Chapter 24 – Seduction

For several days, my employment at the Golden Touch continued without any incident that was worth remarking on. I had become part of the scenery; well, almost! Whatever secrets the place might contain, they were not ‘writ large’ upon the walls of that establishment. I would have to try my hardest to winkle them out whatever they were.

My reasoning went as follows: if there is are discoveries to be made at the Golden Touch, there is only one place where they could be; that place was Midas’s office; I needed to get access to that room; I could only get that access from the main man himself and to persuade him, my most feminine wiles would have to be employed, to their fullest extent!

I believed I was ready. After my trip to the lingerie emporium I reckoned I had everything I needed to put my plan into effect, everything except the courage to go through with it, perhaps. I was determined not to be defeated, however. I owed that much to Gloria.

Counting on Mildred’s expertise and years of experience, I believed that the intimate underpinnings I would be wearing had what it took when it came to making myself irresistible to Midas, though there was always an element of chance when depending on such calculations. Of course, it could have been that the lady had sold merely sold me the most expensive item in the store, but I discounted that as a possibility. I had trusted the woman.

“You must make the most of that narrow waist of yours” she had insisted as she helped me into an exquisite steel-boned corset which had been created from a dazzling confection of pink and white satin and lace. “That is the secret to sweeping the male of the species off their feet. Your most telling assets are here and here.” The woman indicated the portions of my anatomy that lay above and below the garment. “By emphasising them and sculpting their form like this, you will render yourself amazingly attractive. No man on the face of the earth could be insensible of your charms.”

How accurate her estimation was would be tested this very day. At a crucial point I intended to reveal all and overcome any resistance the casino boss might offer. How precisely that revelation would take place and what would I wear over my déshabillé were the two matters which required to be planned with utmost care if I were to succeed. It had taken considerable thought and time to map out every last detail.

When the fateful day dawned, I spent so long preparing myself that by the time I’d was ready I found that I’d missed breakfast. No matter. Several energetic butterflies were dancing a jig in my insides so vigorously that I had no appetite and in any case my waist was so compressed by my constricting shapewear that there was little room for any food. Over all my finery, I put on the grey trench coat which I’d borrowed for the occasion. I would be going out in the cool of the morning so that wearing a coat would not appear odd in anyway.

When I reached the hotel lobby I found that my co-worker was there ahead of me. Connie was preparing to leave, dressed for her work at the horse-riding place.

“Got to go!” she exclaimed as I greeted her.

“Me too. I’ve got an important day ahead. I’ll explain another time but keep your fingers crossed for me.”

Connie beamed her pleasure. “No problem. Catch you later.” With that she was gone.

When I arrived at my workplace, as an accredited employee of the casino I had no trouble in gaining admittance. I visited the restroom and checked my make-up in the mirror. It would have to be perfect if my plan was to have any chance of success. After ten minutes spent putting the finishing touches to it I was finally satisfied. I took a deep breath and set forth upon my quest.

I made my way to Midas’s sanctum and summoned up all my courage before tapping on the door. He opened it himself and ushered me in with a smile and a “You’re looking good.” The welcoming compliment was an unexpected boost for my confidence.

I gave him back my most winning smile.

“What can I do for you, Jennifer?”

“Apologies for taking up your time, sir, but I just called by to see whether you were happy with how I’ve performed my duties these last few nights. I’m finding this place so enjoyable to be part of and so different from anything I’ve experienced before that I’m really hoping you think I fill the role. I love working here.”

Though the neck of my trench coat wasn’t unduly low it was tight across my chest and emphasised the size of that part of my body. I arched my back to make sure the man noticed. “I so want to measure up to your standards.”

“Oh, I think your measurements are just fine” Midas grinned “as I’m sure you are well aware. Just look at you, all wrapped up like some little virgin from Sunday school. What are you trying to pull, honey?”

“Pull? Oh, I hope you don’t think I’m that sort of girl” I replied breathily. “I do try to look my best but I’m just an old-fashioned girl underneath.”
I revolved slowly before him, continuing to thrust out my chest and giving him what I hoped was an alluring smile.

