Outside Looking In ~ Closed for LitShark

[your_vice]

WARNING! Disclaimer: This SRP is going to feature stalking, abduction, non-consent, graphic violence, and torture. If any of that's likely to offend you, we respectfully suggest you go read something else. Nothing in Lit's SRP guidelines specifically bans any of these things. You have been forewarned.

Name: Kimiko Nakamura
Age: 25
Appearance: See attached. 5ft tall, B cup tits, toned body from cycling.

Bio

Kimiko had come over with her parents from Japan as a teenager and she still retained the lilt of her homeland, as well as the toned little body she had arrived with. Kim still looked like a teenager, something that didn’t sit well with her brand new subordinates in L.A.’s Japanese Consulate. Kim's fluent language skills, diligent work ethic, intelligence and organisational skills had pushed her up the ladder far faster than other employees who had been working there longer, which had ruffled more than a few feathers. Now, she was head of translation services and was doing a great job of coordinating translators for everyone from visiting dignitaries and politicians to ordinary people wandering in through the front door downstairs. Kim worked on the 4th floor of the consulate. Everyday she cycled in, toning her lower body and beating the rush hour traffic. She would wash and change in the women’s restroom and then stride out in heels, a little skirt suit and a fitted blouse. Knee-length skirts were too long for her so Kim bought mini skirts that sat on her thigh, oblivious to the stares of western colleagues who thought it was inappropriate for the office. She wore understated make-up that illuminated her beautiful golden complexion and picked out the green in her mostly grey eyes.

xXx

Kim sat at her desk, labouring over a Japanese businessman’s medical notes. He had been taken ill and the US Drs wanted information about his treatment back home. Translating normal documents was a challenge but there were no exact Japanese equivalents for many of the latin words that US Drs used. Worried that mistakes might be made and the man might suffer as a result, Kim had taken on this assignment herself. She had a dictionary, a medical dictionary and other books fanned out in front of her and she kicked her heels off under her desk, stretching her toes before curling her feet under her chair, making her split skirt ride higher on her thigh. A guy stopped by her desk and she smiled. Nikko was mixed race; Japanese and American. It showed in his western features, taller frame and oriental colouring. Kim had been quietly flirting with him for weeks but either he hadn’t noticed or he was as shy of making the first move as she was. Until Nikko had joined the team, Kim had had strict views on dating colleagues. For him, she could make an exception.

“Having fun?” He asked, nodding at her work sympathetically.

“No, it’s torture.” Kim complained, her bottom lip pushing forwards in a mock-pout as she folded her arms under her pert little tits sulkily. “I’m going to have to go out for some good sushi at lunchtime, cheer myself up.” She announced, batting her eyes momentarily and wondering how the fuck she could be more obvious without throwing Nikko over her desk and straddling him. He looked down at her, his eyes sparkling but his expression professional and reserved.

“You certainly deserve it.” Was all he said.

“I could bring you something if you want..." Fuck it, she thought. Here goes nothing. "Or you could come and keep me company?” Kim asked, smiling sweetly in a parody of innocence that she no longer possessed.

“Sure. I’ll stop by at lunch and come with you.” He said quickly, pleased and flushed. Bingo. Hallelujah. Kim wanted to dance around her desk. Instead she narrowed her almond eyes seductively and leaned forwards a little to give him a better view of her firm tits in their lace bra, nestling beneath a tight black wrap dress.

“That’s settled then. I’ll look forward to it.” She breathed, licking her lips needlessly. Nikko flushed and wandered off. Kim sighed quietly at his retreating ass.

Kim's last boyfriend had been a distant cousin. Her parents had tried to persuade her to marry him because he owned a successful restaurant but Kim wasn't fooled. A traditional marriage to a guy like Yoshida would mean quitting her job and having babies. Kim had no interest in babies or in dependence on a man. Her parents could barely stand each other and yet they still wanted Kim to make the same mistake and let them get involved in matchmaking. Dating Yoshida had meant being someone she wasn't; quiet, demure, servile and virginal. Kim had lasted three months of boring dinner dates before she managed to convince her parents that she had given him a chance. Kim was not a virgin but her parents did not know this. She had slept with a couple of US born Asian guys who were more liberal about such things but she had never met anyone she thought she could marry... until Nikko had waltzed into the office.

Nikko was US born and 5'9" which was tall for an Asian. His skin was a light, buttery colour and his eyes a very dark brown rather than black. His eyes were wider than those of most Asians but still almond shaped. His black hair had a slight wave to it that Kim got the urge to run her fingers through. When she lay in bed at night, rubbing her little pink bullet vibe over her aching clit, Kim wondered whether Nikko would have a bigger cock like white guys did. The two guys she had slept with had both had about 5 inches and just about an average girth. Kim fantasised constantly about being stretched wide and taken by Nikko's bigger, mixed race cock. She thought Nikko was perfect for her and she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't want her to quit work and have a family any time soon. They would have beautiful children though.

Kim pulled herself out of her daydream and turned back to her work. Her bare toes caressed the base of her office chair absently as Kim squirmed in her seat and instructed herself to get a grip.

[LitShark]

Name: Cliff Newcastle
Age: 34
Appearance: 6’6”, 275lbs, Covered in long shaggy hair and tattoos. (attached)

***

The sun was already an inferno and it wasn’t even noon yet. Cliff wiped the back of his hand across his brow, cursing his damned Parole Officer for setting him up with a shit job like cleaning the windows on the massive Japanese consulate. The entire exterior of the building was lined with glass, that seemed to get filthy the moment Cliff left work.

Cliff’s squeegee made a high whining sound as he wiped down the last section of the fifth floor window in this row. Cliff was glad to be done, the corresponding office had been empty making his lame job that much more boring.

Once he was finished, Cliff wiped down his tools and set about the slow, nerve wracking process of lowering the rig on which he stood. His powerful, ink covered arms couldn’t help but tremble slightly as he fed the ropes slowly up through the pulleys. Heights weren’t Cliff’s favorite, but then again he was able to do his job without being frozen by fear, which was more than some of the other parolees could say.

As the wood and steel rig made its slow journey down to the fourth floor, Cliff grinned. It was the one bright spot in his day cleaning outside the gorgeous Japanese businesswoman’s office, allowing his eyes to dance over her body and his mind to explore elaborate and violent fantasies of control. He didn’t even know the woman’s name, or what it was she did in her luxurious high rise office; but what he knew for sure was that she had the cleanest fucking window in Los Angeles county.

“Good morning my love.” Cliff sighed against the glass, spraying the glass cleaner around his view inside. “I see you’ve worn your tiny little skirt again. Such a naughty little whore you are, you’ll have to be punished.”

The windows were soundproof, Cliff knew this, but something about being so close and speaking out loud made the whole thing seem so illicit.

Cliff felt his cock hardening down the leg of his grey coveralls, watching her leaning over her desk and concentrating on whatever it was she did. Cliff leaned close enough for his breath to fog up the glass as he watched her gorgeous legs flex and force that already scandalously short skirt higher up on her creamy thighs.

“Oh you dirty little tramp!” Cliff exclaimed. “I could break this fucking glass I want you so bad. I bet nobody’s ever even fucked you proper…”

Cliff’s spraying and wiping increased in tempo as he got more and more excited. He had been married once, until his drinking and gambling habits had driven her into the bed of his best friend. Coming home late one night, after being gone on a bender for three days, Cliff had caught them together. He’d seen them fucking in his bed and completely lost control. In his appeal, his lawyer had called it temporary insanity, but Cliff knew better. He had taken his time, made sure they both suffered as much as possible… As much as they deserved…

That was when the guy walked into her office. Cliff had seen this dickless fuck before, always milling around her office, fishing for compliments. She liked him, it was even painfully obvious for Cliff, but somehow the asshole still hadn’t pieced it together.

