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GRACE'S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
Leave messages for grace at grace_slut at hotmail.
CHAPTER 3 (MF, D/s)
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On the way back to her hotel room, Grace had a heavy heart. She had no choice but to do the photo-shoot at Joe's
studio later. Joe was Nakamori's friend and photographer. This was part of the arrangement for her to earn
enough money to pay back the amount she stole from the company. As long as she kept her end of the bargain to
"do as she was instructed", her secret would be safe with Nakamori, Mr Shih, and Royston. They would cover up
her crime, and not report her to the police for the money she embezzled.
The problem was that she seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the cycle of blackmail and submission.;
the things which Royston and Nakamori made her do - some demeaning, some downright depraved, mostly
sexual and designed to humiliate her. Some were tame, almost innocuous in comparison at first, but then rapidly
degenerated into a nightmare. Her photography shoots were like that. It started off with her modeling swimwear
and ended with her being stripped and led around like a dog, and being whipped by Nakamori. Her subsequent
photo shoots had progressed to lingerie, and then to the shopping mall with some really slutty garments which
she wouldn't even call clothes. When she went for her shoot again last week, she was photographed tied up,
chained, and put in humiliating positions. Tonight was her continuation of her "bondage shoot" as Joe called it,
and she dreaded it.
When Mr Ko, Royston's boss, had asked her out for dinner the previous week, Grace had wondered if it was just
a date, as the man was rumored to have many with the ladies in the office, or if this was another one of those
nightmare episodes. After all, Mr Shih had already fucked her, once he found out about her thievery and her little
cover-up scheme with Royston. So she wouldn't be too surprised if Mr Ko had also been let in on her blackmail
by either Royson, or Mr Shih, whom she worked for.
** 11 days ago: THE DINNER
Grace stepped into the restaurant where she was to meet Mr Ko. It was one of the top restaurants downtown.
Ming could not tell her why Mr Ko wanted to meet her for dinner, but said that Mr Ko did request for Grace to be
dressed formally. Apparently Mr Ko was a regular customer at this restaurant.
The décor was dim, with candle-lights, and while there many sections in the restaurant for private dining, many
of the walls were made of glass, thus everyone could see who entered the restaurant. Many heads turned at her
arrival, which Grace was quite accustomed to. Her hair was done up, and she had lip gloss and dangly earrings.
She was in an elegant, but daring black halter-neck dress with a super low-cut back. Unlike most halter-necks, the
shoulder straps were made of fine chain-links - they kept the pieces of cloth covering her breasts up, and were
joined together as one behind her neck, leaving one end of it long and dangling to her lower back. Her back was
revealed entirely by the cut of her dress which was so low it only stopped just an inch above her panty-line.
Grace would never think of wearing something so sexy to meet with Mr Ko, one of the most senior executives of
her company, especially since the dinner was suggested by him. She did not want to send him any wrong signals.
Unfortunately, as her wardrobe was controlled by Royston, she had no choice but to tell Royston about the dinner
to request for something appropriately formal to wear. Royston obviously was pleased as punch, when she had
come to him automatically and asked nicely, for a dress to wear. She was loath to tell him that the reason was that
she had been asked out by Mr Ko, but she saw no way around not telling him the truth. When she reached her
hotel room after work that day, she had found the sole black dress hanging in her wardrobe. Together with it,
there was a pair of side-tie thongs made of black silk. To match the super-low cut on the back of her dress, Grace
had to tie her thongs quite low on her hips so that she would not be exposing her panties in plain sight. She was
not surprised that there was no bra that came with the dress, but she managed to buy a pair of backless, strapless
stick-on bra cups from a store on the way to the dinner.
The maitre 'd asked her for the reservation name, and she told him. He showed her to the table, where Mr Ko was
already waiting. On her arrival at the table, the man that was one of the directors of her company stood up
politely.
"Allow me," Mr Ko said with a broad smile, as he pulled out Grace's seat.
Grace smiled and stepped in front of her seat. Mr Ko was standing behind her, his hands on the chair. For a brief
moment, she froze when she felt his hands on her bare shoulders as she sat down. Then he was back at his seat
opposite her.
