Servitude Not Work

Valerie 

I made my way to the third floor using the elevator. There were five floors in the building. I was heading to one. The top floor was for the bosses, while the other three upper floors were where the publishing processes took place. I dropped my bag down on my desk and sat on my chair. I didn't wait but dove into work sorting the emails, important and spam. I was still working when my boss arrived.

Gus Wood was the manager of Derek's Publishing House Inc and had worked here for thirty years now. He was in his mid-fifties, short for a man and fat. He had short brown hair and wore glasses. He even had his family picture on the top left side of his table. He seemed like a normal and harmless person but what nobody knew about him was that he was a sick pervert. He has been making advances towards me since I started working here two years ago.

At first, he didn't come on too strong, it started with soft, subtle touches on my hands and my shoulders. Sometimes he would call me into his office to help with his computer or search for a hard copy document. The time he approached me was when he called for me from his office. I could remember that day vividly.

"Miss Norwells." He called from his office. I rolled my eyes, he always called me to his office these days for unnecessary reasons. He called me again, I hissed in annoyance and stomped to his office.

"Yes Mr Wood, you called me?" I asked with a neutral tone and made sure that my face was not displaying any signs of annoyance.

"Yes Miss Norwells, I did." He replied, me looking up from his computer. Now what did he want?

"What can I help you with?" 

"I was looking for a document sent to me by a journalist, I just can't find it." He said, resting back on his chair. If he leaned harder, that chair was going to break any moment from now. 

"Have you checked your computer properly?" I asked, wondering if I could stop this stupid ruse.

"Yes, maybe you can help me check. You know that I have eye defects." He chuckled as he made a lame joke which I didn't find funny at all.

"Okay." As I walked over to where he was sitting, he made no move to stand up from the chair. Didn't he have the sense that he would vacate the chair for me so that I would be able to find the document? I took a deep breath and forced myself to have a little patience. After all this, I'll be leaving this company soon, that is if I find a better job. 

I stood at his side and bent my back a little leaning forward to look at the computer screen. I had learned my lesson because the last time I stood behind him, my breasts were touching his shoulders and the pervert leaned backward to get a better feel.

I was sure that he was disappointed that I didn't stand behind him this time. After asking him for the details, I clicked on Microsoft Word and seaweed for the document. It came out easily, anyone could have found it out, and I knew that it was only an excuse to get me to come to his office.

"All done now. I'll be going back to my post." I told him and I intentionally didn't ask if I could help him with any other thing. I didn't want to stay in this office anytime longer. 

As I turned back to leave his office, he spoke out.

"Oh Miss Norwells could you help me check that cabinet for a file dated 12th April 2012?" Seriously, who does this man think he is? 

I closed my eyes with a sigh and prayed that God would grant me patience before I burst and say something that would cost me my job.

"Yes Mr Wood." I nodded with a fake polite smile on my face.

The cabinet was directly in front of me, it was pushed to the side and beside the refrigerator. I bent down to open the cabinet and started searching for the file. I was still searching for it when I felt a smack on my ass. I stood rigid, not able to discern what I just felt. Did that fat pervert just spank my ass? He did it again and that was when I burst into action. 

I turned with force sure that my face was scrunched in anger and faced him. He was breathing heavily with his beer gut moving up and down. 

"How dare you, Mr Wood?" I was pissed off, having endured his stupid behavior, but this was crossing the line. 

"Oh please, don't act like you haven't been asking for it." He sneered with a smirk on his face while rubbing the bulge on his trousers.

I shuddered with revulsion, forcing myself to hold back my vomit.

"Been asking for it? Are you that delusional?" I asked him, he must be crazy to say something like that.

"That's what all those whores always say, till I put my dick in them, and they start screaming like the hos they are." I flushed in anger, disgusted by this poor excuse for a human being.

"I don't have anything to say to you, Mr Wood, but you will be hearing from the HR tomorrow." I have every plan to report him, they might give him a warning or, if possible, fire him. And it would make me a very fulfilled and happy woman. He burst into ravenous laughter, making his fat belly strain against his tight shirt. I was confused, wondering why he was laughing and not begging me not to report him to HR. 

"You think they would believe you over an employee that has given thirty years of dedication to this company?"

I never considered that the HR could be partial and pick Mr Wood over me. I was just a mere secretary with nothing much to offer, and he was the manager and had been with the company for two years. I was not ready to take chances and be out of a job before I was prepared. That happened a month ago, and with the sick bastard here, I was helpless and couldn't do anything but pretend that everything was okay.

"Good morning, Mr Wood." I tried to hide my resentment from my tone when I greeted him.

"Morning Valerie." I didn't give him the reaction he was looking for. 

"You won't be impassive when I'm dropping you on my dick." I glared at him with contempt in my eyes, since that day he had been talking to me the way he likes. 

"Yeah, that's what I was talking about. It will be fun breaking you." He chuckled as he entered his office.

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It was time for my lunch break and the asshole I had as a boss had ordered me to tell me if I was going out. I put my desktop on sleeping mode and knocked on his door. I heard a muttered 'come in'. I opened the door to see him leaning backwards on his chair with a nonchalant look on his face. I rolled my eyes, if he was trying to intimidate me it wasn't working. 

"I'm going out for my lunch break." I folded my arms together. 

He stood up and walked towards me while I inched back towards the door. The look on his face was kinda evil. I didn't even know what happened next. He kissed me, forcefully pushing those fat lips of his against mine. His big tummy flapped against my slimmer one. 

I pushed him away and slapped him hard on his face. How dare him! Just so gross. His face flushed with anger as it turned monstrous as he raised his hand...

A knock on the door interrupted him and the door opened to reveal Mary. She looked at me and Mr Wood, sensing the tension between us. Thank God, Mary came here on time, else I didn't even know what would have happened. I didn't even want to imagine it. This man was really a beast.

"Valerie, can I have a word with you outside?" I nodded. Mr Wood walked back to his chair mumbling. I left the office with Mary in front of me.

She turned instantly when the door clicked shut.

"Valerie, are you alright? What happened?" She asked with concern in her voice.

I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes, but I willed them not to fall down. 

"I'm fine, nothing happened." I brushed off her concern with a watery smile.

"Okay honey, when you are ready just know that I am just a floor away." She winked at me as she patted my shoulder. She didn't have to worry about me, because I wasn't coming back here again. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. I suddenly remembered that she wanted to tell me something.

"You said you wanted to have a word with me?" I asked her.

"Yes, I totally forgot. This old age must be getting to me." I waited for her to recollect her thoughts.

"Okay, someone is waiting for you downstairs. I called you on the telephone, but there was no response, so I went upstairs." Who could be looking for me? I frowned.

"Is the person still there?" 

"I have no idea, I told him to wait for you." So it was a man. Who could he be? I picked up my bag from the desk and looked at my workspace. It would be the last time I will be here ever again. I left with Mary in tow.