Cornered

Just before I took her, roughly and unprotected

I followed my Secretary upstairs to the second floor landing of our office building, where I moved in close behind her.

The fingers of my left hand traced the outline of her garter strap which ran down her left thigh under her black pencil skirt to the top of the welt of her black fully fashioned nylon.

Then my left hand moved up to her throat as my right hand covered her mouth.

She understood that she would not be in charge of what happened next …