her first day

Emily did her best to maintain her composure, but each step she took in the office felt like a walk of shame. Every man she passed seemed to undress her further with his eyes, even though she was already stripped bare. She clenched her fists, determined not to let them see her sweat.

As she entered the main office area, she was greeted by a chorus of whistles and low, mocking laughter. A group of male employees lounged by the water cooler, their eyes fixed on her like a pack of wolves sizing up their prey.

“Morning, sweetheart,” one of them drawled, a tall man with a smug grin. “You’re looking a little underdressed for the occasion.”

Emily straightened her back, forcing a tight smile. “I’m just following the dress code,” she shot back, trying to keep her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.

Another man, shorter but broader, stepped closer, his gaze lingering on her breasts. “Well, if you’re going to flaunt it, we’re going to enjoy it,” he said, reaching out to trace a finger along her collarbone.

Emily slapped his hand away, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Touch me again, and you’ll regret it.”

The group erupted in laughter, clearly amused by her attempt to stand up to them. The tall man stepped forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. “Is that a threat? Because you’re not in a position to make any.”

She yanked her arm free, glaring at him. “You’d be surprised what I’m capable of.”

Her voice, trembling with a mix of anger and fear, unintentionally took on a sultry tone, which only seemed to fuel their amusement. Another man, who had been leaning against the wall, sauntered over and slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Emily gasped, her face flushing with humiliation.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” he sneered, grabbing a handful of her ass and giving it a squeeze. “I like that. But you should know by now, we’re the ones in charge here.”

Emily bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out. Instead, she shot him a defiant look. “Keep your hands to yourself, or you’ll find out just how feisty I can get.”

The group chuckled again, clearly enjoying the game. The shorter man leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “I think you like this more than you’re letting on. That sexy little voice of yours is saying something different.”

Emily’s heart raced, but she refused to let them see her falter. “In your dreams,” she spat, trying to pull away, but they had her surrounded now.

“Every night,” the tall man quipped, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against him. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his arousal. “You should make it a reality. You might enjoy yourself.”

She twisted out of his grip, her eyes blazing. “You’re pathetic,” she hissed, but her voice wavered, betraying her anxiety.

The men exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the show. One of them, who had been watching silently until now, stepped forward and ran his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back so she was **** to look up at him.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” he murmured, his voice low and mocking. “But it’s only going to make things harder for you. So why don’t you just play nice? It’ll be easier for everyone.”

Emily jerked her head away, glaring at him. “I’m not here to play your games.”

His grin widened, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Oh, but you are, whether you like it or not. And the more you fight, the more fun we’ll have.”

Emily’s breath hitched, but she swallowed her fear, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. “I’m here to do my job, not be your toy,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body.

Another hand slapped her ass, harder this time, making her stumble. “You’d better get used to it, sweetheart,” one of them said with a laugh. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Emily clenched her teeth, her whole body tense with the effort of holding herself together. She wanted to scream, to fight back with everything she had, but she knew it would only make things worse. Instead, she squared her shoulders and walked away, their laughter echoing in her ears.

But as she headed to her desk, she made a silent vow: she might be outnumbered, but she would never let them break her. They could try to humiliate her, grope her, and mock her all they wanted, but she would fight back with every ounce of strength she had. And one day, she would make them pay for every lewd comment, every degrading touch, and every moment of humiliation they inflicted on her.