Wrongful Termination

*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.

"You could have just sued me. What the fuck are you doing here, Janis? Why did you come all the way over here with an empty van? Were you trying to rob me?" He laughed as if everything about me was absurd.

"Don't you fucking laugh at me!" I lunged at him, punching at his chest with all of my might. He laughed as he deflected my punches, grabbing me by the wrists until he had pushed me up against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his hard cock against my pussy through our layers of clothes. I felt something inside of me soften and I knew it was my female instincts. I wanted to fuck him and I was disgusted with myself for it. He was sexy. His muscles were strong and I could make out their definition through the tight shirt he wore.

"Calm down, Janis. Geez! Come on! You're out of control. I'm going to have to tie you down if you don't behave." He was grabbing me and pushing me back into the wall. His mouth was dangerously close to mine. "Kiss me, you incompetent, little slut."

"I would never kiss you!" I screamed.

"Fine then," he released me. "Let's see how your little friend kisses instead." He moved to Sidney, who gave me a naughty side smile. He grabbed her by her tiny waist and kissed her deeply. Watching her kiss him back made me physically sick. Where was her fucking loyalty? Why was she kissing the enemy?

"Sidney, no! Don't kiss him! He disgusting!" I screamed.

"I like it," she said between kisses. The anger inside of me was unreal. I was fuming, my breathing heavy and labored. I felt physical pain as I watched Brady and Sidney making out. He looked up at me, his lips still on hers and he gave me the naughtiest look like he knew he was getting to me.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed, throwing a temper tantrum that even a 2-year-old would have been proud of. I kicked and screamed. I spewed a list of obscenities.

"Why does it bother you that I'm kissing her, Janis?"

"Because you're a fucked up, piece of shit prick that wrongfully terminated me!"

"News flash, Janis. I fired you because you're incompetent. Maybe I should hire Sidney, get me some pussy while the job gets done. What do you think, Janis? Do you approve?"

"Fuck you!" I screamed and I ran from the room, looking for a bathroom. I couldn't let him see me cry. I had no idea why I was crying but I heard the sounds of Sidney moaning and I couldn't bear to think of what he was doing to her to make her emit those sounds. I was a wreck as I finally found the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I cried. I could hear the sounds of Sidney getting fucked. They were louder and louder and I opened the door to listen.

I began to walk back, tracing my steps as the nihility of my existence began to sink in. I was nothing to him. I wasn't his secretary. I wasn't his girlfriend. I was just some psycho girl he had wrongfully terminated and he didn't give a fuck about me. He was bedding my friend as thoughts of nothingness filled my senses. I was consumed by my emotions but unable to understand their meaning. I just needed a way for me to find peace and as I reached the living room where Sidney was bent over a couch, her bare ass in the air that I realized how I truly felt.

"That's a good girl, Sidney. Give me that asshole. That's right. I'm an ass man."

"I like taking it in the ass. I'm an ass slut," she told him as if this was just another normal thing to be. I wasn't an ass slut. I'd barely even had regular sex. I was obviously horrible with men and flirting and all of it. Sidney knew what she was doing and I watched her with the man that I had thought that I hated. I watched as he shoved his thick cock into her tiny ass, tears streaming down my face. I felt nothing, my heart, and mind empty as I watched him brutalize her. Part of me was happy that it wasn't me. It looked like it probably hurt but Sidney wasn't crying. She was screaming with pleasure, wrapped up in the moment so much that she didn't even notice me watching.

His cock moved slowly in and out of her at first, but as she relaxed he fucked her harder and faster. I hid behind a pillar expecting that they were too busy to notice me. I didn't even notice that Brady was watching me. I was too focused on his cock moving in and out of her ass and the way he was now slamming his cock into her with all his might. She was making tortured sounds of discomfort and I don't know why this made me happy. I wanted to see him hurt her. I hated them both and I hoped that Sidney got fucked so hard that she couldn't sit down for days. I hoped he hurt her so badly that she never wanted to have anal again. I hated them both so much. This was supposed to be my revenge and she was getting all of his attention. It wasn't fair!

"You like what you see, Janis?"

"No! You're a jerk!" I screamed and I ran from the room. I heard him grunting and cumming as I made my way through hallways and down corridors. His house was so big and I had no clue where anything was. I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I had no idea where I was but I braced myself against a wall and rested, my breathing heavy.

"There you are!" Brady had found me.

"I just want to go home, Brady. I'm sorry I came here. I didn't know you were going to ass fuck my friend like that. You're a monster."

