*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
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Brady Scott was the hottest boss I had ever had. I enjoyed going into work knowing that he would be there in his designer suits waiting for his morning coffee. It was my job to pick up coffee for everyone in the office each morning and I had been given a credit card to use for that purpose. I might have used it to buy a new dress from the nearby mall once but I was pretty sure he didn't look too closely at the expenditures. I walked into work, balancing the coffee carefully as I keyed in.
Brady hadn't arrived yet and so I turned on the lights and booted up the old computer that I used to make Brady's appointments. The phone was already ringing, but I ignored it. We weren't officially open yet. I brought each person's coffee to their desk and set it down gingerly. The phone rang again and this time I moved to it and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Janis?"
"Yes, this is Janis! How can I help you?"
"It's Brady. How many times have I told you to answer the phone, 'Brady Scott and partners, how may I help you? This is Janis?'"
"Oh yeah! I'm sorry I forgot."
"You seem to be forgetting a lot of things, Janis. I'm going to need to see you in my office when I get there. I'm running a few minutes late this morning. Please let my 9am phone meeting know that I need to push it back to 9:30."
"Okay, sure Brady! I've got this!"
"Thanks, Janis! See you soon." As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again. I fielded calls until he arrived, making sure to answer the phone the way that he had instructed me to. I thought I was doing a pretty good job and I was proud of myself. By the time he arrived, I was sure he would be proud of me too when he saw me but when he walked by my desk and glared at me I was pretty sure he was mad about something. I couldn't figure out what it could be and so I walked to the doorframe of his office and poked my head inside.
"Hi, sir! Can I help you with anything else?" I asked.
"You're no help at all, Janis. Come on in here. I need to speak with you. Now I asked you to do one thing this morning, what was it?" he asked.
"You asked me to answer the phone, Brady Scott and Associates, how can I help you? This is Janis." I recited, smiling as I said it the way he had asked me to when he had first trained me on the phones.
"There was something else I asked you to do," he tried to coach me through the situation but I couldn't remember him asking for anything else.
"I don't know..." I said slowly, trying to think. What had I forgotten? Based on the look on Brady's face, I'd fucked up pretty badly.
"My 9:00 conference call, Janis. I asked you to push it back and you failed to do so. Now the client is angry and they wrote me a bad review on the website where I get most of my new clients. I had almost a perfect record before this bullshit. I don't know why I hired you! You're the sorriest excuse for an administrative assistant I've ever seen."
"I can be better. I promise!" I tried my best to be convincing but I could see in his eyes that he had already made up his mind. I made a final, desperate attempt to save things by looking up into his eyes with a sultry stare. He had to know that I wanted to fuck him by now. That was the main reason I had taken the job. "Maybe there is something I could do to make it up to you..."
"No. There's nothing you can do, Janis. You are fired. Don't try to argue with me about it. I put a lot of time and effort into training you but you can't even remember to do the simplest of tasks and you've cost me more money than you were ever worth. You get it?"
"Okay..." I began to cry. I hated Brady Scott and his perfect law practice. If he thought that he could just hire me and fire me like I meant nothing then he had another thing coming. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop hating Brady and everything that he stood for. I knew that I couldn't just take this. I knew that I had to do something. A plan was forming in my mind and though it was childish, I knew that it was something I had to do for myself.
I slunk home and began my preparations. I couldn't do it the same night he had fired me. That would be too obvious. I would wait a week or so and then I would strike, making sure I took everything that wasn't nailed down. I borrowed my friend's white van, saying I was moving some big items and needed the van for a few days. I pulled up to Brady's address, which I had saved in my personal files on my phone just in case something like this happened. I had definitely snooped through everything Brady had filed away at the office. He was an interesting man and he was worth a lot of money. His home alone was worth a quarter billion. If I could land him somehow, I wouldn't need a job.
I packed the van up with the necessary tools and I enlisted one of my friends to help me with the big heist. Sidney was tall and thin with thin lips and a set of beautifully large tits. She drove the van nervously toward Brady Scott's ridiculously opulent neighborhood. She began to complain, worried that we were going to get caught.
"We're not going to get caught! Stop being such a pussy!"
"We are going to rob somebody! Have you lost your mind? What has this guy ever done to you?"
"He wrongfully terminated me!" I screamed.
"He fired you?"
"Yes! I forgot to move one meeting back and he got mad at me and fired me. It was so unfair."
"That doesn't sound fair at all. I would sue his ass."
"Nope. I'm going to rob the shit out of his house, get my money's worth out of this situation. Oh wow! Here's the turn! Turn left!" I screamed and Sidney made the turn, peeling out a bit. The van climbed the large hill slowly and I was a little worried that it wasn't going to make it. We finally reached the apex of the small mountain that Brady Scott lived at the top of.
"There is no way this is happening. Look at this gate and all the cameras. We will never get away with this." Sidney was already hyperventilating and we hadn't even begun the job yet. I looked at the empty van and imagined loading it up with all of Brad's prized possessions.
"Sure we will! We've got this. Stop right here," I told her and she stopped at the gate. I got out of the car and tried to push the gate open with my hands.
"Who is there?" A voice came over the intercom, a voice that I recognized. It was Brady.
"It's me, Brady! Janis! I'm here to talk to you about my wrongful termination!"
"What the fuck are you doing coming to my house unannounced like this?"
"She just wants to suck your dick, dude," Sidney piped in. I should have known better than to bring her. She was going to ruin everything. The last thing I wanted to do was suck that motherfucker's dick.
"Fine. Come on in, you little sluts," his voice sounded half annoyed and half intrigued. Sidney was a genius! We were in! I didn't like the way he had called us sluts, but I guess it came with the territory after what Sidney had said. She drove the van through the gate and onto the property. The winding road that was Brady's driveway was impressive, leading upward to where his large house stood. Sidney had been right. We would never have been able to sneak in. There were cameras everywhere. I don't know what I had been thinking but I would probably have been in jail by then had I gone with my original plan.
Sidney parked near the other cars that were in the driveway, one of them a matte black Rolls Royce. He was richer than I had ever dreamed and I began to wonder if I had really fucked up by losing my job with him. I was still angry. I held onto that anger as we got out of the van and approached his front door.
"Is that your car?" he laughed at us as we approached.
"It's a friend's car."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to rob me with a white rape van," Brady laughed as if this was a joke. He had no way of knowing how on point his comment actually was.
"You would deserve it," I said flippantly.
"Someone is still upset about being fired," he laughed. "And who is this?" The way he looked at Sidney disturbed me. I had never noticed how lecherously hungry he was until I watched him drink in her features like booze, getting drunk on her large tits and the way they contrasted against her tiny frame. I shouldn't have brought her. She was ruining everything.
"I'm Sidney," she flirted. That little bitch was trying to go for him while I was trying to get my revenge! What a little slut!
"I'm here to talk to you about my wrongful termination!" I screamed at him. "Not for you to check out my friend!" The words came out with more edge than I had intended and I watched his features cloud over. He was angry at me again and I realized I liked his anger. There was a part of me that wondered if I hadn't fucked up his shit on purpose just so I could get to this moment where he was really mad at me. I wanted his anger. I wanted it so much. I wanted the clash and burn of our feelings as they reached their peak. I wanted to see what he would really do to me. I wanted to see what he was truly capable of.
