Tables Turned

"Insider trading is a naughty naughty thing young lady" the anonymous email read...

"come to this address tomorrow morning at 8am, come alone, or every news station in eastern time zone will be breaking this at 9". She recalled how her mind was racing in those minutes that followed reading those words, surely an illegally recorded private conversation couldn't be used in court right? Even so the revelation of it alone would cost her immeasurably, her company's stock would plummet following the news, investors and other businesses would disassociate themselves from her family at fear of a government investigation, her parents would have but to fire her and bar her from working with the company, she would be completely ruined. Assuming she could avoid the worst case scenario of being sent to prison, a prospect she hardly wanted to think about given the life of luxury she had always known.

Alas her she found herself here, totally naked, helpless, and on display for a man whose livelihood she was so sure she had gripped by the testicles. She had , she'd never survive all that time in prison, she knew the things that would happen to her in there. The things she would miss, this new "job" of hers was a small price to pay for that.

"Are you spacing out again whore?" Richard, who was now sitting on an old steel chair a few feet in front of his newest toy, barked at her. Frantically Serena shook her head, a muffled the best "no" she could from behind her gag.