"Just wait until you see what I do to you."

"No. I don't want you to do anything to me."

"Oh, I know what you want," he told me and he took steps toward me, closing the distance between us until he was kissing me. I pushed him away, trying my best to get away from him. He pulled me closer, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

"Stop!" I screamed.

"You want this!" he screamed back. "Why the fuck did you come here, you little slut? You want a piece of the rich guy like all the other girls. Don't you?"

"No!" I screamed. He pushed me to the ground and began to pull at my clothes, trying to get them off of me. He ripped my shirt until my bra was showing. Then he ripped that until my tits were out. He bent down and put his mouth on first one nipple and then the other. I pushed at his head, trying to get him to leave me alone.

"Come on! I don't want to fuck you!" I screamed.

"Then why were you getting so jealous when I was ass fucking your friend? Huh? You wish I would fuck your ass and not hers? Don't you?"

"No! I think you're a gross fucking pig! Get the fuck off of me!" I kicked him wherever my legs could land their blows. He overpowered me, pulling my pants and panties down until they were at my ankles. There was a struggle as I fought to keep my pants on.

"Stop fucking with me! I don't want to fuck your sorry ass! You wrongfully terminated me! Why would I want anything to do with you?"

"Yeah. Duh. Why are you here? Huh? You think you can come here trying to rob me and nothing bad is going to happen to you? You think I don't fucking hate you for screwing up my work? Huh? You think you don't have a punishment coming?" He finally got my jeans off and my panties were soon to follow. I knew that the moment of truth was here. He flipped me onto my stomach and spread my ass cheeks open.

"Please! No!" I begged him.

"Fuck you!" he snarled as his tongue licked my asshole. No one had ever licked or touched my ass. I'd never put anything inside of it. I had no idea how big Brady's dick actually was but when he finally pushed the head of his cock into my virgin ass it hurt like a motherfucker. I let out a tortured scream of pain and I realized that this was really happening. I always thought that I would fight. I always thought that I would speak up and scream, telling him that this wasn't what I wanted. Instead, I retreated into myself, curling my consciousness into a tiny ball where nothing could penetrate or hurt me. I let myself bury my thoughts and feelings into the proverbial sand. I was no longer me in those moments. Instead, I was some other version of myself. I was strong. I could take it. I could handle anything his cock was doing to my ass and I would live through this moment. I would be okay in the end and I would make this motherfucker pay for what he was doing to my body.

My thoughts played in a loop: "Wrongful termination. Wrongful termination. He's a bastard. I hate him. I hate everything he is and all that he stands for. Except, this feeling isn't pain anymore. It's something else. It's something -"

"You like this don't you, you little cunt?"

"Yes. I like it," I said, my voice robotic and strange. I didn't sound like myself.

"Your little friend liked this too," he said but I couldn't figure out who he was talking about. I had forgotten all about Sidney. All that existed now was a cock in my ass, my ass that had never taken anything in it until this. I was shocked at the way I felt, all filled up in ways I'd never imagined possible. I hated myself for actually liking the way it felt. I hated myself for reaching down to my pussy and rubbing my clit. I hated myself for the way that I came, my orgasm gripping both my pussy and ass in its hateful grip. I wasn't fighting back. I was rolling over, letting the pleasure overtake me. I was entrapped in Brady's cold embrace. I was helpless under the thrusts of his eager cock.

"I want you to suck the cum out of my dick. I'm going to put it in your mouth and I want you to suck it."

"Okay," I nodded, knowing my place. Something inside of me had changed. I didn't know what, but I opened my mouth and I accepted his cum. I sucked it eagerly from his dick and then I held it all in my mouth and opened up so I could show him.

"You're a filthy, little slut."

I bowed my head and swallowed his cum. A single tear made it's way down my cheek and when I looked up he smiled and laughed.

"Don't cry, baby. You actually did something right. In fact, I'm thinking of hiring you as my little ass whore. It's a much easier job for a slut like you. You don't have to do any thinking. You just take cum in your holes and let me fuck you whenever I get horny. I could probably hire Sidney too if she's looking for something. I don't want you to be too hard on yourself for being the most incompetent administrative assistant I've ever had."

"I'm not incompetent."

"Not when it comes to draining my dick. It pays a lot better too."

"How much?" I heard myself ask and I hated myself for wanting to know. I wasn't the kind of girl that took cash for sex. I wasn't the kind of girl that deserved to be treated like this and yet, my mouth made my decision for me.

He threw out a number that was much higher than my salary as his administrative assistant.