The Night Lark

Chapter 3. Day Dreaming

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" I screamed, as the dark figure gained ground on me. I've gotta find a way out of here, I told myself, there this tunnel can't go on forever. Thud, thud, thud. The creatures foot steps echoed against the empty concrete walls. I see a light. Push just a little longer, I urged myself, my legs and lungs burning. Slam! The next thing I felt was my body crashing into the cold, hard concrete floor. "No please! What do you want?" I begged with the little breath I had left, "NO!"

I sat upright with a jolt, my body shaking involuntarily. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that I was still in Neros' apartment and somehow now in his bed. "It was just a nightmare." I assured myself, "Nero? What happened last night?"

Silence. I rose out of bed and headed to the sliver of light between the curtains that cut through the darkness of the room. Drawing them back, I realized it was well past dawn now. "Damn. What time is it." I said, searching for my phone. There it lay on the night stand, beside it a small note.

"Hannah, thank you for such an amazing night. It's been so long since I have felt such a strong connection, with such an amazing woman.

I apologize for my absence when you awoke, but I had a situation arise with a past colleague and had to assist.

Please let me make it up to you tonight at dinner. I will pick you up at 7pm.

Sincerely,

Nero"

Well, Ok then. I guess I will buy myself breakfast, That figures. But maybe I'll just do a little exploring before I leave, just in case. You never know, right? He very well be a serial killer and just likes to play with his prey before he kills them, chops them up and feed them to his pet goldfish. "I guess we'll see." I said, unvoluntarily out loud. This must be the bathroom, I thought as I opened the door. Revealing a massive shower in the far corner and a soaking tub at the other end. And double vanity sinks. Very high class for an inner city apartment. Wouldn't hurt if I just took a peak in the drawers. Hmm, empty? That's odd. Oh well, one guy and 8 bathroom drawers, what do I expect, I defended. Two, three, four, five, six, seven..... all empty? Something is very off. Last one, I thought. As I rolled the last drawer open all the way, I heard something rolling in the back of the mostly empty drawer. Ok, here we go, tooth brush and tooth paste. And what's this? As I reached my hand into the back, my fingers found something small and cold. Pulling it out revealed that it was, what looked like, a very very old ring. Although very ugly, it was interesting looking. "Ok then." I said dropping the ring back in the drawer and slamming it shut. Maybe I'm just over thinking things. I mean, he is a young retired bachelor and how much toiletries should I expect him to have?

As I made my way from the bedroom, I found myself stepping into the kitchen.

Nice liquor selection of coarse, that checks out. Let's see what you keep in the fridge Mr. Mysterious. Just as my hand reached the refrigerator handle, there was a loud knock on the door. I froze. Did someone hear me in here and call the cops? Is it a friend that might think I'm robbing the place? Knock, knock, knock again, this time louder. My mind raced on what to do as I slid behind the cabinet.

Maybe I should just answer it? No! Knock, knock, knock. Even louder this time. "Hello? Is anyone there?" A low muffled voice came from behind the door, "Hello?"

I have to answer it, I told myself as I made my way to the door.

Then the voice from behind the door again, "Hello? Ma'am? Mr. Nero ordered you breakfast delivery. Are you awake yet?"

Of coarse he did, I laughed to myself, geez I need to get a grip. I guess that nightmare shook me more than I thought. "Coming!" I answered back. "I'm so sorry, I just woke up." I explained, trying to play off a fake yawn. "Not a problem at all miss. Mr. Nero informed me that you may still be asleep when I arrived, but wanted to make sure you got the breakfast he promised." He explained, "My name is Antonio. I am the concierge assigned to Mr. Nero and he has told me to provide the utmost care for you. May I come in and lay out your breakfast ma'am?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." I said, stepping aside. "Just anywhere is fine."

"Ok ma'am." Hector said as he slowly pushed his cart towards the dining table. "Cream and sugar for your coffee ma'am?"

"No, thank you. Just black please." I replied rather awkwardly. I've never even had an assistant before, let alone a butler. I watched Hector as he shakily transferred food and drink from cart, to its proper place on the table.

"Is that eggs Benedict?" I asked, "That's my favorite. But how would he have known that?" I'm sure it was just a coincidence, but what a coincidence it was. We never talked about that, or anything much really.

"Mr. Nero requested it specifically ma'am. He's always had a way with knowing what people desire most." Hector answered, as a faint smile curved his wrinkled lips.

"Oh. Have you worked for Neros family long?" I asked, as he finished setting up. "Oh yes ma'am, a long long while." He answered with a smile. "Is there anything more I can do for you ma'am?"

"Well I wonder if you wouldn't join me? There's more than enough and I would love to know more about Nero and his family. If have the time?" I asked sitting down and opening a chair for him. "My apologies ma'am. But I couldn't, It's not my place." He answered uncomfortably. "But if there's anything else I can bring you, please don't hesitate to ask. Just dial 0 on the house phone." He said with a quick bow and made his way to the door.

"Oh, ok. Thank you Hector." I called behind him. "My pleasure ma'am." And I was alone again.

Once I had finished eating, I noticed the time, Nearly eight o'clock. "Ok, I have an hour to get across town, get cleaned up and back again to the office." I told myself. "Or... I'm sure he wouldn't mind." The decision was made, I didn't have the time to go back to my place before work. So I'll take a quick shower here and head straight in.

Quickly, I made my way around the bedroom, picking up the reminence from the night before. Damn I wish I could remember any of this, I thought, I really didnt think I drank that much and there was no way he could have drugged me. Right? I dont even feel hung over.

Finally I found my last shoe beneath the bad and made my way to the bathroom. Reaching into the shower, I finally realiized how big this bathroom actually was. "You could fit ten people in here." I told myself, "And Im sure he has." No, stop that. Nero isnt like that. He's different, I tried telling myself. But who was I kidding, He was probably exactly like that.

The hot water felt amazing as it hit my back. I could feel every single drop as it made its way down to my hips and trailed between my cheeks. A few drops even holding on just long enough, that they would tickle the very bottom of my opening. This sensation was giving me welcomed memories of the moments leading up to my black out.

"Mmmmm" I let escape from my lips, almost unwillingly. I now became aware of my left have gently kneeding and squeezing my breast. As my right hand hovered temptingly on my hip, fingers resting lightly where my pubic hair would have been. leaning up against the wall, I slowly let my body take over and focus on the feeling. The feeling of the water trailing down to my quickly arousing slit. The feeling of my own hand massaging my breasts. Now My other hand, slowly drawing circles just above my swelling c**t.

As my fingers grazed over my button, my head snapped back, and a moan escaped my lips. I slowly worked two fingers around the top of my c**t, as my other hand abandoned my breasts to join in. As my left hand spread my swollen lips to give the right better access, my body slid down the wall. I let my back rest, arched on the wet floor with knees apart. The water now pounding on every inch of my body as my fingers began a pounding of their own.

It was like a drug, a drug that caused a high that couldnt be replaced. I have masterbated plenty, but never with this much drive and desire behind it.

In and out I let my fingers plunge, I didnt even feel in control of them anymore, as my left hand vigorously worked my c**t.

Then there was that build up, the last thing I remember from last night. How could I possibly get myself this close to an orgasm like that? I asked myself, almost feeling out of body now. I cannot afford to black out like that again.

With every bit of mental strength I had, I finally pulled my hands away. Bringing them to my face and muffling an extremely frustrated scream, "f**k!" I guess Nero will just have to finish tonight, where I left off. Off your ass girl, I thought as I reluctantly pulled myself up off the floor and turned off the water. Now you have just enough time to get dressed and run to the office with wet hair. Well done dumb ass, I scolded myself.