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Impressive Miss Jones

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

Born pretty and improving like a ripening peach, Satin Jones wandered along Main Street in despair. She had $1791.67 to her name and $1327.00, her one-third share of the month's rent of, was due next Tuesday. Should Satin fail to stump up with her share of the rent, her two roommates would surely ask her to pay what she could and then leave so they could replace her.

Three years ago Satin, daughter of a dressmaker mother and shoe store manager father, had left home when her parents decided to split. She'd nowhere else to go apart from asking either of two aunts to take her in. However their kids had left home and she thoughtfully assumed they'd not welcome having her taking up residency and in need of financial support to upset their new routines.

She really would have to find a replacement job and find it quickly. The company she'd worked as a kitchen appliance sale assistant had folded, leaving her adrift in a tight job market. Although possessing some skill, she believed she lacked the experience and dress sense and hip sway to be a successful hooker. But she was facing financial crisis.

Satin noticed a film crew ahead of her interviewing people on a snap poll.

The 22-year old blonde former college beauty queen stood and watched people being questioned about the chances of a contender attempting to unseat Mayor Walt Pearson at the upcoming election. 

Some of the comments were predictable such as, 'They both have a chance' or 'My thinking is one of them will win'.

It was pathetic.

Suddenly she was bathed in camera light and a microphone hovered on a boon above her head.

"Young lady, what's your name?"

"Satin Jones."

"No I mean your real name."

"Shove off you jerk. I was named Satin Jones within an hour of my birth."

In Orion Film's studio a mile away the woman watching the monitor called, "Rebecca quickly, take a look at this."

Rebecca came running and shrieked, "Omigod" and grabbed her phone.

The sidewalk interviewer apologized, and said, "Who do you think will win our mayoral contest?"

"My hope is Jed Wilks will unseat Sam Pearson who who's done next to nothing for this city in his third term in office. He's run out of ideas and is just cruising. We need new blood."

The interviewer grinned as said, "Thank you Satin. You have delivered a strong opinion."

The camera focused on someone else and a woman wearing a headset appeared beside Satin and said, "Please take this call miss. It really is for you."

Wondering what this was about, Satin took the phone and said, "What do you want?"

"Satin my name is Rebecca Florence and I'm a casting agent from Chicago. I'm in your city on a scouting visit. A car clearly marked Orion Films is on the way to collect you. It should be there within ten minutes. Ask Fiona, the woman who handed you her phone, to confirm who I am. Note Fiona is wearing a vest with Orion Films named on it and she is wearing an ID that states she is Fiona Smith of Orion Films. My hope is I can offer you work."

 Work?

Satin handed the phone back to the redhead woman and checked her ID card on a neckband to confirm she was Fiona Smith.

"Who's Rebecca Florence?"

"She's freelance casting agent from Chicago who's looking for a fresh face for a leading advertising agency."

"Does my face look fresh?"

"You look pretty good to me but those people look beyond 10-second appeal... you know hair, eyes, chin, length of neck, smile and the hidden elements of the mix."

"The mix? Like what?"

"Allure I suppose."

"Do I possess allure Fiona?"

"I have no idea but if you would like fame and fortune, even for a brief period, Rebecca Florence might be your meal ticket."

"So what do I do?"

"Walk away or go to her and gamble you have what it takes. It's your call. Mrs Florence is not your keeper."

Satin decided in an instant she needed a meal ticket and waited for the vehicle to arrive.


Mrs Florence watched Satin approach and heard her mutter, "Omigod, the body as well."

Satin had no idea what 'as well' referred to. 

They talked.

"So I test and if  accepted I walk into a shower nude, pick up a bottle of hair conditioner, apply it to my hair keeping my face clear of my arms and look down just to the left of the camera and say, 'I feel beautiful'.  A voice-over will add product description and for that brief work I'll get two grand?"

"That's about it although there will be several takes to get everything right. You'll have no agent's fees because you don't have an agent but you'll have to join Actor's Equity otherwise the film crew and support crew may refuse to work with you."

"Oh if I'm to go to Chicago I'll need a loan. I'm flat broke."

"I'll drive you there in the morning. Here's a couple of hundred to buy a half-decent dress and shoes. Give me the address where I can collect you at 10:00."

"Um don't you want me to sign a contract?"

"Not today. You can't look like you do and be untrustworthy."

Satin took a cab home and in a daze told Jess and Zoë she was off to Chicago to make her fortune. They listened to her in awe and Jess warned Satin she might have been recruited as a drugs courier.

That thought had occurred to Satin but Mrs Florence looked like what Satin pictured a casting agent would look like and so she trusted her. She laughed and said was sure Mrs Florence was genuine and apologized for leaving without much notice and settled her share of rent.

Mrs Florence arrived in a red current model Mercedes coupe and invited Satin to drive. She said Satin should call her Rebecca and chatted away, complimenting Satin's driving ability and mention she was forty-four and had retired from stage acting six years ago.

"I was a better actress than I am a casting agent but I was aging. I left acting when finding I was no longer winning the sexy women roles that had become my specialty. The only work on offer became motherly roles. My god."

Clint Owen at the advertising agency decided Satin looked perfect for the role. The contract was signed with Satin receiving an advance, Rebecca received her fee and Satin never saw her again.

Satin banked her check and Clint invited her to stay with him, saying his wife was on a modeling job in Dallas for a month.

"Thank you, you are so kind," Satin said innocently.

Clint took her home and said there were only two rules: Satin must not answer the phone because the caller could be his wife or one of her friends and Satin must not touch his wife's things.

"But there's something else you may touch," Clint grinned.

He almost crashed the car when Satin looked at him with her trusting baby blue eyes and asked, "What's up Clint?"

He pulled her hand on to her lap and only jumped missed ramming the cab ahead of the car when Satin cooed, "Omigod you are s-o-o-o big Clint."

Even before the garage door shut, Cliff was over the center console of the car to get at Satin and she was squealing joyfully in such wild excitement that had Cliff almost ejaculating before he'd unzipped.

He was big but no problem for Satin. One of her uncles had been bigger.

In it slipped.

She squeezed.

Clint lasted four strokes and was still trying to free her tits when head jerked back, his mouth fell open and he groaned in dismay as he erupted.

"God you come quickly," she soothed. "Are you able to continue?"

Clint was about to shamefacedly admit he needed a rest but a miracle occurred. Satin moved athletically and rolled him and had his dripping cock tip in her mouth and was tongue flicking it and her free hand was rolling his balls. Within thirty seconds Clint felt an electrical surge through his body and knew he was re-armed, ready to go again. He rolled Satin back into position and invited her not to squeeze until he gave the signal.

