What comes around, goes around…

This is a story which starts as a true story, but eventually evolves into a personal fantasy of mine. A girl tries teasing her boss into a better position in the company. Things do not turn out the way she planned…

The story contains violence and rape. If you are offended by this in any way, please do not read the story any further. Also, the story is rather long and descriptive on the sexual acts. If you prefer a ‘Wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ story this might not be for you.

Oh, and it’s my first work; constructive criticism would be most appreciated!

What comes around, goes around…

He massaged his temples slowly while staring at his polished shoes. Everyone had gone home for the day. Another Thursday had passed. She had been giving him a headache today. She’s been giving him a headache since the moment she first set foot in his office. A headache ? a hard dick. He smiled at his own thoughts, but quickly went grim the moment he looked up from his pondering.

A photo on the wall of the private office showed a group of smiling faces. One woman and two boys. The man sighed deeply, now torn between both his wants and needs, which seemed to embody water versus fire. But he already knew his decision. He decided since the moment she first set foot in his office. “I’m sorry, Liz…” he whispered nearly silent at the photo. Symbolically he took the picture and turned it to lay it down flat in his drawer. He stood up, walking out of his private space with his coat in his hands, taking a last look around the empty office and left.

Ryan Stoker was a man in his mid-forties, the kind that had it all figured out. He was tall, easily passing 2 meters with short brown hair and blue eyes. He had a slight muscular build aswell as a slight tanned skin, but he was still unsatisfied with his looks. “Liz, this weekend I’m going to start working out!” he told her every week while looking at his naked body in the mirror in the bedroom. She just smiled, knowing he’d never get round to doing so. Married at a young age with a woman named Elizabeth, they lived together for a while before they considered children.

By now they lived in a grand house with the four of them. Five, if you would include the dog. The kids had been hassling Ryan for weeks to get a dog, but as kids tend to do, they quickly tired of walking it and let daddy take up that chore every evening. Ryan didn’t really mind, he enjoyed the walks with the happy golden retriever barking and chasing leafs falling off the trees. It was his way of clearing his head after a long day at the office. Or at least he attempted so. Lately his mind was occupied by a woman. A woman who was not his wife. Not in the very least.

Alex, short for Alexandra, was a young woman. By the age of 21, she already grew to be a smart little lady. Working her way through high-school as any ordinary teenager she decided one day to work her way up fast, and did so with vast determination. Leaving her simplistic job at the local supermarket she swiftly obtained an office job in a small international company near her home. With a great lack of experience or education she knew she had to take advantage of what she had to compensate this lack. One being her natural intelligence, secondly her smarts. From an early age on she knew how to manipulate the people around her to get her way. This made her self-confidence grow, up to a point where she feared nothing. Her big mouth had only worked to her advantage until now, and surely got her the office-job she had up till this day.

A third influence which might have brought her to the point where she was now, however ‘informal’, was her appearance. She wasn’t too tall, 168 centimeters last time she measured, but well proportioned. With a slim waist and slightly bigger hips she was able to get the most out of skirts and dresses (and men for that matter), but as a post-teenager she still considered her natural curves a nuisance. What also attracted many men weren’t just her deep green eyes and her long wavy dirty-blonde hair, but, as may be expected from men, her breasts. A full D-cup on her slim figure made every blouse or shirt bulge out enough for every man to nearly sprain their necks as she walked past. She was no fool, she knew this, and used it to tease her way to success.

Fridaymorning, eight o’clock on the dot, most people were present at their desks yawning while switching their computers on and grabbing their second or even first cup of coffee for the day. Ryan walked in, seeing several surprised faces pop up from behind the screens. “Goodmorning!” he smirked at the confused faces and walked straight to his private office. As a CEO he was allowed to ‘drop in a little later than the normal folks’. But today he came in early, with no particular reason but a slight tingle which had kept him up most of the night. Still, he wasn’t tired. Adrenaline took part of him hoping this Friday would not be like other Fridays. Before walking in to his office he took a sly look to the left and rolled his eyes. Alex’s desk was empty, as it always was at that time.

He sat down, switching on his computer and grabbed several papers spread out on his desk. “Good morning well-appreciated colleagues!” he heard a happy voice sing outside his office. Ryan looked up at the clock. Ten past eight. Alex had made a reputation for herself by coming in late every day, but for some reason (Ryan knew only too well why) she always got away with it. However, she wasn’t just a simple flirt. She did her work exceptionally well, being fast and accurate at everything she did. That made her a valuable employee for the office, and of course she knew that as well. He remembered the last thing she said to him before leaving the office yesterday. “You know you can’t live without me. The company that is”, she mentioned on her way out his office, “I’m too good for that”. “Cocky bitch…” he muttered while looking at some scribbling on the papers about the costs over the last month. A moment later he smirked at his own comment.

