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THE TAKEOVER James Lock was on a knife edge. He had worked for the Sunlight Group as first as accountant then a Financial Director before he was thirty. His promotion was one of the last acts performed by the Group owner before he died. It was designed as a wedding present for his daughter Sue, when she married James, but he didn't know that it would shortly be her that had to take over the reigns of running the businesses when he was suddenly taken ill. A mere six weeks later he died. It was now left to the two of them to run a business empire worth many millions. The reason for the stress on James was the takeover bid they had made for their main competitor in the region. Sue had wanted to offer sixty million for the Russet Group, but James had, for the first time since she had known him, put his foot down and insisted that they offer a maximum of forty one million. Even that, he told her, was allowing for how they could turn their businesses around and his own opinion was that they would be able to buy it even cheaper if they left it a while. It was such a unique action on his part that, out of shock as much as anything, she had acceded in part to his judgement, even though she controlled the majority shareholding, so it was her call. Now they were waiting to hear if they were successful. If they were, they were both aware that a great deal of work would be needed to get that business profitably running in tandem with their own. They had been told that it would be several days probably, before they would know the result of their bid and also a full shareholder meeting of Sue's family had to be called as well. James had become so worried that his advice may have been wrong, that he had developed a fearful headache. He told Sue that he was going to go home at lunchtime, take some tablets and have a lie down. What he didn't tell her was that he was going to slip on some of her clothes to help him relax. From quite a young age his mother and sister had made a game of dressing him up as a girl, and he found it enjoyable, playing along with them. He'd continued when he was at university to help him study before exams, but ever since he had dated Sue he hadn't found the need the way he did now. He slipped on a bra and panty set that his wife had worn the day before, so as not to dirty any clean things of hers, and as they were almost exactly the same size, they fitted him well. He pulled the curtains closed, got into bed and shut his eyes. "What the hell are you doing wearing my bra?" Suddenly Sue was screaming at him. "I'm sorry." he couldn't think of what to say, woken as he was by the mayhem in the bedroom. "What do you mean 'sorry'?" She was still shouting. "I didn't think you'd mind, they help me relax." he was embarrassed and blushing like mad but he didn't really think he'd done anything that bad. "I discover that I'm married to a queer and you don't think there's anything wrong with that?" "You know I don't like taking tablets and I remembered how this had relaxed me when I took my finals at Uni. I didn't think it was doing any harm." "How long have you been a Nancy boy? Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think I needed to Sue, my mother and sister used to play dress up with me for years and I did a bit after I left home, but I haven't done it since we've been together. I wouldn't have now but I was so worried about the Russet bid I thought I would try to relax for a while. I won't do it again, I promise." She said nothing more but turned on her heels and went downstairs. He hurriedly dressed in his own clothes and followed her to their lounge where she had poured herself a large gin and tonic. "Sue, please look at me," he asked her, "I'm still the same person you married, I haven't changed." "I know that," she replied with a look of disgust on her face, "what's changed is that I now know what you are. You always told me that I was the first woman you had sex with, but how many men have you had?" "None Sue, my dressing up isn't because I want to be a woman and I certainly don't fancy men, I'm strictly heterosexual." "You're trying to tell me that you put on women's clothes and it's not to get a man? I don't believe you. What else have you kept secret from me?" "I don't have any secrets from you, I only didn't mention this because I thought it was something I'd got over." "I'm going back to the office, I'll let you know what I'm going to do about this when I've made up my mind." He looked at the clock and saw it was only three o'clock, so he wondered why she had come home so early but more importantly worried about what she was going to do as a result of her discovery. He would have been more worried after an hour or so if he knew about the phone calls she was making. At just after five thirty she arrived back home "I don't know what to do about you." she told him. "I want to see what you look like when you're dressed up and then I'll decide. Tonight I want you to sleep in the single guest room and tomorrow I've arranged for you to have a proper make over. As it's Saturday tomorrow you won't be working and I'll decide what I'm going to do after the weekend." She gave him a piece of paper. "That's where you go, I've booked you in for ten in the morning and arranged everything with them, so you just need to do as you're told. I've also booked a taxi to take you and I'll pick you up when you're ready, will you do that or shall we go straight for a divorce?" "I love you Sue so I'll go but why can't I just drive there?" he wanted to know. "What would happen if you got stopped by the police or you were in an accident, would you fancy giving your details on the way back?" He had to concede that it would be embarrassing and after he had started the meal he moved the clothes he would need in the morning into the smallest of their bedrooms. As was often the case, he cooked and served the meal for them both, although he had little appetite. The next morning, after a restless night when he hardly slept, he dressed casually and was ready when the taxi arrived at about twenty past nine, Sue had left in her car after barely speaking to him. The address he was taken to was a large house, not dissimilar to their own, but set in a very isolated rural location, the taxi had already gone by the time the door was opened by a caricature of a French