Mr. Jameson tells you to set the file on his desk, and as you do, he moves in behind you, and runs his hand down your leg and slightly up your skirt.
You jump back, frightened.
"Don't worry sweetcheaks, its just a little fun."
Remembering your manners with superiors you reply "S-sir, this is inappropriate." You say, trying to stumble over your words.
"Only if somebody finds out... you wouldn't tell anyone now would you, we could both lose our jobs... or atleast one of us would."
You heard the thinly veiled threat, that if you tried to stop him, you'd be fired, which you could only assume would affect your real life as well.
He's backed you into a corner, and runs his hand across your chest, feeling your breasts, even squeezing one slightly, for a moment you freeze, until in a split second you dart around him saying, "Sorry Sir, I have a lot of work I need to get to" And nearly running down the hall away, and into the stairway.
You sit along the wall and gather your composure, you'd never expected that Mr. Jameson was like that, you'd only heard good things about him, no wonder you'd only met him once, he was more interested in the women of the company.
You took a deep breath took off your heels and took the stairs back down to the third floor, putting your heels back on and entering the office you pass Emmilee
"How'd it go up there?" She asked
"Uhh about as well as you'd expect" you answer with a tone that means, not well.
"Sorry to hear that Hun, He's just the worst isn't he."
"You agree and head back to your desk to grab your purse, its been a long day and you are absolutely ready to get back to being a well respected man.
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