Nikki was a real eye-catcher. High-breasted, small and slim, she was bursting with vivacity. Curly auburn hair framed big, sky-blue eyes and saucy Cupid's bow lips.
I'd hired her a couple of years before almost solely on the basis of her looks. I was willing to play the long game with women like her, investing my time and my money.
Then again, money had never been a problem. I had my own a successful business plus I'd inherited a bundle from dear old Dad.
So, I kept promoting her more than she deserved, tempting her to get used to spending more. Judging by the clothes she wore and the big new house she bought, that's exactly what she did.
Extended, now she really needed the money to keep on coming.
She was still only in her mid-twenties and married to a social worker called Mick, an insipid hand-wringing sort who felt all the troubles of the world were caused by wealthy men like me.
If that wasn't reason enough to bed his sexy little wife, then I don't know what was.
Mick ran a charity to support used and abused women. Soft-hearted Nikki helped him out with some events, using her sales skills to raise money.
A year back she'd fallen pregnant. I got the impression this wasn't planned but nonetheless she'd seen it through and now loved the kid to bits.
Trouble was, the baby boy was sickly and over the last three months she'd taken a lot of time off work to look after him.
Now was my opportunity.
She came to my office at the appointed time, unsuspecting and with a bright smile. As usual, she looked so sparky you expected her to burst into song at any minute.
Despite the lively, wholesome vibe, there was just a hint of the minx about her. She dressed to emphasise her trim figure, with tight jumpers to show off her perky breasts, and skirts just slightly shorter than might be considered seemly. Short enough that when she sat down and crossed her shapely legs, I caught a glimpse of her white panties.
"Look, Nikki," I said, "you're doing a great job when you're here, but you're not here often enough."
She sat forward earnestly. "I would if I could but my baby's been so unwell."
"Why can't Mick look after him?"
She shook her head. "There's always a crisis at the women's refuge. Life or death stuff sometimes. It's just..."
"...just that you think sales of security systems are less important. Well, they're important to me, they're important to all the people I employ. As it is, I seem to be subsidising your husband's charity. For example, why did you take yesterday off? Couldn't Mick have looked after your little boy?"
Uncrossing her legs she shuffled in her little handbag for a tissue. Once again, I had been afforded a peak at her panties. I swear I glimpsed the crease of her sex against the fabric.
She dabbed at a tear. "He's away at a conference this week. But, don't worry, my mother's here to babysit so I'll be in every day from now on."
"We've been here before, Nikki. When the week is up, your mother will go back home and it'll start happening again. I think I'm going to have to let you go." I tried to sound as regretful as I could.
She hesitated, and for an instant those wide, clear blue eyes narrowed as she made some sort of calculation. Again, I glimpsed the minx. "Have pity Mr. Marlow! Surely there's something we can do?"
"I don't see what, short of you coming to work every day."
"Isn't there anything else I can do?" and she gave me a lazy smile.
And that's when I smelled a great big rat. It had been way too easy to get here. Just one threat, little in the way of tears and absolutely no persuasion or arm twisting. It might still have flown if she'd ever shown the slightest attraction to me, but she hadn't.
This just wasn't like her.
I'm an avid chess player and I'm hard-wired to think several moves ahead. This served me well now for I instantly realised I was in danger of finding myself in check.
I also saw how I could avoid it.
And then how I could move on to mate.
"Do you mean what I think you mean?" I asked.
She shrugged.
I nodded. "Very well, come to my home this evening at 8pm!" Then, as though it was an afterthought, "Oh yeah, make sure you wear something slutty!"
I was watching her on the CCTV as she strode down my path on her high heels, a long, heavy coat covering her body. I was disappointed until she got to the door and took the coat off, revealing a tiny tartan skirt which showed off her lean, tanned legs and a white shirt with the top buttons undone. Her bra was pushing her breasts up so I could see the bare tops of two perfect hemispheres.
She rang. Though I was very angry with her, I fixed a smile on my face and opened the door. Without exchanging greetings, we went through to the lounge. She placed her little handbag on the coffee table, her coat on the sofa and then took a seat there, her legs primly together.
I noticed the handbag was slightly open.
