Staying Late on a Friday Night

Staying Late on a Friday Night with a Sadistic Boss

Adam slapped the file down on his boss's desk. "Here, I finished it. I'll see you on Monday," he sighed out, exhausted. Miss Devor had told him he had to finish the report before he left for the weekend because it was very important for "business reasons" or whatever. It'd been a long week and he was ready to get home and crash.

"Just a moment, let me look it over first." Miss Devor snatched the papers up from the desk and began casually perusing them.

Adam stifled a groan, "It's there, Miss Devor. I double checked it." He began inching towards the door to the office.

"Well then I shall triple check it." She replied sharply, stopping him in his tracks with a glare from over her thick black framed glasses. "I've had to wait up for you to finish as well, so you can sit down and give me a

moment

while I make sure everything is in order. We all have places to be..." She added an additional note of annoyance to that last part.

Adam's eye twitched. This type of behavior wasn't new from his employer, but she seemed to be laying the sadism on particularly thick tonight. He started wondering what could have made this frigid bitch extra pissed off. Maybe she got stood up for a date with some rich douche or something. A cluck of her tongue in her mouth broke his train of thought.

"This 'to' should have an extra 'o'. Would you go fix it and reprint this page while I finish finding any other mistakes you've made? It's the little things that investors notice when deciding if we're worth their time." She didn't even bother looking up as the condescension oozed in her voice.

The blood in Adam's head began to pulse. "Oh, I apologize. Here, let me see that and I'll fix it right away." She handed him the page and, looking over it with pursed lips, he set it down on her desk, took one of her pens, and drew a little circle at the end of the word. "There we go, all better."

Miss Devor's expression didn't seem to change at all, being that it was already about as sour as it could get already. "Oh, we think we're funny, do we?" She snatched up the page, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. "Attitudes like that are what go on performance reviews, 'young man'. I suppose I'm already paying you enough that you don't seem to need any more raises."

Something snapped inside Adam's brain. "How about," he dropped the pen he was holding on the floor, "you take that extra 'o' and shove it in your retentive little anus.

You

can spend

your

time fixing any errors that offend your high sensibilities. It's after hours and I'm leaving."

Before he could turn to exit, Miss Devor shot up out of her seat and with surprising speed and grace, rounded her desk to glare directly in his face. With her high platform heels, she was just about eye to eye with him, taller with her high, tight bun, and her eyes were practically dripping with venom.

"

Mister

Carter! I don't know where this attitude is coming from all of a sudden, but it is very much

not

appreciated. You are lucky that I don't simply have you clear out your desk and vacate the premises permanently. If security were still here, I would have them escort your insolent behind out of the building. You'd best take this weekend to adjust your attitude and consider very carefully if you wish to continue working at this office, or indeed in this career."

That last part was the real threat. Being the close knit industry that it was, word could travel fast and blacklists were not uncommon in Adam's field. Her abuse of authority was making him grind his teeth. He took a step closer to her, staring her down, "How about you take the weekend to consider why everyone who works here hates you, would throw a party if you drove your over priced, shitty electric car off a bridge. It's no wonder there aren't any family pictures on your desk since I can't imagine even your parents want anything to do with you."

The shade of red Miss Devor's face turned was usually reserved for those who were witnessing their most hated enemy shtupping their mother in front of their whole family. Her fists and shoulders were visibly shaking at the insolence of one of her subordinates. "You... are... done... I will make it my life's purpose to see that you never work in this field ever again, or at all if it's in my power."

"Oh?" he was beyond caring at this point, "Well maybe I'll start working in the fashion industry so that bitches like you don't have to wear outfits that make you look like a complete cun..."

His words were sharply cut off by the impact of a heavy, thick soled toe slamming directly into his testicles at an incredible speed. The overwhelming pain caused him to instantly throw up in his mouth a little as he toppled over, smacking his head hard on the desk and blacking out before he hit the floor.

Adam regained consciousness to the feeling of something jabbing him in the side in addition to his aching balls. As the information around him filtered through his brain, he realized that his hands were tied behind his back and his pants where down around his ankles. He was propped up in the corner of one of the unused offices that was nothing but empty file cabinets, a bare desk and chair. The sensation in his side was the heel of a shoe poking him in the ribs.

