My boss has to be the slimiest asshole in the office. Unfortunately, he's also one of the top earners in the entire brokerage, so there is little chance he'd be fired for groping a few secretaries. My name is Anya. I'm twenty-four, and secretarial trainee for Mr. Salvatore Andretti, A.K.A. 'Slimy Sal'.
I've worked for the firm for two years now, enjoying the experience except for my boss. If Ol' Sal slid his knobby fingers between my thighs one more time, I was going to show him a new use for his prized, pearl handled letter opener. Nothing lethal, just enough to ruin the rest of his day. Okay, his week, tops.
It was a cloudy July Friday with a threat of rain later in the day. Just fucking lovely. I didn't have my raincoat with me, and I was sure my umbrella still hung by my front door, so I wouldn't forget it when I left that morning. At noon, my friend Kira, another trainee, and I sat talking about our weekend plans. We were trying to enjoy our lunch when Mr. Andretti put his sweaty hand on my back, informing me he wanted to go over some old accounts right after lunch. I was sure there was something he wanted to 'go over', but it had nothing to do with any accounts.
I had my things ready to go by three-thirty for a quick sprint to the elevator at the top of the hour. Walking out of the lobby, I was jolted by the crisp crack of thunder and a sudden downpour. I could've waited it out, but I wasn't hanging around. I'd enough of Slimy Sal by then, and I didn't want to spend twenty minutes refusing a ride from him. It was summer, and work was only four blocks from my apartment. I weighed my options, fighting off Sal in his car, or facing hail and lightning. I decided my chances were better with the weather, so out I went.
By the time I reached home, the rain had slowed to a pleasant shower. Upon opening the door, I was greeted by my good friend, umbrella. In need of a shower, I began striping, dropping wet garments along the hallway to the bathroom. I prefer a hot, steamy shower, and tonight was no exception. My mind was made up. A nice long shower, a big glass of wine, and some Cheese Puffs. Then, I'd fall asleep half way through some bullshit movie I thought I wanted to see. Ahh, the life of a working girl.
I propped my arms high against the wall. My face in the spray, I let the hot water flow over me, washing away the day's tensions. My favorite setting on the shower head made my nipples tingle, coming to attention rather quickly. I loved the hard, stinging spray on my skin. It somehow made me feel cleaner afterwards.
I stood, holding my tits up to the steamy spray, delighting in the sensations it brought about. It had been awhile since I'd any sex, and my nipples reminded me of just how horny I was. I adjusted the shower head to a narrow stream and placed one foot up on the shower seat. One hand continued teasing my nipples while the other worked its way to my pussy. Pulling back the hood, I let the stream pummel my swollen clit. My orgasm came fast, taking me by surprise. My legs nearly failing as my body shook and shuddered.
It was a nice finish, but it wasn't enough. My fingers still massaging my dissatisfied puss, I grew increasingly pissed off. It'd been a shitty week, and I'd be goddamned if the only sex I had that night was with the Water Department. I hadn't had a good fucking in close to three weeks, so I decided I was dressing up and going on a dick hunt. Big trophy dick.
I finished my shower and put on my sluttiest face. My hair was a pixie cut, so I slicked it back some. I dug out my shortest black satin dress, and an old, but nice pair of fuck-me pumps my sister had given me. A spritz of my favorite perfume in key places and I was outta there. I grabbed my handbag and raincoat on the way out. The only things left behind this time were a bra and panties. With any luck at all, they wouldn't have been worn very long, anyway. I was determined to get hammered and banged.
My go-to bar was only a couple of blocks away at one end of the warehouse district. It sat at the corner of Chester and Douglas Avenues. A fairly popular place that could hold about fifty or sixty people. Most of the patrons were around my age, give or take. Ernie, the owner and bartender, was the only person I actually knew there. The regulars were familiar to me by sight, only knowing a few first names. It was around half-past eight when I got there. I stopped to say hi to Ernie and give him my coat. Coat check was something he only did for friends.
Finding my favorite stool, Ernie was right there waiting.
"What'll you have, Doll, the usual?"
"You got it Ernie, a double Goose. Thanks my friend."
Ernie waved me off as I laid a ten on the bar.
"First one's on me, Anya, just for coming in dressed like that. You look beautiful."
Aww, will you marry me Ernie?"
"I'd love to, Doll, but I'm afraid I'm just not good enough for you."
"You're a sweet man, Ernie."
He gave me a wink, turning to take other orders. Ernie reminded me a lot of the actor, Robert Forster, having much the same demeanor as his character in 'Jackie Brown'.
By nine-thirty the place was packed, everyone letting loose on a Friday night. There were plenty of hot guys to try my luck with. I tried flirting with a few who stood close by ordering drinks. They were nice enough to respond, but then walked off with their drinks. I sat with my legs crossed, and skirt pulled up showing a bit of cheek, but no nibbles. I considered uncrossing them, but I do have some self respect.
A wave at Ernie got me another double Goose, then I decided to 'work' the room. The hammered part of my plan was working out well, too well. Another couple of drinks, and I'd be sleeping in the street. I strolled leisurely around the room, making plenty of eye contact. Even trying the accidental bump and getting little attention. It just wasn't my night. Maybe the week's wear still showed on my face. If that was the case, I don't blame anyone for avoiding me.
I checked my phone. It was twelve fucking thirty, and not a piece of ass to be had. By me anyway. What the hell was I doing wrong? I wasn't going to drink any more, but when I got back to my stool, Ernie had already poured me another, set next to a 'Reserved' sign. Finally I said fuck it, no dick, I might as well get soused, and chugged my sixth and final double vodka. Maybe I'd go home and fuck my shower again. Yeaaaaa! I asked Ernie for my coat and headed out.
"Anya, you okay, I can drop you off if you wanna wait."
"I'm fine Ernie, just the perfect fucking end to a perfectly shitty week. I'll see ya."
It wasn't raining, but I put my raincoat on, anyway. I was just drunk enough to lose it somewhere if I carried it. In my condition, I decided to save a little time and took the alley that ran behind the bar and shops along Chester Ave. The alley was one I'd hesitate to travel in broad daylight, much less drunk in the middle of the night. It was dirty, greasy, smelly, and piled with crap that appeared to be months old. Not to mention not knowing what kind of characters hung out in its shadows. Tonight, I didn't give a shit. I was too buzzed to care. The sound of splashing water surrounded me as I entered the alley. All the buildings had flat roofs, taking the rain forever to drain off.
I just came upon a number of crates piled by the backdoor of the bar when I was startled by a woman's voice.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be in an alley like this, especially at this hour."
I turned to see a Black woman about my height, standing among the crates. She was older, about fifty, and her face was absolutely beautiful. I've never been so inclined, but I would not have minded sticking my tongue in the mouth of that face. It seemed a lot of alcohol, and extreme horniness was changing my views. The rest of her was a mystery. She too wore a rain coat, giving away no secrets.
"I'll be fine, just got a little way to go."
I turned, continuing on my way.
"You're Anya, aren't you? You don't want to walk up that alley Anya, trust me."
I was already frustrated, and this woman's insistence was pissing me off. Beautiful or not.
"Hey, who da fuck are you? How da fuck you know my name?" I yelled.
Holy shit, six vodkas, and suddenly I was Tony Soprano.
She was slowly making her way to me, asking me questions. That last drink was beginning to hit me as I staggered a little.
"My name is Theia. Why don't you come talk to me until you regain your composure, so to speak."
