Episode 4 - The invisible Girl part 4

"Ma'am, are you ok??" he asks again seeing the look on her face.

Amy stares at his face, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. She cant form the words and she stutters a little. "ye Ye Yes, I am mm fi fine" she finally manages to get out taking his offered hand.

It was warm, slightly rough in texture, and didnt move even when she put her whole body weight on it to pull herself up. She reached her feet and stumbled in the heels falling into his chest.

The man catches her "Well gee, not that I don appreciate the attention, but we just met" he chides with a grin showing pearly white teeth.

Amy cant focus, her brain suddenly registering the fact she had been running, and must be sweating. Oh no I must stink! she thought, quickly pulling the perfume out. She tries to spray it on herself quickly.

However she did not pay attention to the direction of the nozzle. Two spritzes later, and the mans eyes were burning and red "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" he shouts and everyone looks over at the two.

She is standing there with his arms around her, a bottle in her hand held up, and the mans face covered with red and eyes watering.

Everyone thought she had just maced a molester.

"I am sooo sorry!" she says to him putting the bottle back in her purse and trying to find something to help him wipe his eyes. However the people around them had moved forward. He looked around and noticed everyone had gotten the wrong idea.

About this time the next train pulled in and opened its doors. People came rushing out saving them both. Amy ran inside the train shouting again "I am sooooo sorry, thank you again!" as the doors were closing.

After the train pulls away, she realizes she didnt even get his name.

The train approached the next station. Amy walked out and up the stairs to the street. Her head lost in a fog thinking about the man she just ran into.

What a hunk! she thought to herself. Before she realized it, she was at her desk pulling her chair in her cubicle out. She was about to sit down when she heard familiar loud foot steps approaching her cubicle.

It was her boss.

The man was fat, like really fat. He walked with his hips stamping his feet on the ground each step. He rounded the corner on her "Amy, We have a specific time we are supposed to start work for a reason, And here you are being late." He started without even a hello.

Amy's boss continued to drone on, not even looking at her. Amy just stood there, she knew this was going to happen the moment she was late. Taking out her brush she decided she may as well brush the tangles out while she was standing there.

Her boss, named Steve, still had not even looked at her. He grabbed the belt of his sagging pants and pulled them back up over his protruding belly. The wrinkled khaki colored pants moving over his rotund front, disheveling his blue simple button down top. The buttons strain under the tension of his flesh, barely containing the tight white t shirt covered in food stains hidden beneath.

His balding head with a bad comb over finally turned and mid sentence he stopped.

"And further more, I dont think your performance lately has been up to...."

Amy was still brushing her hair. She tuned him out a while ago and didnt notice he had stopped talking. She simply put her brush back, pulled out her perfume and gave herself a couple of spritzes, making sure not to point it the wrong way this time.

When she was done she realized he had stopped talking and looked at him. She was greeted with the stare of a very lustful man.

"What hasnt my performance been up to?"

Steve stopped, staring at the exposed calves of the woman before him. He almost wanted to fall to his feet and worship her feet. "About a size 7" he mutters to himself.

Amy drops her jaw open. "Excuse me, My face is up here mister!" she snaps, feeling like he is being like a lech.

Steve turns bright red as he realized what he just did. Seeing those high heels and strong legs, he almost forgot he was at work, and not his dominatrix house. He sweated profusely. "Nothing Amy, you are doing great! Keep up the good work!" and then he ran back to his office quickly.

Amy stopped and just stared at the empty space left where her boss was once berating her from. In a mere moment he went from talking down to her, to weirdly talking up to her.

She shrugged and put it out of her mind, taking her seat and getting to work.

The day passed easily, and before she knew it, the morning was gone, and it was time for lunch.

Amy reached down for her purse and her face instantly paled. She had forgotten her lunch at home. She slowly pulled out her phone and checked her bank balance. After some quick mental math, she discovered she could only spend about $10 for food, which was not much at all in this city.

With a sad face, she walked down the building and towards the local food cart.

A dark skinned man was wearing basic clothing with a red and white striped apron. He was pulling food from the warm side of the cart and handing it to customers as they came up and placed their orders one after the other.

Amy waited her turn in line, watching the meager minutes of her lunch break tick by. About this moment a voice with a southern accent chimes in from her side. "Well Well little darlin, seems we meet again."

Amy turns over to see a nice broad chest in a flannel button down in front of her. She moves up and sees that same chiseled jaw, and blonde stubble from earlier.

Her breath comes in a sudden gasp, then she tries to catch herself "again I am soooo sorry for earlier. I didnt even get your name...."

His bright white perfect teeth smile at her behind those soft rose colored lips. "Well my mama named me Elijah, but my friends call me Eli, And what might your name be Miss?"

Amy simply offered out her hand "Amy, it is absolutely my pleasure.. Eli?" She tries seeing if he would mind. His rough calloused hands dwarf her dainty palm as he takes her hand. He shakes it softly.

"Pleased to meet you Amy, Hope you are doing better now than earlier" still holding her hand and his blue pools seeming to look her over.