AJ sparked a cigarette, anxiously pacing back and forth in her apartment. It was a one bedroom, but it was very spacious. Maybe it was because she didn't have much furniture, or belongings in general that made it feel so empty.
She puffed with shaky hands, taking in the nightmarish events of today. So many bad things happened she was scared to list them out in her head. If she did, she would probably go mad.
How did she get herself blackmailed for looking at some stupid pictures? If those were really aliens or monsters, whatever, why would Sauer ever let that information just sit out so easy to find? Either he wasn't nearly as smart as she thought he was, or he just really needed an excuse to blackmail her. If she really just discovered some crazy government conspiracy wouldn't they have just killed her?
What angered her the most though was that Oliver had to be involved in this, at all. This had to be his doing. What was his interest in her anyway? She was no bombshell, she hadn't even been nice to him. Her nerdy rant should've turned him off right away.
If there was a perfect time to plan a fake death, this was it. She had no real connection to her family, and they were hundreds of miles away anyhow. As far as friends go, they were all as eccentric as she was, crazed UFO nuts. If they knew she was part of some crazy conspiracy being blackmailed by the CIA, possible involving aliens, they would understand. Too bad she wouldn't be able to tell them.
It was seven o'clock, not time enough to plan her fake death before going to jail. She took the last few drags of her cigarette and put it out in an old worn-out ashtray. "Come here Henry," she whistled. Out from her bedroom pranced her little black cat, meowing and begging for food. As she fed him time seemed to speed up. Every second became shorter and shorter.
Her cat was practically blind and knocked things over all of the time, which is exactly why she named him Henry Bemus; Her favorite character from the twilight zone. Every time she got to the scene where he breaks his glasses, AJ always had to dramatically yell his iconic line with him, "It's not fair! There was time now!"
Well, if there was a more appropriate time to scream that, it was now. None of this was fair. But she had no time. Now it was just thirty minutes before she had to leave to face that perverted monster.
When there was fifteen minutes left, she gathered her courage, threw on her jacket and left. Unfortunately he only lived a mile or so away, but what could she expect living in the city so close to work.
The walk was cold, and the streetlights had already turned on. She made it to an old apartment building almost hidden between a small dry cleaners and a hole-in-the wall diner. This is where the note said, so she walked to the door and tried to find his name on the buzzers. There he was, Oliver Fuchs, written sloppily on the tag.
She hesitated, rethinking her escape plan. But she had nowhere to go tonight, nowhere to hide. She grumbled and pushed the button, regretting her decision the moment her finger hit the buzzer.
A fuzzy voice crackled from the speaker. "Hello?"
AJ swallowed. "It's AJ."
She jumped when she heard the loud buzz letting her in. She almost waited too long before opening the door, but she bravely did it. Once she was in, she realized this was it. She had made the decision, there was no going back tonight.
She walked up the empty stairwell to his apartment. She found his door, apartment G7, with the broken seven hanging upside down. One small step for AJ, and one big leap into the unknown depths of whatever would happen beyond this door. But if Buzz Aldrin could face the dangers of outer space, she could face whatever horrors lay before her.
However, Buzz Aldrin did come back with moon madness. But before AJ started to chicken out at the last moment, debating what sort of crazy madness she would get, the door creaked open.
"Hey troublemaker," Oliver said, leaning casually against the door frame.
AJ shot him an angry glare. She hated him.
"Well, come in," he said and opened the door all the way for her to follow him.
When she entered, she found herself in a small kitchen, which was in complete disarray. It led into a living room which was cleaner and emptier, but still a bit disorganized.
"Don't just stand there, come here," he said, motioning her to enter the living room. It had a big black leather couch against a wall, an outdated television and scratched maple table in front of it. In the corner of the room was a desk littered with papers, files and various VHS tapes. A small fish tank was squeezed between books on a shelf next to the couch, but she didn't see any fish.
Oliver looked her up and down as she slowly stepped into the living room. "So you don't change after work?" he asked, hands casually in his pockets.
AJ shrunk into her open jacket. It was his fault, he had her so worked up she didn't even remember to change. "It doesn't look like you do either."
Oliver looked down at himself, realizing she was right. He was still wearing his suit pants, a white button up shirt and a teal tie loose on his neck. "Whatever, I was working longer than you." He scratched his head and pointed to the leather couch. "Take off your jacket, come sit here please."
