A Foreign Correspondent's Adventures

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Jonas Pincheon had his doubts about the young copy girl he had hired a month ago. She had represented herself as a graduate of Smith College with a degree in literature and journalism. Oh he had hired her on a lark and just to put the growing suffragette and progressive movement on their ear. Just the thought of the conservative Springfield Herald being the first major newspaper to employ a woman in any capacity, and especially one who was a graduate of that eeliest feminine institution Smith College would take the wind out of their sails and put them in the distasteful position of having to parasite his progressiveness, and now to learn she was a fraud. Well he would soon put her in her place.

“Mr. Fish!”

Pinchoen’s voice boomed across the boisterous chatter of the news room as he called for his personal assistant. The young man, in his mid twenties, came running on the double. He had learned long sense that it did not pay to keep The Boss waiting, not if you valued your job.

“Fish tell Miss Carlton I want to see her in my Office on the third floor in ten minutes. Tell her if she takes eleven minutes that she well be seeking employment somewhere else, for she want be working for the Springfield Herald.”

Michael Fish turned on his heel and headed out on the run for the news room hollering at the top of his lungs,

“Miss Carlton, Miss Carlton…”

Five minutes of the hapless girl’s ten minutes had already slipped away when Fish finally located her in the papers achieves.

“The Boss……(ha…ha)… wants to see…..(ha….ha)…. you in the citadel……(ha….ha..) in ….”


Fish consulted his pocket watch,

”….in five minutes Miss Carlton.”

Michael Fish was bent over at the waist his hands on his knees as he fought to catch his breath.

The Boss is really on the war Talia never saw him so mad.”

Everyone who worked for the Springfield Herald knew that to be summoned to the citadel by the Boss bode ill for the recipient of the summons.

Jonas Pincheon pocket watch was open and in the palm of his hand as he watched the minutes tick by. The second hand had just marked minute nine’s passing when he heard the soft knock on his door

“Enter Miss Carlton”

There was no emotion in his deep dark voice. He held the young girl in the unblinking gaze of his cold hazel eyes.

“Smith College……Literature……..and ………Journalism”

Each word was slowly spoken, and clearly enunciated. Each word spoken as an accusation rather than a matter of fact.

“Can you give me one reason why I should not fire you on the spot Miss Carlton, for up to this point you have shown yourself to be a liar and a fraud!”


Jonas Pincheon had left Talia standing before the massive mahogany desk, everything about the office was designed to make the hapless victim feel small insignificant and there was never a chair for the condemned to sit in. Before Talia could answer Mr. Fish burst into the room. The fear in the young man’s eyes for having violated the citadel without being called for was obvious in his shifting eyes and the nervous tremor in his voice as he spoke.

“Mr. Douglas is missing Sir the, news just came in over the ticker tape.”

“Damn!”

Pincheon ran his fingers through his ginger hair, the little auburn haired girl forgotten for the moment. Jack Douglas was the Herald’s Foreign Correspondent that was covering the Russo Japanese War in far off China.

“Fish call Bowles Field and have them prepare my airship. Now get the hell out of here!”

Then Jonas once more turned his undivided attention to the little blue eyed waif in the frumpy dark grey.

“And you Miss Carlton what do you have to say for yourself?”

Jonas Pincheon wondered what else, beside her factious past, the blue eyed girl with the angelic face might be hiding under that drab ill fitting dress she wore.

“Well!”

he barked at her.

 

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Before knocking on the large wooden door, Talia smoothed her hands over her long, dark auburn hair to tame any tousle that could have resulted from her hurry up to the third floor office. Her hands moved down the gray fabric of her dress, attempting to smooth wrinkles in the fabric, though she knew the dress was ill-fitting to begin with.

She was told to enter, and once the door was closed, she stood in front of Mr. Pincheon, hands held together in front of her. She knew as well as anyone else at the paper that being sent to this office meant bad news. Though she stood with her hands held together as a sign of respect to her boss, she stood tall, keeping her breathing slow and controlled, willing herself to stay strong and confidence. She made a conscious effort to keep her shoulders pulled back and her head held high, looking the man straight in his hazel eyes with her blue eyes.

