Milk the Milkman

Day 1

The moment I've started this job nothing panicked me more than the first time I saw an anomaly; its distorted face staring at me through the glass wall, as it stepped closer and closer and urged me to let it in, its breath fogging up the window.
I was frozen, all I could do was fall to the ground and grab my clothes in front of my chest, I shut my eyes tight and just listened as it banged on the wall over and over again.
My breath became short and my eyes began to fill up with tears, my throat became rasp as my screams slowly became the new quite.  

Over time I began to become used to encountering these demons, they became more and more familiar and their threats only sounded like child play to me. Sometimes though it would be hard to tell if they were the neighbours or not, sometimes they would be identical, I was so close to letting them in, but something always made me double check. 

The job slowly became boring and I started toying with the little shits. I'd talk to them and make them believe I thought they were the neighbours, their smirks getting the better of them, but I wasn't that stupid, I was just lonely and needed something to make my job more exhilarating, sometimes I'd edge the button that would allow them in, their smiling growing wider and wider, but patience wasn't their best strength and they'd end up revealing themselves. 

Francis came in, he looked the same as always. 

"Hey Francis, how's it going?"
"good how about you?" he handed me his entry slip and ID. 
"good good, how's work?" 
"You know, the same," he paused and scratched his chin, "just milk..." he went quite and stared at me. 
He looked the same as always, dark circles, plain uniform but his ID had one wrong number, I'm smarter than that. 
"really? couldn't have guessed," I leaned back in my chair and grinned at him, "anyways lets talk." he was just another demon I could toy with, I was his god now, toying with his life. 
"Oh, yeah uhm sure," he covered his mouth, I could see his long tongue from here that escaped his mouth while he licked his lips.
"So, how ya feeling?" the conversations were always awkward but I loved watching them as they grew more and more excited and impatient. 
"hungry, I'm real hungry," he looked at me and gave a soft smile, I couldn't help but feel butterflies. 
"Right, for?" 
He stepped closer and closer towards the glass and pressed a hand against the window. "Do you really wanna know darling?" 
"Obviously, maybe I could treat you to dinner." 
He licked his lips and looked at me up and down, I could see his answer from a mile away;
it was me and my flesh, using my blood as his wine, every other dopple ganger has said the same.
"You darling, I would love to taste you," his long tongue licking his teeth now. 
"So surprising," I said sarcastically, I was about to press the emergency button but he paused me in his tracks. 
"I would love to see how my tongue would feel against your lips, not like I'd care which one, but I just want to give you pleasure and see your eyes roll back, I want to see your legs spread in front of mine while I eat every part of you and leave no crumbs like a wolf to a lamb." 
I could only look at him in disbelief, my eyes wondered and I couldn't help but look at him.
I saw a bulge arise from him, it grew bigger and bigger, I could only imagine the girth of it in my mouth, my mind created thoughts of him, how good it would feel in me. 
FUCK I was getting side tracked but I didn't want to kill him, not after that. 
"Francis, or whatever you are, get out, I don't wanna kill you, just say you had a milk emergency and you have to go out again, get out of my sight!" I covered my face and yelled. 
"You just made me have a milk emergency love," he walked out giggling to himself.