Things had been very tough with the financial situation. We owed for our house,in debt with the credit cards and our 5 year old son Pete needed fitting out for school.My husband Dave was clinging on to a part time job,but it was’nt keeping our heads above water.There was an Accountancy firm in our town and I heard they needed a clerk. It rang alarm bells as rumours about how staff were treated had gone round,but the pay seemed ok and we were about to get a foreclosure on the house. I called and sent a letter.
A few days later a letter arrived inviting me to interview. I did’nt think I would get the job as I had only basic typing skills. I got to the office in good time and when I was called in I realized that the accountant was a man called Sharp who had played at the same golf club as Dave,when we had been able to afford things like that.I had met him at some dinners and always had the impression he could see right through my clothes.He was a balding man with glasses,getting overweight and about 30 years my senior,probably in his mid 50’s.My strongest recall of him was his whispering voice and his bad breath. He obviously recognized me as I walked into the office and I was again aware of the way he seemed to undress me with his eyes. The interview was short and I wondered why I had bothered to go,but 2 days later a letter arrived,offering me the job as Mr Sharp’s secretary.Dave was so relieved and immediately called about our debts,to put a hold on the foreclosure.
The following Monday I put on my old business suit,which I was pleased still fitted great,despite the 6 years since I had last worn it and the arrival of baby Pete.I had walked alot and with the housework,I stayed in good shape and was pleased with how I looked in the mirror. The first morning I spent catching up with a backlog of typing and hardly saw Mr Sharp, who was seeing clients.
Later in the day he called me in and went through my employment duties and things he needed to do about my contract.He was very professional and after that the first few weeks were fine. I was learning alot,but had hardly any idea about the accounts and finances. I began to think I had misjudged Mr Sharp as apart from feeling his eyes on me as I walked about the office,he was very quiet and spent most time in his inner office. After a while Mr Sharp began to increase my responsibilities,instead of just typing, he would get me to countersign accounts and even if I had no clue about the papers I reognized the names linked to them.They were some of the most powerful men in town including the Mayor and top police officers.Mr Sharp got me to sign things and go to put money in the bank.I felt very important and in a different league. Our family is catholic and we had never had money but had always been regular church goers and I knew I had a totally respectable reputation as a good wife and mother.Dealing with all these top people and knowing I was trusted to keep confidential made me very proud.
Everything was fine for about 2 months and I actually was enjoying the job. I was in and out of he bank several times a day depositing money and signing papers for Mr Sharp.
One Monday Mr Sharp buzzed for me to go into his office. I went in and he asked me to sit down.I picked up my note pad and thought he would dictate a letter but instead he picked up some papers from his desk.He looked at me and said.
“You are in lots of trouble Mrs Dixon”
I looked at him confused and off guard.He picked up a sheet from the desk and said.
” I have lots of evidence here that you have opened accounts and embezzled large amounts of money from our clients”
I stammered and took deep breaths and blurted.
“There must be some mistake Mr Sharp.I have not done anything”
He said.
“Look here and here and here”
For the first time I really looked at the papers and to my horror I realized I had signed papers to open bank acccounts and looking at more saw that lots and lots of money we in them. I kept picking them up and looking and putting tem down,then suddenly burst into tears.I was aware of Mr Sharp getting up and coming round the desk.He stood beside me and said.
“you have been having lots of money worries have’nt you”?
I said
“Yes but I am not a thief!”
Mr Sharp said,
“Well these say different. I would think you are looking at a good spell in prison for this Mrs Dixon”
I said
” No its a mistake”
He pointed to the papers clearly signed by me and said.
” You have transferred thousands into this account”
I put my head in my hands and whispered,
” Oh God.What am I going to do”?
I felt Mrs Sharps arm move around my shoulder.He said quietly.
” I am sure we can sort something out”
then said,
“If you are sensible”
I felt his arm slide down my arm,then his hand slid between my arm and body and he touched my breast. I jumped up out of the chair and shouted,
“No”
He said,
” Well ok. Lets call the police then. 100,000 of this money is from the police pension fund. I am sure they will take a sympathetic view”!
Then he said.
“Oh by the way look at this 200,000 from the Police Commissioner,into your account”
I said,
“What do you want”?
Sharp said nothing. His hand cupped my breast and squeezed. I sat rock still as he got up and moved behind me.He said.
“Stand up Mrs Dixon”
then with a menacing hiss
“I said, stand up”
I got to my feet and both his hands moved around.Taking hold of my breasts,he squeezed and fondled them.He was close up behind me and as he breathed heavily I could smell is breath. He pushed the chair aside the chair,moved closer,reached around and began opening the buttons of my top.I shuddered as his hand slid in over my brassiere.Then away again as he was impatient to feel more.Sharp moved back slightly and I felt him tug my top from my skirt,then his hand slid up and his fingers fumbled with the clip of my brassiere.It released and suddenly his hands swooped round cupping a breast in each. He was almost panting moaning and whispering,
“Lovely oh God they are lovely”.
My mind which had gone numb with shock,started to operate after a fashion. I tried to think of ways I could get out of this.Thought tumbled and flashed but no escape was obvious the more I thought,the more I realized I was completely trapped in this web of deceit. Sharp was close up behind me,his thick fingers pinching my nipples and I could feel his penis preeing up against my buttock hard. I had been with Dave all my life with no other boyfriends and had lost my virginity to him on our wedding night.Sex had not turned out to be the fantastic dreamy expectation I had been led to believe but he was a good husband and I never dreamed of straying.Now an old perverted man wasunfastening my skirt and I was powerless to prevent what was about to happen unless I wanted to spend years in jail. My skirt fell to my ankles and Sharp said,
“Step out of it”.
I did as he ordered.Then he was tugging my tights and pants down.He whispered,
“Lift your foot!
Bending he removed a hoe and pulled one leg out of my underwear.Then his hand was touching where no other man had touched.I heard fumbling then Sharps hard,hot penis wes pressing against me.A waft of foul breath almost made me gag as he put his lips against my ear and hissed,
“You are going to be a sensible girl are’nt you Katie,and then no one will ever know”.
He pushed me between the shoulder blades till I was leaning forward over his desk.I heard him spit,then his finger was rubbing between my labia,lubricating me. I tried one last ploy,pleading.
” Please dont Mr Sharp I am catholic and not taking contraception”
Sharp said nothing. I felt the bulbous tip of his penis touch my most secret place,then he pushed and penetrated me.Sharp groaned and said.
“Oh fuck, thats good”
He kept pushing until his penis was fully inside me and then began to thrust.It lasted less than 30 seconds. His podgy hands gripped my hip bones and I could hear his belly slapping against the cheeks of my bottom.Then he was jerking and I could feel the tip of his penis pressing against my cervix and I knew his semen was spurting deeply into my vagina.H e jerked rapidly for several seconds,then slid from me and the next moment his pants were up and fastened and I quickly pulled up my tights and knickers. It was weird,Sharp acted very cold and business like for the next hour getting me to type letters,but as I left he came very close and said.
” You are a sensible girl are’nt you Katie. Keep being nice and all will be well.