Chapter 1

We had looked forward to moving to California every since we got married 3 years ago. Bill is in construction and I had a job as a Secretary in a Doctors office. Our plan was to work hard and save enough money for the move and have enough for a down payment and 6 months payments. So we worked hard and finally got to the point where we could make the move, only for 5 and half months Bill has not been able to get the type of Job we were told he could before we left Toledo. In Toledo, he was making between $18-26.00 an hour as a plumber.

We were told he had a job here in California with PG&E, starting at $30.00 an hour. However, when we arrived, the slot was filled and now we are barely getting by. Bill's license in Ohio, it seems, is not good enough here, so he has to start as a Journeyman (or something). Anyway, he is working now, however unless that slot opens up in the next two weeks, we are going to start getting behind on our house payments. The plan was we would move here, Bill would get the promised job; I would get pregnant and stay home to raise the children while he supported us. We talked the situation over last night and we both agreed I would start to look for a job while we waited for his slot to open. Once he started working for PG&E, I would quit and we would go back to our original plan.

After Bill left for work, I put on a nice work dress like I would wear in Toledo and went and got a paper. Sitting down drinking coffee, I circled help wanted ads for jobs that I could probably fill and began my tour around Orange County to find a job. The third place I stopped at was this huge New Car dealership. The ad said Cashier/Secretary wanted - Interviews between 10 and 11, so when I got there, I saw a room full of women. I spoke to the Owner's private secretary and she told me it would be a while before they talked to me. This was the first time that I had seen other women competing for a job like this and they were all dressed a lot differently than I.

Some of the women were dressed down right sleazy while others dressed very casually. I was the only woman there that had on a dress that went past her knees. You should have seen the Secretary; My God, she dressed the same as a streetwalker in Toledo. She wore one of the shortest skirts that I had ever seen on a woman her age. What really stood out was her garter belt and stockings. I could easily see her nipples through her top. I waited my turn and I started to think this was going to be an all day interview. In one hour, he had only interviewed two women, actually more like girls. I am not putting age down; after all, I was 19 once and the women here ranged from 18 to 50, I thought. Being 25, I had a feeling I stood a chance.

I asked the Secretary where the ladies room was and she directed me to her private facility, so I would not lose? My place in line by going down to the public restroom. I went in and sat down; I find it a lot easer to relax if I read something, so since she had a little magazine rack, I fumbled through it and discovered they were almost all porno magazines. Now don't get me wrong; Bill and I have both enjoyed some porn tapes once or twice a month and I don't think there was anything that we had not tried. Ever since we knew each other, our sex life has been better than I would have imagined. We both love to do things to spark up our sex life and masturbation is one of them. Lately when Bill was getting home, he has been so tired that he would eat, read the paper and go straight to bed. Since he has to get up at 3:30 every morning, Last night we barely had time to talk. I picked up the Playgirl and looked through it and I loved that centerfold. I do love looking at a large flaccid man. I try and picture what it would look like hard.

I flipped to the letter section and began to read them. It did not take long for me to forget why I came into the restroom because after four days and nights of not having sex, all of a sudden, I was horny as hell. I kept reading, opened my legs, and began to take steps to change that. I laid the Magazine down on the floor in front of me, leaving it open so I could look at the centerfold. I imagined my mouth working that cock hard, to the point that he would throw me down to the floor, rip off my panties and fuck me for hours. I climaxed and when I opened my eyes, I had my legs wide open, my dress was a mess and I had to pee.

I straightened myself out and went back out to the waiting area to sit with the rest of the women. I no more than sat down when the Secretary's phone rang and she motioned for me to come to her desk. I stood up and walked over and she said "Mr. Ballard will see you now."