They began talking to one another, of course Cliff couldn’t hear them or read their lips, but this was another of his favorite diversions during his work day. Dubbing the conversations of the people behind the glass.

”So, how does it feel to have the world by the short and curleys?” Cliff said in a deep and resonant voice, impersonating what he imagined the nerd to sound like when he was trying to be cool. ”Having the money and the power, it must be nice, right?”

The woman made a pouty face in reply to whatever the guy must have said. Cliff’s high feminine voice for her echoed that poutiness.

”No…” Cliff huffed, sounding almost like a female version of that cartoon dog who was always depressed. ”I’ve got all the money and all the power but I still can’t find anybody to fuck me right. Where oh where could I find a lover who doesn’t apologize every time he thrusts?”

Damn she was trying hard, even using her arms to push out her firm little tits. Her flirtatious advances may have mystified this guy, but they certainly didn’t escape Cliff’s notice.

”Oh… I’m so sorry!” Cliff reverted back to the male voice as he made some brief reply.

”Maybe you could give it a shot, fuck me as hard as you can.” Cliff said in the female voice again, a little alarmed with how accurately his words were synching with their actual conversation. ”I’ll even be on top as long as you don’t cry after.”

”I can’t promise I won’t cry.”

”Well fine, cry if you have to. Just don’t finish for at least a minute, deal?” Cliff mocked, a little startled because the woman looked suddenly excited. Had she really enlisted this guy’s help to get herself properly fucked? It seemed like a futile fucking venture.

She smiled and licked her lips suggestively as her new boyfriend high-tailed it out of her office, afraid of the pussy maybe.

“What a homo…” Cliff muttered to himself as he continued wiping down the floor to ceiling window.

[your_vice]

Kimiko never even registered the presence of the guy outside the window. Her desk faced the door, though it was at a 45 degree angle in the corner of her little office. It might be a poxy little room on the 4th floor but having her own door to slam meant that Kim had made it. Her workload was such that they were also considering assigning her own secretary but there wasn't anyone fluently bilingual enough in the typing pool and they were too tight here to recruit anybody. Kim had a team of 6 translators whose assignments were coordinated by her. It gave her a little thrill when they had to tap deferentially on her door, the same way she had had to before her predecessor retired. Of the six translators who had been employed when Mr Anderson left, three had applied to run the department and Kim had beaten the other two to win this office. As she was still young, there was no reason why she couldn't shin up the slippery pole and become a senior figure within the consulate in a few years. She saw this job as merely marking time until the fusty old men who ran things would consider her worthy of a more senior and integral role.

Her lunch with Nikko went well. Kim slipped her arm through his as they left the building and allowed him to steer her through the busy foot traffic. Kim hated walking in central LA, it was another reason she cycled. The tall Americans all had their own places to be and not one of them ever gave way for the diminutive Asian. The tallest men failed to notice her at all and then Kim would get bashed by elbows and briefcases as she fought her way along the sidewalk. The subway was even worse during rush hour. Kim was the height of the average American's armpit. Not fun.

So she had enjoyed letting Nikko walk her to the Hama Sushi bar and pull her chair out for her like a gentleman. They made small talk for a while and Kim began to despair of him ever making a move on her. She had done as much of the running as her pride could stand. As they walked back to the office, Nikko was very quiet and Kim began to hope that he was mustering the courage to ask her on a proper date. He detoured through a park, another good sign. Nikko led her to a bench and sat down. Kim gazed up at him expectantly, her heart racing.

"Kimiko, we've been colleagues for a while now and I think we have become good friends. Friends who care for each other very much." Nikko spoke carefully, his faced slightly flushed.

"Yes Nikko, I care for you very much." Kim echoed breathily, her eyes alight with hope.

"So... I feel that our friendship has progressed and that you are someone I can trust to be discreet and professional." He paused as though mustering his courage.

"Of course I will be discreet and professional. You can trust me enough for that." Kim smiled, her heart filling with joy.

"I think you like me... I like you too, very much...

"Yes!"

"But I'm gay, Kim."

Kim had been leaning forwards, certain he was about to kiss her. She pulled back a little and then worried that Nikko might see that as rejection. She settled for hugging him, smiling ruefully into his shoulder at the way she had finally got her hands on the man.

"Oh Nikko... you don't have to worry about telling me that." Nikko hugged Kim back, the tension leaving him.

"I know, it's always stressful when I tell someone though. My family would never accept it and only a few trusted friends and colleagues know. Everyone else just thinks I'm a confirmed bachelor who abhors children."

They returned to the office arm in arm again but looked noticeably more casual and at ease with each other than when they had left. Nikko escorted Kim back to her office and then made his way to his own desk. Mayumi, one of Kim's translators stopped by and saw Nikko leave.

"He's handsome, that one." She teased in her native Japanese. "You should not miss such an opportunity."

"He's very nice but I don't think we are compatible." Was all Kim said.

[LitShark]

Cliff ground his teeth together as he watched his pretty little eye-candy waltz out of the office arm-in-arm with the wimpy little simp of a man who she was clearly after. She must have made her move on him, and he was too big of a wuss to say no but also too much of a wimp to do anything about it. For a moment Cliff pondered how much velocity his metal bucket could get from this height. Enough to wound him? Cripple him? Kill him? Maybe it would kill them both. If Cliff couldn’t taste her beauty it only seemed fair that no one else should.

All too soon they were lost from view among the masses and once more Cliff was left alone to his work. The sun was scorching hot and Cliff was already sweating, he opened the front of his coveralls and tied the arms around his waist, exposing his canvass of tattoos that covered his arms and shoulders.

***

Once the exterior of the building was cleaned and polished, Cliff returned to the Maintenance Room where his supervisor Brad was waiting.

“What the hell took you so damn long?” The surly old man cursed. “And why aren’t you in uniform? You’re supposed to be a professional! If you want to act like you’re out on the yard, I could fire your convict ass and send you back. Is that what you want?”

Cliff ground his teeth, the veins in his neck protruding as he struggled to contain his rage. It was like this every day with Brad, nothing Cliff ever did was right. If he finished quickly he’d be accused of cutting corners, if he took his time he was dragging his heels, and God forbid he shrug out of his long sleeves in ninety degree heat.

Cliff had no idea what Brad had against him, but he had no practical recourse. The terms of his parole required him to have a job; if he got fired from this one he’d have to go back to the halfway house, or even back to County.

“No Sir, that’s not what I want…” Cliff muttered through clenched teeth, pulling his sweaty coveralls back onto his tattooed shoulders. “I’ll try to be more efficient in the future.”

“You damn well better.” Brad replied, turning back to the small television he kept in his office. “Grab a mop and a plunger, the ladies room toilet on the fourth floor clogged up again. Go handle it.”

“Yes Sir.” Cliff grumbled, his face turning bright red from rage.

***

Cliff sighed loudly, dragging the mop and bucket behind himself as he hung the “Maintenance” sign over the door to the fourth floor bathroom, looking over the wide puddle of brownish water that had seeped from the last stall. He got to work mopping right away, wondering what and who could have caused such a mess and then left it behind.

Cliff also began to wonder about the beautiful woman he watched on the fourth floor, though he couldn’t imagine that she could have done something like this. Was her day developing as miserably as his was? Probably not. Still, Cliff held out hope that maybe by some miracle he might actually meet her face to face. It wasn’t often Cliff was given work on the inside of the building, and he was on her floor no less.

As unappealing as his work was, and as mortifying as it might have been to most to encounter the object of their affection while wading through shit-water, Cliff still hoped that he might come into contact with her. Finally hear her voice that he had so often imitated and at last know her by name.

