Megan locked the office door, happy that another long day was over. While she enjoyed her job and counted herself lucky, it had been a stressful nine hours and she was looking forward to heading home and curling up with a good book.
Megan was a short woman in her mid-thirties, happily single. She had been married once, a terrible choice that she was relieved to have put behind her. Her hair was chestnut brown, which she had cut into a pixie when her divorce was finalized but had grown out somewhat since then. Her blue eyes were piercing, standing out clearly against her pale skin. She was a slight woman, she worked out several times a week and was thankful she'd lost the stress weight her marriage had put on her frame.
She had put the last of the day's files away and clicked the light switch as she hoisted her bag and headed for the back door when it suddenly opened and the new guy stepped inside.
This was nothing unusual. Most of the guys ran oddball shifts, and came and went from the office all the time. As she looked at him, she realized she recognized him. A few years ago she had been working at a bar, and he was on staff. What was his name again?
He was short, surprisingly so. She thought she remembered him being taller. His once dark hair seemed somewhat faded and thinned, though it was hard to see under the cap he was wearing. He had the same brown eyes of course, with a few extra wrinkles on the edges. He was thick but not fat, the kind of guy who could pick up her desk and carry it without breaking a sweat. He was clean-shaven and looked to be in his late forties, maybe early 50s. Megan had never been a good judge of age. He didn't look much older than he had those years ago, though.
He took off his cap and ran one hand through his hair, which was wet and definatly thinner than it was a few years ago. The rain must have started again. He glanced over and saw Megan.
"It's a mess out there," he said, wiping his shoes on the mat. "Freezing rain everywhere. Truck nearly went off the road on my way back."
"I'll be careful," Megan said, as she headed for the door.
"You can't go out in this!" he said, stepping in front of her and slamming the door shut suddenly, startling her. She backed up a couple steps, shocked to be so close to him.
"It's just a bit of rain," Megan protested.
"It's just a lot of rain," he countered. "Give it a few minutes and maybe it will let up." He paused, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Rob, by the way. Not sure if we've been formally introduced."
He must not recognize me, she thought. "Megan," she said, taking his hand. It felt a bit rough, and very strong, like if he wanted to he could break her hand. Of course he didn't and simply gripped it firmly as they shook.
"So you are the office girl, huh?" Rob said.
"Yes," she replied. "When you're done at the end of the day this is the basket your paperwork goes in. It gets processed the next business day so as long as I have it by 8 a.m. you're good."
Megan wasn't sure why, but Rob was making her nervous. Was he starting at her? It must be her imagination, but she could feel his eyes examining her. She suddenly wished she was wearing her coat.
Megan felt a flush creeping up her cheeks. When she was younger, she'd had fantasies of being "taken" by strangers, the product of a nearly nonexistent sex life. She'd never acted on the fantasies, of course, as in real life such a thing would be incredibly dangerous.
So now, standing in a dark office with someone who was nearly a stranger, and a man, she couldn't help but think of those dark daydreams. She walked back into the office, wanting to get away from him and her runaway imagination. She reached for the light switch, when Rob grabbed her hand to stop her. She jumped, pulling back her hand, but he held on to it. It felt like there was a slight electic current running between them.
"Sorry," he said. "I just like it better dark." His thumb stroked her hand. She tried pulling it away again, but he held it firmly.
"Um, can I have my hand back, please?" Megan said. She meant it to come out like a command, but it came out more like a question. Rob smirked.
"No, I think I'll keep it," he said, but then he let go. She rubbed it nervously. She was getting a really weird vibe from Rob, and wished she wasn't alone with him in the office. In the dark. Her fear and, horrifically, her desire were both starting to increase. Forget the rain, she needed to get out before something happened.
She moved past Rob, heading for the door again. One of his thick arms shot out against the wall, stopping her. She tried ducking under it quickly, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt a hand on her waistline and suddenly she was facing Rob, much too close for comfort.
"Let go of me!" Megan said.
His hand relaxed, but didn't let go. He caressed her side. She tried wiggling away but there was nowhere to go, she realized she was between the wall and him and he was pressing up against her, one of his legs between hers, keeping her legs open. Her heart rate began to speed. These things didn't happen in real life.
"What...what do you think you are doing?" Megan said, trying to push his hand off her side. His other hand slid down and across her stomach and was moving dangerously close to her breasts. Megan knew she had to get away, right now. She put both her hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as she could.
Rob stumbled backwards a couple feet. Megan took off for the door, wrenching it open, but before she was out she felt an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth, stifling her yell.