That surprised me because I was sure there were 6 women still ahead of me, but I wasn't going to argue. I went inside and his office was big, but then if he owned this place, why not? He asked me to sit down and read my application, and then he began "I see you are new to the area, dear. Tell me how do you like California?" I told him "I love the weather and the way of life, but if I don't get a job soon, we will have to go back to Ohio." He said, "I see you have been married 3 years and you do not have children yet. I take it that is by choice?" I said, "Yes, we want a stable life to raise children in." He said, "I see you were a secretary before. Today I am looking for a cashier and in time she will become my personal Secretary as Jane is going to be leaving soon. Would you mind starting out at $9.50 for now and if things work out, I'll move you up to take Jane's job? She is making between 12-16 an hour. I was surprised at his request. I said, "sure, of course I would." Every job I had come across was starting at minimum wage.

He said "you'll have to take a lie detector test for us and I think if you pass it, you have the job" I responded with a very questioning comeback. "Lie detector?" He said, "Yes, today we have a choice of drug test or Lie Detector. I feel I get better information from the polygraph. I'm sorry if that is a problem, but in order to be hired, I have to insist on it." I looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and said, "That is fine. Where and when?' Mr. Ballard said, "Since the interviews are now, I have the polygraph set up down the hall. I am to have you read these questions prior to taking it so you have an idea what you will be asked."

He handed me a paper and I sat and read it. The questions were plain and they seemed simple enough; they started out with age, date of birth and such, and then they went into questions about my previous employer. There were questions about theft and borrowing items from my place of work. I did not find anything objectionable until I got to the most personal questions. Then I saw questions dealing in the area of sex. When I read the question have you been faithful to your partner in your marriage? Did you marry as a Virgin? Do you keep things from your spouse in the areas of sex out of embarrassment? I looked up and said, "Mr. Ballard, why are there such personal questions here in the area of sex? That is a very private thing; I don't understand why any employer would want to know about my sex life and my marriage."

He smiled sat back in his chair and said "You know every person that I hand that to reads it and always stops there and ask the exact same question. I do not make up the test; as I understand it, when it comes to sex in a person's life, they seem to have very strong emotions in such personal questions. I am told that part of the measuring device used in the Polygraph is to measure a person's truthfulness. You don't have to take the test if you do not wish to; I just cannot hire you if you don't. Do you want to take it or not Pam?"

I looked at him and said "Oh I see. Well, since you explained it like that, I can live with it. Sure where do I go?" He directed me and I went into a little room with a middle-aged man. He asked me to sit down and I did. After about 30 minutes, I was unhooked and went back to the waiting room. All the other women were gone and it was only Jane and myself. I kept going over in my mind all the yes and no questions he asked and it seemed that over half were in the area of sex. God, those questions brought back all kinds of memories. At one point, I almost decided to get up and go home. I told him the truth and it started to piss me off when he would ask the same question again and again. I figured it was to make sure I was telling the truth.

The way he asked me about my first sexual experience was slow and mind blowing. He asked it like "did you have a sexual experience prior to the age of 18" then 17, then 16. Then he asked "did you first experience masturbation prior to age 18," then 17, all the way down to age 14. But when he asked me if I ever had fantasized about doing this or that, (different things sexually.) I did answer them all then, I had to finely say that I was really not comfortable with the questions at all. I finally stopped him and told him that. He told me it was the strongest emotion in me and it was how they could tell about my truthfulness.

I sat there and just stewed. I kept my eye on Jane; God, she looked like such a slut. I mean I saw man after man walk up to her desk and they would kiss her, and she would leave for a moment or two, and then come back. I swear I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties one time as she sat back down. Finally the phone rang and she told me that Mr. Ballard wanted to see me. I went inside and he sat there reading a report of some kind. He motioned for me to sit down, which I did. After a few minutes of reading, he looked up and said to me. "Honey from what I see here, you are exactly the girl I am looking for. I was almost sure prior to our interview and now I am sure. Tell you what - just to help you and your husband out, let me give you an advance loan to help you two with your house payment and I'll deduct it out of your pay over, say, one two or three years without interest whatever you want. Will $1,000.00 be enough or would you need 2?"

To say that his words surprised me is an understatement. I almost stammered when I said "Ah sure, that would be nice. One thousand would be great. If you took out $30.00 a month, how long would it take to pay you back?" He said "just under three years, but don't worry about that." He picked up the phone and said to Jane "Sweety, cut Pam here a check for $1,000.00 and do an in-house loan with no interest for a three year period and make Pam feel at home."