“Its not like things could get much worse.”

[your_vice]

Kimiko finished translating the medical notes, checked through them laboriously and then faxed them to the hospital. To reward herself she wandered along to the open-plan area where her colleagues worked and ducked into the kitchen beside the restrooms to fix herself a refreshing jasmine scented green tea. A couple of years ago, Kim had been a coffee junkie but it had not proven good for her system so now she avoided caffeine, no matter how much she thought she needed it. Kim smiled to herself as she poured hot water over the tea-bag at how wrongly she had read Nikko. Although she would never admit it to him, Kim was embarrassed that she had been attracted to a man who had turned out to be gay. She had even fantasised about him while masturbating, which somehow made it worse.

"You're looking pleased with yourself."

A male voice with an American accent cut into her thoughts. It was Mark, one of the people she had been promoted above. She had never liked the way he looked at her and his outrage at being passed over for a foreign woman had made virtually any attempt to be civil to him futile. There had even been rumours that the prick was going to claim racial discrimination but he'd never had the balls to challenge Kim's promotion officially, he just bitched about it when he thought she was out of earshot. None of that stopped him from leering down at her however, trying to get a look down her top from his superior height. Kim pasted a neutral expression onto her face.

"I finally got those medical notes finished." She replied. It was true but it was also another example of how much her language skills surpassed his own. Mark could never have deciphered them accurately.

"Still insist on doing the grunt work yourself do you?" He replied, reaching over Kim and crowding her against the countertop as he removed a mug from a cupboard. Kim side-stepped away from him but she was forced to move towards the coffee-pot and Mark took the opportunity to press himself against her as he moved past. Now he was between her and the doorway.

"Management doesn't start and end with delegating." Kim snapped, slightly out of sorts. She tossed the bag from her mug and tried to move around Mark and leave the room. He turned at that moment with a full cup of black coffee, spilling it over her. Kim cried out in shock but it wasn't quite hot enough to scald.

"I'm so sorry." Mark replied, looking anything but as he grabbed a dishcloth and started rubbing it over her chest. Kim tried to step backwards but in the cramped kitchenette there was nowhere to move. She snatched the dishcloth from him ungraciously, flushed and angry.

"Get off of me!" She shouted. The open-plan office outside fell instantly silent. Kim cursed under her breath in Japanese and marched to the adjacent restroom, avoiding the stares and disregarding the sign on the door. Even if the toilets were out of order one of the sinks would work.

She could hear someone mopping in one of the stalls but Kim wasn't bothered. The maintenance people rarely spoke to her and many of them were of other nationalities with limited English anyway. She scrutinised herself in the mirror.

"Mark is a sleazy fucking bastard. When am I going to be able to fire his ass?" She asked her reflection. Her Japanese accent was always most pronounced when she was stressed and that annoyed her. Kim took a slug of her 'calming' tea and surveyed the damage.

It was a good thing she was wearing a black dress because the coffee didn't really notice once she had mopped it up. The silver-grey cardigan had to go though, leaving her shoulders bare in the strapless dress and bra. With the cardigan on, her outfit had looked professional but now it seemed too dressy. It couldn't be helped though, she could hardly change into her cycling shorts and vest.

Kim sponged the coffee from her dress as best she could with some paper towels and then stood beneath the hand dryer to minimise the wet patch.

[LitShark]

Cliff was mopping like a fiend now, the stinking mess had been isolated to the one stall where the clog had developed and he thought he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Just as he was nearing the point where he could stop mopping and finally address the real problem, Cliff overheard what sounded like a conflict developing just outside the bathroom. The voices were muffled and echoed to the point of unintelligibility but the sound of tense conflict was unmistakable. It sounded like a man accosting a young woman, but from where Cliff was it was impossible to tell.

Then the unmistakable sound of high heels echoing on tile reached his ears as someone stormed into the bathroom in spite of the bright yellow sign. For a second Cliff thought about bursting out to vent some of his frustration on whoever had showed such blatant disregard for his work, but when he peeked through the narrow gap between the door and the side of the stall he saw her…

It was unmistakably her, the girl Cliff had been lusting after ever since he had been placed in this shit job. His eyes grew wide as he watched her disrobe in front of the mirror and caress herself with one paper towel after another.

Cliff pondered, for a moment, the life of paper towel. Most of their life was dedicated to staying in their place, laying face to face with all the other paper towels, staying in line and not voicing an opinion. It reminded Cliff of the life of an inmate, the rigidly controlled atmosphere every day until at last you ship out to serve your grander purpose.

To be one of these lucky few paper towels must have been like striking the lottery. An infinitely higher life form selects you to nuzzle against their most intimate parts, absorbing as you had trained your whole life to absorb and being closer to them than most other humans ever would. The other paper towels must have rued their destiny to be resigned to drying hands, when other paper towels were lucky enough to be so close to this Goddess. It would surely give these paper towels something to boast about, in their shared journey to the landfill.

Cliff watched intently as she removed her expensive looking sweater, her ensemble beneath resembling some nightclub dress or something that a street-walker would wear to entice customers. Cliff stared in fascination at her ass when she bent over the sink to inspect her clothes.

Then she spoke…

“Mark is a sleazy fucking bastard. When am I going to be able to fire his ass?”

Then at last, there it was. The sound of her voice like music to Cliff’s ears. Finally Cliff had an excuse to approach her, moreover, Cliff had a task with which he knew he could help her. Whoever this Mark bastard was, Cliff could make sure that his beautiful girl wouldn’t have to fire him.

With a loud splash, Cliff thrust the mop back in its bucket, churning the brown water around the sides before throwing open the door to the stall. He must have shoved the door harder than even he realized, because it made a loud crashing sound as it hit the tile wall and made the woman jump in surprise. Cliff merely pretended that he didn’t notice, smiling at the woman’s startled reflection in the mirror, doing his best to seem charming.

Cliff moved over to the sink closest to where she was occupied under the electric hand dryer.

“Who’s Mark?” Cliff asked confidently, while scrubbing his hands in a thick lather. “I’m Cliff by the way. I clean your window.”

[your_vice]

Kim nearly leapt out of her skin when the stall door came crashing open and a huge bearded man strode out. He had to be one of the tallest Americans Kim had ever encountered and his body was clearly very muscular under his cover-alls. He wandered over to the sink beside her and started washing his hands. This was bad etiquette as anyone knows you don't use a stall or sink right beside a total stranger if there are others available. His height beside her just seemed ridiculous. She stepped away from the dryer but Kim had another surprise when he spoke to her. Most maintenance people pretended she wasn't there or just nodded deferentially.

“Who’s Mark? I’m Cliff by the way. I clean your window.” He informed her in a gruff baritone.

It was potentially quite a personal question and Kim decided the man-mountain was completely devoid of manners. She was polite to him though. Some manual workers around here were learning impaired or plain unintelligent and it was a shame they had less potential and opportunity.

"I didn't know that, I'm usually concentrating on my work. My name is Kimiko." She replied. "Mark is a subordinate of mine who thinks he should have gotten my job. He just threw coffee over me and then tried to clean it up himself." Kim flushed a little at the memory. It was obvious to Cliff which part of her anatomy Mark had been trying to mop up.

Kim wasn't meeting Cliff's gaze because to do so would have snapped her neck. She wouldn't see his eyes narrow or his jaw tighten at this revelation.

"He works in the open-plan area out there and as you know, I have my own office so I can avoid him most of the time."

Kim gathered her stained cardigan and mug and started moving towards the door.

"I hope the blockage in here isn't too bad." She wrinkled her nose sympathetically at the smell rising from the stall Cliff had been working in.