maid. Her black satin costume was the sort of thing you would expect to see on stage in a farcical comedy. It was so low cut he could see the tops of her areolae and the dress, held out by multiple snow white crinolines, was so short he caught regular glimpses of her bright red panties. The costume included a small white apron, sheer black seemed stockings, five inch heeled pumps and a ridiculous little cap on her head. He introduced himself and the maid ushered him in, showing him through the second door on the right on the entrance hall. The room was furnished as a sort of reception area with a quite severe looking woman seated the other side of an oak desk. "Good morning Mr Lock," she greeted him, "I have agreed a make over with your wife so we can just proceed. My name is Ms Stanhope, while you are here you will be referred to as Jacqueline, we find that a degree of anonymity is appreciated by our clients. My husband will show you to the room for your first treatment." He was startled when the maid curtseyed and beckoned him with her arm. It wasn't a 'her' it was a 'him'. He was truly an advertisement for their business but by the same token it frightened him enough to ask what they had in mind. "Oh don't worry yourself, nothing that is going to be done to you is anywhere near as drastic as Gigi here. He's had implants and several other operations although of course all that could be arranged if later you decide to go ahead with a more radical change." Only a little less worried, he followed Gigi out into the passage and into a smaller room across the corridor where he was told to strip and lie face down on the padded table which was the centre piece and under a number of spotlights. It wasn't long before he realised that he was going to have a full body wax. Once the first few strips had been torn off him, he found it not as painful as he had imagined and only yelped occasionally, notably when his stomach was denuded. By the time the two women who were working on him had finished he was hairless from the neck down except for a tiny trimmed triangle above his penis. His eyebrows were plucked into a fine line but when they came to his facial area they asked him if he planned to grow a beard at any time. When he said that he wouldn't, they used a laser to kill off the roots round his chin and neck. With all the pain and embarrassment, he certainly didn't present the women with anything approaching an erection, but they further reduced the size of his pride and joy with some ice cubes then fitted him with a chastity device. They told him that it was to save him any awkwardness later if he were to 'show the women there, any overly obvious sign of appreciation'. With the intimate treatment he was getting he wondered why they had to dress up the possibility of him having an erection in such a coded message, but he said nothing. Gigi returned after a while and then showed him, naked, to another room, this one like a beauty parlour, all the while he never heard the maid speak. This stage took a long time even with two new women working on him. He didn't have his watch by this time, he'd left it with his clothes, so he couldn't say how long, but they shampooed his hair, treated it to some sort of chemical, then spent ages attaching, he was told, extensions to it. While one of the women was doing that, the other was painting make up on his face, every now and again drying it with a UV lamp and sticking extra eyelashes on top of his own already quite generous ones. When that was done his ears were pierced in two places each and he could see that she fitted them with two pairs of pale amethyst earrings, one pair studs, the others dangly. Then he was given a manicure and false nails, much longer than he would have liked, glued on and painted a metallic pink mauve colour, his toes then were coloured to match. Not only did he not have his watch, there was one important difference between this and a normal parlour, there was no mirror for him to see what they were doing. After what seemed to be a lifetime, Gigi took him to a third room, still with only the chastity device for modesty, but that was now changed. The two women in there were the same two that denuded him of hair. They first fitted him with a pair of extraordinarily realistic breast forms that were glued on him. He was told that they were a 'C' cup and their colour matched his skin with uncanny accuracy. When he asked how they managed that, they told him that when he was in the first room his chest was photographed by a special camera that told them exactly what shade he needed. It was at this point that he realised the treatments must be costing a small fortune. The next stage was to fasten a corset round him, clipped together with sturdy fasteners at the front. It supported his new breasts and went down almost to his crotch and he soon found out that it was tightened by laces at the back. They showed him a hook screwed into the wall and explained how he could use it to tighten them himself. If he failed to do it tight enough the other clothes wouldn't do up, it wasn't until he was panting short breaths that his waist had been reduced sufficiently. He was told that they had included a tape measure with his things and that his normal waist size of thirty or thirty two inches would have to measure twenty four. "Don't worry," one of them told him, "you won't be able to eat much so you'll find it easier after only a couple of days or so." He had a tiny panty, not much more than a g-string, to cover his chastity and they helped him on with a pair of nude stockings. Much to his relief the outer clothes they supplied weren't as tarty as he had feared, in fact it was a quite smart pale lilac two piece skirt suit, the hem a couple of inches above his knees, with a modest, if rather frilly white blouse. It had matching court shoes with a four inch heel, an inch higher than he'd ever used and that hadn't been for a long time, but it wasn't long before he could manage with them. His appearance was finished off with a necklace, bracelet and watch all to match his earrings and a clutch bag to match his shoes. It contained the money, cards, keys, etc., that were in his pockets when he arrived and now he was able to see the time, he'd been there for seven hours, it was gone five. Ever since he had entered this last room he had noticed what he assumed to be