Good Pet
Vanacore takes a deep breath in and sets my stomach to bubbling and churning mess. “I’d love to fuck you and make Mary Poppins watch,” she murmurs, looking as black in her eyes as a summer storm. “I’d love to make her watch you fill all of my holes, make you scream and cry out in pleasure, and call my name instead of hers!” With that, Vanacore does something I was never expecting her to do. She pushes me across the front of her desk and actually tries to force my pants and underwear off me. “But, I’ll settle for getting to fuck you right here, right now, without an audience!”
As my back and butt hit the front of the desk, my heart leaps nervously into my throat. My hands and face began to sweat buckets. For the first time since I started this job, for the first time since I started this ill-fated mission to take Vanacore down, I’m well and truly afraid. Terrified at the realization that I’ve tried to dance with a beast I can’t control.
I push back against her, barely succeeding in getting away from Vanacore and the way she has me pinned. Vanacore actually snarls, as I dash away from her and toward my cubicle. As I move toward my desk, my chair, I quickly formulate a plan. Some way to knock the phone off its receiver, hit the button for Melissa’s line, and then try to keep away from Vanacore as long as I can. Long enough to get whatever last bits of hard evidence I need against her, and get out. Without getting attacked.
I make it over to my desk, staring at Vanacore. She’s got a wild look in her eye. She doesn’t look like a good southern woman anymore. She looks like a suit-wearing zombie, ready to devour me.
When I said my mission was going to end today, I didn’t think it was going to end this way! The feeling of dread I felt haunting me down in the parking lot climbs to a peak. I think of Melissa as I knock the phone off its receiver, and punch the “speed dial” button I have for her, praying she’s there at her desk. Praying she knows what to do and that she’ll see me through it ‘til the end.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Tommy
After dialing out of the office, praying I reach Melissa at her desk, and that she hears some of what’s going on, I don’t stop trying to dodge Vanacore. But it doesn’t matter where I go, how many obstacles I put in my way, she keeps coming for me. Nothing I do slows her down.
In fact, it seems to only make her that much more tenacious. That much more committed to get to me. This is true now, as she has me cornered against the big windows to her office. She pushes my face against the glass and has begun to undo my belt and pull down my pants. Unlike when she tried to do it against her desk, she actually succeeds in getting it down over my hips, exposing some of my cock to her.
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to hit a woman, but I don’t have much choice. I push back against her, using only half my strength, and knock her off of me. I pull up my pants as she stagers to her desk. When I hear her open a drawer, I turn.
She has a gun pointed at my head.
Her eyes are crazed. “I’m going to ruin you, Tommy. Starting with your cock, and ending with your career here, and anywhere in Manhattan.” She laughs menacingly here, starting to stalk back towards me. “I’m going to fuck you so bad, and so hard, you’re not going to be any use to your girlfriend. You’re not going to be any good for any other woman after this!”
I put my hands up in front of me. “Please,” I whimper, “Please, Ms. Vanacore! Don’t do this!”
For the first time since I started this whole mess with Vanacore and trying to reveal her as the monster, she is, and my pitiful tone is not an act. Not this time. I really am feeling afraid. Terrified by what lies ahead of me.
“I told you I was a demanding individual when I hired you, Tommy,” she growls, keeping the gun centered on my forehead. “I told you I had very specific needs. Very specific requirements of those who work for me, and you told me you accepted them all. So, you will accept this now. It’s what you deserve after playing with me the way you have! Undo your pants and pull out your cock!”
Here, I do as she orders, pushing down my pants until my cock is free, and she can see it. She eyes me with a hungry smile on her face, and she bites her lip gently.