End of the Mundane

The headset screeches into your ear, "I'll take two number twos. A number 3 and two sides of nuggets".

You sigh to yourself and try to calm down, "sir. What drinks would you like wi-".

"Also I need extra sauces and no mayo," the obnoxiously loud man yells.

Again you try to compose yourself, "sir. What drinks would you like with the combos?"

"I said, NO MAYO. NO MAYO. CAN YOU HEAR ME?" He yells loudly, interrupting you again.

You pull the headset away from your pained ear and slowly blink trying to control your frustration. "Your total is 32.54$ please pull forward," you are over the workday. It's late, you're almost off shift and it's only your Wednesday, you hate having to work on weekends.

As the car pulls forward the obnoxious man hands you his card and impatiently waits for you to take it. As you grab it he says, "32$? These prices are insane. Your food isn't even THAT good". You fight to not roll your eyes at the man as you run his card.

*DECLINED*

You try again and again but it all comes back the same. Slowly you go to hand back the card, "I'm sorry sir, but your card has been declined..."

He looks at you and you can see the anger behind his eyes, "what do you mean declined? What did you do? Obviously you can't figure out how to do your job. You're useless. Totally useless. Give me my card and I want to talk to your manager immediately".

You shuffle back to get your manager, she is already in a bad mood from the going ons of today and she snaps at you, "just go to the counter. I'll deal with your fuck up". You just want to go home and cry. Today has been awful. People are so mean and rude for no reason.

You slink over to the counter and see a single customer waiting to place an order. He's a handsome man, well dressed in a trench coat to keep him clear of the weather. His salt and pepper hair is well kept and his beard is short and streaked with silver. His eyes remind you of a bird of prey, watching, and taking everything in.

Before you can even say anything the obnoxious man in the drive through is yelling and causing lots of heads to look his way.

The customer looks right at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat, "miss, if it's not too much trouble can you just run my card for that man so he leaves?"

You are taken aback, "wait. You'd like to pay for HIS food?"

He nods to you, "if it gets him out of here yes. Yes I would".

"But it's 32$ sir".

He laughs lightly, "then that's fine. Here's the card". You take it and go over to the drive through window, as you go to run the card you look at it, there is a chip reader, but nothing else. No numbers. No name. No picture. It's just a black card with a chip reader. The machine accepts the payment and your manager shoos you away while she sorts out the mess of an order the man had made.

You return to the handsome customer, "here you go sir. That was very nice of you. Thank you".

"There's no need to thank me. That man is insufferable and I can't stand those entitled types," he says with a wry smile. "Now Morgan. About my order?"

You jump slightly. How does this stranger know your name? "Uhm. Uh, how do you know my name? Do I. Do I know you?"

His smile widens, "it's on your name tag".

You chuckle nervously and your face turns bright red. You are so embarrassed. You just want to get this man's order and go crawl in a hole. Today has not been your day.

The man orders a soda and that is it. Not a terribly unusual order but why did he walk in to do it? He pays with the same card and he signs the receipt, he looks at you expectantly as he slides it across the counter.

You grab his soda and look down at the receipt. The total was 2.46$ and he left a 50$ tip, "Uhm Sir. Did you mean to do that? Or did you mean for it to be 5$?"

"I meant what I wrote. Morgan, what are you doing when you get off work today?" He asks patiently.

You feel your breathing quicken. Who is this man and why does he seem to have this effect on you, "Uhm. I uh. I don't have any plans," you say sheepishly.

"You're telling me a girl like you has no plans on a Friday night? I find that hard to believe. Well if you aren't busy, when will you get off?"

Intrusive thoughts come to your mind and you fight back the urge to say 'I plan to get off as soon as I get home'. "I Uhm," you swallow loudly, "I get off in a few minutes. How come?"

His smile widens. Well if it isn't too much of a bother or inconvenience I'd love to take you on a date tonight".

You think to yourself it's already getting late into the day and it would be a nighttime date, probably a movie? Maybe a late dinner? What would you even wear? It's been so long since you've done anything like that, "I uh. I don't know. It seems kind of last minute. I don't even know your name".

He gently places his hand over yours that's still on the receipt on the counter, "Morgan, stop over thinking it. I'll write my phone number down on this receipt, text me your address and I'll pick you up in an hour. You don't need to wear anything fancy. You actually don't need to bring anything unless you'd like to. I will take care of it all. Does that sound like fun?"

It definitely does and you don't trust your voice to not crack or squeak. You nod your head woodenly as he writes his number on the receipt.

The remaining few minutes fly by and you clock off without further incident. Your manager says something about how your review will reflect how you performed today but you aren't listening to her. You're excited about the prospect of this surprise date.

