It was late but I wanted to finish my current assignment before I left for the evening. My name is Janelle Scott and I am one of the youngest rising stars in the Manhattan investment firm of Cohen & Black. It's as hard as they say it is for women to succeed in business, even harder for a young, black woman like myself.. I am on track to be an executive within the company. One reason for that is I don't play or BS, most of my coworkers think I am a complete self serving bitch. This is true the only things that matter to me are getting ahead, designer clothes, expensive cars and being the best. I was in for a rude awakening this very evening. The office had been deserted and I was the last one burning the midnight oil. I could here the evening cleaning crew moving about as they cleaned and emptied garbage cans. A short Mexican man entered my office with a large bin on wheels.
"Good Evening, Ma'am here to empty your trash," he said politely.
I flicked my hand towards the can dismissively. He emptied the can and left quickly and I noticed he left his cart behind. I was annoyed this man had left his garbage bin in my office. I would send building management an email to have him fired. He returned a minute later with two other men and a butch looking woman.
"Can I help you," I asked in an agitated voice.
The taller Spanish looking man spoke.
"No bitch, but we're going to help you, " he said angrily as he made his way around my desk. Before I knew it he had smacked me so hard the entire chair fell straight back onto the floor with me in it. My face was on fire and I was in total shock as I looked up at my Prada heels and the ceiling. I was frozen but my tear filled vision came back to full focus. The man who slapped had the name "Raul" sewn onto his shirt. He pulled me awkwardly to my feet. I was still foggy from the punishing blow.
"You fucking bitch. You've treated us like dirt for the last time," Raul yelled in my face.
I was terrified. I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Raul took both his hands and ripped my White button up blouse, spewing buttons around the room. My fellow female coworkers thought I dressed a little too sexy for the office. Sexy but professional was the look I was going for and assumed I achieved it because they were jealous of the looks and attention I received. I was five foot seven with a light honey brown complexion. With my hazel eyes and nice curves, I considered myself quite beautiful and so did men. After violently relieving me of my blouse, they all gawked at my black lace D cup bra. I tried to cover up with my arms but the short Mexican and the white guy held each arm by my wrist tightly. They pulled my arms outstretched to each side as I struggled.
"Please no, don't do this I am sorry," my pleas went unheard as Raul stepped in front of me. He reached under the bottom of each wired cup of my bra and pulled straight up. My honey colored breast were now fully exposed with nipples erect to the cold office air. Raul grabbed each nipple and pinched hard pulling them both down forcefully. They both hurt badly and were getting sore from the abuse. I struggled to get an arm free with no success. I could feel my mascara filled tears stream down my cheeks just knowing they were streaking my MAC foundation. My nipples were on fire as my gaggle of onlookers rejoiced. To make matters worse, I could see the butch looking black girl was filming this on her cell phone.
"Whose first," Raul asked.
I dreaded to think about what else they had in store for me.
"Me first," said the short Mexican.
"Alrighty, then Manny get to it," Raul said as he took my arm from Manny.
"Turn the bitch around, Manny told the men as they then followed his direction.