While she tried her best to appear confident on the outside, she was terrified on the inside. He had figured out her secret, that she lied on her resume about being a graduate from Smith College. Talia Carlton had applied to the college, and had even been accepted into the Journalism program. She just couldn’t afford to attend the elite all-women’s school, as her father refused to pay for her to go to school, thinking it was a waste of money and time. He had told her she should be a good girl, get married, have kids, and be a good mother and wife.

She applied to the Springfield Herald anyway, lying, saying she had recently graduated from Smith College in her resume. She was unsure they would fact-check her, or even consider hiring her since she was a woman. While being a journalist was her dream, there were no female journalists currently employed anywhere in the country.

She spun on heel, startled when Michael Fish burst into the room. He looked terrified that he had entered the room without knocking or permission. “Mr. Douglas is missing Sir the, news just came in over the ticker tape.”

Her boss ran his fingers through his hair, the same color but several shades lighter than her own, obviously displeased by the information. But as soon as his attention was taken from her, it was right back on her. He demanded that she give him a reason to not fire her. She paused, knowing her job was threatened, not that she had done much at the Herald to begin with. While the newspaper company hired her based on her supposedly graduating from Smith College, they had yet given her the opportunity to be publish. She had written several articles, some that she had even been told were well written and interesting pieces. But, each and every one was turned down, and she knew it was because it was a woman. She was forced to do grunt work, like make copies, fetch coffee, sort through the archives, play secretary. It was like she was the personal assistant for the newsroom.

Suddenly, she saw an open door. While it was just cracked open, she reached for it, taking her chance. “I’ll be the new Foreign Correspondent,” she suddenly said, hastily. Given the opportunity, she could finally prove herself worthy, whether she had a degree or not. “I will go and take Mr. Douglas’ place, sir.”

 

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Ah the sweet smell of fear. It filled Jonas Pinchoen’s nostrils as the little blue eyed waif with the angelic face fidgeted with her dainty hands clasped in front of her. It was that simple act to hid her trembling hands that gave Jonas Pincheon the first hint that this young auburn haired girl might be more than she first appeared as her firm young breast were thrust up and out straining against the bodice of her lack luster dress. He loved the panic he saw in those stunning blue eyes, the little squeak in her voice as she tried to answer his accusations. When Talia did find her voice, the words came out in a flooding rush.

“I’ll be the new Foreign Correspondent,”

They bubbled over her moist ripe lips like a rushing babbling brook. Pincheon watched as Talia fought for her dream with the only weapons she had, her words and her passion to follow her dream.

“I will go and take Mr. Douglas’ place, sir.”

Jonas Pincheon watched how the girl’s passion drew her across the room till her hands, no longer trembled but were braced on the edge of his desk. He noticed that her glasses had slipped down her nose and that she was actually looking over them and not through them.

“Take off those glasses Miss Carlton! We both know you do not need them and stand up straight young lady.”

The note of steel in his voice left no doubt that this was not a request but an order he expected her to obey. Jonas remained silent as the tomb, his eyes hard, cold, unblinking, and emotionless until Talia Rose Carlton complied with her instruction.

“So you want to be a reporter Miss Carlton. Well I have only one opening and that is for a Foreign Correspondent to cover the Russo Japanese war, and you my girl don’t have the experience.”

It was a flat statement of fact that even Talia could not deny.

“ I have no one to send so I am going myself.”

Pincheon paused his eyes slowly taking in Talia from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of the toes of her button up shoes. He made no attempt to hide his salacious gaze or his inspection of her supple young body, as if he was trying to imagine what the young girl would look like under her frumpy dress.

“I’ll need someone to write copy for me and to run down leads Miss Carlton”

Again he paused as he let those cold hazel eyes caress every inch of her young body as if he were stripping her with his eyes.

“ Remove your dress Miss Carlton…………that is if you want to keep your job and have your chance to be a reporter for the Herald.”

Jonas Pincheon had not pulled his punches he had told the young girl it was her honor and virtue or her job and her dream the choice was now hers.

 

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She stared at him over the tops of the glasses before finally removing them from her face. While she could see without the frames, they did correct her vision some. Her doctor had said she had astigmatism, which is why things were always slightly out of focus and light refracted like stars at night. She placed them on his desk, keeping his gaze. She couldn’t back down from him, she wanted to be a journalist so badly.

