"That the report Squid Girl?" you say with a sleazy leer, you hunch over, draping a lazy arm over the girl's narrow shoulders and around her slim neck.
The intern, Kony? Krow? Kronii?, was busy away typing in her work cubicle, her long and slender fingers pressing on the keyboard.
She tries to ignore you at first, eyes narrowed, nose scrunched up as her glasses slide down the bridge. She's terrible in masking her hatred of you, you revel in it.
"Yo Kronster, earth to Kronster?" You raise your hand, your bony finger caressing her cheek, she shudders in disgust instinctively, forcing her face away and finally acknowledging your existence.
"I'm working anon!" she whispers angrily, trying to make her displeasure.
"Hey clam down, HR said we need to be buddy-buddy," you smile emotionlessly, the tip of your nose buried deep in her hair and sniffing, you catch a whiff of pleasant lavender and jasmine.
"Anon....please," she whined pleadingly, desperate for you to leave you alone. You weren't going to.
When she first started working for the company you tried to break the ice a little, ask her basic stuff like what she liked and shit. When you found out she liked that overhyped Korean show from Netflix you thought you'd be cute and give her the funny nickname, you know a friendly form of address.
Your disposition did a 180 when she reported it to HR as 'discriminatory and racist behavior'. That was what incensed you, she didn't even ask you in private to cut it out with the name, instantly snitching like a bitch. Thankfully you were much too valuable to be fired, only forced to do an apology.
If she thought you were an asshole then...
You flex, your bicep and forearm now tightening around her neck. Her eyes widening as she realizes your hostile intent.
Your other arm grabs the underside of her swivel chair, moving it forward into the cubicle away from the prying eyes of your coworkers, then it makes its way up, your hand inserted itself in between Kronii's blouse, down the middle of her bra strap.
"Ahhn!" Kronii was close to yelling out before your forearm cuts the air in her trachea, you begin your lecherous invasion, your hands plunging into the recesses of her cleavage, taking in the marvelous sweaty and sticky flesh of her mammaries, molesting them violently and squeezing them tightly.
She struggles, hand around your forearm trying to pry it off, your long slender legs covered in black stocking flailing about in place as she squirmed in her place, trying to purchase what little breath you permitted her to have.
You relax your hold. Your arm retreating away from her bruised bosom, tears drip down her cheeks. Her earlier desire to scream out gone, she's mewling like an abused cat, staring at you with begging eyes.
'Please stop' she tells you without a word.
'No' your cruel rictus grin answers.
Your arm gets back to it, now however it goes lower, squeezing a big chunk of the baby fat around her hips, she yelps painfully, your forearm flexed again.
Your hand slides down, resting on her tights, then slithers like the serpent of Eden under her pencil skirt and up towards her underwear.
Oh? What's this? Your hand encounters something interesting, returning from it's expedition, showing you a bundle of hair.
"Oh, yeah, your kind are hairy down there huh?" Her terrified eyes are widened, knowing full well what you were intending.
You give her an unassuming smile, if she thought a hairy jungle was going to dissuade you she was dead wrong,
The second expedition is under way, your hand returning to it's previous destination, pulling the underwear to the side, Kronii only offering a token resistance as she groans out in despair
Your fingers plant themselves inside, like Cortez when he landed in Mexico, your fingers jostle her insides madly, wrenching open her dry cunt and forcing them to not be closed.
Her legs kick up a storm again, so violently in fact that her high heels are flung out from her feet, a futile struggle as your fingers continued ransacking her pink walls of Tenochtitlan.
Eventually she submits, her blue eyes rolling back in pleasure, you can see the leaking fluid streaming down her pantyhose, making a mess of the black polyester.
Satisfied by your colonization you recall your hand back, admiring how slick and wet your fingers are, you run your tongue between them, noting the sweet taste.
Kronii was unconscious, either because of the orgasm or because you pressed on her carotid arteries too hard, her eyes nothing but white and her mouth gaping open with tongue out.
You give a peck on her cheek,, moving her arms on the keyboard and letting her tired head rest on top of them.
You step back, she looks like as if she was sleeping on the job, no one would suspect you had just molested her so thoroughly.
You look down, noticing a stain in your trousers, you need to go to the bathroom. You were going to have the wank of a lifetime.