I Need Your Help
1465 Words
SOFIA'S POV.
Sofia, what is wrong with you!
I was moaning more than I wanted myself to.
Spilling more juices than I wanted to.
And choking on his rod more than I thought I could.
Ugh, and why can't I stop thinking about it?
The street to Lina's house was always cold but I seemed to notice the warm street lights this time.
Why?
“Move over, b***h!”
“Ugh!” I staggered, almost bumping into a pole as I turned back to see the i***t that pushed me.
You're really f*****g lucky you met me at a time like this.
I got to the house.
Faint voices rose from inside.
“But she's your friend, Lina”
“Who f*****g cares, mom? She's..a disgrace.. everyone laughs at me, saying I'm doing charity work”
“So, how do you expect us to just push her away…after everything she's done for this family?”
“Act like you're pressuring her even harder so that she leaves..”
I steadied my hands.
I opened the door.
They all turned swiftly, staring at me, like they had seen a ghost.
“Sofia..” Lina started “..why are you coming back by this time?”
Keep it together, Sofia..that's people for you..don't break…you've got a bigger mission ahead of you.
“A lot of work. Sorry” my cold dry lips let out of the words before my eyes would let out tears.
“You could have have cal-”
“I'm sorry. Goodnight” I cut in.
I already felt the sting in my eyes.
I walked into my room.
I took off my clothes and let them on the floor.
I almost panicked when I didn't find my panties but then remembered.
Greg.
I fell on the bed like a log of wood.
And soon, sleep.
I opened my eyes.
Fuck! 8:00am already?
I started to get ready.
"I want you to leave today, Sofia"
The comb stopped midway in my hair as I watched Lina's reflection in the mirror as she stood at the doorway.
A forced faint smile spread across my lips.
My mind immediately drifted back to when Lina would borrow my car just because she wanted to impress everyone at the parties.
When she'd clear my card simply because she knew my bank pin.
And I'd not make it a thing because, duh, she was my friend and ten thousand dollars meant nothing, at least back then.
“Okay” I said without even turning back.
“Now..I mean now, like can you pack your things and leave”
My heart ached.
I smoothed her back down in my attempt to appear unaffected.
I turned around.
“Lina..” I looked right in the eyes, my emotions betraying me with tears.
“..can you give me till tonight…and I'll leave your house?”
She looked away and replied “fine, but make it quick”
And she walked away.
It felt like a slap. A very tight slap in the face.
Like the slap I gave Greg yesterday.
My phone buzzed.
My employer.
I sighed, thanking the phone for ringing and not letting my mind crawl into the memory of yesterday's actions.
“Where are you? It's nine o'clock am. Mr Greg is here and you're not..?”
What's he going to do? Fire me?
C'mon Sofia, keep it together. Don't be too ahead of yourself. He's going to lose the vibe. You mustn't let him suspect anything, not at all.
“I'm so sorry. I'll be there in a second” I said.
The phone beeped before I could finish my sentence.
I exhaled.
Duty calls.
I arrived at work exactly at ten o'clock.
Greg Justin.
He stood there leaned against his doorpost.
Act normal. What did normal mean?
“Good morning, Mr Justin”
“Call me Greg”
Typical.
“Oh..Greg”
“I think people usually get to work around…let's say eight o'clock and you're coming here by …ten?”
His smirk stayed glued on his face.
Yesterday's memories played fresh in my head.
I prayed for another distraction.
“I'm.. sorry” I said, looking away.
Was I just trying to act like I was innocent to entice his chase?
Or was I actually unable to hold gaze with him?
Whatever one it was.
I needed to get him to get me an apartment.
We can start from there.
Or maybe move in with him.
I don't see a ring on his finger, so yeah.
“It's okay…what's your name, again” he said, turned around and started to walking into his office.
“So-” then I caught myself. “Maya Luthers”
As I walked behind him into his office, the side of my eyes caught a couple of girls, other workers staring. No. Glaring at me.
I ignored.
“Close the door behind you”
“I need your help.. please”
His eyes lifted to my face.
“With?”
Yeah. I was asking my enemy for help. But it was only a matter of time.
“I'm..I..um”
“You're?...”
“I need help w-with…”
“If my d**k is in you, will you blurt it out already?”
Well, that was intense.
“I just got kicked out from where I live so basically I have nowhere to go…tonight”
“Was it that hard to say?” he emphasized on the word “hard”.
The usual smirk was there, for sure.
“I was a bit ashamed that you'd judge…”
“Come here” he ordered.
I walked as if my skirt was too tight.
“Yes, sir?”
I stood right in front of his desk, my thighs pressing to the edges.
“I didn't ask you to stand there…come, sit on my laps and tell me what you want”
I'd have my own apartment all to myself again.
“Yes, sir” I said standing so close to him, my knee was touching his.
“Sit” he said, like he was talking to his puppy.
“Yes,sir” I said and obeyed.
“It's Greg..”
He pulled me by the waist closer to him, placing me exactly on something hard.
I flinched a bit with my head bowed, maintaining the innocence that drove him insane.
“What do you say you want, again?” he asked, his cold hard hands climbing onto my knees, then my thighs, then under my skirt.
I shivered, faking the innocence but the wetness, it wasn't fake but it wasn't voluntary either.
“Somewhere to stay” I said, raising my head, looking in his eyes, forcing the tears to come open.
He had no business suspecting that I was trying to take advantage of him in any way.
I was just his poor coworker who had no money, no boyfriend and was.. submissive.
He had to think that until I gathered enough of what was taken from me to bite him back. So hard that there'd be nothing left of the Justins.
“Take it off” he said.
“What?”
“Your skirt's getting in the way, darling”
I acted slowly, like the skirt wasn't mine and I needed a manual to remove it.
He smiled coyishly.
“You always want me to do all the work, don't you?” he said, pinching my lips, smudging off some of my red lipstick on his fingers.
He stood up, lifting me with himself.
He dropped me on his desk, shoving the papers off the table and to the ground without blinking.
“Now..tell me what you want again” he said, pulling my skirts off and throwing it on the floor.
I bit my lip, my eyelids dropped.
And then I realized, I was already hooked from yesterday.
Shame.
He flicked his fingers at my poor c******s.
Then, the door opened behind me.
I gasped, straightening down my shirt to cover my butt properly.
I knew better than to look back.
His eyes glared hard at the door.
“I'm so sorry” a masculine voice said and the door clicked again.
His eyes narrowed back to me, slowly.
My heart drummed.
My hands were still glued to my shirt.
He scanned me and then laughed.
“I'll drive you to your new apartment tonight.” he said. "Give your address to the manager and I'll come pick you up by nine..wait outside"
I smiled, my eyes widening as if I didn't know he was going to agree.
I pulled his head to my face, my tongue digging deep into his mouth.
His tongue picked up my pace.
And when I let go, his eyes were softened.
Good job, Sofia.
- Writer
