The Brotherhood

I really didn't need to see her as the first thing when I stepped into the lobby.

Ulla.

Yeah she was annoying as fuck, but did love staring at that ass. In her sexy, white powersuit, waiting for the elevator. Her unbearably luscious ass hidden away under all those clothes.

"Hey. Eyes up here, pig."

Fuck. She had turned her head at some point, while my eyes were fixed on her butt.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking there. Just thinking."

"You? Thinking? Get a more believable excuse next time."

Shut up.

"I have a lot of stuff going on, Ulla. After all I'm practically the new editor."

"And that there's the joke of the century. You only got that job because you're a man! I'm a zillion percent more qualified, and you know it."

Mercifully, the elevator opened up and we stepped inside.

"Besides, where the fuck are you these days? You practically missed tuesday and wednesday. Was that announcement too much for you? Since the magazine is going down you don't even bother doing your job anymore?"

"It's not that, I-"

"Well since we are going down, I don't mind telling you that you fucking suck as an editor. That "session" we had last week was the most disgusting, chauvinistic and small-brained bullshit I've ever experienced. Even in this goddamn patriarchy!"

Her voice was really starting to grain on me.

"Listen-"

"You know what I would do if I was the editor? Even if everything was breaking down all around me? I would work night and day to save this magazine. You're probably home eating chips and... playing with yourself."

Considering the Hell I just went through for this magazine, she was really, really starting to piss me off now. The elevator couldn't move fast enough.

"Let's face it. After Remington Group fires you, you'd be lucky to get a job anywhere. You're definitely not a good writer anymore, and you're clearly not a leader. But hey, that's alright. This world always needs more busboys and valets."

I couldn't take it anymore. Maria would have to wait.

I secretly pushed the emergency button on the elevator.

The elevator came to a screeching halt.

Both of us almost fell on the floor, but somehow managed to grip the walls.

"W-What was that?" Ulla asked. There was a small hint of fear in her voice.

"I have no idea. Why is this light blinking now?"

I showed her the light near the elevator buttons. It was clearly just signaling that an emergency button was pushed. Ulla, however, leaned in closer to read it more carefully.

It was in this brief moment, that I moved behind her back. She had to bend down a little bit, so it was like she was presenting her ass to me now.

I could do this, right? Her trait was that she believed she lived in a full patriarchy, so she couldn't tattle on me out of fear. But would that alone make this safe?

I didn't care. I was too pent up and she was the final trigger.

I was going to take maximum enjoyment out of this. I took a couple of steps back to get the full speed I could in this small elevator. I stretched my hand back as far as I could. I bent my knee, like runners do, to get an explosive start.

"Emergency? Why-"

That's all she could say before she felt a surprising, painful and electric spank on her left buttcheek. My hand came in perfect contact with her taut globes, and I could see them jiggle, even through her pants. Even though I couldn't see it, I almost could feel the red handprint I left on it.

She let out a powerful shriek. The kind you don't hear often. It was a mix of pain, embarrassment and anger. She took no time turning around. It was an instinctual move to save her ass from more pain. Now her glowing, red ass was mushed against the elevator wall and her hand, that was desperately trying to rub the pain away.

Her eyes zoomed on my palm like she was a destroyer cyborg sent from the future. My hand was still in the air after finishing its disciplinary movement. It didn't take a genius for her to figure out what had just happened.

"I think you really needed that." I said. A bit smugly.

It was then that I realized I had been too hasty.

Yeah, she couldn't report this.

That didn't mean she couldn't act on it herself.

Fuck.

Her fully open left palm was nearing my face before I even finished that sentence. Thank God for my lightning speed reflexes, I managed to grab her hand just before it slapped the life out of my face.

But oh no! Here came her right palm, nearing my other cheek. Somehow I managed to grab that too before the impact. Now I was holding both of her hands in my grip.

Which wasn't that powerful of a stance, actually. It left me very ****.

Before I realized why, it was too late. Her foot connected with my groin.

And it wasn't a nice kick. It was a very swift, painful kick. Right to my dick and balls.

Fuck.

I let go of her hands, and slumbered on the ground, very soon reaching a fetal position. To someone else, it must have looked comical.

As I gripped my balls, trying not to scream like a little girl, I took a moment to think.

Yes. I made a mistake.

"You... fucking... PIG!!!" she shouted like a lunatic. I wonder if other floors could hear us now?

The most horrid pain didn't take too long. Only like 10 seconds. After that, I could think more clearly.

No no. It wasn't a mistake. She made a mistake.

She has to think she made a mistake.

"Oh... Boy..."

"If there was any justice in this world, you would get arrested right now you, sexist low-life! I probably should kick you again!"

"Oh, boy... You are so done..."

"What?"

"Forget about getting another job after this. I... ouch... I'm contacting... the... brotherhood" I came up with that name on the spot.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Yeah... The brotherhood... It involves all the male CEOs in this country... It's a sort of secret system for us guys... All I have to do is post 'never hire this woman'. Your career, whatever it was, it's over."

She didn't say anything to that.

I guess she believed it? I mean it was a reasonable thing to assume in a patriarchy. All the guys just doing favors for each other and running women's lives. At least that's how she must've seen it.

"You better... make Henrika the breadwinner now. No-one will... hire you... ow... to even walk their dogs."

She gulped. I was getting to her.

Slowly, I could stand up. Yes the kick was painful, but not painful enough to put me in a hospital. I just had to be careful now.

I could see Ulla was getting distressed. After all, she was a career lady. That had been everything to her all her life.

I had her.

But I couldn't possibly enjoy her fully now. Not with this pain.

I grabbed her chin. She was shocked, but did nothing to stop me. She didn't want to make it any worse for herself now. I loved how her angry little shot impotent daggers at me.

"But hey. I'm a merciful dude. I'll give you a chance to apologize."

Damn. Her pouty lips were too enticing. I just had to...

As soon as my lips were nearing hers, she withdrew to the wall. She was so scared and angry at the same time, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say. She just panted like a marathon runner.

"So you'll apologize. I think it's better for you. Tonight. At your apartment. Right?"

Ulla was too flustered to say anything to that.

All of a sudden, there was a scraching noise in the elevator's intercom.

"Everything OK there?" a voice asked.

"Yeah. Just an accidental push of the emergency button", I answered. Ulla gritted her teeth.