The weekend flew by as if nothing had happened to me that passed Friday. On Friday, my boss at my new job offered to take me out for a stress free evening at this hip lounge, Grooves. I had a nice time with my boss and thought that this job would work out well.
That was until he forced his way into my apartment and raped me. The worst part about this situation is that I desperately needed this job. I was actually considering biting the bullet and continuing to work there. At least until I found other arrangements.
The dreaded Monday morning had arrived and I had to beg myself to get out of bed and get ready for work. I arrived at the offices of Clarke, Patterson, and Schwartz at 8:30 am on the dot. Good, I could camp out in the break room and finish my breakfast before the workday started at 9 am.
Apparently, my rapist of a boss, Matthew Clarke had the same plan. He was walking towards where I was standing more preoccupied with whatever he bought from Panera Bread. I wanted nothing more right then to knee him in his crotch and kick him over and over while he writhed in pain on the ground. That thought made me smile a bit. I regained my composure and acted as though I hadn't seen him walking towards the elevators.
"Oh, good morning, Ms. Hughes. You're here early."
"Good morning, Mr. Clarke. Yes, I had to do some quick filing before the day started," I lied. The elevators door opened and we stepped in. He pushed our floor number and as soon as the doors closed, He turned his full attention to me. His cool facade was left behind in the lobby.
"Listen about what happened Friday," he began. I braced myself for an apology. "I hope you understand that whatever goes on outside the workplace, it's best for both parties to keep it separate from work." What was he saying? "I guess what I mean is that if we ever wanted to consider making it a common occurrence, we need to be mature about it and be professional at work. We can't have the partners talking," he chuckled. He was full of shit and I had heard enough.
"Hell no I don't want to make my rape a common occurrence! What the hell is wrong with you? Were you not-"
He closed the gap between us in the elevator lighting fast stopping me from continuing my train of thought. In an instant, he had dropped his briefcase and Panera bag on the floor. He was now towering over me menacingly. "Let's get one thing straight, Dawn. You were not forced to do anything you didn't want to do as I recall. And as I also recall very clearly, you loved every minute of it. You loved this white cock slamming into you. So if you're thinking about dragging my name through the mud over your dignity, you can forget about it."
I was utterly shocked by what he had just said to me. It terrified the hell out of me to see how vicious and cold he had instantly become. I wanted to get out of that elevator. I shrunk back into the corner of the elevator and said nothing. He wasn't letting me off so easy. He followed me into the corner and painfully grabbed a handful of my ass through my pants. I yelped in pain as he roughly squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh.
Matthew whispered in my ear, "You know, I can have you anytime. You work for me and whether you want to admit it to yourself or not, you loved me inside of you. You loved taking my cock covered in your juices into your mouth and cleaning me. You loved my seed drenching your milk chocolate tits just as much as I did. Let's be truthful, you want me."
I shuddered at his words...I was afraid he was going to take me in the elevator. I swallowed down the lump of fear painfully growing in my throat. He continued to message my ass cheeks and he nuzzled and nibbled on my ear lobe. His other hand slowly ventured under my sweater and deftly slipped under my bra. He fondled my breasts gently and twisted my nipples until they were taut. He moved his hand from my ass to the front of my now damp panties. Matthew caressed my sensitive nub. A small moan escaped from my mouth before I could stop it.
He chuckled and started to suck on my neck, feathering kisses from my collarbone. What was I doing? I was letting him have his way with me. He attacked me in my home and I was willingly giving myself to him in my place of business—in the elevator of all places. I had to get away. I pulled away from him and threw myself at the button panel. I pushed a button, any button to escape him. The elevator jerked to a halt and I hurried out without looking back.
