After that time in Mr. Arnold's office, he would touch me whenever he had a chance. Whenever the other girls weren't looking.
Sometimes we would be alone together behind the counter, at the register and he would wrap his arms around me from behind, as much as his gut would allow him to, and slip a finger down my panties. He once did it for so long that I came. I think one of the girls saw - there was a flurry of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye, but it quickly disappeared.
But surely, if anyone saw, they would know that I didn't want this? They had to know I was being taken against my will? And yet, they said nothing. But I guess if the positions were reversed, would I have anything? And to whom? This was all so fucked up.
One morning I walked into the store and there was a sign on the door that said, "Closed for Staff Training 12-1pm". Great, he was taking our lunch hour to train us. I assumed he meant he was going to go over the training we received when we were first hired. But based on the way that he way he had been touching me and how he talking about this day with so much excitement, I had a sinking feeling it was going to be something more...
When I walked in, I saw all the girls huddled near the staff room.
"Finally!" My boss shouted when he saw me. He waddled over to the gaggle of girls. "Follow me". He snarled under his breath and led all of us to the back room. The girls were nervous, you could sense it in the group. If one of them had seen him molesting me, which I'm sure they had, then they told the others. Everyone was very anxious as to what may lay ahead.
Once we were all in the backroom, my boss told us all to line up. He was breathing heavily. He had walked quickly to the back, and you could tell it was causing his overweight body to huff and puff. There was a mustard stain on his shirt, and he smelled unclean. You could smell him from across the room. I gagged at the memory of having his disgusting penis in my mouth.
"What happened to Macy was unfortunate. I want to make sure I never have to fire any of you. Today, you're going to be trained on how to be nice. If you don't want to work here anymore, you are free to leave at any time." He said, eyeing us. The girls nodded, eyes wide.
"Now, pair up. We're going to do some exercises". The boss smiled a wicked smile, and turned around to find a chair while we found our partners. Of course, we all gravitated to who we were closest to, friendship wise. I ended up with Emily, a girl I had known since kindergarten but we never became especially close. Until today.
"Now that you have your partners, I'd like you to remove your clothes." He said, as if he had asked us to turn off the light before leaving. All the girls froze and looked around, confused. Was this legal? What was happening? I don't know what propelled me to do it, maybe because he had been fucking with me all week, but I heard myself say,
"I don't think that's right."
I regretted it almost immediately. I could see venom in his eyes. But also like he was entertained...giddy. I was scared. What had I done.
"You do, do you? That's not very nice, girl. For that, you're going to remove your clothes first, in front of everybody." He said, grinning.
I didn't move. I was frozen in place. It was one thing to be touched by him in "private" - but to be naked in front of the girls? No way.
"Would you like to be fired?" He said sweetly, tilting his head.
"No" I mumbled.
"Step up" he said, motioning for me to stand in front of the line, between him and the girls. "Go on. Take it off". He said, waiting. All he was missing was popcorn.
I hesitantly stood in the middle and sucked in my breath. My heart was pounding. I didn't know which way to turn. Towards him, or towards the girls. Both were humiliating. I guess they'd all see soon enough.
"Face the girls". He said. I guess my decision had been made for me.
I stood in front of the girls and slowly lifted my shirt. I was wearing a white push up bra. that wasn't so hard. Next came my skirt. I unzipped the back and let it fall to the floor, kicking it aside. I was extremely embarrassed by my bikini line. My pubic hair came out of the sides of my underwear. I stood there for a minute, in my bra and panties. Praying this would be enough. But I knew it would not be.
"Now the rest, and hurry up. We only have an hour." He said, tapping his watch.
I slowly reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I tried to cover myself with it, but realized I'd need my hands to take off my underwear. My breasts had never been exposed in public before, and they felt cold. My nipples began to harden. I was so embarrassed. The girls tried to look away, or look at my face, or look off in the distance, but my boss wouldn't have it.