There were fluids everywhere and he slid back in thinking holy shit, Satin really was a great fuck.

Pink-faced and panting slightly as she attempted to bang back under the weight of his body, Satin said, "Our elderly pastor taught me that trick and I became the only woman who could get him off."

Bang.

Clint erupted again only two minutes after resumption.

"Let's go inside. I need a steak and a break."

"Aw, aren't we going to fuck?"

Clint wondered had he at last taken on more than he could handle.

"Clint perhaps I can teach you some techniques to overcome your tendency to slump into premature ejaculations."

Huh?

"Yikes look at all this mess," he yelped.

Her advice was to remove his shirt and use it to mop them both.

"You come hugely Clint."

Clint couldn't believe it. He felt himself becoming hard again.

He grinned, thinking about a couple of beers and a steak, Satin would really be in the firing line.


Driving to the office next morning, Clint looked more than jaded. The young bitch had pulled him from sleep during the night looking for more dick. He really needed to rejoin the gym and return to an energy-promoting diet. His wife might benefit as well.

Sarah Dulles, director of the all-female film crew, had decided not to ask the young woman to remove her panties in the shower. It was difficult to shoot and keep pussy hair out of view anyway.

She'd allowed an hour for rehearsal and fifteen minutes later, after she demonstrated how she wanted Satin to stand and to smile softly, keeping her facial expression relaxed and left hand rising erotically over her body to cup the left breast to conceal it as she turned from the hips to face the camera a little more directly to project movement.

Satin went into the shower box fully clothed and did what Sarah had demonstrated perfectly.

Sarah blinked and said, "Come out and do it again."

Again it was perfect. Shaking her head and not praising Satin to avoid inflating the young girl's ego that could attempt her to over-act, Sarah said, "That will do for the moment. Let's go for coffee."

Later the full female crew gathered in Studio 2 to prepare for filming and the external monitors were turned off.

"Right Satin, time to undress," Sarah called and was handed the authority Satin had signed to check that it was completely satisfactorily.

Sarah heard crew around her draw in breath and the camera woman murmur Omigod. She looked up and saw the most perfect female body she'd ever seen in the flesh.

"Omigod," she breathed.

The young body was like an ancient Greek statue and not a hair in sight below the neck. 

Sarah felt aroused and looking around could see she was not alone in that. Wow were her females all secret lesbians?

Her professionalism took over.

"Right," she said in a voice that indicated just who was in command. "Take the container of hair conditioner into the shower box Satin. The water is set to mildly warm."

Satin entered the box and placed her feet on the two drawn images of feet.

"Position is great," called Alix the camerawoman.

Filming began.

Sarah tensed as Satin drew her hand sensuously over her hip and belly to cup the breasts just coming into view.

She glanced around and saw two of the crew touching themselves. Well who could blame them? She returned to look at her monitor.

Sarah called cut and told Satin she was just a fraction too early as no sign of breast mound had come into view.

"We need to time your hand movement precisely. The client doesn't want the nipple to come into view in fear that might offend some potential female buyers of the product. I'll call instructions as we get close to the cover up point and then to slide into cover up. We can delete that instruction later. The sound of water will be picked up on another mike on another channel."

After the fifth take the timing was perfect and Satin delivered her line perfectly. Sarah was about to call cut when Satin jerked her head back and the hair sent her hair arcing back and water droplets flew off.

Wow. 

Sarah allowed filming to continue because she sensed something was about to happen.

She signaled quiet everyone and keep the camera rolling.

Everyone watching felt the tension.

Satin said in a dreamy voice dripping with rising desire, "This container is so beautiful to hold, the texture so lovely to feel. The design makes me think of a flattened out penis.

The crew watched breathlessly as Satin's hand holding the container dropped until it was just below her groin.

Satin spread her legs and with her free hand opened the outer lips of her pussy and help them open, resting her curled palm over her clit.

The watchers began breathing heavily.

The sound technician had her hand under her denim skirt and Sarah was breathing through her mouth and squeezing her very hard nipple.

Slowly the container entered Satin's pussy and she threw her head back smiling erotically.

 Satin began fucking the container and the woman around her fought to control themselves.

Finally Satin rose to her toes and sighed deeply, her face flushed, and she relaxed, bending at the knees slightly. Smiling saintly, she withdrew the insertion that emerged with an obscene-sounding plop.

The watchers glanced at one another and when Satin apologized for being carried away she looked astonished when the team applauded.

Sarah asked Alix for the disc from the camera and the one recorded from the monitor and the camerawoman handed them over reluctantly.

"I suspect you won't allow us to take a copy for home use?"

Sarah smiled and said no the risk would be too great. It was be breach of contract and anyway Satin was such hot property anything she said or did would have to be tightly managed because she now that her talents had been exposed it was obvious she was worth a small fortune.

At Sarah's request, the agency's attorney and external legal consultant, examined the contracts between the agency and Rebecca Florence and the existing contract between the agency and Satin and both attorneys were satisfied the terms of contract with Rebecca Florence had been met and that Mrs Florence had no legitimate claims on the future engagement or earnings of Satin Jones and agreed to draft a new contract for the agency to offer Miss Jones. She would be offered a monthly retainer and share of earnings of fees from her work with the agency and in outside work carried out under sub-contract involving personal appearances, filming or any other type of modeling or media interviews.

The contract was signed after Satin, realizing by the amount of monthly retainer she was regarded a hot property, insisted on the advertising agency providing her with a manager who'd also act as her personal assistant and minder.

The agency's CEO, who'd seen the obscene film clip of Satin, couldn't stop looking at her and accepted she really did need a minder to protect Satin from lechers. Er like himself. 

The manufacturer of the hair products, who wasn't shown the film clip about what Satin did next with the container, was wildly ecstatic about the completed promo and signed up for a series of product promos featuring Satin. He believed she was simply stunning and would draw the attention of males and females alike and didn't object to the steep rise in fees for use of Satin. His expectations were well founded because sales of his company's hair conditioner went through the roof.

He ordered poster-size prints of Satin taken from the initial shoot to use for in-store promotions.

The agency showed a copy of the full film clip to the executive editor of a big-selling magazine that featured articles of some of the sexiest women in America.

The poor guy Lenny Armstrong sat in the viewing room unable to avoid straightening his bent-over dick in his tight jeans.

