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.
"I....I think the girls have been scared straight by Macy getting fired. I don't think anyone will break anymore rules". I said, hoping that this would be the end of the conversation. I was mortified that the adrenaline of the situation, and his gentle fondling had started making me wet, which he could feel through my underwear. A smile crept up on his lips.
"You think so?" He said as he swiftly dipped his hand behind my underwear and slipped one of his fat fingers between my lips. I sharply inhaled and held my breath, looking away from his pudgy, sweaty face, gray hairs coming out of his nose and on his chin, age spots on his neck. His hands were soft and pudgy. His mouth went slack and he stared at her with longing as he slipped his finger middle finger in and out of me, the movement of which made me bounce on his knee. His breathing was heavy. I couldn't see his face anymore, but he overtaken by lust. It was only when I turned away that I realized that his office door was wide open. Tears formed in my eyes. This felt so disgusting. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was so wrong.
No one was watching it seemed, but I turned bright red. Anyone could walk in and see....this... him molesting me. I don't know what propelled me, but I suddenly tried to stand up- "I should really get going-" I said, feigning hurry and rising, his finger slipping out of me. I managed to stand up, but he came to and caught my arm before I could get far enough away.
"NO". He said firmly, in an angry tone. The one I've always tried to avoid. I froze and shrank in place and turned to him. "Please". I said, with tears in my eyes. I didn't want to sit on his lap again.
"Shut the door, we still have things to discuss". He sneered, rustling some papers on his desk. I had spoiled his fun. I had made him angry. I should have just let him continue. What would he do now?
Pt. 2
I sat in the chair opposite him. He would not make eye contact with me. Instead, he recited every time I had clocked in and out of work over the past month.
"You haven't been late for a shift, not once". He said, impressed.
