Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 07:50:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stalin Freed <staten8808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxy Grove, Chapter 6

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       I strolled into work at Urban Outfitters clothing store.
       "You're late...again."
	I rolled my eyes at my manager. I was always late. Why he insisted
upon reminding me that I'd never guess. I walked past him to the employee
office in the back. I took off my jacket and I heard James gasp behind
me. I laughed. I turned around and posed. "How do I look, James?" He was
speechless. I was wearing a pair of Evisu capris and a white tee-shirt with
a pink a paint splotch on my shoulder. My shoes were pink and denim. I was
fierce and I knew it. James knew it, too. That's why he couldn't speak
right now. My capris wrapped around my tight ass and thighs and my shirt
was form fit, also. My gym toned abs were visible and I knew it turned him
on.
	James shook his head. "Enough already. Just get to work. There are
some new clothes that need to be put on display."
	I smiled at him and walked away. "Sure James." I could feel his
eyes on me. I could feel his eyes on my ass.
	"Hey Andre! How you been?" I cringed at the use of my full
name. Asia was my best friend and co-worker. She was also the only one in
the world who I allowed to use my full name. I had known her since middle
school. She used to live down the hallway from me in the Grove but moved
out right after we graduated. Now I saw her less and less often. Our work
schedules were completely opposite of each other because she was taking
classes at the local community college. She was beautiful, too. A few of
the local houses were trying to recruit her to walk Face. I always thought
she would slay if she walked. I was just waiting for her to get started on
her path to being legendary.
	"I'm good, Asia. What's going on?" I said. I looked at the mountain
of clothes on the checkout desk. "Does he really expect us to get this done
by closing?"
	Asia just shook her head.
	"Well he lost his damn mind. This shit ain't getting done."
	Even though I was complaining about the clothes, I started folding
them along with Asia in silence. It drove me crazy. A customer came in and
I sold her a few hoodies. Cute ones. Then I went back to folding
clothes. Asia interrupted the silence:
	"Andre I have a favor to ask." There she was with that full name
shit again.
	"Yeah, Asia?"
	"You know how you did that amateur strip show at Nipsy's a while
back?"
	I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I remember. It was some nigga's birthday
party."
	"Yeah." She said. "It's this party tonight and there was supposed
to be a stripper but he cancelled. And?"
	I cut her off. "You want me to strip for whomever these strange
niggas are?"
	She shook her head sheepishly.
	"I don't know, Asia. I was drunk when I did that. I don't think
being a stripper is for me. I like sex and all but stripping is just a
little degrading."
	Asia looked disappointed. "Oh it's ok, I guess."
	I was about to say something but James interrupted me. "Dre, come
here."
	I rolled my eyes again. "Yeah, James. What's up?"
	"Come into my office and have a seat."
	I sat down and crossed my legs. I waited for James to say
something. He was silent for a long time. He just looked down at a file on
his desk and then up at me. He looked down at his file again. Then looked
up at me again. For five minutes James was silent. Then he closed the file
and stared directly at me. I looked away for a second to break the
connection but, sure enough, he was still staring at me.
	"Did you call me in here just so you could stare at me?" I finally
asked him. "You could've just stared at me while I was at the checkout desk
with Asia." He was still silent. I looked around the room and waited for
some kind of response, but there was none. I decided I'd had enough of this
and got up to leave.
	"Don't you dare go anywhere." James suddenly said. He said it at
the volume of a whisper but with the intensity of a yell. It almost scared
me. Almost. I looked him directly in his eyes and crossed my arms. Again, I
waited for him to say something but silence ensued. What the hell did he
want? It was starting to bother me now. Nothing about this job was that
serious.
	I got tired of waiting. "What the hell do you want?" I asked him. I
didn't mean to say it with so much attitude but I was getting pissed
now. He just wouldn't stop staring at me. Normally, loved being stared at
but this came with so much scrutiny. So much uncertainty.
	"I wanna talk about you being late to work almost everyday for the
past month," he finally said.
	"That's it," I said. "You sat here for ten minutes just staring at
me because you suddenly wanna talk about me being late."
	"You're right." He stood up from his desk and stepped toward me. He
stroked me cheek with his hand. His touch made my skin crawl. James was
attractive but I still found him repulsive. The fact that he was touching
my face made me want to shower. I gagged.
	"You know that you're really sexy," he said. He grabbed me by my
arm and led me onto his desk. "You know it and you want everyone else to
know it." Listening to him made me more than a little uncomfortable. I
loved it when I was the center of someone's attention but I never wanted
that attention from James. I never wanted sexual attention from James. I
knew exactly where he was trying to make this go.
