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A mission in Australia turns upside down
I fucking hate new year. I mean seriously, groups of people all over the globe huddled together and counting down to midnight as if this wasn't something that happened every day of the year. The cycle of day and night has been with us forever so what's so special about the fact of a single digit changing on the date? What's more everybody stands around with their champagne in self congratulatory mode as if to say, "Nice one, we made it to 2014!" It's almost as if this wouldn't have happened if they hadn't all been there together, performing this magic, ritualistic countdown!

But enough about my rantings on new year, this story recounts events that, as you might have guessed, start on one particular new year's eve when I was, of course, in good spirits. I had just been posted to the Sydney office for a six month project, and was set to arrive in Sydney airport on the 30th, giving me just enough time to get over the worst of the jetlag before the big event.

I had been in contact with my soon-to-be boss Miss Godani from back in Paris. She had advised that I attend a special new year's company party. Why you'd want to spend your new year with your colleagues is beyond me. Under normal circumstances I would have never even consider it, but I was just starting out this new project and leading it so it really would have been remiss of me not to make an appearance at least.

As well as my professional conscience, Miss Godani had sounded a little suggestive in her final mail. It's hard to interpret subtle nuances when written down and I often misinterpret tone of voice for example. Also she was an Australian of Italian descent, neither cultures of which I was very au fait with and from experience cultural differences also have a way of complicating matters. Nevertheless, I couldn't help wondering.

Having successfully negotiated luggage reclaim and customs, I made my way out to the taxi rank and was greeted by an Australian summer. Coming from a European winter this was very agreeable but needless to say I was hopelessly overdressed and the initial warmth soon turned to overbearing heat and I just wanted to strip down but between my suitcase, laptop, hand baggage, and water bottle I was struggling to cope as it was without any other gymnastics.

As I was waiting in line for a cab a call came through from Miss Godani who said she was just arriving at the airport to pick me up. After about fifteen more minutes suffering in the heat she drew up beside me and hung her head out of the window, her long dark hair whirling around slightly in her face making her look rather disheveled although she had something that struck me.

"G'day!" I smiled broadly at her and immediately regretted my choice of greeting as she frowned back at me. What made me come out with these clichés?

I tried a more formal "It's nice to finally get to meet you Miss Godani. How are you?" to cover my previous gaffe.

"You must be James," she said very matter of factly. "Well get in then and I'll brief you."

I thought I noticed a stifled grin as she said it and wondered if she was kidding around, but when I looked back at her, she fixed my slightly quizzical gaze and her face crisped. I was already feeling slightly lost and disarmed, so I just put my things on the back seat and took the seat next to her in silence.

The journey into Sydney was just under an hour so I had to try and remain attentive and tried to give a good account of myself despite my tiredness from the journey. She was my direct superior so I had to be on my best behaviour. It struck me that she seemed very young to be in her position however but I put this down to her determined nature. She had olive skin that perhaps made her seem younger than she actually was but if my memory served me well she was about my age(mid thirties). Her dress and manner oozed authority and even on the road the other cars seemed to part for her.

She filled me in on a few details of the project and questioned me at length on my previous experiences in the field, so that it almost seemed like an interview. This six month project that I was hoping would be a nice jaunt in the sun was turning into something quite different. The images in my head of drinking Victoria Bitter on Bondi beach were starting to fade rapidly! Miss Godani (who still hadn't suggested that I call her by her Christian name, despite calling me James) dropped me off at the hotel and said to catch up on some sleep and to dress sharp for the new year's party the following day.

I was in the Metropolitan Hotel on Bridge Street, conveniently situated just a couple of streets from the office in the old Macquarie's Bank building. I checked in and fell into my bed to try and recover a bit. I woke up several hours later and decided to have a walk around the area and was slightly put out to see that it was essentially a business area and not really the best place for a stroll. I ended up heading to Dawes Point for dinner to at least get a view of Sydney Harbour. I ate quickly, walked it off on the way back to the Metropolitan and shut myself in for the night with a bottle of wine and some hotel porn.

The next day I got up late and only moved from my room to go and eat and have a quick swim in the pool. I started preparing myself quite early, took a long shower and tried to prepare something so that I looked sharp as Miss Godani had asked. Not really knowing what Australian sharp meant, and assuming that since this was an office party of sorts but not during working hours, I settled for some blue jeans that showed of my ass nicely, a crisp white shirt and some brown shoes with matching belt. I definitely looked good, and professional enough to command respect from my new subordinates.

When I arrived at the party around 10pm and explained at the reception who I was, he informed me that Miss Godani would sadly not be able to make it this evening but was glad that I made it back from the airport without any trouble and looked forward to seeing me in the office on Thursday. I couldn't read the woman, I mean she was the one who brought me back from the airport. Was this her way of saying that I wouldn't have made it if she hadn't been there to help me or something? I couldn't wait to get upstairs and have a strong drink, this woman was messing with my head already! Well, the fact that she wasn't going to be around was perhaps a blessing at least. The woman at the reception called up to advise someone of my arrival and wished me a nice evening.

I jumped in the elevator, pushed the button for the fourth floor and checked my hair. As the doors opened I took a deep breath and stepped out to be greeted by Miss Godani! Was this some kind of joke or corporate test or something? I was completely destabilised and yet intrigued and captivated at the same time.

"Hi," I said, trying not to show my disarray "I though that you weren't going to be able to make it this evening?"

"You do look sharp," she replied "Well done; now lets go and get you a drink James, you look like you've seen a ghost."

I followed her and couldn't help noticing how great her ass looked in the tight fitting skirt that she was wearing. I wasn't the only one either, as we crossed the room several pairs of eyes diverted their gaze. When we arrived at the bar, Miss Godani took things in hand.

"Two vodkas with ice" she said to the young barman without even consulting me.

"Fuck Champagne and prissy cock... tails," she said, "We need real drinks."

Was it me imagining things or had she really just put a considerable emphasis on the word cock?

"Welcome to Australia James, I know that you're going to serve me well."

"Thank you, I..." I said but before I could finish she downed her vodka and started moving away from the bar. I quickly downed mine and followed in her wake.

She said a few hellos as we made our way through the crowd and made some very brief introductions but I rather felt like we were on an express train, with her the driver and I very much the freight. I did find her attractive, and she certainly didn't lack in sex appeal, but it was more than that, she seemed to control me in a way I was no longer used to. I was the big success story in Paris, my team had saved the company millions and hence my being sent out here, to lead not follow.

"Now, let me show you a good view of Sydney from the rooftop," she said.

I followed.

I had heard someone call her by her Christian name 'Sarah' and since she seemed to have relaxed a bit, while in the stairwell, my eyes still on her ass, I asked, "Sarah, how long have you been in the company exactly?"

She stopped and slowly turned around to face me.

"Miss Godani you mean James?"

"Well, I just thought that..."

Before I could finish my sentence she slapped me across the cheek. Not enough to really hurt me, but plenty enough to shock the hell out of me.

"I beg you pardon James?" she said calmly, " I thought we had established earlier that you were here to serve me. I require respect, obedience and discipline from you. Is that too much to expect?"

"I... no, I..." I stammered.

"No, Miss Godani," she insisted.

"No, Miss Godani," I acquiesced.

She gently caressed my cheek where she had struck me, before placing her two hands on my chest, moving them out around my arms, down to my wrists. She gently pushed them behind my back and took my upper lip between hers. I felt like a bolt of electricity had just run through me and then felt the cold metal clip around my wrists.

To be continued...

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