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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 1 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons(M+/F, nc, humiliation, coercion)
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By Dark Avenger

Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a
tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where attractive women,
innocent
or otherwise, are forced into circumstances where they are taken
advantag e of
by men. If you are under-aged or find such themes offensive, go no
further.
Please send comments to darkavenger@tokyo.com.

Chapter One

Grace looked at the tape in shock. There she was, changing the numbers
on the account transfer slip. It was caught on tape. She looked up at
Royston, her face pale.

"You wouldn't have been caught if you haven't been so greedy, Grace,"
the executive in his mid-thirties said.

"Nobody noticed anything the first three times you stole money from the
company," he continued quietly. "The numbers, however, did not match up
when I checked the report, and that's when I suspected you. Obviously
relocating the security camera to point at your desk, helped to catch
you red-handed."

Grace felt completely drained. After getting away with it those first
three times, she had thought that it was so easy, and it had been. She
had earned herself to a position in that part of the company where
nobody would normally question her as to what she was doing. Until she
got carried away that is, and if it hadn't been for that most
irritating Royston, what she had done would probably have gone
unnoticed.

Royston had been both simultaneously a suitor as well as a rival. While
he was more senior in the company than she was, Grace was trusted by
her department head and generally the other department heads had a
favorable impression of her.

Royston, like many men in the office, was attracted to the confident
and sexy Grace. When it was clear she was not in the least bit
interested in him, Royston began to become jealous of her popularity in
the office, and the fact that the department head thought she was
capable, perhaps more capable than him. It was with much glee when he
finally found her weakness, the thing that would completely destroy her
and her standing in the company. And it was all up to him now.

"You spied on me.." Grace said as she stared at Royston, her voice
trembling, but she wasn't sure if her tone was accusing or one of
surrender, a child whose hand has been caught stealing from the cookie
jar.

"Yes, and I'm sure Mr Shih and the directors will be glad that I did.
Otherwise we would never have found out what a thieving bitch you are,"
he stated, smirking at the finely dressed lady who was a good seven to
eight years younger than he was.

Grace's face flinched slightly at the derogatory term, but did not
speak. Grace was the fashionista in the office, always immaculately
made-up in her expensive Japanese cosmetics, and dressed up in designer
clothing. Combined with her extremely slim, almost petite body,
porcelain clear complexion, baby-doll facial features and short hair,
many men in the office stumbled like teenage boys trying to go out of
their way to help her.

Grace already knew from the start of her career what she wanted out of
this male-dominat ed industry, and she knew how to get it. With the
toss of her head, her wink, her tone of voice, or an innocent touch to
the other person's arm during mid-conversation, she could get many
things done by her gentle flirtations. She was cool and sassy in the
office, yet 'untouchable', driving many men who could not get to her to
the brink of frustration.

But now Royston had her. "I will be informing Mr Shih and the directors
tomorrow morning," he said, closing his file, breaking Grace's inner
thoughts.

"And the police will be notified of course, according to company
policy. Four charges of embezzlement and fraud I believe."

Grace felt helpless, and she fought tears back as her world came
crashing down. She could not bear the thought of going to jail for
this. "Please don't...." she pleaded, "I'll - I'll pay everything
back.."

The tears ran down her cheek, but Grace knew she could not get out of
this one that easily. How could she have been so stupid?

Royston smiled. "Even if you could pay back one hundred and eighty
thousand dollars tomorrow, why should the company drop the criminal
charges against you? It would be sending the wrong signal to
shareholders and employees you know. Or are you asking me to cover up
for you?"

Grace was desperate, and she knew it sounded desperate but she had to
try everything. "Please Roy... you know I always treated you as a good
friend."

Royston laughed and it stung her. "Surely you could do better than that
Grace." His eyes traveled down her tear-streaked face to her white
business suit jacket and pants to her high heel shoes.

Grace's face burned as her confused mind tried to sort out if Royston
was trying to blackmail her into giving him some sexual favor for
covering this up for her. Maybe.. maybe she could just...

"Well, don't say I'm heartless, but maybe there is something you can
help me with," Royston broke the silence, pulling out another file from
his drawer.

"There is this important deal that I'm working on, and I'm having
difficulty finding the right person that I need for it. If you agree to
resign from the company and join this project, I think I can convince
Mr. Shih not to press charges. However, you'll have to pay back all the
money to the company within a month."

"That, that's great Royston... thanks so much... but I can't pay back
within a month... could you give me more time?"

"Well don't worry, if you take on this project, you'll be paid thirty
thousand dollars upon completion, and I can loan you a hundred grand.
As for the remaining fifty, we'll have to figure out something," he
said, handing the file to her. "I just need you to sign and initial
every page."

Grace glanced through the document quickly, and through the legalese,
she was able to figure out that she would be resigning from the company
and join ing another one, registered in the Cayman Islands. Royston was
senior venture partner of that company, whatever that meant, and she
would also be bound to strict confidentiality as to the terms of her
employment.

For the project, she would also have to stay at a hotel, and will be
providing secretarial and other services to high net worth clients.
However, during office hours she would continue to work in the same
office as she has been working in, unless told otherwise. There was
also something about making herself available to accompany clients at
all hours of the day on short notice, and doing everything the company
instructed her to do, including how she should dress. Grace penned her
signature and returned the file.

"Good. Now tonight there's a ball and I'm meeting an important client
together with several department heads. I want you to accompany me to
it. Your dress will be sent to you at your hotel room. Make sure you're
there tonight or you'l l find the police looking for you tomorrow."

"Yes, thank you Royston." Grace replied, managing a weak smile.

"That will be "Sir" from now on, Grace," Royston said, folding his arms
in front of his chest.

"Yes, Sir.." Grace replied meekly.

"And one question, since I'm responsible to ease your transition to
your new job... I've always wondered about your bust size... you're a
30A? Or 32A?"

Grace was stunned for a while, but replied, "30A sir"

"Ah... small aren't you? " he smiled broadly, "and your panty size?"

Grace face flushed, as she had never been spoken to like that before..
"XS, Sir."
"Just what I thought.. mm...see you tonight, " he replied.

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