Warning: I've rubbed my pussy a little too much to this story. That is why it has taken me so long to post it. At that time, I checked for errors but, when I am edging words tend to get jumbled up, so I apologize in advance for the grammar.
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7 am
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After washing her ravishment down the drain, Anna dressed in her brown uniform shirt and left. She slammed the door on her way out, but Jeff was oblivious to her anger. He was in deep sleep, sprawled out on her Queen bed. The traces of his cum still lingered inside her, a mark of his territory and a reminder that she was his property,
On her way to work, Anna stopped at Walgreens to stock up on Plan B. She already had a stack hidden in a Tylenol bottle in her room. Jeff never used condoms and purposely attempted to get her pregnant despite her rebuttals. She sometimes found herself daydreaming of what a family would be like. As hard as she tried to picture another man in her life, Jeff always came to mind. A baby swaddling in his large arms made a thickness coat her throat. But it was only a dream, she wasn't ready to be a mother.
Anna arrived at work early. She was always the first one in the store. There alone, she cleaned and prepared for the day, pondering the contradicting feelings for Jeff and her situation. As much as she tried to fight it, she was in love with her captor. She didn't feel the need to call him that now, after purchasing a lightly used Audi 8 and financing her enrollment into the college classes she dreamed about. But he was keeping her hostage, blackmailing her with money and a place to stay. He was a bully, but she had become addicted to his cruelty.
Anna had cleaned everything when the new hire, Craig arrived at the store. He did so after Marsha, which was odd. In his short time at A&J Furniture, he had improved himself and his confidence level had skyrocketed. Today, he had traded his graphic T-shirts and khakis for a suit and dress shoes.
Craig walked with stride around the store with a suitcase at his side and his hair cut neat off his neck in a flattering fashion that matched his boss. Last night, after too many drinks, Jeff had bought him dress clothes, costly ones Craig could never have afforded, and named him in a promotion. He was establishing a bond with the man and last night, Jeff had taken him to a shady location. Craig was uncertain about entering, expressing reluctance, but Jeff found his lack of sexual exploits amusing and aimed to open the 28-year-old up to new perversions.
In return, Craig had given him advice on how to move forward in his business, even his illegal activities. He was slowly building his trust, something a lot of people didn't receive, especially his wife.
Craig looked toward his boss's wife. She was a petite little woman with a fresh face. Had she been single he could see himself dating the young lady.
Jeff had told him she had a temper and was only with him for his money, something Anna had said herself. He wondered why a guy like Jeff would bother with her when he had plenty of others around for his liking. It could have been her sweet curvy body and her innocent eyes. She was on her knees with her plump ass hoisted up, cleaning a small dirt stain on a white carpet on the floor and he imagined Jeff reigned over her little body, something he often thought about. Craig examined her unhappy face and called for her. When she didn't answer, he stepped toward her.
"Anna," he called, his voice dripping with fresh entitlement, "Anna."
She ignored him, narrowing her eyes on the shiny, cinnamon leather shoes, moving up and down in front of her. He was close, too close. Her fingers gripped the rug, straightening it down onto the floor.
"Anna Anderson."
"Don't call me that," she snapped.
"So, you heard me call you? You were just ignoring me?"
Anna looked up, past his long legs and hard stomach to frown. On her knees, she was inferior. She came to her feet with no difference in her esteem; she was short and only came to his chest.
"What?"
Craig examined her small body. She was very cute but teenage angst shone in her eyes alongside a pink blush ringing her cheeks. Her hand settled on her hip, a sign of her annoyance. He thought about the stories Jeff had told him last night and couldn't imagine the young girl in front of him acting in such a way.
"What?" Anna tapped her foot and her body swayed with jitters, "What? What do you want, why are you staring at me?"
Despite her attitude, he kept his smile, "This floor is what. Did you vacuum or sweep?"
Anna looked toward the industrial vacuum, folding her arms, "Do you see a broom, anywhere?"
"I don't like that."
"Like what?"
"This dirty floor for one and your attitude second," Craig arched his brow and centered on her forming a pout, "Give it another sweep, and then you can dust those end tables."
"I just did it." Anna turned around.
"Do it again. That's an order from your superior."
Craig grasped her arm back and she chuckled, pulling from his hold. She turned to face him, scanning his new and improved stature, "Who are you supposed to be?"
"Assistant Executive," he grinned with satisfaction, "Jeff gave me the promotion last night."
"And?" Anna scoffed, "That means nothing to me."
Craig dropped his grin and scratched the back of his neck, "It means, I am your new supervisor. Now that you know that, follow my orders. Get this place-"
Anna made a slow clap that ended his sentence and caused his cheeks to redden.
"Great impression," she giggled, "You could win an Oscar. But you're not Marty or Jeff, so you don't get to tell me what to do."
"That's changed. Marsha and Marty are under my supervision. And that goes for you too, so vacuum the floor again, please."
"Vacuum the floor again please." she mocked, "I already did. So go do your fake Assistant Executive stuff and leave me alone."
Craig frowned and unfolded his arms in a less threatening manner, "Seriously, look we don't have all day. We open in an hour. I want this place in order. Presentation is key."
"God, you sound just like him," she smirked, "But seriously, I don't care what your title is. You heard me, I'm not doing it again."
"Anna, Don't argue with me. I have every right to write you up for insubordination and perhaps deduct from your pay."
Anna laughed in his face. Her account was linked to her husband's and she received all of the profit from the sales. Her giggles were mocking. Demeaning his authority, she continued laughing while pulling the long cord around the machine, clarifying she wasn't going to obey him.
Craig shook his head, "Anna."
Anna giggled and his hands clasped in irritation.
"It's not funny, so, stop fucking laughing," he snapped.
"Temper, temper," Anna said through chuckles, "You suck at this job."
"I am not mad," he lied, "And, I didn't want the job, he gave it to me."
"Aren't you special," she rolled her eyes.
"Anna...." His voice tackled back but came forth with authority, "Anna, I want you to vacuum this floor again, and vacuum it properly. I want it done before you even think of turning that sign around. I have...."
The bell chimed, interrupting his rant and Jeff entered with a frown but brightened up when he saw his buddy.
"Craig." he greeted.
"Wassup, Dude," Craig teased, giving Jeff an oddly casual handshake that made Anna sneer, "I had fun last night."
"How did that thing turn out?"
"Whew, she was perfect. I needed that."