I offered her something to eat or a drink but she refused. Her big blue eyes regarded me with uncharacteristic intensity.
She was all business. "If I'm going to go through with this, I need to get it all perfectly straight," she said.
"Sounds reasonable."
"If I let you fuck me, I get to keep my job."
"I absolutely guarantee it," I said,
"And if I don't, I'm fired?"
"Regrettably."
She was so wound up she was forgetting to give me the usual accidental glimpse of her panties.
"It doesn't matter to you that I'm married, you don't care that I have a little baby. You just want to fuck me and you won't hesitate to use blackmail or coercion to get your way."
I nodded, "You've got it."
She blinked in surprise at my candour but then smiled, thinking she'd won. "And you've done this before, lots of times. That's why you hire mainly young women and girls so you can take your pick. Trouble is, we girls talk and we compare notes."
That was unwelcome news but I kept my face impassive.
She pointed a long fingernail at me. "You're a user, a predator, just like the men we sometimes have to deal with at the women's refuge. Brutes, used to getting just what they want when they want it."
I shrugged. "That's perhaps a little harsh, Nikki, but not far off the mark."
That I wasn't denying anything meant I wasn't keeping to the script she thought I should be following. Doubt briefly wrinkled her forehead, but she continued. "Well, now the tables are turned, now I have you where I want you." Triumphantly, she reached across to her bag and unclipped something that had been attached to the open hinge.
She lifted it out and showed it to me in the palm of her hand.
We sell security and surveillance systems and I immediately recognised one of our own. A tiny camera with in-built mike, no doubt Bluetoothed to her phone which would pump the video and audio to a server God-knows-where. "I have your admission taped, sight and sound," she said. "Now you're going to do what I want."
"Such as?"
The minx had come to the surface and those wonderful little Cupid's Bow lips were giving me a taunting smile. "Perhaps you give a shitload of cash to the refuge. Wouldn't that be fitting? Supporting women ruined by men like you. Or maybe I call the police. You could get years for this. And as for all your precious security contacts, they'll disappear like morning mist."
I nodded. "And, let me guess, there might be some money in it for you as well."
If only she hadn't smirked at me then, I might have gone much easier on her.
Smiling back at her, I reached a finger over to a box of tissues on the coffee table. It was hollow so, when I lifted it, she could see the Bluetooth jammer underneath. Our latest, it worked wonders, a digital bloodhound following and blanking out the Bluetooth whatever frequencies it shifted to.
Nikki was always sharp and, credit where credit is due, she immediately realised the danger she was in. Without my confession, anything that happened here tonight would be her word against mine. That she'd turned up alone at my house at night dressed like a whore would not help her case.
She sprang to her feet but I grabbed her arm, spun her round and threw her face-down on the sofa. She yelped in pain, though at the time I didn't understand why. She tried to struggle up but I straddled her legs, putting my hand on the small of her back and restraining her.
She was kicking and struggling but she was small and I'm a muscular six-footer so it got her nowhere fast. With my free hand I reached under a cushion to get the handcuffs I'd hidden there. Pulling her hands up behind her back, I slipped them on.
They were my own design but I'd used them only a few times. A couple of my more willing bed-fellows had shown a predilection for domination.
I'd never used them before in anger, but I was plenty angry now.
They were padded to avoid chaffing but with a long lead between the cuffs. That meant Nikki's hands and arms would be trapped by her side but she wouldn't have the discomfort of lying on them when she was on her back. She'd be helpless but not in pain and I could take my time doing what I liked to her.
But first I checked her handbag and coat to make sure there were no other unpleasant surprises. Nothing.
Now that I had her where I wanted her, the first thing I did was lift her short skirt. She had a nice little bottom and I started to fondle her gym-firm buttocks through the cotton of her panties.
"Don't you dare touch me!" she shouted.
From this viewpoint I could definitely see where her white panties were stretched tight across the groove of her sex.
I ran my finger along the length of this slit until I felt the nubbin of her clit.
"I'll scream!"
"Go ahead, this place is well soundproofed and fifty metres from the nearest neighbour. Nobody'll hear you."
I turned her over. Her big blue eyes were full of panic. Her shirt was taut over her breasts.
