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Alone at Work_(1)

This is something that happened to me years ago at a previous job and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I’ve only talked about it to one other person and not even my bf knows about it. Full warning this is a True Story of a Rape. I’m not looking for sympathy, or looking to make people feel sorry for me. This is something that turns me on, an incident that started my forced/Reluctance kink, and possibly transformed me into the dirty little slut I am today.

It all started with a company Christmas party, every year everyone would all get together at a bar not far from our offices and get hammered. I was 19 at the time but was able to get in with the crowd of coworkers I went with. I had only been with the company just over 6 months and this was my first time really spending time with any of my coworkers outside the office.

I worked graveyard with a 3 other people, but I was the only female on shift. The guys were all great, but mostly in their mid 40s or older. The youngest guy there was 28 at the time and we hit it off right away. His name was Richard and even though he was 9 years older we had a lot in common, also I felt safe around him. He was 5’10” probably 200 lbs, dark hair, light eyes, and he seemed to always be smiling. He was a pervert like the rest of the guys but he didn’t openly leer at my like the others did.

On weekends me and Richard worked alone a lot, and when we did we usually spent the night joking or talking about his family. This night at the Christmas party I’d been getting drinks slipped to me all night and I was pretty wasted fairly quickly. I hung out with Richard most of the night and we were both extremely flirty.

As the night went on he’d stand closer to me, touch me more often, and a few times he accidentally pressed his crotch against me as people moved around us in the crowded bar.

At the end of the night I was too drunk to drive and Richard offered to drive me home. The whole drive to my place I could feel his eyes on me, he told me how good I looked and told me if he wasn’t married I’d be in trouble. I laughed it off and finally we were at my place. He dropped me off and nothing else happened.

After that night I noticed me and Richard would flirt more often, but still just harmless fun. A few months later we are working the weekend alone, and he’s being a lot more aggressive than normal, standing close to me as we talked, blatantly eyeing me up and down, backing me against walls or corners subtly.

I was enjoying the attention but I knew it was wrong, he’s a married man.

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