AJ did so, nervously putting it on the arm of the couch. She sat down, feeling the leather on her bare legs underneath her pleated skirt. Oliver stood in front of her, head tilted to the side. "So have you made a choice?" he asked.
"A choice about what?"
Oliver leaned down, his face just inches away from hers. "Do you choose jail?" he said and put two fingers under her chin, pushing her face up to look directly at him. "Or me?"
AJ put her hands on her lap, trying to shrink herself into nothing. "I just don't understand."
Oliver gave her a smile she could only read as pure evil. "Don't worry, you will."
Without warning he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the side enough to snatch her other wrist behind her back. "Hey!" she yelled, struggling to pry herself away from him. But Oliver ignored her, squeezing both of her small wrists in one hand, and slipping his tie off his neck with the other.
AJ wrestled against him, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip. "This would be a lot easier if you would stay still," he said impatiently, wrapping the teal tie around her wrists. When the knot was complete, he let go of her. She scurried to the edge of the couch, trying to free her wrists from behind her.
"Is this it? Are you going to kill me?" she cried.
Oliver scoffed at her. "You watch way too many movies."
He reached out, wrapping her wavy hair in his fist and holding tight, controlling her position. He sat down on the leather cushions and pulled her onto his lap face down . "Stop!" she cried as he adjusted her so that her hips were high enough for his liking.
"If you keep complaining I can just gag you right now. Would you prefer that?" He said, combatting her struggling with his grip on her scalp.
AJ bit her lip, trying to silence herself as much as she could. But she was so angry she was practically growling.
Oliver took his free hand and stroked the silky skin of her trembling inner thigh. He carefully lifted her skirt, exposing her from the waist down. "Wait!" She squeaked.
Oliver ignored her and hooked a finger under the waist of her black panties. "Cute," he said as he slowly peeled them down her legs. When she didn't stop her incessant complaining he gave her a sharp spank on her plump cheeks, leaving a bright red handprint. She jerked forward, surprised by the sudden rush of pain.
He hit her again, one sharp slap on her butt, enough to knock the air from her lungs. She gasped for breath only to beg him to stop, but he didn't. The more she complained, the harder he smacked her, leaving a series of throbbing welts on her porcelain skin.
After too many long minutes of him spanking her, she stopped fighting and pleading. There was no point, begging wouldn't get her out of this. She clamped her eyes shut, holding her breath and waiting for the next sharp slap, but instead she felt his fingers grazing along the welts, causing goosebumps to form on her skin.
The switch from so much pain to gentle stroking along her skin shocked her. Her legs quivered, fearful that he would go back to abusing her painfully sensitive cheeks. But his hand wandered softly to the inside of her thighs, making its way between her legs. The closer he got to her most private place the more panic she felt.
The moment his fingers touched the outside of her pussy she started fighting more than when he was tying her up. "Stop," Oliver said sternly, pulling her hair to keep her as still as he could. When she didn't stop trying to twist out of his lap, he spanked her again with so much force she almost choked.
The threat of more abuse to her backside ceased her drive to struggle, but he was going too far. When Oliver felt her still on his lap, he creeped his fingers back between her legs, up to her painfully sensitive pussy.
She whined as he started to slide his finger up and down, feeling the warmth coming from her. Her heart raced and sweat started to form on her forehead as she tried to think of any way to escape, but her thoughts were cut short when he slipped two fingers inside of her.
Oliver was taken aback of how difficult it was to push his fingers inside of her completely. Just feeling the tightness around him made his cock stiffen underneath her. "When was the last time you had sex?" he asked.
AJ's face turned red. That was way too personal. She didn't know what the right answer would be. If she said she had sex a lot maybe he would lose interest. Or just maybe he would see that as open for business. Though if she told him the embarrassing truth, he might be somewhat merciful. Or even better maybe he might just ditch her and find someone who is more sexual than her.
Oliver started to pump his two fingers, coaxing moisture to build up inside of her. Her whole body disabled from the inward intrusion. She could handle a good amount of abuse, but once he was inside of her she may as well have been a puppet, completely controlled and helpless.
"I asked you a question," he said impatiently, thrusting his fingers a bit faster. "I can go back to spanking you again. Actually since you don't want to answer let's do that now."
AJ was so terrified she practically screamed her answer. "T-two years!" she stuttered, desperately wishing her true answer would turn him off.
"Wow, that long? Is that why you're enjoying this so much?"