"That wasn't very kind of you," Rob hissed in her ear. "You ought to be nicer to your coworkers." He kicked the door shut again, and it slammed with a sound of finality. Megan was panicked. She racked her brain, trying to remember if she hadn't seen any of the guys yet and they might be heading in. But her heart dropped as she realized every one of them had already returned, dropped off their work and headed out.
No one else was coming in that night.
Rob pulled her effortlessly back towards the office. Megan was struggling as hard as she could, but it wasn't making any difference. He pulled her into the side office and shut the door with his foot, then pushed Megan up against the desk.
With the desk pressing into her at the top of her thighs, and Rob pressing against her back, she could feel what she could mistake for a steel rod in his pants, if she didn't know better. She breathed quickly, trying to calm her heart rate and think clearly. Her head was swimming with fear and desire, and the two emotions were feeding off each other. Megan had always known fear, for her, was a strong aphrodisiac.
"If I let go, are you going to scream?" Rob said quietly. Megan realized that if she did, he would just cover it again, and that would do her no good. Her desire was flooding her body, but she knew she couldn't act on it, that would be insane. Maybe if she could talk, she could reason with him. After a moment, she shook her head no, and Rob pulled his hand away from her mouth.
"Please, Rob, let me go," Megan said quietly. "I promise I won't tell anyone."
Rob reached around her and grasped both her breasts firmly, making her gasp. "That's right, you won't," he said. "But I'm not letting you go. I can feel the heat coming off your body," he said, inhaling deeply by her neck. "I know I excite you," he said, kneading her breasts. Megan felt shamed as her nipples grew hard under his hands. She tried pushing his hands off her.
He let go, but grabbed her shoulders and slammed her torso against the desk. Megan had never felt so vulnerable, or so turned on, before. His pole was pressing between her ass cheeks, separated only by two layers of clothing. She couldn't move. One of his hands stayed against her back, pressing between her shoulder blades while his other hand began reaching up her skirt.
Megan desperately tried to kick backwards, to somehow get up but it was no use. His hand reached up, unobstructed, and touched the edge of her panties. He stroked one finger along the edge before he started reaching inside.
Megan starting screaming. To hell with it, she couldn't just lie here and take this! For fuck's sake who the hell did he think he was? His hand clamped over her scream, and he was holding a cloth, which he stuffed into her mouth quickly. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her panties, and gave a sharp smack across her ass.
Megan jumped, shocked. The smack sent an jolt of desire right up her spine. Rob gently caressed her ass, covered with the lacy lilac-colored panties. Oh dear God, she thought, Rob is looking at my panties. Why was this happening? Rob didn't even know her, as far as he thought they had just met and he was forcing himself on her. She felt his hand let go of her back, and hook into the edge of her panties. She quickly tried to get up, and he slammed her back down.
"No, little slut," Rob said. "You need to stay still now."
What. The. Fuck. Little slut? Who the fuck did he think he was? She yelled against the cloth in her mouth, hating him. And hating herself. She felt his hands hook into her panties again, and he began pulling downward. She knew she was wet, so wet. Oh no, no no no...
Megan sobbed. There didn't seem to be any way to stop him. Maybe...maybe she shouldn't struggle. It wasn't doing any good...and it was so exciting. But she couldn't just give in. She couldn't just let him rape her! She fought against the part of her brain urging her to let it happen.
As Megan fought her internal struggle, Robs' hands went between her legs, touching her mound and he pressed two fingers inside her. Megan cried out, trying to press her legs together and stop him, but her pussy was so soaked his fingers not only felt no resistance but were sliding in easily. She heard Rob chuckling behind her.
He face flushed hot, incredibly ashamed. Her body was betraying her. His other hand stroked up her spine, sending a shudder through her arms and legs. "Why my dear, I do believe you are enjoying yourself," Rob said, sounding quite pleased with himself.
"No, no no no no," Megan said, the sound muffled by the cloth, but it was no use. Her body had betrayed her. Her secret fantasy was being fulfilled, the darkest desires of her sexual hunger. As his fingers probed into her depths, she felt a stirring deep inside she fought against. She wouldn't do it, she wouldn't let him control her...but as he started pressing a third finger inside her, she felt her legs parting and she heard a moan escape her lips.
Suddenly, he was gone, his fingers pulled out of her and his body was no longer against hers. She froze, the sudden emptiness almost painful. But before she could regain her senses and get out of there, she heard the sound of a zipper and he was against her again.