[LitShark]

Cliff grinned like an idiot as Kimiko introduced herself. At last he had a name to attach to his obsession, a name to hang his hopes on. She went on to explain who Mark was and why she was in the bathroom trying to clean herself off. When she revealed that Mark had accosted her in an attempt to clean up her chest himself, Cliff felt his blood pressure surging once more. Cliff didn’t have to have a Master’s degree to see what Mark’s true motives were behind his attempt at “helping”. Once again Cliff found himself gritting his teeth together, a nasty habit of his that had led to costly dental repairs over the years.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Cliff muttered between clenched teeth. “If he gives you any more trouble… Well, I’ll make sure that he doesn’t give you any more trouble.”

Catching himself before saying too much, Cliff listened intently as Kimiko went on to explain where Mark worked. Was she asking for his help? She had pondered firing the son-of-a-bitch just a moment ago when she thought she was alone. Mark’s seniority likely made him untouchable, even from the boss, and the company had been struggling with allegations of reverse discrimination in their hiring practices, that was how they had given Cliff his job as a sort of reverse affirmative action.

“Don’t worry Kimiko. Things are going to get better.” Cliff reassured her, feigning a smile despite his boiling internal rage. “You’ve got me to look after you from now on.”

Cliff reached out to give Kimiko a reassuring pat on her slender shoulder, but she just avoided his damp hand and began backing her way toward the exit. Cliff’s face fell slowly, his forced smile melting like a rubber mask in the oven.

“I hope the blockage in here isn’t too bad.”

Kimiko made a face when she said this, wrinkling her nose as if Cliff’s stench were making her stomach turn. Suddenly Cliff felt toxic and unwelcome, for the first time insecure about being in the ladies room and worried about how much of the stinking filth had made its way into the fabric of his work uniform and suede work boots.

“Oh, alright… bye then Kimiko. It was nice to finally meet you in person.” Cliff called after her, even though she was out of view, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper that only he could hear. “And don’t worry about Mark… He won’t be spilling anything anymore, except maybe his blood.”

Once she was gone Cliff moved slowly back to the offending stall, armed with a plunger.

***

By the time Cliff finished unclogging the toilet from hell, he smelled like an outhouse and had unsightly stains on the sleeves of his grey uniform. He wondered which of these tiny little Asian girls could have created such a gory mess in the toilet.

Shaking his head, Cliff tried to push the nightmarish experience from his mind, knowing that more disgust and humiliation awaited him within the Maintenance Room where Brian was likely feeding his face and watching the tube.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Brian shouted the moment Cliff opened the door. “You smell like shit rolled in week old eggs and curdled milk! I told you to fix the damn toilet, not fucking bathe in it!”

Cliff said nothing, he just closed the door behind himself and stepped forward to face Brian’s criticism of his work. It was alright though, the day was practically over and most of the office workers were leaving or had already gone home early. Surely after this hellish gauntlet of tasks and humiliation, Brian would have the decency to allow Cliff the chance to clock out and go shower.

“Will there be anything else Sir?” Cliff asked expectantly.

“You’re damn right there’s something else!” Brian shouted, causing Cliff to look up abruptly. “The parking garage looks worse than you smell. Get a broom and dust pan and go out there and sweep up all the bullshit.”

Cliff looked stricken by this command, it was inhuman! The stacked parking structure was joined with the parking garage from the mall on the other side of the complex. It had four levels and six different sections on each level, it was like a labyrinth without end, it would take Cliff hours just to navigate the cement fortress, much less sweep up after years of neglected garbage.

“That’ll take hours!” Cliff shouted before he could contain himself. “My shift ends in twenty minutes.”

“Your shift ends when I say it ends! Now get out of my sight you stinking hulk.”

[your_vice]

“Don’t worry Kimiko. Things are going to get better. You’ve got me to look after you from now on.”

His chest puffed out and he even smiled a little, as though they were friends or something. Kimiko's eyebrow raised without her even being aware of it. Who the hell did this mop-pusher think he was? She was perfectly capable of running her own department without enlisting the services of some retarded pet bully. Thirty seconds conversation and every heterosexual man she encountered seemed to think she couldn't handle herself. Having some total stranger of a manual worker offer to 'look after' her was about the final straw after the day she'd had.

He reached out to touch her and she recoiled, trying to look like she had been about to move anyway. It probably wasn't a good idea to upset the guy but he stuck those hands down toilets for a living. She could see he was a bit disappointed by her reaction and she felt pity for the man with his lack of social grace. At least he hadn't been a total shit like Mark, a man who ought to know far better.

“I hope the blockage in here isn’t too bad.” She replied by way of reconciliation, trying to feign an interest in the one thing she knew about the guy.

“Oh, alright… bye then Kimiko. It was nice to finally meet you in person.” He replied as she left.

Kimiko was a little disconcerted by Cliff's behaviour. He seemed to think he knew her, even though all he had done was clean her window. Kimiko couldn't even remember ever actually seeing him clean it. If she was in her office, she was busy on the phone or engrossed in her work. Knowing she had been observed and noticed without realising it squicked her a little.

Kim returned to her office and got on with the remainder of her day. The incident in the kitchen went around the office like wildfire so kim made a point of talking about it with a couple of known gossips. The last thing she needed was Mark entertaining himself by making her out to be a cocktease or something. It was just the sort of thing he'd do.

She was weary by the time she took the lift down to the ground floor. The bicycle cage was at street level and Kim walked out in her shorts and vest, strapping on a helmet and throwing her purse into a box behind the saddle of her bike. The temperature was dropping a little but exertion would soon warm her up. Kim bent to unfasten the combination lock around the frame. People were waiting in a long queue to leave the building's parking lot and Kim shook her head at them, knowing she would zip by them in a few minutes and be home before many of her colleagues had battled through the traffic.

[LitShark]

Cliff swept a little harder than he needed to, pushing the empty Starbucks cup into his handheld dust pan and slapping the broom handle loudly against the plastic container. By now he was already cursing himself for coming on so strong with Kimiko. She didn’t know him, not even a little bit, and yet he felt comfortable prying in her business affairs and utterly grossing her out with his appearance and smell.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Cliff cursed himself, sweeping up a granola bar wrapper.

The sun was setting outside and the lights in the parking garage made everything around him glow in an eerie yellowish tint as Cliff ventured over to the more expensive looking cars nearest to the elevator. Just as he was sweeping up a pile of ashes and old cigarette butts that someone had just dumped out beside their silver Cadillac coupe, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

The guy who walked out looked like everything that Cliff hated about the “corporate class”; smug and self assured to no end. He sauntered out of the elevator as if his presence was a gift to the world, and anyone close by ought to throw themselves in his path to protect his patent leather wing-tips from the disgrace of touching the garage floor.

Cliff did his best to ignore the douche bag, but it became clear that that would be impossible as the lights on the silver Caddy flashed and the horn beeped once, signaling that the doors had been unlocked remotely. The guy walked past Cliff, tossing an apple core over his shoulder for Cliff to catch.

“Take care of that for me Janitor.” Mark ordered smugly, calling Cliff ‘Janitor’ as if it was his name. “Next time not so close to the Caddy alright? I don’t want you getting any of your stink on her.”

“Mark?” Cliff asked, recognizing the sheer douchiness that Kimiko had described. “Are you Mark?”

Mark turned, holding the driver’s side door open as he looked back at Cliff looking utterly disgusted and outraged at being addressed directly by “the help”.

“How the fuck do you know my name Janitor?” Mark asked, squaring his shoulders to Cliff and suddenly confrontational. “I could have you fucking fired you shit-mopping asshole! I could report you to your bo- Ah!”

