The girl looked up to her with pleading eyes. "Help me," she whispered.
Chad raised his hand and backhanded her across the face. "I told you not to speak."
That was enough of a distraction for Kenna, and she lunged for the table, trying to grab the girl's arms that were being pinned down. The men holding the girl down just shoved her away.
Chad looked up from where he had slapped the girl. "Kenna, would you care to join us? You could go next." His voice was so even and calm that it sent shivers down her spine. Her grasp tightened on the stapler and she threw it as hard as she could, hitting Chad in the head. Chad staggered back, his erection protruding from his pants. Instead of getting mad, his smile widened. Kenna started to shake as she realized his eyes were clear and she was staring into the heart of evil.
"Chad, take care of this little problem. We'll see to the girl," Bob said as he glared at Kenna and moved over to yank the dancer up by her hair.
"Let her go!" Kenna was amazed the words came out at all, and even more amazed they were clear and that her voice didn't shake.
"Oh, sweetie, she likes it. Just like I know you will. She's a special hire for rough... entertainment." Chad started to walk around the table toward her. He reminded her of a predator stalking his next kill, and she didn't want that to be her. She started to back out toward the door when he spoke again. "Now, now. Don't run from me, Kenna. Running only makes things worse. We just need to talk. You and me."
"You were supposed to be in D.C.," she mumbled stupidly as she pushed the door open and backed out of the conference room.
"Yes, well, change of plans. Just got invited for a little guys’ night out."
Kenna bumped into the cubicle where the phone was still off the hook. Her back was pressed against the rough material, and she instinctively tried to grasp the material for safety. She felt around trying to find something to defend herself with. She looked both ways and tried to take a quick step around him so that she could run back to the hall. But Chad was quicker. He grabbed her right arm hard enough to leave bruises and shoved her back against the cubicle. His arms moved to pin her against the cubicle while his body loomed over her. He pushed his erection suggestively against her. She looked over his left shoulder, back into the conference room where Bob was dragging the dancer out of the room through the second doorway at the far end of the conference room. Her toes were dragging the floor and tears were streaking down her face. The other men had already scattered like the cockroaches they were, no evidence of anyone being there except the silver-sequined bikini top lying on the floor of the conference room.
Kenna turned and spat in Chad's face as she started to struggle for all her worth. Chad's grip tightened, and it seemed his erection grew more as he started rubbing it against her skirt. He used his hips to pin hers against the cubicle. She let out a sob and he just laughed. "If I had known you'd be so much fun, I would've fucked you like this two months ago. Imagine all the fun we could've had. I guess I'll just settle for fucking you now. I think you'll like it. I can train you to like it."
Pulling her arms behind her so that they felt like they'd pop out of their sockets at any moment, he pinned her wrists together so that he was holding them both in the same hand. His other hand ripped open her suit coat as he reached up to the top of her silk blouse and tore it down, exposing her ivory lace bra.
"I think it's time to have a talk about what a girlfriend's responsibilities are to her boyfriend."
Kenna knew she couldn't back down. She hoped the police were on their way, and if she could just prevent being raped a little longer, maybe Chad would be scared away by the sirens. “Well, maybe you can have that talk with your bitch in jail because I think it's pretty safe to say I'm no longer your girlfriend. But then again, when I put you in jail, maybe you'll like being the bitch," she said with anger boiling up to the surface. She had taken self-defense. She was a confident woman and she could protect herself. She balled her hands into fists and tested the movement of her legs. Unfortunately, her skirt was too tight to allow her to kick him. Before she could test her range further, Chad slammed her against the cubicle, lifting her feet off the ground so that her Manolos fell off. Her head snapped backwards as he repeatedly slammed her back.
"No one speaks to me like that, you little bitch. I'll just have to teach you a lesson." Chad lowered her so her feet could once again touch the ground, and still gripping his right arm, pulled back with his free hand and slapped her hard across the face. Kenna's ears rang and she tasted blood in her mouth. Now wasn't the time to lose it, she thought. She felt his hand at the hem of her skirt, shoving it up around her thighs.