Try to bluff

"I came in to pick up your empty coffee cup and take it back to the break room, Mr. Chandler," you say, striving to recover your composure. "I saw your wallet laying on the floor and was just going to put it back in your jacket. It must have fallen out when you hung it up." You give him another of your glorious, flirtatious smiles and hold the wallet out to him.

"Just put it back in my jacket, Lisa," he says quietly. You nod, smiling and tuck it away, then walk to his desk to pick up the empty cup. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you're starting to feel that you're getting away with it.

"I'll get rid of this," you say, picking up the cup and walking towards him and the door. He smiles at you and steps aside. When you try the knob you find it locked, the latch set. You try to turn the latch and find it immobile. You glance back at Mr. Chandler with the first tendrils of fear touching working inside you, then struggle with the latch again.

"Having trouble Lisa?" he asks solicitously.

"The latch seems to be stuck," you reply, still trying to turn it.

In a sudden move he steps forward and grabs you by the back of the neck, pushing you against the door. With a shocked gasp the cup falls from your nerveless fingers. He pushes his face close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"It always sticks for thieving sluts," he says as he holds you against the door with one hand while running the other over your body.

"I'm not! I didn't! Your wallet was on the floor! It was!," you protest. "Why would I steal from you, Mr. Chandler?"

"Because you need the money and you're an entitled little cunt, that's why. What else have you got?" he demands, squeezing your breasts and ass, no longer making any pretence of searching you, just fondling your ripe body.

"You can't do that to me!" you squeal, trying to squirm away from him. "Let me go! I didn't do anything! Stop groping me!" he ignore you, continuing his exploration of your body, pressing you against the door. "I didn't do anything you bastard! Stop it!" you scream, trying to push him away.

"There are security cameras in here you fucking slut. There will be footage of you searching my office and taking my wallet. Don't think you're walking out of here." You slump a little at his words and you feel fear start to possess you. You gasp with shock as he pulls your skirt up and probes between your thighs, his strong hands running over the silkiness of your skin.

"You can't just **** me!" you scream. "Somebody help me! Help!" You struggle against his strength, but go cold and still when you hear his laugh.

"The office is pretty much sound proof, bitch. Scream your whore head off, it won't help you."

"Oh God! Don't **** me! I didn't steal anything, please Mr. Chandler. It's just a misunderstanding," you beg.

"It's a misunderstanding all right. You misunderstand how much trouble you're in."