I said "When would you like me to start?" He said, "come in tomorrow and we'll get you started." Then he said "Pam, I don't know if you noticed or not, but the women that work for me do not wear pants, or shorts or even pant suits. I like your choice of clothing; can I expect you to wear the same type of clothes here to work?" I was surprised at his remark, however I assured him this was my normal work attire. For the next hour, Jane had me filling out all kinds of papers, signing here and signing there. I drove back home with a huge smile and one sore wrist. I couldn't wait to tell Bill about my adventure today.

It took me a good month to learn all about the receipts and such and then, exactly 30 days after I had started, I was called up to Mr. Ballard's office and I was told to bring my cash drawer. I arrived at his office and saw Jane smiling a rather happy smile and she buzzed Mr. Ballard. I went in and he motioned me to sit down. I did not see the same smiling face I had seen for the last month; instead I saw a very stern-looking man sitting behind his desk. Also in the room were two other men. He said "Pam, this is detective Clark and detective Gary from downtown. We need to ask you some questions, dear. Remember today when Mr. Basset came in and paid you the $1,800.00 for his service work?" I said, "yes, I remember" He then said, "hand Detective Clark your drawer and unlock it please." I did and he moved over to a table and began counting my drawer.

As he started to count, Mr. Ballard said, "I have to tell you, dear, that I am very disappointed in you. About four days after you started working, accounting noticed that you came up $100.00 short, and then it was two hundred, then three. I contacted the Police. Detective Clark, along with Mr. Basset, helped to set up a little sting with marked bills." I was shaken to the core and I could not believe what I was hearing. Then when Detective Clark said to Mr. Ballard "There is $1,000.00 missing, all in the marked bills." He turned to me and asked, "Where is your purse?" I told him it was in the bottom right drawer of my desk." He asked, "Is it locked?" I said "yes"; he then asked me to please come with him, as he wanted to retrieve my purse. He said to his partner, "inform Mr. Ballard what the next steps are and we will be right back."

We walked to my desk and I unlocked it. I took out the purse and handed it to Detective Clark. We walked back upstairs to Mr. Ballard's office. I sat down and Detective Clark placed my purse in front of me on Mr. Ballard's desk. He opened it, reached in and, after fumbling around; he pulled out a small roll of bills. I felt trapped. I said, "That's not mine. I mean I didn't put that it in there. Someone is trying to frame me. My God Mr. Ballard, I would never steal from you, never." I began to cry - I felt so helpless. Then I heard Detective Clark say to Mr. Ballard "all you need to do is sign this complaint and we'll take her to jail. With the video of her taking the money and us finding it in her purse from her locked desk, we have an airtight case. Sign that and we'll be out of here and you won't see this bitch again. For about 15 years"

I was bawling now. I could not understand why, how, I mean I was, never short, I never stole any money. I knew I didn't put that money in my purse. I heard Mr. Ballard say "can you two give me a few minutes alone with Pam here? I want to talk with her before I sign any papers putting her in jail." Clark said, "sure, we'll wait outside with Jane, but if I were you, I wouldn't waste your time. Thieves like her need to be in jail."

The detectives walked out of the office and Mr. Ballard spoke softly to me. He said, "Dear, dear Pam, I trusted you. How could you? I mean if you needed the money, I would have given it to you. After all, I gave you that thousand dollars your first day. Why did you do this?' I looked at him and said "but I didn't! I don't know what is going on. I never took one penny from you. I have no idea how that money got in my purse." He looked at me and said "I am going to tell you this one time and one time only. If you insist on trying to tell me that you did not do what all this evidence proves that you did, I will sign that paper. If you are honest with me and admit that you did take, what is it, $4,750.00 in your first month working with us, I will see if there is a way to keep you out of jail. Not only that, but if you do admit it, I will go ahead with promoting you to take Jane's place in the company, along with doubling your hourly pay. I can live with a thief working for me, but I won't stand for a fucking liar with evidence like this. Are you ready to go to Prison for 15 years, lose your husband, your home, your future?" I sat there with my mind spinning. If I told the truth, I would be going to jail; if I admitted to stealing his money, he would not press charges. I could not believe it; lie and I'm OK, don't lie and I go to jail. He looked at me and said "Come on, Pam, admit it. Did you take all this money or not?" I looked at him and said softly "yes, I took the missing money." I saw him smile and then he said. "OK. Now just one more thing before I call the Detectives back in here. I want you to write down in your own handwriting and admit to me that you stole my money and how sorry you are. If you don't, off to jail you go."

