Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... walking.

Two blocks from the office, I was suddenly pulled into an alley. I realized what was happening as soon as I felt a hand trying to pull my panties down. He ended up on top of me and attempted to penetrate me, but I fought him off before he could. His mistake was that he didn't attempt to hide his face from me. I recognized him as the man I was just serving and ran back to the office without further molestation. I ran through the front door and stood against it trying to catch my breath.

"What happened!?" one of the girls at the front desk asked.

"Nothing, I just got spooked," I lied.

"Your panties are around your ankles," she pointed out.

I looked down to see that he had ripped one side of my panties, and they were still wrapped around one of my legs. I then looked back to her. She picked up the phone and began to dial a number. It seemed I was not myself when I answered her.

"Who are you calling?" I asked, demanding she stop dialing and answer me.

She did neither. I didn't know of any protocol that involved the front desk staff reacting that way and I was concerned about what would happen.

"Level one," she told the person on the other end.

I ran to the desk and asked what that meant. The other woman came around with a blanket and covered me completely and ushered me to where the elevators were. Seconds later, when I expected someone to come out of an elevator, the emergency exit door next to the flew open and my brother was there. He was ...

... out of breath and staring at me. Anger filled his expression.

"When did she come in?" he asked the girl helping me.

"Just a few minutes ago. Long enough for us to see what happened and follow procedure."

Dylan looked me over and saw my panties still around my ankles. A part of me wished I had ditched them so that entire scenario never took place.

"Who did this?" he asked.

His tone told me it was not the time to be coy or lie to him.

"My client," I whispered in a shaky tone.

"Come with me," he told me.

He pressed the button on the elevator three consecutive times, and it came down to our floor. He used his key to bring us to his floor and he began to ask me question after question.

"It's okay, he didn't fuck me," I told him.

I realized right away that it was an odd thing to say in the moment, but I assumed correctly he knew what I meant.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Mom.

"I need you to stay with the children tonight. She will be with me. Get some cash out," he said to Mom in a quick and angry manner.

"What does that mean?" I asked, regarding the part about getting cash out.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a panic.

I nodded as I stared into his eyes. He looked distant and out of this world. He was in a different place, and I couldn't reach him.

"I'm okay, Dylan, he didn't get what he wanted."

He took me to the bathroom and told me to shower.

"You don't want me to go—" I said before he stopped me.

"Just take a shower. ...