Try to get the work done

The back room was a combination storage room/office. There was an empty desk, a couch, a file cabinet, and stacks of old files along the wall. Those must be the files they are going to shred, Melissa thought.

Melissa walks to the row of files on the floor, and then she hears the door close behind her. Startled, she spins around, her dress flying up a bit, showing her sexy, slender legs. She sees Jim with a very mischievous look on his face, approaching her.

"What are you doing? Why did you close the door?" she asked, with pangs of fear hitting her stomach.

"You fucking little bitch! Why the hell did you rat me out?" Jim angrily asked her as he continued to walk closer.

"I-I-I'm sorry, b-b-b-but you were st-stealing." Melissa stammered in fear of what this large, angry man planned to do to her.

"Dumb cunt! We have always dipped into the petty cash account, it's basically a fringe benefit for all of our hard work." He told the frightened girl, who was backed against the wall.

"Now, it looks like I have to find some new fringe benefits..." he snarls as he strokes her hair with his hand.

"No! Get away from me! Don't touch me!" yelled Melissa.

"Touch you? I'm gonna do more than that, honey, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" Jim grabs her arm and pulls her away from the wall. Suddenly the door opens, and Steve and Terry enter. Melissa breaks away from Jim and runs towards them.

"Oh, thank God you're here! That bastard said he was gonna **** me!" She told the two men.