''You asked for it.'' He says, in a hard deep tone, while I can feel the warm breath coming out of his mouth, onto the exposed skin on the back of my ear. ''N-not here... not with guests over.'' You say, with a stuttering low voice. ''No problem, hmm? I'll just have to make you stay silent. And if you don't, I'll go harsher with every squeak that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours.'' He says, in a low but firm voice. He grabs you by the waist with one hand and with his other hand he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and holds your jaw. His thumb is placed on your cheek and he softly pets your cheek moving in circular movements. "Show me how much of a good girl you can be, hmm?"
RIIING!!!
You fastly click the alarm off in a rush and end up making it fall to the floor. "Ah..." It was just a wet dream. I struggle opening my eyes, so I lay down gently rubbing them with my hands that are formed as fists. You can't seem to stop thinking about the dream. It felt so good, his dominance, whoever this was. God, I'm lonely. I couldn't be able to even think straight if someone called me their 'good girl'.
After a few minutes, I finally manage to open them. I place my feet on the floor while stretching my arms out and yawning. I take myself to the bathroom while still being drowsy and slowly undress to take a shower. After the shower, I lay out my clothes for the day on the bed to change: A neat white blouse, long black blazer with matching black buttons on them, a black tie, a black tight skirt, a dark panythose with a pair of leather black shoes. I go to the kitchen to grab my motorcycle keys and my bag. I leave my little apartment.
I make my way to a café for a quick breakfast before heading off to work. I enter the bakery, seeming to be in a rush. After I order and I'm on my way to head out, I never would have guessed this is where my life would take a big twist. I accidentally bump into a tall, muscular man because of all the rush I was in. I drop my hot drink all over the floor, all over my clothes. "Ah! Ngh-" The tall man offers you his hand, after you fell down to the floor. You take it and once you're fully standing again, you look him in the eyes. You both don't stop eye contact, and you can feel the fluttered butterflies in your stomach. You could literally drown in those bright blue eyes of his. He had white hair and a long white beard, red with yellow combinated clothes and an amazing muscular body.
"Do you always do this when meeting someone?" He says with a laughing voice. "Wh- No? And THANK YOU for spilling my drink?? Ugh." You say with an annoyed sarcastic voice. You bend over to grab the cup that dropped and throw it in the trash can. You look back, seeing the man cleaning the mess on the floor. Afterwards, he walks up to you, looking down at you. He bends over to be closer to you and you can feel a flush appearing on your face. "What are you-" He drops the used pieces of kitchen paper down the garbage can without breaking eye contact while you are standing there awkwardly, thinking he was about to kiss you. "Hmm? The garbage can was behind you, dumbass." He says while laughing. "Don't call me dumbass unless you wanna see who's really the dumbass." You say back, in a voice that tells him you're not playing around. "Ahah! You're so funny, please. YOU were the one who bumped into me." He says while backing off a bit. "Psh. Whatever. Thank you for WASTING MY TIME grandpa."
You make your way to the door, but as soon as you place your hand on the door, you feel some other hand on top of it to stop you. "Maybe it won't be that much of a waste anymore if I got to see you ever again." He says, in a deep seductive voice. "Yeah, probably not since you'll be DEAD soon old man." You slap his hand off of yours and walk out.
(A bit later that day)
I'm finally here, at my future new job. I enter the tall building and make my way to the reception. "Excuse me? I'm here for my interview with Mr. Nicholas." You say, loud enough for the lady at the reception to hear you. "Ah, yes! And you must be..." She looks at her computer, typing something up, and then looks back at you. "Miss l/n!" She says, with a wide smile on her face. "Yes, that's me. The appointment is at 11 o'clock." She looks back at her computer and starts typing again. "Hmm..it says here that you have to go to the 5th floor and then to your left. There you will see a man that will help you further along. Yes?" She opens a drawer to her right and looks through a bunch of papers that are organized in a neat way. She grabs one of them and hands it over to you. "Ah..thank you very much." You say with a little smirk forming on your face. "You are more than welcome!" You head over to the elevator.
You step out of the elevator on the 5th floor. Now...to the left? You walk to the left and see a man just a bit taller than you in a uniform. "Hello. I am here for Mr. Nicholas." He looks at you while smiling and points to the left. "The last room on the right, there he'll be. I'll walk with you, yes?" You look to the room he's pointing at. "Hmm, thank you." He looks at you and grins. "No problem." He says.
He knocks on the door that "Mr Nicholas" his office seems to be at. "Yes?" A man answers from inside the room. "It's miss l/n. She's here for an interview with you, sir." 'Oh, come in." The man answers. The door opens and you walk in with your hands on your bag. And then, it hits you. Oh no... him?!? And there he is, the man that y/n saw earlier that morning, the guy that bumped into y/n.
"Ahah...You???" He says. "Y-yes sir...I'm very sorry for how I was to you earlier." You say, in a stuttering voice. "Ah, well it's fine. Guess the world wanted us to meet again, right?" You try hard not to roll your eyes while he says that. You stay silent, waiting for him to continue. "Ahem. Right.. So. Take a seat."
You slowly sit down avoiding eye contact. You can feel his eyes on you. "So. Y/n L/n, right?" He says while looking down at some papers placed on his desk. "Y-yes.." You say, looking down at your shoes trying hard not to turn red like a tomato of embarrassment. "Listen, L/n. Eye contact with your customers will be playing a big role in this job. So if you want the job, make sure to know the basics." He says, smiling. This piece of shit. "Right. Sorry sir." You say, finally meeting his eyes again for the second time today. "Hmm. Good girl." Did he just.. "I- You-" You try finishing your sentence, but you're too speechless to do so. "Listen y/n. Let's just test out real quick if you'll be suitable for this job, hmm? We wouldn't want to be a bad girl this year for 5th of December, huh? I'll have to punish you for what you did earlier." He seductively says. You feel your cheeks glowing red and you suddenly feel your body heating up. He stands up from his chair, walking up to you. Then he bends over to you and places his hand on your jaw while looking at your lips. "Be a good girl for me."
His lips press onto yours, and you start making out. He grabs you by your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls you up and you wrap your legs around his waist so he can put you on his desk. He does so and then you both lay down on the wooden dark brown table. He grips both of your hands by the wrists with one hand and drags them over your head. Your upper few buttons of your blouse unbuttoned. "Let's see how good you can be, hmm?"
