Apologise and plead for her job

"F- fired?" Karen went white.

"Oh yes... I can have you fired, and what's more I can see to it that you never get another job as long as you live!" The redhead glared at the brunette. "Do you have any idea with whom you are dealing? I didn't think so. Does the name Annette Blestoe mean anything to you?"

Karen felt dizzy. Annette Blestoe, one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country, possibly in the world, was standing in front of her, stark naked and making a pass at her, and Karen had deliberately shoved the woman, and now she, a lowly no-body in the world that this goddess moved in, was being threatened with starvation.

"No, please, I... I'm sorry, miss Blestoe, I didn't mean anything, I was just scared. Please don't make me lose my job, it's all I have! I'm really really sorry!" Karen felt sick. She was begging as contritely as she could. This woman had the power and money to squash her like a bug and had just threatened to do so.

"Are you now?" The heiress regarded the maid callously. So, what are you prepared to do to show me how sincere you are about this?"

"Anything!" Karen was almost in tears.

"Anything? Really? Then get undressed!"

"G- get undressed?"

"You heard me".

Karen swallowed hard. "Why?"

"Because, it's only fair. You've seen me naked and I want to see you naked. I have a thing for older women, you see. Besides, sex is always better naked...!"

Sex? Karen shook her head in disbelief, this was not happening to her. She tried frantically to think of an alternative, any alternative.