I work around men all day, not suit and tie types, but mechanics, truck drivers and factory workers. The blue collar type, with dirty hands and muscles hardened from hard work, really get me hot. I am one of the few women in sales to call on these types of customers, so naturally I draw a lot of attention when I walk in the shop. It doesn't hurt that I am a tall, attractive redhead with 40DDD breasts.
I went into one of the shops the other day and inventoried their stock and wrote up their order. I sat down with the foreman, to go over the items on the order and was reading them off to him. I came to the line where I had ordered screws. "Did you just tell me to go get screwed?" he asked with a smile. "No, but would that be such a bad thing? If someone told me to go get screwed I'd ask when and where" I flirted back. He was a tall, powerful man. At least 6'3" with strong shoulders and arms. He had pitch black hair and beautiful, icy blue eyes. He looked me over slowly, allowing his eyes to roam over my tits and legs. "You know, there are a few more things I need you to take care of, follow me" he said. Figuring there were some other items he wanted me to stock I followed him through the shop to a back storage room. He opened the door and I stepped into the room, it was pitch black. I waited for him to turn the light on, but instead he stepped in and shut the door, blocking out the light from the shop.
I suddenly felt very apprehensive and stepped backward, further into the room. He reached out catching my wrist and dragged my body up against his, molding me to his length. His lips found mine and kissed me hard as his hand held my head still. I knew now that the "things" he needed me to take care of wouldn't be found in my catalog. I tried to push away from him, but he just pulled me closer. I began crying out for help and he just started chuckling, it was a deep, low sound, vibrating from his chest. "No one will hear you little one, not over the sound of the machines in the factory." With that he put his hand on my chest and began pushing me back, back, back until I ran into some upright shelving. The shelving was much taller than I am, and the shelves were about a foot apart. I was scared silly, but figured if I waited I would get an opportunity to run from him.
He ran his hands up my sides, pulling my sweater up, I tried to pull it down but he tugged harder and pulled it completely off. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrists, jerking them over my head. I felt cold metal against my wrist and heard the click as he locked a cuff around my wrist, then I felt the other one lock down. He had wrapped the cuffs around an upright so I couldn't pull my wrists down. I panicked and began pulling at the cuffs and struggling to get away. I was kicking at him and screaming. He smacked me hard across the face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch" Then he undid my bra clasp and pulled it up, wrapping it around my wrists. I was quietly sobbing as he pulled my jeans and underwear down, guiding me to step out of them.