Kicking His Balls

"It looks like someone had been using her rights." Mr. Old Face said with a stern look on his face.

Marsha gulped hard, placing her hands on the back as she hid the keys. "I was about to clean up, sir." She lied, letting out a mischievous chuckle.

"I see." He said, his voice hushed as he carefully scanned the office. "The office is just the way I left it, just that, it only got messier." Mr. Old Face kissed his teeth as he started stepping forward in her direction.

Marsha was out of words as she retreated in her steps, movings backward with her hands clenching onto the keys at her backside. "Sir, I wanted to clean up, rather." She lied but that didn't stop the old man in his tracks, he let out a dirty grin, making Marsha furrow her brow in disgust.

"You ain't pretty good with lies though. It's so obvious." He continued with his steps until Marsha met a blockage; his desk as she hit her back on it causing her to groan in pain.

Mr. Old Face took advantage of the situation and dragged the