They Think I am a Woman! - Part 16

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I was accosted by Ronald and Derek the instant I walked through the doors.

‘There you are. What kept you? We were all in a tizzy thinking you were bottling it.’

I looked at Derek and saw the relief on his face as he said that.

‘Don’t worry, Derek, I am not bottling it. How do I look?’

I gave them a quick twirl.

Ronald sighed and said, ‘I wish I were bi.’

Derek slapped him around the head a bit.

‘You look lovely, dear. Now, let’s go into the staff restaurant, as we have someone you need to meet.

‘We haven’t got much time,’ I said anxiously.

‘Time enough,’ said Derek, ‘slimeball is going to be late himself. He has a meeting with some area reps and won’t be in until 10 at the earliest.’

We walked into the staff restaurant and went over to the corner where a young girl was sitting, sipping some tea or what counts for tea there.

Ronald introduced us as we arrived.

‘Jane, this is Toni, the girl we spoke about.’

She was quite tall, blond, and thin as a rake. She wore a nice white blouse and a black figure-hugging skirt. She was very pretty. Perhaps I was bi, because Percy perked up at the sight of her, though how he could think of things like that at this time, I really don’t know.

We shook hands. She looked nervous and ill at ease.

We all sat down in the leather seats to the cacophony of fart sounds. I was getting bloody fed up with these seats!

Derek took charge.

‘Now, Toni, we wanted you to meet Jane, as she was the secretary to Roger before you arrived. Now, Jane, please tell Toni what you know about our little libidinous friend.’

She looked around nervously. Apart from us, no one was alone in the restaurant.

‘It won’t go further, will it?’

‘No,’ said Derek, ‘we promised, didn’t we?’

‘OK. Roger is the nastiest, dirtiest bastard I have ever met. At first, he was nice. He was the model employer. He was considerate and kind. He treated me very well, and we got on like a house on fire. Then he asked me out for a meal at lunchtime. I went with him. To be honest, I fancied him something rotten, so I was very happy to go. Let's face it, he is drop-dead gorgeous, and no, let's not go there. Anyway, he took me to lunch, and things were going well. Then the conversation turned more personal. He said I should start wearing more revealing clothes and that we should see more of each other outside working hours.’

‘How did you feel about that?’ said Ronald.

‘I was OK with it. I fancied him, and I had just broken up with my boyfriend. Anyway, he suggested that we go for dinner that night, and we arranged to meet at the little bistro off Tavistock Square, you know, the intimate one where you need a torch to see the menu.'

‘Ooh, we’ve been there; it’s nice, but a bit expensive.’

‘Shut up, Ronald; let Jane tell Toni what she needs to know.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Anyway, I dressed up in my favorite LBD, and when I arrived at the restaurant, I was led to a private booth in the corner. The place was fairly empty; it was only 7, so it was still early, and Roger stood up as I arrived, a big smile on his face and a single red rose in his hand.’

She stopped and took another sip of tea.

‘The waiter helped me to sit and left us alone.’

“You look ravishing, my dear,” said Roger.

‘I merely blushed to my roots as he handed me the rose.’

“I have taken the liberty of ordering some champagne. I hope you like it.”

‘He poured the drinks with practiced ease, and I was soon not only drinking the heady champers but also his intoxicating personality. The conversation flowed the same as the wine, as I had a fantastic evening. He was warm, pleasant, amusing, and self-deprecating. After the meal, I had to go to the loo. I was a bit drunk but not too bad considering we had shared a whole bottle of champagne.’

Once again, she stopped to drink her tea. Her hand shook slightly as she raised the cup to her lips.

‘When I came back, I saw that Roger had ordered us some brandies. I don’t much like brandy, but I wasn’t going to be rude after the nice evening we had. It went straight to my heart, so as we left the restaurant, I was a bit giddy. I had a long way home on the bus to look forward to, and when Roger suggested I stay in a local hotel around the corner instead, I agreed, as I felt that I might have trouble getting home by myself.’

She started crying again. I went over to get her another tea. When I returned, she was blowing her nose loudly into a tissue.

‘Here, drink this.’ I said.

‘Thanks.’

She sipped the hot drink and then continued.

‘Anyway, things got a bit hazy then. Before I knew it, I was sitting on a bed in the hotel room. Somehow, Roger had given me another drink of brandy and told me to drink it down. “Hair of the dog makes you feel better,” he said. I was too bewildered and out of it by then, and I just drank it down in one go.’

She wiped her eyes with a tissue.

‘I, I can’t remember anything else until I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. It took a bit of fumbling before I realized I was wearing a leather spiked dog collar and cuffs on my wrists, nothing else. Also, I, ah, was a bit tender and decidedly sticky between my legs, and I knew then what had happened. Plus, I was chained to the bed, and Roger was lying up against me, snoring his head off.’

