Curve Ball

Nina

One moment Nina felt like she was dreaming, the next her mind was clear.

“What the hell? Get off, out….get away!” she yelled pushing on the shoulders she had been gripping so hard just seconds before.

“Almost…..” was his breathless response.

“Stop it! Get off me!” she yelled as she pulled one hand back and slapping his face hard.

That broke his concentration and she was able to pushed at his shoulders again gaining herself some room. She pulled up one leg and forced her bend knee between them and pushed. He let go of her as he was forced back a step and she suddenly had to catch herself before she ended up on her ass on the floor. Bracing herself against the wall behind her and getting her legs and feet arranged under her she stood back up and tugged her skirt back down

“What the fuck? What did you do that for?” Billy stood in front of her, pants around his lower legs and his dick wet and rapidly deflating as the cool air hit it.

“You wouldn’t stop, I yelled at you to stop,” she said as she tried not to look at the sight in front of her. Her brain was still trying to work out what the hell had happened.

“But you wanted it, hell it was your idea!” the look on his face had gone from one of lust to confusion and now was rapidly changing to anger.

“I what? No, can’t have,” she looked at the floor off to the side as she searched her memory.

“You are a crazy bitch, fucking crazy,” he yelled at her as he bent to pull his pants up and tuck himself away at long last.

Nina wasn’t listening as she went over the events leading up to this point.

“Oh God,” she said horrified as she realised what he said was the truth. Looking up at him she spoke.

“THIS, never happened,” she waved her hand back and forth between them. “If you tell anyone about this I will yell rape so fast you will get carpet burn on your ass when the cops drag you off.”

“I didn’t rape you, you dragged me in here.”

“You are the mail boy, I have a doctorate in Theology and Antiquities, who do you think they are going to believe?” Nina swallowed down the feeling of guilt over browbeating the boy, but she had to make sure he never said anything about what they had been doing.

“Fucking Bitch, you’re crazy, I wouldn’t touch you now with a barge pole.” He pointed an accusatory finger at her. “If you tell anyone about – this,” he waggled the finger, “I will tell everyone about how you sexually harassed me.”

He turned on his heel and charged from the room trying unsuccessfully to slam the self-closing door behind him.

Nina sighed with relief at his departure, but followed him out the door after only a few seconds. He was already out of sight as she turned to go to the ladies restrooms. She glanced at the large mirror over the basins and shuddered as she caught sight of herself. Heading for the farthest cubical she went in and locked the door. Dropping the toilet lid closed she sat on it, pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them before letting her head fall back against the cold wall.

“What the hell happened to me?” she asked inside her head.

Only silence answered her.

“Hello? You in there?” she asked of her head and again got no response.

“Oh God no, that voice I’ve been turning to isn’t mine?” She thought back over all the conversations she had had with that voice. It had seemed like the voice of reason, but then today… she remembered it was that voice that had suggested a break, to follow Billy, to….

“Oh God!” she moaned out loud as she dropped her feet to the floor and hung her head as her arms rested on her legs. She knew no one would believe her if she told them, hell she was having trouble believing it. What was that quote? Something like if you remove everything that isn’t the truth, what is left must be the answer, however unbelievable it is, or words to that effect.

“Ok,” she muttered to herself, “if the voice isn’t me, then who the hell is it?”