This story features some blackmail and reluctance themes. It is the tale of a young man's rise to office plaything.
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It was 9 p.m. and the car parking station was almost deserted. There were a small number of elegant sedans sitting in a cluster, under the harsh overhead lights, at the northern end of the station. There were two cars at the southern end and there was one silver vehicle out on its own, opposite the deserted pay station.
The elevator doors at the far end silently slid open and Claudia stepped out into the car park. She stopped, while the elevator doors slowly closed behind her. She reached into her stylish handbag and withdrew a cigarette from her gleaming case. She pressed the end of the cigarette between her lips. She took out her boutique lighter and lit the tip.
Claudia inhaled deep. She closed her eyes. She opened them and looked at the no smoking sign at eye level and exhaled a stream of smoke. She pulled out her mobile phone, then turned and began walking towards her car at the northern end of the parking station. She dragged on her cigarette as she selected the number in her phone.
Her high heels echoed sharply on the smooth grey concrete floor. Her hips swung easily. The cool night air sweeping in through the station exit played with her dark hair. She held the phone to her ear. It rang and rang and rang.
"C'mon David, pick up," Claudia said, growing irritated, "where the fuck are you?"
Claudia ended the phone call. She was angry. She shoved her mobile phone back into her handbag and picked up the pace. She strode crisply along the cold hard floor. Her hand bag slapped against her thigh. Her free hand swung fiercely. She was fuming. She had specifically advised her husband David, earlier that morning, to keep his phone close and handy, so she could call him when her last meeting at work had finished.
Claudia had tried calling David and true to form he hadn't followed her instructions. He hadn't kept his phone close and handy.
"I guess we'll be eating take away again tonight," Claudia muttered.
For a moment, Claudia flirted with the idea of calling her boyfriend Paul and arranging a quick get together. David hadn't picked up the phone. For all David knew she was still in meetings. Claudia could call Paul and crudely proposition him. She could dash over to his place for a good hard quickie. Paul's cock would sort her out and help her feel calmer and get over David not picking up his phone.
Claudia grinned and then she sighed sadly. She just remembered her boyfriend was out on the east coast on business - so much for that idea.
"Damn," Claudia exclaimed, fuming again. "That guy is never around when I need him."
She reached her car. She dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground her heel on it. She opened the driver's side door and was about to get in when suddenly the sound of screeching tires slowly filled her ears.
Claudia turned her head. She watched a car emerge from the southern end of the parking station. She stood there until she identified the vehicle and the driver. It was Kyle in his second hand shit box.
Kyle, the gawky and socially inept junior finance clerk, drove slowly up to Claudia's car. He stopped as Claudia was getting down into the driver's seat. He leant out his window.
"Finally finished Claudia," he said. "Have you got a big weekend planned?"
She briefly looked back at him: his smile was too wide -- his eyes were too bright -- his voice was too loud -- he was leering at her -- he had no social skills. Kyle was the most desperate and sexually frustrated of all the males under Claudia's management. Claudia was indulgent with him at first, but she was watching Kyle. She was looking for a way to dispense with his services, which were pretty mediocre at best.
Claudia knew she was beautiful and desirable. She was a stunning Italian/Indian woman. She was used to constant male attention and she had come across a lot of young males like Kyle, in her time, while climbing the corporate ladder. She could feel their beady little eyes on her perfect body as she power-walked along the corridors at work. The simpletons like Kyle just loved Claudia's tanned skin, her fine dark hair, her full lips and her light eyes. Claudia just loved tearing strips off those losers. Claudia had humiliated and bullied Kyle a number of times.
On one occasion, Claudia had been in one of her more terrible moods. Two of her main competitors had just stolen an important prospective client from Claudia. The competitors - two younger, ruthless and beautiful women had worked together and seduced Claudia's prospective client into bed and secured the client's business. Claudia tried to rally and claim the client's business for herself. She had thrown herself at the client -- promising him all sorts of sexual perversions. The client refused to budge -- he now belonged to Claudia's main competitors.
