SCENES FROM THIS WORLD: Workplace Romance

Olivia didn't exactly love her office job, but it beat the hell out of working customer service. The hours were regular, her cubicle was clean and comfortable, and there was far less "snuggling" she was expected to put up with. Sure, technically speaking it had been banned at her old job, but men had waited outside for her to put out bins and pounced on her anyway, whispering calming words and shushing her as they took her forcefully on the concrete. She'd got it on camera, but management hadn't been willing to press charges. Why bother? A little flirting never hurt anyone.

Here was better. There were no rules against PDA in the office, so far as she could tell at least, but most employees male or female were too busy to mess around like that. Plus, there were much more attractive woman on the floor than her. Beatrice from HR with the bolt-ons and blonde hair or Pamela at reception with her curves and long legs were much more common targets. Compared to them, Olivia was a tall beanpole of a woman with little chest to speak of and messy ringlets. As much as she didn't want to wish sexual **** on any of her colleagues, she really didn't mind the fact there were more convenient targets. It had been months since she'd been forcibly snuggled, at worst getting groped on the bus and **** to give one blowjob in the unisex bathrooms.

That meant she let her guard down. At her old work, she never would have been out of it enough to not notice the supply closet door hanging slightly ajar as she passed.

But that was then. Now was different. Now, Olivia wasn't able to react in time to the hand grabbing her by one wrist and pulling her into the closet.

She couldn't even shout before lips were on hers, one hand gripping the back of her head as the other ripped open her shirt, revealing plain white underwear. She wasn't a slut or anything, she didn't want to give men an excuse. She supposed it didn't matter now. She tried to push her assailant away, but the closet was too small to get a good angle and she was unsteady on her feet.

She realized too late that the forceful kissing had pushed her head back into the wall, enough for the man to free both hands and grab her wrists. They were wrenched forcefully behind her back as she was suddenly flipped around, her cheek grinding into the bare plaster wall while he hiked up her skirt. She tried to kick back, but she couldn't get a hit in without falling off her feet. All she could manage was a vague groan. "Who..?"

"Hey, Olivia!" Shit. It was Cory. He worked on the other floor, she only ever really saw him at lunches, but he always made an effort to say hello and goodbye when they met in the corridor. She'd never realized he saw her in this light. "Sorry for the hassle, I wasn't sure if you'd fight back so I wanted to pick somewhere private."

Olivia continued to struggle with all her might. Unfortunately, office work and lazing about at home meant all her might wasn't much compared to the heavyset weight of Cory. Her only chance was to talk him down. She'd never once managed to talk someone down, but that wasn't stopping her trying. "Why are you doing this?"

A hand pulled down her panties, and she felt a finger rubbing lube against her lips. Easy release bottles of the stuff were sold in every gas station and convenience store, proudly advertised as discrete and easily openable with one hand. Some men proudly carried them in their top pockets, self-proclaimed romantics who in ages past might have had a rose instead. "So funny story. I was listening to you and Greta chatting the other day, and I wasn't meaning to eavesdrop! I was just at the table beside you. And you said how you wanted kids some day, and that made me really sad, since you don't even have a boyfriend. So..."

Olivia tried to press her thighs together, but it was no use. He wrenched them open easily with a strategically placed knee before lining himself up, and thrusting up into her with all his strength.

"Surprise!"

He started thrusting back and forth haphazardly as he restrained her wrists with one hand and grasped her around the waist with his other arm, bracing himself so he could continue pounding her. He wasn't especially large, but in this position and at this angle anything would feel brutal. She bounced back and forth, one cheek rubbing itself raw against the plaster, speaking through gritted teeth. "I didn't ask for this."

"Of course you didn't! I know that's not how this works. I can't just wait around forever waiting for a woman to come say she's into me, though." He adjusted his angle, and Olivia squirmed at the sensation of him scraping against her most sensitive spots. Curse female biology and curse the instinctive arousal response to ****. "I need to be a man. Take some initiative. It had to happen sooner or later."

Olivia managed to twist her head to the side, enough to see him. He hadn't even bothered undressing, just undoing his fly. He was smiling as he grappled her, forcing her into place and violating her repeatedly. Every snap of his hips made her shudder.

"Why... not... just... ask?"

He snorted. "Please. You would've said no. We've barely talked. This is so much better for both of us! Skip all the awkward in-between steps, really get to know each other." He raised his free arm to wrap around her chest and held her close, nuzzling his cheek against her face. "We can just be close. Together. Isn't that nice?"

Even a minute ago she would have headbutted him. But it was a well known fact that the more aroused a woman got, the harder it was for her to even consider fighting back. The best Olivia could do was resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him as she fought violently against her building orgasm.

Even that didn't work. Cory just looked at her face and giggled. "You look so cute like this! All mad and puffy-cheeked. I wish I could take a photo. Would you try and fight back if I used my hand to do that?"

Would she try and fight back if he filmed himself violating her? Olivia tried to bare her teeth, but went cross-eyed as he hit deeper than he had before, and she felt her legs twitching beneath her. He took that as permission enough, and she felt her wrists drop to her sides as he withdrew his phone and began snapping pictures. She clenched her fists, preparing to strike him-

"Oh?"

Light flooded the closet as the door opened, revealing Beatrice standing outside. A small dribble of cum running down on pantyhosed leg revealed she'd just experienced some "snuggling" of her own. For a **** moment, Olivia hoped that a fellow victim might help.

But then Olivia saw herself, as if looking through Beatrice's eyes. Bent over, cheeks red, eyes watering and breathing heavily as a man thrust into her from behind. She didn't look like a victim.

This didn't look like a crime.

And that was, of course, the moment Cory slammed deep into her and stayed there. Olivia's eyes widened, but it was too late. The shock of a spectator and the sudden warmth pooling in her pussy were enough to keep her frozen in place, eyes wide and barely breathing.

Beatrice giggled. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to it." She walked away with a sharp click-clack of heels, closing the door behind her.

Cory pulled out, and Olivia released a breath she'd been holding for too long. She felt lightheaded. She felt...

A pair of fingers rubbing inside her. A thumb rubbing violently at her clit.

Olivia came powerfully at the sudden attention, dropping on her ass as the stimulation suddenly became too much, mouth hanging open as she lost herself to pleasure.

When she came to again, she saw Cory zipping himself up, and offering a hand to help her up. "How are you feeling?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You **** me."

He raised an eyebrow as if she'd just said an unusually crass word, but didn't otherwise react.

Olivia sighed deeply, and accepted his hand up. This day just couldn't get any-

"So, want to get dinner tonight?"

She sputtered. Of all the insulting violating bullshit. Who did he think he was?

"It's just that I snuck a peek over your shoulder at your period tracker, and today wasn't a safe day, so there's a good chance I knocked you up here. That was the point, after all." He rubbed at the back of his head. "Shouldn't the kid have parents who are on good terms?"

Olivia frowned.

He did unfortunately make a good point. Knowing her luck she was pregnant, for the first time as well, and she did not want to go through that alone. Being in a relationship with a man provided some protection from surprise sexual encounters, at least so long as he was right beside you. She could use the extra income that two working partners would bring.

And he hadn't been the worst lay she'd had. A bit of bruising and scraping was getting off lucky compared to some of the worse sexual partners she'd had to deal with.

Obviously it wasn't the ideal relationship, but this far into adulthood she'd all but stopped believing in the perfect man. So for now, this would do.

She nodded fractionally, speaking through a hoarse throat. "Only if you promise to ask permission first."

He grinned roguishly at her. He was quite handsome in the right light. "No promises."