My Boss and I - My Boss and I – Chapter 15-16

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Chapter 15

Upon realizing what had happened the previous night, a sinking feeling filled my gut. Inside, I was a man, yet here I was in bed with another man. This was way too messed up. I could keep a psychiatrist wealthy for the rest of his life with the amount of counseling I’d need to come to grips with this. The guy beside me suddenly woke with a snort. He turned over, and I couldn’t keep the look of distaste from filling my expression. He wasn’t a particularly attractive man, not that I cared about such things. However, comparing to my looks as a man, he was lacking by a bit.

I was a pretty good judge of appearances, and I knew that my looks as a woman were far above what this guy deserved. Simply put, without alcohol and a series of unforeseen circumstances, this guy would have never been lucky enough to sleep with a girl like me.

His eyes opened and they fell on me lying next to him. I didn’t know what to say to this guy. I remember saying a lot last night, but I realized I had no clue who this guy was. I didn’t even know if he wore a condom the night before. There wasn’t a chance I could let myself get pregnant in this body. I didn’t want to become the man who gave birth. I’d go take a morning-after pill just in case.

“Get out.” He said.

I blinked, “What?”

“My wife is coming over soon, and if she sees you here, she’s going to freak, so get out.”

“Your wife? You didn’t mention a wife!”

He gave me a dark look. “As drunk as you were last night like you’d remember even if I did.”

“You bastard!” I sat up, feeling a surge of anger.

I didn’t even like the guy or had no reason to want to stay there. However, the way he just wanted to kick me out pissed me off.

“Hey! Don’t go saying I raped you or something. You were the one who came onto me!” He said, crossing his legs.

“That’s impossible.”

“It is!” he grabbed his phone from his bedside and opened up the gallery, showing a picture.

My expression turned white as it showed me, at least the female me, on the bed with his… thing in my mouth. I made a disgusted face that I didn’t try to hide this time. I stood up getting a better look at the phone.

“Impossible…”

“If you go saying things you shouldn’t, I’ll be putting this on the internet. I’ll email it to your boss! How would you like that?”

“Y-you pig!”

“Whatever, slut. Get your skank ass out of here.” The man pulled the phone away and then stood up, looking surprisingly menacing.

I wanted to strangle him, but I realized as he stood up that he had a head and shoulders over me. Rather, as a woman, I was much smaller than I used to be. Although he wasn’t a fit man, he had big arms and a hairy chest, and the look on his face was so mean that I seriously thought he wouldn’t hesitate to attack me if I gave him a reason. This was his house, his territory. He knew where the weapons, the exits, basically everything was.

All I could do was reach around grabbing my clothing off the ground and hastily throw it on. I felt miserable, and my crotch still ached something awful. What did he do to me last night? Was it… did I have a hymen? If I did, did he take it last night?

He barely gave me time to grab all my items as he started pushing me toward the door. A few moments later, it slammed behind me. I didn’t even know what side of town I was on. I had no clue where I was at all.

I finished dressing in the hallway. I was in a wrinkled, beer-stained dress suit. All of the professional appeal I might have had was obliterated. Looking once more at the guy’s door, I considered waiting for this so-called wife and letting her know what her husband was up to. It sounded like they were separated though, so it might all just make me look even crazier. In the end, I could only walk out of the apartment complex and into the street. That was when I realized I didn’t have my cellphone on me. I couldn’t remember if I brought it to the club with me or left it up in that man’s apartment. There was no way in hell I was returning to ask though.

Like that, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Chapter 16

With no ability to even make a call, I walked a few blocks before wandering into a nearby fast-food restaurant. I asked the woman at the counter if I could use their phone, but the girl gave me one look and said it was against company policy. I argued with her, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe, you shouldn’t be so reckless and you wouldn’t have this problem.” The woman muttered, partially to herself.

“E-excuse me?” I said, feeling quite frustrated and aghast.

“Hey, you can use my phone.” Someone in line behind me declared.

It was a guy. He gave me a friendly smile, and for some reason, my cheeks grew hot as I stepped out of line and took the phone from him. I went to a corner for some privacy, and that’s when I realized that I didn’t know anyone’s number. What modern person remembered their phone numbers? I could order an Uber, but I didn’t feel comfortable opening it on some strange guy’s phone, let alone entering my personal information into that phone. I could call a taxi, but I didn’t want to go searching on his phone for local taxi services either.

In the end, a single number popped into my mind. It was the only number I had memorized. Thinking about calling them, I felt a sour feeling in my stomach, but I made the call anyway. I was partially relieved, partially disappointed. On the one hand, I didn’t have to talk to them. On the other hand, I was still stuck out here. When the phone beeped, I left a quick message saying who I was and where I was, but then I realized that there was no point, since I wasn’t going to wait here for him.

“You know, nevermind, it’s fine.” I ended the conversation with a click, feeling slightly lost.

“Is your friend coming?” A voice came from right behind me, causing me to nearly jump.

I turned around to see the guy, still smiling at me sweetly. After my bad day, I felt a little better that there were at least some good guys in the world. I gave him back his phone.

“Ah… no, they weren’t there.”

“Oh, is there a problem?”

“Nothing big. I just needed a ride back to my place.” I said, deciding to not get into what happened the night before.

“If you need a ride, I can give you one. Hey, do you want anything to eat?”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll get something myself.”

I realized I was a bit hungry, and some food would probably cheer me up a bit. I also could always use coffee in the morning. That wasn’t even a question.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll get it for you.” The guy stood up and insisted on paying.

“Ah… sure… I guess, just a coffee and a hashbrown.”

I didn’t want to order too much. Last night, I had thought to abuse a guy’s hospitality, and it had ended up with me in their bed. I felt nauseous again just thinking about it. There was no way I’d repeat that mistake. However, I also couldn’t refuse and risk insulting this guy, because right now, he was my only ride.”

I ate with him and he talked a bit and asked me about myself. I tried to remain aloof and distant and didn’t say anything personal. I kept things strictly platonic. After about fifteen minutes, we were finished and then entered his car. As I went to grab my seatbelt, I suddenly felt his hand on my leg.

“Uh….” I looked down, my mind once again going blank as the only word I could get out was confusion.

“It’s alright.” He said, licking his lips. “I’ll treat you good.”

“No, thanks…” I reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling it off my leg. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested.”

He gave a smile. It seemed like the same smile as before, but suddenly it didn’t feel nearly as warm. I reached to the doorknob and clicked open the door, but then he leaned over and grabbed it from me, slamming it shut.

“How much?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, how much? $50 for a blowjob? Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.”

“I don’t!”

His smile slipped and he started to look slightly irritated. “Stop screwing around. I know you want this, so stop playing coy.”

He reached out and grabbed me, and the next second I had a tongue in my mouth and I was being groped. I couldn’t even grasp how things had got to this point, but suddenly I was being assaulted.

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