The day went on as it usually did. Quiet and calmth signed the office. Until about eleven o’clock, when Alex would be properly awake. With her being one of the very few women in a mostly man-dominated office, she’d always get all the attention she wished for. She was smart enough to lay low when authority figures were around, but Ryan did not seem to be part of that world to her. The click-clacking of heels announced her first entrance to Ryan’s office for the day, eleven o’clock on the dot. Ryan didn’t look up on purpose. He wasn’t planning to give her too much attention during the day; frankly he’d rather drop off a cliff than granting her the pleasure of seeing him drool over her like the others did. Even though he didn’t look up, he caught a glimpse of her middlefinger subtily pointed at a random person in the office.

She walked in the office, wearing a big smile. “Don’t stick up your middlefinger at employees, Alex…” he said, faking complete disinterest at her presence and attempting to add a bit of discipline to his tone which could be recognized as nearly parental. “I wasn’t sticking up anything. Are you?” she shot back within seconds. He looked up at her grin and her daring eyes and decided not to give in, looking back at his papers. Alex appeared to have other plans than to leave, and leaned on his desk casually reading off his –private to a normal employee’s eyes- papers, giving a good clear view in her tight and partially unbuttoned blouse. Ryan looked up with amusement, knowing she was trying to provoke him, but kept himself as disciplined as possible. Nevertheless it took him great effort not to look in her blouse. “What is it? I’m busy!” he said with a fake irritated tone. Alex stood up straight again. “Just wondering if you’d like some coffee, Mr. Stoker” she said in a friendly yet professional voice. “Yes. And for the millionth time, call me Ryan… ‘Mr. Stoker’ makes me feel old!”

Alex snickered and bent over him from the side, instead of moving around his chair to grab his coffee mug on the other side of the desk, replying mockingly “Yes. I know.” Ryan felt his cock stir against his will by this young woman leaning over his lap and shoved against the desk quickly to hide any other unwanted reactions in his office-pants, leaning against Alex in the process. She pulled back. “Well, aren’t you frisky today!” she laughed and walked off to get the coffee. Ryan sighed, irritated that again he gave her what she wanted; the damn attention. But that didn’t matter much. Not today. He gave his cock a small stroke under his desk. She came back a minute later, put the coffee down and walked right out. He took a sip of his coffee with milk and made a face. [i[“Bitch”[/i]. She knew he drank his coffee without sugar.

The day had its usual routine. Therefore most knew that the innocent games of the morning turned into the teasing during the afternoon. For Ryan Alex always seemed to have a little extra attention in her own special way. She seemed to make a sport out of making him feel irritated and even insignificant as an authority figure at times. That first moment of the day appeared as he had a serious conversation with a colleague on general profit increase at the man’s desk.

Ryan heard a cough behind him and saw Alex standing beside him with crossed arms and a pout from the corner of his eyes. He ignored her and continued his conversation hoping to make it clear to her he wasn’t planning to interrupt his conversation. “Excuse me!” she said, her voice a little louder than normal. He turned sideways slowly, speaking with real irritation this time. “What!?” “You’re in the way, I need to reach the map in that cabin.” she said with a semi-annoyed tone. “Why don’t you walk around the desk and reach the cabin that way without interrupting me?” he sighed. “No particular reason. This is a faster way.” she said, turning away and walking back to her seat, without taking the map she originally came for with her.

Ryan turned back to his colleague, realizing he completely lost concentration and forgot what he wanted to say. He glared at the girl who now smirked back at him, raising her eyebrows mockingly. Ryan returned to his own desk letting out a small growl. “Stupid bitch. Stupid arrogant bitch” resonated in his head while throwing a stapler back in a drawer. He was tired of being pushed around like this. “Who the hell does she think she is?” Ryan then laughed loudly, not caring if the rest of the office could hear him. They would probably think he just heard something funny on the phone. If they only knew the delicious yet malicious plan he had in mind. And little Alex would be on the front row.

The end of the day neared. Many had left the office already, taking some free time to spend the last few hours in the sun. The ones who remained just looked either tired or enthusiastic, ready to go home and celebrate their weekend. Even the end of the day was predictable. Alex pulled the same trick every other day, and Ryan started to see a pattern. On the days she gave Ryan a hard time (be it literally or not), she’d always stick around a little longer. Usually until they ended up being the last ones left in the office. Ryan wondered why for a long time. Was it just another tease? Was she there because she actually wanted to finish work? He was convinced it was just one of the many mind-fucks she was pulling off.

Ryan stood at the end of his office, watching her through the blinds. “Or maybe you’re just a masochistic bitch”, he whispered softly at her, not caring that she had no clue what he was saying. “Yes, that’s it, isn’t it? You’re daring me. You’re daring me to make a move on you. Not long now, sweetheart.” Ryan sat back in his chair, picking up his pen to scribble some small notes for the coming Monday. After a few seconds, he dropped his pen again and sat back with a sigh. His mind was not cooperating with him in the very least. That or the blood had begun streaming towards other destinations in his body than his brains. He looked down as to confirm, surprised to see a big tent forming in his pants. His head drifted off again. If only thoughts could already do this to him…. He smiled.

