Chapter 2: The Lesson Continue

It had been several months since the day Debra had been abducted from the parking garage. She had told no one about it. She was afraid that it would ruin her career with the company, but nothing in the office had really changed. Debra did notice that one of her co-workers, Bob, had looked at her in a strange way, but he had said nothing. Debra had avoided him. The thought that he might have had something to do with her kidnaping scared her. She was relieved when he was transferred to another office.

She had been assigned a new secretary. Personnel had refused to let her hire her own. Debra had been angry with that decision, but her boss had said it came from the top, so she let it go. Her new secretary was a young Hispanic woman named Rachel. She was not particularly pretty. She dressed very plainly and was very quiet. She came to work on time; her work was very good and she said very little to anyone, including Debra. Debra suspected that Rachel lived at home and was a devout churchgoer, but her file said little beyond her name, address and work experience.

Debra had not undergone any massive changes in her office demeanor. She may have been less ready to attack people but she still did it. She didn’t seek out co-workers to torment but if the opportunity can her way she took it.

From time to time Debra would unlock the security drawer of her private file cabinet and take out a plain brown envelope delivered anonymously to her in the mail. Inside was a flash drive and on it was the recording of her ordeal. She had tried to throw it away but couldn’t. She would close and lock her office door and pull out the drive and plug it into her laptop computer. At the beginning there was a montage of her ordeal. Short scenes from the recording. They showed her with a cock in her mouth while being fucked the in the pussy. Others showed her licking pussy while being sodomized. When she saw them a flood of feelings came over her. Shame, guilt, fear, excitement, arousal, and lust. The images seemed to be of another person. The entire event seemed to have happened to someone else. When Debra thought of it, she viewed it more like remembering a movie or a dream. It didn’t seem to have anything to do with reality or her.

It was a Friday afternoon when Rachel knocked on Debra’s door. She quickly put away the laptop. She opened the door to find Rachel quietly standing there with a handful of papers.

“I need you to review these and if they’re okay, then sign them,” said Rachel in a small voice.

Debra was always in a state of heightened sensitivity after looking at the flash drive images.

“You bothered me for that?” she snapped at Rachel. Couldn’t this have waited?”

“I’m very sorry,” apologized Rachel. “But I knew you wanted this to go out in the mail today.”

“Then why the hell did you wait until the last minute to do them, you stupid girl!” shouted Debra.

The few people left in the office turned their heads at the noise. Debra grabbed Rachel by the arm and jerked her into the office and slammed the door.

“Look, from now on when you want me and my door is closed, you call me on the phone first, comprende?” Debra growled.

“Yes,” said Rachel.

Her lack of fear seemed to enrage Debra.

“Now look, I know you’re just a stupid Mexican, but if you can’t understand my rules I’ll get rid of you.” threatened Debra.

“I’m not a stupid Mexican...” began Rachel.

“Shut your fucking mouth you ignorant, Spic!” shrieked Debra. “You pepper-bellies are all stupid. Just a bunch of whores and greasers running around in those stupid low riding cars!” By now Debra had lost control of herself.

“I know all about your kind. And I know how to deal with them. You put them in their place. Show them who’s boss,” she fairly screamed at Rachel. “Well I’m the boss around here and you’ll do as I say or I’ll make it hell for you.”

During this tirade Rachel had only stared at Debra. She showed no emotion, neither anger nor fear. Now she quietly said, “I understand exactly what you mean. Can I go now?” she asked.

“Yes”, yelled Debra. “Get the hell out of my sight. I’ve got lots of work still to do. Thanks to people like you I’ve got to come in to work tomorrow and I’ll probably be here all night.”

Rachel put the papers on Debra’s desk and left the office, closing the door behind her.

Debra was almost out of breath due to her explosion. She threw herself into her leather chair and gasped for air. She felt good. She had been keeping all of that rage inside her and now it was out. Being nice to idiots was not her style and she wasn’t going to change.

The next day Debra arose late and spent the day shopping for clothes. It was late in the afternoon when she arrived at the office. The parking garage was empty. Debra had never felt safe in the garage after her abduction. She parked, took her bag of groceries with her and quickly went into the building. She took the elevator to her floor; made her way to her office and unlocked the door. She looked out the window of her office at the hills that surrounded her mid-rise office building. She thought about how nice it would be to go home and get into her hot tub and just relax. This thought lasted only a moment as Debra realized she had a lot of paperwork to do before Monday. As the sun slowly set, Debra turned to her desk and began working.

She had been at it for about four hours when she took a break. She rose and opened her office door. The other offices were empty; their occupants long since gone. Debra smirked and thought about how lazy her co-workers were not to put in extra hours. She crossed the open work area and headed for the snack bar on the next floor. She entered the stairwell and walked up one flight. As she opened the door into the hallway, she nearly bumped into one of the night cleaning crew.

“Watch where you’re going,” she growled at the woman who was pushing the cleaning cart. The Hispanic woman said nothing, only smiled. Debra thought to herself that the stupid thing probably didn’t speak English as she entered the snack bar.

Two more of the cleaning crew were in the snack bar. A young and woman, both Hispanic, and were talking to each other in Spanish. They stopped and turned to look at Debra as she entered. Debra glared at them as she crossed the room. They both smiled at her and she ignored them. They left the snack bar without a word. Debra bought a Diet Coke and again thought of how she needed to lose a few pounds. She rubbed her hips through her skirt. Maybe it was time for that plastic surgery she had thought about.

She was wondering what it would cost and how long she would be away from work as she walked back to her office. Up the stairs and down the empty corridors. She was approaching her office. She thought she had left the door open, but now it was closed. Must be those stupid cleaning people, she thought as she turned the doorknob.

As the door opened Debra suddenly saw one of the cleaning men standing at her file cabinet with a drawer open. The man’s back was to Debra.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing”, she yelled at the man as she charged across the office.

The man turned around and Debra came to an abrupt halt. In the man’s hand was a pistol, pointed directly at Debra. The man smiled but said nothing. Behind Debra something was moving. She turned to see the young man and woman from the snack bar. With them was Rachel.

What’s going on here?”, demanded Debra. “You’re all in a lot of trouble.”

Rachel stepped toward Debra. “I think you’re the one in a lot of trouble”, she said coolly.

The man closed the office door and locked it. Debra made a wild grab for the telephone. Before she could reach it the man with the gun stepped in front of her, pressing the gun against her head.

“I don’t think you want to do that”, he said.

He grabbed Debra’s arm and turned her to face the other three people.

“I want to introduce you to my friends”, said Rachel. “This is Hector. This is Carmen and next to you is Raymond. We gave the regular cleaning crew the night off. This is my boss Debra, I was telling you about her.” All of them laughed. “I want Debra to get to know all of us better. She has some ideas about Latinos that need changing and tonight we’re going to change them.”