Intercepted

As my hand grabbed the doorknob, two large arms slipped around my waist and lifted me up into the air. I flailed around as a deep voice behind started to laugh, "Where were you sneaking off to? I hadn't even gotten a chance to say hi to you yet."

Fuck, it was Marcus. He worked in sales, so we didn't see each other during work hours, and we weren't friends outside of work. Basically, we saw each other once a year at this holiday party, and he would always make a big deal of trying to catch up. He was convinced we were friends, based on the fact that I sucked his dick three years ago when I was in a bimbo state, and had been trying to get me to sleep with him again ever since.

"Marcus, I really need to go to the bathroom," I lied, struggling against his iron grip. He removed one arm from my waist, and tried the door. "It looks locked to me," he replied with a grin, "but luckily for you I know where there's another one." He started walking, continuing to hold me, and even though I tried my best to wiggle out, my coordination was shot and he was way stronger than me. We moved through the hallway, back into the living room, and as we walked through the crowd of coworkers, I felt briefly embarrassed. None of them really paid attention to my situation, my curse made sure of that, but I still felt silly being carried like this.

Marcus moved through the living room into the kitchen, then through the kitchen into another hallway. "Madeline's bedroom is at the end of that, she let me use her bathroom once. She won't mind if you need to go." He explained. Ugh, the bathroom thing was just an excuse, but I couldn't explain that to him. On the other hand, I didn't want to be cornered in a remote part of my boss' apartment with a guy this much stronger than me who actively wanted to screw my brains out.