He looked up at the clock. Quarter past five. If his estimations were correct the office should be empty now. Empty, besides Alex and him. He knew how the bitch’s mind worked, he was convinced of it. He stood up, finally having tamed his dick again and walked towards the exit of his office. There she was, as he expected. He looked around to see an empty office, as he expected. He smiled at both his prediction and her predictability. He walked towards the exit of the office with the empty mug, towards the kitchen, as he usually did before he’d finish up work and go home. He looked at Alex, she didn’t look back, but he was sure he saw a suppressed smirk forming on the corners of her mouth.

He put away the mug, looking at a row of filthy mugs on the counter. The cleaning lady was not coming today; he received the memo yesterday afternoon. Apparently the rest of the office didn’t know that. Or they didn’t care about the filthy mugs standing there. He guessed the last. He leaned over the counter and took a deep breath, looking in the mirror as if to assure himself that he was convinced that this was what he wanted. He saw his mirror image form a smile. One he never saw on his face before. One he didn’t know he could have. It was an emotionless smile. A smile which spoke a thousand words. He wanted to confront the little slut with her behavior. Confront her, show her, take her, break her, hit her, fuck her. Not necessarily in that order.

He walked back inside the office, and smiled seeing Alex still on the computer. He walked up behind her. “Hello” she said emotionless, without looking back, clearly unimpressed by his presence. Ryan didn’t reply, but put his hand on her head and brushed her hair slowly. Alex didn’t move, nor react in any way. He moved his other hand towards her jawline, following the outline, dragging the finger over her neck and shoulders, enjoying the curves. Suddenly she moved her chair back with such force that Ryan received the chair in his stomach with a smash. He coughed and moved a few steps back. Not out of fear, out of curiosity on how she’d react on his ‘new approach’. She stood up and turned to look at him, the chair separating the two.

Seconds passed by, but she was the first to speak. “Well, well, look who’s coming out of his shell.” she spoke mockingly. He smirked at her. “Apparantly so. Like it?” She smiled. “Does your wife know, Ryan?” This was a question he wasn’t expecting. His smirk left his face as soon as it came. “I’m sure she’ll be very interested to know you’re hitting on young women at the office. And so will the big bosses. And if I decide to press charges, this could mean a very nasty lawsuit for you…” Ryan was stunned. He had a small sparkle of hope she’d want him as much as he wanted her. However, he was aware there would most probably be some resistance from her side. But this was not what he expected.

It took him several moments to structure the whirlwind of thoughts taking over his head. If she wanted the gloves off, that could be arranged. “Why don’t you skip the games and tell me what you want, you little cunt?” She didn’t stop smiling and it was creeping him out. “What I want? I want what you have. Let’s start with a decent raise and extra chores as your P.A. I want to know what you know. I want to do what you do – she said determined -You work me up in this company and I won’t press charges. Capisce?” Ryan stood completely blanked out, stunned. She was using him! Alex tapped her nails on the desk. “Well? I don’t have all day…”

That comment was all it took to make something inside him snap. Ryan looked at the ground and then looked up. Grabbing the chair and smashing it to the side he looked at her furiously. How dare she… How does she fucking dare to put up that tone to him? The next few moments passed in a haze. He launched forward, grabbed her upper arm tightly and dragged her with him towards his office. She yelped by both the force of the tug and the shock of the sudden change in temper and instinctively punched the arm holding her. He turned around and slapped her in the face also feeling a determination taking over him. “Calm the fuck down! If you behave this might not get as painful as it should be.” he growled back at her, continuing the journey towards the office.

After a small struggle she was in, trapped between the walls and Ryan in the doorway. He pulled out a key, and locked the door. Walking up to her he hit her on the head with such force she smacked against the wall, going dizzy. Ryan took his time to hide the key on a suitable and safe place, before he turned to the girl. “Not such a big mouth now, are you?” he laughed while taking off his tie and undoing a few buttons of his blouse while he watched her amusingly in her dizzy state.

Alex moaned in pain and reached for her head, the other arm leaning at the wall to keep her up. “Playtime’s over. That little show you put up just then was very convincing, but I’ll cut to the chase. I’m going to have you as I please, in any way I please. That eternal teasing of yours is to thank for that. I don’t give a fuck whether you’re enjoying it too but if you’re a smart girl, which I know you are, you do so.” he whispered as he moved in closer to her, trapping her in a corner between the side of a cabin and the wall, moving his hands over the sides of her face.

He tilted her head up in his grip and looked at the beautiful face of the woman who had made his job hell. She looked back, still dazed from the smash against the wall. He smiled as he let go of her face and let his hands rove down, following the curves of her breasts down to her hips. Moving the same path up again he now went to the middle of her neck, feeling the need to do something he never did before. He pressured the soft skin slightly. Feeling the difficulty to breathe the girl panicked, and Ryan saw fear in her eyes for the first time she set foot in his office.

His voice got raw in anticipation, not sure whether it was the suffocation which just gave him that extra boost. He moved in closer to her and took in her scent.