Stereotypes Reversed

Office Harassment

Light chuckles and sickeningly loud giggles came from the stairwell. Several of the girls had decided to have some fun with the new guys in the office, they'd asked me to join in but I preferred to watch.

I grinned as I watched Sarah -a petite brunette from accounting- grope and touch the bigger of the two men. The other girls giggling as they watched her manicured nails dig into his trousers and claw at his package. Even louder giggling filled my ears as Sarah's movements made the man whimper and beg for her to stop.

The sounds coming from him made me feel disgusted with him, how pathetic. The little bitch couldn't even beg properly.

Suddenly I became interested in the other man as two of the girls pinned him against the wall of the stairwell, his hands being pinned above his head as one of the girls undid his pants.

Without really meaning to I stepped in, gripping the women by their high ponytails and throwing them down a flight of stairs, they didnt tumble far enough to be hurt but it was enough to scare them. With a sigh I helped the man pull his pants up and secure them.

"If you dont want them to hurt you dont be such a fucking weakling. Fight back." He nodded, staring down at his feet as he ran past me, back into the safety of his cubicle most likely.

A strangled moan mixed with sounds of distress filled the stairwell, turning I saw Sarah on her knees with the first man in her mouth.

Anger surged through me as I saw another woman holding the man to the wall. An animalistic growl came from my throat as I gripped Sarah by her messy bun, slinging her back.

"What the fuck are you doing!? That's molestation!" Whimpering came from the man now curled up on the floor behind me.

Sarah giggled and wiped her mouth. Standing she straightened her skirt and crossed her arms. "He wanted it." A smirk plastered across her face as she strode up the flight of stairs, entering the office with the other women hot on her heels, laughing.

Sighing I turned to face the man and knelt down, he flinched away as I reached for him. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not like them."

A harsh laugh came from the man as he pulled his pants up and wiped the tears from his face. His voice strangled as he spoke, "No, you're worse. So much fucking worse... you just.. watched..."

We both stood and he backed away from me, my eyes wide with realization.

He's right.. I am worse... I could have helped them. And I just stood there...

The man spit at my feet and wrapped his arms around himself, walking back up the stairs and into the office. Leaving me alone in the stairwell with my thoughts.

Im disgusting..