I couldn't help but think about the night before. I didn't know exactly what I was walking into but decided to show up early as asked. Maybe nothing would happen and he was just trying to intimidate me. After all I, fucked not only him but some customer at the same time. On the other hand, that could have opened the door for something more.
The whole situation played out over and over in my mind. Making my way to my desk, I could see the stain that was left on the carpet. Knowing what it was from, a feeling of dread washed over me. The number was still scrolled across my arm. Thinking about the man that had written it, I pulled my phone out. I sent a message to the number that stated "Lets hook up."
After I sent the message, I sat down and started working on various invoices and assorted paperwork. My boss had not arrived yet, bringing a sense of relief to my mind. Minutes after Shortly after I started my work, my boss strolled through the office, cockier than usual. I could feel him watching my movements, my head was down concentrating on my work, trying to ignore the man looming over my desk.
"Follow me." he said in a stern voice. I could feel my muscles tense up. Not having much of a choice, I followed him, but we didn't go to his office as I thought we would. Feeling uneasy, I followed him into the elevator, he pushed the button for the basement. The basement is home to about a dozen filing cabinets and company records. There are a few old computers along with a desk and some chairs. No one really comes down here except during tax time or to file or look up a record.
It was dark. My boss pushed me inside and locked the door behind him. Fluorescent lighting turned on, blinding me temporarily. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I noticed the desk in the middle of the room. I started to back up towards the door. My boss stood in the way blocking me from it." I Did what you wanted last night, please let me go!" I was pleading for him to move.
He stood there with a lustful gaze towards me. "This is the price you pay for being such a slut. You are going to be my personal fuck toy, for as long as I want you to." He pushed me to the desk. "Strip down to your bra and panties!" He commanded.
I stood frozen unable to move "No" I said with a firm stance.
He moved in closer to me. "Strip down or I'll do it for you" He threatened. "This is going to happen. So you can either make this easier on yourself by complying or I can come over there and do it." His voice was hard and cold.
Trembling at the thought of him removing my clothes, I started to remove my blouse. Fumbling with the buttons, he became impatient. He moved closer to me reaching for my shirt with both hands. Grabbing it, he tore it off, the last of the buttons popping off.