"Ah, you aren't in a comma, perfect." Miss Devor was standing over him, her normally studiously maintained bun somewhat disheveled, probably from dragging him into another room.

"Tha fuck is this?" Adam mumbled groggily. This wasn't really a situation that he had ever imagined himself being in, and he had imagined himself leaping over the vegetable aisle at the store to save a hot girl from terrorist cyborgs. "Did you tie me up and pull my pants down?" The answer was fairly obvious, but he felt it needed addressing anyway.

"Your unconscious state allowed me time to ponder things, and I didn't want you running off before we could have a little 'chat'. And I pulled your pants down to make sure I hadn't crushed your little grapes so badly that it would require a hospital visit."

Well, at least she'd checked on him first before kidnapping him. "So, what? Are you gonna reveal that your an actual vampire or something? Or do you just want to keep me here until someone calls the cops on you Monday morning?" He hoped that wasn't the case, because, of the two options, the later seemed the most uncomfortable.

"Hmm, it seems the humor part of your brain isn't located between your legs like the rest of it. No, I presume that after our meeting, you'll walk out of here and show up promptly on Monday to resume your duties,

minus

the attitude." There was an annoying smirk of superiority on her face as she said this.

"That so? You buy a mind control device on Etsy or take CIA brainwashing classes on Zoom or something?" The CIA classes didn't actually seem all that absurd for this control freak.

Miss Devor knelt down closer to Adam's face, giving his nose a whiff of her expensive perfume. "Oh, I only plan to explain the facts to you, mister smart ass, and seeing as your such a 'bright' young lad," she flicked his forehead with a manicured red fingernail, "I think you'll understand the situation you're in quite well."

"Blackmail? Really? Gonna cook up a story about me to hang over my head?" Adam was a little disappointed in the banality of the reveal. Miss Devor was a ruthless dictator, but she was never stupid.

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Oh, we've both been around long enough to know that I don't have to

make

anything up. Our society teaches men that they can get away with quite a lot before anyone does anything about it. It's only when one of you raises a big enough stink about it that anyone bothers to pay attention. The human resources guidelines might as well just say 'Don't get caught'."

He found that he couldn't actually argue with that. Even the people he generally liked working with would occasionally do things or make offhand jokes that should technically get them written up or fired, but no one was mad enough about them to actually draw attention to themselves over it, man or woman.

"So I laughed at a joke I shouldn't have, or my eyes wandered when I was bored. You think anyone's gonna do more than make us all go to another company sensitivity training that'll get us out of work for an afternoon just so you all can say you did something? I'll make sure to step back in line over

that

." He wondered if he laid the sarcasm on the last bit too thick and felt a little cringe. He struggled a little to test the rope (where did she get rope?) around his wrists and realized that it was an actual, real tie-up-the-hands knot. Little miss stuck up had apparently picked up some skills that would indicate a more adventurous side.

"Aww and punish everyone else on the company dime? Tch tch tch... No, I was thinking..." She moved her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "I would have them look in to you little interactions with Ms. McKay."

This did actually shut Adam's mouth. He'd had a crush on Lindsey since he started working there, and had often gone out of his way to just be around her.

Sensing his reaction, Ms. Devor increased the pressure, "I've noticed that you

have

spent a considerable amount of time over at her cubical. Laughing at her jokes, taking the long way around to happen by for a chat. I'm curious to find out what

she

would say about all this attention, should she be brought before dear old Beth for questioning. All positive, I hope? Or perhaps she wouldn't even remember your name..."

Adam felt the blood begin to drain from his face. If he let on that the bitch queen had him by the short and curlys, he'd be staying late every Friday until he died of a heart attack. Any attempt to compromise or plead would only be a sign of weakness. Maybe he could make her mad enough to give him a black eye or something that would be physical evidence of her treatment of one of her employees. He stammered out, trying to change the direction of the "meeting". "S-seems like you've had plenty of time to watch the office drama while you sit back and let everyone else do all the work around here. Must be nice to be paid so much for doing nothing."

