Chapter 19

Kaiser Klef was no other than the male passenger who had offered me the newspaper he didn’t need. He stood before me, in a smart suit, unlike how casually his staff had dressed. My intuition told him he was the boss of the company, yet he took economy class during the flight.

“Miss Piper Taylor, I understand ‌you are a college dropout, but because of connections, they promoted you from an admin staff to corporate in your last job.” He eyed me warily, pronouncing every word icily and yet, carefully.

“Yes,” I answered in a monotonous voice. “But I did nothing to get it. The CEO-”

“Silence. You don’t have to answer questions I didn’t ask.”

I swallowed. This man was such an authoritarian.

“Miss Taylor, how good are you with connections?”

I didn’t understand what he meant by that question. I looked at him questioningly. What kind of connections?

“Let me rephrase this. How ready are you to sell yourself for the best interests of the company?”

Was he referring to the ad? I answered quickly, “I will work hard and prove my worth to the company. You won’t regret hiring me.”

“Then, prove it now, Miss Taylor. Sell yourself to me.”

I opened my mouth.

He suddenly added, “Through actions.”

Actions? 

“Show me what you got, Miss Taylor. Under that H&M blouse and tacky skirt you have. Everything. I want to see what’s genuine and not fake.”

My fingers trembled. It was a direct invitation to me from him to take off my clothes. I moved to unbutton each button of my blouse, shivering as the memories of being ravaged by Lenard Lee’s guards in my cell intruded my mind. I bit on my lower lips to eliminate my nervousness.

“Why are you nervous, Miss Taylor? Are you still a virgin?” He mocked me. I remembered the muffling sounds back inside the plane. Griselda apparently was performing oral on him shamelessly, probably under a blanket.

I took a deep breath. “No, I’m not. Not anymore.”

I finished with my blouse, but before I could unzip my skirt; he reached over with his long arm and pulled me into his lap. The action came so abruptly that I fell backwards with my back on his. One hand hiked up the bottom of my skirt, feeling me through my black lace panties. I stifled a moan as his fingers slid along the sides of my undies, delving inside and out of my lower lips.

The other hand slipped under the band of my bra, exploring my full breasts. I felt my nipple was erect from the teasing. He hadn’t been rough, and I was enjoying the sudden pleasure.  

“How many men have you slept with, Miss Taylor?” He asked while his fingers actively inserted themselves inside and out of my cavity. I felt myself increasingly wet with his foreplay.

“I…”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer, as if it was something embarrassing. He groped my left breast and squeezed it hard. I felt a small gush of liquid as his fingers teased me up higher. My face reddened at the realisation that he was arousing me by fingering my G-spot.

“Twenty,” I finally answered, hot from the steam of his touches. I hadn’t included Lenard Lee or the men during the times I was raped or abused in his den. All this just proved to be a living nightmare to me.  

“Impressive. What are you trying to hide, Miss Taylor?” He burrowed deeper inside me with his fingers. I didn’t dare look down to see that he already had three inside me. I was dripping wet with his deft moves.

“Nothing. I just need this job, that’s all!” I let out a cry as he squeezed my other breast. He hadn’t locked the door, and ‌knowing that someone could listen in on our conversation just made me a little jumpy. 

“How willing are you to sell yourself, Miss Taylor?” He whispered deeply, with an evil look on his face. “Here at Kaiser Klef Solutions, we provide solutions. We satisfy.”

I nodded. I no longer felt any dignity, and after being aroused in such a manner, I didn’t feel the least tinge of betrayal towards my body.

“How ready are you to satisfy clients, Miss Taylor? I know what drives you. You want revenge against Lenard Lee, don’t you? In return, you can have what you want. Money, revenge, cars, anything you want. But you have to use your body to achieve them.”

I realised Kaiser knew everything about me. I swallowed and answered in a clear tone, “I’ll do it. As long as I have what I want.”

