Rude gentleman.

"I'll find some decent position for you in no time, if you are interested, so please don't fabricate any more diplomas and certificates, it's of no use. Will you be okay in the meantime?" He asked her in the middle of their meal.

"I have some savings," She lied and looked up to him "And I can use an extended vacation, it will be nice to have more time for myself. But it's a pity, though. I really enjoyed that kind of work,"

With obvious interest, he was fixated on her expression.

"I want your panties," He said out of the blue and leaned in closer to her "Go to the bathroom, take them off and give them to me," A subtle yet sinister smirk crept onto his face, almost imperceptible, yet she caught a glimpse of it.

Her hunger and empty stomach forced her to continue the humiliating play.

"Oh my - so naughty thing to ask for..," she chuckled quietly, took a big morsel and stood up, before she aimed toward the bathroom.

He watched her, even more excited than before, finished his bourbon and slowly followed her.

"Why you, from all those people..," he muttered angrily, as he blocked the exit of the ladies' toilets.

She did her best not to yell at him.

"You really should not be here, but since you came for it yourself, here- take them," As she purred and slipped her panties into his pocket, he suddenly grasped her and drew her nearer.

"You have no idea how mad I am. Why are you making me feel this way? You - cheap, uncertified bitch who lied her way out of lower class and gods know what else!" As he seethed with rage, his actions spoke a different language. He fumbled clumsily with her chest and waist, as he pressed his groin against her left hip in haste.

His breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and his gaze roamed hungrily over the small expanse of skin her dress revealed.

But she pushed him off with all her remaining strength before he was able to kiss her and backed out of his reach.

"I'll pretend you didn't do that," She frowned and calmly continued: "We either come back to the table one by one, to be able to finish our meals in peace and continue with a dessert, or I'm leaving right now,"

"Go to hell, I don't care!" He hissed, visibly intoxicated. How much alcohol did he drink before she even came?

"Alright," She replied quietly and waited for him to move out of her way. But he stood there like a retarded stone with noticeable erection.

"Are you gonna move?" She tilted her head and held steady eye contact with the deranged man, determined not to reveal her fear. But she really was scared. She did her best to stand her ground. He was bigger, stronger and drunk as fuck. Bad combination.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck..," he growled, stepped a bit aside but quickly changed his mind and shield the door with his own body.

"Let's go back to the table, alright? Please, just - " he gave up as he succumbed to temptation and tried to reach out and touch her once more.

"You called me a cheap bitch. And I didn't like that. Do not call me names ever again," She said quietly and continued: "I'll go first. Wait for few minutes and join me for the desert," As she hissed and slowly walked past him, she clung to her wavering self-confidence, desperately hoping it could shield her from yet another assault.

However, instead of remaining seated in her chair, she decided to grab her purse and make her way towards the main waiter.

"I'm terribly sorry for my date's behavior. I'm worried about my safety, so I'm going to leave earlier than planned. The meal was amazing," She quietly apologized to their waiter "I'm truly sorry I'm unable to stay longer," With a sad smile, she turned to take a leave.

That waiter instantly thought that she is some rich lady who is just trying to keep a low profile by dressing modestly, or more likely - not to provoke that guy she was with.

"Did he hurt you, miss?" He quickly asked, ready to call the Peace Keepers.

"He never acted this way, let's just hope he will come to his senses after he sobers up. I don't want to get him into any kind of trouble. Have a nice evening," She said and left quickly, well aware that there is nothing she can do to get him into any kind of trouble.

It would only drag her into a spiral of bureaucratic paperwork.

And provoking someone like Dean could be risky and potentially result in even worse consequences.

Dean meanwhile whacked off, trying to get rid of that piled up tension between his legs. He had to remind himself of the feel of her soft dress under his hands, when he followed her curves a few minutes ago.

But it took too long, maybe because of that bottle of wine and two bourbons.

His thoughts then turned to the childish request he had made earlier, a test to gauge how far she was willing to go. His hand darted into his pocket and pulled out her panties. He just rubbed them inside of his palm, but as soon as he did that, his dick twitched and produced a bit of pre-cum.

He sped up and sniffed them. It was wet, he realized. Not much, but there was definitely more moist right in the middle than elsewhere.

And this tiny piece of fabric smelled like a woman. Like a young, sex-starved woman.

Like Anna.

His cum squirted out as he loudly moaned with his mouth covered by her panties. His breath got calmer and his mind cleared a bit.

Dean wanted to see her. He wanted to choke her till she could drop unconscious, he wanted to gently kiss her bruised neck, he wanted to own her. He did, but he rushed it up. He got too eager.

He quickly wiped his cum out of the surface and flushed it down, to be able to return to her. She wanted a desert, right? He wanted to surprise her with the perfect meal. Determined to see her savor the food once more, he decided to spare no expense and purchase the most expensive option available.

But she was already on her way home, the sound of her loud shoes echoing in her ears, making her anxious and angry. She got dressed into her leggings and shirt in the bus again, to blend in with the crowd and finally arrived at her building.

Elevators were always a safer option than stairs, so she went to the second floor and rushed through the corridor, before she entered her darkened sleeping unit.

It was already dimmed outside, so in here was nearly pitch-dark. She had six missed calls already, but another just rang. And she decided to pick up.

"Hello? Are you there? What the fuck do you think you are doing you - woman? I'm waiting, come back to eat your fucking desert!" He growled quietly, anger spurting from his voice uncontrollably.

"I enjoyed the date, Dean. I really did," A lie, but much needed one as she tried her best not to provoke him "But you fucked it up. I don't want to see you ever again. Please don't call me, this is my personal number," Anna said with a calm voice and hung up before he was able to reply.

After reviewing her loan and rent payment details, she realized that her financial situation was about to drastically change.

Due to working for only a week this month, she would have to collect her partial payment and tender her resignation soon, as everything had already been finalized.

In order to secure some much-needed funds, she promptly wrote an email to her landlady, informing her of her intention to move to another apartment and offered to forfeit part of her deposit in lieu of rent for the current month. She also included her account number to facilitate the transfer of any remaining funds.

The success of her plan hinged on that email, as the alternative outcome seemed dire. However, just as she hit send, her phone rang again, but the call abruptly disconnected before she could decline it. Dean again.

Despite knowing she should sleep, she couldn't resist the urgency of reaching the capitol, especially since she was now officially unemployed.

After a hurried shower, she eagerly logged into the game.