He slid a pad of paper in front of me and said very sternly "Write." I picked up the pen and wrote down that I admitted to stealing money from my cash drawer and how sorry I was. I also wrote down that I would do anything to make it up to him and his company. I also wrote that if he gave me a second chance, I would re-pay every penny missing. I signed it and gave him the paper and told him I was sorry and that I would do anything to make it up to him. Mr. Ballard asked "You'll do ANYTHING to make it up to me, right?" I said, "Yes, sir, I can prove to you that I am not a thief, just trust me and I'll prove it." I knew the minute I said that it was the wrong thing to say.

He said almost angry "What? One minute you tell me you did it, and then you try and tell me you didn't. What the fuck is it bitch? Did you or didn't you? Are you trying to trick me into not pressing charges or what?" I was so confused, I couldn't think. I said "No, I mean yes, I did take it, I mean I just want to make it up to you, that is all." He leaned back again, smiled and called Jane. When the two detectives walked back in, he handed the paper I wrote and signed to Detective Clark. Clark read it and congratulated him on sealing the arrest with my written confession. I almost fainted; I could not believe he had tricked me like that.

Mr. Ballard said to Clark. "I have a question, Detective - what happens if I don't sign the complaint? I mean, would this be put down as a closed case or what?" I guess what he said caught Clark off guard. Clark said "Mr. Ballard, if you don't sign the complaint, we can't do a damn thing." Mr. Ballard then said "can you hold it as an open file or something for awhile? I want to give her a second chance; I think I can work this out with Mrs. Jackson here." Clark looked at him and almost sharply said "You call us in, we do a sting and you want us to fucking hold it?" Mr. Ballard said, "Yes Detective, can you?" Clark said "I can keep this open for three years. After that, I file it in the trash. Go ahead, I know thieves like this; she can't stop taking money. I would bet that you'll be calling me back in less than a week. I will take all the evidence and hold it; give me a call when you change your mind."

He gathered all the paperwork along with my handwritten confession and the detectives walked out. As soon as the door was closed, Mr. Ballard said softly "do you know what all that means, my dear?" I looked at him and said, "Yes, you are giving me a second chance." He smiled this huge smile and said "Oh no my dear, nothing at all like that. Did you hear them? They have everything they need to lock you up for 15 years. All I have to do is pick up the phone and you're fucking gone, bye-bye, no house, no husband, and no future children. Just jail and prison for 15 fucking years. Do you get the picture?" I looked at him confused and he said, "come on, Pam, you can't be that fucking dumb. You're my bitch now. You will do anything that I tell you to from now on and not only that, you will be doing it for three whole fucking years, and I mean a lot of fucking in those three years. Tomorrow, you will start by taking over Jane's job and, of course, you will now be making $24.50 an hour." As for paying him back the missing money, he would think about it.

I guess I smiled too quickly, because the next thing he said blew my mind. He reached in his top drawer and pulled out two hundred dollars. He said, "Take this and go find out where Jane buys her clothes. You will start to dress like she does. You're my Bitch now and you're going to dress the part. By the way, dear, no fucking panties from now on. I want you naked and ready to fuck. You got that honey? You will always be naked under your skirts and dresses at work. Now, lets see how good a cock sucker you are, Pamela." He stood up and unzipped his pants saying, "Get over here, Pam, come kiss the cock you that you are going to make love to for the next three years."