All people in this story are fictional characters.
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I walked out of the office with my mind swimming. Did that really just happen? Did I just fuck my boss and leave her half naked on her desk dripping with my cum? I was stone cold sober, but I felt high.
After the euphoria of fucking Mya wore off, reality set in. Would I still have a job tomorrow? The thought of being kicked out of law school for misconduct made me break out in a cold sweat, or maybe it was the crushing debt I would have to face that made me panic. But, I did catch her doing blow, and she did tell me not to tell anyone about what had just happened.
There wasn't much I could do except show up to work tomorrow and act like nothing had happened. I went home, ate a frozen pizza, jerked off to what had happened earlier in the night, and went to bed.
The next day, I showed up at the office early and tried to keep a low profile all day. Mya didn't talk to me, let alone make eye contact with me, but she was friendly and bubbly to her associate and the secretary. She was dressed in low rise slacks and a white blouse- a little more casual than usual, but she still looked hot.
"How was your night, Mya?" asked our dumb secretary, whose desk is next to mine. "I know you went for a drink after court— did you do anything exciting?"
"No," Mya said, "it was pretty average." I kept my eyes on my computer, but I'm pretty sure Mya watched my neck and ears turn a brilliant shade of red. "In fact, it could have been the most boring night of my life," she continued. I stifled a laugh- not very well- and felt the daggers of Mya's eyes bore into the back of my head before I heard her walk off, heels clicking crisply on the tile floor.
"What about you, intern, did you do anything fun last night?" the annoying girl asked me. "Oh yeah," I responded, "I highlighted calls between Mya's client and his girlfriend all night. Then I ate a frozen pizza and went to bed. Living the dream, huh?" Our secretary rolled her eyes and turned back to her desk. I swear I heard her say "loser" under her breath. Fuck her.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, CORY?" Mya yelled from her office. My blood turned ice cold. I had no idea what I did wrong, but I had obviously messed up royally. "Get the fuck in my office— NOW," her voice rang through the building. The secretary gave me a smirk, her smile belying her enjoyment of my predicament. I stood up and smoothed out my button down shirt, now wishing I had worn an undershirt because I was starting to sweat.
I walked into the doorway of Mya's office and saw the stack of papers on which I had highlighted calls the prior evening. "What the fuck did you do here?" she asked.
"I highlighted all the calls between our client and his girlfriend, like you asked me to..." I responded from the doorway.
"You're a dumb piece of shit, you know that, Cory? I asked you to highlight the calls between our client and his WIFE. We don't care about the calls to his stupid fucking mistress. Tell me, why would we care about those?" She glared at me from her desk, her eyes icy. I briefly wondered if the plate of cocaine was still in the desk.
"Mya, I'm sorry, I must have misheard you, I wasn't thinking about the task," I kowtowed. Unfortunately, at the same time I was desperately trying to save my internship, I was getting turned on just being back in her office. Fucking sex addiction was going to be the death of my career. Or me.
"Cory, I can't help the fact that you're a bit slow," her tone changing from angry to sweet and demeaning. "But when I ask you to do something, you better do it right, and not waste my fucking time. Now go print out new records of the phone calls and bring them back here, so I can show your simple brain how it's done." I was about to protest, and explain that it was a simple misunderstanding, but I stopped myself. She wanted me alone in her office.
I left the door frame I had been standing in and went back to my desk to print out new records. "You're sooooo fucked!" squealed our secretary with delight. "Mya is going to tear you a new one!" I didn't respond. Thought I had a multitude of smartass things I could have responded with, I was focused on keeping my adrenaline from shooting through the roof at the thought of being alone with Mya, in her office. Again.
I printed out the records, got a cup of water, and took a few deep breaths before walking back to Mya's office. I knocked softly and opened the door at the same time, like I had done the night before. Mya was typing an email. "Sit down on the couch," she said, without looking up. The door clicked shut behind me. I sat down on the green suede couch that ran along the wall perpendicular to her desk, but her back was to me as she typed. I knew better than to start the conversation, as I really had no idea as to why I was in her office.
Finally, she swiveled around in her leather chair and locked eyes with me as she stood up. She swiftly took the few paces that were between us so that she was standing over me and, without any warning, brought her right hand back and slapped me across the face harder than any woman has ever hit me. I was stunned. Our eyes were still locked together. I opened my mouth slowly to say something, anything— but she quickly brought her hand back and slapped me again. This time I tasted blood in my mouth. I was still too stunned to say anything.
She took one step closer to me so that she was standing between my knees and grabbed my hair. She tilted my head back so that I was looking directly up into her big brown eyes. "You fucking raped me last night," she said. I'm not stupid so I kept my mouth shut. "I could have you sent to prison for life, you piece of shit," she continued, "your career, your schooling, your family, friends- all gone- if I so choose." She loosened her grip and started pulling her fingers through my sandy-blonde hair.
Please don't pop a boner, please don't pop a boner, I prayed to myself. I was caught between being incredibly turned on and incredibly scared for my future. It hadn't occurred to me that Mya might consider what happened last night rape, and my stomach knotted up at the thought. She was a badass lawyer and a small, defenseless woman, or at least she could make the case- and very convincingly. I was terrified.