LOGINAislinn had been walking as fast as she could. She was just praying that she could reach her crappy apartment before Derrick could get his act together. It was only a ten minute walk from the bar but if he got in his car relatively quickly he'd be able to catch up.
When Derrick pulled in front of her, cutting her off, she knew that she was in trouble. Aislinn headed for the other side of the road as Derrick got out and followed her. "Hey Ais, are you sure you don't want a ride?" he slurred. God, I wonder how much he drank tonight? Aislinn's mind raced. He was between her and her apartment. Just one more block. Momentarily she thought she might be able to get around him. She was rather quick. Then there was the other option. He had tried this once before. She had cold cocked him and he had left her alone for a week. "Do you want me to hit you again?" "You bitch," he said with a wicked glare. "You really do think you're too good for me. I'll teach you this time." Aislinn set herself up in a defensive stance. As Derrick got closer she balled her hands into fists and punched him square in the face. Derrick grunted, but managed to catch himself just before he fell over. "Damn bitch!" he said, spitting out blood. "You on steroids or something?" Aislinn took the opportunity to try and run around him but he yanked a black boxlike thing out of his pocket and caught her in the side with it as she tried to run. Aislinn felt the electric shock shoot through her body. Suddenly everything spun and she lost control of her legs. She found herself lying on the ground in confusion, unable to move and staring up at Derrick. He held up the black box and pushed a button so that she could see what he had done. Electricity jumped across the electrodes on the end of the taser. Derrick smiled an evil smile. "I bet you feel just as good unconscious as not." A low growl caught Derrick's attention and he turned around but all he could see were shadows down the street. He figured he needed to work quick before the stun wore off. Derrick shocked Aislinn again for good measure and shoved the taser back in his pocket. He had something more permanent in the car to deal with her. But he had to carry her over there. Another growl caught his attention and he looked behind him to see that guy Aislinn had been waiting on standing there out of nowhere. The guy didn't say anything and his face was shadowed where he stood with a street lamp behind him. "Mind your own business," Derrick spit at him and headed for his car with Aislinn slung over his shoulder. Cullen lost it. He couldn't believe the wretch would still be trying to get away with this even after being caught. He stepped up and knocked Derrick's feet out from under him. As Derrick fell, Cullen grabbed Aislinn and pulled her to himself. The stun was starting to wear off and she looked up into his face. His eyes were like molten pools of amber. It was almost hypnotic. They seemed to swim between dark brown almost black and glowing gold. Derrick stood up swearing and pulled the taser out again. He headed toward Cullen and Aislinn and jabbed the device at them. Cullen took the shock in his arm and then shook his head at the guy. Derrick finally figured out that this was not going to go his way. He turned and made a dash for his car but somehow Cullen was there first. Derrick tried the taser again but Cullen only grunted as the shock went through him and grabbed Derrick by the wrist that was holding the gun. There was a disgusting crunching sound and Derrick's screaming as Cullen's hand squeezed around Derrick's wrist and the bones gave under the pressure. Aislinn was still a bit dazed as she watched Cullen beat Derrick to the ground and then toss the guy in the backseat of his car. Then as if nothing had happened, Cullen came walking over to her. "Are you sure you don't want that ride home?" he asked. Aislinn swallowed deliberately. She just didn't get it. "Why did you do that?" Cullen watched her. She still wasn't afraid of him. This little human girl had just been attacked and watched him throttle her boss. He knew that she had seen his eyes turn. He's almost gone all the way. The alcohol was warping his sense of control. "I don't really know," he said honestly. Cullen knew that Keith was watching from the truck. He could see the black SUV down the road a ways. "That ride?" he asked again. "I just live a block down from here." "Then I'll walk you." It wasn't an offer. Aislinn could tell from the tone in his voice that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. She took a deep breath. "Fine, it's this way." Cullen walked with her toward her apartment building. "I think you need a new job." Aislin harrumphed at him. "Yhea, well you gonna give me one? Here's my resume. College dropout with minimal bartending experience seeks nice stable job not working for an ass." She refused to look at him and he knew there were tears in her eyes from the shaky way she finished the statement. "Alright, you're hired," he said. She stopped and looked at him incredulously. "Are you for real?" Now he could see the glassy eyes. He wasn't sure if it had been his question or everything that had just happened that had caused her to be suddenly upset but he didn't like the idea that it might be his fault. "What do you mean?" she persisted when he didn't explain himself. "I have some influence with a number of different businesses in town. I can give you a job. Secretary, waitress if you really want." Aislinn wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. "Who are you? Superman?" Cullen chuckled and one corner of his mouth turned up in that amused smile he'd been wearing off and on all night. "I prefer Batman. I don't think I could pull off red and blue tights and Batman had better toys." Aislinn shook her head. "I think you've done enough for me at this point," she said cautiously. Cullen rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. "Why is it that people never do the smart thing when it's right in front of them? Look, I'm just offering you a legitimate job. You shouldn't have to put up with a creep like that." Aislinn glared at him. What right