‘Oh my God,’ said Derek in horror as we all gasped.

‘I shouted out and kneed him in the balls. That woke him up with a yelp, and he was off the bed holding his crown jewels as if they were the most precious things in the world and looking at me like I was crazy.’

“You bitch,” he yelled, “why did you do that?”

“Look at me. Look what you’ve done, you sod.”

“But you wanted me to do it. Don’t you remember? You were the one to suggest having some harmless fun. You must remember. It’s your fault that you are trussed up like that. I was only going along with the fun.”

‘I was confused. I could not for the life of me remember what had happened. I began to doubt myself. I mean, I'd never really thought about that sort of stuff, but perhaps having all that drink, I had gone over the top.’

‘I shouted at him to get the cuffs off me, and he slipped the buckles. Grabbing my clothes from the floor where they had been left the night before, I ran into the bathroom, crying my eyes out.’

‘As I turned the knob, heading for the shower, I could feel that horrible stickiness dribbling down between my legs. I knew what it was without looking and shuddered violently. I washed and scrubbed myself until I was red. I felt so dirty.’

‘After drying myself and getting dressed, I tentatively headed back into the bedroom. Roger had gone, the bastard. He just left a note saying that he had an appointment and would see me in the office on Monday.’

‘What happened then?’ said Derek.

‘I went home, went to bed, and slept for 24 hours. I was numb. Unsure of what had happened, but blaming myself for getting too drunk and letting my desires get the better of me. I thought that Roger would hate me, thinking I was cheap and open to anything. I convinced myself that I was at fault and decided that I couldn’t face him, so when I went back to work, I asked and was given a transfer to another department. Pippa was great; she sorted things out quickly without asking too many questions.’

‘That evening, just as the office was closing for the night, Roger came up to me. He was a bit strange.’

“Jane, sorry you aren’t happy to stay working with me.”

“I was just too embarrassed, Roger.”

“I can understand that. Fair enough. I don’t think badly of you. In fact, I had so much fun; I would like to do it again with you.”

‘I looked at him, and then something clicked. I realized that he must have had that kinky stuff in the hotel room all along. If that was the case, the room must have been booked and paid for before our meeting at the restaurant. I had been set up.’

“You bastard! You did that on purpose. You, you got me in a position where I couldn’t help myself. You must have spiked my drink. Date rape, was it? I am going to the police, you shit!”

‘ He slapped me quickly across the face and said, “Calm down, Jane. You won’t go to the police. It’s your word against mine, and anyway, I have some nice pictures of you enjoying our, erm, fun, shall we say. Look, I can see that you don’t want to play, so we’ll call it quits, shall we? Oh, and don’t go putting your notice in, as it may make people suspicious of why you don’t want to stay here.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No, dear. You don’t earn enough to make it worthwhile. Insurance is a much nicer word. Let’s just say that if you don’t want your family to see those pictures, you will stay quiet.”

“So, I’m not the first?”

“Let’s just say that there have been a few misunderstandings in the past.”

‘With that, he walked out, and I have been trying to avoid him ever since.’

‘You must go to the police,’ I said. ‘He mustn’t get away with it. We know a couple of coppers who would love to get their hands on a shit like Roger.’

‘No. I don’t want to go to court or anything. I feel stupid enough as it is. Just so we can stop him from doing this to anyone else, that’s all I want.’

‘I’ll tell my uncle,’ I said. ‘He won’t let him work here after he knows what’s going on.’

‘No, please. I’ve been humiliated enough. I shouldn't have let him do it to me.’

I went over and gave her a cuddle.

'Don’t blame yourself. He was the one who did this to you, and he needs to pay, big time.'

‘Cut his balls off,’ said Ronald with conviction.

‘I’m with Ronald on this,’ said Derek. ‘A blunt knife, maybe, then he deserves to be hung.’

I looked at them all, angry at what Roger had done and what he would have done to me, too, given the chance. I sympathized but could not agree to doing him physical harm. No, that would be too easy and bring us down to his sordid level.

‘It’s up to me.’

They all turned as one.

‘Pardon, said Ronald.

‘I said that it’s up to me to sort him out once and for all. I need to get him in the position of incriminating himself and then get him arrested for attempted rape.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ said Derek, ‘it’s dangerous, stupid, and would never work.’

‘Just listen to me. I need your help and the help of our two tame policemen. This is what we’ll do.’

Twenty minutes later, I walked back into the office, said hello to the other girl, and sat down at my desk.

I had some typing to do, so I got on with it.