Grace remembered that the last time she met Mr Ko at a formal event, that is, not just walking along the corridors
in the office. It was at a client dinner - the dinner where she was first introduced to Nakamori by Royston. At that
function, Grace was ordered to take off her bra halfway through the dinner by Royston even though she was
wearing a sheer dress - the first step in his plan to humiliate her. She recalled meeting Mr Ko also at the function,
and cringed inwardly thinking about how little she had worn.
The waiter asked, "Good evening, Mr Ko, and good evening Ma'am. Should I get you a bottle of wine to start off
with?"
Mr Ko said, "Sounds like a good idea. Grace, any preference for red or white?"
"No S- Mr Ko.. I will leave it up to you. " she said. Grace caught herself almost calling him "Sir" which was how
she has since been taught to address Royston and Nakamori.
"Get us a bottle of the 1994 Chateau Latour Pauillac," said Mr Ko.
"Certainly Sir," said the handsome waiter, who smiled at Mr Ko and then at Grace, before he walked away,
before returning shortly with a basket of bread. Absent-mindedly, Grace noted that the waiter's name tag said
"Bill", eliciting memories of a corny joke that her boyfriend had once told her.
Grace turned her attention to Mr Ko after placing her handbag on her seat beside her. Mr Ko was a balding man
in his fifties, with a slight paunch, and a rather unsettling gaze with his small beady eyes, only accentuated by the
horn-rimmed glasses he wore. Her own boss, Mr Shih, was a much more impressive and respectful looking man.
Indeed, Grace respected Mr Shih plenty, until the unfortunate events just recently which she finally saw through
his true colors when he violated her.
"So Grace.. I'm sure you are curious why I asked you out for dinner," said Mr Ko.
Grace held her breath, and feared the worst. Did Mr Shih or Royston tell him about her secret? About how they
were covering up her crime in return for her services? The things they are making her do so that they wouldn't go
to the police and put her in jail for stealing money from the company?
"You see, it's about the annual client appreciation ball. Royston is too busy with work to be organizing it. So I was
thinking of asking your help."
"Yes of course.. I would love to help, Mr Ko," said Grace.
"That's the pretext anyway for asking you out for dinner," Mr Ko said with a grin, "The real reason is that I love
fine food and wine. And I love the company of different people, especially beautiful women."
Grace smiled, thinking it was the polite thing to do but thought it best if she just ignored that last comment or
pretended not to hear it. It was true that Mr Ko had a reputation with women. In fact, the saying on the grapevine
was that he changed secretaries (all pretty young ladies) as often as he changed clothes. Ming used to be personal
assistant to another vice president, but when he transferred to another office, she was assigned to Mr Ko, whose
secretary happened to have resigned recently.
At that moment, the waiter returned with the bottle of wine. He proceeded to open it and poured the wine into a
decanter.
Mr Ko peered through his glasses at the lovely young lady sitting across the table - an executive who worked for
his company, and so indirectly worked for him. He marveled at her smooth silky skin, perfectly showcased by the
flattering strappy dress that she wore. When Grace reached for the olive oil, he found himself looking at her
underarm. Even though it was only exposed to his sight briefly, Mr Ko visualized in his head how her underarms
looked with her slender arms raised behind her head and wondered how often Grace shaved her armpits.
"So how long... have you been working with the company?" Mr Ko asked.
Grace thought for a second, and replied, "Just a little over four years."
"And how old are you?" Mr Ko asked. He did not see any issue with asking a lady her age, when the lady
worked for him.
"Twenty-five this year, Sir," Grace said. Grace knew that whatever Mr Ko wanted to know, it would actually be
in her personnel records that he would have access to anyway.
The waiter returned with menus. Mr Ko ordered for himself a tenderloin steak stuffed with oysters, and for Grace
a prime rib steak, with foie gras for starters.
"Would you like some greens to go with your steak, Ma'am?" the waiter asked.
"No thank you," said Grace. She was not a big eater, and she thought the portion of steak would be already a
challenge for her.
"Should I pour the wine Mr Ko?" asked the waiter, to which Mr Ko replied yes.
Grace watched as the waiter filled up her Bordeaux glass with the ruby red wine, before he poured for Mr Ko.
"This is a lovely red - complex and intricate, full of flavor.." he declared while beaming at Grace, his beady eyes
focused on her. Grace nodded and smiled.
