by Jamie Knight
Simon was the chief regulatory compliance officer at McKenzie, and one of my bosses. Over the past few weeks, every time I’d passed by his office, he would call me in to tell me about his car, his lake house, his watches, or some other materialistic thing that was supposed to get me down on my knees and sucking his cock.
There was no denying he was a good-looking guy— if aging frat boys were your thing— and if he wasn’t such a jerk, in the right light, I guessed he could be kind of sexy.
On paper, he was everything a woman could want: tall with broad shoulders, blue eyes, coffee-colored hair, and a smile that belonged in a toothpaste commercial. But he was also slimier than a lubed up slug.
He thought all women should swoon in the presence of his greatness. When I’d said yes to this “date”, he’d caught me at a bad time.
The night before he’d asked me out, my vibrator had died, and I had no AA batteries— it was so not what I’d needed while masturbating to my favorite porn clip. I blamed that disaster on accidentally walking beneath a ladder outside my apartment building on my way to work.
When Simon asked me for what seemed like the millionth time if I would accompany him to the art exhibition, I was frustrated and horny, so I said yes. Big mistake. Huge.
No matter how often I’d attempted to cancel on him after that, he’d talked me in circles, guilt tripping me to death and reminding me of “prior commitments” and “keeping one’s word”. And now here I was walking around a gallery looking at paintings way above my pay grade with a man who was obsessed with his own importance.
All day long, I’d been dreading seeing him. I should’ve texted and said I’d caught Norovirus or the plague or leprosy or something, but instead, little old people pleaser me did what I always did. By that I mean that I did something I didn’t want to do so that I could keep someone else happy.
Maybe part of me thought— hoped— that perhaps one on one he wouldn’t be as arrogant as he acted in the office in front of everyone.
Wrong.
So incredibly wrong.
He was just as arrogant now, with a touch of narcissism thrown in for good measure. I sure could pick ‘em, and pick ‘em I always did.
It’d been eons since I’d gone on a date. The constant disappointment wasn’t worth putting myself out there. My reasons for always saying no were long and cringe-worthy.
There was one time when my old work bestie Maya had set me up on a blind date. It turned out it was with the cop who’d given me a ticket the day before. The cop I’d called a jerk. The cop I’d given the finger to as I drove off.
There was also the time when my date showed up with his parents. His mom asked me if I believed in sex before marriage. When I said I did, the more sex the better, she barked at the server to box up our barely touched meals— mine included— and stormed out of the restaurant with her son, my date, running after her like a naughty schoolboy. I was stuck with the bill.
Then there was the guy I’d met on Swipe. He said he was divorced and had no kids. During dinner, his fuming wife stormed into the restaurant, with their two kids in tow. She told me he was bipolar and was in the middle of a manic episode.
That debacle was two years ago, and it was also the last time I’d dipped my toes into the dating pool. Sometimes I could be a glutton for punishment, but even I knew enough was enough.
The only problem was that no dates meant no sex.
Not that I minded not having sex with the metrosexuals and crazies who’d crossed my path. And it wasn’t like the sex I’d been having with the few semi-fitting men I’d dated was very good.
There were things I craved and the older I became, the more I ached to satisfy those cravings.
Most men would have bolted if I’d asked any of them to spank my ass or pull my hair. Hence my need to watch online porn to vicariously live out my fantasies.
While my self-administered orgasms scratched an itch, they weren’t the same as having a man’s throbbing cock between my legs. I was giving up hope of that ever happening again.
“Look,” I said, trying to remain sweet and cool. “Can we both just agree this was a mistake and call it a night? We have less than nothing in common.”
He selected a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, took a sip and then narrowed his eyes.
“I can’t believe you’re scoffing at an evening out with me, and while we’re surrounded by such fine art, on top of that. I almost asked Jenna from reception. But your tits are bigger than hers and your ass is, too. I like a woman with some junk in the trunk.”
My fingers curled into a fist. I so wanted to punch his perfect nose and watch as blood spurted down his shirt, but I held back. Attacking my superior a month into a new job with a new company wouldn’t go down well with HR. Even if the creep deserved it.
“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you, Simon?”
He didn’t reply because his attention was somewhere else entirely. I followed his line of sight.
I should have known. His beady eyes were making laser beams at my boobs.
Perhaps wearing a low-cut dress that showed off my cleavage was a mistake, but I’d wanted to look good, and my red bandage dress always gave me a confidence boost. Plus, it complimented my new mystic star charm necklace.
The seven points of the gold star were supposed to bring wealth, happiness, love, luck, wisdom, respect, and glory. But, so far, none of them had brought me any of those things. Perhaps it needed a day or two to blend with my energy.
I glanced at the clock above the gallery entrance, hoping that it was almost time to leave.
Jesus fucking Christ.
How could 30 minutes feel like 30 years?