“I need to find out for myself,” I heard Kaiser whisper inside my ear, giving my ear lobe a little nip. “Get on the table, Miss Taylor.”

I obeyed. I did as he was told and laid on the table, waiting for his next instruction. I knew he was going to test me, and I had to pass his test. 

He began by taking off his black work trousers. As he made slow steps towards me, I felt my heart beat faster. 

“Have you ever done it for money, Miss Taylor?” He gently slipped my underwear off my trembling body. 

I bit my lip. “No.”

“This mindset of yours will have to change, Miss Taylor. At Kaiser Klef Solutions, you’re going to have to do it for the company. Think of it as your career progression.” He retrieved a square from the drawer. 

“Let me help you,” I whispered, trying to get up, but he pushed me back down on the table, pulling the rubber over his member on his own. I deduced he must have trust issues. Looking at his erect organ didn’t bother me at all. He entered me slowly, penetrating me fully. I closed my eyes and thought of Jacques, the only man who had ever made me moan with desire from his huge and long manhood.

Was I allowed to moan? I stifled my noises until I heard Kaiser utter his orders for me to moan. I let myself loose, releasing the loudness that I was capable of. Cleverly, I never call out any names. Not Jacques, and not Syl.

Finally, the man stopped heaving, and I felt my lower muscles tighten, urging me to let out a cry as both of us released at the same time. He said nothing, but backed off from me and tossed the condom in a nearby bin.

I found my underwear and quickly pulled it over my naked bottom. Then I returned to the sofa that Kaiser was sitting on earlier and found my white blouse. I was about to pull it on until I heard Kaiser’s emotionless voice. 

“I’m not done with you yet. Rest, and we will have a few more gos before I decide on your position.”

I wanted to barge in by saying I was here for the sales executive position, but I swallowed my words instead.

“Yes, Mr Klef.”

“You have an interesting name, Piper.” I felt him breathe near me, realising he had soundlessly appeared beside me. Without a further word, he pulled down my panties and took me from behind, gradually increasing in speed as he slammed inside me. Feeling the rawness of his member inside me, I screamed. He cupped his hands over my bust, pulling me tight to him.

“You feel so good, Piper. So tight. I don’t think there’s a need for any protection.”

“But I...” 

I couldn’t find the courage to insist that he use protection. He seemed fairly confident with my sexuality and that I was clean. Although it was true enough that I had tested negative during my screening for any sexual diseases and my abusers, excluding Lenard Lee, had used protection ‌I didn’t know of, I found him too trustful of my sexual health. 

He didn’t seem to want to let me go. I allowed him to do what he wished with me, hoping that he would stick to his promise. But he hadn’t given me a definite answer yet, and my body was reacting well to the pleasure that sex with him brought. I told myself continuously, my love chapters with Syl and Jacques were over, and I was free to enjoy sex with whoever I liked. I liked the pleasure of having wild sex with no strings attached.

Kaiser Klef was that definition of wild. I liked how it felt when he took me again and again, even if I didn’t have any feelings for him. My heart, like his demeanour, was cold, and I believed I would never find love again. So why not use my body for my own benefits? This way, I could get my revenge and also enjoy sex with Kaiser. I wasn’t being a slut; this was just the way of society nowadays. For me, it was a fair exchange. 

Maybe Kaiser was a pervert, but he was a handsome one at that. He seemed very experienced, way more than Jacques and such a gentle lover. His thrusts just made my liquids spill with desire for more than just one round of intercourse with him. 

It escalated past an interview. We went to a hotel, and weren’t done the entire night. But that night before he collapsed in bed, I heard his cold voice in my ear, “Miss Taylor, it isn’t enough for me to determine whether to put you. What about I call you for the second round of interviews?”

I smiled and leaned deep into his embrace. Hearing his light snores beside me, I stared at the ceiling. It was as if someone deeply etched words on the surface.

A grand revenge awaits.