Under My Skin Part2

You can catch up with the first part here.

2 weeks now that I was abused by a stranger in my apartment, in my bed. 2 weeks that I’ve been living in shadow not knowing who did it. 2 weeks after I first started, I was introduced to Dr Jebb and Mr Khan, Mr Assan’s closest clients. Mr Khan, I gathered, is an Indian businessman who opened a cleaning house products factory here a decade ago. Almost every household uses their products, they are quite popular. myself included. Naturally, I was honoured when I was introduced to him. Dr Jebb is a gynaecologist. He’s from the United States but his mother is a local. He set up a clinic here upon his definite return to his born land.

- What was that all about? I asked Mr Assan after the introduction.

Mr Assan said they had a special interest in me. I was flattered. In our world, special interest means big tips. The kind of thing that makes your fellow barmaids jealous. I was the only one allowed to serve them which was good enough to make Barbara jealous. But Noon was happy for me. It looked like she had her special treatment somewhere else in this small closed world that is our casino.

One night after we closed, Barbara came over with a horrified look on her face.

- What’s up? Like I care. We barely spoke to each other.
- I saw something but I’m not sure if I want to tell you.

If it’s about Joe and his little business, leave me out of it. I said to myself. Joe is our bartender. He is Mr Assan’s cousin and uses his trust to sometimes smuggle his own beverage into the bar or pick at the cashier. I stumbled on him one afternoon, I arrived earlier. He and his friends were changing some of the whisky bottles in the stock. Mr Assan was out of town. I walk out like I saw nothing but the look he gave me after clearly stated that “don’t get in my way”. I’m not the only barmaid who witnesses those activities. Another came to me one-day seeking advice on whether she should tell Mr Assan or not. I told her to mind her own business.

- What is it? I finally replied.

She took me to the toilet and waited till we were alone. What she told me there stroke me from inside. She told me she caught Dr Jebb watching a video on his phone. A video of a “drunken” woman having sex with someone. A drunken woman she clearly identifies as me. So Dr Jebb was the man who raped me?. I can’t believe it. Barbara was pretty shocked to learn that in that video, I was being raped. She thought it was just a sex tape. I didn’t tell anybody, even my mother nor my best friend Joyce whose been calling me for the last 2 weeks or so, but I haven’t responded to any of her call. I was ashamed of myself, too ashamed of myself to face my friend. Barbara is pretty sure, it’s not Dr Jebb the man in the video. It’s not his dick. If Barbara tells you it’s not someone’s dick she watched in a video, you should take her word for it. Mr Assan then. Not either.

- Do you want me to shop around? To find out whose that stick belongs to? Asked Barbara in a determined voice.
- No! Godness!

I always knew she is capable of doing anything to get her way, but even coming from Barbara, I was shocked. What if it is not someone around here? Is she going to jizz out the entire town? I can’t even start to think about it.

- Are you sure?
- Yes Barbara, I’m sure.

I was horrified and confused. Confused to know that one of Mr Assan’s friends is involved in an affair like that. Confused to know that Mr Assan himself could be involved in an affair like that. He is always kind and charming. Dr Jebb is a respected gynaecologist. Maybe he downloaded it from PornHub. Maybe Barbara is messing with me. I left earlier that night. I told Mr Assan I wasn’t feeling well and he granted me the night off. I needed to think.

I went home and took a bath. I was about to lie down when my phone broke the uninterrupted silence in my room. It was my mother. Her voice was blue. Didn’t you hear the news, she asked. What news? Joyce is dead. She was killed by her husband. The time stopped. Apparently, they were arguing and he shot her in the head, with his gun. His is an officer.

A shining soul killed by her husband 142 days after her incredible wedding. Her mother is inconsolable. That bastard didn’t even bother to come to the funeral. It appears their marriage was not going well. They fought all the time. That time we met at the restaurant, it was all there, in front of me, her misery, but I failed to get it down. I failed her. I failed to be a better friend. I’m not going to let that happen again.