three mirrors angled in a corner but covered with sheets. It was now that he was placed in front of them, lights above them turned on and the sheets pulled away. He wasn't surprised at the results, he was astounded. It took a while to accept what he could see was himself. Not exactly a super model, but not far off. For a start, instead of mousey brown hair he was a platinum blond and the hair fell in waves halfway down his back. His make up was immaculate, if a little over the top, with his eyes made to look huge and sultry and his lips seemed plumper and almost glowed with a sparkling pink mauve metallic lipstick, matching his nails. His bust was provocative without being tarty and the heels made his legs to die for. He even noticed that the make up was shadowed on his neck, almost completely eradicating his admittedly small Adam's apple, it was so cleverly done. Once he had got over the shock, they spent a time teaching him to speak in a breathy and rather quieter way, so that his voice didn't give him away. He had to tell them that they had done a sensational job, while at the same time worrying like hell about how Sue was going to react. He didn't have long to wait. "Are you ready to face the world?" he was asked. He had noted that there was never any malice from any of the technicians who had worked on him, they had all been polite and as helpful as they could be, in spite of never introducing themselves. He realised that, blackmailed as he was into going there, they could have been made a very different experience. Gigi arrived for the last time and took him back to the room where he had originally been welcomed. Ms Stanhope was still behind her desk but now there was a second person sitting in a chair facing her. He realised that it was Sue. "Welcome back Jacqueline, will you just do a slow turn so I can see you." Stanhope told him. Sue looked up but took little interest in the person who had just walked in. Jacqueline did as he was told. "What do you think of our work Ms Lock?" Sue turned round again and gave him a puzzled look. He then realised that, rather than ignoring him, Sue hadn't recognised him. If circumstances had been different he would have laughed at the way her expression changed and her mouth literally dropped open. "James?" was all she could manage to say. "Apparently Jacqueline for the moment Sue." he replied. "I didn't realise how much more like a woman you look, you're better looking like that than you ever were as a man." she was smiling as she spoke, but somehow the humour didn't extend to her eyes or voice. "Thank you for your work Ms Stanhope, if I need anything else done I'll be in touch." Without further ado she led him out of the building and into the passenger seat of her car outside. He waited for her to say something for a long time but it soon became obvious that it was going to be up to him to start the conversation. "This isn't really me you know." "What makes you think that?" "I've never even dreamt of going this far, I've only ever used a few bits of clothing to calm me down. I know my mother and sister dressed me completely quite often and even put some lipstick on me very occasionally, but I never have done nearly this much to myself." "You've gone back to your man voice, when you're dressed like that you should speak the way you were, it sounds most peculiar otherwise." "But what I'm saying is this is me, just painted and primped up, I'm still the same person you loved enough to marry." "I married a man called James, not a woman called Jacqueline, but I told you that we will go through this weekend and then I'll decide what I will do." she was speaking in quite a matter of fact way that increasingly worried him, in his emotional state. "I've placed some clothes for you in the bedroom you used last night and I want you to continue to sleep in there until I can accept you back in my bed." The rest of the journey home was conducted in a rather frosty silence and that continued as Jacqueline went straight to the kitchen to start preparing their evening meal. Although he had barely eaten for twenty four hours, this concern about their relationship still prevented him from having an appetite but he made a salad with some sharp balsamic dressing and used up some cold chicken he had in the fridge. He only picked at the food himself but his wife didn't notice. What he noticed was the faint smell of fresh paint but he couldn't see the source of it and was otherwise too preoccupied to investigate further. He was more concerned that he still had the chastity device on, meaning he had to sit to pee. When it came time for her to go to bed, she simply told him that she was going, without so much as a 'goodnight'. When he went to his new room he opened the wardrobe to find two flower print cotton dresses and four or five two piece skirt suits of different pastel colours and shoes to match each but none had heels of less than four inches. A chest of drawers held a selection of all the underclothes he would need, including two more corsets and a screw hook to fit to the wall for tightening them. He was too depressed to investigate further, leaving his corset on as had been suggested to him at the make over. As was usual for him on Sundays, he got up before Sue was awake, put on one of the dresses and prepared a cooked breakfast. They usually had breakfast late so it was more a Brunch, then had a traditional Sunday roast late afternoon or early evening. He cooked hers then decided to take it up to her to have in bed using their special tray with folding legs. She was obviously very pleased with the service, thanking him and suggesting that perhaps if all else failed he would make a perfect lady's maid. She laughed as she said it. He didn't. He returned to the kitchen to clean up and start preparation for the evening meal. Sue brought the tray down to him once she was dressed and about. The day passed in a sort of armed truce, Sue basically ignoring him except when she asked for him to get her coffee or later tea. He tried to give them a nice meal in the evening, hoping she would see that he really hadn't changed, but she still said nothing about how she felt. By the time she had eaten the main course he could stand it no longer. "You said that if I had this makeover you would tell me if you would be able to get back to where we were after the weekend. I love you but I