Page 10 of Pure Recklessness

My dignity was already in the toilet. I had nothing to lose. I had to try.

‘I’m a fast learner, though,’ I added quickly, hoping I hadn’t ruined my chance.

‘Good,’ Melissa replied. ‘And I have to admit, I’m intrigued. Everyone who comes for an interview already has pre-conceived ideas about Sated and what we do here. Sometimes I think they expect to find employees going at it on their desks during their tea breaks. But we’re a very professional establishment.’

‘Of course.’ I nodded enthusiastically.

‘I like the fact that you’re coming here with fresh eyes. It’s always good to have a new perspective. And I’ll be honest. All of our regular freelancers are snowed under with other projects for the company, hence the short notice, so we need someone to start right now. It’s a temporary position. For today and depending on how you get on, there’s a possibility that we could extend it until the end of the week. So what do you say? Would you like to work at Sated?’

‘Yes!’ I said without hesitation. ‘Thank you so much for the opportunity!’

Relief and happiness washed over me.

It felt so good to actually say those words and genuinely mean them instead of just delivering them as part of a robotic rejection response.

I’d done it!

I’d got a job in London.

At a top, global company.

Yes, it was only for a day. A few at most. But it was a start. I was so grateful.

‘Fantastic! So, Kitty needs you to write an article to convince our customers to use these toys,’ she pointed to the table, ‘and email it to her by lunchtime. Someone will be along shortly to set you up at a desk. Good luck!’

As Melissa left the meeting room my jaw crashed to the floor.

It was already gone eleven-thirty. Assuming that lunchtime was around one, I had less than an hour and a half to familiarise myself with these gadgets (not literally, of course) then write an article that’d be good enough to help me keep this job.

I thought I was out of my depth before, but now I was so far out of my comfort zone, I might as well be in outer space.

I was well and truly screwed.

4

ELLIE

Ilifted the plastic arm in the air and grimaced.

What on earth was this used for?

It was massive. I guessed that it was at least eleven inches.

Thankfully, I’d worked out that the corn on the cob and mascara were vibrators. The cute chick wasn’t as innocent as it appeared, and now that I was aware of what Sated specialised in, it didn’t take much imagination to work out what the giant monster tentacle could be used for. But this dismembered arm?

I was at a loss to work out what that did and asking the IT guy who set me up at my desk twenty minutes ago felt weird, so writing this article was impossible.

But I couldn’t give up. My future depended on figuring this out.

Maybe it was used for spanking?

I suspended it in the air then hit my leg with it.

Ouch.

It was hard to believe that people really used this for fun.

‘Who are you?’ A tall woman dressed in jeans and a T-shirt stood at my desk, frowning.