Naomi Price was facing a crisis not of her own making but one that only she could figure out how to solve.
She was 38 and her career was going well. But her 17-year-old daughter was in private school. She and her husband had divorced shortly after she was born. His child support was not helping Naomi make ends meet. Plus, her ex's career had gone in the tank; he was only working part-time and barely getting by himself.
A year earlier, Naomi had placed her mother in assisted living. While it was much nicer than a nursing home, it was expensive. Her mother's savings and stock portfolio soon ran dry. Government assistance didn't cover the costs and Naomi was struggling financially.
She had been able to take on extra projects at work, but the 60- to 70-hour weeks were wearing her out.
Almost out of desperation, she asked to meet with the company CEO. David was in his 50s and everybody liked him. Despite the fact he was a highly successful businessman with hundreds of millions of dollars, he treated his employees well and with respect.
Her boss told Naomi that there was a new project he was developing and that he believed she would be a good fit. He told the hours would be "normal" and that the funding for the project would be able to give her a significant pay bump. For the first time in months, Naomi felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"We're having an organizational meeting at the Omni Hotel tomorrow," David said. "This deal is gonna happen but we're keeping it really hush hush until it's ready to launch. There's a conference room on the fourth floor that's out of the way. When you get to the front desk, give them your name and they'll give your directions. Meeting starts at one."
"Thank you so much, David," she said as she rose to leave. "I can't tell you how much this means to me."
DIFFERENT TYPE OF MEETING
Naomi left the office and took a cab to the Omni. She had dressed in one of her sharpest suits - dark gray jacket, matching pencil skirt and light pink blouse. The fact that she had been chosen for this special project had given her confidence a boost and she strode confidently to the front desk. The clerk gave her directions to the conference room. As he walked away, she couldn't see that he had a knowing smile on his face.
She found the room, opened the door and stepped in. She was surprised that it was semi-dark and there were just two office chairs. David was sitting in one of them but as she entered, he got up.
"Naomi, so glad you could make it," he said, brushing past her and locking the door. "Have a seat."
Naomi was confused. "Where's the rest of the team?"
"We're it," he said. David looked 10 years younger than his age. He worked out regularly and had a solid physique. He had started losing his hair in his 30s and had then started shaving his head bald. He wore steel-rimmed glasses, behind which were steely blue eyes.
"I don't understand. It's just the two of us?"
David's smile could best be described as feral. "You could say that. Let me explain.
"I have a reputation of being a nice guy and a good boss. And I am. But I have certain hobbies that are private and that some folks would disapprove if they knew about them.
"I'm gonna offer you a deal. I'm going to possess you, take your body, own you. In exchange, I will offer you private payments that will double your income."
Naomi sat back in the chair like she had been slapped. She couldn't believe that her boss was making this kind of proposal. When he said, "take your body, own you" she felt a shiver up her spine. But she was in no way inclined to accept the deal.
"Sir, I can't believe you're coercing me, blackmailing me like this," she said as she stood up. "You know how much I need to earn more money. But I can't do this."
David also stood up and moved close to her. "You don't have a choice. If you refuse, I can make no guarantees about the future of your position. You know how volatile our industry and the job market is. You could be out of a job within a month."
Naomi couldn't believe he was making that kind of threat. "You bastard," she said, starting to swing her hand to slap his face. He grabbed her wrist before she could make contact, then twisted her arm behind her.
"Owwwwww."
"My dear, the decision has been made ... by me. This is my own special conference room here, one of the places near work where I can indulge my hobbies. It's sound proof so scream all you want if you wish."
With her arm twisted behind her, Naomi was forced to walk toward a curtain she hadn't noticed. They moved through into a bigger area of the room which was well lit. She could see a large king bed and a lot of equipment and apparatuses.
He grabbed the collar of her suit jacket, pulling it down her arms and off. She stumbled a few steps away.
"Nooooo. Please. What are you gonna do? Please, leave me alone, don't do this."
He was quickly upon her, grabbing her wrists and dragging her toward a metal contraption that had a bar about eight feet high and was secured to the floor.
"My dear, have you ever done bondage, restraints? It's a big part of my hobby."
She didn't answer but he quickly restrained her wrists to two Velcro straps hanging from the upper bar and two others secured her ankles about shoulder width apart. The suddenness of her helplessness left her gasping for breath.
"NOOOOOO. PLEASE. LET ME GO. I DON'T LIKE THIS."
David ignored her and began removing his clothing. Suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, pants, shoes and socks. Soon he was standing in front of her in just his boxers. His erection was evident, tenting the front of his shorts. He had a thick mat of black and gray chest hair.
Naomi was uselessly struggling to free herself, her gyrations causing her hair to become tousled and her full breasts to bounce. David eye's gleamed. Breaking this spirited woman would be a special treat.
