When I woke up this morning, it seemed like any normal day in sunny Arizona. I got dressed and ready for work, late, of course. I didn't think it would be that difficult, but my keys and my shoes chose to be elusive. Finally pulling my shoe out of catbox(GROSS) and grabbing my keys from my kitchen sink, (I really don't know how these things turn up in places like that) I rushed out of the door.

The heat was sweltering in my brokedown car, and it took me five minutes to start it, and another fifteen on the road for the A.C. to cool off (it takes me 17 minutes to get to work.) Finally, I got to my place of employment, and noticed a black sedan parked outside of the bakery next door. I don't normally pay attention to those sort of things, but the strange thing about this sedan was that their was someone exiting it at the time of my arrival. Someone with a look on his face like he wanted to rip my head off and shit down my neck. Unfortunately, I'm not into that sort of thing, so I hurried into the little Mexican restaraunt that has been my hellish home for about 3 months now.

When you think Mexican restaurant, you think Taco Bell. Don't lie. You know you do. but I actually work at a restaurant. That serves Mexican food. And it's not just tacos and quessadillas. We have a menu. Abd we actually come to your table and serve you. I rushed into the back, grabbed an apron and a cap, and went to the greeters booth, ignoring the 'you dunnit again' look from my boss. Now, I'm not the luckiest person in the world, so I was not at all surprised to see the angry-sedan-man walk right into the restaurant and start for me. Something about this guy was just downright scary. He looked as though he could crush my head between those thick, sexy thighs. Did I mention how immensely sexy angry-sedan-man was? Short blonde hair, 6 '4-ish, strong facial features, and a body that an underwear model would sell his soul for.

This fine specimen was heading towards me, dripping masculinity in his walk, even his scent. He had a tight black tank top on, with light blue, raggedy looking levis and bright white skate shoes. I almost creamed my pants when he asked me to be seated. He still gave me that evil stare, like he hated me for some unapparent reason. 'Party of one?' I asked, knowing that it was sick and twisted, but that I was highly turned on by the way he was looking at me, not to mention his gorgeous facial features, and his immense sexiness. (I thought we went over this already) He looked at me, still with the death stare, and said'Actually, I'm meeting someone,' My heart sunk and I grabbed two menus and 2 sets of silverware, nodding for him to follow me, and set him up at the back of the restaraunt, one of the most private booths. Once seated, he looked up at me while I told him his server would be around any moment. 'Sit.' He commanded. I blanched, trying to think of what to say. 'I have to keep working,' was the first thing that came to mind, and therefore, out of my mouth. 'Take a break.' It wasn't a request. What else could I do? I sat.

'What's good to eat here?' He said nonchalantly, and surprisingly, pretty politely. I ignored the question, and looked him straight in the eye. 'What was with the looks you were giving me?' I asked, not to rudely, I thought. He raised an eyebrow. 'I asked you a question,' he said. 'Please, don't be rude. You will make my job so much harder than it has to be.' I stared at him blankly. 'Straight to the point then.' He muttered, folding his menu and setting it down. 'I was sent here to protect you. I don't like the assignment because nowhere in my job-description does it say babysitter.'

I continued to stare at him blankly, at a loss for words. 'Who do you work for?' I asked, and felt as though I was in a bad movie. This guy must be nuts. 'That's not important. What's important is that you survive the next few days. Look behind you, slowly, and don't stare.' I looked nonchalantly, and saw that there were two men sitting at another table, men that I hadn't seated. Their eyes were the first thing I noticed. They were black, with a thin line of red around each iris. 'Are they wearing contacts?' I asked quietly as I turned back to my unwanted bodyguard. 'No.' He said lowly. 'We are going to stand up and walk out of here, as though nothing is out of place. Once outside, we will get into my car, and I will take you someplace safe, and explain what you have gotten into.'

Now I have met some weird people on my life. Just downright strange. But this was new. Men with demon-eyes and gorgeous supermodel bodyguards just aren't my cup of tea though. But... for some reason, and whatever reason that might be(a serious case of psychosis, perhaps?) I trusted my supposed savior. I did as he asked, and as we were walking out of the building, I heard a woman scream. The next thing I knew, there was only darkness...

I woke up and looked up at a plain white ceiling. I was confused. Had I been dreaming? Of course. Theirs no way tha those things could happen to me. I chose to ignore the fact that my ceiling was green, and sat up, looking around. As though fate was just laughing at my silly hopefullness that the strange occurrences were just my subconious toying with my sleeping mind, I looked up to find my 'bodyguard sitting in a chair, watching my every movement. I looked down and noticed that my thin body was nude, that I had a serious case of wood, and that the only thing between him and me was a thin, white, see-through sheet. I pulled it tighter. 'Why am I naked?' I slowly managed to spit out. 'I had to wash your clothes. Nice cock.' 'Umm, thank you?' I muttered, nervous, and my penis gave a happy twitch in response to his gaze, making me bite my tongue to keep from moaning as the sheet rubbed against my head. 'They told me you were going to be hard to resist, but damn.'

'Who is they?!' I cried out in frustration I was tired of being left in the dark. 'Can you wait for a few minutes for my partner to get here before I explain it to you? He will be able to explain in full detail. I groaned. 'What's your name?' I said. 'Seth.' he said, with a smile. He stood up and stretched his long, thick arms. The tip of my cock twitched again, and I couldn't hold back the moan this time. He smiled and came to sit on the bed next to me. 'You are amazingly sexy.' 'Thank you.' I said nervously. I didn't know what else to say. 'Your pretty hot to.' I said. 'You have no idea.' he stated, smiling that angelic smile. He reached down to the gem of his muscle shirt, pulling up and revealing gorgeous abs with a happy trail that made me want to drool. Still smiling, he removed his shirt completely, balled it up, and threw it in the corner. He reached down and undid his belt. 'I have to say, they will be pissed, but I don't care. You are to hard to resist.' 'Who are 'they?'' I muttered, but not with any force. This man abducted me, Knocked me out, and undressed me without my permission... and yet, I couldn't not feel him inside me. I needed it.

I gasped as he removed the last article of clothing, his Levi's. No underwear. And when he removed his pants, the most beautiful dick I have ever seen burst forth from his jeans. I forgot all my worries, watching his perfect Vick twitch in response to my stare. 'Do you want it?' 'Yes,' I whispered softly. Just then, an angel walked into the room.




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