Master Deville
021523.01b
Trust, lies and submission to Master
All characters are over 18. This is non-consensual fiction.
A Stroker Ace production.
'Every day young girls come to the city to find their fame and fortune, their love and romance. A lucky few might find one or even two of these. In the mornings you can see them walking to get coffee. Look closely and some mornings you can see their walk-of-shame.'
1. Master Deville
"The agency said it was this or apply at a plumbing supply store."
Silvia was explaining as they entered the office. The room was large with three rows of cubicles. Men and women talked, some sitting and others peering over the cubicle walls.
"Well I am glad you chose us, here at Giles Media," Emily answered without much conviction. "As you know, I am with human resources and you are interviewing for the Assistant to Director position. Margeaux Deville is the Director. Margeaux is an amazing woman, a legend in the industry. Working for her sets you up with her contacts in all of entertainment. A million girls would kill for this starting position. Margeaux insists on hiring young fresh talent that she can trust."
"Sounds great."
Just then a young woman with a phone in her hand stood up and called out, "She's in the elevator!"
At the water cooler a man picked up the cry, "Workstations! Man your workstations," and he rushed to his cubicle.
Women take their seats and quickly slip off their flats to put on high heel pumps. Men straighten their ties and the casual banter is replaced by the clack of keyboards and the low murmur of business calls.
With a whirr the elevator opens and Margeaux Deville appears. She pauses in the doorway for a heartbeat and her icy blue eyes scan the room to see if everything is perfect. Satisfied; she click-clacks in 4-inch, $2,000 designer crocodile pumps towards her office. Each step rings throughout the office with her authority.
She throws her Gucci leather jacket on her assistant's empty desk as she passes. The assistant scurries to take the jacket and carefully hangs it up.
Margeaux is stunning. She is a mature woman of indeterminate age with silver-gray hair, perfectly styled. She was blessed with a world class figure. In her youth, she had been a top supermodel with a presence on magazine covers, runways, and product ads around the world.
Wearing gleaming diamond earrings, she is conservatively but elegantly dressed.
Emily bows her head in a respectful greeting. "Ms. Deville, this young lady is interviewing for your personal assistant position. I forwarded you her resume..."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Silvia Berk. I recently graduated from..." Silvia hands Margeaux her resume, which she immediately dropped on the empty desk.
Margeaux looked her over from shoulder length hair down to her inexpensive but sensible shoes, every inch of her scanned. Her phone rang and Margeaux answered, listened for a moment and said "Finance meeting at 3 today," her icy blue eyes never leaving Silvia.
To Silvia she asked, "Why are you here?"
Because I think I could do a good job as your assistant. In college, I ..."
"Why are you really here?"
Silvia was surprised by the question. She froze and then blurted out, "Because I need the work and they said it was this or plumbing supply."
"And you have never heard of me or Giles Media, have you?"
"No."
"Have you had any experience being a personal assistant?"
"No."
"Do you own any attractive feminine wear?"
"That depends on..."
"Never mind." Margeaux held up her hand in the 'STOP' position. "That is all. Don't call us, we'll call you."
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2. First Day
"So Silvia, how's your first day here?"
"It's going well so far. I've only been here for an hour." Silvia was speaking with Brooke in the office kitchenette as the coffee brewed. Brooke was Margeaux Deville's secretary and as such, was the unofficial head of the office. She was so very cute and got appreciative looks from everyone as she passed. She was also totally professional and loyal to the company and Margeaux.
"Margeaux takes her coffee, black with two blueberry muffins, promptly at 10," Brooke explained. "For lunch it's always the same, she has a ribeye steak, very rare."
"I can't believe she eats like that. She's so thin. I mean she is a beautiful woman."
"She has a high metabolism."
"True! She makes me feel so insignificant. She could crush me with those heels," Silvia said, while staring idly at the steaming hot coffee.
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"Ma'am, your coffee."
"Put it on my credenza. On the coaster." Margeaux put aside the legal papers she was reading giving the young girl her full attention. "Have you settled in?"
"Yes, ma'am. Brooke gave me a desk in your outer office. It is lovely. But what exactly are my duties?"
"You are my personal assistant. Brooke handles the phones, appointments and all my business matters. You handle matters of a more personal nature."
"Just sit at your desk, play with your iPad, look pretty and be available when I call for you. From time to time I may assign you little tasks. You will treat them as your number one priority. You will not question or smirk at any task I give you. A superior attitude is not acceptable at this company, in this industry and certainly not in my presence."
Silvia was frozen where she stood, coffee still in hand. "I understand, ma'am," she murmured.
"As my personal assistant, I prefer that you call me 'Master.' It has a male connotation that suits me. Try it out."
