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Click here"Not yet, but I may do so." She took a deep breath, then continued. "This afternoon during a break, I made a quick trip to the restroom and returned to my seat. All eleven men were standing at the back of the room speaking quietly. I could tell they were trading jokes with each other because there was laughter, then a few moments of one man speaking, then more laughter. I'm sure you understand when I tell you the type of laughter I heard. I couldn't help it, James. I started getting wet because I knew what they were talking about, it was as if I was being stimulated, simply from hearing the way they laughed."
James sat and listened to Cathy talk. A muscle on the side of his face showed he was flexing his jaw. What kind of men was this company hiring? There was some very aggressive restructuring taking place. Was that a harbinger of growth or future failure?
"The a ... the man who sits beside me, shares the long table where I usually sit. He was almost the last one to return to his seat when the speaker walked back into the room. After the speaker had presented his portion of the program, he asked if there were any questions. I was looking across the room at someone asking a question, when suddenly the notebook in front of me and a stack of papers slid to the floor around me. I turned to pick up the notebook. It happened so fast. The man sitting beside me put his hand on my knee and said, "I'll get it," just as I was bending over. I didn't let him. I mean, I leaned over to pick up the notebook. His hand went all the way up my skirt. I was so shocked I stood and he jerked my panties down, tearing them, actually ripping them off me, and then he tossed them across the room."
"Bastard," James breathed the word and did not get a similar comment from Cathy.
"I stood there, in shock I guess, watching my panties being tossed about the room. Each man who caught them either lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath or licked the inside of the crotch."
Cathy held up her hand to keep her husband from saying anything, "When I looked the speaker had left the room. I turned to the man beside me and said in a voice he could not avoid hearing that I expected him to pick up my study materials and see they were placed in my office. I picked up my briefcase and left the room."
James was shaking his head, "And now, you still have one more day of this conference, don't you?"
"Yes. In the morning, I am going to be the first person in that room. If I must, I will stare down every man there. I have one more day of sitting in a room with eleven men who have not given me one ounce of respect." Cathy lowered her feet to the floor and sat up straight. "I have one opportunity to establish myself as deserving of the position for which I've been hired. Tell me, what do I say, or how do I prove I am not intimidated by the actions of some very immature men who do not deserve my respect?"
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Ah, dear reader,what advice are you going to give your wife about tomorrow's meeting? You, who love your wife and want her to succeed in her career. Please visit my bio page and leave Cathy your advice.
The MC should have delivered a hard, open-handed slap across the face of the pervert who assaulted her at the meeting.
Because, you know, striking the face with a closed fist could result in a "boxer's fracture" to her hand.
Wow! I scan a lot of Literotica stories, but this was riveting and thought-provoking in the extreme, great writing.
That is assault. 911. Hopefully, they taped the proceedings. Obviously the wimp husband will not find the guy, blacken both eyes, and break his nose for her.
I'd tell her the next time anyone of those pricks says or does anything remotely sexual towards her, to curl up her fist and punch him right in the nose as hard as she can.
She left out the part about her having intercourse obviously .
She's a whore .
This is a complete inversion of what is happening in corporate America. The reality is that women get unearned hires and promotions and get to make false allegations about "harassment" and "discrimination" without consequences.
and tell the emergency response coordinator you have just been sexually assaulted and require immediate assistance. Stay on the line with the coordinator until police officers are on the scene. The perpetrator, along with the creep who has your ripped panties, will go directly to jail.
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I couldn't help feel that this submission was not accurately tagged...it was more of a plea for advice from readers. I mean that's fine, but doesn't realy sit in the LW genre. As to the apparent dilemma faced by the wife, I would have recorded the conversations surrounding the sexist bullshit that was being, and the ripped panties incident could only be interpreted as sexual assault. I guess it would come down to a moral decision the wife would have to make....to become a semi-reluctant participant in on-going sexual harrassment (which could well be interpreted as condoning such behaviour) or taking the moral high ground, and resigning from her position for cause. I would take this same view if those dirtbags started the same sick behaviour with a male. They are fucking scum. The trouble with both shit and cream is they both float to the top. The trick is deciding which is which, and then what an individual is prepared to do.
...and it true it is very rare now. But I know plenty of men who still think this way and want to behave this way, but know they can't get away with it. From that point of view, I see the legitimacy to this story.
My advice to her would be, "Forget your gender, fight with every tool you have. Bring HR into the room, have them lecture the boys, set a recorder in front of you, and promise to bring charges against the next asshole that behaves unprofessionally." It is my experience that this type of man is a frightened, insecure, half a man. Promise each of them that her husband will be having a talk with them and she will be talking with their wives. It's called "the nuclear option" and exactly what these fools require.