Caught and cornered

Charlie stood twiddling his thumbs outside of a large, black door. A secretary behind a desk a few feet away had told him to wait there until he was called in. When the secretary had first spotted him she had scoffed at his choice of footwear, peering over the rim of her thin glasses and shaking her head. Charlie had just smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

Right when he thought he might ask the secretary if she knew how much longer he'd have to wait, the door began to slide open with a mechanical sound. Charlie jumped when it did and stepped aside, until it was fully open. Then he saw her, sitting behind a wide wooden desk, her shadow looming over the room. Slowly Charlie walked inside, Ms. Lovemore had yet to acknowledge his presence, as he approached her desk, keeping his arms behind his back.

"Ma'am, you wanted to see me?" Charlie spoke, hearing the door behind him slide closed again. Angelique had been looking out of a tall window next to her. From her office she had the perfect view of the entire island. She could see all of the resort and land surrounding it. She leaned back into her leather chair, pushing a strand of brunette hair behind her ear and finally pointed her hazel eyes at him. She seemed very tall, taller even then most women who frequented the resort, some of which towered over Charlie. She wore a grey dress suit and short black heels, which he saw just poking out from underneath her desk.

"Correct Charlie, take a seat." Ms. Lovemore gestured toward a chair on the other side of her desk, which Charlie quickly took. He turned out to be a little bit too short for the chair, his toes just barely being able to reach the ground. Charlie blushed slightly, trying to still appear professional. "One of my assistants has informed me about you. You see, there is very little that happens on this island that I don't know about..." Charlie gulped, looking up at how Ms. Lovemore began to lean forward on her desk. "Did you really think you could just keep doing what you're doing without anyone ever finding out? God, I mean, you were barely even trying to hide it."

Charlie decided that he'd try and play stupid, pretending he did not already know where this conversation was headed. "What do you mean, ma'am?" he asked casually.

Ms. Lovemore rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're a little whore Charlie, you and your friend Katie both. Sluts who sell their bodies on my island, without my permission." The tone in which she spoke demanded attention and it managed to quickly shut Charlie up. "But not to worry little one, I'm sure we can work something out..."