Simon quirked an eyebrow.
“You have to be somewhere else?”
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom and then it’s time for me to leave. I promised my dad I’d check in on my grandma. She’s not feeling great, and, well, it’s getting late.”
Every word I’d just said was a total lie. My dad died when I was five, and my grandma passed away a few years back, but Simon didn’t know that. Nor would he ever find out, since I never planned to see him socially again.
Without waiting for a reply, I made my way to the back of the gallery and walked down a low-lit hallway filled with ladders, loose electrical wires, and blank canvases.
I wasn’t really going to the restroom; I was looking for the back door so I could make my escape unseen.
Footsteps echoed behind me.
I quickened my pace.
The exit must be around here somewhere.
The footsteps drew closer.
“Our night isn’t over yet, babe. Not by a long shot.”
Shit.
Simon.
From behind, he cuffed my wrist with his hand in a possessive gesture that said mine.
Then he spun me around to face him.
“Get your fucking hands off me, babe.”
I attempted to shake myself free, but his grip was a powerful one.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Your boss; that’s who the hell I think I am, and I’m not ready for tonight to end, not at all. You really going to ditch me for dear ol’ granny?”
I dug the nails of my free hand into the back of his hand and smiled sweetly.
“Let me go right now. If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone at work exactly what and who you are.”
A hurricane of rage beat against my chest. I ached to kick him in the balls, but I was afraid of the rumors he’d spread about me at work if I let my inner hulk escape.
Anger twisted his face, and he spat out, “Fucking tease.”
I jerked back at the gassy stench wafting from his mouth. This guy obviously didn’t believe in brushing his teeth before he went on a date.
“Charming,” I said, with a tilt of my head and a twist of my lips. “I think it’s time I went home. Name calling is something best left on the playground, don’t you think?”
He released my wrist, but before I could make my escape, he wrapped a hand around my bicep and, digging his fingers into my skin, he pushed me against a wall.
“You little slut,” he hissed in a whisper. “You’ve been flirting with me since day one. Coming into my office with your short little skirts. Licking your lips. Giggling.”
I flattened my back against the wall.
“You have me confused with someone else. I didn’t do any of those things. For starters, I don’t giggle. And I’d hardly call knee length skirts short.”
He pressed his crotch to my hip and the head of what felt like a toothpick sized dick nudged against me.
“If you want to keep your job, you’ll do exactly as I say when I say it. I’m not going home tonight without you sucking my cock and then swallowing my cum. Is that clear?”
“Let me go.”
Fear trickled down my spine, and I glanced around for possible escape routes.
“I’ll scream my head off.”
Not only was he an arrogant, self-conceited fucktard, but he also obviously didn’t understand the meaning of “no” and “not interested”.
“No, you won’t.”
I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could make a sound, he cupped his clammy palm around the lower half of my face.
I struggled to free myself from his grip, but it was no use. He was too strong and much too overpowering.
He lowered his head until our eyes met. They were cold and filled with malice.
No way was I getting out of this without getting hurt.
“I’m going to remove my hand, and if you even make a squeak, I’ll make your life hell. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good girl.”
He moved his hand from my mouth and then brushed the tip of a calloused finger down my cheek.
Uncontrollable shivers shook my body.
Tears burned my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry— I wouldn’t.
No way in hell would I give him the satisfaction.
“I’ve got something in my pocket that’ll loosen you up. Make you pliable if you get my meaning.”
“Let me go,” I said, through clenched teeth.
I reached up and grasped my mystic star necklace. If ever there was a time that I needed it to work, now was that time.
He pressed his thigh between my legs and wedged me against the wall. I felt powerless and helpless, but I hoped I wasn’t letting my emotions show. I didn’t want to give this asshole the satisfaction of knowing how much he was scaring me.
“You’re not going anywhere. Fucking me is a rite of passage for all of you brand new little number-crunching bitches. If you don’t do what I want, don’t bother coming into the office on Monday.”
“Fuck you? Ha! Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged.”
My fight or flight instinct kicked in, and adrenaline surged through my bloodstream. I slammed my forehead against his nose and heard a satisfying crack.
My skull hitting his face pushed me off balance. Dizziness at the force of the blow washed over me, but I steadied myself.
Falling to the floor would give him the upper hand. I was determined to do everything in my power to save myself.
My heart was beating faster than ever before.
Blood streamed from his nose.
He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“Cunt. You’ll pay for that.”
“I don’t know what kind of cunts you usually deal with, but this cunt isn’t someone you can push around. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. Ever.”
Just as I raised my leg to bring the heel of my shoe down on his foot, an ominously low voice said, “Let go of her before I break every bone in your puny body.”
It worked.
I didn’t know who it was, but someone was here to help me.
Thank goodness for my mystic star charm necklace.
Finally my luck was changing.
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