My Office Job

Maggie has an unwanted sexual encounter. But her reaction is not what she expected.

I wrote this as a one-off piece of fiction. But I may wrote further parts - there seems to be quite a few scenarios I can see.

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It’s a Tuesday afternoon and I’m slumped at my desk. I have only been in the job for six months and already my enthusiasm has been sucked out of me Just to think, I gave up a place at college for this. The promise of an opportunity to rise through the company and be mentored by some of the best in the industry, turned my head. I look around the office and find myself surrounded by a bunch-of weak-willed suck-ups. Men in baggy suits and loud coloured ties. The women in short skirts, tight tops and sneakers. I had started to hate them all. And none of them talked to me unless to send me on a coffee run or snipe at me. It was soul destroying. The one glimmer of hope I had was that Marion, the Marketing Director, had taken me under her wing and was always full of praise. Maybe that would be enough to get me noticed by my own management team. I will give it a full year and then reassess the situation then. Starting college a year late was always the fall-back position.

Tuesday always seemed the longest day. Even after this had been completed, I had three more full days until the weekend. There was only one more hour to fill with unfulfilling minutes and I could leave this wretched place and seek refuge in my own apartment. There I could lock the door and shut out the memory of my day. I could drown in my collection of books. I loved books and I was an avid reader. I might even stop by the library on the way home and pick up something to get me through the week. My printer whirred as another ink-stained sheet of worthless material rolled into its out tray. I collated it with the other sheets I had printed and attempted to stapple them together. Great. I was out of staples. I could ask Veronica at the neighbouring desk if I could borrow some of hers but the thought of her disdainful look as she sighed, sneered and handed them too me was too much to contemplate. And a walk down a flight of stairs to the third-floor stationery store struck me as chance to kill off some minutes.

I slipped my shoes back on. I was the only woman in the office who wore heeled shows and took the chance to relax my feet whilst sat at my desk. I stood up to my full height and straightened my crumpled dress. I looked presentable enough to get some staples, I figured. Nobody paid any attention as I made my way to the staircase and down a floor. Once on the third floor, I passed by the photocopy room and noticed a man and woman chatting whilst the large machines spat out more insignificant pages. They turned briefly as I entered their view, but seeing I was nobody of any consequence, quickly returned to their gossip. A few yards further and the door marked ‘Stationery’ stood sternly and prohibitively closed. I punched a six-digit number into the keypad and turned the brushed aluminium handle. I pushed open the door and started inside. Oh, crap. The fluorescent light strip gave a quick flicker and then expired leaving the room in darkness. I dragged a box of paper across a few feet and wedged it against the door so I could see to the other side of the store. From memory, the staples were next to the boxes of pencils and directly opposite where I was standing. I ventured into the shadowy recess and fumbled through boxes. I should have brought my phone and could have used the torch function to see better. Rookie mistake. As I stood straining my eyes, the room fell completely black, and I heard the door click behind me.

I assumed the box had given up on its job as door stop and slipped away. Before I had time to turn around to check, I heard somebody behind me and felt an arm around my waist. I took a sharp intake of breath to scream, and a hand immediately reached round and covered my mouth, preventing me from doing so. I began struggling but the person behind me was very strong and had a tight grip of me. I am only 5’4” and of a light build so my resistance proved fruitless. I tried stamping on my assailant’s foot with my heels but it was so dark I missed my target. A man’s muffled voice spoke.
“I’m letting go of your mouth. If you make a sound, I will strangle you.” He released his grip as he promised but retrained his fingers on my throat. I could hardly breath. My heart pounded as fast as it could go. I know you hear about this happening to other people and think ‘how could they let someone do this to them?’ But it is petrifying, and I literally froze. His other arm moved away from my waist and lifted my dress. I could feel his hand move up the inside of my thigh. He caressed my bottom for a while then pulled my panties to one side. He was pressed up against me and I could sense him fumbling with his trousers. His grip tightened on my throat, and I felt his cock slip between my thighs and was nudging at my pussy entrance.

I gasped as best as I could.
“Please, no.”
“Shut up, bitch.” Came the muffled reply and he pushed his erect penis inside me. I was tight and with no lubrication, it hurt. I yelped and that seem to spur him on. He forced himself inside me further. His cock was big. Bigger than I had experienced before. He was rough too and began to thrust in and out. His one hand now free, grabbed my breast and tightly squeezed. Although through my dress and bra I could still feel his grip and my nipple began to bruise. Everything he did was painful to me. My vagina became sore as his thrust became harder and faster. I just wanted this to be over. He grunted as he pounded, and it was with some relief that I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Silence fell. He pulled out from inside me and backed away slightly. After a minute or so, his hand slipped from my throat, and I could no longer feel his breath on the back of my neck. I heard the door handle turn; there was a momentary shaft of light and then total darkness again. He had gone. What should I do now? I was in shock. I could scarcely believe what had happened.

I turned and fumbled at the door, managing to find the handle and open it. The light from the main office blinded me. I ran towards the toilets near the stairs. As I passed the couple at the photocopiers they glanced up at me again and looked quizzically at my dishevelled state and mascara-stained face. I stormed through the toilet doors and stood in tears as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had to tell someone. But who? Should I call the police? I tried my best to compose myself. I cleaned up my face, straightened my dress and using my fingers, combed my hair back in place. Then, calmly I returned to my desk. Nobody had even noticed I had been gone. I thought for a moment. My hand reached for the office phone. It rested there for a few minutes then I let go. I took out my cell phone and typed in 9-1-1. But I didn’t press call. I hesitated. I looked around the office. Was the person who did this too me here now? Was it one of my colleagues? I viewed all of the men with suspicion. What if it wasn’t one of them? Maybe somebody had entered the building from outside? I placed my cell phone back on the desk.

