A barrel of angst

♦3. Angry buzzer.♦

“Bzzzzzzzt,” it went, loud and angry. Its volume further amplified by the emptiness of the room. Save for a small cupboard which housed my few possessions and a bed in which I slept peacefully in until now, the room was bare, but had great acoustics too it seemed.

“Bzzzzzzzzzt,” it went again. The culprit was a buzzer. It wasn’t an alarm, its sole purpose was to summon me to the boss. Beside this buzzer was a digital clock, a clock which read 2.36 am. What could he possibly want at this time?

He had only ever used the buzzer once before, so this must be important. Quickly I put on loose fitting trousers under the already lengthy night gown I’d since gotten. When I felt I was well covered, I proceeded to Mr. Sanderson's room.

I knocked softly on the door.

"Enter," came his rich baritone voice albeit a bit slurred.

"Yes Mr. Sanderson?" I asked, standing beside the door.

"Get me a glass of whiskey, and come along with the bottle.”

“A glass of whiskey at this time? I though as I went to get the drink.” I got the drink and a glass from the bar, set them both on the bedside table and proceeded to pour him a glass. As I bent to do so, I noticed his eyes on my chest and bent as I was, it was quite the view from his vantage point. Quickly, I poured his drink and offered it to him. He didn’t take it though, instead he stared hard at me, a look I couldn’t fathom forming on his visage.

“Sir, your drink,” I prompted. I was beginning to get very uncomfortable being on the receiving end of that unfathomable look.

Finally, he took it from my hands, I noticed his fingers lingered a little on mine. One gulp and the glass was emptied. He gestured for me to pour another. This one too went in a similar fashion. I poured a third glass, offering it to him again. He took it from me, he didn’t drink it, he placed it on the table, just beside the bottle.

This was my cue I thought, I turned to leave but before I could make a move, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me forcefully. I soon found myself pressed against his body, my ample bosom squashed between us. He wrapped his legs around me in such a way that spread my legs open and simultaneously pinned me to himself. Which wasn't necessary, as his strong arms, one on my back and the other on my bottom held me in place just fine. I could feel his hard pectorals against my breasts. He was shirtless! I suddenly realised. How could I not have noticed this whole time? I could feel his muscles flexing under me. I could also feel something else poking at me from under. It didn’t take me long to figure out what it was.

“O lord let this be a dream,” I prayed in my mind, struggling to break free.

"I can not get the thought of this out of my mind,” he jiggled my posterior as if to dispel any doubts as to what he was referring to.

“One month since, and for some inexplicable reason all I can think about is you bent over on my bed, like you were the other day”

“Sir, I'm sorry about the other day, but this...this is highly inappropriate"

"Highly inappropriate," he sneered. "It is only inappropriate if I say it is," his breath smelled strongly of liquor.

“And since I do not say it’s inappropriate, then it couldn’t possibly be."

“Why are you feigning ignorance? Surely you must know what this is. But I like this naiveté you are affecting. Continue, it makes it more fun," he said as his hand hiked up my gown, then pulled down the only covering there was.

SMACK SMACK! Was the sound of his palm striking my bare ass.

“Stop sir, I don’t want this,” I said, despair beginning to show in my voice.

“What then do you want?”

“I don’t want anything. I just want to go.”

“Ahh, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen,” he said as he continued his ministrations.

“Stop this sir,” I said trying to break free again, he only held on tighter.

"So soft, it’s been on my mind, and now it’s in my hand,” he said in a whisper, then reached down with his other hand, and using his finger, began to flick my exposed nub, causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.

"Please don't do this Sir," I begged. Tears welling in my eyes.

“I will do as I please,” he said, pushing a finger into me, pressing down on my waist.

“Ohhh so tight and soft, this will feel real good around my length,” he said looking into my eyes.

“This is r**e sir, and I will sue,” I protested. He now had two fingers in me, and was stretching and prepping me for what was to come. I had to force down my moans. My mind was appalled by what was happening, but my body had a totally different reaction. My n*****s were erect and my entrance accepting.

“You can sue, I will take my chances” he said in a breathy whisper as he let down his zipper and prepared to penetrate me.

"Wait! You’re not wearing protection, I could be carrying a lot of diseases" I said in a desperate attempt to stop him.

“You have a valid point,” he said without pausing his actions. “That's very likely, especially seeing as you're black. Fortunately for me, I am one of the very few persons on earth immune to HIV, every other thing you may be carrying can be cured. So there’s nothing to worry about.” With that he slammed into me. In and out he did. It hurt so much, and the tears began to roll down my cheeks, falling onto his face, and not once did he look away from my eyes.