20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 3)

20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 3)
 
 
“Fucking perfect,” Bijuu said then, just as a tall figure pressed in close on the glass door that led into the vestibule.
 
“Who is it?” Bijuu demanded of her ghost, in a snarl, just as the body beneath her squirmed most unexpectantly.
 
With wide eyes, Bijuu looked down to see her boss’ eyes staring back at her. 
 
Still pinned between her legs, he was unable to free his arms, though he struggled to do just that, groggily.
 
“Holy shit balls,” her ghost sounded then, from the dark depths of the unlit entryway.
 
“What?” Bijuu asked, in a rough whisper as she struggled herself… for an idea of what to do.
 
“It’s that boy,” Nyx said in a strange voice.
 
“What boy?” Bijuu asked, just as Uncle Gary’s eyes focused a bit more clearly on hers.
 
“That boy…” the ghost repeated.
 
Uncle Gary, eyes wider than dinner plates, stared long and hard at the girl on top of him then. 
 
And then he began to squirm, and buck… and suddenly… it was all Bijuu could do to hold him down.
 
“That one from your house, the strange one.  That helped you change your tire.”
 
Bijuu squeezed her thighs together tighter, and managed to trap the man’s hands to his sides, but still he was thrusting his pelvis around like some kind of out-of-control mechanical bull.
 
“Well don’t let him in!” Bijuu yelped then, as the man nearly bucked her off.
 
A second later the front door was swinging open and a six-foot-tall dark-haired stranger was sauntering into the establishment.
 
Thankfully there were several tables and a half-wall between the newcomer and Bijuu; where she sat, on top of her boss’ prone, and yet still wiggling, body.
 
Without taking a moment to think, Bijuu grabbed the dirty bar rag from her back pocket and stuffed it into the man’s mouth.  And then she placed both of her hands over his face to keep him quiet.
 
“Hey… you…” she hollered from across the room.
 
“What are you doing here?”
 
For a second the boy didn’t answer, but stood there looking around the seemingly empty room.
 
“I heard you were in trouble,” he said then, rather loudly, obviously thinking she was in the back room.
 
Bijuu stared down at the man beneath her.  His eyes were wide, and red.  But at least he’d stopped trying to buck her off.
 
“I… forgot your name.” Bijuu said then, trying to buy herself some more time.
 
“It’s Ben.  Benjamin, really.  But… you can call me Ben.”
 
Bijuu took a deep, leveling breath, and looked up from the man’s eyes, and looked instead towards the entryway, and her possible salvation.
 
“Your brother said you called, and that you needed help.  And… I wasn’t doing anything…” the tall boy continued in a rather shy way, as he slowly started to move further into the dimly lit restaurant/bar.
 
“Do you?” he asked, just as he came level with the row of tables she was in.
 
“Do you need help?” he asked again, this time clearly directing his inquiry towards the kitchen doors.
 
“Actually,” Bijuu said then, as her boss’ dead eyes stared blankly up at her.
 
“I really could use some help.”
 
 
 
 
© Raena Exe 2020
ISBN   978-1-7332979-8-1
 
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
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