September 2010. Tuesday 21st. The morning.
So this was how it was going to be. DC Merryfield had his hand on Holly Boston's ass. They shared an office together. They barely knew each other. In fact they had only known each other for less than fifteen minutes but now Holly could feel his hand grabbing and squeezing her ass. His hand lingered there as they were about to enter the briefing room. Merryfield was reluctant to let go but office decorum meant that he shouldn't have his hand on his colleague's ass in plain view of other detectives in the Metropolitan Police.
Holly's head dipped a little as he stopped groping her. She felt relief as he let go of her ass. She wasn't in the mood for any of the pastries or croissants that seemed to be a regular feature of the daily morning briefing. Holly made straight for an empty chair at the large table. She sat down and nodded at a couple of other detectives who politely smiled in return. It wasn't long before everyone drifted into the large space and brought food from the breakfast trolley with them as they sat down. Merryfield walked directly to the chair to Holly's right and Chapelle, who had entered the room directly after them, took the seat to Holly's left.
Holly was about to get up and take a seat on the other side of the table when the Detective Chief Inspector started the daily meeting. As soon as he started speaking that's when she felt not one but two hands on her legs. One hand on her left thigh and one hand on her right. Synchronised groping. She could feel their intense grip as each of the men beside her slid their hands up and down her legs.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
The words kept repeating over and over in her mind as the intensity of their hands on her inner thighs increased. They pulled her legs apart forcefully. She knew then that they wanted to go higher up her legs. Holly was very glad that she hadn't worn a skirt that morning. However, whether it had been a skirt or trousers that she had worn today would not have made a blind bit of difference to how powerless she felt at this given moment in time. She couldn't concentrate on the Chief Inspector's words. Every sentence he uttered was a monotonous drone as her head was filled with disgust at how their hands moved up towards the top of her inner thighs. Every muscle in her body was tense and rigid as their fingers reached unceremoniously for her sex. It was Merryfield's fingers that touched her there first. His left hand pressed against her pussy hard. His fingers rubbing her between her thighs.
Holly couldn't do anything to fight them both off. She had to sit there in silence and take it. Every single second seemed to drag on for an eternity as Merryfield pushed harder between her legs. She couldn't believe what he was trying to do. He was trying to push his fingers inside of her in spite of the tightness of the material of her trousers and her lace panties being in the way.
Merryfield gave up and, as if he could sense his defeat, Chapelle abruptly moved his hand up between her legs and rubbed her pussy gently through her trousers and panties. Her legs still forced open as he worked her pussy. Her body responded even as her mind screamed at her to do something. She could feel her pussy starting to become moist. Wet almost.
'Fuck. No! Fuck. No! Fuck! No! No! No!'
They both let go of her body at the same time and the torment that she had just been put through was over. For now at least. Her mind momentarily wondered why they had both stopped so abruptly when she realised that the meeting was over. Everyone had already begun leaving their chairs and making their way out of the room. She became acutely aware that Chief Inspector Brooks was staring at her. She was silent as their eyes locked briefly. DC Boston got up quickly. Holly wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed or ashamed at what had just happened under the gaze of her new boss.
She knew she should be feeling rage and defiance. The intellect inside of her had shut down and her mind clearly wasn't thinking straight after all that happened. The indignity of what she had just experienced because of those two men should have been foremost in her mind. Instead all she could feel in that moment was the shame of how she had let it happen without so much of a hint of resistance.
She returned slowly to her office. Holly knew Merryfield would be there and she was reasonably certain that Chapelle would be there too. She was right. She found both of them in deep conversation as she sat down at her desk and began logging in to her computer.
