Story of a Warehouse. Part 2 (based on real events)

Note: It is the continuation of my previous story; I have tried to be briefer. https://www.xtudr.com/relatos/relato/43188

A few weeks had passed after that intense encounter in the dirty storeroom of the shop where he worked. Nothing remarkable; every time I passed in front of the business, he looked at me with that intense stare, but quickly looked away.

For a while I came to think that perhaps he was no longer interested. He had already fucked me, he had already possessed me and played with me, but his last words still echoed in my head:

“- Now you are mine, you know it, you are my whore; whenever I want, I want you like this, here, at my feet.

- See you soon, my whore.”

I had to find a way to see him again. I wanted him, more than before. I didn’t have his phone number, only the shop’s, but I didn’t even know his name. Any other coworker could answer the call, and it was clear that he didn’t want anyone getting suspicious, least of all at work. So, if I wanted to see him again, I had to do the same as the first time: wait for him in front of the storeroom at closing time.

And that’s what I did. One day, determined, I planted myself in the galleries opposite at eight-thirty in the evening. Summer was already approaching, and it was hot.

A few minutes later, the lights in the premises began to go out. He came out to close the grilles on the windows and the door. He didn’t see me; the business was on a corner and I was on the side street, farther down. I waited a few minutes and his coworkers began leaving. Like the other times, I assumed he would come out last, with one of his coworkers. But this time it wasn’t like that. He came out alone through the storeroom gate and locked it. As he turned the key for the last time, he looked to one side and that was when he saw me. I was there in front of him, my eyes fixed on him, almost pleading. He was wearing a tight dark blue T-shirt and jeans. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, took a few steps up the street until he reached the corner. I thought he was leaving, just like that, but then he turned back; perhaps he only wanted to make sure none of his coworkers were still in the area.

Looking at me from afar, fixedly, he opened the storeroom access gate again. I understood the signal and crossed the street. Like the first time, my legs were trembling, but now I went with more confidence. I went through the gate and looked toward the back; I didn’t see him nearby. I decided to close the gate and stand still. A moment later, he appeared from one of the side aisles. Without saying a word, he just stared at me. His strong, thick fingers inserted the key into the lock and turned it. He moved through the storeroom entrance and I followed him.

The smells of rubber from the tires and the shelves full of car accessories felt familiar to me. There was the dusty wooden table where he had fucked me the other time.<...