Talia’s determined confidence faltered for a fleeting moment when he mentioned that she had no experience. Of course she had no experience, no one would give her the chance. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t do it. She loved to write, having dozens of notebooks filled with words, reports, and stories in her small apartment down the street.

Hope fleeted into her heart when he stated that he needed to write copy for him. So he would be the main reporter. Maybe if he saw her work, he would finally give her the opportunity. The feeling of hope quickly left her once she was ordered to remove her dress, less she wish to seek employment elsewhere.

Who the hell did Jonas Pincheon think he was? She narrowed her eyes at him, the idea of just walking out that room running through her mind several times. Her hands moved and grasped the hem of her dress, arms crossing. She pulled the skirt up, and then the whole dress up and over her head. She dropped the garment to the floor, leaving her clad in a light pink brassiere and matching girdle, garters attached to the black thigh-high stockings she wore. Once more, she pushed her shoulders back and stared at him defiantly. He may have thought this was for his pleasure, but she wanted this job.

 

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Oh how he loved the bright flash of ecstasy that danced in the little auburn haired beauty’s eyes as she saw the possibility of her long cherished dream about to come true. Yet it was the way that joy slowly faded from her stunning blue eyes as he told her to remove her dress, as he made the cost of obtaining her dream all to real that pleased him most. Jonas Pincheon studied the young girl as the smile faded from her moist ripe lips, the look of apprehension that cast a dark shadow in the depth of her strikingly expressive blue eyes. Jonas could not help but notice how much Talia looked like a lost little schoolgirl. Then a dark azure fire flared in those stunning blue eyes. How adorable and oh how desirable this young waif looked with her eyes flashing with indignation at his scandalous demand of her. But did the girl have the head, and will to go with her fiery spirit? There was nothing to do but put her to the test.

"Do you want to keep your job at the Herald?"


A salacious smile bowed his lips broadened as he push hard at the boundaries of morality that were demanded of a young woman like Talia. He loved the way that this spirited young girl tried so desperately to avoid her and he slowly backed Talia into a corner that she could not escape from, where she must chooses between scarifying her dream or submitting to The Boss’s outrageous demand.

When Talia’s eyelids slowly fluttered and closed as she took a deep breath to steady her resolve. Jonas knew he had won. He watched as her delicate dropped to grasp the helm of her shabby little blue –gray dress. Like a butterfly emerging from its drab cocoon Jonas Pincheon watched as the nondescript little copy girl was shed and a gorgeous young beauty took her place standing before him in nothing more that her corset, shoes and stockings. He could see the mixture of fear, shame, and anger flash in the depth of Talia expressive blue eyes. Even though unshed tears shimmered in the depth of her deep blue eyes Talia’s voice held a quite dignity.

“ I am glade that we understand each other Miss Carlton.”

Pincheon’s voice was flat dark emotionless. Once more he let his eyes boldly caress every inch of Talia’s supple young body as he toyed with his penknife he had taken from his desk. Slowly he stood and came around that massive desk to stand before the headstrong young Miss. Then slowly he slip the tip of the penknife’s blade beneath the lace of her corset. His cold hazel eyes captured her fiery blue eyes and in a silence that was darkly eloquent he warned her not to resist less she loose all that she had scarified so much for. A slight tug and the lace of the young beauty’s corset parted at the lowest eyelet. One by one, at each eyelet the lace parted until at last, her lace undone, the now useless garment fell from the girl’s lithe young body.

“You may remove the rest of your garments Miss Carlton.”

Jonas loved the way the young girl’s eyes flew open as wide as saucers at his latest demand of her. He placed a single finger upon her moist ripe lips to still her protest. There was no need to threaten her with what would happen if she did not submit to his outrageous demands, both knew, each had made their position quite clear.

“Besides they do nothing to flatter your womanly charms Miss Carlton.”

Oh he would sample those charms before the girl left the citadel this day. But he would not push to hard, demand too much all at once, but rather he would push the young beauty’s boundaries a little at a time, just one more little submission for her to obtain her long cherished dream. He was strangely amused and surprised that he was becoming aroused at the thought of her unveiling, the thoughts of finally seeing what Talia had so desperately tried to hide under her shabby attire a most alluring prospect.

"Tell me Miss Carlton have you ever been with a man?"