I spent the next hour sitting in a bathroom stall, crying my eyes out. I'd been raped by the CEO and I had allowed it to happen. Had even been made to participate and respond to his attentions.
I felt dirty and worthless, degraded in a way that I'd never felt before. All for a job. Yes, a job that I'd dreamed about and worked for, to be a professional in an important business. But that made it feel even worse, because I felt like I'd whored myself for that job. Making me wonder if I deserved it for my ability, or whether I got it for my looks, with my body. I'd never felt so undermined and ashamed.
I'd tried to wash the taste of myself out of my mouth, but the residue remained, even if it was only in my head. The foul taste of his fingers, or rather my juices, coated my tongue and pervaded my smell, reminding me that I'd got wet for him, like a wanton slut.
That together with his residue between my legs... and mine too? I'd tried to wipe it away scrub myself clean with wet tissues, but they didn't stop me leaking into my underwear, a stark reminder of what he'd done. I thought of taking them off, but the idea of having nothing on with this short skirt appalled me, so I settled for the damp reminder against my abused pussy. But that only compounded the ache I felt from his relentless battering and the discomfort from where his thumb had so disgustingly gone.
In my bewildered state, I tried to consider my options. Should I make a stand? What he'd done wasn't legal, it wasn't even ethical. Could I get legal recourse? Rape or harassment charges. Maybe, but that would be the end of my career. He was too powerful, too important. Nothing would come of it, except my further degradation, dragging my name through the mud. Leaving me with nothing except the memory of what he'd done... And I'd thanked him. Ostensibly for the job, but it may as well have been for raping me. I felt so insignificant and empty.
I felt like sculking away, to go and lick my wounds and... Ms Alves found me sitting on the toilet, wallowing in my misery. She stood over me, regarding me for a long moment with a look of compassion, or maybe pity. I'm no longer sure if it wasn't something else...
"Joao told me he wants to give you a job." Her voice as kind as she could get. "Congratulations."
I looked up at her through weepy eyes, not able to accept her praise. I couldn't say anything, my stare dropping down to her feet. She gently cupped my chin and made me look at her.
"I know." Was all she said, but it was enough for me to know she knew but wasn't going to do anything about it. Wasn't going to really help me. "I told you that you would be tested. You've shown you have what it takes and now you have what you desired."
"But... I didn't..." I mumbled.
"Come on. You need to be strong. Let's go to my office." She became business like, pulling me up and wrapping an arm around my shoulder, in a move that was both comforting and compelling. "We can have a cup of coffee and I'll arrange the paperwork. Client liaison... doesn't that sound exciting?"
She coaxed me in front of the mirror, where all I saw was a sad defeated young woman with watering eyes. She wiped away my tears and said "Let's fix you up. You must always look your best."
I sensed the irony of making myself up to look good, when that was what got me raped in the first place. But I didn't have the strength to resist her. Minutes later, with a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow to mask my distress we walked into her office.
She clicked her fingers at the tight short-skirted high-heeled woman waiting patiently just outside her office door. To my surprise and discomfort, I realised she was the one who had served between my legs the day before. For a second I wondered what it must be liked to be clicked at so dismissively, non-verbal instructions to serve, being expected to obey without hesitation. But then we were in the office and she ushered me to the couch, before reclining in her high-backed burgundy chair, her elegantly crossed stocking-clad leg bouncing slightly, causing her shiny black open-toed stiletto to rise and fall in an almost mesmerising way.
I couldn't help wondering whether the leaking humiliation between my legs would ooze through my
flimsy panties and cause a wet spot on my dress, or even more embarrassing on the material of the couch on which I sat. I clenched by pelvis and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to prevent such a terrible outcome.
"We have a proposal for you. An exciting opportunity to work with our clients, our partners and our company executives. You will get so much exposure and experience helping to acquire business and influence decisions." She cut to the chase immediately, hardly letting me compose myself and my quiet sniffling, before the deluge of information. "There's your contract. You'll see it all in there." She continued, indicating a file on the table in front of me. It sounded amazing, but I couldn't shake the image of me bent over, skirt up and the CEO fucking me against the window.
"I.. I don't know." I spluttered, not picking up the contract. "Has he... umm? Are there... others?"
"Oh, come on, Lucia." She callously dismissed my feelings and uncertainty. "Welcome to the real world. Possibly, but I'm not at liberty to say... It's just the way it is. You did what you did to get ahead. Now you have a great opportunity. You have a chance to shine and be what you were meant to be. Just sign and you can have what you deserve."
"Did... did you..." I asked tentatively, wanting to know but too scared to actually finish the question.
She frowned at me, not answering. The awkwardness was broken by the coffee girl entering with two steaming cups, sashaying over to place one next to her and bringing the other one to me, seeming to curtsey graciously as she did, before she turned and strutted back towards the door. She looked like such a slut with her too short skirt not even hiding the tops of her stockings and her impeccable makeup that must have taken hours to apply, just to look perfectly pretty and slightly whorish. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she should be ashamed to dress like that in the office. But I knew what she was, reminding me of my own... But I wasn't like her, I had a choice. I had a real job.