need to know where I stand." "I've given this a great deal of thought throughout the day, Jacqueline." He didn't like it that she used the name he had been given for the makeover. It didn't bode well. "I still haven't come to a conclusion and I think it will take me longer than I anticipated. Until I do I want you to remain in dresses and before you ask me how long, I don't know. I hope it will be a week or so, but I really am only guessing. If you love me the way you say you do, you will do this for me." "What about work?" he asked. "I can't go to work in a dress." "No you can't, that's why I bought you some suits to wear, just in case of this happening. I take it you've seen them in your wardrobe." "I can't go to work dressed as a woman." he was truly dismayed. "Well you can't go as a man. I thought you knew that your make up is what they call permanent, of course it's not really, but it should last at least a month." Of course he'd tried to wash his face both the previous evening and morning but assumed that it needed a make up remover to take it off. Now he was distraught. "If you don't want to go into your office, you can always change your employment and be my maid for the next month." "Well I can't go to the office like this." he told her, close to tears. "Do I take it from that you are accepting the post of my maid?" He didn't like the way she was smiling as she asked him. "I don't know." "Well you have until tomorrow morning to make up your mind but be aware that our relationship won't be the same if you take the maid's job." He'd hardly eaten any of his dinner and he couldn't face any dessert at all. He waited until Sue had finished then spent the rest of the evening slowly cleaning up in the kitchen, it taking three times as long as usual, his mind just wasn't on it. He finally decided that there was nothing for it but to bite the bullet and wear the clothes to work. There was no way he was going to accept being his wife's maid. He went to bed early, saying nothing more to his wife and got up earlier than usual to allow time to remove his corset, shower, after which he had to dry his long hair, refit the corset and dress in a pastel blue suit. The only good thing to say was that the corset wasn't nearly the job he thought it might be, he'd already lost quite a bit of weight. He arrived in his office before eight o'clock, more than an hour earlier than he usually did. It was then that he had a shock. His office door was locked. He got himself a coffee and was just deciding whether to force the door when his assistant, Victoria Small arrived. "Can I help you?" she asked, obviously not recognising the strange woman in the building. "It's me Vicky, James, I'm afraid my wife got a bee in her bonnet and decided to have me find my feminine side." "My God, James." she had taken some time to believe him. "Mrs Lock told me that you weren't coming back, she gave me your job." "When did she do that?" "Friday afternoon, then she had me come in Saturday to get up to speed. That's why I locked the door, I had a number of confidential papers with figures I'd been working on and was too tired to stay and re-file them." She unlocked the door and they went in. There was no sign of any papers, but she pointed out that she'd just put them all in the desk draw. "What were they and what did she want you to do with them?" he asked. "Well if I tell you, you mustn't say anything, it's all supposed to be very secret but she's making a takeover bid for the Russet Group." "I know about that, I've already done a report on it." he replied. "What did she want you to do?" "She wanted me to go through their P & L accounts and Balance Sheet for the last two years and tell her if a bid of sixty million would be right. I couldn't see anything wrong with it, so I told her it was OK. It is OK, isn't it?" "My God." he sat down hard in the visitor's chair. "It's reasonable for the last two years trading figures, but did you think to go back further? It often happens that if a company isn't doing so well and the shareholders want out, they juggle the profits to make the company look more solvent than it is. Have a look back over five years, they can't juggle that long before it's all obvious, so look for trends in sales and margins over that time scale, also their capital asset valuations, look to see how they've increased, then tell her what you think. I believe they've doctored those figures but two years is about as long as they can get away with it." She didn't have the figures that far back, Sue hadn't given them to her, but Jacqueline was able to tell her where they were. While she started to go through them he went out to the kitchen and got them both more coffees. At a little after nine a staff member put his head round the office door. "Mrs Lock wants everyone in the conference room, it's a staff meeting, oh, sorry I didn't realise you had a visitor." "That's alright, I'll be right there." Vicky told him. "It would be really helpful if you could find my original presentation and make copies of it, oh, and write down what you find now, give it to her in writing, with the date." he told her before they had to leave. At that moment her phone rang. Sue was on the other end asking if she'd seen her husband. When she confirmed she was with him, Sue told her to send him to her office immediately. When he heard his wife's voice Jacqueline took the phone and told her he would see her at the staff meeting, then hung up. He decided that there would be no quiet office deals, Sue was going to have to tell him what was going on in front of everyone. He knew now that she hadn't expected for one moment that he would come into the office after his makeover so whatever she had planned, she would have to explain it publicly. Sue had been furious when she discovered that he'd got up and left the house in his car while she was still asleep. She'd been looking forward to forcing him to become her maid and now she would have the problem of dealing with him in the office, something she knew would carry a risk. At home she could have unveiled her secret weapon in private, his chastity device also had a remote control that would send a crippling electric shock into his genitals. She had been prepared to use it that morning if he needed convincing to stay at home, now that chance had gone. She marched along to the conference room, furious that he'd been ahead of her but determined to humiliate him. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen." she started to say as she walked into the room, then realised that someone was already talking. "I'm sorry Sue, I was just explaining how you caught me relaxing in a bra and panties on Friday when I was stressed and how you decided to punish me." he was quite calm in his demeanour, if a little flushed. "That way everyone knows the truth and there is no need to make up stories or hear wild rumours." "Take a seat Jacqueline, I have some changes to announce." He sat next to Victoria giving her a surreptitious wink as he sat. "As you have heard, I made a shocking discovery when I went home on Friday, I didn't realise that I'd married a sissy. In view of his demeanour and the mistakes he has made doing his work, I have demoted him and given his able assistant, Victoria Small, the job in his place. I'm sure you will all wish to congratulate her on her well deserved promotion. I expect you want to know what will Mr Lock be doing now. Well she is going to do something commensurate with both her talents and her new look. Jacqueline will be working in the general office helping you all with whatever little tasks she is capable of; filing, making drinks, taking lunch orders, that sort of thing, but I must insist that she is called by her proper name and that is Jacqueline." One of their senior sales team, Irene Smart, put her hand up. "Yes Irene, what is it?" "Mrs Lock, most people here are aware that I am a transgendered woman and I know of a number of others here that have a sexual orientation other than what you might call straight. Is it the new policy of the company to demote all of us?" This hit Sue below the belt for a moment. She'd forgotten Ian becoming Irene when her father ran the business, he'd talked about her several times, remarking that she made an even better sales person after her operations, but she recovered well. "No Irene, this isn't about the way Jacqueline is dressed, it is about the performance of her duties, so there is no need for anyone to worry. Now I have some exciting news for you all. I have in principle agreed on the takeover of the Russet Group, our only real rivals in this part of the world. It won't involve any redundancies in the head office here, I can guarantee it, but it will instead involve a major expansion. I would now like to thank Vicky who finalised the figures for my bid late on Friday and early Saturday morning, it is through her that we've been successful. That will be all now, so unless there are any pressing questions I'd like you all to get back to work." "Mrs Lock, may I speak to you in your office?" Vicky asked. "I want a word first with Jacqueline, so come in about fifteen minutes. Come along with me Jacqueline." When they got back to her office Sue was shaking with rage. "What do you mean, going behind my back and addressing a staff meeting?" "What do you mean about the take over? Did you up the offer? Didn't you read my report?" "You're the office girl now, I'm certainly not going to explain myself to you." "You've done it haven't you, you've paid over the odds for that company of frauds." He had only just finished the sentence when Sue took something resembling a car remote key from her bag and pressed the button. He screamed with pain and collapsed onto the floor, rolling round, clutching at his groin before passing out. It was a few minutes before he started to come round, she kicked him in the ribs to encourage him to get up which he could only slowly manage, it was him that was shaking now. "I don't want to hear another word from you." she was waiving the remote around. "If I hear you say anything that doesn't involve the words 'yes madam' you'll get another dose of that but it will be even stronger. Now go down to the general office and get on with your work girl." It was with hair in disarray and tears falling down his cheeks that Vicky saw him leave the office as she was going in. She wanted to ask him what was going on but judged it the wrong time. "Yes Vicky, what was it you wanted?" Sue asked. "It's about the Russet Group figures that you gave me to look at." "Thank you for that Vicky, you did a great job." Sue was now feeling very content. "You know I pointed out that they had increased their head office building valuation from about 18,3 million to 24.5 million in that time, which I said was a lot above the inflation rate for office space?" Sue nodded, she remembered that James had been going on, something about office valuations. "Yes I think they told me they had a revaluation done then." "Well I went back over the valuations for the three years previous to the ones I had. Did you know that five years ago it was valued at less than three million and was increasing at a generous five percent a year. Then two years ago the valuation jumped from about 3.3 million to the 18.3 million. Now I know the office buildings in that part of town, there are empty ones all over the place, my guess is that they'd be lucky to get the original three million for it now so that means that, of their profits for the last two years totalling twenty two million over the twenty four months, out of that twenty one million is what I recon they've made from over valuing their building. They've really only made about half a million in each of the last two years, which when you take into account their capital tied up, represents losses not profits." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Sue suddenly felt rather sick. "You only let me see the last two years figures, it wasn't until James, I mean Jacqueline, told me where the older ones were and pointed me in the right direction, that I was able to see what had gone on. Here, I've put it all down on paper." Vicky handed her a written report then asked if she wanted anything else. She didn't, but she blamed her husband for the mess she was in, forgetting that he had already given her a detailed paper, reporting on exactly what Vicky was now pointing out. She hadn't bothered to read it all, just assuming that for some personal reason he just didn't want her to succeed in the take over. Vicky went back to her office, leaving Sue to sulk and in the meantime Jacqueline was now making himself busy helping out in the general office. Several of the staff actually asked him if he was all right, he was looking so pale and shaking so much, it took a long time for him to get over the shock he had received from his wife. At least the staff were sympathetic, most had known him a long time and they found it difficult to believe his problems were of his own making. Irene made a special point of looking him up and asked him if there was any way she could help him. He politely declined, saying it was his problem but thanking her profusely. She knew that it was largely his intervention on her behalf that kept her employed through her transition, when Sue's father had been the one in charge. She also knew that when the old man was alive he relied heavily on James, swearing that he could almost make numbers speak. He started to do various staffs' filing, but it wasn't long before one of them spoke for them all. She told him that they would do their own filing and that he wasn't to touch it. He salved his conscience by ensuring they all had a steady supply of tea or coffee. At five o'clock he went down to drive home and discovered that his car wasn't there. He went back up to the office, prepared to telephone the police to report it stolen, but was intercepted by his wife. "My car's not there." he told her. "Of course not Jacqueline, the office girl isn't supplied with a company car but you're in luck, I'll give you a lift for now, but in future, when you want to travel at a time inconvenient to me, you'll have to go by bus." Sue told him. He got into her car and they drove home in another frosty silence. When they arrived though, Sue had news for him. "I'm not giving you free board and lodging in my house Jacqueline, if you want to stay here you will do so as a working arrangement." They got out of the car once it was parked in their garage, as usual, but this time she hesitated in the short corridor between the internal door to the garage and the kitchen door which it led to. Between the two was a door to the left that he knew led up stairs to a small flat over the garage that he knew hadn't been used for years, but now he knew where the paint smell that he'd noticed on Saturday was coming from. "That is where you live from now on Jacqueline. I had the flat decorated for you in your position of housemaid. Go up there and you will find the uniform that you will wear while you are in my service. Bring me a gin and tonic in the library once you have changed and then you can start cooking my meal. Get one thing straight: I now have a full time maid when she isn't working as office girl. You will eat after you've served my meal and that includes standing by me to top up my drinks or anything else I might want. After I've finished with you, and you've cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, then you can have your meal, not before." In shock he made his way up the stairs, followed by her shouting: "And don't forget to curtsey to me, when you see me, when I give you instructions and when you leave my presence and you don't speak unless spoken to. You know what will happen if you disobey me." When he got to the bed/sitting room he saw that with all the preparations she'd made, it was obvious this was what Sue had planned from the start. His uniform was now laid out on the bed. It was similar to that worn by Gigi, the maid where he was made over, except it was bright pink. On the back of the door was a list of his duties, from seven in the morning, working at the office and not finishing until eleven at night, or later if required. It listed all the cooking, cleaning, laundry and ironing as well as 'personal services'. He was disgusted, it specified no time off at all. When he got the dress on it was even shorter on him than on Gigi, perhaps because he was an inch or two taller, it meant that the bright red panties frequently flashed from under the froth of white crinolines that held the skirt out at right angles. He did note that it wasn't quite as low cut, he didn't have the real breasts that Gigi had. The shoes he saw immediately had five inch heels. Yet again he could barely manage to walk. Once he had the stupid little excuse for a cap pinned to his head, with its trailing pink ribbons hanging behind, he made his dangerous way down the stairs and into the kitchen to pour Sue's drink. She had placed a silver tray on a work surface with a note to use it. He took the drink in, curtseyed, placed the drink beside her, curtseyed again and left the room. He had just started on the evening meal when he heard a bell ringing. At first he ignored it but suddenly it was as if he was punched in the groin. The pain didn't last as long as in her office earlier, but it took his breath away so he hurried to find out what it was she wanted. "You didn't bring me any nibbles. Get them." There was no please or thank you but he now was beginning to accept that as being the norm. He took her in a platter with stuffed olives and nuts, remembering to curtsey both ways. The meal went off without any communication other than the essentials, Sue went back to the library for a while, but it was still quite early when she told him she was ready for bed and that he had to fulfil his bedchamber duties. That entailed helping her undress, take out her clothes she intended wearing the next day ready to press, and then she insisted that he get between her thighs to treat her with his tongue before she went to sleep. "I expect you're quite uncomfortable in that chastity tube while you're doing this, aren't you Jacqueline?" she mocked him, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "Oh no madam, I have to find something attractive before that happens." She said nothing but he could tell she was furious and it wasn't long before she released him for the night. The next morning he assumed that he had to wear his uniform, pale lilac this time, to serve her breakfast, then change to go into the office. Everything went as he had expected, helping to bathe her, dry and dress her, then serve her breakfast. Then she called him into the dining room. "I understand that the staff won't give you any jobs, but you are making their drinks, is that correct?" "It's not my doing, Madam, I assure you, I've offered to do their filing and run any errands, but they won't give me any." "It's of no matter, but as you're only acting as a maid there as well as at my home, I think it appropriate that you keep your uniform on. Get your purse and