"By god Jenny," he said to the agency's CEO, "This is one of the most erotic clips I've seen in my entire life and I've seen thousands of clips."

"Give you dick some air Lenny," she simpered. "Would you like me to hold it for you?"

Lenny of course said no because other people were in the room. But Jenny accepted his invitation to dinner at his home that night and he requested she bring the film clip with her.

After dinner Lenny ran in film clip in continuous replay and he, his young wife Cindy and Jenny mated on the carpet like animals.

Almost awash with money, seemingly for a woman who previously had been running most of her life near empty, Satin moved into a beautifully appointed small rental apartment and well, thought she was a princess. This was a new level of life for her. Her PA was a woman of 48-eight, happily married with two teenagers and while not sexually out-reaching, approved of Satin and her sexuality and Satin welcomed Gloria as a motherly influence in her life.

It appeared to be a good mix.

The magazine interview took three hours and the photo shoot took the best part of a day and Satin's briefing was she must be 'sympathetic to Mr Armstrong'.

Frowning when reading that note attached to her contact, Satin said to Gloria, "What does this bit about being 'sympathetic' mean?"

Gloria smiled. "I suggest you take condoms with you darling."

What?

Understanding seeped through her and Satin scowled, "God those bastards want me to pull down my panties for Mr Armstrong."

"Darling I think Mr Armstrong will have them off you before you before you know it. He has a huge reputation."

At that, Satin realized the value of having Gloria at her side.

The interviewer drew out from Satin things she'd almost forgotten and as the probing dug deeper she attempted to avoid sounding evasive or pretentious. She assumed the slowing absorption of professional judgment was beginning to show she was thinking and acting with greater maturity but then she made a decision that identified her as being an idiot: She accepted an invitation to have dinner with Mr Armstrong that evening.

He was predatory, there was no doubt about that and when he sought sex Satin said yes, providing it was in her apartment. She had no wish to risk being filmed by hidden cameras sucking off the chief or whatever he wanted and having that used to embarrass her as some later date. She had no idea how sleazy were Mr Armstrong and his outfit.

Within a few minutes of settling on the couch, Satin found Lenny, as she was now invited to call him, was rather small but she sucked and jerked him off hard enough to get him panting, and he seemed pleased about that.

But it was all about him. He practically ignored her and her needs. So she stuffed him into her and kept her movements tight to help keep him in and when he finally shot half a teaspoonful of semen on to her tummy she kissed him and said he was off to have a bath and would he please let himself out. 

He was gone when she returned. She hoped if she ever acquired a reputation, it would be more substantive than Larry Armstrong's when it came to be judged.


The agency transferred Satin to its headquarters in New York, presumably to get her away from Lenny and associated scandal that could besmirch her reputation, and the demand for her services grew.


In time because of advertising exposure in cinemas, billboards, newspapers and magazines and in TV advertising and featuring in TV chat shows, Satin became a widely recognized identity and magazines began reporting her in best-dressed surveys and who she was dating and she even made it to gossip columns although most of that was someone's fantasies.

Her unusual name of Satin as well as her looks branded her.

When she would shop woman would say hi and chat if Satin stopped to speak and guys would greet her as if they really knew her.

Then for the first time Satin was nominated as the nation's female advertising rookie of the year in the industry's awards. Although she'd emerged virtually out of nowhere to be hailed as a stunner from Chicago, the media pounced. Her image and details appeared in many publications but a character- suppressed model from Miami took that award, leaving all other nominees in her wake and Satin didn't even make it as one of the ten finalists. That made Satin accept she didn't really fit the current concept of how a model should look and project.


Impressive Miss Jones



Her initial wave of success had died anyway and when she was called in to a meeting and invited to accept a 25% reduction in her retainer and a review again in six months, she was mortified and decided she should move on before the real slide in her career commenced.

At home she began composing a list of her assets:

Face, body, personality, presence all were given ticks. 

Education halted that encouraging progress. She possessed bachelor degree in fine arts (interior design) but who would be impressed by that? Satin placed a question mark against that entry.

Modeling experience gained a tick, formal modeling training gained a cross.

Satin sighed and deleted that page on her laptop.

She sighed again and smiled thinking she'd acquired dress sense style and was expert on make-up and apart from limited experience, she was now fairly well fitted to become a hooker.

There must be something better and her resignation was accepted without appeals to stay or the promise of a future lift in her earnings. She left New York and returned to Chicago.



CHAPTER 2

Finally the job-seeking Satin, now twenty-six, found success. She was hired by a major development company to show luxury apartments to prospective buyers. The salary was attractive but so were many of the women in the room waiting to be interviewed. Satin realized she faced hot competition. She was amazed later when the director of sales and marketing told Satin she'd won the position because of her degree with a major in interior design.

Holy fuck, she'd thought. Education does mean something.

The company operated only in Chicago and had apartments ready for occupancy, under construction or repossessed after breaches of contract and she was invited to choose her area to work in. Her apartment and entire experience in the city spanning two years  when working in advertising had been the central business district and she choose that, ignoring the advice that 'showing' in outer districts was less demanding.

Satin was now used to working within walking distance of her apartment and she decided to continue living like that. 

The director of sales and marketing, Lucy Holmes, was a dynamic person of forty-five and Satin appeared to appeal to her. Satin hoped that wasn't sexual appeal.

"Darling I have been with the company nine years and in that time you're the first sales recruit we've engaged, including licensed sales people, who appears to have everything desirable to engage in showing apartments. You have the looks, charm and poise, a wonderful smile, amazing teeth and are academically qualified oh, and have knowledge about design and decor. You have no idea what a great acquisition for the company I believe you are. If you succeed I receive spin-off benefit."

That told Satin something. It wasn't sex that was motivating Lucy, she was out to feather her own nest.

"It's so lovely having you as my ultimate boss Lucy. I guess I am free to come to you for advice if my supervisor appears inadequate in that department."

"Oh yes surely darling. And if you ever need a date just give me a call. I have a brother who has just gone through a grueling divorce."

Huh? So Satin had been targeted as a possible date for poor hurt brother. My god, couldn't women be so ruthless, Satin thought, but accepted what Lucy had said about Satin having all the good assets required to deal with people seeking to acquire top apartments.

Satin returned from a three-week training school. Her class consisted of four other females and one male so the studies were intimate and very friendly. She had sex with the guy only once and she assumed so had at least two of the other females judging by body language. They were one-off engagements because the guy was married, happily married or so he claimed. Then why... oh well wasn't the grass always greener on the other side of the fence, she giggled.