"Enjoy the wine, Mr Ko and Ma'am," the waiter said, leaving the table.
Mr Ko swirled the wine in his big glass before clinking glasses with Grace.
"Four years and already assistant vice-president," said Mr Ko, "You're moving up fast in the company you know.
Shih has high hopes for you. He's always saying good things about you."
"Thank you Mr Ko," the young executive said, putting down her wine glass. The wine was indeed excellent -
probably very expensive, she thought to herself.
"But tell me, are you happy working for Shih though? Some people tell me his working style is difficult to
swallow.."
Grace, caught a little off-guard by the question, nodded quickly. An image of Mr Shih forcing himself on her,
flashed in her mind for a split second. "You can be frank," added Mr Ko, "I promise I won't tell him!" he said
with a half-laugh.
Wiping her mouth with the corner of her napkin, she replied carefully, "Yes, Mr Shih has been most kind to me. I
have learned so much from him, and really like working for him." Images of her supervisor raping her on his
table in his office flashed again in her mind. Grace broke her eye contact with Mr Ko, looking down at her wine
glass instead. She remembered the scene with Mr Ko fucking her from behind - the sense of degradation she felt
when Mr Shih came in her mouth and she was forced to swallow his cum.
"Sounds good... well if for some reason things don't work out, you can come work for me anytime, alright?" said
Mr Ko.
Thank you Mr Ko, I will keep your offer in mind," Grace replied.
Their appetizers arrived shortly. Mr Ko started asking Grace personal questions as they ate. First he asked about
whether she had a boyfriend. She said yes. He asked about what her boyfriend did for a living. She told him. She
also told him that her boyfriend was overseas at the moment, and would be for a few months. Mr Ko then asked
her how long they have been seeing each other.
Unknown to Grace, as she was describing what her boyfriend did for work, Mr Ko was only imagining what her
favorite positions were in bed with him - whether she liked to be on top or below, and whether she was a
screamer.
"You must miss him, eh?" said Mr Ko. Grace thought the older man had given her a wink as he spoke, but was
not really sure.
"Yes I do..." said Grace, "We do email and talk on the phone though."
Grace remembered with a tinge of regret, lying to her boyfriend that she was traveling on company business,
when she was really putting up at a hotel every night. Royston had insisted that she move out of her parents'
house to the hotel, as part of her new job and new life.
When Grace had initially defied Royston's wishes to suck a colleague's cock to ensure her secret was safe, the
bastard had sent some pictures of her taken by Nakamori's photographer, to her boyfriend. Luckily, it turned out
the pictures that Royston sent were just the ones where she was dressed in skimpy bikinis, and not the ones
where she had been stripped naked with a dog collar and leash on her neck. Royston did not send the actual
pictures as those were what he used to blackmail her into submission. He only sent the bikini pictures as a
warning. Grace did not want her boyfriend to find out about the blowjobs she had given to Royston and the office
janitor, so she had acceded to his further demands. While it was just bikini photos of Grace that her boyfriend
received, Grace had some major explaining to do. She finally convinced him that a girl friend of hers needed a
model urgently and she did it as a one-off favor, and that the photos were sent as a prank by her brother.
Finally, the waiter brought their steaks. Grace couldn't wait to start eating, not because she was hungry, but
because then the dinner would end earlier. She just had this creepy feeling about the man, even though he had
been nothing but civil and gentlemanly so far.
"So what do you do in your free time?" said Mr Ko, putting a morsel of rare beef into his mouth.
"You mean, like when I'm not working?" said Grace.
"Yes, you know.. hobbies...relaxation..whatever.." said Mr Ko, chewing on the bloody meat.
"Well I like to go shopping," replied Grace. At the back of her mind, she recalled with humiliation how Royston
and Nakamori had taken her to a shopping mall, where she had to wear nothing but a leather harness under a
trenchcoat, and had her photos taken in a public place.
"Ah yes, don't all women like to..." said Mr Ko, swallowing the food in his mouth. Grace noticed Mr Ko's adam's
apple was very pronounced, as he swallowed.
"Occasionally, I go to the spa..." she said, "..to get a facial..."
Mr Ko swirled his glass briefly before taking a mouthful of wine, savoring the taste. "That's nice.." he remarked,
although Grace was not sure if he meant the facial or the wine.
