It goes well- but not for her.

Vincent tasked her with putting up the lights. A string of classic Christmas lights was to be strung up above Santa’s chair, between two giant candy canes. She was given a rickety, old ladder to use. With the high heels she was being made to wear, the chance of her falling was high. An attempt to step onto the rungs went well at first but as she climbed higher, her balance got worse and worse. Vincent took notice of the precarious situation.

“I can hold the ladder stable for you,” he offered.

“Sure,” Madison smiled politely.

But then she began to wonder to herself why he wasn’t doing this? If he was free to hold it steady, why didn’t they just switch roles? Rather than complaining, she decided to suck it up.

He grabbed hold of the sides of the ladder, allowing Madison to climb up a few rungs higher and finally reach the top of the giant candy cane. But as she wrapped the string of lights securely into place, Madison felt like something was off. Sneakily, she glanced back over her shoulder at the man helping her. Vincent was staring straight up her short elf dress- getting a pretty good view of her black lace panties. His face was mere inches away, he was practically sniffing her!

Madison felt her cheeks flush and promptly turned back to focusing on the lights. It felt so violating. She understood why her coworker had given her this task. The flood of humiliation in Madison’s mind was overwhelming. He was despicable. As soon as Chris got back, she was going to complain- hell, maybe even fired. As her thoughts raced, she paid less attention to her footing. The ladder shook slightly.

“Careful there,” Vincent called out.

He quickly reached up and took hold of her hips. His strong grip kept her stable. But they didn’t go away. Minutes passed by as Madison struggled with the lights, her coworker feeling her up the entire time. His hands drifted further and further back. He groped her ass through the fabric of the dress. Madison blushed again.

“Stop!” she snapped, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? I’m just keeping you stable.”

“No you’re not, you-” Madison noticed that she was practically shouting and quickly lowered her tone, “You’re touching me!”

“What the hell?” Vincent scoffed, “I was just trying to do a nice thing for my new coworker. Fine. Do it yourself”

The second his hands left her ass, Madison’s balance became unstable. The rickety ladder rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and-