Rosa was late for work again. Her mother had been sick for the past week, so she had to pick up the slack, which meant tending to her mother – despite madre’s protestations – and take care of getting her sister ready for school every morning. Unfortunately that meant she could not leave for work until little hermana was on the bus, which meant being chronically late for her duties at the skuzzy auto-shop across town, at least until their mother was well enough to take over again.
“Miss Sanchez,” her boss barked as she entered reception, “You’re late. Again.” He was sitting in the staff rec room, which had doors to both reception and the workshop. He kept the door propped open since the second day she started arriving late, which she assumed was to better hear her arrive, just so he could chastise her the second she got in.
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she replied meekly, “My mother is still sick, sir.”
“At least you have your manners,” he grunted.
She suspected he liked an attractive, young, latina woman acting so pliant towards him.
“But you’re behind on your work,” he continued.
She most certainly was not, she thought to herself. There was barely any work to be done, given the skeevy shop was all cash, no questions asked. Only the minimum amount of paperwork required to be legal, keep the tax man off their back. Her main purpose seemed to be eye candy for the staff and customers. This wasn’t the kind of auto shop where you went to reception; you went straight into the garage and talked directly to the mechanics.
“Get yer ass in here before you start work,” he barked.
She obeyed, walking briskly on her stiletto heels across the tiny room and into the slightly-larger staff room, stopping in front of the couch where he sat.
“Yes, sir?”
He looked her up and down slowly, taking in her fit body clad in tight-fitting business attire. It made her skin crawl, and she looked away, down, eyes on the floor between them.
Eventually, he stood up and walked towards her, slowly. She remained where she stood, eyes down, waiting for him to finish berating her and leave. She had quickly become used to the leering, the oggling; she had prepared herself for some groping to start any day. But she was not expecting what was about to happen.
He reached around, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and threw her onto the sofa. Before she could react, he was on top of her, a knee in the middle of her back, two huge hands holding her arms behind her back. She kicked, but her legs could only flail uselessly. She screamed, but the sofa absorbed almost all the sound. She tried thrashing, but she was pinned down by this beast of a man.
In her panic, she didn’t even feel her wrists being bound with a long length of rope until the man stood up and she found she couldn’t move her arms. He picked her up by the waist and flipped her around into a sitting position. She tried to get away, but he held her firmly in her seat with one hand on her shoulder. Realising her predicament, she looked up at him, a mix of fear and fury in her eyes.
“You need a bit of,” he began, pausing for effect, “Corrective action, Miss Sanchez.”
He moved his hand to his crotch, which she saw in the corner of her eye, and she cursed him out in her native tongue under her breath.
“What was that?” he asked, grabbing her face and pinching her mouth between his calloused fingers.
“Nothing, sir,” she mumbled through squeezed lips.
He released his grip and resumed unzipping his pants. He didn’t pull them down, instead pulling his cock and balls out through his fly. Her chest started heaving as panic set in. She was about to be raped – she hoped only orally – by her her boss, who knew that she would not go to the authorities, because he knew whose side they were on. The thought made her so furious that it took every ounce of self-control to not bite his dick off when he brought it to her face and rubbed his sticky precum under her nose.
Anger was replaced with nausea at the smell. Did this man ever bathe?? she thought as she tried to hold her breath. There was no escaping the stench for her, but she tried to prolong the inevitable for as long as she could, nonetheless, out of a sense of dignity.
“Open up”, she heard him say.
She shook her head, eyes squinted shut. “Mm-mm!” she replied defiantly.
That earned her a slap across the face. Not hard, but sharp enough to make her yelp and blink in surprise. His cock was in as soon as her mouth had opened. She wretched at the sensation of his musk filling her airways, then she thrashed side to side as it went down her throat, blocking all air entirely.
He pulled back, all the way out, and let her gasp for air. She sputtered and coughed, eyes watering, streaking her face with mascara.
“You… bastard,” she spat out between sobs.
Another smack to the face, harder this time, making her cheek burn with pain as well as humiliation.
“We’ll have no insubordination here, Miss Sanchez,” he scolded, in an entirely professional tone.
“Insubor–MMPH!!” Rosa tried to snap back, but he was already shoving his cock in her mouth again.
Using her hair as a handle, he bobbed her head forward and back on his cock, using her like a sex toy for his own gratification. Rosa thrashed her torso and arms from side to side, but knew she had to endure this, for her family’s sake. It went on like this for what felt like forever, until he grew tired of standing and made her get on her knees – on the bare, cold concrete – while he sat on the sofa. She never thought she’d long for that grubby couch, but the cement was murder on her knees, especially with her stilettos still on. She tried to distract herself for a few moments trying to stealthily shake them off. It worked better than she thought, because she hadn’t heard something he said to her.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Miss Sanchez,” he snapped.
“Wha…?” she said, her head held up above his lap by her hair.
“I said, have you learned some manners now?”
She clenched her jar, stared him with cold fury, but said in a meek voice, “Yes sir.”
He stared at her, his face expressionless. For a few horrible moments, she thought she had only made him angrier, that he was going to hit her again, or rip all her clothes off and rape her like a cheap whore. He still might. But finally he said, “I think you have, yes,” and pushed her down on his cock again.
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Rosa let herself into the family’s rental house at the usual time of 5:30, on the dot, but very quietly, and did not say a word to anyone. She went straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and brushed her teeth while the water got hot. She brushed and brushed, used mouthwash twice, and then brushed again. She finally decided she had accomplished as much as she could when the mirror was fully fogged up. It was a relief that she could not look herself in the eye even accidentally, at least for a little while.
She stepped into the scalding hot shower. The water burned and turned her skin red, but she stood in it as if she felt nothing. She soaped her body up as the water washed it away, and repeated this until she started to feel heavy and her fingers and toes puckered from the moisture.
She turned the water off and stood in the shower for a while, dripping. Maybe someday she’d wash it all off. Someday she could take her mother and sister far away from this rotten place. Someday right after washing herself off in that bastard’s blood. Someday…
