This is another old story, this time from 2004.
Christina's life had changed dramatically that day. She had been working for 'Keith Belmont Associates' for almost six months as a secretary when she was caught in a 'compromising position' with one of the mailroom guys in a store cupboard. He was fired on the spot, but for some reason she wasn't. She soon found out why, when the MD of the company Keith Belmont called her into his office.
He made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was not prepared to tolerate such behaviour and that he should fire her just like he fired Benny. Christina was incredibly lucky to get the job she had at such a young age (19) and she was also smart enough to realise that her chances of getting another similar job without a reference were extremely limited.
So she listened as he explained what her options were. Basically, she could either be fired or she could work directly for him -- in a special position that would pay considerably more than her old job... but she would have to do 'whatever was asked of her'. This sounded ominous, but Christina felt she had little choice, and at least the money sounded good.
When she told him that she would accept the job, Keith smiled and told her that her new salary would be three times her old one. But he also told her that she should not expect an easy ride and if she screwed up this time, then not only would he fire her but he would tell everyone he knew in the industry what a waste of space she was. In short, she would never get a similar job locally.
Christina left the office confused, she had avoided being sacked and come out with a huge pay rise and promotion, but she didn't have a clue what was expected of her. When she got home her phone rang and she picked it up, it was Keith.
"Christina, you need to get ready to go out for dinner in... 90 minutes. I will pick you up -- make sure you are dressed well, we are entertaining some very important clients. And Christina... remember, you do what I tell you, if you fuck this up for me I will make your life hell. Do you understand?"
"Yes... yes, Sir."
"Good. Make sure you're ready on time!"
The phone went dead and Christina went to get ready. 90 minutes later Keith's huge Mercedes limousine pulled up outside her tiny flat. She was standing on the pavement waiting, her shoulder length blond hair pulled back in a pony tail and her black dress complimented with some tasteful costume jewellery.
The chauffeur got out of the car and opened the rear door for her, Christina climbed in and sat next to her grinning boss.
"Very nice," he smiled.
The car pulled off and they chatted as the car rolled across the city. They drew up outside of an enormous hotel and waited for several minutes until two well dressed men walked out of the reception area and towards the car.
The chauffeur opened the door again and the two men got in, sitting opposite to Keith and Christina and with their backs to the driver. Christina was introduced politely to Ian and Jason, but then pretty much ignored for the rest of the night as the three men talked endlessly about business.
The dinner was exquisite, but long and Christina, utterly bored by their ignorance, couldn't wait to go home. She remained perfectly charming despite their pig-headedness, mindful of her new salary and position, and was delighted when they got up to leave, reasoning the evening was almost over.
The group returned to the limo and now, suddenly all the men were taking an interest in her. Keith moved closer and slid his arm around her shoulder and the three men began discussing how pretty she was. Christina was flattered by the attention, but a little uncomfortable. The two men opposite were looking at her hungrily and she turned to Keith for reassurance, but there was none to be had.
Instead, he placed his hand on Christina's thigh and started to rub softly. Her first instinct was to push it away, but something stopped her. She knew her position was tenuous at best and she didn't want to mess things up if she could possibly help it.
Actually, the more time she spent with Keith the more she liked him. Or rather, she liked his money. She was a little starstruck with all this driving around in limousines, eating in fancy restaurants and the champagne had also lowered her guard a little.
Slowly Keith's hand moved higher up her leg and then he was pulling up the bottom of her dress. Christina froze as she saw the two men opposite staring at her.
"Don't fuck it up," whispered Keith as he lifted the material higher to reveal her best black lacy underwear.
