That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't ...elieve you. Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't be getting any clients that will pay your food bill. Not even the nutty ones. Get out of here!" she screamed at Ruth.Ruth left. She pondered for three days about taking revenge on Hilde and finally came up with a plan. She carefully observed the time that Hilde went into. Bah, the nerve of that man, she thought, shaking her head. With the Duke gone, she chanced another pass through the room. A few old letters turned up in the small writing desk in the corner. She dully memorized their contents, although the missives were nothing but standard official correspondence. Some of which dated back to the Duke’s father. She paced the room, searching for any hidden compartments that might show themselves. Not likely, but taking the opportunity to snoop was part of her. What had I to lose? I knew I hadn't a snowball's chance in hell of getting the job, but in this case, it was definitely an honor just to be nominated. Still, I spent a nice chunk of the next week prepping for my interview, so as to not utterly embarrass myself. A science consultant position might not be a bad career choice if I really can't stand academia, and making a good impression now may get me some useful connections down the road.I didn't tell anyone about it though, not even Morgan or. As seen from my previous stories I don’t believe in forcing or threatening for sex. I create an atmosphere where the lady herself agrees for it. I am thankful to all for your tremendous response to my previous stories.So coming straight to the story. This happened when I was fresh to my new job at a marketing company. The girl about whom this story is Pragya (name changed for privacy) aged about the same as me, 24 years. She was a new joinee at my workplace. A little about her. She was actually.