Late Night Devil

The Strange Costumer

It was a normal Monday morning when she got up and, like every morning, annoyed and listless, poured her coffee into the cup because she was late. She knew that the boss didn't like it when she was late. Even if it was just a small company that apparently did import and export business, she needed the job. She thought for a moment before she opened the door to her boss's anteroom and hoped that he wouldn't notice that she was 5 minutes late, but there he was already standing and complaining to her..." Well, overslept again or was the cock from the landlord too deep in it again? Finally get going, I want the lists on my table in 10 minutes and make coffee. We get a visit from a customer, so behave yourself and do something right!" Humiliated, she sat down at her table, cursed inside and wondered why she lets this be done with her and why she still works here with the guy at all.

When he's not complaining or screaming, he grabs her ass or leaves other comments that are simply humiliating. Some time passed until the door opened and 3 gentlemen dressed in a suit entered the office. She was surprised because something didn't seem quite right about the 3 men. They seemed distant, cold and watching but at the same time so close that it was unpleasant. The fact that they were put in expensive suits helped to see something over it, that they did not fit into this world, but the tattoo that flashed out from under the sleeve of the second man made them a little suspicious. Neither the way they moved, nor the way they looked around fit.

One of the men walked friendly towards her and asked politely..." Hello lady, is the managing director here? We have a meeting with him." Confused about how friendly the man was despite the robust and rough-looking appearance, she nodded and said: "Yes, give me a moment, I'll register you briefly." Even before she could pick up her phone, she saw the tattooed man walk past her, open the door and go to the boss's office. Without a word, the other two stopped in front of the door of the office and spread out in the room, with their hands in front of the hips and shoulder-width feet they looked even more threatening than they already did. It took a moment before you heard something banging and she wanted to get up, but she immediately felt the hand of one of the men on her shoulder, which pushed her into the chair and heard: "No, rather stay seated. That was certainly just a chair that tipped over. You know, negotiations can get heated."

It took a while before the door opened and the unknown man came out. She saw that he was wearing his jacket in his hand and the sleeves were rolled up, she saw the dark blue shirt as it shimmers slightly in the morning sun that fell through the window. Now she also saw the tattoo that went over the man's forearm. It was a knife with a banner or something in that direction, but she couldn't see more, because the boss came out of his office at that moment and drove her.

He urged her to where the list is and she should finally do her fucking work. She saw the man stop and turn around. The boss frozed and didn't say a word more when the man opened his mouth and asked him in a calm voice if he talks to all his employees like that and if it was a good tone to harass them. She and her boss were visibly surprised how the man knew this, especially since neither he nor one of the two companions were ever here. It was felt that the boss became restless and his voice now sounded meek and submissive. Quietly he said: "Of course not my lord. Forgive me, it will never happen again." The man replied: "Right, it won't. She is now working for me." He walked up to her and she now saw him up close. The slightly opened shirt at the top, the chain hanging around his neck, the short-shorn hair and the short trimmed beard... she even smelled the light note of a perfume that he wore on himself.

She looked him in the eyes and wondered what he thought. He looked at them, but not like the boss. He was not lustful or even suggestive.

It was more of a pattern looking through her and despite the warm season and her deeper neckline on her blouse, he did not look at her female curves but directly into her eyes. He stretched out his hand to her and gently put his fingers on her chin and asked: "What's your name little one?" Surprised, she said: "Cassy." He smiles just before his face darkened again and said: "Pretty name. Pack your thing and come with me. It's time for you to work decently and no...you have no choice." He straightened up and walked to the door. Just before he went through it, he lifted his right hand with his index finger raised and let it circle, with the words: "In 5 minutes down in front of the building, the black SUV." The men followed him and she wondered why he had made this gesture, but didn't think too long. She grabbed her stuff and followed the man, even if she didn't know why she was doing it.

As she arrived downstairs and left the elevator, she saw through the glass door as the man got into the SUV, actually one of 3 SUVs. In addition, she noticed as on the first and last vehicle, a man stood who hid a hand under his jacket and looked around. She went to the middle SUV and got into the car to the man and another man closed the door before he sat down in the passenger seat. It was only in the vehicle that she noticed that it looked noble. White leather seats and wooden interior, not a dust fiber was visible and she realized that the men were wearing something under their shirts when she saw the jackets bulging.