The main instructor came on to her but Satin fended her off as she habitually did with predatory females... well ever since college. She continued to believe she'd learnt more about great sexual technique from females than she had from males. Females tended to get into it for total immersion rather than focusing on getting off.

The training had been conducting in mornings. Afternoons were spent in learning from the company's architects and engineers (mostly their juniors) about site selection, design and construction and then they accompanied professional teams on final inspection of apartments and after that were each assigned to an experienced person at showing apartments and worked beside them for two weeks where they polished their knowledge about not acting in any manner like a selling agent.

When that period ended she had a week's break and then decided, with Lucy's encouragement, to begin studies for her real estate broker's license because that would increase her flexibility within the industry and also allow her to work on commission and if successful she could really boost her earnings.

When Satin gained her license, Lucy offered her a 3-year contract to bind her to the company.

The pitch was Lucy would place Satin in the elite sales team who were given the cream of clients on the presumption the people in that team were the most likely to clinch big sales.

Satin thought after a couple of years making big money she might be ready to buy a partnership in a real estate business and so negotiated for a 2-year contract with inclusion of a scaled bonus-related performance.

"Christ you are a fine negotiator darling, Lucy said. "I had entered this thinking I'd agree to a 3-year term but you rolled me."

"Oh come on Lucy, I knew you wanted me on your team because of my potential and if you didn't agree to my demand for a 2-year term you'd know I'd not sign."

"Darling if that isn't barrel-rolling negotiation what do you call it?"

"Oh yeah? Let's go out for a drink."

Satin realized that afternoon in a bar she and Lucy had grown a relationship that had become rather like mother and daughter. Lucy had even disclosed that she was the mistress of Howard Hosking, chairman of Pinnacle Group Holdings, the parent of the development company that employed them.

The confidence gained from more advanced training, including comprehensive knowledge of many aspects of real estate law and taxation considerations, sent Satin's budding career in real estate on a real roll. 

Some months after gaining her broker's license, she purchased an 18-month old red Mercedes 350 coupe and soon after took ten days off work to go for a long drive. She went to reunite with her mother who had remarried.

Satin arrived and her mom and new family rushed out to greet her.

Janice cried and hugged her hugely and then introduced Satin to the others.

"This is Mal, who is chief design engineer with the city council and he's such a lovely man."

"Hi Satin, I guess you are my step-daughter."

"Well yes, I suppose I am. That's so lovely."

They kissed and Mal said, "You mother has photos of you but I must say Satin, those photos don't do you justice. You are ravishing beautiful."

"Thank you Mal."

He looked pleased she called him Mal and said, "These are my daughters Silver who's nineteen and is doing an engineering degree and Iona, who finishes high school this year and will go on to study for a music degree. She's a violinist."

"Hi girls."

"Hi Satin," they said, looking at Satin admiringly.

"A cool car," Silver said.

Satin opened the driver's door and said, "Take it for a short drive Silver. Go with her Iona."

Their father said nervously, "Satin... car insurance considerations..."

"It's okay Mal. Silver just drive carefully and within the law. It's a 7-speed auto and six-cylinders, not a V8. Everything is pretty straightforward."

"Dad has a new Chrysler 300 and I drive that."

"Great enjoy."

As the girls got in the car and Silver sat checking out the controls, Satin said, "Come inside guys. We standing here watching could make Silver nervous."

The interior of the three rooms that Satin saw had been recently redecorated.

"Well what can I pour you Satin?"

"A wine later thanks Mal. Mom I've been driving seven hours with a couple of breaks. May I have coffee and a sandwich?"

"Yes dear."

"I like the look of this house guys."

"My first wife died two years ago," Mal said. "When your mother and I decided to get married eight months ago we agreed it would be best to sell both houses and start with a new slate."

"That was a great idea. It's about 15-years old isn't it, redecorated by the look around her prior to sale and that extension to the kitchen looks fairly recent?"

"Yes it's sixteen years old and that extension is eighteen months old. Are you in real estate?"

"Yes, I sell apartments in central Chicago."

"But I thought you were a model in New York," Janice said. "I read a number of articles about you."

"Well the demand to engage me at my high fees was tailing off and I took off before my agency began to offer me at a discount. I'd had enough of it anyway. The work is rather unreal."

Mal said, "But real estate is bricks and mortar so to speak."

"Yes and it sounds corny but it's something like selling people their dreams because ours are mainly new apartments. Um Mal while the girls are away I'd like to say mom and I haven't been in touch since I walked out when dad and mom had a fearsome row over dad's adultery. I didn't want them to split but mom told me she wanted a divorce and that I could live with her. I was so upset that I split and have remained out of contact until now because it's only recently I have felt settled again."

Janice began crying and Mal hugged her and said, "Girls the best thing to do is to bury the past."

"Agreed," Satin cried and her mom rushed to her to be hugged.

The visit left Satin feeling greatly satisfied. She was pleased her mom was so well settled and appeared very happy. She also felt she was 'family' again and liked her stepfather and step-sisters. When her mom had said on the phone she'd remarried Satin hadn't known what to expect but thought her mom had entered re-marriage slowly rather than on the rebound and so she'd been somewhat optimistic.

Her step-sister Iona was studious and very nice. Silver was very vivacious and had introduced Satin to her girlfriends who all appeared to regard Satin as still being a top model, ignoring being told she worked in real estate. Satin was astonished just how interested the girls were in make-up and fashion. That made her realize she'd become out of touch with young people. 

When leaving on Sunday afternoon, she invited the family to visit her in Chicago. 

*  *  *

Journalists began calling Satin to interview her as a business personality and she was photographed at functions, usually in the company of a handsome, well-dressed guy but rarely the same guy. Lucy approved of this exposure, saying it was good for the company, and without being asked by Lucy Satin made it a condition of publication of any interview that the full name of her employing company be used.


As to be expected, some of the sales team were jealous of Satin but she was difficult to put down because mentally she was so strong. Usually it was the females who confronted her but if they alleged she was Lucy's pet or pushing herself at the expense of others in the team, Satin would just smile and invite them to complain to management or do more to get themselves into the limelight.

Then one woman lost it completely and slapped Satin just as Lucy approached. Lucy interviewed them separately and as a result Jill was suspended for a cooling down period but two days later resigned. That ended the confrontations that Satin had regarded as being a minor nuisance anyway. 

As her workload increased she gained Lucy's permission to invite on of the team to join her as a sales associate to take care of the overflow and only one salesperson applied. Satin and Lucinda marketed themselves and became highly effective and resorted to offering excess work to the team's admim manager to distribute to avoid claims of favoritism.

