Chapter 16

Once I’ve transported the broken tennis net to the storeroom and brought back a new one, the groundsman signals that he has finished with me. An almost constant flow of tasks keeps me busy all afternoon. I occasionally see Black working outside with me during the afternoon, but she must have been reassigned to inside work about four o’clock. By six o’clock the golf course and tennis courts are empty and only the swimming pool is in use. I’ve received a few more tips but nothing as large as from the men in the locker room.

“Red. Go to the sports administration block,” says the monotonous robot who has been giving me orders all day.

I find that the groundsman who worked on the broken tennis net is waiting for me. He loads some tools and a rubbish bag into my cart and signals that I am to follow him. Our journey takes us all over the golf course while he rakes the sand bunkers tidy and clears away any rubbish that members have dropped. We are on the eighth green when the beep in my earphones signals that I am no longer in camera range. I don’t think anything of it until the groundsman comes over to me and puts his hand between my legs. I may be new to The Manor, but I’m fairly sure that Fillies are off-limits to the staff. But what can I do? I close my eyes to signal my rejection of his assault on my body, but he ignores it.

If he confines his assault to running his hands over my body then no harm will be done. I’ve been well fondled and groped today and I’m not adverse to some more of the same. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t let anyone fuck me, even though Tom implied he would be okay with me being fucked in the course of my work.