Chapter 17 - Red handed

Leaning back, Darnell continues to smile, “Come on Paris, don’t think about it. Just answer. It’s fun, I promise!”

Remembering that the whole idea was to be seen flirting and that this plays into what I want Mr. Orpheus to see, I rub my hand up and down Darnell’s arm and lean back into his hand that’s still on the small of my back. “Umm…” I quickly imagine the blow jobs I’ve received and pick out my favorite position, even if it’s from the receiving end. “…I like the kneeling position. I mean, to kneel in front of… um.. my man. It makes me… I mean, it makes him feel so big and strong and special, and I really like that…”

My voice trails off as I see Darnell’s eyes flick over my shoulder and then stay there. As his hand pulls away from my back, I internally celebrate knowing that there is only one man on this floor that intimidates Darnell. When I look over my shoulder, I see my boss standing in the doorway, just as I’d hoped he’d come and find us. He doesn’t look angry, but I’ve learned how he shows himself in public gives almost no indication as to how he’s feeling inside. To make sure he sees enough to get his jealousy and possessiveness up I turn back to Darnell and put my flirty smile back on. “I guess I get to ask you a question at another time, right baby?”

Wanting to completely knock this out of the park I go up on my tiptoes and add an extra cherry on top by giving Darnell a kiss on his cheek. It would have probably been more powerful if I could have kissed him on the lips, but there’s only so far I can push myself and keep a flirty smile on my face. As is, feeling Darnell’s kinky stubble against my lips is almost too far. Turning around, I pick up Mr. Orpheus’ coffee mug and start making his morning cuppa. Halfway through my task I look around and see that both he and Darnell have left the room.

When Mal’s drink is ready I head back to his office. At my desk I stop and check my cell phone and see that Grace has sent me a message. Or rather, several messages. If one message is good, then what could six messages mean? Before I can check the messages themself though I hear that gravelly intense voice come from the door behind me. “Miss Beaufort, please come into my office. Close the door behind you.”

In just over two weeks working for this creep, he’d never asked me to close the door behind me. My heart goes into overdrive as I can only hope that this is it. This is the day he goes too far, paints himself into a corner, and lets me get done with all this nonsense. The timing would be perfect as I really don’t want to continue to play “20 dirty questions” with Darnell.

Walking in I see Mr. Orpheus standing in the center of his office. His suit coat is tossed over the back of his chair, another first, and his arms are crossed over his chest. As soon as the door is closed, he starts talking. “So, you think it’s appropriate to flirt with your coworkers? You think it’s appropriate to flirt with Mr. Darnell Anderson? Someone who is barely above your position? Don’t just stand there gawking darling, put my cup of coffee down.”

My heart sinks as I walk around Mr. Orpheus and approach his desk. I was hoping for some **** sexual chemistry and instead it looks like I’m going to get another scolding and nothing more. Maybe he knows? Maybe he knows that he shouldn’t be playing around with me. Before I can ponder further though, all of my questions are answered. As I bend forward to put his coffee down, I let out a little “eep” as I feel Mr. Orpheus’ hands simultaneously grip the back of my neck and my ass. As I’m pushed face down on the top of the desk and right up against its edge, I feel his breath right next to my ear while he kneads and grips my rear.

“Are you feeling a little randy today girl?” I can only groan into his desk as Mal unknowingly is grinding my tucked back cock into his desk. “Feeling like you need to get some cock? Is that why you sought out Darnell? Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree. He’s taken and he’s pretty loyal to his girl. But I’m here to help you out. You know with all the mixed signals you were giving me I thought maybe you just wanted some time to warm up. Needed to get used to me when I’m not swamped with this McGregor deal. But hey, I’m more than happy to throw you a bone if that’s what you need. What did you say back there? That your favorite position is on your knees? Well good news sweet lips. That’s my favorite position for my girls too!”

I try to not look happy, knowing that the video evidence is just as important as anything else. That the video can’t show me happy at being mauled like this. But it’s hard going as I know that this is my last day at K Edison Global. With my hands flailing to and fro on the desk it’s easy to make it look like a random movement to come in and hit the small button on my bra strap. The one that saves the audio recording and sends warnings to Rhea and Grace to get the video. Mr. Orpheus has just harassed his last secretary and he’s going to be out on his ass…. “GaaaahhhHH!”

Suddenly all the breath is pushed out of my lungs. I’ve playfully slapped girls asses before. They like it, I like it, and it makes that great smacking sound. But what Mr. Orpheus does to my ass is way beyond playful. It hurts even through my skirt, panties, and fajas Colombianas. Worse, it literally empties my lungs. Between the corset I’m wearing and the position he has me in I’m quickly out of breath.

Without another word, my boss uses his grip on my neck to stand me up, turn me to face him, and then push me to my knees. I’m not sure I could have withstood his push even if I had breath to use, but I know I didn’t stand a chance as is as my legs just crumpled under me. With that hand still holding me still I see his hand come down and start pulling open his belt.

