Do two wrongs make a right? Could they ever make a right?
Does no mean no, and does yes mean yes?
This is the first story I've ever written featuring non-consent and reluctance. This is only a piece of fantasy and nothing more. It contains elements of misogyny, which are only in place to present the fantasy authentically -- to explore the psychological terrain.
These characters just barged into my mind one day, sat down and started talking to me. At first they bestowed their stories on an unwilling writer, but soon enough the tale was pouring forth - this really bubbled up from down beneath...
PART ONE -- January 1991
There was a conspiracy of silence in the office. A group of eight women came to an unspoken agreement -- an agreement which was rarely mentioned and which they eschewed responsibility for. The eight of them knew the agreement was in place -- it was communicated by looks and knowing laughter. It was communicated by actions. The other women in the office had some inkling of the agreement, but there was never any available evidence and the eight women never mentioned it to them. The males in the office, besides Peter, were entirely in the dark -- they had no idea what was going on. Peter never told any of his colleagues -- he would face instant dismissal if he ever did.
The group of eight women were a mixed bunch: some were experienced predators. Some of them, however, had never entered into such an agreement before, nor been involved in maintaining an ongoing conspiracy of silence either. They learnt quickly -- the more experienced ones in management showed them the way.
Things just got out of hand and snowballed, some thought -- a few of the girls just started talking amongst themselves about the gorgeous 18 year old guy named Peter from Finance, who had started working there and one thing led to another.
Others in the group claimed the young man invited the attention by the way he looked at them and flirted with them. These women claimed that Peter ultimately instigated it. The women were just giving Peter what he wanted.
It was true that a few of the girls had been talking about Peter. It was also true that the situation started to get out of hand when the same girls began flirting with Peter and touching him inappropriately in the lifts or out in the back room. They had pinched his bum or run their hands over his back and shoulders. A couple of the girls had even tried to kiss him, when no one else was looking.
Then Peter's supervisor Lynn had found out when Peter approached her to make a complaint about the girls. Lynn had approached her superior Theresa about the matter, wondering how the problem should be dealt with. Theresa and Lynn didn't do anything. Both Theresa and Lynn took the girls side and then quickly got involved in the harassment as well. Then the desire to harass Peter reached across departments and another manager named Annette and another female supervisor named Sarah became involved as well.
None of these more senior females wanted to intervene on Peter's behalf or put an end to it. All four of them decided to a take the risk and just let the matter go, join in and harass Peter themselves.
The unspoken agreement between the eight women had a few rules. These were:
First, Peter was fair game for any of them. He was young and gorgeous and it was okay for the eight women to enjoy him if they wanted to, provided they were as discrete as possible. Peter's complaints and occasional tears were unfortunate, but ultimately could be ignored. Sometimes he might get upset, but he was just being young, and after all he was a heterosexual male and heterosexual males liked heterosexual females and sex. Why would he complain about anything they were doing to him?
Second, the eight women had to look out for each other. Those outside the clique had to be kept in the dark at all costs and at all times. They had to keep a lookout for each other and distract and confuse those who got too close to finding out the truth, or interrupting one of them while they were with Peter. It was important that nobody knew what was going on.
Third, all eight of them had to be prepared to stand up for the others should Peter actually make a formal complaint about being sexually harassed and bullied at work. It would be his word against all of theirs and they had to be prepared to lie and keep on lying if that's what it took. Everybody had to be protected.
Four, Theresa and Annette were in charge and all of them had to remember that. If the two managers wanted to end the agreement then everybody had to accept that. Hierarchy and levels of responsibility and authority had to be respected. They were experienced and knew how the situation needed to be handled.
Peter never knew what was going to happen at work. Some days very little would happen - maybe someone would pinch his bum and make some flirty comments. Other days the women would be all over him.
Sometimes his short sexy supervisor Lynn sat with him at a quiet desk and offered him so called training. She called it Training to be a Man. She pulled her chair in close and watched him as he navigated the screens on his computer. Then her hand would rest on his thigh as she carefully explained something about the work process he was learning. Then she would run her hand up his leg and place it on his hard cock, still talking to him, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Peter would just sit there red faced and embarrassed as Lynn carefully unzipped him and pushed her fingers inside his underwear. Lynn liked to question him carefully, scrutinising his facial features as she stroked him. The training would run for hours on end.
Sometimes the women watched Peter get up, walk away from his desk and enter the back room where the files and records were kept. At least two of them would stand up and discreetly follow him out there. The girls liked to surround him and take turns kissing him deeply and passionately. Sometimes they would spank him from behind after cornering him and forcing him into the wall.
One night five of the eight women worked in concert together. It was Friday night drinks and a group of people had stayed back too long and drank too much. Most of the older males and females had left and gone home to their families. A few of the younger guys stayed around.
Five of the girls, including Lynn and Sarah had caught Peter coming out of the male toilets. There had been a hush and the women stared at him for a moment. Then the girls grabbed him by the shirt and by his arms and dragged him into the female toilets opposite.
"No, no," he said laughing uncomfortably and then grew desperate.
They pushed Peter into one of the toilet cubicles and then followed him inside. Lynn and Sarah led the charge. Hands reached out and fingers fumbled with his buttons and zippers. The noisy determined females stripped Peter of his clothes piece by piece while he impotently tried to push their hands away. His gentle requests for respect and his passive resistance were ignored.
"Please Lynn, don't," he said softly, trying to stop his supervisor from stripping away his shirt. She grabbed the edges and pulled hard and the last two buttons dropped to the hard tile floor.
"No, don't," he begged before a young female named Kirsten forced her tongue in his mouth and sealed his lips with hers.
Sarah pulled his pants off and Lynn got his shirt off with the other girls help. His clothing lay in a pile outside the toilet cubicle. One of the girls picked everything up and carried it outside, throwing all his clothing down the stairwell. He was trapped naked in the female toilets, surrounded by a group of drunken women, unable to leave to get anyone's help.
Theresa guessed something was up ten minutes later. She was standing with Annette and some of her staff. She noticed that Peter hadn't come back from the toilets yet and that a few of the women were missing. She excused herself and walked in the direction of the toilets. She walked down the long corridor, hearing the sounds of a rampage coming from behind the closed door of the female toilet.
She walked in. The scene surprised her: the five drunken women had Peter trapped in the female toilets. They actually had him backed up in a corner of a cubicle, naked and hard against the wall. Theresa had no idea where his clothes were. Lynn as usual was the ringleader. She was giving the red faced male a hard hand job, pumping his large thick cock with her wet fist, while devouring his mouth. The other women were standing around, running their hands over him and sneaking kisses when they could. Everybody was being noisy.
He had been crying, Theresa noted, judging by his red eyes and shining cheeks. No doubt he had said no repeated times and no doubt the women ignored his weak willed complaints.
Theresa cleared her throat and the women spun about abruptly, worried about getting in big trouble.
"Can you please find his clothes Kirstin and Larissa and bring them back here."
"Okay, yes Theresa," the two girls said and ran off.
"And can the rest of you clean up and go home. Yes, that means all of you."
A few minutes later the female toilets were empty, apart from Peter and Theresa. Peter got his clothes back. They were piled up on the toilet floor at Theresa's feet. The five women had left and gone home as instructed.