Roger was still at his meeting, so I had time to think through what we had agreed on in the staff restaurant.

The others had argued with me until they were blue in the face, but I was determined. I had been a bit of a mouse all my life, and now it was time that the mouse roared.

The phone rang.

Hi Toni, It’s Pippa. Are you OK, hon?’

'Yes, why?’

Well, you didn’t come back to work yesterday after lunch, and I was kind of wondering if there was a problem.’

I thought quickly.

‘Um, didn’t you get my message?’

‘No,’

‘Oh, I left a message with someone about my doctor's appointment.’

‘Oh, are you OK? Is there anything I can do?’

‘No, it was my check-up, hormone things, you know. I meant to tell you about it yesterday morning. I made the appointment before I got my job, and in the excitement of starting, I forgot to tell you. I'm really sorry.’

‘Oh, that’s OK. Anyway, must dash. I’ve got a meeting about temp staff availability. Boring, you know? Anyway, cheerio for now.’

With that, she put the phone down. She was a lovely lady, but just a little scattered. I guessed she hadn't a clue about what was going on under her nose.

I continued to work for a bit and got engrossed in what I was doing. Then I smelled aftershave and looked up. Roger was there looking at me with a smile; no, call that a smirk on his face.

‘Hi, Toni, what happened yesterday?’

‘Um, I felt a bit sick and had to rush off. Didn’t the waiter give you my message?’

‘No, but you could have told me yourself.’

‘That’s it, I was sick, and I got some stuff on my top. I didn’t want you to see me like that, so I rushed off. Sorry.’

Roger smiled even more.

'Well, I’m glad you are OK now. You look lovely, by the way.’ He said, looking me up and down as if I were a piece of meat.

I blushed and said nothing, not trusting myself to speak.

‘Can you pop into my office in a minute and bring a coffee for me and one for yourself too if you like? Thanks.’

With that, the smug bugger walked into his office and closed the door behind him.

I was shaking slightly. I wondered if I was doing the right thing. It was a dangerous game I was playing, and I wasn’t too sure if I was up to it.

I had been in the girls’ loo a few minutes before and had sorted out the little mike and receiver for the bug thing that I now had on. I switched it on, so it was recording, and went to get the drinks.

I took a deep breath as I put the drinks down on a table outside Rogers' office and knocked on his door. I picked them back up with trembling hands and walked in.

‘Are you there? Put the drinks down and go shut the door, please.’

I did as he said and then walked over to his desk.

‘Sit down for a minute; I just got a few emails to read, and then I’ll be with you.’

I looked at him as he concentrated on his screen. It seemed impossible, looking at his strong, manly face, with kind eyes and a slight smile on his lips, that he could be such a slimeball. But I had seen him in action myself. Also, Jane and God know how many other women had fallen under his spell. No, he had to be stopped. I don’t know where my courage had come from, but while I had it, I thought I would use it.

He pressed the enter key with a flourish and then turned to me with a million-kilowatt smile.

‘There, all done. Now let’s get down to it.’

He looked at me from my pale pink satin blouse, lingering at my breasts for a moment, and then down to my black leather knee-length skirt, black sheer stockings, and finally to my calf-length, highly polished black boots. I could see a slight amount of dribble coming from the corner of his mouth and felt slightly sickened as his tongue darted out like a snake and cleaned his lips of the drool.

‘Now, you remember the conversation we had in the restaurant.’

‘Erm, about what?’

He looked slightly annoyed but continued smoothly.

‘I know I may have given you the impression that I was threatening you with blackmail, but it was only a joke. You know I wouldn’t do anything to harm you. I like you too much. My sense of humor is a bit dark sometimes. Let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about the future. You are a lovely girl. The fact that you have additional equipment below means that we can have twice the fun. You will like wearing leather and PVC. Look, how about you and I having a bit of dinner tonight? I know a lovely little bistro that isn’t too far from here. We will have a lovely time, let our hair down, and enjoy ourselves. We can discuss what I can do… I mean, we can do it for each other in private. It’s very, um, discreet there. It will be my treat. What do you think?’

I looked at him for a moment. He was beginning to look more and more like a reptile. This was the time to back out. I could just go. Leave the company. Find another job and forget all that had happened to me.

Then I remembered Jane and the fact that she was too frightened to do anything about her rape. Well, this girl wasn’t! (Well, I really was, but I was not going to admit that to myself just then).

‘OK, I’ll come, but only if you promise to be nice to me and not talk about blackmail.’

Roger beamed at me. I could see the lust in his eyes. I knew that I was in danger. I only hoped that my plan would work and that I would come out of this without harm. Looking at Roger made me wonder if I was biting off more than I could chew. Ooh, yuck, what an image.