The Uninvited
The Nanci Report - a fine line between reality and fantasy
Chapter 5 Part 2
Sunday was a nightmare for Nanci; the day before she had reached home rather early. It was fortunate that her girlfriend was still upset at her for making her come home alone from the party, so when Nanci opened the door she hadn't even looked at her when she walked into the room.
It was good, for now... she rapidly turned into the hallway leading to the washroom and disappeared from view
She took all of her clothes and left it on a heap on the floor of her washroom. She stood up naked in front of the large mirror. The larger and well lit room showed her in clear definition the damage done to her.
Her clear skin was peppered in bruises and scratches and she felt dirty for the first time of her life... tears swelled in her hazel eyes and she step into the shower...
She put the water the hottest she could take it; and she vigorously rubbed her scrubber attempting perhaps to cleanse beyond her skin.
She stood there for a long time; her tears mixed with the warm water left her but her confusion and fear not.
She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in tow large bath towels... covering herself as much as she could; she never looked at the mirror again until she step out of the room.
Walking to the bedroom she heard her girlfriend calling at her for the first time since that fatidic night
- "So, I guess you had a good time... you didn't come home" - She said with an edge to her voice - "You know, soon or later you're going to get in trouble with that bunch; they're not your friends... no guy will ever be your friend, I know... they just want to get to your panties and then move on to the next score. I noticed how that Randy looks at your ass. He cannot wait to get to it... he just doesn't seem to have the balls to make the move. The brothers are even more pathetic.
But, you gotta be careful with that short brunette... What's her name...? Jen, isn't?" -
Nanci felt a cold shiver ran down her back... how long was she going to be able to conceal the truth? If her girlfriend was able to pretty much paint an accurate portrait without so much exposure... the cold ran up her spine this time and without a word she stepped into her bedroom.
A sudden tiredness came over her and shedding her towels she sled under her bed covers, put one of the pillows over her head and fell asleep almost immediately.
She woke up when it was already dark when she felt her girlfriend getting in the bed behind her and felt her warm naked body snuggle against her back. Nanci stood motionless while she felt her girlfriend hand slide over her hips and found her pubis.
For the first time, in a long time, this simple act made her feel safe and loved. She arched her back, thrusting her round ass into her girlfriend's embrace and let the warmth sensations creep from her loins to the rest of her body.
If she could make that instant eternal, then her life will be perfect once again.
Nanci felt the butterflies in her tummy getting wilder as the bus approached her last stop. The heavy clouds and the fresh snow on the ground did not help with her apprehension in heading back to the office again...
She had thought about not returning, leave the province altogether... had wanted to go back to Ontario; perhaps go back to her times there, when the world seemed hers to conquer. Perhaps go back to her beginnings, when she thought love was the only thing in the world... when the only person she cared about also cared about her; what was his name? ... Never managed to learn his strange name properly... she always referred to him as "Professor";she missed her old high school teacher... he had showed her the fine intricacies of carnal love.
But it was more... she couldn't find another man like it.
The she had grown disillusioned with men and had discovered the Sapphic love; so devoid of insecurities and selfishness; she never looked back... but a part of her kept calling.
She had started to create a persona more in line with her hidden desires rather than herself... A darker version of herself; to satisfy her denied desires and to make them pay for all the wrongs she had ever been subjected to.
She was going to be nasty, cruel and nasty.. Play with them.. Make them believe they could control her, make them believe she would surrender to their sick instincts.
Poor fools, not smart enough to even notice her warnings in her sites... she filled her endless hours of boredom at work by teasing her victims and it did amused her their predictable diatribes and crude comments. It was not what they said or do, what excited her; rather the sense of control she had over them... putty on her hands. Always ready to do her bidding... many didn't make it... many fell under her onslaught... the fool stick around playing their pathetic act; the so called masters of her domain; without thinking that it was her the one that mastered their lives.
There was one that kept nagging her... he wouldn't quit. The only one that had managed to put in writing her fantasies closer to what she had wanted. Had managed to surprise her in many occasions, ignoring the boundaries she had put in place.