Claudia had been furious. Kyle was caught out, performing some minor misdemeanor. Claudia had called the young finance clerk into her office and blasted him, venting all her accumulated rage on him. She had watched Kyle leave her office in tears at the end of it. Claudia had instantly picked up the phone and called Paul as soon as the blubbering Kyle walked out of her office. She had left for an early lunch. She had spent the rest of the day in bed with Paul. She had one orgasm after another.
"Claudia," Kyle asked, scratching his head.
"Have a good weekend Kyle," Claudia muttered, not looking in his direction.
She sat down on the seat. She pulled the door closed and started her car. Kyle slowly drove on, turned right at the end of the station and descended to the floor below. Claudia instantly pulled out her mobile phone from her handbag as soon as she had finished reversing and had straightened up.
Her phone slipped from her grasp. Then her handbag overturned and fell on the passenger side floor. The contents spilled everywhere.
"Damn it," Claudia exclaimed.
She grew angry. She pressed her foot down on the accelerator and began driving on the wrong side of the parking station. She reached the end of the station and with a howl of squealing tires turned hard. She barely watched the path she was taking: she was trying to pick up her handbag and trying to shove all the contents back inside. She finally grabbed her phone. Kyle's car appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh shit," Claudia shrieked.
Claudia saw the bumper and the grill of her junior's shit box, but she acted far too late. She was driving too fast, down the wrong side of the path out. The collision was sharp and harsh. Claudia's car crashed into Kyle's. Their cars crumpled. Glass, colored plastic and paint flecks littered the space around them.
She sat there dazed for a moment. It was all so unreal. The whole morbid meaningless scene was caught in the harsh overhead lighting. Kyle's shit box looked obscene. A moment later there was a hard insistent banging on her driver's side window. Claudia turned her head slowly. Kyle was standing right there at her car door. He appeared grotesque. He was leering in at her.
Claudia slowly shook her head. Her mind began to work again. Reality came seeping back in. With Kyle's help she opened her driver's side door. She climbed out of her car.
"Why don't you look where you're going Kyle," Claudia exploded, swaying slightly.
"Are you okay Claudia?" he asked, putting his hands on her to steady her.
"Take your hands off me," she exclaimed, "I'm your manager. You work for me."
Kyle carefully took his hands away. Claudia began to sway again. Kyle took Claudia in his arms. She gasped softly.
"Maybe, we should call for an ambulance, Claudia."
"I'm okay Kyle," she muttered, allowing him to hold her for another moment, before withdrawing from him.
"Maybe, we should exchange insurance details Claudia and get a tow truck."
"Yes, of course," Claudia snapped, regaining more of her focus.
Kyle vanished from sight. Claudia climbed back into her car. She opened the glove compartment. She pulled out the pile of documents she kept in there. She sat down on the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. She dragged deep and carefully thumbed through each document one by one.
"Oh my God David," Claudia whispered. "Please tell me you paid it."
Kyle had returned to Claudia's car. He stood at a respectful distance from her door. He held his insurance information in his hand. He waited patiently and silently.
Claudia meanwhile double checked all the papers in her hands. She dropped the pile and picked up her messy handbag. She rifled through it. There were no insurance documents in there. She was growing desperate. She dumped her handbag. She picked up her phone and logged into the shared bank accounts. There was no transaction there. David had not paid for Claudia's car insurance. The policy was not renewed. She was now uncovered.
She logged out of the bank. She dropped her phone on the seat.
Kyle was standing right there. She tried thinking of a way out of this. She dragged and exhaled. She finally looked up at Kyle.
"I think we have a problem Kyle. It seems my stupid husband didn't renew my car insurance like I told him to."
"You don't have insurance," Kyle asked, blinking.
"It seems so," Claudia said. "I'm sorry Kyle. I'll have to write you a check, I guess. I don't think the repairs to that heap would cost much."
"But you were driving down the wrong side."
"I know Kyle."
"And you were going so fast."
"Kyle."
"And you weren't watching where you were going either."