we'll go." When he got to the office the staff were even more sympathetic when they saw how he was dressed, it occurred to him that without their support he wouldn't have been able to cope. It was Irene again who spoke frankly to him. "I'm sorry James." she started to say. "I think you'd better call me Jacqueline, Irene," he insisted, "I don't want you to run foul of my wife." "Alright then, Jacqueline," she continued, "I can't help but notice that you seem to be wearing something over your bits, I know it's none of my business..." "You're right, my wife had me fitted with a chastity device but the worst of it is that she has a remote control that she can use to give me an electric shock through it." "My God, that's assault, you should get the police here, do you want me to do it?" "That's very kind of you Irene, but I need to sort this out myself if I can. Just bear in mind that I might do or say things here that I'm forced to." At that moment one of the secretaries came to tell him that Mrs Lock wanted him in her office. He made his way there, wondering what new torment she had in mind for him. "I want you to go home at lunchtime today Jacqueline." she had a hint of a smile on her face. "I'm having a guest to dinner tonight, so I need you to prepare one of your special meals. Four courses plus cheese and I want it ready to serve at seven o'clock, now run along." When he returned to the general office, Irene asked him what was going on, so he told her. "You're not catching a bus dressed like that, she told you to go home at lunchtime, so I'll take my break when you do and run you in my car." Jacqueline was learning what true friends are. Once home he was faced with preparing the meal. It occurred to him to do something like baked beans on toast but decided that the pain he would suffer wouldn't make it worthwhile. Instead he made a soup entree, grilled salmon fillets with salad for the fish course, rack of lamb with the trimmings for the main course, and a Pavlova for the dessert. He put suitable wines ready for each course and port for the cheese. It was a more elaborate meal than he intended, but he was the type of person who couldn't do a bad job. There was just one precaution he thought of. Assuming that his wife was going to wave a new lover in front of him that night, he ground up some anti-histamine tablets that he'd been prescribed but not used, ready to garnish any prospective lover's dishes. He worked on the assumption that they would considerably reduce any bedtime performance as they induced sleepiness. At the last minute he took the cordless phone from the library, assuming that Sue wouldn't be going in there, and placed it in his bedroom. He wanted to be able to contact the outside world, but at that moment didn't have a clue as to who. Just as he had feared, his wife walked in at six thirty, later than usual and obviously under the influence of drinks on the way home with an ex-boyfriend, Greg Jackson, who he recognised. "Good evening Jacqueline, this is Mr Jackson, he'll be staying the night as my wimp of a husband is away, but there's no need to make up another bed." "Yes Madam." was all he said and curtseyed. He had no intention of letting her see that anything was going to upset him. He was upset though. Even though he knew it was coming; he'd made preparations for it for goodness sake, but the reality of his wife about to break her wedding vows hit him hard. It took a steely resolve to carry out service of the meal and drinks, especially as, consuming more to drink, his wife carried out a complete character assassination of him to Jackson, whenever he was in the room with them. When they had finished the meal, Sue then kissed the man on the lips and suggested that they go upstairs. "Jacqueline, I want you to go straight to your room now, I don't want any interruptions." She followed him to the foot of the stairs leading to the room over the garage. "I'm going to lock you in, I don't want you getting jealous. You can come home from work tomorrow lunchtime again to do the clearing up." He was aware it was late but he knew his sister Jenny kept late hours and she was the only person he could think of to talk to. He wasn't wrong to assume that he would reach a friendly ear. He spent quite a lot of time telling her of everything that had happened, he even went into the detail of the take over bid. "That's why she's done it now!" Jenny exclaimed. "She wanted to get you out the way so she could have her vanity project." "What do you mean 'now'?" he asked. "Don't you remember, when you were first dating Sue, I told you to mention to her about your dressing up? You told me that you couldn't possibly because you might lose her and I said that I could do it in a way that she would understand. Well I did it and she said that she didn't care, especially when I explained that you usually only did it when you were under pressure. What are you going to do about it?" "I haven't the slightest idea." he was lost in this new revelation. "Listen, I don't think you have any future with her. I know this really good divorce lawyer, he's shit hot if you'll excuse the French, I'll give you his number. Ring him when you get a chance tomorrow, I'll talk to him first thing and fill him in with the background so you don't need to spend too long on the phone, I'm sure he'll suggest pulling you out of there before she causes you permanent injury, OK?" He reluctantly agreed and took down the number, telling her he'd ring during the day tomorrow when he had a chance. After he hung up the phone he set the alarm on it, giving him the excuse for having the phone in his bedroom if she should miss it in the night. As it happened she didn't. She was far too grumpy about the result of her planned night of unbridled sex. Her boyfriend was yawning even as he undressed, then it was a quick fumble, he came almost immediately and promptly fell asleep. They overslept in the morning so all he had time to do was to have a quick wash and rush off to work. Of course Jacqueline didn't know all the details, but it was quite obvious from her demeanour that his wife hadn't enjoyed her evening as much as she would have liked. There was again a stony silence as she drove them both to work but this time it wasn't him that was so upset. He went to work straight away, organising coffees for the staff, but he'd only just got to their break