She stood up and glowered down at him. "You have no

idea

what I do around here. Do you know how hard it is making sure that everything around here runs smoothly? Making sure there are clients coming through the door and money flowing in so that you can collect your miserable paychecks? If I wasn't watching you all like a hawk, you...

children

would be running around making pillow forts and playing seven minutes of heaven in the broom closet." She brushed a stray strand of jet black hair from her face. "Do you think this is the first Friday night I've had to stay late getting things done?"

He honestly hadn't really thought about it. She may be the boss, but she wasn't the one on top. The investors and CEO were the people that had to actually be satisfied with how things were going. He'd always just assumed that she had taken the easy rout and delegated everything to someone else like his past employers did. He'd underestimated her desire to micro manage.

"Oh, is it finally dawning on you that I might exist after you leave for the day? Typical." She huffed. "I don't like being a bitch, but so far it's the only way I've found to make sure you people

listen

to me."

Adam was starting to feel sorry for her, but caught himself as he remembered the interaction from earlier. "Oh, you don't like it? You don't get off having me go reprint one page because of a grammar error? No satisfaction at all from exercising your authority? I saw how you talked to Carol on Wednesday. You weren't helping her do her job, you were putting her in her place." He had her pegged, and the look on his face let her know it.

With a derisive snort, Miss Devor retorted, "That cow needs to learn that it's a harsh world full of harsh people. I see it as doing her a favor. Some people pay good money to have their betters talk to them that way. Trust me, I know."

"Yeah? So you're 'better' than people who have actual lives outside of their jobs?" he said snarkily.

She planted a kick to his side, causing him to curl up like a caterpillar. "Fuck you! I have a more interesting life than you ever will, you piece of shit!" That had obviously touched a nerve.

With a cough, Adam adjusted himself and sat up, staring up at her defiantly. "Go out to the clubs, do you? Pick up a new toy each night to try to fill that void inside?" There was that shade of red returning to her face again. It would be kind of hard for her to cover up beating the shit out of him. "I bet you do all the crap you think rich people do, only worse." She was starting to look like she was about to turn assault in to attempted murder, but Adam didn't care, she had this coming for a while. "You even have a tramp stamp. We've all seen it. Just like a basic bitc..."

Her fist collided with his face, causing him to taste blood. She knew how to punch just as well as she knew how to kick. Adam spat red on the carpet (again, more evidence for his case) and grinned up at her through bloodied teeth. "At least we know you can use more than money to try and solve your problems." Her look of hatred suddenly turned to one of disgust.

"Is that... are you getting an erection?" She stared down at him. Adam looked down to see that he was, indeed, pitching a tent in his tightey whiteys. "Are you getting off on this?!" She added shock to her disgust. "Oh my... God!" She took a step back in revulsion.

Adam's plan was starting to lean to the left as his legs shot up to try and cover himself. "So?! It happens some times and we can't always control it." Now it was his turn to start turning red.

Miss Devor barked out a laugh. "Are you fucking kidding me? Oh, which is it that's making you hard, insulting me or getting beaten up by a girl? You little pervert!"

Her insults weren't actually helping his situation as he pressed his closed legs up against his body so she couldn't see him twitch. "Shut up!" Was about the best he could come up with.

"Oh my God, you look absolutely pathetic. Do you need me to go get your emergency contact info and 'cawll yo mommy'." She began cackling at him, washing away any control he'd had of the situation.

The humiliation he was experiencing was about the second worst he would feel that night as she reveled in the glee of her triumph. "Yeah yeah," he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, which wasn't much. "Laugh it up. At least I can still get it up. Your pussy's probably so dried up it sucks the moisture out of the room." Sweet Christmas, he realized, they were

both

acting like children now.

"Oh, good one." She continued to giggle at him, "Come up with that all by yourself? Or did your little friend down there help." She leaned back on the empty desk. Now that she was back on top where she felt more relaxed, she sighed out, "Fuck my feet are killing me." She casually kicked off her heels and let out a groan of satisfaction, wiggling her stockinged toes to help emphasis her dominance, and tease her captive more.

"Fine, we're both pathetic, now how about you untie me and we both forget all this ever happened." He hoped that in her glee she might play along.