As Mr Ko contemplated Grace's fair complexion, he wondered what her face would look like if it were coated
with the cumshots of a dozen men.
"How about yourself, Mr Ko?" said Grace, as she delicately cut a piece of meat with her knife.
"Me?" said Mr Ko, "you mean besides enjoying the company of beautiful ladies?"
Grace did not reply, but merely smiled, and let the man continue talking. "Like all the other company directors, I
have to entertain clients, which means a great deal of different things. Personally I like golf, or going for a cruise
in the sea on a yacht. Have you ever been on a yacht?"
"No, Mr Ko," Grace replied.
"Well Mr Sorag has a nice large yacht. I'll see that you get invited the next time we do something on his yacht
then.."
Mr Sorag was one of Mr Ko's major clients. Grace wanted to decline, but thought it would be rude to do so. So
she acquiesced.
Just at that moment, Grace's cellular phone rang. Grace took out her phone from her handbag. Realising it was
Royston calling her, Grace felt a cold shiver run through her.
Grace knew that if she answered her phone, it would be impolite as Mr Ko was just seated across the table from
her. Yet, she feared what would happen if she didn't answer Royston's call - he was an asshole about things like
this. Looking across the table at Mr Ko, who appeared to be pre-occupied downing his tenderloin, she pressed the
Answer button on her phone.
"Hello?' she said softly. There was no answer initially, then his unmistakable voice came on.
"Hello my little slutgirl. How is the dinner?"
"It is fine Sir," she said in a low voice, angling her head to minimize the chance of Mr Ko overhearing her
conversation with Royston.
"Only fine? Well are you wearing the dress and panties I sent you?" said Royston.
"Yes Sir, I am..." she said in hushed voice.
"You are what?" said Royston.
"I -- .. am wearing the dress and panties you sent me," she said softly into the phone, glancing from the corner of
her eye to ensure Mr Ko wasn't paying attention.
"Only that?" he said.
"Yes..." she replied.
"I hate it when you lie to me Grace. Steve saw you go into a store on the way to the restaurant."
Grace could not believe that Royston had a bellboy from the hotel tail her. She stayed silent.
"If I'm not mistaken, you bought yourself a stick-on bra didn't you?" Royston continued.
"Yes Sir, I did. I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission," said Grace keeping her voice low so that Mr Ko would not
hear.
"Very well. Now I want you to go to the ladies, go into a cubicle, remove your thongs and hang it behind the
cubicle door. Then return to the dinner table."
"What??" she said, shocked.
Mr Ko looked up. She quickly gestured to her phone, and gave an apologetic look, making a sign that she needed
to excuse herself from the table. He nodded.
Royston continued talking on the phone as she started getting up,"You heard me Grace. This is your punishment
for defying instructions. Since you wore an additional piece of clothing that was not authorized, you will remove
another. Are you walking there now?"
Grace excused herself from the table, and started walking to the ladies. "Yes I am, Sir" she said.
"Good. Call me back in the ladies after you have taken off your panties." He hung up.
Finding the door to the ladies, she opened it. There was nobody inside. Going into the last cubicle, she closed the
door, and sat down on the toilet seat. Grace shut her eyes, going through her head for half a minute, on how
Royston would know whether she actually followed his latest instruction or not. After all, he did go to the trouble
of sending someone to tail her, and caught her buying the bra from the shop along the way. What if he came by to
check on her? She decided she better not risk being found to have disobeyed his instructions again. Her fingers
pulled the knot on her side-tie thongs, and it came undone. Gingerly, she hung the tiny undergarment on the coat
hook behind the cubicle door. Then she dialed his number on her cellular phone.
"Are your panties removed?" Royston said the moment the line picked up.
"Ye s Sir. They are hanging behind the toilet door like you instructed," she replied.
"Excellent. I wished I could see you in that black dress you are wearing... you must look lovely," he sighed.
"Now sit down on the toilet seat."
Holding the phone to her ear, Grace sat down as instructed.
"Now pull your dress up to your hips."
"What - I ... " Grace started to say.
"Just do it," he interrupted curtly.
Grace breathed in and then out, and replied submissively, "Yes Sir..."
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