There was a dead silence as Don, the representative of the human resources department and the person originally in charge of hiring Rachel, entered the conference room with a loud click of the door. Rachel was somewhere between mortified and horrified as she quickly tried to smooth her rumpled skirt. Her straight blond hair was long enough to serve as a shroud, keeping Don from directly seeing her and vice versa as she tried to gather herself in the few brief seconds she had.
The only person who could see Rachel's face clearly was Stu, the man who had just traded Rachel the questionable gift of corporate employment in exchange for the violation of her body and mind. He was sitting directly across from her and settling into a position of feigned boredom.
Tremors from the recent orgasm he had inflicted on her with his hands still skittered through Rachel's body. Her full lips trembled now and again as she tried to maintain a hold of herself. She could feel the moist heat between her legs and pinched herself very hard as Don casually strolled in to join them.
Rachel was sitting at the conference table in a hunched, awkward way that screamed 'guilty' to the discriminating eye. Stu had seen similar body language in a hundred court rooms and a thousand times outside of this room. Usually there was blood in the water that signalled him to strike. This situation was different. He had already struck. As a result, the young woman, whose professional mystique had been completely shattered by the ease and speed in which Stu had managed to bulldoze through her objections and into her panties, looked like she had been caught elbow-deep in the cookie jar with crumbs on her face.
Stu, as surprised as he was by the unexpected entrance of Don, reacted with a natural ease due to a deeply ingrained and internalized philosophy that had served him well throughout his life and career.
The best defense is a good offense.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Don" Stu said, with a hint of genuine annoyance.
For just a fraction of a moment, Don's eyebrows furrowed at the comment. Most people wouldn't have noticed it or understood what the flicker of expression represented, but Don genuinely did not like Stu or his comments. Don, in response, faked a good-natured smile and rolled with the punch.
"Sorry, sorry," Don apologized, "I had to grab the introductory package for Rachel and got side tracked." Don crossed the room and put down his stack of paperwork at the end of the table between Rachel and Stu after taking a moment to turn the still-running but completely ignored training video off in the background.
"Nobody ever really pays attention to these things anyways," he explained in an almost apologetic manner, as if Rachel or Stu cared in any way about the boring scenarios involving the bad attractive actors. The people that actually needed to heed the common sense espoused were usually those least likely to watch it.
"It's really more of a CYA training requirement", said Don, passingly, as he took a seat at the end of the table between Rachel and Stu and cleared his throat noisily.
"Sorry for my rude interruption. Where were you two?"
A pregnant pause.
Rachel and Stu met each other's eyes for a brief moment before she glanced downwards with a troubled, guilty look and Stu leapt into action.
"Well, Rachel-" said Stu, turning Don's attention towards her and forcing her into motion. She raised her crystal blue eyes briefly to meet his before lowering them towards the table once again. "-was just introducing herself," continued Stu conversationally. Stu tried not to swear out loud as he saw Rachel turtling up. Her odd behaviour was likely going to lead to some uncomfortable questions sooner rather than later.
Rachel's knuckles were white as her nails bit into the palm of her hand.
"Did you know she was a cheerleader back in her home town?" said Stu. His bold faced lie was delivered surprisingly smoothly.
Rachel raised her eyebrows slightly at both her, frankly, unwanted inclusion in this conversation as well as the surprisingly accurate guess Stu made. She glanced over to Don for a full moment to gauge his reaction to Stu's claim on her behalf.
"Is that right?" said Don, impressed and leaning towards her and somehow managing to not notice anything amiss thus far. "I should have guessed. Rachel, you definitely have a positive and outgoing personality. Why didn't you include this on your resume?"
Stu tensed a little despite his poker face -- either Rachel would play along or this would go bad
very
quickly.
"I guess I thought that nobody at an office like this would care about the fact that I shook pompoms and baked cookies", said Rachel as she finally raised her gaze and made eye contact for the first time since Don had entered the room. She even had enough sauce to include a little self-deprecating shrug. She pinned a few loose strands of hair behind her ear in a practised motion. Her cheeks were still noticeably blush and her breathing was still a little ragged, but that could be argued down to nervousness.
"On the contrary, Rachel" said Don, excited at the opportunity to compliment and stroke the ego of the beautiful new employee. "It shows that you were interested in extracurricular activities while in school. That shows initiative and dedication. You should definitely consider updating your resume with the information."
Rachel nodded in quiet acknowledgement and lowered her head again -- seemingly trying to disappear into her seat.
"So as I was telling you, Rachel," said Stu in feigned continuation of a previous conversation while giving her a very direct look. "Now that I've decided to take you under my wing, there are some pretty big perks that come with this position. I'm occasionally required to travel as required by the company and as my personal assistant; you may or may not need to accompany me".
Rachel swallowed noiselessly and looked directly at Stu for the first time since he had turned her body against her - searching his calm features with uncertainty.
"As well, the position comes with full benefits - which Don can tell you about after I'm gone".
Don nodded while the corners of Stu's twitched in a smile. Rachel perked up in her chair with a flicker of genuine interest as Stu continued selling her on the position.
"Most importantly, you will gain invaluable experiences working directly under me" said Stu with a straight face. It took everything Rachel had not to cringe and let her face catch fire with Don watching her so closely. She struggled to focus on calming her breathing and tried to focus on the bridge of Stu's nose as he continued, "While it may sometimes feel like you're getting bent over backwards by the requirements of the job on occasion; rest assured that those of us working with you are working long hours to keep a leg up on the competition"
Silence.
Dead silence.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Stu concluded with just the faintest hint of a smile.
