Jim Rescues a Woman: Book One
Copyright© 2026 by Kim Chee
Chapter 13
I waited for my phone to ring and 30 seconds later it did.
Jim: Hello? WHAT!!!
I spoke loudly and glared at Denise after I hung up.
Jim: What the fuck is this?
I took a step in a threatening manner towards Denise. Issac looked on, puzzled by our exchange. I braced myself for it. This is the point where Denise starts to humiliate me and shit. You know, pretend to spit into a glass of water, asks me to drink it, gives me a slap, pours the water over my head.
I would become really angry, threatening to hit Denise but I couldn’t do anything while she demonstrates the power she has over me. Do some stuff so it gives Issac a mind fuck and he takes the deal. Bury this shit and of course, Denise would agree to go out with him, just call her. There, simple right? Act only.
No.
Denise: Jim.
Denise pretended to scroll through her phone messages as she read out the contents.
Denise: I see you’ve been volunteering pretty hard to get your kid into school it seems. I’m afraid it’s all going to be a waste of effort.
Jim: What the fuck. Who did you call?
I raised my voice slightly and Issac asked me what happened but I ignored him.
Denise: It’s none of your business. You either do as I say and I’ll make sure your kid gets into the school of your choice or your volunteering records could just easily get lost. You know temporary admin staff mess up records all the time.
Jim: You!!
I grabbed the bottle of water and tried to throw it at Denise but Issac stood up and stopped me.
Issac: Woah ... woah. Relax bro. Don’t hit a girl.
I took a deep breath and braced myself. This was the cue for Denise to throw the glass of water at me, slap me a couple of times, and abuse me verbally. I would say sorry, look miserable and wrap it up but no. Denise did not follow the script. Denise stood up and leaned forward slightly on the desk, her legs parted and her body continued to bend lower while at the same time her right hand reached under her dress.
What the fuck was she doing? I watched in horror as Denise keep her expression neutral as her hand disappeared under her dress. Issac’s eyes too remained glued on Denise as she held onto something and she frowned. She fucking frowned and moaned.
I couldn’t believe this. This was not part of the plan. We didn’t ever discuss this. What the fuck was she trying to do.
Denise: ahh ... ern ... ernghhhh!! Erngh!
Then with a gasp, I realised I was the one getting mind fucked when I saw Denise pull out a tampon, holding it by the string at the end.
Issac: What the fuck! What the fuck!
Issac stood up from his chair and backed away as he looked at Denise, no doubt disgusted by what she did. Chairs and table collided with each other as Issac and I backed away, giving Denise a good 1 metre berth.
Then to my horror, Denise put the tampon into the glass of water on the table. It was still white by the way, no blood thankfully. I watched as the tampon went in and started to absorb most of the water but there was still a good portion of it in the glass.
Issac: Are you mad?
Denise chuckled, pleased that she had demonstrated her psychopathic character properly.
Denise: Why? Haven’t you guys seen a tampon before?
Denise sighed and crossed her legs again before giving a slut-like come fuck me look.
Denise: Drink it.
Jim: WHAT!!!
Issac: WHAT!!!
Even Issac exclaimed in horror as he looked at Denise.
Denise: Not you Issac. Him. I’m looking forward to having you as a client in the future you know.
I was staring at Denise, wide eyed in surprise as she remained expressionless, staring at me.
Denise: Drink it Jim.
Jim: FUCK YOU!! I don’t work for you.!!
My phone rang again, it was Soh.
Jim: Soh yeah ... all ok ... Still talking. Did you stay on the bus? How do I know? Ask Issac.
I looked at Issac and he nodded, no doubt eager to see what Denise was really made of.
Jim: Yes. Issac says to remain. Alright ... Bye.
I looked at Issac and gestured roughly to him.
Jim: What the fuck man. You were the one that was supposed to negotiate with her. Why drag me into this? I’m just here to make sure you are safe.
Denise giggled and replied.
Denise: He’s a potential client in the future. I can’t possibly use him as an example can I? Whereas you, you’re expendable.
Jim: Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are?
I glared at Denise as I tried to drill home the message to ask her to keep to the script.
Denise ignored me and made another call to Marie to send another cue to her to call me again. Fuck, she cannot be serious. My phone rang again, this time round Issac waited eagerly for me to pick up.
Jim: WHAT!!
I looked at Issac, then to Denise who maintained that haughty look on her face. A look that made me want to violate her in every way possible. My grim expression coupled with my helplessness must be quite a sight to watch. I could see Issac looking at me, eager to see my next move. I hung up again and looked at Denise in disbelief. She held onto the white sting of the tampon and gave it a tug, in the same manner in which you dip your tea bag into hot water, and she pushed the glass towards me.
Issac: So are you going to do it?
I looked at Issac and told him to shut the fuck up, taking my anger out on him, but it had no effect. He could feel it, my frustration, yet he was eager to see me do it. My god, Denise. I am so going to rape her after this is over.
Unhappy that she was made to wait Denise upped the stakes.
Denise: Drink it Jim or the deal with Issac is off. I’m taking the disk to the police and he’s fucked. And you would have failed your duty.
Issac: WHAT!!
Issac exclaimed in surprise as I glared at Denise, trying to communicate via telepathy to get her to stop her nonsense and stick to the script.
Denise: You’re the boss Issac. Get him to drink it and save you then.
Issac: I like this. I’m enjoying this in fact. You are amazing. Go on Jim, do your job. Do it!
The only thought I had in my mind at that moment was to fucking rip that tight dress off Denise and plough my cock into her as she screamed.
Denise continued looking at her fingernails and waited.
Issac: Go on, drink it.
I took the glass from the table and glared at Denise, hoping that she would stop this in time, maybe brush it off as a joke or some shit and make me do something else, or perhaps spill the glass of water onto me. Anything would be better than me drinking it.
Denise: Stop.
My heart skipped a beat as I breathed easier.
Denise: Not so easy.
Jim: What?
Denise: Because you doubted my instructions. And for that I’m increasing the stakes.
Jim: What the fuck.
Denise angled her body towards me, pushing out her heels such that her left leg which was crossed over her right touched my kneecap.
Denise: Take off my heel for me.
Issac chuckled and laughed, clapping at the audacity Denise had. I was shaking by then and I really wanted to strangle Denise. I wanted to shout at her and strangle her. Fuck it, just get it over and done with. I set the cup down on the table and bent down to remove Denise’s heels, revealing a set of well pedicured toes.
Denise: Do you think I’m attractive Jim?
Denise asked with a raised eyebrow.
Denise: Answer me.
Issac got so excited that he was jumping a few steps away, laughing and slapping his thigh.
Jim: Fuck you.
The more frustrated I was, the more excited it made Issac.
Denise took the glass of water and poured it into her heels together with her tampon. The water sloshed and jumped before she tipped it all back into the glass using the back of her heel.
Denise: There. Drink it.