Data Allowance [MF][unwilling]

I typed in the code “2-4-6-4” and listened for the three beeps that told me the building was secure for the evening. The shutter lowered over the main entrance doors, and finally I was free!
There had been a constant stream of office employees at my desk since 8am…
“My keyboard isn’t working…” (plug it in you idiot)
“I can’t get my printer to work…” (possibly because it’s a scanner not a printer you fruitloop!)
It’s exhausting working with these idiots, you wonder how they even manage to dress themselves in the morning without assistance.
As I walked towards to my car, I noticed the garage across the yard was still open…. Little bit of background on that… I have a major crush on the mechanic who works there and we had a bit of a moment a few nights ago but I haven’t seen him since. Slightly nervous but desperate to see him again, I crossed the yard and peered inside the workshop. He was sitting on an old office chair carefully rubbing down a panel with sandpaper. He was concentrating and did not notice me at first. He still had those blue overalls on, his chubby features and silver hair illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. My mind wandered back to our encounter the other night. All we really did was kiss but it was wonderful. I smiled at the memory, and stepped forward into his workshop.

“Hey Mack”
He glanced up from his work, peering over his glasses and a smile crept across his face as I came into focus.
“Hello darlin’, what you doing out so late?”
“I’m on closing-up duties this week, I must have been bad in a former life to deserve being stuck in that office till 8pm all week!”
His smile faded and a concerned look came across his sweet face. “And none of those thoughtless shits in that office waited with you, oh Amelia! You should have called me and I would have at least walked you to your car…”
“Didn’t realise you’d still be here this late” I felt silly now for not insisting anyone stay behind with me.
“Give me your phone”
I fished out my iPhone from the depths of my stuffed work bag and handed it to him. He began to tap in his details to my contacts.
“This is my personal mobile Amelia, I want it to ring the moment you finish up work and I will come over to get you, there are too many shady characters hanging about this area at night”
“That’s very nice of you Mack, uh, thanks”

He handed me back the phone. ” So, rough day at the office?”
“Yeah you could say that, just the usual, people unable to operate basic technology in the workplace”
He smiled “Ah I don’t know how you put up with it, I mean I’m 52 and I can operate an iPhone no problem and I don’t earn half of what those bigwigs do. You must have the patience of a saint”
He was 52 but he was the most handsome 52 year old I’d ever laid eyes on, age really was just a number.
“Yeah I needed the patience of a saint today, one of the night shift workers from the central hub called me today to say his mobile data had ran out and asked me to top it up for him. So I called up the company and asked them to increase the data. They tell me they can’t add any more data because the $500 credit limit was reached on the device, now that some serious usage!
Mack chuckled and threw me a cheeky grin, “Ah, these night shift workers, they get lonely …. go on these sites… ”
The thought had crossed my mind and it had led to an awkward conversation with the night shift workers boss. He was furious and told me he would deal with it.
“Yep, so I had a nightmare of a day, how was yours?”
He waved the half-sanded panel around and sighed. “Been trying to get this sorted but I’m sick of looking at it. Come on now missus, let get you home safe, it’s getting late…”
We crossed the yard to my car and he leant down and planted a quick kiss on my cheek, a quiet reminder of our last encounter. “Drive safe”.

The next day it was more of the same, idiots and computers and I longed to get home and chill out in front of the TV. There was a commotion out in the hall that afternoon and I noticed the night shift worker, Kevin, being ordered into his bosses office. The offices were made up of glass panels and I could see them arguing, their raised voices muffled by the glass. I kept my head down and continued with my paperwork, hoping I wouldn’t be called in. Eventually employees began to disperse for the night and I started to shut down my computer.
I went through to the conference room to clear up and the door slammed behind me.

“You little shit! You fucking told him about the porn didn’t you!? YOU FUCKING DID!”
Kevin had followed me into the room, his face burning with rage. I stepped back and fell awkwardly against the table. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the hair.
“I…i…told him…he would have found out anyway” I stuttered as he jerked my head around and sprayed my face with saliva.
“You fucking should have kept your mouth shut, now he’s got me back working with those shits down south. You’re sitting there in your cosy cubicle and he’s giving me attitude about a few sites, FUCK YOU BITCH!” He pinned me against the table, a breast in each hand and I couldn’t get away from his onslaught. “You deserve this, fucking bitch” he grabbed at my throat with one hand and I heard the clink of his belt buckle as his trousers dropped to the floor. He pinned me down with his knees on the floor and thrust his semi-hard cock into my mouth.
“You even so much as graze your teeth on my dick and I’ll fucking end you bitch, now suck it”
I tried to, but it was vile, and he kept ramming it in and choking me. He pulled down my skirt and started to frantically push his fingers through my underwear. He pushed the fabric aside and plunged three fingers into me dry. His cock swelled in my mouth and I tried to pull back but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head forwards. I was dizzy from the lack of air and between my legs was burning like fire with the pain of his thrusts, I wished he would just come and let it end.
“Fucking cock hungry little slut, I bet this is what you want off all the guys in the office, but none of those dicks would fill you like mine. I bet you go home at night and fuck yourself raw watching those sites and thinking about the office guys huh?”
I could think of nothing worse, but I couldn’t even gather my thoughts at that moment. He retracted his fingers from my pussy, gave my clit a flick and yanked his cock away from my mouth and flipped me over the conference table. I managed a short yelp before he covered my nose and mouth with his giant hands and thrust his dick into my burning pussy, instantly hitting my cervix. My tummy slammed into the table and he was relentless, only moving his hands from round my face to grab my hips and try to thrust deeper and deeper. I could barely feel anything below my waist and wished for oblivion to take me away. He reached round to flick my clit a few times and that brought me back round with a start.
“You fucking love it don’t you, you take it all, yeah” he growled and pushed into me harder, then pulled out and sprayed my shirt with cum.

Somewhere in the room I was sure I could hear my phone, it must still be in my skirt pocket. Everyone would be away by now, it was just me and him. He lifted my discarded skirt and threw it at me as I collapsed in a heap on the floor.
“Cover yourself up, look at the state of you, you’re a mess”
I had no idea where my underwear was, but I spotted my phone under a chair, and so did he.
“Remember bitch, you open your mouth to anyone again about me and you’ll get what’s coming to you”.

He made a move for the door, but the door swung open against him and a hard punch knocked him to the floor. All 6ft of Mack towered above Kevin as he clutched his jaw and wailed.
“What the Hell is going on here!?” he boomed into Kevin’s face. “You bastard, you slimy little bastard…”. Blood poured from Kevin’s mouth and he struggled to form words. Mack did not want words, he glanced over at me, he wanted vengeance. He grabbed Kevin and dragged him through the door and out the front entrance to the darkness of the yard. I heard Kevin’s screams then silence.
Mack ran back into the conference room.
“Amelia!” He cried breathlessly and threw himself down beside me. I could do nothing but sob and let him hold me.
“W-w-where is he…?”
“He’s locked inside my steel paint booth at the workshop, the police can deal with him. Now you just stay here a moment, I’m gonna get you sorted”.
He returned a few moments later with a thick blanket, and I let him peel the disgusting shirt off me and wrap me in the blanket.
“No one’s gonna hurt you, I’m here, shhhhhh”. I closed my eyes and let his soothing voice envelope me.

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