Your drive home was uneventful. Your Toyota Corolla has seen better days but it's reliable and that's what you need for your current season of life. You pull into the apartment complex and go to park in your designated area, but there's a car there. Of course there is. You don't recognize the car but you would bet money it's your neighbor, he always has tons of people over every weekend. They are loud and obnoxious. Your neighbor himself isn't too bad but when he gets any drinks in him or is emboldened by his friends he's a total dick. Finally you find a spot to park, almost across the entire apartment complex.

As you walk to your apartment you text the number that the customer gave you, "here's the address.... What should I call you since You don't have a name?" Texting the man lets you feel a bit more bold and daring instead of so nervous.

It takes only a minute and he responds, "thank you for the message. And for now you may call me, Sir".

You smirk to yourself. This guy is so arrogant. What does he think that since he left you a big tip that you're just going to fall head over heels for him? The audacity. You begin typing your response as you climb the stairs to your apartment and didn't notice one of your neighbors friends hanging out in front of his apartment. You bump right into him, knocking the beer out of his hand and you drop your phone.

You watch horrified as time seems to slow down. You witness the phone tumble end over end until it crashes on the concrete steps. Your previous case had just broken and your plan for tomorrow was to get a new one. Now it looks like your phone is broken as well, great.

"Hey. What the hell. Are you even listening to me?" Came the drunken slur of the man you bumped into.

You look up and see him standing a few steps above you. He is a big man, well muscled and tall with a tank top on showing his impressive arms. "uh. I'm uh sorry. I dropped my phone," you stammer out in response.

"I don't care if you dropped your phone. You spilled my beer. Get me another one or else," he says threateningly.

You shrink away down a few steps and squeak out, "I'm sorry. I don't have any beer...."

"Okay? Then go inside Rich's place and grab me one stupid. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

You glance up at your neighbors apartment. The door is open, some hip hop is playing loudly and you can see at least three or four more people inside drinking and partying. You really don't want to go in there, "I'm sorry. I need to go to my apartment. Can you please move...?"

"No. No I won't. You owe me a beer and you aren't getting past me without getting me one first. Unless you are going to pay the toll," he says with a lecherous grin.

You have no idea what he's talking about but you can guess what that means and it's disgusting. You try to squeeze past him to get to your apartment but as you get close he wraps his well muscled arms around your midsection pinning your own arms at your sides and with his other hand he drunkenly begins squeezing your breasts. You are shocked and angry. How dare he. He's just fondling you and to make matters worse you can hear him laughing. He's laughing at you as he gropes you!

Try as you might, you just aren't strong enough to break his grip. Even with him being drunk he's too strong, so instead you try a trick you learned, and pick your feet up. He didn't expect that and fell forward into your door. He isn't able to catch himself before impact and his face crunches into the door, he lets go of you as his hands fly up to his bleeding nose. You are able to grab your broken phone off the ground and get your key into the apartment door. As you open it you feel his meaty hands grab your belt.

"Where do you think you're goin' dammit!" He barks at you, "first you spill my beer," his hand yanks your belt forcefully and you feel the cheap belt buckle snap. "Then you try and shove me out of the way," he rips the belt entirely off of you and then grabs your jeans giving them a yank. "And then you push me into your door trying to break my nose? You aren't going anywhere. You are going to pay for that." He says in a threatening growl and his ham hands yank your jeans around your knees. You are in full panic mode as this stranger has you in the entryway of your apartment with your pants down and your panties on display for anyone to see.

"Let me go. Let me go!" You yell as you try to shove him back and push him away. How has no one come to help you? It's not THAT late into the night. There should be people around. Then you spare a quick glance and see that anyone walking near the apartments are shuffling by quickly, trying to not get involved and some of the people at your neighbors apartment look like they might jump in. The very real possibility of being assaulted by so many men has you terrified and fighting as hard as possible to get away.

Again he pins you to the wall next to your open door he leans in close. You can smell the cheap beer on his breath, "here's the deal. You can either get on your knees and please me right now with that mouth of yours. Or I'll take you back into your apartment and ride you all night long". As he makes his threat he grabs your sensitive area with his hand and gropes it roughly, "I bet you are wet just thinking about my fat cock inside you huh? Well how about after I ride you, all of my friends ride you to? Is that what a little slut like you would want?"

"Let her go" comes a commanding voice from the bottom of the steps.

You glance down and see the customer from before. He's here! You feel a chance to escape and try to wiggle away but he just clamps his hand on your groin tighter and his other hand pushes your shoulder into the wall driving pain from the hard surface.

"Who the Fuck are you? Mind your own business," says the drunken man.

"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".