Of course others in the team were also successful but Satin and Lucinda was out on their own within the company.


Lucinda Wallis was four years older than Satin and they quickly became firm friends and shifted into a new apartment together. Raised in Chicago, Lucinda had a boyfriend, Lance Shields whom she'd met as a college freshman and she urged Satin to find a steady boyfriend so she always had someone 'on tap' and they could go out as a foursome.

"Guys don't want me as a girlfriend. They are just out to screw me so they can boast they've had sex with Satin Jones."

Lucinda almost slurped her Martini.

"God you can be so upfront," giggled the slightly reserved woman. "You could be just right for my youngest step-brother Max Gaynor."

"What the architect?"

"Yes and I'm surprised you know him?"

"He's lean and very athletic with tight blond curls?"

"Yes," Lucinda said curiously. "But he's never in the limelight."

"He was one of the architects who spoke to our small group when we did our advance induction course."

"Ah yes. I started two years ahead of you and he urged me to switch to our firm.  He'd been the on-site supervising architect on one of our parent company's projects." 

"So what's the problem, don't girls like him?"

"I have no idea expect he's very fussy about who he dates."

"Well that's me out of his scope."

Lucinda looked at Satin and said, "No you are probably right for him."

"What when he's that fussy? Come on Lucinda, this is Chicago where hordes of women are on the prowl. Men can afford to be fussy."

Lucinda said, "You have no idea do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your potential to be enormously attractive to some men and by that I just don't mean your body and looks."

Satin laughed a little uncertainly. "I think this Martini is a little too strong for you darling."

But that didn't stop them having another before they went out to dinner.

Lucinda, Lance and Satin had arranged to a movie and dinner on Sunday evening. Lance arrived. At the cinema a guy came up to them and Satin giggled and said, "Hi Max. Naughty Lucinda who's over collecting the tickets made no mention of this to me. Please don't go ahead with this if it embarrasses you."

"No you are okay. I'm surprised you recognized me."

 Satin looked shocked and said, "I'm only okay?"

Lance was rocking on his heels in laughter and Max hasted to say that okay meant very okay and it was a privilege to be with Satin socially.

She continued to glare at him.

"Please accept my apology."

Her smile bloomed and she said, "Yes of course Max. Here comes Lucinda. Please take my arm to avoid going through another round of awkward introductions."

"God you are in command," he grinned and couldn't stop looking at her.

The movie was marginally okay for the men and the women loved it. Well it was a romance with sex and soppiness and sugar-coated background music galore. But the restaurant impressed the men with a bar stocked with 40 different beers according to the claim of the illuminated sign. There was also plenty of room between tables and the prices reflected that concession but it meant they didn't have the usual feeling of dinning in a crowded bazaar.

Midway through the meal Max teased, "It doesn't take much selling apartments does it, I mean the architects have done all the design and won approval of the client?"

"God Max, you are so naïve," Lucinda enthused. "Most apartment seekers have so many options rattling around in their minds they are adrift, not really knowing what they want. The fact is a good selling broker can sell any apartments warts and all."

"Well not some of the way-out currently designed apartments I bet," Max said.

"Well if you require that comment to be attacked, listen to our most successful and knowledgeable broker sitting opposite you," Lucinda smirked.

"No Lucinda, you are defending the fort very well. Stay in batting for property brokers."

"Knowledgeable? Well that's a subjective argument," Max smiled. "Let it rip Satin."

"Satin's degree is in interior design and she's almost completed her MBA because she doesn't expect to spend the rest of her working life selling property."

"Well I don't doubt you have the academic qualification Satin but let's put your knowledge to test. What have you to say about the interior of these premises?"

"This is childish," she protested.

"Come on Satin," Lance said. "You have been challenged. I'd like to hear your response because I think you are the sort of person to surprise Max."

"Well very well. The layout is excellent, based on a model used in spacious and quality restaurants world-wide. A huge asset is the high vaulted ceiling that by design processes a lot of the noise associated with restaurants and it also gives clientele a feeling of spaciousness and pleasing ambiance. But there's where my praise stops. Just look at the décor... it's a dog's breakfast. My guess is this establishment has had three major partial makeovers and hence the problem. The last two were done when the walls and ceiling and major subdivisions needed to be stripped right back. If you look closely you'll see signs of Spanish décor that probably was the original design, and then came French and then pseudo-Mediterranean with, strangely some touches of American contemporary influence. As I said, it's a dog's breakfast."

They all looked at Max, who was grinning.

"My goodness Satin, you do have expertise that would give you a huge edge in selling to people wanting questions about interior design answered. That was a first-class assessment and I congratulate you. Even your comment on this flowing layout and its international design basics interested me as it indicated your depth of knowledge."

Satin said anyone well-read and with understanding of the basics of restaurant design and décor could have answered Max's question well. He said agreed but said very few could have answered as well as she did especially when not being pre-warned that such a question would be asked.

"I suggest you accept that I, a professional designer, am greatly impressed.

Satin exhibited her delight, causing Lucinda to murmur loud enough to be heard around the table, "Omigod she can blush. That's something I've learnt about her."

Max watched Satin undress. The more she shed the more he tensed and focused. They'd gone to a riverside lodge for S&RR (sex and rest and recreation), arriving mid-afternoon Friday and were due to leave for the city mid-morning Monday. As soon as they'd entered their luxury cabin she'd said, "I prefer to start the weekend with a bang."

They'd only groped on their two dates so far and to confirm he had guessed her desire correctly, Max asked did she mean sex?

"Yes or do you have an alternative activity on your mind?"

"No a bang would be fine. Please by gentle with me."

Satin stared at him thoughtfully, reaching the conclusion Max had tried to crack a joke. There was hope for him yet and perhaps their association might endure.

The admiration on his face as Satin removed her bra and panties was pretty to watch. He made her feel proud of herself and thought he was excellent at stroking her emotionally, probably because he appeared really fond of her. But sadly she knew Mr Nice was just too nice for her. She preferred her males to have more 'up and go' and okay, if they lacked in sensitivity but left her sexually gratified then the trade-off was worth it at her time in life.

Max slid on to the bed beside her when nude and nicely erect. He kissed a nipple and stroked up and down her rib cage under her left arm for some reason. Only when she began to groan in frustration did his tongue sink into her mouth and his fingers penetrate into her lubing vagina.




Impressive Miss Jones



Oh dear, how pedestrian.