Still trying to catch my breath I reach up and grip at Mr. Orpheus’ hand holding my neck. His voice actually sounds lighter and mischievous as he lets go and says “Nah ah ah! None of that little missy!” His hand is off my neck just long enough for me to tilt my head down toward the floor. But instead of backing away from me, he uses that now free hand to grip both of my wrists. With my hands now held behind my head he pulls them forward until he can add some of my hair to his iron like grip.

Now with my arms and hands held up behind my head he tilts my face back up to look at his crotch. It’s clear he’s not only done actions like this before, he’s an old hand and well-practiced at them. When I’m looking straight forward again, I’m not met with the view of his pants and unbuckled belt. Instead, he’s already undone the belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down. I can see his silk boxers parting just a bit and his pubic hair in the shadow. When I try to shout out “NO!” I’m reminded how much air he’d pushed from me as it barely comes out as a whisper. His returned chuckle is beyond intimidating “Mmm Hmmm. Sure baby. What was it you said? You like this position because it makes your man feel big, strong, and special? Well guess what? You’re making me feel big, strong, and special right now! Now open wide and no biting!”

Trying to tell this monster to “Fuck Off!” was the wrong maneuver. As soon as my lips part, Mal’s other hand streaks forward and his first two fingers slide right into my mouth. Again, he shows how well practiced he is by pressing the pads of his fingers down on my tongue while flexing his fingers. His knuckles catch on my teeth and with all the leverage he has, he easily **** my mouth wide open. With his fingers molesting my mouth I’m still **** to look forward and can see him growing hard in his boxers. It won’t be long until he’s erect enough to slip out and start pointing at me.

At that moment, the sound of knocking at the door sounds like a choir straight from heaven. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a sound quite as wonderous as that knocking. In another sign of Malichi’s arrogance, he simply lets me go, pulls his pants back up and says as he approaches the door “Get yourself together. We’ll pick up on the fun later.”

I’m barely back up on my heels when he opens the door. There, just about to knock again, is Grace. She sees me standing behind and obviously recognizes something is off. “Oh. I’m sorry, Mr. Orpheus. I had to see Miss Beaufort. I’m afraid it’s very important, otherwise I’d never… um… interrupt the two of you. May I speak to her please?”

Turning on his heel as if he had no care in the world Malachi talks in his calm everyday tone. “That’s fine. Paris dear, remember that we have that conference call this afternoon. I want you in my office half an hour before it. We’ll pick up where we left off on this morning’s meeting.”

I can’t help but practically run out of his office as he pulls his jacket on, sits down, and starts working at his computer. His words as Grace and I leave, while innocent enough, still send chills down my spine “And leave the door open sweety.”

We’re barely in Grace’s office before I just break down. I knew it would be hard to go through what he might do, but I’d never imagined he’d be that casually aggressive. I’d never imagined he’d be able to overpower me so easily. It takes me a half hour before I’m calm enough to tell Grace she saved me from being outright ****.

When I felt right again, I take a moment to clean up my makeup before telling Grace all that had happened. I don’t leave anything out. The flirting with Darnell and his flirting back. My overt statement of a favorite position for giving head, and of course Mr. Orpheus’ attempt to make me perform that very act in that very position. With a trembling voice I finally finished with “But that’s it right? They’ll have video of it, and it will be enough to finish him.”

Grace had always had a way of cutting through bullshit. I watched her eyes and could almost see her calculations going on before she blurted out “Paris, we’re fucked. Rhea Birdie has been fired. She was perp walked out of the building this morning. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but it was the police taking her out. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but whoever gets the HR director’s position will be able to check on your records and see that we all committed fraud to get you hired. I’m not sure how much that’s going to weigh against what Mr. Orpheus did. I mean, he not only could have both of us fired, he could have both of us prosecuted.”

Much like a fish that has been pulled from its world into a foreign place where the air is unbreathable, I simply sit there for several moments with my mouth working but nothing coming out. I’d never considered the possibility of Mrs. Birdie losing her job. If Grace went down, I’d be able to protect her. If I went down, Grace would be able to protect me. If we both went down, Mrs. Birdie would be able to protect us. But now that she went down, neither of us had protection.

Neither Grace nor I had any problem going home early. Fuck Mal’s meeting. After word spread that the HR department was in shambles, many people took advantage and left with ‘Stress Leave’. Normally I’d be very eager to get home after work so that I could change out of my femme gear and at least temporarily return to normal. After this day, however, I convinced Grace to head straight to a bar for some morning drinking. We started out calmly with some wine spritzers but by the time afternoon rush rolled around we were on to tequila shots.

I only have vague memories of how the evening progressed. I remember Grace and I stumbling into the apartment together, each taking turns helping the other. After I pushed Grace onto her bed, I barely made it to my own room before passing out. When I woke up, I felt so squeezed and uncomfortable. With my hangover it took me a while to realize I’d spent the whole night in the fajas Colombianas, fake breasts, and clothes.

When I finally get out of the shower and feel my body start to return to its normal shape, I hear my phone vibrate in my purse. Realizing I never put it on the charger last night I pull it out and freeze when I see the message on the screen.

“Fuck. Grace, we have to go into the office. Trixie says the new HR director needs us in there right now.”