I felt physically abused and unwell as well as in mental turmoil. My pussy hurt so much. I hitched my dress up surreptitiously and reached between my legs. As I touched myself, I felt the semen on my fingers. I thought back on him fucking me hard and coming inside me. No man had done that before. All my partners had used protection. I pulled my hand out of my panties and sniffed my fingers. The semen was now sticky, and I began licking it off my fingers. Ooh, that was disgusting. What was I doing? My hand went back under my dress, and I felt my vagina to see how sore it was. Yep, it hurt. Inside and out. I rubbed my pussy lips softly and it eased the pain somewhat. It was good. Acting now only on instinct, I began rubbing my clit and that helped too. It helped a lot. I remembered again how he held my throat. ‘Shut up, bitch’ he had said. I mouthed the words to myself, and I started to tremble. A small orgasm overtook me, and my legs shook. Of course nobody noticed. Except Peter. He was looking at me from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t know what I was doing but he must have seen me flush. Peter was nice. When I say nice, I mean not as much of a cunt as everyone else. And he was good looking. He smiled at me and gave me a wink. Was it him? Or was he just flirting? I was going to find out.

I left my desk and made my way across to him. He was stood by his desk, which was about 20 feet in front of mine, peering down at his computer screen. We watched me approach him without watching me, if you know what I mean? I loitered behind hind pretending to read what was on his screen.
“Afternoon, Maggie.” He greeted me in his usually oily tone. I cupped one his ass cheeks and gave it a squeeze.
“Ooh, that looks all very complicated. I wish I could understand that.” My hand moved the to small of his back and rubbed against his Egyptian cotton shirt. He looked at me and gave a small couch.
“Well maybe I could teach you a thing or two.” I took hold of his hand and then walked away slowly releasing it as I went.
“I’m sure you could. I think I’d like that.” I returned to my desk and stood staring at my screen just as Peter had. It only took a few minutes before he stood behind me. I knew he wouldn’t resist. He stroked my ass.
“Have you got five minutes, Maggie? I want to show you something.” I noticed other people were starting to leave as I had lost all track of time.
“Sure.”

He turned and headed towards the elevator, pausing momentarily for me to catch up. I put on a few quick steps and caught him before he had time to punch the ‘up’ button. We said nothing as we watched the number light up until it read ‘4’. We stepped inside. And he gestured towards the length of semi-lit buttons by the door.
“’Eighth floor.” I tapped on the number 8, the doors closed, and we ascended. “Have you been to the eight floor before?”
“No. Never.” He smiled.
“No, thought not.” The elevator swooshed with minimum effort up the 4 floors. He ushered me out into a wide corridor, and I followed him along to the end. There stood a heavy wooden door with a distinguished sign that read ‘Board Room’ He took a key from his back pocket which fitted perfectly into the lock. He pushed the hefty door inwards and in we went. It was a large room with a solid oak rectangular table and I guess fourteen sturdy chairs. One side of the room was all windows and you could see clearly down onto the car park and out across the park and lake.
“Nice, isn’t it?” He said smirking at me.
“Yes. It’s lovely. Is this what you wanted to show me?” He turned and paced back to the door, turning a latch and locking it. He came back and leant his bum against the table.
“Oh, no. This is what I wanted you to see.” And with a flourish, he dropped his trousers, slipped his hand in his boxers and pulled out a nice sized cock.

My eyes opened wide as I stared down at it. It was starting to stand to attention. A good size yes, but also quite fat. That was not the cock I had inside me a while ago. It wasn’t Peter. Now what do I do? He said nothing but it was clear what he expected. I’d come this far, I didn’t see I had much choice. I dropped to my knees and licked the length of his shaft. It was so wide it stretched my mouth as I took it as deep as I could. I had not lived a sheltered life but all the boyfriends I had been with were scrupulously safe and this was my first taste of cock with no condom. My tongue and lips could sense every ridge and bump on the mushroom shaped head and shaft. It was an interesting perspective, and I found myself lost in the moment. My hand stroked him up and down as I took him repeatedly in and out of my mouth. My tongue flicked around the head and licked underneath it. He moaned like a schoolboy. I was doing an excellent job, and he wasn’t far from finishing. I spat on his cock and made my hand movements faster. As he twitched and grunted, I pushed my tongue against the hole at the tip of his cock and felt an instant gush. There wasn’t much there but what there was I allowed to dribble down my chin. I looked up at Peter as his eyes were rolling and I licked my lips. He seemed quite satisfied.

He redressed himself and I cleaned up with some napkins that were by the coffee machine at the side of the room. Peter unlocked the door, and we made our back down to our floor. We hardly spoke. What we had done was almost unthinkable but we both treated it like an everyday event. Had I become the office slut? Or had I just joined a long line of them. I had a very strong suspicion that Veronica had been in that boardroom with one or other of my colleagues. By the time I returned to my desk, most of the other workers had left but there were a few stragglers. Peter immediately made his way over to Justin, a blond-haired guy in his late twenties. He was cute too in a cuntish way. Peter said a few words and they both turned and watched me as I gathered my belongings and shut down my computer. They giggled to each other. Fuckers. I waved them both goodbye as I left. I wasn’t sure I was ever coming back.