Satin finally rolled on to him and inserted his dick and she began banging him and Max awoke to the fact this was a fuck and began moving. On and on it went, with no variation, as if Max had been tutored by his mom, and finally Satin felt compelled to end it and said in a very sultry voice should she jam a wet finger up his butt.

Max gasped and creamed heavily judging by the inflated end of the condom he pulled off. He didn't appear aware Satin hadn't gotten off and so was ordered to roll on a fresh condom.

On Monday morning when they drove off to return to Chicago, he asked had she enjoyed the weekend.

"Yes very much thanks. The accommodation was great, the service fine and I particularly enjoyed the tennis and the swimming and dancing with you at the dinner-dance."

"And the sex?"

Satin answered honestly and said that was okay.

"Only okay?"

"Yes," she said, repeating it was okay.

Satin noticed Max looked shocked. 

They never dated again simply because he never again called her for a date.

Meanwhile Satin devoted her time to working, studying, sleeping and doing housework, only half expecting Max to call. She thought he'd be miffed with her and would choose to find someone who looked up to him. God and men thought females were vain. 

Seven months late Satin saw Max again at Lucinda and Lance's wedding but they only exchanged greetings. He was accompanied by a woman holding him tightly be the arm and she looked mousy, well perhaps rather a lot better than mousy.

While Satin's selling partner Lucinda was on a six-week European tour with her fiancé and his family, Satin was contacted by an American-born Chinese couple and his mother who were interested in buying a prestigious condo. Having a hunch these people really meant prestige, Satin took them to her company's penthouse on East Lake Shore Drive that had been lying unoccupied for nineteen months awaiting finishing instructions from the buyers.

It was one of those sales every broker dreams about. The woman whispered into her husband's ear, the husband said something to his mother and she nodded. Satin was told yes, they'd take the 9-room condo at the asking prices of $4,036,000 and their attorney would contact Satin within the hour to finalize details.

When the transaction completed, Satin's boss, Lucy Holmes, director of sales and marketing, organized a late Friday afternoon cocktail party for sales and marketing people to mark the record $4 million sale for the company and also to mark Satin's success in gaining her MBA.

It was like a dream come true for Satin, recognition from her peers on her achievements. She'd decided her time had come to leave sales and told Lucy, who didn't seem surprised.

"You have achieved all that's possible in your selling career apart from becoming the top income-earner for a broker in Chicago," Lucy said.

"Yes, since I first came to Chicago my life has become almost a fairy tale," Satin smiled. "I owe my success to your belief in me and you pushing me."

At the function the two women practically repeated those words in short speeches, with Lucy saying, "All I did was to recognized Satin's potential and to open doors for her. And out of Satin emerged extraordinary talent."

Satin couldn't help noticing how all the sales team responded so openly when  clapping as she was presented with the Salesperson of the Month Award and then with a $5000 bonus for setting a record condo sales price result for the company. She saw no sign of jealousy and accepted the reason for that was everyone now recognized she was the company's top salesperson because of merit, rather than because she was being handed golden opportunities. 

There had been no restriction on who could show buyers that East Lake Shore Drive penthouse. All of them had been in with an equal chance and they knew it. It was Satin who fronted up with the buyers.

As Satin was personally congratulated by the last of the team leaving the function, Lucy said to Satin, "Come on darling, the boss wishes to see you."

Howard Hosking sprang out of his chair when Lucy knocked and entered the office along with Satin.

"Here she is Howard, our young woman of the hour."

Howard kissed them both and said, "Please sit. Satin this is a serious meeting. Lucy made me aware a year ago you had not signed a new contract at the expiration of our two-year deal with you and told me to leave it, that you would be going nowhere so long as you were consumed with your studies. Now I must congratulate you for gaining an MBA."

"Thanks Howard."

"That must have meant a long haul for you with your undergraduate degree not being a business degree."

"It was a little but I hired a coach when I felt the need."

"Excellent thinking. I'm all for good decision-makers. So my dear, what will keep you here? It's my guess you feel you time in sales is coming to a need."

"That's very astute of you."

"Thanks but to be truthful, Lucy briefed me. She knows you well and suggests a tempting offer in corporate governance probably would be accepted."

"Yes. It's the logical next step and I've prepared for it academically."

Eyeing Satin closely, Howard said, "This is the offer: you take up the position of assistant chief operations officer to James Gilbert who'll retire from that position in seven months. That will give you a good practical grounding about how this company operates. James was an assistant professor before he came here and will accelerate your development. That is the best we can do at the moment."

"That sounds very appealing."

"Excellent and now comes the carrot. Providing your performance meets our expectations in seven months, you are likely to be appointed chief operations officer. My son Dean, who at present is chief financial officer, will succeed CEO Rupert Fisher who will revert to being chief financial officer. At the same time Rupert will become an executive director on the board, replacing James, and will retire twelve months after that when an outside applicant will be appointed CFO.

"Um isn't that taking a big risk with me on the basic of lacks of governance experience and knowledge? For instance I know only about the basics of construction."

Howard smiled and said, "That is very honest of you and that basically is all you need to know because as COO you would have a line of managers with various responsibilities. The job of our top team is to hold everything together, facilitate everything to operate smoothly, to know what's going on and organize funding, it's delivery to the right place at the right time and to bring every department to account. Your MBA education would have taught you that in detail. We have a huge contracts department that proposes projects, seeks board and executive approval and that department, over which the COO has control as a senior vice-president, lets contracts and administers projects, is responsible for keeping them running smoothly and responsible for dealing with all problems."

"You make it sound almost simple."

"Well Satin, the company my late father founded in 1955 that became the base of this corporation has been in business a long time and its internal systems have been developed and refined many times and we place people into key positions who have clear understanding of their responsibilities. Lucy and I have identified you as a person with exceptional qualities including an amazing capacity to adapt. Believe me young lady, we know what we are doing."

"Wow and I must say all this sounds very exciting and paints the steps to take my career forward Howard. I accept the officer to become assistant chief operations officer."

"Excellent and congratulations. Please take up your new role as soon as you are free to leave your present position with minimal disruption. Arrange a meeting tomorrow with James Gilbert to discuss salary and other job conditions and begin discussions on your contract. That's all."

When Satin stood to leave, Lucy stood and kissed her and offered her congratulations.

As Satin left she heard Lucy lock the office door and grinned. That suggested Lucy and Howard were about to become intimate. 