	"James you're doing too much right now," I tried to get up but he
pushed me back down. "You want everyone to know how sexy you
are. Especially me." He kissed me on my neck. I slid away from him.
	"You got me twisted," I said to James. "I don't pay you that much
attention. I know I'm flashy, flamboyant, and out-there but you weren't
supposed to read that much into it."
	His grip around my arm got tighter. "James, what do you want?"
	His tilted his head to one side as if he was crazy. "I wanna fuck
you, Dre."
	"What!?!"
	"I wanna fuck you. I wanna get some ass, break yo back, get it in;
How many ways do I have to say it?" He smiled at me. It was eerie.
	"Oh no." I said. "Oh hell no! Fuck this." I stood up and made my
way for the door. He slammed me into a wall. It hurt like hell.
	James stared me deep in my eyes. "You're job depends on it."
	Oh God. I thought. Oh my God. This isn't happening. He was gonna
make me screw him to keep my job. I needed my job. I was broke. I lived in
Boxy Gove. The worst building in the worst part of the city. I needed every
dollar I could get. There were no jobs. It took me months to find this
one. The landlord didn't play games, either. If I missed one rent payment
he would kick me out. I couldn't be homeless. I had no friends. I had no
family. No one to help me. I was alone. If I got fired it was over for
me. I couldn't lose me job. What was I going to do?
	I knew James saw the submission in my eyes. He smiled wide. Then he
kissed me. Kissed me! My lips pursed together to deny him access. I could
feel like trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. I pursed my lips even
tighter.
	James drew back, angry. "You better like it or I'll fire you
anyway."
	Where was Asia right about now? She was too busy folding all those
damn clothes. I needed her right now. James kissed me again and stuck his
tongue down my throat. I became instantly sick. I wanted to throw up in his
face but it was almost as if his tongue kept my vomit down.
	"Relax," he said to me. How could I relax? I had this disgusting,
lame ass manager of mine trying to feed me his tongue. He was right,
though. I had let more vile, more disgusting men have sex with me for less
reasons. I would suck this up and move on. I would blank out as I'd done so
many times before. Just like I learned to do the very first time when my
father...
	My mind snapped back James. I could feel him start to grope and
feel me. His hand traveled down my waist to the belt buckle. He quickly
undid the clasp and let my pants drop to the floor. He looked down to
admire my legs and smiled...again. He stepped back and unfastened his own
buck buckle. His dick was free. He pointed it at me as if it were something
to be proud of. It was mediocre at best. He turned me around and began to
rub his dick along my ass. I felt it get hard and prod along my hole. I
looked at my watch. Eleven forty-two. He had only been at this for seven
minutes
	James bent me over the desk and lubed me up with a bottle of baby
oil from one of his desk drawers. He entered me raw and began to fuck
away. I counted the cracks on the wall as he screwed me. When he finished
fifteen minutes later, I had counted up to seven hundred sixty-six. That
was only half the wall. I got dressed and was thankful he didn't cum inside
of me. Thank God for small miracles, I thought. I would still get tested. I
might have been promiscuous but I wasn't stupid. Far from it.
	I turned to leave. "Stop," James said.
	"What now?" I said. I just stood there, emotionless.
	"We need to finish talking about your continued lateness."
	I looked at him like he was the bearded lady. "What about it?
What's left to talk about?"
       "It's unacceptable," he said. "I won't allow it any longer."
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever, James. Is that all?"
	"No it's not. You're fired."
	I stared at him blankly. "You can't be serious."
	"I am very serious."
	"Fired? All of sudden you wanna fire people? Why" I was livid.
	"I have to set an example to the rest of the employees."
	What rest of the employees? "You only have three employees,
James. Me, Asia, and some little girl you just hired. She hasn't even
started working yet!!"
	He didn't flinch. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry. I have to let you
go."
	"No you're not you horse's ass!" I was screaming now. "You're not
sorry at all! You just fucked me so I could keep my job and now I'm fired!"
	"I don't know what you're talking about." He said. It was so
matter-of-fact. So nonchalant. So cold.
	"You'll be sorry," I threatened. "I swear to God that you'll be
sorry."
	I stormed out. Past the customers. Past the checkout desk. Past
Asia. I made it all the way to the door and stopped. I turned around got my
jacket and bag from James' office and made a pit stop at the checkout desk.
	I emptied the cash drawer. I even emptied the reserve drawer
underneath the table. I took everything. James rushed at me, yelling. "What
are you doing? You're taking my money!"
	"No," I said. "This is severance pay. And if anyone asks that's
what you're going to call it. If I hear otherwise, I'll be back." I didn't
even look at him as I said it.
	I made my way to the door.