Attack
TW S/A
Samantha
A
+8 Point:
While Dashawn finished up with the staff meeting, he signaled me to go get ready. I snuck quietly out of the meeting, passing Mike on my way out. He gave me a small smile and a nod. We hadn’t really interacted with each other much, even though he tried, but I knew Dashawn didn’t want me anywhere near him, so I tried to keep my distance.
The meeting just consisted of well–wishes for the holiday and what would be expected when we all returned. Dashawn had announced that we would be promoting five new talent scouts, and that during the holidays if anyone saw anything worth a check to make a note of it and report about their findings in the New Year. He also announced the new direction with jewelry and fashion design we were going into, and it was received really well. When he told everyone that it was my idea, people cheered and clapped, and I blushed under all the attention.
I entered the office and quickly undressed. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower but didn’t wash my hair. I had my curling iron and got to work quickly as I air dried my skin. I loved my hair, but curling took forever. It took about thirty minutes to finish, and then I pinned one side up with a really pretty diamond clip my parents gave me on my sixteenth birthday. I did minimal makeup with just eyeliner, mascara and red wine matte lips. I then left
the bathroom and went to the closet in the office. I still hadn’t looked at the dress. I was
nervous and excited. I opened the white satin bag and pulled out a pair of silver strappy–heeled sandals. Then I found white satin panties, and a matching strapless bra.
Hmmm, someone has a fantasy in mind. All white, v*rginal girl? Maybe an angel at the end of the night? I giggled to myself. I turned to the black garment bag. I unzipped it and pulled out
the dress. It was beautiful. It looked to be an off the shoulder red wine dress, with a
sweetheart neckline. The bodice had thousands of crystal beading. It would hug the upper
part of me, and then it looked like it flowed from under the bodice to my ankles. I loved it, I
couldn’t wait to put it on. I put on the panties. They were really pretty with lace trimming. The
bra went on next. I heard a deep inhale behind me and I quickly turned.
“Mike? What are you doing in here?” I snapped, as I grabbed one of Dashawn’s shirts and put
it on. It was one of his button–up work shirts. I buttoned it quickly as I glared at this a*shat.
“You never came back to the meeting. I got worried.”
“You don’t need to be worried about me. Get out?”
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“Why are you in Mr. Krew’s office dressed like that?”
“I’m getting ready for the party tonight. Get out!” I demanded. I know we haven’t really announced our relationship, but Dashawn and I weren’t really keeping quiet about it either. I mean it’s not like we kiss or f*cked in the outer office, but we flirt a lot with each other. I’m pretty sure some of the workers have even seen us holding hands.
“I don’t think you should be in here like this, Sam. What would people think? They might think you’re trying to seduce the boss. But if you come over here, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Get out, Mike. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, but I think I do. You wouldn’t want your reputation getting sullied, do you? I’ll tell you what, you open that shirt, let me take a couple of pictures of you for my personal use, and I
won’t say anything to anyone.”
“You can tell whoever whatever you want. I’m not doing that. If Dashawn catches you in here, he will be pissed, and you will lose your job.”
Jesus, is today crazy stalker day? First Rene pulling her sh*t with Dashawn and now this.
Mike stepped forward and grabbed me by the arms. I threw up my knee, but he blocked me by
twisting his body.
“I don’t think so. You’re so f*cking beautiful, Sam. I’ve wanted you ever since I’ve laid eyes on you. I was devastated when you canceled our lunch date. I was going to try and impress you, then I wanted to take you out that night. Then I was hoping to f*ck you that night, but now
would do.”
“Let me go!” I tried pushing him with my body, but he wouldn’t let my arms go. He was so strong, but I’ve gone up against males in my sparring sessions and I should be able to get him
off of me.
I pivoted my body to throw him over my hip, but he countered the movement. I turned into his body, and now I was trapped in his arms, my back to his front. F*ck he was trained.
“I see you know some moves, but baby, I’ve been training since I was three in martial arts, and I am a champion.”
F*ck!
He moved me until my front was pinned to a wall in the closet. He banded one arm tightly
around me, his other hand roamed my body, he cupped my p*ssy in the panties and started to
rub.
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“I’m going to bring you so much pleasure, I’m going to make you scream my name, then you’ll be my b*tch and do what I say.”
“Get off, get off!” I screamed. I was bucking my hips, trying to get him off of me. I could feel
tears coming to my eyes with my frustration and humiliation. I didn’t want anyone but
Dashawn touching me. I was able to get one of my arms out, and I elbowed him in the gut. He grunted and loosened his hold. I turned quickly, catching him off guard. I pushed him with all my strength and kicked out. Unfortunately, he was quick. He grabbed my leg, and punched me in the jaw so quickly, I didn’t have time to duck. I fell to the floor. Dazed, I moaned.
“That’s such a pretty sound. I’m going to make you do that more.”
The next thing I knew he was on me. He ripped open the shirt I was wearing. His hands on my t*ts. He ripped the cups of the bra down, and he started pinching my n*pples. I screamed my fury. A hand clamped down, cutting the sound off. His full body laid on me, he was so heavy. Breathing was becoming hard. I felt him yanking at my panties.
No, no, no, I struggled as much as I could, but I couldn’t get an advantage. His hand was over both my mouth and nose. I couldn’t breathe. I felt him fumbling with his pants, dark spots were starting to dance in my eyes. No, I couldn’t pass out. Please, God, don’t let this happen to me. The edges were closing in on me. I was passing out. This was it. As darkness enveloped me, all I could think of was how much I loved Dashawn, how he was not going to want me after this. How I was never going to be able to come back from this. I didn’t hear the roar as I blacked out. I didn’t feel the body being yanked off of me. My last thought was of Dashawn. I wanted to grow old with him, have his children, marry him, I didn’t care in what order all that went, I just knew I wanted it all. But would he want it after Mike had his way with
me?
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