CHAPTER 3

Satin had looked up details about Howard Hosking's son Dean on the company's website and found he had a Bachelor in Corporate Finance and an MBA. He was thirty-one and was married to Julia with no children and judging by the photograph was a good looking long-haired streaky blond.

She had just moved up to the top executive floor and was to share an office with James' PA but after James experienced her vibrant personality and desire to upgrade her business knowledge in the real world at their preliminary meetings, he had the accommodation requisition for Satin's placement switched to share his office, much to the relief of Jane his elderly PA.

James took her around the floor to meet other corporate executives and their assistants. As they went to enter Dean's office Satin said, "His wife's name is Julia isn't it?"

"Christ don't mention her name. She's just divorced Dean to live with this older woman she works with and has become infatuated with?"

"Omigod James, you've saved my hide."

"Either that or you should be congratulating yourself for being prudent enough to request a name update."

She giggled and said they should settle on a 50-50 tie and he obviously liked her suggestion.

"We are already getting along together very well," he grinned. "And that's despite me being old enough to be your grandfather."

"Or my father."

He grinned and they entered the office and Dean said, "Oh the recent graduate who already is almost one of our executives."

"Now don't by churlish Dean. I just might not fit the dumb blonde imagine and might turn out a real surprise to you. If not I'll have the good sense to ride off into the night."

Both men looked at her thoughtfully and Dean decided to have another crack.

"Calling me churlish is very rude."

"Look at it this way Dean, if the label missed it's mark you'll know its untrue."

"Dean," James said quietly and pulled a finger across his own throat.

Dean sighed and said, "Yes churlish and I apologize. I've..."

"Apology accepted and you'll like me once you get to know me Dean so might I say it's nice meeting you, we will get on well together and I promise you that. We'll now leave you in peace."

"May I take you to dinner on Saturday?"

"Yes of course providing you promise not to verbally abuse me."

"What? Oh yes of course.  I'll meet you in the lobby of Albion Tower at 8:00 for a short walk to The Clarion."

"I'm surprised you know my address."

He smiled and said, "My father couldn't stop talking about you to me over lunch on Sunday. On the strength of that I looked up your page on our website and got access to your CV via our HR manager and she kindly mentioned where you resided."

"You have the kind of brain I like," Satin smiled. "Come on James, let's continue the tour. I feel I have been a little too much for Dean."

"Bye and thanks for dropping in Satin. Oh and you too James."

 As they walked off James said, "You had poor Dean not knowing whether he was coming or going."

"Yeah well he's coming through a tough patch personally.  Take that into consideration James."

James chuckled, "You have the kind of brain I like."

Back at their office James handed Satin what he said was her required reading list of four textbooks and two autobiographies.

"You'll learn things from me as we go relating to day to day management including problem-solving. These books are the icing on the cake, providing very relevant information and information that might come to your assistance when the unexpected happens. As with all reading, much of it will be irrelevant but who can be the judge at your stage in business life what is irrelevant?"

"I understand and will read as you would expect a good student to read when you were an academic."

Although Satin had been troubled to find she was the youngest management senior assistant by some years, she was relieved when looking up their profiles that the oldest of them was only eleven years her senior. That didn't make the age span look too bad for the new kid on the block. 

On Saturday night she came out of the elevator to find Dean hovering, dressed in a snappy cream suit and a light green unbuttoned business shirt, well the top three buttons were undone. He looked rather cool and she was pleased he wasn't wearing anything around his neck, especially a medallion on a leather tie that guys unsure of their masculinity favor.

Dean's gaze snapped into second focus as he saw her. She deduced the first glance was one of recognition and the second and longer one was the 'oh Jesus' or perhaps just a polite 'wow' glance.

She was jammed into a tiered white lace tiered tank top mini dress.

The décor of the restaurant was splendid and the food impressive. But for Satin, it was a pity about her date. Dean bordered almost on rudeness in general conversation and only fired up when he began speaking, without any encouragement from Satin, about his horrible six years of marriage and she was almost on the verge of walking out on him when he stopped to call over their waitress to complain about his steak.

At the entrance to Albion Tower, Dean said lamely, he still felt unfit to socialize and Satin smiled thinly and said she'd gathered that.

"Sorry," he said, turning and walking away. 

She regarded it as unwise to call him back.

Just days earlier, Satin had shifted from her reasonably spacious alcove studio to a one bedroom apartment with office containing a couch that converted into a stay over bed. Earlier that evening before going out she'd wondered if Dean would elect to stay late or even stay over, but not to be.

She switched on her phone and found a message from James Gilbert. What the hell did he want? She sighed and thought well he could wait till morning. Perhaps he required her to go to the office on Sunday.

"Jesus men work at trying to mess up your life," she snarled and burst into tears.

Yes Satin Jones who everyone thought she had everything and was doing ever so well, was lonely... desperately lonely. Well she was that way right now. She went to bed and began drinking a glass of milk while flicking channels.


Satin awoke to a bright, sunny morning and felt heaps better. She showed and walked into the kitchen weaning just bra and panties to prepare breakfast.

It was the same breakfast she always ate when alone, and that was nearly all the time. She made a banana and nut smoothie and then had a piece of wholegrain toast with a smear of sugar-reduced jam and green tea.

Well she was now ready to go to the office and called James.

"Oh hi Satin, thanks for calling back. It's a lovely morning."

"Indeed with a touch of summer I believe."

"Just a minute I'll get my wife Hannah. 

Satin, close to panic, thought God they were about to invite her to accompany them to church.

"Oh good morning Miss Jones, Hannah Gilbert speaking and please call me Hannah. I asked James last evening over dinner what you were like and he said why don't I invite you to lunch today and find out, that is if you can accept my invitation."

"Oh that's lovely of you Hannah. Please call me Satin."

"Ah such a sweet name and something tells me you will accept."

Satin thought oh dickety-doo, the woman sounded so nice that she better accept.

"Yes Hannah, you are ever so persuasive. I have nothing else planned and I would be delighted to have lunch with you and James."

"Oh and also there will be our two married daughters and families and one of our sons. The kids come to Sunday lunch whenever they can." 

The call ended with Satin thinking oh god, she'd been set-up with a cunning plan for her to meet their 40-year old and thrice-divorced son who needed a new woman to get his teeth into it. Oh why had she told Hannah she had nothing else planned... they would keep here there trapped till dark.

Satin pulled on old jeans and an old sweatshirt to ensure she looked frumpy and was pulling on lipstick when she thought no she'd gotten this all wrong. A woman who sounded as nice as Hannah would not operate like that. She truly wanted to meet Satin and couldn't care if Satin noticed the 40-year old or not or the screaming kids and the two daughters who would be wondering whether their father was having it off with Satin.

