If I was scared and nervous around Mr. Boothe before, I was absolutely terrified of him now. I would scurry out of his way when he came near. When he spoke, I would practically jump out of my skin.
I kept to myself even more after that, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.
He seemed to be ignoring me for the most part, and I was glad for that. He would still yell and berate me daily, but he didn't make any physical moves towards me.
Until about a week later. He had been on the phone all morning arguing loudly with his wife and lawyers about the divorce.
Towards the end of the day, I got a call for an emergency inventory transfer. I printed out the pack list and the order and headed back to the trucker's lounge. I was happy to get the break and get up from my desk and walk around.
I stepped into the lounge and gave the paperwork to one of the truckers.
I was explaining to him that it needed to go to their warehouse before the end of the day, when Mr. Boothe stomped in. He glared at me. "Benji! My office. Now!"
The truckers started snickering. I saw the hungry look in Mr. Boothe's eyes and I started shaking. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm and jerked me and pushed me towards the door.
"I said fucking now," he grumbled.
I caught Big Ben's eyes as I hurried past. He furrowed his brow and frowned and I quickly looked away.
Mr. Boothe shut the door to his office and locked it after pushing me inside. I backed away from him into the corner. He walked up to me, unzipping his pants. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed hard, pushing me to my knees.
"On your knees, bitch," he husked. "You know what to do."
I hesitated and he lifted his hand like he was going to hit me.
"Open your fucking mouth!" he growled through closed teeth.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he shoved his hard cock into me. I wanted to get it over with as quick as possible, so I sucked hard and started moving my head. He grabbed my head and quietly grunted as he held my head tight and fucked my mouth until he came. Only after I swallowed did he let go.
"Get the fuck out," he said as he stepped back and put himself away.
I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with my sleeve and ran to the door. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't turn or open.
"It's fucking locked," Mr. Boothe grumbled. "Jesus Christ, are you fucking retarded?"
I unlocked the door and hurried to the bathroom and shut myself into a stall and quietly sobbed. After I got myself under control, I rinsed my face in the sink. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were red and I looked awful. I dried my face with a paper towel, then blew my nose. As I pushed open the door to the bathroom, I bumped into Ben.
He grabbed my arm with his meaty paw and I flinched. I couldn't look him in the face.
You okay?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," I replied hoarsely and hurried back to my desk.
I sat at my desk on the verge of tears for the rest of the day. I kept my eye on the clock praying for 4:30 to come around so that I could go home and crawl into bed.