"Tapping out now that you're on the ropes? I guess when the going gets tough," She pushed her smooth foot between his legs and pressed it against his hard-on, "this guy gets going."

Adam swallowed the moan that he almost let out as he felt the pressure on his cock. "Fuck you, this is still assault and kidnapping. A little more severe than some office flirting, and now I have the blood and bruises to prove it."

This, at least got her to stop laughing hysterically as she composed herself. She examined him for a minute, thinking to herself. "Hmm, maybe your right, but I still feel like I need to teach you who's in charge if this 'professional' relationship. You said some pretty nasty things about me, and I intend to make you feel like shit for it." She placed her finger on her crimson. pouting lips, considering what to do next with her captive. Something seemed to click in her head and her eyebrow shot up.

"I wonder why you haven't asked Miss McKay out yet, you two seem chatty enough on company time." She watched his reaction, digging for clues with her eyes. Whatever the look on his face was, it gave her everything she needed. "Or maybe... You did, and she turned you down..."

His eyes shot to the side, looking away. This all but confessed out loud the truth to her. "You did, didn't you. Oh my! You like her and she rejected you." The grin spreading across her face reminded Adam of the Grinch Who Stole his Balls. "Aww, what did she say? 'I don't date coworkers'? 'I'm just not in that kind of place right now'? Or did she just drop the pretense and tell you you're 'not her type'."

Whether any of those were the actual response, it didn't matter. They might as well all have been the same answer. Adam stared up at his boss with hatred at how she was making him feel, the internal wounds she was tearing open with her verbal claws.

"Has it been a while? Since a girl said yes? Months? Years? A nice 'boy' like you, still single. Whatever could be

wrong

with you." She twisted the emotional knife far enough to finally break him. Adam stifled a sniff as he felt hot tears well up in his eyes. She'd found the nerve and tweaked it with surgical precision. The humiliation and taunts had opened the path directly to his weakest points. It wasn't even that someone had uncovered his insecurities., it was that

she

had found out. All he could do was silently stare at the floor.

Miss Devor gave a satisfied grunt, confident that she had felled her prey. "So, you are going to show up on Monday, resume your work, and follow every instruction I give you to the

letter.

Are. We. Agreed." Adam remained silent but gave a slight nod. At this point he was willing to capitulate to just about anything to get out of there and go home to curl up in a hopeless ball in the dark. "Very well, roll on to your stomach," her voice emphasized the submissiveness of the position, "so I can untie you and let you crawl off to sulk in a corner somewhere."

Adam did as he was told, and was released from his bindings. He stood up, head still hanging down, and pulled up his pants. He didn't even bother buckling his belt as he stood there, trying to will himself to move. Finally, he looked down at her as she still smirked, her hands on her hips in a pose of victory. "You know, what I said was true. You do enjoy being cruel, even if you lie to yourself about it." Her smile dropped a little, but she just regarded him coldly. "I fucking hate you, but I'm gonna give you some advice. You're gonna keep treating people like shit because it's the only way you know how to interact with them, and you're gonna be even more alone than me." Her smile was now completely gone. "Once you get old and no one thinks you're hot anymore, you're gonna need other people because guys aren't gonna just hand you things like this job anymore. The best you can hope for is that you die suddenly in an accident before you get too depressed and kill yourself..."

As he turned and started leaving he felt hands grab his shoulder and spin him around, slamming him against the wall. Without her shoes on, she was significantly smaller than she was before, now half a head shorter, but you wouldn't know it by the way she glared up at Adam. The look of raw mixed emotions on her face shocked him even more than her ability to body him. Her arm pressed against his throat.

"You fucking think you know fucking shit about me?" None of the cold mask she was wearing before remained. Tears had begun to slowly roll out of the corners of her squinting eyes. Adam instinctively reached up and grabbed her arm, letting his pants fall to his knees, but that just made her push harder. "You don't know fucking anything about what I've had to put up with to get where I am. To not have to really on my parents or some shitty ex husband." Adam didn't even know she'd had a husband. "I've had to put up with so much shit to get to the position I'm in. You have no fucking IDEA!"