Disclaimer: this is a fictitious story involving non-consent, which is okay without consent. This is for fantasy and entertainment and should not be replicated.
It all started when I was working at Mr. Arnold's store. I was a young adult and he was an old man. 74, extremely overweight which made him waddle as he walked. He wore glasses. And only hired women. I was in my early 20's, slim, long brown hair and hated to do anything wrong. I didn't like getting in trouble and didn't want to get fired.
One day, one of the other girls got in trouble because she was rude to a customer (who was rude to her first). I heard her being reprimanded and did not envy her. When she returned, she had tears in her eyes and said she had been fired. The rest of us felt bad for her. But deep down, I didn't feel too bad. Being nice to the customers, under any circumstances, was part of the rules. And she had broken them.
I watched as she took her things and left. While I stood there, I felt someone come up behind me. I knew immediately who it was from the deep breathing. My heart started racing- was I in trouble too?
"Come to my office girl, I want to talk to you".
My boss said gruffly and then waddled away. I froze for a moment, worried that I too would get fired. I slowly followed him to the office. I stood in the doorway as he took his seat behind the desk.
"Come here". He said and pat his lap. I was confused, but slowly walked towards him.
"Sit". He said, and patted his knee again.
I felt extremely uncomfortable. He was treating me like a child, I was nearly 22! And...he was my boss. I had never sat on a man's lap who wasn't my father. But I didn't want to upset him, so I turned around and lowered myself onto his knee.
"Look at me". He said. And I twisted my body so that I was looking down at him.
"You have such lovely eyes. I could go swimming in them". He said, with a tenderness I'd never heard before. His large stomach was pressed against me, almost cushioning me. I didn't know what to say, so I said, "thank you".
"Let's run away together, you and I". He said, with a slight, mischievous smile. He seemed like a school boy, almost innocent and sweet. He held eye contact for a few moments- so long that I didn't know if he was being serious. Then, finally, he chuckled. Thank god. So I let out a laugh too. A nervous one, to be sure. I was so relieved. This was all a joke.
"Tell me what happened with Macy," He said. Macy was the girl he'd just fired. I didn't know anything more than anyone else, but I recalled the interaction as I had witnessed it.
"The customer was being quite rude," I said, trying to come to Macy's defence, "but Macy snapped back at her very harshly. The customer certainly did not deserve that". I was so uncomfortable on his knee. I tried to keep my back straight, which was hard when my feet weren't touching the ground. I was trying not to lean into him but I had no choice.
"No, the customer did not deserve that. When people come shopping here, they don't expect to be yelled at by the staff," he said as he placed his hand on my thigh, as if it were completely normal. I froze. My heart stopped. What was happening.
"I'm considering putting together a training workshop for the rest of the girls, I think everyone could use a refresher of the finer points that were in your contract when I hired you". His meaty hand, damp with sweat moved up my inner thigh, until his grubby fingers were cupping my mound. He started tapping it and squeezing it gently. I squirmed on his leg. "What would you think of that?" He asked, eyeing me as he fondled my private area.