The man needed no more encouragement. “Why, you little minx!”

Next moment I was in his arms and being soundly kissed. When we came up for air, I pulled away.

“Oh Mr Klondyke! You’re rushing me. Give me a moment please.

I laid my purse down carefully on one of the couches then turned back to him eagerly, all anticipation.

Midas laughed roughly. “I knew you were asking for it, you little tease!” He threw his jacket off while I unfastened my trenchcoat. He peeled it off my shoulders and gasped. The surprise I’d intended was complete.

In deciding what to put on over my glamorous lingerie I had found nothing suitable… so that was exactly what I’d chosen to wear over it. Nothing! After standing stock still and gaping at my semi-dressed body for a few seconds Midas recovered himself and grabbed me again. This was going much better than I could have expected. To help things along, I kissed him back this time. I’ve been told that I’m a good kisser and on this occasion I was sure that my efforts were warmly appreciated. Midas’s mouth, cheeks and neck soon bore the imprint of my lipstick and for good measure I made sure that his collar did too.

I pressed my bust harder against his chest and ruffled his hair. I could feel his excitement growing against my belly and when I opened my mouth, his tongue darted inside. One of the man’s hands clamped me firmly to his torso while the other massaged my butt. It felt good, unexpectedly so! Aagh! What was happening with me, I wondered. I had no leisure to dwell on the subject, however.

Next moment I could feel myself losing control as the casino boss’s roving hand swept up and under my lacy panties.

With a supreme effort, “Oh Midas!” I exclaimed in gentle protest “not on our first time together”.

Actually, I had a more pressing reason for limiting the horny man’s exploration of what lay beneath my underwear. I was determined that he remain convinced that I was ‘all girl’!

However it was vital to retain his interest, so I pulled him down onto a sofa and repositioned his hands where he could massage my breasts. He needed no further encouragement and gave them his undivided attention. I was getting turned on myself, too much so to ask myself why.

Instinctively I slid my own hand down to the front of his pants and began to rub the bulge I found there. It felt enormous! Our breathing was getting heavier by the minute but just when I thought he was about to explode, our petting was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.

“Oh, just leave it!” I urged, but Midas grimaced and looked at his wristwatch.

“No” he groaned. “I’d better take it. It will be Jocasta.”

Five minutes later he put the phone down. “She’s about to come over. Sorry honey, but we had better pick this up another time.” He took out a comb and started to groom his hair.

I gasped in mock astonishment. “But you can’t see her looking like that. My lipstick is all your face. And your shirt! Heavens!”

Midas regarded the offending item of clothing with disfavour. “You silly little… girl!” he expostulated. “What the f*** were you thinking?”

I smiled winningly at my new employer and shrugged. “You must have got me a little too excited, darling.” I opened my purse and produced a hairbrush and my makeup. “I’d better go too, but I need to make myself a little more presentable first.”

“Don’t be too long about it” he snarled. “Hell! I gotta run!”

“See you this evening” I replied, but the man had gone.

After a speedy cosmetic repair session, I slipped over to the door and listened. There was no sound. I was unsure how long Midas would leave me alone in his office so without delay I began my search.

A rapid scan of the drawers of his desk revealed nothing of interest, save for an automatic in the second drawer down. The presence of a firearm was only to be expected, I reasoned. A tall filing cabinet stood to one side. It was locked, but I’d noticed that the tray in the top drawer of the desk had held a set of keys. I retrieved it and, behold, one of them fitted. The top drawer of the cabinet was packed full of files in alphabetical order. Very methodical and it made it easy for me to start looking for anything I might recognise, though not very sure what that might be. I pressed on, rifling eagerly through the remaining drawers, hoping I would know it when I saw it.

In the lowest I came across what I was in search of, a folder labelled Price. I pulled it open to see inside a number of papers. I was about to take it out for further examination when I heard footsteps approaching, the clack-clack of a woman’s heels growing louder and at the sound I froze.

How could I escape discovery?