Losing the war between sexes, in mere seconds

HENRIKA

…Yeah, sooo….

What the fuck was this?

Had I actually woken up today? This was… still a dream, right?

Jack sat on the sofa.

Actually smirking.

Was this supposed to be funny? Was I meant to laugh?

My darling Ulla…

What had happened to her?

She definitely didn’t look amused. Not one bit.

Standing there, looking like something from my fantasies… Her long, smooth legs exposed like that, that risqué playboy bunny outfit squeezing her from just the right places…

What in the world could’ve possible made her wear that?

I mean… If somebody told her to put that thing on… That person might not live for very long after that…

Me? I mean sure, I think I could wear that …if Ulla ordered me to… Like that nurse’s outfit this morning… But Ulla herself would never willingly **** herself like this! Never!

Why the fuck were there so many sexy outfits all over the place now?

The absurdity of this situation was killing me. My proud, hugely outspoken feminist wife was wearing that… It was like the opposite day or something. I tried asking Ulla several, several times what was going on, but before she got a word in edgewise, there was Jack… saying “everything will be explained inside.”

And now we were inside! Me sitting on the living room chair, him sitting on the sofa, and Ulla… standing there like a servant, next to him?

I mean she did try sitting down also, but then Jack made a small grunting noise, and she quickly stood back up.

How in the Hell was he ordering the fiercest woman I knew with just a grunting noise?

This was also the reddest I had ever seen her. She was so embarrassed. It was disgustingly cute. I wanted to take a picture of her… But this situation… It felt so menacing. I needed to know everything was okay first.

Right now!

“What? What? What! What is going on? Please, one of you tell me!” I pleaded, not hiding any desperation in my voice.

Jack just took a comfier position on the sofa. Like he was in literally no hurry.

Ulla escaped my eye contact. Again.

“Alright then,” he finally spoke up. “It’s actually not that complicated. But we’ll start with the most important things you need to know first. Okay. One. Ulla is here voluntarily. Two. Ulla is wearing that voluntarily. Isn’t that right, doll?”

…Doll?

“…yes…” a small cough from Jack. “…b-boss.”

Boss? What the fuck? I thought they were co-worke- Wait, why is Ulla smiling all of a sudden? Like she was some dumb, blonde, happy bimbo?

This was getting scary.

That little exchange just gave me ten thousand more questions, and no answers.

I sniffed the air. I could smell Ulla’s sweat and… something, I don’t know…

Was it pheromones?

Nah, no way. That would mean she was actually …sexually enjoying this situation. And that would be…

Also, why was she so dirty-looking? Had she been rolling on the ground?

…Or had she been in a fight?

…Is this a ****? Oh God…. Oh fuck…

“Ulla,” Jack started, “Tell her what is going on here. In your own words.”

Ulla shot a mean look back at Jack, but then just tilted her head towards the ground defeatedly.

“…This is-“

“No. Stop. Look at your wife in the eyes when you tell her.”

She sighed, and lifted her head. Her eyes shifted a little, but a few seconds later I finally got good eye contact with her. I hoped she could see the worry in my eyes.

Also… How was he doing this? Ordering her like some… ****?

“…this is…” Ulla’s voice was markedly quieter now. “…is… a punish-punishment. …If I didn’t do this… I… would… get… fired.” (ULLA: +1SP) (+70SP)

…

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up.

“WHAT THE FUCK do you mean, Ulla? Is he forcing you to do this?”

Jack spoke up. “No, I’m just-“

“You shut up!” I exploded at Jack. He was a little taken aback by that.

People think I’m so nice and sweet… But when I get angry, I get really angry.

“I’m talking to Ulla, and only Ulla! So you be quiet!” I turned back to Ulla. “Answer me babe! Is he forcing you to do this?”

Ulla looked nervously at Jack, who just scoffed and laid back into the sofa.

Ulla turned back to me. “This…” she swallowed nervously. “I was given… two choices. …And this was one of them.”

