Chapter 06 - Rhea explains what they need

Rhea smiles and takes my hand, giving it a motherly comforting pat. “Mr. Beaufort, this will sound worse than it is. To be considered sexual **** under the Illinois criminal code, section eleven dash one dot twenty, a person commits criminal sexual **** if that person commits an act of sexual penetration and uses **** or threat of ****. There are other parts to the code, but that’s the brass tacks of what we need.”

I sit bolt upright and hold up both of my hands, “Whoa, NO. No one said anything about sexual penetration. I’m sorry, there’s a lot that I’ll do to help but that sounds more like **** to me and I’m not letting him penetrate me!”

Rhea’s expression doesn’t change as she listens to me. When I pause, she gives my hand a squeeze and talks in the same matter of fact tone, “Mr. Beaufort I would never ask that of you or anybody. If that was what was required, we’d find a different remedy. Thankfully in talking to my lawyer friend, while the text of the code reads ‘sexual penetration’ it’s been defined by several court rulings over the years. Sexual penetration is defined as contact, however slight, between a person’s sex organ or anus and an object or another person’s sex organ, mouth, or anus, or any intrusion of any part of the body, or an object into a person’s sex organ or anus.”

While that definition certainly sounds better that mere ‘sexual penetration’, I must have still looked dubious as Ms. Birdie continued. “They assure me that it includes tongues, mouths, and fingers. There are also some special cases where breasts are included, but it’s harder to differentiate between a touch and a **** touch there. But as an example, if Mr. Orpheus pulls you forcibly into a kiss and he sticks his tongue in your mouth, he’s just committed criminal sexual ****. Would that be treated as bad as him penetrating your anus with his penis? No. But like I said before we don’t accept that even being on the table of options. So, consider for you, your anus, your penis, and your mouth. For Mr. Orpheus consider his fingers and his tongue. If any of those from him touch any of those on you, he’s committed the crime. It does include his penis, but if going to use that on you, I want you to stop everything and escape the situation. That’s too far. I’d really rather him not go below your skirt at all, but he is VERY handsy and it’s likely he will try to get not only under your skirt but under your panties. Again, we’re going to stop there and confirm with each other. Do you understand what kind of act we need to catch Mr. Orpheus doing to you in order for this to be successful?”

I let out a long sigh and nod. When Rhea doesn’t immediately start back up, I assume she’s being overly cautious and add “Yes Ma’am. Anus, penis, mouth. Fingers, tongue, penis. **** contact between them. If it’s his penis, I’m to bail. Understood.”

Rhea nods and continues. “Okay, then as awful as that part is, this will only complicate it. We need to have two iron clad forms of evidence, and your word is not considered iron clad. We’re going to wire your bra so that you’re constantly recording. I’ve seen this used in law enforcement before and it’s very clever. It clearly records everything around you down to a person’s whisper. The recording takes up a LOT of digital space though, so it can only record up to a running five minutes. When you hear him commit such an act, especially if we’re moving on to the threat side instead of ****, then you’ll have a hidden button that will lock the last minute of the recording into long term storage. Obviously, you’ll be able to do that five times before it will have to be unloaded. Just stop by my office each morning and we’ll make sure it’s running fine and download any recordings you have. That’s one form we’ll need. The other is even trickier. We need video evidence.”

While Rhea moves smoothly into the video requirements, I try to keep the audio recordings in mind as something there seems off. Rhea’s tone pulls me back to the present though, “Most of the space on thirty four is already on security cameras. They don’t have audio, but that’s fine as you’ll be getting that part. Mr. Orpheus’ office is wired for cameras but he has direct control over them and can delete them when he wants. If he does something in his office, he’s likely to delete it at the end of the day.”

I nod again, getting what she’s driving at. “All right, so I need to goad him into a compromising act somewhere that’s not his office. Got it.”

Rhea shakes her head negatively, “No. You’ll target his office specifically. Because he has control, he’s very confident in what he can do there. He feels safe. Normally his precautions and safeguards would protect him, but we recently had our security cameras upgraded, and they all included remote recording. Mr. Orpheus is accustomed to the feeds being recorded at each camera’s location and then being uploaded to the central server each night. Now, they’re all wireless and record directly to the central server. He can still delete them, but we can also log in and save any footage that we need so long as it’s done quickly. What we’ve done to make it easy for you, since you’ll be emotionally strained already, is to send an alert to both Grace and myself whenever you record audio. As soon as we see that, we’ll log into the central server and copy the last thirty minutes of video footage. You’ll have the last minute of audio and we’ll have the preceding half hour of video. That together should be plenty enough to **** Mr. Orpheus’ hand.”

