Richard's Underestimated Dominance

The Smash

“Did you forget that you can't bend easily here? What were you thinking? That witch is going to make sure Mr. Guthrie deducts your pay, trust me!” Blake shook him sadly.

The manager walked into the line where the foreign wines were arranged and first glared at Richard who squatted down to pick up the broken bottles carefully so as not to cut himself.

“Why are you so clumsy? You're a man for crying out loud! You'll end up as a servant if you continue this way.” The manager snapped at him.

“It was a mistake, I wouldn't have done this intentionally,” Richard said to her, not knowing if begging would help him or worsen the situation since the woman never liked him.

“Oh, I understand you, my dear. But I hope you know that every mistake attracts a fine. I'm just reminding you, but you could get a complete payment if you want.” She shrugged, winking at him.

“How is that possible?” Richard asked innocently.

“Just come to my office later, and we can find a way. I will be waiting, and you should be more careful. Everything here needs to be handled with care. Now back to work, boys!” She cheered them ironically and went back to her office.

“Why would she want to see you in her office by the way?” Blake asked in wonderment.

“Whatever may be her reason, I just don't want my money to be deducted. I need the money.” Richard felt very weak, so he sighed and was going to slump against the cluster again.

“Hey, watch it!” Blake pulled him away, wondering what had come over his friend.

They looked at each other and laughed about the absurdity of the situation.

***

Richard entered the Manager's office right after Blake came out, he had first gone to collect his pay.

“Oh, I had thought you didn't need the money anymore.” The manager threw a white envelope at Richard.

She crossed him and went to close the door. Richard watched her as he grabbed the envelope, knowing that it contained his meagre pay.

“You could receive your complete payment, and even get an increase in salary if you trust me and do whatever I ask you to do, Richard.” The manager walked around him, and his eyes followed her in confusion.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Richard asked, his mouth quivering in a forced smile.

“Such a good boy.” She pulled off her jacket and pushed aside some of the things on her desk. “You are such a sweet boy, look at those hot lips. I want them on me,” she wetted her fingers seductively.

“I don't understand what you mean.” Richard started walking backwards.

“I mean, touch me with those fingers that are sure to ignite the fire in me. Suck my hard n*****s with your amazing mouth and perform wonders with your tongue in me.” She went further to push up her skirt and insert her fingers into her p***y right before him, invitingly.

His hands shook so that the envelope fell on the floor. He backed away, knowing then what the woman meant to do with him. He knows that she's married, so what the devil got into her? Why would she want a boy who's the same age as her first child to sexually touch her?

“I'm sorry, but I can't!” He pushed at the door.

“Oh? Then leave and never come back here ever again! You had better not say anything about this to anyone or you would be dead!” She shouted at him, then snatched the envelope that contained his pay and pushed him out.

“What about my money?” He cried out, her humiliation radiated in her eyes when she rolled her eyes at him.

“Get lost, Richard!” With that final yell, she shut the door on his face.

“Fine!” He stormed out of the store. Grateful for not seeing his friend around, he ran all the way home.

He didn't look back or greet his neighbours as he ran into the apartment that he shared with his father. He couldn't say a word about it to his father, knowing that he would be worried. He's a man just like his father, he should learn how to face his problems alone and not bother the man.

The next morning, he left early to find work before he went to school. He couldn't concentrate in class, not just because he couldn't stop thinking about where to get a job so he could make money to pay his bills, but also how to steal the test question paper before the break period so he wouldn't be beaten up again.

He stayed in class for the first two lectures, then he sneaked into the teacher's office and went straight to the math teacher's table when he found the place empty. The heavens seemed to work in his favour since there was no one at the office; they must all be in classes.

He rummaged through the teacher's things until he found the maths test question paper. He hurriedly turned to leave the office and got a glimpse of the English professor coming back to the office. He ducked under the nearest table, without knowing that it was the man's seat.

Richard started shaking when he thought the man had seen him, especially when he came around to arrange some result booklets on his table. But he picked up a few exercise books and left the office again.

Richard released a deep breath, then stood up and left the office. He went to the school storage unit and waited for them just as they had instructed him to.

The students call the storage unit a junk house because they dump broken seats, torn books, and other useless stuff in the room. It is in the basement of the school building, and it isn't visited often. More reason why the bullies use it as their secret meeting place. They know how to escape if they notice someone coming through the door.

They came after an hour had passed, he stood up from where he sat and handed the paper to Francis who seemed to have more authority in the g**g than the rest. There are many of them, but the seniors deal with him the most. His fellow Juniors act up when the seniors want them to, so he wishes he could get on the seniors ' good side.

“This is cool,” Francis said as he lit a cigarette and put it between his lips.

“Quick and reliable,” Elvis laughed.

“Guys, he deserves appreciation. What should we do to thank him for diligently keeping to his words for the first time?” Billy, Carter's cousin stepped in, his big body blocking the storage doorway.

“Yes, we should gift him something. What do you think would last him a lifetime?” Elvis laughed again.

Richard shook his head when Billy locked the door and started pushing down his pants. He knows that he's a d**k, but he had never thought to this extent.

“Get down on your knees, boy!” Francis tried to pull him down.

“Please, we don't have to do this, guys! Hey, come on!” Richard twisted away from his grasp, aware of the others circling him with their weapons.

“Hey? Guys, he said Hey!” Carter punched his face, then groaned in pain. “Get down on your f*****g knees and don't complain!”

“Oh, I'm so horny. You know the excitement of being blown up? Man, it's not like I love being sucked by a fellow guy, so jump on it and don't make me lose it.” Billy stood an inch from Richard's face, his c**k poking his nose tip as he knelt.

“We should make videos of this, oh my goodness! This is going to trend if posted on the school group,” Elvis pulled out his phone and turned on the camera.

Richard knew that he wouldn't make it if he wanted to run or fight them, but he pushed himself up and threw his full weight on Billy. They both landed on the floor together and the other guys jumped on him.

They pushed him aside and hit him with each of their weapons, not minding his wailings. His face was covered in his blood as he tried to cover it up with both hands so they hit only his body.

“This is even more fun!” Elvis took videos, laughing and making a jest of the situation.

When everyone backed out, Elvis handed his phone to Carter and picked up his hammer. Before the others could stop him, he hit Richard right on his head and he blacked out.

“What have you done?” Francis asked in fear. “We already dealt with him enough to serve him for the rest of the year and you just… Jesus, Elvis!” He moved close to Richard's body and checked his pulse.

“He looks like… he's dead. Is he still breathing?” Billy crouched down beside Richard's pale body as well.