Page 3 of Invade Me

"You really don’t want to do that," I said, my tone steady, warning.

The CEO didn’t listen. He swung at me—a lazy, sloppy attempt to slap my face. I caught his wrist mid-air, gripping just hard enough to make him freeze.

Leaning closer, I slowly shook my head and growled, my voice low and hoarse as I said, "Johansson, you really don't want to get on my bad side."

His nervous giggle broke the silence. "I bet," he murmured, his breath hitching, his dick throbbing even more, "you’d maul me… so easily."

I could feel the sick thrill radiating off him, and I knew it was time to go. I released his hand, turned, and walked away without a word.

My mission was accomplished. And I… was miserable.

***

Two hours later, as I was relaxing in the bathtub, staring at the ceiling and brooding for the umpteenth time about how I’d ended up in such a shithole of a life, my phone rang. I saw my boss’s name: Mr. Jun Ragu.

"Storm, calling with good news," he said, sounding excited. "Mr. Johansson spoke very highly of you—and even threw in a nice bonus! Plus, he wants to keep using our services. So, excellent job as always. Congrats."

I immediately grabbed my phone, which was laying dangerously close to the water on the edge of the tub. A text message notification from my bank popped up. Ten grand had just landed in my account. Hell yeah! One step closer to freedom.

But my elation didn’t last long, Mr. Ragu wasn’t done.

"For the next scenario, he’s asking for you to take things further: a good fuck."

Wait, what? For a moment, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.

"I’m sorry? He wants to have sex with me?"

"Yes, that’s whatfuckmeans, Storm." Mr. Ragu sounded amused, but I was far from laughing along.

"You can’t be serious—" I started, still having trouble believing what I heard.

"I’m quite serious."

A shiver ran down my spine and a wave of revulsion hit me, as the reality of what he’d just said sank in. No, no, no… Anything but that!

Fighting against my jaw clenching involuntarily, I replied, "Well, I hope he knows that I'm still a newbie, on my probationary period—I can’t offer that kind of service."

Mr. Ragu’s laugh had a bit of a villainous edge to it.

"Not yet! You’re still in the… protective phase, but that’ll change very soon. Mr. Johansson will patiently wait—he wants only you for his first time, and nobody else. Romantic, huh? You’ve made quite an impression!"

Fuck! There was no wiggling out of this. I squeezed my eyelids shut as my breath sped up. My whole body was resisting the idea, and I had to work hard to stop myself from outright snapping.

"Well, boss… I would rather avoid it, if possible. Could maybe Harry do it?" I tried hard to sound as calm as possible.

"Sorry, Storm. Harry’s not a purple. If you’re in our company, you need to play by our rules, or you’re out. But don’t worry, there are good pills. You’ll be ready for him. And Johansson offered quite a lot of money for it, you’ll be happy when you see the amount."

Certainly, no amount of money could convince me that this was a pleasant prospect. But what could I do? The repossession agents were breathing down my neck.

"I’ll see what I can do—when the time comes," I said, practically choking on the words. I hated the idea witheverything I had, but I still had a few last installments to pay off. And no regular job could bring in this kind of money.

"Well, I hope it won’t be a problem. The guy has mild kinks compared to what others might demand. It won’t be that bad," he said, probably striving for a reassuring tone—but it fell flat.

"I hope no more of the dick humiliation part. I hate it," I muttered, just to say something and end the convo.

"Remember!" said Mr. Ragu in his fake-preaching tone, "in our company, we don’t judge anyone!"

After he hung up, I let my head rest on the side of the tub. Fuck. My innocent days at Dark Dreams were slipping away. The realization made me sick to my stomach, and I just knew it—I was about to sink even deeper into the depression that had been dragging on for nearly six months.

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