Night Guard Jobs Novels & Stories

“Until my daughter disappeared from her bed? You people had her here under your protection and she just vanished?” Security from the night shift was brought in quickly, the two guards looking nervous and exhausted. They stood in the hallway, shifting on their feet. “So what the hell happened while you were in duty last night?!” Roderick asked impatiently, his frustrations were written all over his face. “Nothing unusual last night, sir.” one said. “We did our rounds and made sure there was no unauthorized person on the floor. We didn’t notice anything.” Roderick’s laugh was bitter and cold, it sent chills to their spine.

It’s a violation of the country's law. “Yes, young master. Our senior employee backed her up. She’s a working student, that's why she took the night shift and went home by midnight.” “Midnight? She’s working until midnight?” I was still shocked when the security guard nodded at me. “Sometimes she works until three. But every Friday night, she finished the night shift. Sometimes she worked 24hours on weekends. She’s a nice and industrious kid—" My jaw dropped down. I can’t utter a word. I don’t even understand what the security guard said. Just how in the world was she able to endure all of this?”

I glanced over at the office window and noticed a sign there that said they were looking for workers. I'll cut this short. Since I lived in the park, I got a job as the 'night ranger'- no gun involved, which was fine with me. There would also be some daytime duty in the fire tower. The fire danger was so high that they'd put it back in service. The pay was tiny, and I was incredibly overqualified, but I didn't care; I was on my way back up.

Most of them were at dinner or resting before night duty. I overheard a maid speaking to a cook in a hallway. “The night guard’s roster is thin until moonrise, cook says they’re short-staffed after the border skirmish.” “Quiet,”the cook hissed, noticing me. “The walls have ears.” That night I lay in bed thinking about everything I had learned.

The bodyguards which he hired, assisted him in moving the luggage. That night when Warren was off duty, he went to rest in his room at the Stargaze Hotel. The perks with being a bodyguard for a super rich heir was really awesome. He could even sleep at the hotel he didn't want to stay at previously when he was the owner. It was many times more luxurious than the place Warren was renting at that moment. Warren sat cross legged on his bed when he heard a knock on his door at midnight. "Your shift is on!" a voice shouted. Warren knew his shift was from midnight until 5 am. He had to make sure that no one could come close to Emile White when he was on duty. After all, Miss Miller paid him genero

She was living hand to mouth. "Now, I'm thinking of considering that job, Alina," she said to Alina, while giving the order chit to Jameel, who stood on the counter as well. Jameel took the chit and went in the kitchen as Sheharzaad once again retarded onto the stool beside the counter. "What job?" Alina asked. "Umm..... I don't know what it is. But it's of night... like night shift. From 11 p.m to 4 in the morning,"

"No one in or out till morning. Tell the others, eyes open, mouths shut." She nodded, no questions. She had been with us since Cici was in diapers, knew the drill without the words. Outside, I caught the guard on his circuit, a burly guy named Jax with a scar across his knuckles. "Double the watch," I ordered. "Anything moves that ain't us, you light it up." He grunted affirmation, tapping his earpiece as he relayed the order to the team. The night air hit me sharp, carrying the distant hum of the city, but up here in the hills, it felt isolated. Vulnerable.

How crazy can a night-shift nurse really be? Only those who have lived through it know. My name is Landon Weasley, and I'm a medical doctor, fresh out of graduate school. After I graduated, I didn't take a position at one of the major city hospitals, as most of my peers did. Instead, I returned to my hometown and took a job at a private hospital there. The hospital director promised me a promotion to deputy director after one year of service. If it hadn't been for that promise, I wouldn't have come back. But I believed him.

"So she's kind of your husband's slave, once removed." I laughed. "That's a good way of expressing it. She's not usually allowed to cum every day until she's made Master orgasm first." "The four of you sleep together in this bed?" "Two nights a week. Rhonda works five nights a week, and sleeps in her own bed the following days so she's not disturbed." "What kind of work does she do?" "I'd prefer not to say," I replied. "It's okay, Domina," Rhonda said. "I'm a police officer. We prefer to keep that information protected, so I'd ask you not spread it around."

She thought, remembering the scene of last night. She was just coming in from work around 9pm in the night, well, that was her last job. She work as a waiter in a restaurant during the day time, and work as a nanny from noon till the time the parent of the children arrive from work. Until then, will she be able to close for the day. A close by neighbor helped her secure the job and she has been forever grateful. She had been coping with the two jobs, which has been giving her some money apart from the ones that Brittany sends to her. She can’t depend on Brittany alone so she had to work. She entered the room only to meet the shock of her life. A man dressed in black wearing a nose mask and f