Without hesitation, Katie tried to slap the canister out of Greg's hand. But she missed when he yanked it back.
His face burned red with anger. "You bitch!" he yelled out. "You're gonna pay for that!" He pressed down on the canister, spraying the contents out.
But in his fury over what had happened, he didn't realize that the canister was facing him and not Katie. He coughed as soon as the chemical touched him. "No, wait. I ..." he said, before getting slammed with a new sensation. What made a man sluttier? He soon found out, as an uncontrollable lust gripped him. His smile turned into a leer, when he looked at Katie. A moment ago, he just wanted to mess around with her, corrupt her thoughts and such. Now, he just wanted to fuck her.
Without a second thought, he tossed the SLUTTY canister spray to his right and leapt across his desk right at Katie.
She screamed as he made contact and pushed her to the floor. "Stop screaming, you bitch!" he yelled, pulling her skirt off and then ripping away her panties.
Katie looked at him with terror. He was going to rape her! "Help! Help me!" she yelled as loudly as she could. It was barely past five o'clock. There must have been someone there who could hear her. "Help! He's ra ..."
Greg slapped his hand over her mouth. "What did I say about screaming, bitch?" Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
At first Katie was dismayed, because of what she knew was going to happen. But the more she looked at Greg's male member, the more she felt lucky at these turn-of-events. This was what she wanted, right? It's all she could think about earlier. But then reality set back in. No! she thought. I'm not like that! I've got to fight these feelings!
She bit down on his hand, which caused him to jump back from her. "Argh!" he yelled in pain.
Then she began yelling for help again. Someone must have been there to hear her. She prayed that someone was there.
