Chapter 2 - The Man on the Elevator
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
“Got it!” yelled Chastity and tossed me her bottle of pepper spray.
I was too focused on the elevator, though, so it just hit me in the boob and bounced onto the floor.
“Girl, why didn’t you catch it?!”
“Why’d you throw it to me?!”
“Because he’s coming for you first. You can get him in the eyes and I’ll deliver a swift kick to his beautiful balls. Single Girl Rules, forgive me.” Chastity crossed herself as if kicking a serial killer in the nuts would offend God. Or the Single Girl Rules were God? I don’t know. There was no time to dwell on it. I dropped to my knees to grab the pepper spray before Tanner could murder us.
“Good evening, ladies,” said a deep voice. But it wasn’t Tanner’s.
I looked up, still on my knees scrambling for the pepper spray, as Mr. Frost walked out of the elevator.
Oh thank God. I never thought I’d actually be happy to see Mr. Frost. But in this case, I was elated. The worst boss in the world was still better than a freaking serial killer. It still felt like my heart was beating out of my chest, though .
Mr. Frost looked at the pepper spray on the ground, then at me on my knees in the cropped blouse and short skirt that Chastity had loaned me. His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. I couldn’t read him at all. Was he going to make some comment about liking me on my knees? Or fire us for attempted assault? As it turned out, he did neither.
“Ready to work?” he asked.
“Mhm,” I said.
At the same time, Chastity said, “We actually have a bit of an emergency.”
He narrowed his icy blue eyes. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” said Chastity. “Ash has a stalker. He threatened to come here and murder us.”
Mr. Frost didn’t flinch. “Here’s a tip for you, Miss Morgan. When you make up excuses, don’t go too big. Food poisoning would have been much more believable.”
“I’m not making it up.”
He nodded. “In that case, you’re both welcome to leave.”
“Thank you so much,” said Chastity.
“But if you do, you’ll be fired effective immediately. So shall we get to work?” He turned and strode off towards the conference room.
What an asshole.
“How did that not work?” asked Chastity. “I mean, of course girls who look like us would have a stalker. Is Mr. Frost blind?” She helped me to my feet.
“No idea. But I’m outta here. I’d rather be fired than murdered.”
“Yeah, let’s bounce. I’m sure we can find ourselves some sugar daddies at the Society this weekend.” She stepped onto the elevator.
“Wait!” I said and pulled her back out just before the door closed. “What if Tanner is already waiting downstairs for us?”
“Shit, good call. Okay, new plan. We stay here and let Mr. Frost protect us. The three of us can easily take Tanner.”
“Mr. Frost can protect us while he’s here. But what happens when he leaves? We can’t keep him here all night.”
“Speak for yourself.” Chastity unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse and adjusted her breasts. She turned and followed Mr. Frost to the conference room.
“Are you seriously going to seduce him?” I asked as I followed her.
“Hell yeah. He may be a jerk, but he’s a hot jerk. I can’t wait to see what he’s packing.”
“And I’m just supposed to sit there and stare into his icy blue eyes while you suck him off?”
Chastity spun around with a huge smile on her face. “Wow, kinky. I love it. I kinda figured you’d just politely excuse yourself, but I’m down for whatevs. Hell, you can join if you want. This is a great time for you to fulfill Single Girl Rule #28: All girls should try at least one threesome.”
“Huh, I always thought that rule was more about two guys and one girl.”
“I mean, that is better. Like last night… God that spit roast felt good. I felt bad that you just had to sit and watch. I’m totally failing at Single Girl Rules #13: Al ways wing woman for the girl with the longest active dry spell. Tell you what: before the year is over, I do solemnly swear to help you get double teamed by Angel and Diablo.” She reached out and shook my boob to finalize her oath.
Why would I want to be double teamed by the team that just doubled her? I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if any of that made sense.
Mr. Frost cleared his throat.
I looked over at his head poking out of the conference room.
Fuck my life. I swatted Chastity’s hand off my boob. “There was a spider on my boob.”
Mr. Frost just stared at me.
How much of our conversation had he heard? Hopefully not the bit about being double teamed.
“So what work needs to be done?” I asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.
He disappeared back into the conference room.
And he didn’t look up from his laptop when we walked in. He just kept typing as we took our seats.
Usually I would have been annoyed about being ignored, but in this case, he was doing the stalling for us. Who knew that having such an asshole of a boss could be so useful?
We sat there for three full minutes until he finally looked up. He pulled two thick binders out of his satchel and placed them on the table. “On Friday, you both expressed that you were displeased with my binder system.”
We both stared daggers at the binders. Saying that we were displeased with them was the understatement of the century. Those awful binders outlined every minute of our work week. That would be bad enough, but all the time frames were ridiculously short. The only way we’d been able to finish all the work in last week’s binders had been to stay late every night of the week. And even then, we’d barely gotten it all done. So no, I wasn’t displeased with the binders. I freaking hated them. But not as much as I hated Tanner.
I scooted my chair closer to Mr. Frost at the head of the table. The closer I was to him, the safer I would be. Right?
