Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... I will take care of this," he told me.

I did as he told me and when I was done, he showed me to his bedroom.

"Sleep here tonight. Mom will watch the kids," he said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about that," he told me. "Get some rest if you can."

His words meant a lot to me in that moment. He could have told me to just go to sleep. He could have said anything else, but he told me to get somerest if I could. He understood my trauma and knew what I was feeling.

He walked out of the bedroom and pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he left. I crawled into the bed and watched him leave.

Several days later, someone was knocking at my door. Being newly cautious, despite the security in the building, I looked through the peephole to see Mom standing there. She looked dismal. I opened the door to greet her.

"Dylan is waiting for you in the lobby," she said without emotion.

"What is he doing?"

She looked away from me briefly and said, "Just go."

I still considered myself new to the business and didn't know what to expect. I got into the elevator and in the lobby, I was met by one of the security guards.

"This way, ma'am," he said, pointing his arm in the direction he wanted me to go. I felt like some dignitary being escorted by secret service agents.

Instead of heading out the front door, he wanted me to leave by the fire escape. When I walked out, the door of a car was opened and waiting for me to get in. Dylan was there ...

... waiting for me.

"This is the downside of a business like this," he said as I closed the door.

The driver pulled the car away and we drove several blocks away. The car was parked on the side of the road and a few cars were awkwardly placed around the intersection.

"What's happening?" I asked my brother.

"Consequences," he said as he exited the car.

I got out to follow him and several men approached him as we neared an alley.

"You have five minutes," one of them said to my brother.

Dylan nodded and brought me into the dark alley with him. In any other instance, I would have been afraid to go into such darkness, but my brother's protection was all I needed to feel safe. We walked halfway down the alley when we saw a man holding another man at gunpoint on his knees.

"This is him?" he asked the man with the gun.

The man nodded and handed the gun to my brother. I feared the worst.

Dylan took hold of the man's hair and pulled his head up, revealing his face. It was the man who attempted to rape me before. I recoiled back several steps.

"Come here," he ordered me. "This is him?"

I nodded quickly but still in fear.

Time slowed for a moment. I saw Dylan move in a way I'd never seen anyone move before. It was all in slow motion. He swept his leg under the man, causing him to fall flat on his face. Without delay, his body flowed into an entirely different position, and he landed on the man. His knee was on the back of his neck and one of his hands was ...