Two weeks went quickly. I did the holidays with my wife and her friends. She complained once about the smell of Holly's perfume in my car, but that was it. She was aware of my status as a designated driver, and nothing much seemed to interest her about my work life anyway. Or anything I did.
The day before we were set to return I got a text message from Ass Fucker.
"Hope, your vacation was relaxing. Let's chat tomorrow around 10"
I sent him a 'thumbs up' emoji.
Within the hour I received another text from Holly.
"I need to talk with you first thing tomorrow."
I responded with a smiley face and,
"Sure, pop by my office when you get a chance."
"It's about the other night."
"Okay pop by after 9 I'm happy to sort it out with you"
"When you took me home."
A little warning light went off in my head.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I was happy to give you a ride. I hope you got your car back from the bar okay."
"Ok"
Whatever she was cooking up I wasn't about to confess to anything in writing. It occurred to me that this might just be her habit of rambling, but probably not. It was usually fun watching someone think they are being smart. I would have to be cautious.
From the parking lot, work was the same gray multi-storied rectangle. Through the front doors and security, all the same. On the second floor that was all changed.
Our production floor was normally a mess of workstations, cubicles, and machinery. All of this was gone. It was a little shocking to see how big that open space was with nothing in it. Well almost nothing. To one side was a massive stack of pallets holding plastic wrapped cardboard boxes. On the other was a row of neatly piled folding chairs and at the opposite end a massive big screen TV.
I crossed the big empty space to the doors at the other end. One door led to the break room, and another to stairs led to offices that overlooked the production floor. I took the stairs and turned to my door.
Outside Holly was leaning against the wall. Looking at her phone. She was wearing a smart black skirt that hit just above her knee and silky white blouse with buttons undone to reveal the hint of lace in her bra. She saw me approach and tucked her phone into the cup of her brassiere. I noticed the camera was facing out.
"Good morning Holly, come on inside and have a seat."
She followed me into the office, I laid my messenger back on top of my desk and crossed behind it to close the blinds that looked out on the floor below. A quick glance showed me workers filtering in and wandering around in a befuddled state. I settled into my chair and looked Holly up and down with a friendly smile. That camera was pointed right at me.
"You wanted to talk about the other night?"
She took a breath and gathered her thoughts.
"I wanted to talk about what happened in your car."
"You mean the blowjob?"
"Yeah."
She was almost bouncing. Her plan had worked so well.
"I have to say it was a bit of a shock to me. Are you okay?"
Her eyes darted around the small room.
"I don't know. I'm very upset."
"I can see how that would be upsetting. Do you want to go to HR?"
She smiled, was I just going to shoot myself so easily?
"Yes, I would like to go to HR."
"I can go alone if that would make you more comfortable." I said.
"Huh? No, I want to tell them what you did."
"You don't have to. I recorded it."
"You recorded it? "Her little smile slipped.
I smiled and found the video file. I pressed play.
"So let me get this right, He comes into your office, offers you his old job if you'll perform oral sex, he makes you strip to the waist, he plays with your breasts, and then jams his penis into your face."
She sat there silently, Her face began to blush, her eyes wide, listening to herself narrate the incident with Ass Fucker, as we got to the part where I was turning her blowjob down, her hand subconsciously crept up to the phone hanging out of her bra.
"Now there is only audio, but I think if you apologize to me, I might get them to keep you on as an hourly employee."
She began to sputter.
"But, But, You.."
"I turned you down. You kept insisting but if you listen I quite clearly told you to stop. Have you ever heard of consent?"
She was quiet.
"See Holly, what you want to do here is say you're sorry."
She stared at me, not seeing me. It took her a long pause to respond.
"Sorry."
"Now hand me your phone."
"No."
"Holly you will hand me your phone or tomorrow morning you will find yourself looking for a new job."
She fished it out of its resting place.
"Don't bother turning it off, hand it to me."
She looked like she might throw up. I took the phone and turned off the video player. I slipped into my pocket.
"So what do we do now?" I asked her.
She stared at me, unable to respond.
"You want to keep your job right?"
She nodded.
"You might even want a promotion."
She looked up. Trying to do the math.
"Yeah, I do."
"Well my dear, as mad as I am right now, I think we can still find a solution."
She was definitely interested.
"This morning I'm going to get a call that I've been promoted, and then somebody will need to take my spot in this office. That somebody could be you."
For some reason she wasn't happy.
"If I give you a blowjob." She seemed sad.
"Probably, but first I need to know we are on the same team, and you're not going to turn on me again"
"I promise."
"Before this morning that might have been enough, but now, now that you've crossed the line, I'm going to need more than your word."
"More, like what more?" She said, nervously.
"Lets see, what did you do for your last promotion opportunity?"
She definitely wasn't happy, but resignedly she stood up and untucked her blouse. She looked up at me to make sure she had figured out my riddle. I nodded and motioned for her to continue.
She unbuttoned the silky thing and set it on her chair, I gave my desk a little pat and she moved it to sit beside my bag. I gave her a little twirl of my finger and her bra was next. To her credit she made no effort to hide from me. She stood at attention and I smiled at her with my approval.
She waited another five seconds and then reached for her bra. I put my hand over hers and said.
"You're not done."
She didn't argue. Within a minute her skirt was resting on my desk. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and looked at me, just to make sure I was the monster she should have known I was.
"Off."
She pulled them down and set them on the desk, then went for the strap of her heels.
"Stop."
She stopped.
"Stand up straight."
She stood up.
I put my phone in between us. She instinctively covered herself, One hand camouflaging the tiny trimmed tuft of hair covering her pubic mound. I smiled and cocked my head at her. She moved her hand back.
"Tell me how sorry you are."
She was beginning to tremble, she was angry, maybe a little scared.