He lowered his eyebrows at me. “I take employee feedback very seriously. So after much deliberation, I’ve decided to discontinue the binders.” He shoved them off the table directly into a trash can.
The binders are gone?! Yes! Maybe Mr. Frost wasn’t as horrible as I’d originally thought. And his presence was preventing us from being murdered, so that was another point in his favor. I inched a little closer. I’d feel a lot safer if I could use him as a meat shield when Tanner burst in and started throwing axes at us. Or however serial killers liked to murder people these days.
“The real reason that I called you here today, though,” continued Mr. Frost, “is that I need your help.”
“Anything you need.” Shit, did that sound like I was offering to blow him? I’d just meant that I’d do anything he wanted as long as he stayed here with us. Chastity could blow him if she wanted. I was all blown out after last night’s traffic stop.
“Yesterday, I got a call from a perspective client. He just inherited a castle and wants us to help him develop a marketing plan to make the property profitable.”
Inherited a castle? My mind immediately went to the sausage king. He knew I worked in this building. Had he intentionally hired us to help with his castle? Tanner had done something similar right before he’d invited me to the Society. But he was a crazy stalker, so it kind of fit.
“He invited me to come tour the castle tomorrow. I was going to decline, especially because I didn’t want to be out of the office on only my second week on the job. But then I remembered I had you two.” Mr. Frost hit a button on his laptop and a huge excel sheet projected onto the wall behind him. “Here’s all the work that needs to get done while I’m gone.”
I scanned the list on the wall. There was so much work to be done: copy to write, ads to design, deals to close, people to fire, people to hire. The list just went on and on.
“You want us to do all of this?” I asked. “That’s way too much work for two people.”
Mr. Frost laughed. It sounded genuine, which was weird. “No. Of course not. That’s not your work. That’s the work that our entire department needs to accomplish. All you need to do is delegate.”
He continued talking about the importance of delegating, but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was Tanner bursting through the door any minute and murdering us all.
I casually walked over to the window and peered out. I couldn’t see much of the sidewalk from this angle, but I could see the cars parked along the curb. And one of them was Tanner’s weird futuristic SUV.
“He’s here,” I mouthed to Chastity.
“Is something out the window more important than this?” asked Mr. Frost.
“What? Um…nope.”
“Then do you care to answer my question?”
Shit! What question?
Chastity spoke up to save me. “Whenever I have a big task…” She stood up and walked behind Mr. Frost, trailing her hand on his shoulders. “Especially one that’s a lot to swallow…” She dropped to her knees next to his chair and pulled her hair into a ponytail. I thought for sure she was going to reach for his zipper while he kept typing on his laptop. But instead she grabbed a pen off the floor. And then she fished some sticky notes out of her purse. “I find making a sticky note wall helps me get organized.”
Wait, what? Why wasn’t she seducing him?
Mr. Frost nodded approvingly. “I’ve heard good things about the sticky note method. I look forward to seeing the results.” He closed his laptop and slid it into his satchel.
“Where are you going?” I asked. We had to stall him. He was our meat shield!
“I have a flight to catch.”
I looked to Chastity for help. But she just shrugged.
What the hell, Chastity?! She’d never failed to seduce a man in her life. True, he hadn’t responded much when she knelt down next to him. But I still felt like she could have tried harder. His cock should be in the back of her throat by now. Single Girl Rule #72: Fucking fold it up and take it! Damn it! That wasn’t a Single Girl Rule. I wasn’t even thinking straight anymore.
I took a deep breath. Apparently keeping Mr. Frost here was going to be up to me. I looked around for a pitcher of water. If I could spill it on his lap and then offer to clean it up, I might be able to get his pants off…
I thought back to when I’d grabbed his penis during the office party. He’d been big. Was he as big as Dr. Lyons? And would his cum taste as sweet? Or would he bend me over the table and fuck me like a real man?
Focus! Apparently not getting sex was really messing with my head. This was freaking Mr. Frost that we were talking about here. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that jerk’s massive penis. So instead of stroking his cock to keep him here, I decided to stroke his ego.
“We need your help,” I said. “You’re the boss for a reason. You’re good at reading people. You know everyone’s strengths and weaknesses. The sticky note wall only works if we give the right assignments to the right people.” Is that true? It sounded like it could be. Maybe.
Mr. Frost checked his watch. “I suppose I can stay for a bit.”
“Should we order dinner?” I asked.
“And a midnight snack,” added Chastity.
Mr. Frost and I both stared at her.
“What?” she asked. “I want to make sure we get this perfect. And perfection takes time.”
“I appreciate your dedication,” said Mr. Frost. “But if I don’t leave here in an hour, I’ll miss my flight. ”
One hour was a good start. But Tanner was here to kill us. And no self-respecting serial killer would give up after an hour.
Mr. Frost excused himself to go get some coffee.
“He’s really down there?” asked Chastity the second Mr. Frost was out of the room.
I pressed my face to the window and looked down again. “Yup.”
“Shit!”
