Stakes Claim On Her

Gabrielle Once I make my way up to the third floor I'm given the list of the conference rooms I'm to clear.

Each room is being assigned a worker to get things people need during the meeting and to clean up afterward for the next one.

Basically, I just have to stand at the back of the room until someone asks me to grab them another pen because they are too stupid to bring spares and then to clean up the garbage they leave behind.

I make my way to the door marked with a gold '8' and walk in.

This room hasn't been used today yet but because of the overflow, they have scheduled a few meeting over the next couple of hours.

I start by pulling out a glass pitcher and cups from the cupboard at the back of the conference room.

I place a few cups around the table before grabbing the pitcher and heading out into the hallway.

I have to ask the receptionist, whose name I don't know, where I go to full the pitcher.

She begrudgingly tells me to go use the sink in the lounge, clearly annoyed at my having to ask.

The lounge is where the creatures would go while they are waiting for a conference room to open up.

It has some couches and tables to sit at and serves coffee and little things to eat.

I make my way around the hallway and into the small, brightly lit room.

My eyes fall on the sink at the back of the room, next to an arrangement of coffee pots and bagels.

I quickly fill the pitcher and head out.

There are far too many wolves in that room to make me feel comfortable.

After the pitcher is all set up there isn't really anything else for me to do.

So I just wait.

As I hear the door open I straighten up and clasp my hands in front of me, bending my head downwards, toward the floor.

I plan to stay as silent as unnoticed as possible until I'm needed.

The last thing I want is to piss off some arrogant wolf because he thinks I'm ‘challenging his authority’ and end up with another bruise to match the faded one I already have.

Luckily the men take their seats without even sparing me a glance.

But the moment all the men take their seats a harsh voice cuts through the murmur of their pre-meeting small talk.

"Are you blind, deaf, and stupid? Because clearly if you weren't you would have your sweet ass bent over this table filling up our glasses, seeing as you were clearly too lazy to do it before we came in.’’ I had honestly just assumed that they would have just filled their glasses themselves.

on! The pitcher is literally two feet

are so big they probably wouldn't even have to lean

of the table, has a chance to scold me again I make my way quickly over the

their glasses

start discussing a lot of stuff that I don't really understand so I just focus on the task at hand and keep

one is filled I place the

a strong arm wrap around my waist and yank

man whose lap I ungracefully end up in is the one

chin and makes me look towards the pitcher a few feet in front of

feel him lean his

me.What do you think is

whispers in my

softness of his

don't know, sir’’ At this point,

yell, and I so

human, one who knows the consequences of

"You don't know?"

is a mockingly sweet manner, as though he was

and refill the pitcher and instead left us with a

not very nice,

placed high up on my thigh, his thumb inching under my skirt.I can feel

to be assaulted and none of these other men have said a

the meeting like nothing is

I feel like I am a

so afraid that I can barely

yes, I

he roughly shoves

slams

they can see my pain

the door closes and I am safely alone I let

untuck my blouse from my skirt and

short time it’s turned an angry red,

has the chance to walk around the corner I tuck my shirt

my skirt is pressing into the newly forming bruise

high waisted

head down the maze of hallways towards the lounge area

but I'm worried if I take to long I'll get a worse

moving quickly, the water

have time to stop myself from slamming into