room when Vicky came hurrying in. "James, your wife has given me a day off, she says it's for all the work I did at the weekend, but I've found out that there's a shareholder's meeting at this afternoon, I think she wants me out of the way. I guess she thinks she's also sabotaged any possible attempt you might make to tell them the true state of the Russet Group. I found out about it from Carol in Marketing, she's been told to lay out folders for them to use." "Did you ever get the copies of those reports by you and me, Vicky?" he asked. "Funny you should say that." she opened her briefcase and showed him a sheaf of papers. "Do you think you could get your friend to slip one of each of those into the notepads she puts out, not my wife's, but everybody else?" He had remembered something quite significant. It was certainly true that Sue controlled the majority of the shares in the business from day to day and normally that wouldn't be questioned. With an acquisition as large as this though, she needed a formal board meeting with the shareholders, to approve it. She held only about a forty percent of the shares in her own name, about twenty percent were held by her mother and the rest by an uncle and two cousins. With Vicky on her errand he decided that now was the time to phone the solicitor that Jenny had recommended, he used his old office as somewhere private to do it and it wasn't long before he was getting in a car outside their building. Meanwhile Sue was patting herself on the back. She was sure that all the pessimistic things James had said about Russets were groundless, after all she knew they had to have their accounts audited each year and something as remiss as he was making out would surely have been picked up. What she didn't realise was that the auditors had refused to sign off the previous year's figures and hadn't yet seen the latest ones. At two o'clock she had the family gathered, she explained that James was busy with the takeover preparations, so he couldn't be there, she passed on his apologies. She gave her short presentation of the reasons the takeover would be in their best interests and everything seemed to be going well. It was when one of her cousins started to get bored and flicked through the pages of a folder in front of him that he noticed the reports. Now he may have been easily bored, but he wasn't stupid. "Why do these reports say that Russets are only worth around forty million at most and you're saying we can get it for sixty?" he asked her. Sue ran round and snatched the papers away from the man. "I'm sorry those are out of date reports, they shouldn't have been put out." "This one is only dated yesterday." her mother stated in a very loud voice. At that moment the door opened and a man and woman walked in. "Mrs Sue Lock?" the woman asked her. "Yes, I'm sorry you'll have to wait, this is a private meeting." "Mrs Sue Lock, my name is Detective Chief Inspector Grey," the woman continued as if Sue hadn't spoken, "I am arresting you for slavery, for unlawful imprisonment and causing grievous bodily harm to Mr James Lock, other charges may follow. In the meantime I must caution you that if you do not mention now something that you later rely on in court it will be held against you, anything you do say may be later given in evidence." She took a tight grip on Sue's arm and the male police officer placed handcuffs on her. Of course there was no reason that anyone in the office would have know about this, but somehow word had got round that the police were there to arrest her and by the time she was taken downstairs nearly all the staff were there to witness her being led away. Needless to say, the board meeting reached no formal conclusion, so the bid for Russets fell by the wayside. From the other side of the road, Jacqueline had a good view of her being placed in the police car. "That's only a fraction of the humiliation she heaped on me." he told the solicitor and his driver, sat in the car before he was taken on to hospital. He had been advised to have the burns on his privates examined, discovered when they had a locksmith remove his the chastity device. When he eventually got home late in the afternoon it was to an empty house. Sue had been served with an injunction, preventing her coming within five hundred feet of him. She wanted to stay with her mother, but was told she was too disgusted at what her daughter had done. She told her that she remembered her saying that James' sister Jenny had said about him dressing up and, having been asked for advice, had counselled her daughter that there would be no problems. She only now, that her father had passed away, told her that he quite liked a bit of 'girl time' himself occasionally and she had no problem with it or him. Sue had to borrow the money to stay in a hotel as their bank accounts had been frozen. He had to stay in Jacqueline mode for several weeks, until the make up had faded sufficiently that the residue could be removed with solvents. The criminal case was taken to court first. Sue got away with a lengthy term of probation on the understanding that a large sum would be paid to her husband in restitution and that she would only have contact with him under strictly limited conditions. The amount was actually increased in the civil court when her mother testified that Sue knew about his predilection before they married. She also swore that for a number of years the expansion of the businesses was down to James' guidance and that he had saved the business at least twenty million pounds, thanks to his advice. On the understanding that Sue would keep the house, he was given three quarters of their other assets, about a million on their own. Sue also relinquished thirty of her forty percent of shares in the company, still leaving her a comfortable retirement income on the ten percent she had left in way of share dividends. With his now substantial shareholding, the others voted James in as Managing Director so he was happy to leave Vicky in her new position, but under his guidance. As a postscript it might be interesting to note that he and Vicky were married two years later. They both wore beautiful gowns for the ceremony on a Caribbean beach. The takeover? Five months after the aborted board meeting, James bought out the Russet Group for twenty two million, just as they were on the point of going bankrupt.