We go over some other minor details, though I can’t remember what I was going to ask about the audio recordings, and Rhea makes me confirm everything that she’s told me before we move on. When we’re ready she actually smiles in a more natural way and takes my hand in both of hers. “Now that we both know that we’re both on the same page, that we’re both going to be in legal jeopardy and how to ensure that this will work against Mr. Orpheus, we have to talk about what will be the most difficult part. Your secretarial presence.”

I find myself trying to put Rhea at ease, “Grace and I talked about it. I know that in addition to presenting as female, I’ll have to be more sexually provocative than the normal office woman. And I’ll have to try and entice another man to be sexually aggressive toward me. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m on board with that part.”

Rhea again shakes her head, “No, Grace may have prepped you, but I want this crystal clear. We are a fashion forward corporate office. We have stakes in five international fashion houses, and all our employees are expected to dress up, dress stylishly, in the office. Women are expected to present themselves attractively. Even with this, Mr. Orpheus has special tastes, especially in his personal assistant. You’ll be expected to be comfortable being the most sexually forward person in the entire office. You’ll only ever wear skirts and blouses and never make an attempt to cover yourself or obscure your sexuality. High heels, silk stockings, overt makeup, long nails. The only thing out of the norm is that Mr. Orpheus normally wants his personal assistant to show off their breasts and have as much as their cleavage on display as they can. To be honest, it’s one step away from being obscene. With you, with even the best breast prosthetics, this won’t be possible. But I can sell that so long as you still dress to show off your curves.”

“Speaking of curves, you’ll need to have at least a C cup and should probably try for a D. I think your frame could handle that without looking like a circus performer. A lot of your hiring bonus money should go into realistic breast forms so that they move as normal breasts should. You’ll also have enhancements under your clothes to make your rear, your hips, and your thighs look curvier and more feminine.”

I nod, not quite understanding Rhea’s concern until she lays it out, “All of that is Mr. Orpheus’ normal tastes. But he picks his own personal assistants out of the pool and has them dress up the way he wants. For me to hire someone specifically to cover his desk, I’m going to have to convince him that you are over the top perfect for him. Whatever term you want to use here… be a bimbo, be slutty, be sexy, be forward. The women here will hate you, thinking that you’re bringing them all down to the gutter level. And to get Mr. Orpheus’ attention, you’ll be begging for that same level of attention from every other male. Most will be gentlemen, but the guys in sales and specifically the guys in Mr. Orpheus’ department won’t hesitate to flirt and physically touch you. You can’t act shocked or nervous or out of sorts when this happens. In fact, you have to encourage it. By selling that you’re already his perfect personal assistant, I’ll be able to hire you directly to his desk. And by presenting that way, you’ll entice him to act quickly.”

“Grace tells me that you’re straight. That you have no attraction to men. Is that right?”

My answer comes out even before I can think about it, “Yes. Straight as an arrow. No men for me.”

Rhea nods, “That’s fine so long as you’re willing to be this caricature of a sexy secretary in order to entrap Mr. Orpheus. But before I sign off on hiring you and starting this whole process, I’m going to want to see you in action. I want to see you in public, enticing men, having men hit on you, and having you look natural. I can’t imagine how bad this could be for you or any of us if Mr. Orpheus finds out that we’re trying to **** him so I won’t put you in that level of danger until I believe you can pull it off. Are you fine with that?”

I get the feeling that this is the ultimate test. Yeah, I’ll have to get into that sexy secretary mode. I’ll have to get the needed prosthetics so that I have the curves and then get the clothes to show off those curves. I’ll have to get cosmetics and hair products and get at least a basic understanding of applying them myself. But before any of that, I have to prove that I CAN do it to this woman.

I’d love to say that I thought everything through, that I was tedious and thorough and diligent in my thought processes. But at the end of the day, this was to get a prick out of a position of power and to help my friend. I didn’t need to think about it. “Yes Ms. Birdie, I’m more than fine with that. I’ll talk with Grace about where we can show off the new me. Where we can show off Paris Beaufort and get back to you.”