You grit your teeth, anger boiling beneath your skin. The humiliation of being ordered around like a low-level intern by women who should be beneath you was almost too much to bear. Especially Scarlett, who stood towering over you like some goddess in stilettos, casting her shadow across your career, your dignity, and your pride.
"Scarlett, this is ridiculous. I’m a manager, not your errand boy," you say, your voice wavering between defiance and desperation. You feel the room closing in as Jess and Amber giggle behind you, knowing they have front-row seats to your downfall.
Scarlett raises an eyebrow, the corner of her lips curling into a smirk. Her long legs shift, drawing attention to the smooth, graceful way she moves—like a predator circling its prey.
"You’re a manager, Tom. But remember, you’re not *my* manager," she says calmly, yet there’s a hardness to her voice that sends a chill down your spine. "I don’t care how Courtney promotes you, in this office, you answer to me. And right now, you’re disappointing me."
You open your mouth to protest further, but Jess’s mocking voice cuts through your thoughts. "Oh, Tom, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just coffee. Don’t act like this is beneath you," she says with a cruel smile, her arms crossed as she leans back in her chair.
Amber follows suit, chiming in, "You’d better hurry, Tom. We wouldn’t want Scarlett getting angry now, would we?"
You shoot them a glare, but your stomach knots in fear. You’ve seen what happens when Scarlett gets angry. She doesn’t yell or scream—she punishes. Quietly. Slowly. And with precision.
"I’m not fetching anyone’s coffee," you finally say, voice trembling slightly, but your feet stay planted as if rooted to the ground. "You can’t treat me like this."
Scarlett sighs, her patience running thin. "Tom," she says, stepping closer, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She now stands so close that you can smell the faint scent of her perfume—a heady mixture of power and dominance. "You’re making this harder than it needs to be. I’m trying to give you a chance here. You don’t want to get on my bad side."
The girls circle you now, like a pack of wolves closing in on their target. You feel trapped, hemmed in by their presence. Jess rises from her chair, walking over with that same sly grin, her hips swaying with each step. She leans in, close enough that her lips nearly brush your ear. "Tom," she whispers, "you can’t win here. So why bother fighting? Just do what we say and maybe—*maybe*—we’ll make this easier for you."
Her breath against your skin sends a shiver down your spine. For a split second, you imagine yourself giving in—bowing your head and accepting their control. It would be so easy to let go, to submit, to allow yourself to become the office toy. The idea both terrifies and excites you, tugging at the darkest corners of your mind.
But you’re not ready to give up yet. Not like this.
"I won’t," you say firmly, louder this time. You step back, trying to put space between yourself and these women who are enjoying your suffering far too much. "I’m not fetching anyone’s coffee. And I’m not going to apologize for expecting respect as a manager."
Scarlett tilts her head, studying you with those dark, piercing eyes, as if weighing her next move. For a moment, there’s silence—thick, suffocating silence. Then, in one swift motion, she steps closer and grabs your tie, yanking you toward her with surprising strength.
"You think you deserve respect?" she asks, her voice low and deadly. "You haven’t earned it, Tom. Not here. Not from *us*."
She pulls your face closer to hers, her breath warm against your cheek. Your pulse races, a mixture of fear, humiliation, and that all-too-familiar spark of desire twisting inside you. "You’re weak," she whispers. "And weak men… they don’t get respect. They get *used*."
Before you can respond, Jess steps up beside her, a cruel smile on her face. "Scarlett’s right. Maybe you should start acting like the little bitch you are."
You try to jerk away, but Scarlett tightens her grip on your tie, holding you in place. "On your knees," she commands, her voice leaving no room for argument.
"No," you manage to choke out, though you can feel your resolve crumbling under their dominance. The way they look at you, as if you’re nothing more than a toy, a tool for their amusement, makes your stomach churn.
Jess, clearly enjoying your struggle, steps forward and slaps you hard across the face. The sound echoes in the room, and your cheek stings, but the physical pain is nothing compared to the humiliation. You stagger slightly, the room spinning for a brief moment.
"Jess," you sputter, "you can’t—"
But before you can finish, Amber grabs your shoulder, pushing you down. She’s not as forceful as Scarlett, but the combined pressure from all three of them is overwhelming.
"Tom," Amber says sweetly, her voice a sickening contrast to the situation, "just make it easy on yourself. You’re not really going to try and fight us all, are you?"
Your legs buckle under the pressure, and you fall to your knees. The room feels like it’s closing in on you as the laughter from Jess and Amber rings in your ears. Scarlett finally lets go of your tie, and you slump forward, staring at the polished floor beneath you, your face burning with shame.
"See?" Jess taunts, stepping in front of you, her heels clicking in front of your face. "It’s not so hard. You’re exactly where you belong. On your knees. Beneath us."
Your mind races, trying to think of a way out of this, but you know you’re trapped. Outnumbered. Outmatched. Scarlett leans down slightly, lifting your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look up at her towering figure.
"This is just the beginning, Tom," she says softly, her voice dripping with power. "If you want to survive here, you’ll learn to obey. Or… well, let’s just say Courtney won’t even need a reason to get rid of you."
She straightens, glancing at Jess and Amber. "Now, about that coffee…"
The three women burst into laughter as they walk away, leaving you kneeling on the floor, broken and humiliated.
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