“What? What was the other choice then?”

Ulla didn’t answer me, just looked away. With her bunny ears actually shaking from the speed at which she turned her heard.

Jack chuckled.

The asshole!

I kicked the sofa he was sitting on. That made him lose his balance just a little bit.

“Hey fucker! What’s going on? Who’s threatening to fire her?”

“Oh. That would be me.”

…

The indifferent way that he said that…

I don’t remember the last time I got this angry.

If this was a cartoon, there would have been smoke coming out of my ears.

I balled my hand into a fist.

This could get physical.

The asshole continued. “In case you were wondering, there has been some structural changes in the workplace. So yeah, I’m Ulla’s boss now, and I have the power to fire her. Ulla has been a really disobedient little writer, so I could either fire her… Or discipline her. And she chose to be disciplined.”

…

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

This was… everything Ulla had ever fought against.

In the most blatant form I had ever seen.

This Jack… he was workplace chauvinism personified.

I had to take another look at Ulla. Because… She had to hear that too, right? And the fact that she wasn’t letting him have an earful right now…

Ulla was just looking away. Like this wasn’t even happening.

Why was all of this just making less and less sense?

Well… if something was blocking Ulla, I had to take the role of a civil rights champion here.

“This is… this… We’re going to sue you, and your magazine, for every single penny you have. This is the worst example of sexual harassment… in the history of the- the freaking universe, and we can-“

“Um yeah no,” he arrogantly interrupted. “Ulla, seems like your wife is a little… how shall we say… naïve about how this world operates. Please educate her.”

W-What?

Ulla turned to me.

She had on a strangely sad face.

“…well, darling… it’s actually… it’s not that simple-“

“WHAT? OF COURSE IT IS! Why are you acting like this Ulla? This is everything you ever taught me about what’s wrong with the world and-“

“Yes, yes it is, but that’s exactly the problem. Patriarchy rules everywhere. Completely. More completely than I ever…. Look… men have absolute control over everything in society. Right now… We women… are just their… playthings. If we tried to sue… they would just throw the case out. And probably make us pay for slander. It’s… It just wouldn’t work.”

…

What?

B-but…

I’m sure women had won cases like these…

…

Or had they?

…It… It wouldn’t make sense that they had, why would men give them that power?

…Were all of those… not real?

…Were they fakes or something? …To fool the masses?

…My mind felt… oddly blank all of a sudden….

…

…Like…

…It was like…

…Information in my head was… switching places…

…What Ulla just said, it made absolute sense… Why didn’t I notice it until now?

…I always thought women had a fighting chance…

…FOR fuck’s sake, that’s what she told me! That’s why she fought!

…

No no…. Had I been denial all these years?

Had we both been?

And… And… Because of this smirking asshole… We had to face the truth?

…

I fell back into my chair.

How could I have been so stupid?

Men had all the power. We… were just… playthings to them.

And this… Jack guy… decided to **** it.

**** his absolute power.

AGAINST MY WIFE!

I didn’t care anymore. No matter what the ramifications. He was sexually harassing my wife, and I was going slap his stupid face so fucking hard-

I think he saw my intentions, because he started talking really fast.

“If either of you go against me, I’ll make sure neither of you ever get a job for the rest of your lives. I have deep contacts, and I can make that real.”

…What?

I looked to Ulla.

There was a small, sad nod.

…Oh God.

“Good. Looks like you got the message then. I think it’s time to finally start moving to the next part.”

ZZIIIPP!

…He opened up his zipper.

…And fished out his huge, erect penis.

I wanted to scream, but couldn’t.

It was like my throat locked up.

This… was… all… too much…

Ulla did let out a small screech.

But not big enough to alert the neighbours.

It was like… she held back.

On purpose.

“I feel like both of you need to learn more about woman’s proper place in the world.”

He flopped the thing around on its hand.

It was so big… it felt like it made airwaves.

“Okay then Ulla. Are we ready to begin lesson number one?”