She ripped off her clothes and set about dressing to impress Hannah to become Hannah's youngest friend. They'd bound to meet socially because Satin was being groomed by her husband to take over his current position within the company. 

Satin barely recognized James when he answered the door bell. He was dress in a polo shirt and dress jeans and loafers.

"Hi," he said. "Do we kiss... people at the office are talking."

"Yes a kiss and a full hug please."

When that was done he said, "You look dressed to impress, just as I was hoping you'd be."

"Oh hooray, I've done something to appeal to the boss."

He smiled and said, "Come on, I have absolute faith in you at the office, and now it's time to can such talk."

"Listen, this is a setup. I believe I told my wife too much about how you impressed me and she's beside herself wanting to introduce you to our youngest son who's your age."

"My age? But you're ... I mean... um..."

"Three of our kids are a little older than you but Chris came along when we thought our time for kids was over. Does that explain things?"

"Oh yes and I'll play along with Hannah, er within reason."

"Thanks Satin, I was confident you'd come through for me. After today there will be no pressure for you to relate to us as a family."

"I understand and that's fine. I was looking for some company today anyway. I do hope I'll fit in."

"You will." 

They went straight through the house and into a courtyard where the family was seated and they all focused on her and smiled, even the two kids who looked about ten.

"Oh my dear, you look ever so lovely," said a pleasant-faced woman who came from the table to welcome her.

"Oh hi, which one of the daughters are you?" said Satin, now wishing she'd dressed more conservatively than a sun dress that showed far too much breast top and leg.

"Oh darling, am I going to love you," laughed Hannah, and hugged her guest. "Now please relax and give James you cocktail order."

"A dry white wine if available thanks James."

"Your request can be met. Isn't she a peach Hannah?"

"She certainly is."

Hannah then introduced Satin to Jess and her husband Mike and son Anthony and second daughter Michele and her husband Dennis and their daughter Paula.

"Oh and here's our baby of the family Cody just arriving."

Cody looked a lot like his mom which was quite plain and was built like a fighting marine. Was he in the military?

"Hi Cody."

"Hi Miss Jones."

"Please call me Satin and you may kiss me if you wish. Your brothers and sisters did."

"Those guys would," Cody grinned and dropped a kiss on Satin's right cheek. What do you work at Satin?"

"I work with your father."

"Oh his PA?"

"Something like that."

His mom called, "Satin takes over from your father at the end of January.

"What you?" Cody said in surprise.

"Yes Cody. These days girls can do anything, even blondes."

The look on Cody's face had all the adults laughing and Jess and Michele clapping in delight.

"Is that true dad?"

"Yes Cody. Satin already has notched up a brilliant career, has an MBA and has become the company's highest producing salesperson ever."

"Well if you are that smart Satin perhaps you might like to suggest why my business that ought to be successful is performing disappointingly at the bottom line."

"What kind of business is it?" she asked, as James handed her a glass of white wine and his son a light beer.




Impressive Miss Jones



"I own and operate Cody's Fitness Gym and I know little about finance and management but I'm our expert on fitness and body shaping."

"Well I don't know anything about gyms but suggest there can only be three reasons to explain poor performance of your business. The first is declining patronage and/or rising bad debts."

"Our membership is our best ever and it can't be bad debts because they are nil. We only provide services to members and if members are not currently financial they don't get through the doors."

"The second area to examine is to find if your expenditure on new equipment, repairs, building maintenance, rent and other outgoings exceeding budgets?"

"I'm sure they are not."

"Then all I can suggest Cody is bad news, that you have an embezzler in your midst."

Other conversations stopped and Cody looked at his father.

"Dad suggested that but Mrs Knight and I investigated thoroughly and found nothing of concern."

He caught Satin's reaction and demanded, "What?"

"I think you personally should call in an outside auditor."

"Why, come on tell me why?"

"Cody I know nothing about your company and..."

"Satin I'm asking you to tell me what you think."

"Very well, my guess is the embezzler can only be you or Mrs Knight."

"Mrs Knight," Cody said looking aghast. "But she had been chief administrator and accountant for twelve years before I purchased the gym where I was senior trainer. She is my most trusted employee."

"Just hire outside auditors Cody. I have nothing further to say about this."

"Dad?"

"Do as Satin says son. Because Mrs Knight is such a lovely person you and I chose not to have her investigated."

"Very well, I'll do that but this has upset me. I'm leaving now. Bye everyone," he said, avoiding looking at Satin.

James went out with Cody and Satin said she should leave too.

"Nonsense," Hannah said. "The girls and I are most interested to hear about your brilliant career, especially those years when you were a model working in New York."

"Brilliant career? What you mean a rise from my teen years to where I am now, and it been like a fairy tale ascent. Well guys do I have news for you."

James arrived back just in time to hear Satin start and the two kids drifted off to play. The adults listened fascinated as Satin related what a grind it had been to obtained the successes that had come her way.

Later when Satin was leaving, Hannah and her daughters came to the sidewalk to kiss Satin goodbye before she entered the cab. 

"We hope to see you again Satin," Hannah said. "Thank you for giving information to my son that might be the answer he's been looking for. It was a huge shock to have Mrs Knight named a possible embezzler. You must understand she has been like a second mother to Cody since he was appointed gym manager six years ago and provided huge support for him when he purchased the business, taking out a huge loan."

"I understand and can tell you he won't like what is found."


Three weeks later, Cody came into James' office and smiled at his dad and Satin.

"It's all over."

"Shut the door Satin and pour three coffees please," James said.

Cody said Mrs Knight had confessed and through her attorney had transferred a considerable amount of money back to Cody's company, amounting to just over four-fifths she was found by independent audit to have siphoned off the company illegally. She'd resigned from her job and as a director of the company and as part of the deal had been reported to the police as having stolen just $30,000 from the company. 

She'd been arrested and charged with theft and as agreed, would plead guilty in court to avoid facing further accusations and would not defend the theft charge. If found guilty, she'd be struck off registration as a chartered public accountant.

"That cunning old bitch," Cody sighed. "It's all but over now. Um how may I reward you Satin?"

Satin was aware Cody's family were lovely and he was rather okay. Those things represented what was missing from her life.

"A date would be lovely, or a series of dates would be even better," she smiled.

 Cody stood to leave and scratched his left ear. "What about tonight at 7:00?"

"Perfect," she smiled.

THE END