Cliff interrupted Mark’s hateful tirade by swinging the plastic dust pan like an axe and hitting him squarely in the temple. The tool made a hollow sound when it struck him, flipping over and dumping garbage all over Mark’s designer suit. Mark fell into the driver’s seat of his Cadillac and in a flash Cliff was leaning over him, keeping him pinned. Cliff gripped Mark’s tie, holding his head stationary as Cliff’s right fist rained punches down on his defenseless face. Over and over Mark screamed and howled in protest but to no avail.

Cliff’s fist made a wet smacking noise each time he punched Mark, occasionally hearing the sharp crack whenever a tooth broke free of his gums. Mark was probably trying to beg for mercy, but all that escaped his battered maw was agonized moaning and gurgling.

Several fights on the prison yard had taught Cliff to never assume that a fight was won, and even in the case of a pathetic little urchin like Mark, Cliff wasn’t going to take anything for granted. When Mark managed to get one arm free, he began blaring the horn in the hopes that someone would come to help.

Cliff quickly grabbed Mark’s offending arm by the wrist and manipulated it so that his knee was squarely positioned on Mark’s elbow, then he pulled with all his might. For a moment there was silence, broken only by Mark’s moans of protest.

Finally Cliff managed to overpower Mark’s fragile joint and a sound like someone snapping a broom stick rang out from inside the car, followed by another agonizing scream.

“You think you’re hot shit huh, motherfucker? You like to molest little women who can’t defend themselves? Dump coffee on your superiors? Huh?!? Is that what you like?!?” Cliff bellowed, the veins in his neck throbbing and his eyes wild, all his pent up aggression from the hellish day spilling over directly onto Mark. “How about this, you cock-sucker? Do you like this shit? What’s the matter? It’s not as much fun when the people you abuse can fight back is it?”

Taking hold of Mark’s ankle, Cliff dragged him roughly out of the leather and suede seat, watching with glee as Mark’s head bounced from the seat, to the bottom of the door then eventually to the concrete floor. Delivering a few forceful kicks to the back of Mark’s skull with his thick soled boots, Cliff watched with glee as the man lay in a pool of his own blood, snot and saliva.

Not yet satisfied with himself Cliff knew there was no turning back anymore. If Mark told anyone about this, Cliff would be on his way back to jail. There was only one solution…

Cliff grabbed Mark’s head by the hair, yanking his head up and setting it squarely in the corner of the open car door.

“You’re not going to be harassing anybody ever again you piece of shit! You’re not going to be doing any-fucking-thing ever again!” Cliff roared, gripping the side of the heavy car door. “Say goodnight, douche-bag!”

THWAMB!

The sound of heavy steel panels that usually lined up like clockwork resounded from the sound of being slammed against a sturdy obstruction. That obstruction being the sides of Mark’s skull. Cliff grinned even bigger as the door swung back to him, revealing a deep bloody indention in Mark’s head, resembling the shape of a check mark.

THWAMB!

Cliff slammed the door again, just for fun. This time the impact caused Mark’s blood to splatter on the cream colored interior of the car.

THWAMB!!! THWAMB!! THWAMB!! Splunk!

Cliff continued slamming the door until there was almost nothing left of Mark’s head at all. The bloody pulp which remained more closely resembled spaghetti in a broken bowl than anything human.

Cliff fished through Mark’s pockets, retrieving his keys. Cliff popped the trunk, knowing he was going to have to find a way to clean this mess up.

[your_vice]

Kimiko's evening was a quiet one. She lived alone in a little studio flat. Her parents couldn't understand why she had moved out but Kim needed her own little space. She fixed herself some dinner and then relaxed in a hot bath with a book and some sake warming over a candle on an oil burner.

When she was done with all that, Kim dried her hair and watched TV for a while. Nothing grabbed her attention however, so she soon decided she might as well take herself off to bed.

Kim was disappointed about Nikko and now she had to dream up another masturbatory fantasy. A good hard orgasm would send her off to sleep faster than anything else. Kim started touching herself idly, avoiding her clit and drawing moisture from her core by stroking her labia. Images flitted through her mind but none were compelling enough to linger. Mark's face came to her briefly and Kim was reminded of the shame she had felt when he rubbed against her clumsily and spilled coffee down her front. To her intense surprise, her face flushed and her pussy juice started flowing more freely. She couldn't stand Mark so Kim decided she must have touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Her mind roamed through the caucasian men where she worked but they were all fairly unremarkable. Annoyed with her lack of imagination, Kim started to rub her clit directly, circling it with a reasonable amount of pressure in the hope that something would come to her when she was horny enough. Kim still longed to bed an American and see how big their cocks were. Black men scared her to death but if urban myth was at all accurate, white men were better endowed than Asians.

Unbidden, the maintenance guy's swarthy countenance filled her mind. He was head and shoulders taller even than most Americans and broad-shouldered with it. He would probably have an enormous cock, maybe even bigger than black men had. Kim was moaning and arching slightly on her bed by this time. She pushed aside thoughts of his face and focused on what his cock might look like, how it would feel if he tried to push it inside her, with his powerful physique driving it into her body. Kim pushed 3 and then 4 of her small fingers into her wet pussy and bucked on it, curling her digits to find her G spot. Her fantasy played out until he was fucking her, pistoning that huge organ in and out of her helpless pussy.

She came hard and without much warning, crying out softly and grinding against her hands until the waves of pleasure passed. She fell asleep almost immediately afterwards.

xXx

The next day, Kim showered and breakfasted on fruit, granola and natural yoghurt. She cycled into work as usual but Mark never turned up. Kim tried calling his home and cell phone but both clicked over to voicemail, Mark's sardonic drawl of a message made her cringe. Kim left messages, re-allocated some of his workload and then quietly made it known that Mark had gone awol. Kim was a conscientious and reliable employee but Mark sometimes imagined that trifles like telling his boss he was still breathing were above him. This was not the first time he had disappeared and then strolled in after lunch saying he'd had to see a doctor or something. It was rude in the extreme and Kim wanted it noted by the people who had chosen her for her role.

The clock ticked ever more slowly towards lunchtime as Kim got to work on some of Mark's stuff herself, unwilling to let deadlines slip and a backlog accumulate so he could bitch about her management skills when he finally returned.

[LitShark]

It had been a long night to say the least. It had been easy enough to drive Mark’s car up into the Hollywood Hills and position him in the driver’s seat and roll the expensive car off the road on an S-curve. The hard part was making sure the car burned up any evidence of the scuffle was much harder by comparison. Fortunately Cliff had remembered to bring a can of gasoline to douse the interior in before he lit a fire in the gas tank.

It took Cliff four bus transfers and two hours to get back to his dingy little apartment and by the time he finished showering and scrubbing his work clothes it was after three in the morning.

Cliff had to get an early start the next day, taking the bus to work since his own crummy car had been left in the company parking structure. He was running on two hours of sleep when Brian confronted him in front of the time cards.

“You didn’t clock out last night.” Brian said suspiciously, eying Cliff as he reached for his time card. “What the fuck were you doing.”

“Oh, didn’t I?” Cliff said flatly, suppressing a yawn. “Must have just slipped my mind.”

Brian stared at Cliff over the edge of his glasses. His eyes burning into Cliff, certain that his favorite employee to abuse was hiding something. At the moment, however, he couldn’t prove it, so he waived for Cliff to clock in and go about his business.

***

Standing on a small flimsy platform, held by ropes, five stories above the street was a dangerous enough on a good day; it was significantly more dangerous when Cliff could barely keep his eyes open. He went about his scrubbing and squeegee duties to the best of his ability, but on the fifth floor he had a heart stopping moment when he had dozed off and with his rag against the window began to lean forward.

As Cliff dozed, the small platform on which he stood began to swing outward slowly. Cliff was face to face with a five story fall before he was awakened by the sound of the ropes straining against this unfamiliar orientation. Cliff let out a loud gasp and grabbed for the safety rails on the sides of his little platform, causing the whole rig to swing back into the window.

