort. Jobs were hard to come by in her area, and she needed the money. Being more than qualified for the job, it wasn't very long before she was asked to take on more responsibility, including cash handling, and being responsible for various stock control duties.
It wasn't too long before she realised that her Manager, Mr. Robinson, was just working out his last few months before retirement and had all but given up any pretence of controlling his store. Dipping into the tills for a few pounds here and there soon became a daily occurrence, and she found another source of income from selling off stock that never even made it past the delivery bay thanks to the co-operation of one or two drivers who would do pretty much anything for a few quid and a smile from an attractive girl. She soon began to rely on these 'extras' to maintain her lifestyle, and virtually forgot about how illegal her actions were, and how open she was to being blackmailed should anyone find out.
The beginning of the end came one day when, on arriving at the store, she discovered that Mr. Robinson had not lived long enough to collect his pension. He had been found on the floor of his office having had a massive heart attack. It was only a few days later when the new guy arrived. Mr. Abel. In his early forties, fat and balding, he was the typical, straight from head office sort of man that had that unhappy knack of getting right up everybody's noses from the moment he set foot on the premises, but he got results.
Sadly for Karen, he also knew how to control his cash and his stock, and after a few weeks he told Karen to report to his office one night after work. It was with some trepidation that she walked up the stairs and knocked on his office door.
"Come in Karen," he said without even looking up from his papers.
"Sit down." She did as he requested.
He let her stew for several minutes before looking up from his work and switching on his laptop.
"You know, the worst thing about all of this is that you take me for a complete and utter idiot. How long did you think you could get away with all of this?"
"All of what?" She stammered, hoping to bluff it out.
"Come on girl, don't insult my intelligence. By my quick calculations, I estimate that you have stolen at least £2000 and when I get my share, I'll be able to blame you for nearer £5000, and that's before we add on the value of the stock."
He paused and turned his lap top around so that she could see the screen.
"Not the usual type of film I amuse myself with, but as you can see, you look particularly guilty in this clip."
She had not realised that some new security cameras had been installed, and she had been captured paying off one of the drivers as he loaded some produce straight into the back of her car.
"The only question is do I fire you now, or do I fire you after I call the police?"
Karen felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks as the full awareness of her situation began to dawn on her.
"Have you any idea how hard it is to get any kind of a job following a conviction for theft and embezzlement? Not to mention the prison sentence. You'd be lucky to find work in a brothel."
She stared at him through her misty, tear filled eyes, hoping to find some sign of him relenting, some mercy, but there was none.
"Is there nothing I can do to make amends?" she whimpered.
He sat back in his chair and stared at her for what seemed an age.
"I might be able to do something, but it all depends on you. What are you prepared to do for me to make it worth my while to cover this mess up?"
She knew she had little choice but to do anything he asked of her. She knew she couldn't face the shame that the discovery of her crimes would bring and the thought of a prison sentence terrified her.
"Anything, " she whispered, "anything you tell me, only I must keep my job."
"Good," he replied, " I need your services to repay certain debts I have accrued. Money won't pay them off; the people I owe have very particular tastes, and they will be very satisfied with you, provided you are completely obedient to me and to their wishes. You will be my little sex slave until I decide your debts are paid. Do you understand?"
She felt her face redden and her breath quicken. She wanted to run, but couldn't move like a rabbit in the headlights. She managed a nod of her head.
"Is that a yes?" he asked her.
"Yes, yes, what ever you say."
"Good. You can start now. If I am going to send you to these people, I need to know exactly what they are going to get."
He stood up and went to his office door and locked it. He stood behind her chair and bent his head so as he was very close to her face. She pulled as far away from him as she could.
"Your first job is to strip for me. Up here on my desk. I want to explore every inch of you."
The full horror of her situation dawned on her, but there was no turning back. She got up on the desk and he sat down in front of her.
"Let me see up your dress first," he leered at her.
She slowly slid her uniform dress up her legs until the crotch of her tights were visible.
"Stop, stop, stop," he ordered, "get those bloody awful things off right now. You will never wear tights again unless specifically ordered to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she nodded, afraid to refuse, and reached up her dress to take them off.
His eyes not leaving her, he told her to raise her dress and show him her panties. She regretted being late that morning and in her haste, grabbing a flimsy little black thong.
"Very sweet," he said, mocking her, "open your legs slightly"
She parted her legs and stood there, on his desk, legs apart as he stared up her dress.
"Now take your uniform off please."
Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her uniform and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her in just her bra and panties. After what seemed a lifetime, he told her to take them off. Feeling utterly helpless, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and let it fall from her breasts.
"Quickly now," he chided her, "and when you take your knickers down, give them to me and then stand there, legs wide apart, hands behind your head. I want to see it all."
She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her thong and slid it down her legs and off. She bent down to retrieve them, and gave them to Mr. Abel. He ran them through his fingers, enjoying their warmth from her body and staring into her eyes, lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply, revelling in the mixture of her scent and womanly odour.
