Beth Atkins was a woman full of ambition. Though smart, she was of average looks. Her one marriage had lasted but a year before her husband ditched her. Several one night stands had followed that. Now her career had become the focal point of her life.
Beth worked for a large corporation in data processing. Now in her late twenties she was quite willing to use what feminine charms she had to get ahead; to get out of that damn cubicle. Had she worked in the marketing department she had no doubt that she could land accounts via customers' bedrooms. But she wasn't in marketing. She was looked upon simply as a tech nerd.
Her boss, a Mister Snodgrass, was a passed-over aging loser who had slowly risen to his level of limited competency by shear attrition. Now pushing fifty the portly man's simple pleasure in life had becoming bedding his female underlings. It was known that giving in to his filthy lustful desires would not get one ahead, but rather would mean keeping one's job. If you were an unattached female sooner or later you would get the call.
How did he get away with this? His ex-wife was a junior executive in the company who felt she owed it to him. On the rare occasion when one of his victims went to personal, their complaint was summarily dismissed. You're an adult. Who you chose to sleep around with isnot our business.
Beth's time came when within a ten day period Snodgrass had returned her work with increasingly snide comments. You can do better. This is unacceptable. See me!
So after dinner in a Chinese restaurant with but one glass of wine she found herself facing the inevitable in the portly man's small house. She found it odd that he had had nothing to drink and was only offering more tea as they sat there on a sofa facing a darkened TV. Snodgrass simply wanted a clear head when he ravished his underlings.
"I've had my eye on you for some time, Ms. Atkins," he said as he removed her eye glasses.
"I know, Mr. Snodgrass. Or should I call you by your first name?
"Mister Snodgrass will do," he said as he removed his own glasses.
"Carl; isn't it?"
"Mister Snodgrass, if you please."
"Yes, Mister Snodgrass."
He took her head by both hands, looked at her lips and rushed in with a smothering kiss. When her lips were slow in parting he thrust them apart with his tongue and immediately proceeded through her mouth in search of her throat. Had they both not just had Chinese the stench of sodium would certainly have been overwhelming.
On and on he attacked her mouth and throat as if he were devouring a melon. With his hands still tightly gripping her head he rocked it from side to side as his attack continued. Obviously he liked to rape-kiss. She had heard the rumors.
At last he pulled away but still held her head tightly in his hands.
"Did you like that?"
"Ugh, yes; Mr. Snodgrass."
"I like it rough, Miss Atkins. Any problem with that?"
"Rough? Well I . . ."
"Want to fuck?"
"Why I . . . I . . ."
"Well? Do you or don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, sir. I want to . . . to . . . to fuck."
"I thought so. I saw how you looked at me at work. Well I'm letting you have your way. Let's see what you've got for me."
With that he at last released her head and stood while pulling her up. Then he abruptly sat back down.
For a long moment Beth stood there before him watching his eyes run up and down her. She could see his breathing increase as his mouth went into a slight evil smile.
As she undid the first button of her blouse he put his glasses back on for now it was show time.
God she hated this.
God she hated this man.
Nevertheless, just moments later she found herself standing topless before the filthy man as he absorbed the shape of her breasts. Though it was obvious that he approved of them his words didn't match.
"Subpar; just like your work of late.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Too small."
"Yes sir."