“I know. This is a disaster. Can’t you try to seduce Mr. Frost again?”
Chastity shook her head. “I’ve seduced enough guys to know when they aren’t into it. And he was definitely not into it. He didn’t even look at me when I knelt next to him. But he has been staring at you a lot during this meeting.”
“At me?”
“Yeah. Can you blame him? Your tits look amazing in my blouse. So if one of us is going to taste his sausage, it’s gonna be you.”
“You’re a genius!”
Chastity smiled. “I know. And I’m loving your enthusiasm. I feel like this is really going to translate to good technique when you’re on your knees.”
“No, not that. I have a different plan.”
“Anal?”
“No, sausage.”
“Ooooh. You think he’s gay? I guess we can probably find a hot janitor to come give him a Carlton.”
“What the hell is a Carlton?”
“You know…” Chastity started making a licking motion while jerking off an air dick .
“No! I’m gonna text the sausage king. He can come pick us up in his helicopter and whisk us away to safety.”
“Ah! Yes! Text him!”
I immediately regretted suggesting it. I’d only met him once before. Forcing him to save me via helicopter a second time just felt rude. Not to mention that there was one major problem… “I don’t have his number. And my phone is busted.”
“Not a problem,” said Chastity. She held up her phone with the google listing for his restaurant. “It’s right here.”
“That’s his restaurant number. Not his personal cell phone.”
“Close enough.” She hit call and put it on speaker for me.
Ah! I had already been nervous about the whole murder thing, but having to make such an awkward phone call took things to the next level. What was I supposed to say? “Hey. It’s me, Ash. The girl who insulted Germans. Remember me? Great. I need another helicopter ride because this dude from a sex club murdered my sister and now he’s going to kill me too.”
Yeah, that wouldn’t scare him away at all. I’d have to think of something better. But what?
“ Guten tag,” said the sausage king in his delicious German accent.
“ Hola ,” I said. Damn it! Why was I talking in Spanish suddenly? “It’s me.” Me? How in the hell was he supposed to know who “me” was? I cleared my throat.
“The Sausage King is currently closed. Our hours are… ”
“Oh thank God,” I muttered when I realized it was his answering machine.
“Please leave a message and we will return your call as soon as possible,” finished the message.
I expected Chastity to hang up like any normal person would know to do. But she just kept it on.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Leave a message,” she whispered.
“No! I’m not a psychopath!”
She gave me a hard stare and held the phone up to my mouth right as the message beeped.
“Um, hey. Sausage King.” At least I didn’t say hola again. “This is Ash. The helicopter girl. I mean, I’m not a helicopter. I rode you the other day. Yours. ” What the fuckity fuck?! “I rode yours! Your helicopter.” I squeezed my eyes shut. This was a disaster.
Chastity gave me a thumbs up.
“So I’m calling because this guy is trying to murder me and my friend. And I was hoping you could come save us in your helicopter.” I hated the words coming out of my mouth. This whole message seemed so rude. If I was going to ask for a ride, the least I could do was order some food. “Your sausage was delicious, by the way. So please bring that too.” I hit the END CALL button before I could say anything else awkward.
“Wow, I didn’t realize you were gonna offer to blow him,” said Chastity. “Nice move.” She held her hand up for a high five.
“What? I didn’t offer to blow him!”
“I mean… You said you wanted him to bring his delicious sausage. If that isn’t promising a sweet beej, I dunno what is. ”
“Huh, I guess I did offer to blow him. Whatever. It’s a small price to pay to have him save our lives. Wait a second! Blowjobs! That’s it!”
Chastity looked at me like I was crazy.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you have a stroke or something? We literally spent the last five minutes talking about you blowing Mr. Frost.”
“Right, but this time mentioning them made me think of Dr. Lyons. We should call him too. He used to be in the military.”
“Good idea! And call Cole too. Get all your boys together.”
“Eh, I’m not sure Cole could help. He may be big and look all scary with his tats, but I think he might be a big softy. You should have seen the way he got his ass handed to him by Dr. Lyons. He wouldn’t stand a chance against Tanner.”
“Alright, Dr. Lyons it is.” Chastity dialed him and pushed the phone towards me.
He answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Hey,” I said. “It’s Ash.”
“Hey!” He sounded so excited. “What’s up?”
“Are you back in the city?”
“I’m driving back now. About an hour out if I don’t hit any traffic. Why?”
Shit! That was cutting it close to when Mr. Frost said he had to leave. “I was hoping you could come pick me and Chastity up from work. I’m pretty sure someone is here to murder us.”
“Jesus. Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately I am.”
He must have slammed on the gas, because I could hear an engine revving through the phone. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. BIMG, right?”
“Yup.”
“Hang tight until I get there. You’re gonna be safe. I promise.” He hung up.
The certainty in his voice already made me feel a little better. “Do you think he’ll be able to take him?” I asked.
“I think so. Like you said, he has military training. Tanner’s just a normal run-of-the-mill serial killer. Dr. Lyons has got this.”
I hoped she was right. I looked back out the window at Tanner’s car. Our lives depended on it.