"I will repeat myself one time. Let. Her. Go." The customer is dressed the same as you saw him before, with his trench coat. He takes a step forward and places his first boot on the concrete step. You are still pinned to the wall but at least the drunken man has stopped actively trying to grope you. You look at the customer and he strikes you as a character out of an old time western, trench coat billowing in the wind. Showing up in the nick of time to save the damsel from some roughian.
The drunken man seems to be emboldened by the liquid courage inside himself, "so what. You are going to stop me? You're going to come up here and try to save this slut? She's practically soaked down here. She's all primed and ready to go, maybe you can join us when we are done. Have our sloppy seconds eh? Or you can try and stop me. Get your ass kicked. And have a nice nap in a ditch. Choice is yours dude." The drunken man turns away from the customer and returns his attention to you, "now where were we? That's right I'm gonna get these panties out of the way and explore your pussy." His hand groping your pelvis reaches up to grab your silk panties and you see motion out of the corner of your eye.
The customer's hand goes into his trench coat and something flashes out. Faster than your eyes can track and you hear a thunderous crack. You see blood shoot out of the drunken man's face as there is a massive gash across his neck and cheek. The drunken man reels back, releasing you and clutching his bleeding face.
"What the Fuck was that? What the fuck dude! I'm just having some fucking fun. Fuck!" Screams the drunken man.
Without a word you see a whip. A no shit whip, return beneath the trench coat and the customer quickly advances up the stairs. When he reaches you the drunken man tries to throw a punch at him but it is a wild, drunken swing. The customer blocks it with ease and places a solid kick to the stomach of the drunken man, sending him flying into your neighbors apartment with people yelling and shouting. You shimmy your jeans back up so you are no longer exposed and you hear your neighbor and his friends getting angry about the rude treatment of their fellow.
"Do you trust me?" Asks the customer.
"Uhm. Yes. Sir?" You respond still in a daze.
"Then come with me," he holds his hand out for you to grab.
He guides you down the stairs of your apartment and quickly to his running car. It's dark out so you can't make out much. But you can definitely see the hood ornament, it looks like a woman with her arms outstretched clothes billowing behind her. He brings you around to the passenger side, opens your door and guides you inside. After you're in you see some of your neighbors friends coming down the stairs to confront the customer. A few words seem to be exchanged but you can't hear them from inside the car. You then watch the customer point his finger at each man individually, like he's pointing a finger gun at them, then he calmly enters the car and you both drive off.
You fidget in your seat, not because you are uncomfortable but because you are now in a complete strangers car. And you are sure your phone is broken. No one knows where you are and you are terrified of returning to your apartment.
"Are you cold?" Asks Sir.
"No... I'm just. Just in shock is all," you stumble over your words and feel the adrenaline of your recent attack starting to wear off. You are exhausted. Such a long day, so much has happened, and now driving in this very comfortable car with an incredibly polite man, who's name you still don't know. You languidly look at him and try again to ask him his name, but it comes out all jumbled and mumbled as you fall asleep.
You wake up still in the car, your seat has been laid as far back as possible, a very warm and soft blanket is laid over you and you rub your feet together, realizing you aren't wearing shoes. You panic slightly trying to remember what all had happened. You vaguely remember work, your manager being mad at you. The nice customer asking you on a date. The attack at your apartment. And finally you remember you are in Sir's car. He's on the phone talking to someone and hasn't noticed you are awake. You try to take stock of your surroundings since you don't know what his intentions are. You see several bags in the back of his car, the area outside of the car seems remote and you feel isolated, nervous, scared but also at ease. This man has been nothing but a perfect gentleman. You clear your throat to notify him that you are awake.
"Ah. I have to go, my date is awake at last," he says politely to whoever he was on the phone with.
You can vaguely hear a woman's voice on the line, "very well Sir. We will make sure the tasks are completed and I hope you have a wonderful night".
He's talking to another woman while you are asleep in his car? What a sleeze bag! You put your seat up and glance at him, "so uh. Who was that?"
"Jenifer, my secretary. Taking care of work while you were asleep, I hope you aren't too upset, I guessed your measurements and got you some clothes, if you'd still like to have our date. I know things have not gone according to plan tonight." He says politely trying to put you at ease.
You reach back and see some of the bags there's a cornucopia of different clothing options. With shoes included! How much did this stranger just spend? As you keep rifling through all the stuff you see a phone box near the bottom. You hold it up for him to see.
He laughs quietly, "ah yes. I saw the... condition of your phone. I figure if you'd like to follow up our date there needs to be a way to communicate with you. Don't worry, you only need to change your SIM card out. All your contacts and whatnot should port over just fine".
So this guy. Doesn't tell you his name. Kicked a drink muscle heads ass. Bought you a bunch of clothes and a new phone. Oh and he has a freakin whip. A WHIP. He has to be a serial killer. He has to be. No one does this. No one.
"Who are you?" You ask in confusion and are fairly impressed with how he's behaved.
"I told you that you could just call me Sir," he says with a disarming smile. "So what do you say? Would you like to have our date?"
"Uh. I Uhm. I guess... sir? But I need to get changed."
"Of course I'll pull over and let you get changed. I didn't buy any makeup, I didn't know what kind you prefer."
He pulls off the side of the road and steps out of the car to give you privacy. The cool air enters the car, not unpleasant but cool enough you'd prolly want a light jacket at least. You find a cute outfit and change into it, nice jeans with a comfy fit (they hug your ass pretty dang well which is a surprise), a cute t-shirt with a band name you've never heard of on it, and a hoodie that is nice and fluffy. You look in the mirror of the car and see your makeup actually wasn't messed up by your neighbor. All in all the outfit he picked out has you looking like the iconic 'girl next door' and the running shoes you put on are very comfy. After you are changed you see him waiting outside the car for you. Slowly you exit the vehicle and realize you are actually at a cute little coastal town area. The view is incredible, even at night. Across the water you see lights from a nearby city and the lapping of water is calming and puts you at ease.
"Care to go for a walk?" He asks politely.
You didn't expect to go on a walk for your first date but your outfit works for it and you begin having small talk and idle chit chat. He is very interested in your life, what you do, how you enjoy your job, blah blah blah. Whenever you ask a question about him he is rather vague and mysterious, you have to admit to yourself the mystery of him is pretty attractive and all the events of the day have you feeling pretty relaxed around him. Maybe even aroused.
"So, Sir. Do you do this thing normally? Do you find some random girl working in fast food, then try to make all their dreams come true? I bet, Sir, that after all of this you want them indebted to you, don't you? Some sort of power trip huh," You didn't realize just how angry you are starting to sound and immediately feel bad about your outburst. He takes a few more steps and you're about to apologize.
"I can see why you'd think that. It does seem weird doesn't it? But I can tell you truthfully that I don't do this at all. This is the first actual date I've gone on in a very long time. I just saw you there and was struck with how incredible you looked and how upset you seemed. I wanted to do something to make you happy. I didn't expect the night to go as it did. But things happen. I don't intend to make this a power trip or to make you feel indebted or anything like that." As he says this he stops walking and you see him looking at the boats in the marina. He glances back at you and says, "I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable at all Morgan. That was never my intent".