Luckily the glass was strong and the only substantial damage came to Cliff’s rig and his already frayed nerves. Fortunately, he was in the process of finishing this window and had Kimiko’s window to look forward to next.

As Cliff lowered himself down, the hinges of the rig made a squeaking noise that it had never made before.

Kimiko was at her desk, working hard as usual. For a moment Cliff just stared, watching the delicate way she curled her shapely legs under herself and leaned forward on her palm. She reminded Cliff of fairy tales he’d heard as a kid, about the princess in her tower, waiting to be rescued by a dashing prince who could reach her.

Cliff knocked on the window, making sure to get her attention even through the thick soundproof glass. When she turned toward the window, Cliff waved like an idiot, not sure what else he could do to communicate through the thick glass.

[your_vice]

Kimiko's day had not improved. Mark's wife had called, sobbing down the phone with the news that he had died in a car accident. Kim spent an hour talking to the bereaved woman, by which time it was becoming difficult to appear properly grief stricken. Kim felt bad but it just wasn't in her to mourn Mark with any real degree of sincerity. She arranged for someone to clear his desk and have everything for Mark's wife to collect and then Kim had to call her superiors with the news that their team was a translator short. There was simply too much work on at the moment and she was hoping they would give her permission to recruit a replacement.

The call didn't go too badly. Once again she had to feign distress at the news her lecherous, married colleague had been stupid and arrogant enough to run his flashy little piece of shit car off the road. Mark had always been a liability in the damn thing and he had enjoyed tooting his horn, revving and swerving close to Kim if he had overtaken her on her bicycle. One hot summer day he had pulled up beside her at some lights and then reached out of the open top and tried to touch her ass. Kim had slammed her pedal into his bodywork and left a huge scratch that he hadn't dared complain about. The guy had been so damn vain he had gone out at lunch the next day and had it repaired. Mr Yamoto, who was one of the senior consulate officials, had given consent for Kim to advertise for a translator and a secretary. He wanted her to try and recruit from within but he said he would understand if she brought in some new employees.

Kim sat typing out employment ads when there was a huge thump against her window. She leapt in her chair and spun it around, not really surprised to see the grinning, waving maintenance guy there with a rig and a squeegee. Fantastic. So now whenever the stupid man washed the glass she was going to have to smile and wave. Kim returned the gesture but her manner was more polite and reserved than friendly. She had found she could pretty much get away with being sullen and rude with Americans, because they somehow expected Asian women to be solemn and quiet. She didn't have the heart to turn back to her work without acknowledging him.

He didn't move on to the next window though, he just stared at her. Oh holy shit. This enormous bear of a man was sweet on her, she could see it in his eyes. Kim was unsettled by that, given how forward he had been in the restroom. She smiled again and then pointed to the phone and picked it up, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear that it wasn't actually ringing. She turned back to her monitor, clicked through some random stuff and counted to fifty, by which time Kim sneaked a look that confirmed he had moved on. Thank goodness.

[LitShark]

Cliff’s face distorted in dissatisfaction as Kimiko appeared to simply brush him off. Sure, she gave a cursory wave and then apparently received an urgent phone call, Cliff could understand that. But she never, not even once looked back to the window, even to indicate what the call could have been regarding. Cliff was well versed in pantomime and was confident in his ability to communicate without words if necessary. To be simply disregarded, especially after the night he had endured for her sake, was simply unforgivable.

Once Cliff had finished cleaning, shining and destreaking Kimiko’s window, he lathered on a thick square of soap and then used his finger to write the word “LuNcH?” to the best of his ability in backwards letters (though the N and the C would appear backwards from Kimiko’s vantage).

After finishing his soap and streaked proposition, Cliff moved on, without so much as even a polite wave goodbye from the beautiful Kimiko. It seemed that what she had in looks and success, she lacked in manners and person ability.

The rest of Cliff’s afternoon was relatively uneventful, going about his job until the exterior of the building was cleaned.

When the lunch hour arrived, Cliff mustered his courage and dared to enter the interior of the building, in the hopes that Kimiko would accept his invitation to a casual lunch date. He got more than a few looks from the well dressed people who worked in the building, not just because he was at least a head taller than any of them, but also because his work clothes made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the menagerie of young business professionals, all wearing expensive tailored suits or tasteful skirt and sweater sets.

After a ride on the elevator, which made Cliff wish he could fall through the floor, he had reached his destination. The fourth floor, her floor. At last he was going to have his long awaited chance to truly confess his feelings for her.

More inquisitive glances came Cliffs way, even a few hateful glares as he made his way toward Kimiko’s office. One petite and also gorgeous Asian woman even offered to help him find his way.

“Hi, could I help you find someone?” The girl said sweetly. “I’m Mayumi, by the way. You are…?”

“Uh, I’m Cliff. I work here too.” Cliff said, feeling the need to explain himself as he nervously scratched the back of his head. “I- uh- came to see if my friend was ready to go to lunch. I don’t need any help though, thanks. I know my way around pretty well. I’m here to see Kimiko.”

“Aren’t they all…” Mayumi muttered, her eyes drifting down to her shoes. “Well, if you ever need anything in the future let me know. I’ll do my best!”

Mayumi smiled wide and nodded her head in a solemn promise that made Cliff blush slightly for some reason. Once Mayumi had scampered past the giant maintenance man, Cliff continued on to Kim’s office.

“Hey, are you ready for lunch?” Cliff asked shyly, knocking on her door at the same time as he opened it. “I hope its okay that I came up here. I just didn’t want you to leave without me.”

Cliff slapped on his best polite smile as he opened the door fully, peering around the edge cautiously. Kim had never given him a proper answer to his invite, but Cliff figured it was just because of the soundproof window and her lack of writing tools. Surely she wouldn’t be intentionally brushing him off… Not after what he’d done for her…

[your_vice]

When Kimiko had turned back, she saw that the maintenance guy had left soap all over her window. It looked like he'd tried to write something or draw a picture but she couldn't make out what it was as the suds rolled down the windowpane. She really hoped he wasn't going to get persistent, the last thing she wanted to have to do was complain about the giant janitor and risk pissing him off.

It finally came time for lunch and Kim planned to go sit in the park with some leftovers that she had brought from home. She had her purse and the tub of food in her hands when there was a knock on the door. Kim sighed audibly, wondering who the hell wanted her so urgently when they knew it was her lunchtime.

“Hey, are you ready for lunch? I hope its okay that I came up here. I just didn’t want you to leave without me.”

Kim was incredulous when she heard the unmistakable, low rumbling tones. So that's what the damn window puzzle had been about. How was she supposed to get out of this? She couldn't have people seeing her leaving with him after stepping out with Nikko only yesterday. What with that and the incident in the kitchen yesterday, people were going to think she was a total slut. Kim put her hand to her forehead, feeling the start of a headache. What a fucking day.

His huge, whiskered face appeared around the door. His eyes looked hopeful which made Kim uncomfortable. She had to give guys the brush off all the time but the janitor was so disadvantaged and had tried to be so sweet that this was going to feel like kicking a puppy. Kim threw the food tub into her purse, hoping he wouldn't see it.

"Hi..." Kim said, feigning a smile. "Um... is it Clive? I'm sorry but I've had a really bad day. One of my colleagues died and... while that's very sad... it's left me with a lot of work to do. I'm not going to have time to go out for lunch today... In fact, the next couple of weeks are going to be really busy for me because I'll have my workload, some of my colleague's and I'll have to interview new staff..." She dropped her gaze awkwardly from his crestfallen face. "I'm sorry."