Against her good judgment had allowed him to insert himself into her imagined world. She had dropped her shields only once. And he had stormed in, carelessly...
She would never allow him into her real world... The one he painted wasn't hers.. It could never be... it will never be.
She will have to leave behind all she had accomplished until then; it will means to erase all she had ever learned; ten years of life would have to come to an end.
No, she wasn't prepared to let that happen.
She was still in control, or wasn't?
Her reveries stopped when the bus turned north from 17th Avenue to 14th street, her stop was 1 1/2 blocks away... she steeled herself; convinced herself that she will have to weather whatever was due to her.
She'll find a way out. Always had.
The bus stopped at the corner of 14th St and 15th Avenue. She stepped out and walked down the side of the building towards the back entrance. She drew a long breath before entering the building.
She had purposely arrived a bit later than usual; she didn't want to face her tormentor without the rest of the office people being there.
She opened the door entrance and walked in.
Marge, was sitting at her desk and looked at her and smiled
-"Oh good morning Nanci... rough weekend?" - She said with a smile
Nanci immediately panicked; did everyone know what had happened?
-" Uh, Hi Marge... no, I missed my bus..." - She managed to squeeze out and managed to fake a smile.
She quickly walked towards her desk, smiling and nodding to the others already working. Her tension increased when she came closer to Cheryl's desk... the other woman had her head down; concentrating on a pile of forms; she looked up and a brought a cold smile to her face.
-" Hi Nanci, how was your weekend, darling?" - She zeroed on Nanci's eyes for a few uncomfortable seconds... - "Jen was a bit worried about you, she sent her regards...she was wondering when we are going out partying again!"- Her smile stayed, but her eyes did not shared the sentiments.
Nanci managed to smile and continue walking... - "Hi Cheryl... ah... I am not sure I want to do that again..."-
The other woman said while Nanci's walked away from the encounter. -" Aww, she'll be so disappointed, Nanci... I think I can convince you to change your mind." - Her voice raised a bit -" Randy is thinking in hiring her again. We'll be like family again!"-
Another shiver traveled down Nanci's spine as she reached her desk.
She sat, turned her computer on and grabbed the newly placed paperwork in her inbox. Tried to calm herself by thinking of a busy day ahead.
Nothing else happened out of the ordinary; Randy never came out of his office the while day; saw him once getting out, probably for lunch... she fought her hunger and decided to drink the coffee they brew in their little cafeteria and bought a few snacks from the vending machines.. She just prayed for the day to end.
During lunch she logged into her FetLife site; fenced he regular friend requests; absent minded browsed over a couple of profiles and read some of the inane commentary left by some of the sickos.. And looked at some of her tributes; that took her mind off looking at those dripping and oozing cocks, cumming on her name. A sense of control returned to her troubled mind.
For some reason she failed to feel aroused by the images. And she came across another whining tirade by her Ontario fan; complaining, once again of her apparent disregard for his feelings... annoyance crept up and she wrote another short rebuttal to his pleas, ignoring completely the text in front of her.
-" God, man... why won't you leave me alone?" - She thought to herself, while clicking send in her keyboard. - "Why can you take the hint? Just finish what you promised me!" - as it had happened many times before, she fought the impulse to block him again from all her profiles and perhaps even block his emails.. But something keeps stopping her. It was almost cute the way he kept coming back even after all the abuse she had put him through. Maybe he was for real on his devotion for her?
Maybe the things he kept saying, were for real? Maybe there was another world out there, with that stranger from Ontario, who kept declaring his undying love for her... she shook her head - "Keep it together girl; you know better!" -
Her hour lunch went fast looking at some steamy videos in Xhamster.. Favorite a few before logging off and she stood up to go for another tea.
She felt more relaxed as the absence of incidents excepting the early morning exchange with Cheryl. Everyone had acted as usual.
Even the twins have paid attention to her, beyond the usual work chatter.
On the way to the kitchenette she passed in front of Randy's office and she did not look in...
-" Nanci?" - He called, and her heart skipped a beat - "Nanci, can you please come in here, please?" -
