Demand and Response

Joy came right up and grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you into a kiss.

A kiss you very much did not want.

You had several options floating through your head in that split moment.

Option 1: Go in fast and headbutt her with your face to her face.
Option 2: Kiss her, but use way too much tongue so she gets weirded out.
Option 3: Wax On, Wax Off to break her grip on your shirt, then do the Karate Kid heron kick to escape.
Option 4: Jerk away in the opposite direction violently and see what happens.

You went with Option 5, though afterwards you would dream about doing one of the others.

Grabbing her by the shoulders firmly, but not roughly, you braced against her so that she couldn’t pull you any closer and she was left several inches from your face, puckered up. “Joy, I’m sorry but I can’t do that.”

Joy’s puckered kissing face immediately turned sour. “Why, because you’re fucking that little twig? I don’t fucking care what you’ve been doing with her, that’s done now and you’re mine. Look at me, I’m every guy's wet dream. You can’t say no.”

“I’m saying no,” you said, carefully putting one hand on hers to unfurl her fingers from where she was gripping your collar. “And I’m not doing anything with Sabrina. I’m telling you no because I’m not going to get into any sort of relationship that could jeopardize either of us.” You were playing fast and loose with the truth, but you didn’t really care.

“I don’t think you heard me,” Joy said, her face turning pissed. “You’re not allowed to say no to me. If I tell you to get your dick out, you do it. If I tell you to crawl under the conference table upstairs, you ask for how long. I am in charge.” Suddenly her face turned all sweet, the change almost giving you whiplash. She carefully smoothed out your collar as she spoke in a syrupy tone. “And you have nothing to worry about, my little boy toy. As long as you do what I want, you’ll get everything you want. All the perks you can think of. It’s a win-win for both of us. Those other girls you’ve been working with can’t offer you half of what I am.”

You could see why this act might have worked on someone. She was offering what amounted to a free ride through your internship summer, plus sex with her. Joy wasn’t a bad looking woman - she had all of Mommie's money to help with that - and if Gemma and Sabrina hadn’t been around and you got this proposition at the start of the summer you probably would have fallen into the trap and ridden the rollercoaster.

But they were around, and you were in love with them.

“Yeah, sorry Joy, but I’m still going to pass,” you said. “No offence, but it just sounds like a bad idea for me.”

That sweet, syrupy personality dropped almost immediately. “We’re going to fuck, John. Just once, so you know what I’m offering. You can’t turn down a completely no strings attached fuck, can you?”

Yeah, OK, you thought ruefully. ‘No strings attached.’ So believable.

“It’s a no, Joy. I’m just not attracted to you, and you’re starting to sound ****,” you said.

The crack echoed through your ears before the pain registered. You blinked, eyes wide as you realized that she’d slapped you. Full on, right across your cheek.

You had one split second of reaction to lash back out at her, a primal violent reaction that immediately shut down somewhere in your gut before you even clenched a fist. Instead, you worked your jaw and took a step back. “Huh,” you said. “Now what do you think happens?”

“Anything I want,” Joy smirked. “You have no proof I did that, and everything you say would be considered hearsay at best. But if I say you got inappropriate with me? You touched me, you got sexual, and kept going even when I said no? Who the fuck do you think they’re going to believe. Who do you think my mother is going to believe?”

You were still working your jaw as you shook your head slowly. “You’re a real bitch, you know that?”

She smirked, full in her self-assured power over you. “You have no idea. And now this, between you and me? It’s not going to be equal. I’m going to be in charge. Ever heard of Femdom? You should go home tonight and do some homework because I have a friend who has given me plenty of ideas.”

You just turned and walked to the door, throwing it open and storming out.

“You don’t get to walk away from me, John. I’m going to punish you for that,” Joy shouted after me, rushing to the door and yelling after you as you kept stalking down the corridor. “You’re going to give in or I’ll make sure your cut little brunette twig gets fired. Then I’ll come for the ditsy blonde.”

You made it to the elevator without getting lost in the maze of corridors and punched the floor for the office. Your face stung like a bitch now, and in the reflection of the shiny metal you could see the red on your cheek.

“What the fuck?” you sighed to yourself, leaning over and blowing out a long breath as you braced your palms on your knees.

This was a fucking mess. A fucking gigantic steaming pile of shit.

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