[LitShark]

“I-it’s Cliff. Not Clive, Cliff.” Cliff said through clenched teeth, he was grinding again. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d gone all night without grinding his teeth, but that was over now. “You work too hard already, you can take a break.”

She was blowing him off. Cliff had been rejected enough times to recognize the insincere excuses and inability to meet his gaze. It made his stomach turn to see Kim stumbling over excuses and looking at him like a stain on her clothes; he thought she was better than that. It was becoming clear that his faith had been misplaced with this woman, beautiful as she was, she was nothing more than another shallow, money grubbing whore like Cliff’s first wife.

It was hard not to think about Mark, about why Cliff had done what he did. At the time it just seemed natural, the guy was an asshole, the world was a better place without him, but deep down Cliff knew he had done it for her…

“You can’t really be sad about what happened to that asshole.” Cliff insisted, closing the door to her office behind himself. “You said yourself, that you wanted to fire him. Just come to lunch with me, alright? The work will still be here when you get back.”

It was a struggle for Cliff to keep from raising his voice at the tiny woman, his frustration was mounting and even though she never asked him, Cliff had committed murder to protect her. He wasn’t content to slink back through the maze of her judgmental coworkers like some spurned puppy. Cliff was going to be leaving here with Kimiko one way or another, on his arm or under it.

“Come on Kim… Don’t be a bitch.”

[your_vice]

“You can’t really be sad about what happened to that asshole.” Cliff insisted, closing the door to her office behind himself. “You said yourself, that you wanted to fire him. Just come to lunch with me, alright? The work will still be here when you get back.”

Kimiko was not happy when Cliff closed the door. He seemed to fill her cramped little office and she could see he was annoyed. She flushed slightly as she recalled bitching about Mark in the bathroom. Kim moved cautiously around Cliff, not liking the set of his shoulders or the determined jut of his jaw.

"It's true that I never got along with Mark but that doesn't mean that I take any pleasure in knowing that he died in a car accident." This wasn't strictly true. Kim thought it was cosmic karma that Mark's reckless driving had taken him out without killing anyone else in the process but walls had ears around the consulate and she didn't want Cliff to be able to say she had been dancing on her desk in celebration. "Today really isn't a good day for me." She continued.

“Come on Kim… Don’t be a bitch.” He protested.

Kim started to lose her patience. She had been polite to the man when the majority of her co-workers would have blanked him completely. She had put up with his over-familiarity and even waved when he cleaned her window. Kim was not about to encourage Cliff's corporate crush by going to lunch with him and even if he had been someone she wanted to know better, she was only half way through an incredibly shit day and she already had a headache. Kim's tone was harder when she spoke again, trying to convey that she was not to be cajoled into changing her mind. She moved closer to the office door.

"Look Cliff, I'm having a really rough day. I didn't understand what you drew on the window and I wasn't expecting you to arrive up here. I don't have the time to go out for lunch and I don't think our acquaintance should be anything other than professional. I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression somehow but I think it's best we get that cleared up. I try to be nice to everyone who works here and I wish more people would do the same but it seems I've sent out some mixed signals and I apologise."

Kim had her hand on the door handle now. She didn't know what else she could do. She had been nice enough to give him the brush off in private rather than out in the halls and she didn't see how Cliff could ever have thought she was interested in him. Hopefully this could all be straightened out before Kim had to start being rude and ask him to leave.

[LitShark]

When Kim made a wide arc, trying to bypass Cliff on her way to the door Cliff got even more frustrated and more angry. She continued blathering on about how tough her day had been, which only made things worse. Cliff had almost fallen to his death outside her window, as well as gotten his ear chewed off by his supervisor, neither of which were problems Kim could ever face given her status and physical location inside the building. And for what? Just to be snubbed once again by another pompous elitist bitch who thought she was better than him?

When Kimiko reached for the door handle, Cliff’s arm shot out, a flat palm holding the thick wooden door shut. It wasn’t hard to tell how much stronger Cliff was than Kimiko, one needed only look at them to decipher that little tidbit, but despite the disparity in their sizes and strength Kimiko still tried to muscle the door open despite him.

“You aren’t anything like I though you would be…” Cliff muttered in a low and dangerous tone. “I’m sorry I ever met you.”

All at once Cliff released his hold on the door, it swung inward violently, the sudden give sending Kimiko sprawling backwards. When she tried to maintain her grip on the handle to support herself, Cliff shoved the door closed once again. The door slammed shut with a sound like a gunshot and Kim was sent sprawling to the floor. Cliff opened the door slowly as she stared up at him.

“For the last time, no! I don’t want to have sex with you, so just stop it already!" Cliff shouted, raising his voice for all in the open work area to hear. “Stop with the little notes! Stop with the texts! Stop driving by my apartment at all hours! Just stop! Its never going to happen, got that? I don’t want you, so leave me alone!”

Cliff slammed the door closed again behind himself, meeting the stunned eyes of everyone in the area. He strode confidently away from Kim’s door, smirking a little bit as anyone whose gaze he met looked away abruptly.

“That’s right, keep moving.” Cliff taunted someone who was slow getting out of his way in his path to the elevator.

[your_vice]

Kim was shaking from head to foot by the time Cliff's noisy departure faded into the distance. The guy was a fucking psycho. Kim was appalled by what he had said but she knew damn well the office gossips would enjoy pretending to believe it. She realised that she probably had only a few minutes to complain about Cliff in before he marched down to personnel and accused her of harassment or something. She got to her feet and staggered to her desk, picking up the receiver with a trembling hand and fumbling a couple of times over the extension she wanted.

"Human Resources? I need to make a complaint please."

Kim explained how Cliff had become infatuated with her and how he had tried to get to know her better before being told she wasn't interested. She started to cry as she went on to tell how he had refused to leave her office, slammed the door violently, caused her to fall deliberately and then yelled at her in full view of the entire department. The HR guy was very sympathetic and assured Kim he would be investigating.

"To be honest." He said. "These parole placements almost never work out. The convicts don't want to work for their pay, the work they do do is sub-standard, they don't observe company protocols and then they get belligerent when we have to take disciplinary action. But this kind of harassment-" Kim cut him off, incredulous.

"Parole placement? Cliff is an ex convict?" She spluttered.

"Oh yes. We have to take a quota in unskilled labour. Let me check his file." Kim was put on hold for a few minutes and all she could do was stare at the door Cliff had exited through, in total shock.

"I have it here. I shouldn't really divulge this but... under the circumstances. Cliff murdered his wife and her lover... quite a gruesome case. His manager here isn't too impressed with him either. I'll have a word with Cliff's boss about suspending him and then I'm sure we can clear this up in a disciplinary hearing and have him sent back to the pen."

"Thankyou. Please let me know what happens to him."

Kim hung up the phone, in a state of total shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She called Mayumi's desk and announced she had a migraine and was going home. She couldn't work after what had just happened, she needed some time to herself.

Kim changed into her cycling gear in the office and then left.

[LitShark]

Cliff left the elevator to find Brian on the phone, glaring at him. Cliff bowed his head slightly, ashamed and also mortified that after all of his hard work he was on his way back to prison, over a girl. Wasn’t that always the way?

In Cliff’s experience with crime and punishment it had been.

Hanging his head, Cliff stepped forward, bracing himself for the worst as Brian hung up the phone. Unexpectedly, Brian responded with a familiar clap on Cliff’s shoulder, the gesture was so unexpected and so opposite from what Cliff expected that it made Cliff jump. He would have been less surprised if Brian had punched him.

“You really screwed the pooch with this one kid.” The old man said, his voice almost comforting. “The boys upstairs said I should fire you, but I told them to go fuck themselves. Now, a suspension is mandatory for this kind of thing, I have to do it. Take a week, get your shit together and decide what’s really important to you. But you’ll still have this job when you get back. Alright?”

