The Interview Ch. 02

Abi took a few moments to work it all out...

"So you're saying... just because we played once you don't want to learn my technique?" Abi put on a smoky expression. She started to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. "Besides, I don't mind letting you win..." She pushed the two folds of her blouse to her side so that her large teenage breasts, covered by the lacy red bra were on show. The prostituting feeling was practically hammering her skull and was becoming nearly impossible to ignore.

Mr Strachan drank Abi in. His well schooled expression could not hide that he found her highly attractive -- exposed as she was. I'm banking on it...Mr Strachan coughed.

"A permitted victory is a shallow victory. My game must not be exposed. Sorry Abi."

Abi wanted to scream. It was all falling apart. Again. She suddenly felt very slutty and exposed; her blouse as it was. She refused to cover up feeling that her partial nudity might make him change his mind...

"I can see how badly you want this Abi. If I thought you were readily compliant before, you offer your dignity on a plate now." Abi gritted her teeth. Mr Strachan always told people how it was -- no niceties. "I suspect if you maintain your current attitude and... presentation, there will be others who would accept your passionate bribes somewhat gladly and with gusto. With me however, our time together is over. There will never be another game. Am I clear?"

"Crystal..." said Abi, defeatedly.

"However, there could be a way, if you're interested."

A spark of hope glimmered.

"I'm interested." Abi leaned forward intently.

"Have you heard of Graham Black, Abi?" Of course she had. He ran Black's investments -- the most powerful investment company in Europe. It was said that their senior employees walked the halls of Whitehall and had significant political influence in Germany, Spain, France, Greece and the Netherlands.

"Of course. An important figure in our world." The conversation was well and truly in Abi's territory and she wanted to take advantage now where she could.

"Indeed. He has a son -- around your age. One might say he is somewhat -- unique. He is a mathematical prodigy. He left school at 14 with 20 GCSE's and 10 A-Levels. He finished University with an Undergraduate and Master's degree by 18. Needless to say, he shares his father's passion for money."

Abi was reeling. She was proud of being so young and successful but his achievements were astonishing.

"His son is called James. James will be coming here for a tour of our facilities this afternoon as part of a potential graduate employment delegation. We will of course be giving him a faux interview and job offer."

"Surely he would never accept it? As a business we are a fraction of the size of Blacks and he could have unimaginable power extraordinarily quickly if he worked there."

"Under normal circumstances, you would be right. However, we don't want him for his brains -- we have enough brains. We want him for his relationship with Blacks. An alliance with such a considerable organisation could increase our investment capital ten-fold over two years -- and that is a conservative estimate. Bear in mind Abi, that James walks in an enormous shadow. His father is one of the most successful businessmen in the last 200 years. James will want to emulate that, yes, but he will want to do it on his own volition if he is to be known as a visionary. Otherwise, he is just a sheep."

Abi was good at this. Working out strategies -- it was what she did.

"So you are going to offer him Thineman's?"

Mr Strachan was smiling, pleased that she was so switched on to his way of thinking.

"In a manner of speaking. The business will remain independent but will be able to make use of Black's influence."

"Right. Where do I come into it?"

"Simply in that Mr Black Junior will need persuading. You will persuade him. I will draw up the necessary contracts and you will make him sign them today. Impress upon him that they are binding."

Abi thought about it. The glimmer of hope was getting brighter by the minute.

"What makes you think he won't think it is a good idea?"

"I don't. I think that he will want his father's approval -- which won't be given. Graham Black always gets what he wants." Mr Strachan's mouth twisted distastefully. Clearly he had met the man before. Abi wandered if he had lost that particular game. "Graham will want his son to be his echo. To carry the family torch. Painfully and dreadfully sentimental, I know but he is such a family man. James Black must sign today. His father would not dare admit that his perfect son has made a mistake and will accept his Son's wishes once he realises that the contract was binding."

"How do I persuade him?"

"That, I will leave to you. It goes without saying that I have chosen you to perform this task rather than performing it myself. As a said before, your willingness to please with senior figures will get you in all the right places."

Abi received the message that wasn't said. So he is saying I might have to whore myself again... Abi could feel a bit of dignity start to blossom. Still, if I might be able to do this without having to...

"What do I get in reward?"

"Two things. Firstly, you leave an impression on a young man who will, success permitting, one day become a highly senior leader of this company. Secondly, I will speak to my managers and convince them that we must expand our corporate accounts area. I will tell them that it is vital for continued growth... or some other corporate rubbish." He smiled a weary smile which made Abi think that his experience had been hard earned. "We will find some reserved money and, with it, I will persuade them that we can use it to pay you. As long as you can bear the weight of a significantly less festive Christmas Party upon your soul, then I will assume you would find this agreeable." He said this in such a manner that Abi's consent was assumed.

"Is it guaranteed?"

"No and I can't guarantee that the other managers will want to spend the money. You may need to persuade them also but I hope it won't come to that." He did not need to say what sort of persuasion Abi would need to offer.

"Don't you need to advertise the position?"

"Let me worry about that. Kelly will deliver the contract to your desk later. You will deliver the last part of the tour and presentation to the delegation. I will leave it to you to come up with content and delivery method. Needless to say, your rendezvous with James must be discrete."

Abi thought about it for a moment. She needed no persuasion.

"OK. Why are you doing this for me? A few days ago..." Abi felt that as she had allowed him to bend her over a table and empty his balls inside her, she should be allowed to question his current motives.

Mr Strachan interrupted. "-was a few days ago." He paused. "I like you Abi. You are a smart young woman and ambitious to boot. Now that your naivety has been unceremoniously removed..." Abi blushed uncontrollably. That's one way of putting it... "I think that you could go very far. You're honest and yet will do what needs to be done. Unlike most of your colleagues I feel. Anyway, this is an equal trade -- give and take."

"Thank you Mr Strachan." Abi meant it. Abi remembered that there was one last thing to resolve. "I get the impression that there might be rumours about -"

"-our rendezvous? I believe you are right and I believe that we both know the young lady who is adding fuel to that fire. Personally, I feel that Laura is being rather unobservant. It wasn't just you that came to be interviewed..." Mr Strachan let it hang so that the message was clear. Laura was falling on her own sword and didn't even see it. He added, "I will wait a few weeks and interview a candidate for a menially higher position -- which they will achieve. The interview will be in the traditional format and I will ensure that the candidate is not only an attractive female but a gossip. That should squash the rumours and allow you a chance to make the most of Laura's little faux-pas. Is that agreeable?"

"It is." Abi wondered at how quickly and brilliantly Mr Strachan's mind worked. She couldn't help but be a little jealous.

"See you at 3.30 Abi." He resumed studying his report, the frown returning.

Abi, with a start realised that she had had the entire conversation with her blouse wide open. She had completely forgotten. Letting him see me like that needlessly... she grumbled in her head. She buttoned up, casually smoothed her clothes and left the office in such a cool fashion that she thought Kelly would be impressed. Abi couldn't help but feel that the meeting went rather well.