I'm still trying to comprehend how two weeks have passed since I started this new job. It feels like just yesterday I was nervously walking into the cosmetics store, wondering if I'd ever be good at selling makeup. And now, here I am, struggling to keep up with the demanding pace of sales and customer service.
As I was restocking the shelves today, my boss approached me and asked if I'd like to grab a drink with him after work. He said it would be a great opportunity for him to give me some tips on how to improve my sales techniques. I couldn't resist the offer - I mean, who wouldn't want to learn from their boss? Plus, I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, and a drink or two might be just what I needed to unwind.
We sat down at a cozy little bar near the store, and before I knew it, we were laughing and chatting like old friends. He's really nice, my boss, and he genuinely seems to care about my success. We talked about everything from books to movies to our shared love of dinosaurs (I couldn't believe it when he mentioned he's a huge fan of Jurassic Park too!). The drinks kept flowing, and I have to admit, I wasn't keeping track of how many I'd had. But I was having so much fun, I didn't want the night to end.
That was until my boss suddenly looked at his watch and apologized, saying he had to leave for another meeting. I was a bit disappointed, but I understood. As I watched him hurry out of the bar, I realized I was a bit...off. The room was spinning slightly, and my legs felt like jelly. I'm a lightweight, what can I say? I glanced around, wondering if I should call a cab, but my wallet was screaming at me to be frugal.
As I stepped out of the bar, the cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face. I stumbled a bit, trying to get my bearings. That's when I saw him - a guy crossing the street, his eyes fixed on me. He had a creepy grin plastered on his face, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I tried to take a step back, but my legs wouldn't cooperate.
He approached me, his hands reaching out to "help" me. I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me as he touched my arm, my shoulder, my...oh, God. I tried to push him away, but my body was numb, and my brain was foggy. He was being too tactile, too familiar, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. His hands lingered on my ass, my boobs, slipping under my dress...I couldn't do anything to stop him.
As he led me down a dark alley, I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. I couldn't scream, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but pray that someone would rescue me. Please, God, please...just make it stop.