“Why are you being so cool all of a sudden?” Cliff asked, still not quite trusting this kinder, gentler version of his boss. “You’ve been riding my ass since day one, now that I’ve actually fucked up you’re acting like we’ve been pals for years. What gives?”

Brian just smiled over the edges of his spectacles and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a canvass of faded and smudged prison tats up and down his arm.

“I’m so hard on you because I want you to be ready. Nobody is going to be soft on an ex con, not here or anywhere else.” Brian explained. “This little situation here is a perfect example of that. I’m sure your heart was in the right place, but those people up there just see you as a liability. Nothing more. Now get out of here and get your head straight.”

With that, Brian gave Cliff one final slap on the back and turned back to his little corner of the basement. Cliff smiled briefly on his way back to the elevator.

***

Cliff’s car idled at the parking garage exit, his eyes glued to the bike rack just outside the garage. She’d be going home soon and then he’d have his chance. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bold with him if they were to have the same conversation from before in her living room.

[your_vice]

Kim marched past her department, her face flaming, avoiding the stares. There would be plenty of time to deny Cliff's outrageous slander tomorrow. Kim was just too shaken to face them right now. She walked down the stairs, her head clearing further with every floor she got away from her own. She emerged onto the street and unlocked her bike, strapping on her helmet and heading off into the lunchtime traffic. It felt so strange to be going home at this time of day, adding to Kim's overall discomfiture.

She lived about a 20 minute cycle from her apartment and her route took her through a park. It wasn't going to be fun doing the journey in the blazing sun rather than early morning or in the evening but it was far preferable to staying at work. Kim powered into the ride, working out her anger and indignation. Who the hell did that murdering bastard think he was anyway? What was he doing back on the street if he was delusional and volatile? Kim decided to make it her mission to have Cliff put back inside. He was a walking timebomb. When she got home, she would spend the afternoon seeking legal advice.

[LitShark]

Cliff’s tires spun for a moment as he attempted to keep pace with Kim’s aggressive cycling. Traffic also worked in Kim’s favor, preventing Cliff from keeping pace at nearly every stoplight and congested intersection, but Cliff no longer had any regard for traffic laws. He sped around stopped cars and even drove on the wrong side of the road when he needed to. This was, after all, his only shot at finding her place of residence.

When Kim veered off into the park, Cliff sped down the road that bordered the park, no longer able to follow her directly. Cliff sped and swerved around cars, treating the oncoming lane like a passing lane until he reached the end of the park.

Cliff spent some time idling until Kim finally emerged from the park, allowing Cliff to resume his tail. The last bit of the journey to Kim’s house was comparatively uneventful. As she wheeled her bike up the steps to her home, Cliff parked and got out of his car.

Breaking into a jog as Kim let the door ease closed behind her, Cliff was just in time to catch it and sneak into her building.

Taking care to preserve his distance, Cliff followed Kim to her swanky uptown apartment. When she used her key to open her front door, Cliff made his move. Closing the distance between them in a flash and using his groin to shove her inside and closing the door behind himself, then locking it as well.

“I see you’ve taken your chance to report me.”

[your_vice]

Kim stared up at her assailant, appalled. Before she had even known what had happened, she had been hustled into her apartment and now he was locking the door.

“I see you’ve taken your chance to report me.” He growled, clearly livid about it.

Kim's horror-struck expression became angry at the injustice of this whole thing. She stepped back in order to look Cliff in the eye.

"Yes Clive... Cliff, I reported you. You came into my office, attacked me and then yelled slander for my whole department to hear. I never encouraged your little fantasy, you decided I was interested in you when I wasn't. I never was!" Kim's voice dropped to a low hiss. "Now I know why nobody talks to you people. I wish I'd blanked you just like they did. This is my home. You have no business being here. I will give you one opportunity to walk away and leave me alone." Kim darted away and grabbed the phone at the other end of the hall, punching 911. "You go now, or I'll finish this call and send you back to jail where you belong."

[LitShark]

Cliff just smirked and ripped the phone cord out of the wall, snapping the plastic clip that held it in place. As Cliff held up the broken cord he just grinned at Kim’s shocked expression. As she held the phone which was connected to nothing, Cliff moved closer, towering over her with that same sadistic grin on his face.

“You dumb bitch, I didn’t attack you. I held the door and when I let it go you fell over, that’s your own stupid fault.” Cliff said, his voice low and dangerous. “All I wanted from you was a casual lunch date, but you couldn’t do that. Could you? You think you’re too fucking good to give ‘us people’ the time of day. You already missed your chance to walk away, now I’m going to show you what its like where you think I belong. I’m going to make you my bitch!”

Kim tried to escape Cliff’s lunge, but to no avail. Then she tried to struggle against him but was clearly outmatched. Cliff’s greedy hands helped themselves to her body which he had spent so long lusting after, squeezing, pinching, feeling and caressing her tiny frame roughly. When she finally mustered a decent attack, kneeing him squarely in his balls, Cliff retaliated by delivering a fierce head-butt to her left eye.

“Now that was a fucking attack.” Cliff said, letting Kimiko tumble to the floor, her eye already beginning to swell. “Here, I’ve got some more for you bitch.”

Cliff’s heavy leather boot kicked Kim hard in the midsection with enough force to lift her frail body up off of the rug. The brutal attack was repeated once more, making certain that she knew that she was at his mercy, a quality he was currently running short on.

“How does that feel? Pretty shitty I’ll bet. That’s been every fucking day of my life for the past twenty years.” Cliff shouted, taunting Kim as the dirty sole of his boot came to rest on her face. “Everybody wants to kick you when your down Kim. That’s what you people never find out until it’s too late.”

While Cliff ground his boot against Kim’s swelling face, he reached back, his large coarse fingers roughly pawing at Kim’s pussy through her thin biking shorts. With his other hand he unzipped the front of her vest, moving inside to continue the assault on her subtle breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move… Then I’m going to make you ride your fucking bike after I fuck you up the ass… You’re going to learn what it’s like to be me, what its like when nobody wants to let you up. Because I think that this is where you belong!”

[your_vice]

He seemed to be everywhere at once, his huge hands pawing at her tiny frame and lingering on her tits and ass. Kim tried to fight him off but they both knew it was ultimately futile even as she gathered her nerve and her strength and kneed Cliff in the groin. The great thug had only been momentarily inconvenienced by her attack before he had headbutted her, making Kim see stars as her skull ricocheted off of the floor.

“Now that was a fucking attack.” He announced. “Here, I’ve got some more for you bitch.”

He rose to his feet, towering over Kim as he put the boot in. She was completely winded as he propelled her across the floor, retching and gasping air into her lungs even as he aimed a second vicious kick.

“How does that feel? Pretty shitty I’ll bet. That’s been every fucking day of my life for the past twenty years.” Cliff bellowed. Kim wanted to point out that she hadn't destroyed her good name by committing a double homicide but letting on she knew that much about Cliff would probably get her killed. “Everybody wants to kick you when your down Kim. That’s what you people never find out until it’s too late.” He bitched as the sole of his boot pressed into her face. Kim tried to squirm out from under his boot but Cliff was having none of it.

One of his big hands reached back and started pawing her pussy possessively through her shorts while the other unzipped her top. Kim had to lie there helplessly as Cliff groped at her little tits painfully hard.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move… Then I’m going to make you ride your fucking bike after I fuck you up the ass… You’re going to learn what it’s like to be me, what its like when nobody wants to let you up. Because I think that this is where you belong!”

Kim tried harder to get out from under him. Yelling 'No!' in three different languages in her distress. There was no way she would ever survive his cock in her tiny ass. Kim could do nothing to make Cliff budge and the fight began to go out of her as she tired.