did he have to be angry with her? It's not like she'd asked for his help. "And what about the other girls there? You gonna give all the people working for Derrick jobs elsewhere? Why are you so concerned with me?"Sitting behind the console, she finally caught her breath. The clock showed 12:15. That couldn't be right she thought. She had started her rounds at 12:05, it took 8 minutes to make the circuit. She had timed it. Plus, the time to get back in to the shack, and get settled, it didn't make any sense. She shook her head. Like tonight made any sense at all.The rest of her shift was quiet, and she was soon home in bed. She woke up feeling hornier than she had in years. She took stripped off her night shirt and panties and took her small vibrator out of the nightstand. She turned it on and began to slowly run it across her sex. Her other hand went to her breasts, starting to tease her nipples as she thought about last night. The vibrator was soon inside her, working it in and out. It had always been perfect before, but now it seemed completely inadequate. She managed to coax an orgasm from her body, more from her mind replaying last night's events than the vibrator. She got out of bed and
"Perhaps if you told me what it was you were searching for, I could be of assistance," the voice, a deep rich bass almost rumbled.She pointed the light at the source of the voice, and again she was illuminating the statue. Someone must be hiding behind it she thought, starting to move back towards the path to the guard shack keeping the light focused on the statue."That's a bit bright, might I ask you to lower it a bit," the voice said, and she watched in some combination of shock and horror as the statue's arm moved up to shield his eyes.Her brain was caught in a loop. Should she run? Scream? Call 911? Call for help on the radio? What would she tell them if she did? A marble statue of Hercules was talking to her, and oh by the way, I'm not even sure I should be here?Her hand quivered, and she lowered the flashlight."Thank you," the statue said and began walking towards her, "now, how may I be of assistance?"He was definitely walking towards her, she realized, her brain working
"Nothing I can think of at the moment, and thank you," Janet replied.She made her way back to the car and headed home.Sunday rolled around, and she headed to work for the first time in months. The gate guards checked her ID and waved her through, and she was parking in the employee lot at 7:45 pm. A Toyota minivan had joined the Toyota Camry that had been in the lot before. She knocked on the guard shack door, Danny was behind the desk, he shook his head "no" at her then pointed towards the door. She put her finger on the sensor like Ty had and the scramble pad came to life. She tapped in her pin and heard the metallic click of the door unlocking."Sorry," Danny offered by way of explanation as she came in the door, "but everyone has to sign in and out, no piggybacking.""No worries, I'll try and remember that."A Hispanic woman was sitting at the table, she rose as Janet closed the door and extended her hand."I'm Maggie, nice to meet you."Janet took the proffered hand, looking th
It was maybe 15 feet on each side, the front and half of each side was all glass, giving an unobstructed view of the approach, the gate and the parking lot. The windows stopped at a heavy looking metal door and the rest of what she could see was solid. Ty made his way to the door on the side closest to the gate. He pressed his index finger against a pad. A scramble pad came to life and he tapped in a code. He opened the door, ushering her inside. A desk ran the length of the room under the windows, it was lined with monitors all showing what appeared to be CCTV feeds from around the property. A middle-aged black man, dressed similarly to Ty sat at a keyboard, eyes scanning the various displays, out the window, then back to the displays."This is Danny, part of our day shift team.""Nice to meet you Danny, I'm Janet."Danny looked up and returned the smile, "Welcome to the team."There was a table in the middle of the room with a chair on each side, and two doors along the backwall wit
"Yeah, I've been working with him for almost 6 years now. He does what he says. The interactions I've had with his staff, well, they all seem to love him. I deal with a mixed bag, but he's one of my favorites. Good guy all the way around.""When do I have to decide?""Well, he's actually who I'm meeting with at 1, I was hoping I could tell him one way or another, and it's TOTALLY cool if you say no."She thought for a minute...what the hell, "I'll do it.""Awesome, I really hope this works out.""Me too."He glanced at his watch, "but now, I have to get you home so I can get across town for my meeting and deliver the good news".Back at her apartment Janet proofread the cover letter one last time and sent it off. No sense putting all her eggs in one basket after all. She was laying on the couch reading when her phone dinged at her to announce a text."Can you start this Sunday night?""Sure.""When are you free to do all the paperwork?""Tomorrow afternoon, ok?""1pm?""ok""814 Webb
Janet's temporary job comes with some unexpected benefits.Enjoy..*****Janet wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. A nice hot shower was always a good start to the day she thought as she picked her phone up from the nightstand and sat on the edge of her bed.There was a text from her older brother Tyler."Free for lunch?""Sure.""I'll pick you up at 12. Any luck.""No""Sorry, but I might have something for you, tell you about it at lunch.""OK, see you then."She set the phone down and proceeded to get dressed. Putting on a pair of black shorts and a white tank top, then headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She pulled out her laptop, scrolling through various job boards as she ate her yogurt and English muffin.Things had been going so well she thought. She had landed a job at an exciting start up fresh out of school. Even as the junior person on the small marketing team she had been making decisions and pitching ideas, a level of responsibility she would







