“Hello.” He says.
“The next interviewee is here, Mr Clemence.” A female voice tells him.
“Okay. Send her in.”
A click, then a soft knock at the door to his office.
“Come in!” He says, loudly and with confidence.
The door opens and a young woman enters. No ordinary young woman. His daughter.
“Mr Clemence?” She ventures, timidly.
“Yes?”
“I’m Kourtney Greer. I’m here for interview. The personal assistant’s job?”
“Oh yes, please come in Ms Greer. Take a seat.”
Greer was Annie’s maiden name. They had chosen it randomly for their little game. Kim – or Kourtney – sauntered across the room and sat on the opposite side of the desk. If she was role-playing nervous job applicant, her natural sexual confidence betrayed her performance.
She was wearing what was supposed to be a business suit, but it was hardly suitable for a sober working environment. Although he supposed that was the point. The skirt was tight and short, and, as she crossed her legs, her stocking tops immediately became apparent. As did a slice of white, creamy thigh. Her jacket was open and the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. He could see the black lace of her bra. Her hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing a pair of spectacles. Kim had twenty-twenty vision, so the glasses were only there for effect. It was quite an effect, though.
He took a long time looking her up and down, shamelessly soaking up her voluptuous appearance, then he met her gaze.
“So, why do you want this job, Ms Greer?”
“Please, call me Kourtney.”
“Okay then, why do you want this job, Kourtney?”
“I have a hankering to learn some discipline.” She said, in a husky voice.
“Is that right?”
“Yes. I feel I’ve been too much of a free spirit. I think I need someone to take me in hand, show me who’s boss.”
“Well, that’s very interesting.” He replied. “You are a very beautiful young woman, if you don’t mind me saying?”
“Not at all. Thank you. And you’re a very handsome man, Mr Clemence. If you don’t mind me saying.”
He was silent for a few moments. Then…
“Why don’t you stand up, and give me a little twirl.”
“Of course, I’d be delighted.”
She got up slowly and turned round on the spot. Her skirt had ridden up a little, her stockings still on show.
“You talked about discipline, Ms Greer?”
“Kourtney.”
“Sorry, Kourtney.”
“Yes, I did. I’ve been somewhat…wayward in recent years.”
“Wayward?”
“I’ve broken a lot of rules. I’ve been a little reckless.”
“Really, in what way?”
“I’ve consumed quite a lot of alcohol. I’ve dabbled in drugs.”
“What drugs?”
“Mostly pot. But a few pills. Even a little coke.”
Ray could vouch for that personally. In the few months they had been together, they had played around quite a bit with narcotics. They’d smoked a whole ton of weed. Getting stoned before they fucked was practically mandatory. But there had also been ecstasy and speed.
And then there was the time he procured some extremely high-quality cocaine. He had booked them into a grand hotel suite for the weekend, both of them spinning separate tales of bullshit, to excuse them for a couple of days. It was their two month anniversary, and Ray had a fantasy to snort a couple of lines off his daughter’s tits. It was only fair he let her have a go, and soon enough the pair of them were fucking like a pair of Energiser bunnies.
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