One morning, I knocked out on Noon’s door. She was surprised to see me and a bit canny but invited me in. I told her my story and she didn’t look surprised. After the night Mr Assan drove her to the hospital and took care of her father, he offered again to drive her home, the next night, and the night after that. One night, when they arrived in front of her home, he made her suck his cock in his car. She thought it would be a one-time thing but after that, he wanted more. This time again, she thought it would be a one-time thing, so she accept the invitation. She didn’t want to loose her job, she said. But he wanted to meet with her in his private mansion. When she arrived, she was surprised to see Dr Jebb and Mr Khan also present. They all were waiting for her. Alone, in an isolated mansion with men, she knew little about, she didn’t want to get hurt. She played along and let them have what they came for. After that, she didn’t have the courage to come to work again, she said. She was ashamed of herself. The best solution for her was to resign and just forget about all that. And it’s what she’s being trying to do, forget, rather unsuccessfully I can tell.

Mr Assan is not the kind and charming manager I portrayed. He certainly is, but underneath that charm and kindness is a monster. Now I see clearly, I was set up. How many barmaids have they done what they did to me or Noon to? How many girls? I thought about going to the police but men like them, men with power can easily get away with anything. Look at what happened with my friend Joyce. Her husband is carrying on with his life as if nothing happened. A domestic accident, they concluded. Who will believe a barmaid got sexually assaulted anyway? I could just resign as Noon did, and forget about it. This is the easiest path or should I say, the safest path.

I continue to work without saying anything. One night after the casino closed, I waited until everyone was gone and I went to Mr Assan’s office to flirt with him. He responded well and I offer to blow his whistle. He was pleased after that and wanted to take me on his desk. I sensually decline and proposed to him to invite his friends, Dr Jebb and Mr Khan over, since they’ve been so generous to me. I proposed to invite all of us to a special place where I can show them my full gratitude. He set the gathering at his mansion.

It was about 7:30 pm when my cab parked in front of the mansion. A big house, far away from the crowded town, a perfect place to hide a body or to host a private night like the one that was about to start. My hands started to shake. I was about to step alone in a house with these bastards. It could go wrong. I thought about Noon, gathered my strength and forced a smile on my face. I wanted to make a memorable entrance. The guys were thrilled to see me. My red slim dress certainly had his share in that.

After a casual conversation aroused with a few glasses of wine, Dr Jebb kicked in and grabbed one of my tits. He was sitting right next to me. Wait for a second! A lady always needs to prepare before a big showdown. I excuse myself to the bathroom and there, I strip naked and oiled myself in strategic places with a special oil I purchased earlier from a prostitute. I am a special girl. I came back from the bathroom completely naked to the delight of those gentlemen. They got around me like a bunch of bees around a honey pot. One started to kiss my neck, and the other grabbed my tit and start to suck it. They try to kiss me on the mouth but I avoid it and offered some part of my body instead. It didn’t take much time before I started to see the effect. Dr Jebb was the first. He started to wiggle and sat on the sofa. One after another, they fell onto the sofa and enter into a deep sleep.

I redress as quickly as possible. What next? According to the plan, this mansion should have a kitchen with a gas-like cocking station. Found it! I cut the gas pipe and open the gas tank to the max. I went back to the living room and lit one of Mr Assan’s cigars and left it on the table. I grabbed my remaining things, shoes, and purse and got out as quickly as I could, as far as I could. I was about 5 minutes running when a sound broke into the night sky. Kaboom! I turn my head and where was Mr Assan’s mansion, was a big lighting bulb. I was never been this relieved to see a fire like this, in the dark, it was beautiful. I walked into the wood. The main road should not be far but in the middle of the night, I have little chance to catch a car driving by. I found a little place and past the night there, in cold.

In the early morning, I found my way to the main road and stop a cab. The cab driver took a look at me, probably thinking I’m a whore who is getting back from a busy business night. Just drive me home. I need to rest. We all need to rest.

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