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The 3rd Night - an Elon Musk Fanfiction

You are a girl living in a crumby apartment near the SpaceX HQ building in Hawthorne CA. You get a job as a night shift security guard, and on the first night of your job you are warned by your co-worker to “Stay out of the basement.” Yet, of course, curiosity often gets the best of all humans. After all, what could it be that Mr. Musk is hiding down there that it is kept under a lock and key that is in his possession only? Find out in this twisted tale, that things are not what they seem in: The 3rd Night. 

🌹🤍 He is sooooo handsome here. Had to share this pic with y’all. 🥰

Every story I post, I plan to show the Elon pic that inspired me to write it. 🖤🌹

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The 3rd Night - Part 10 Pure Love

Elon was sobbing at this point, and I felt bad. “Shh, baby… Don't cry,” I whisper to him and tenderly kiss his tear-streaked cheeks. I ran my hand through his hair, which was now sticky from all his sweating, and undid the gag that I had over his mouth, of which I next gave a passionate French kiss. 

He moaned as I kissed him, I looked down for a second to see his cock was still rock hard, throbbing, and covered in precum. “I'm going to let you go now,” I whisper in a seductive voice in his ear. “Oh baby, please. I can't take this anymore.” he replied with a shaky choked up voice. 

First, I unbound his legs, then the rest of his upper body. Then I wrapped my arms around him and sat on his lap, straddling him. His big dick was pressing against my hot moist core and the sensation of feeling him there was intense enough to make me moan. 

Elon still had tears in his eyes, then he looked at me with the most innocent gaze I’d ever seen. His eyes, they are something else. A window to his very soul. When you look at them, you can see everything about him, all his past joys and sorrows. 

“You have beautiful eyes,” I tell him, to which he smiles, and blushes a bit. “So are yours,” he replies and leans in to kiss me. 

The basement was rather chilly and he was so warm. Elon started to slowly rock his hips which caused his cock to slide back and forth beneath me which gave me an amazing sensation. “Don’t stop, Elon… mmh.”

His actions were making me moan, as I loved what he was doing. Elon slid his tongue deep into my mouth and we remained this way for some time. 

Soon, he picked me up, and got out of the chair. He walked over to a far corner of the room, where there was a washer and dryer. There was a laundry hamper full of clean clothes that he flipped over and scattered across the floor making them into what appeared to be a sort of nest. 

“I want to lay you down, but not on the cold floor, thus I figured this will do,” he whispers in my ear as he lays me down atop the spread out clothes. 

They were his clothes, I smelled his scented laundry detergent. 

Elon then lied down next to me and rolled onto his back. Looking at me with lustful eyes, he says “Love me,” in a tone of voice that nearly sounded like he was pleading. 

I crawl on top of him and rub my body over his. Pressing myself onto him felt amazing, like it was almost as there was this electromagnetism between us. I centered myself onto his throbbing member, and pressed my wet pussy against him. 

Elon wrapped one arm around my torso and the other below my rump so he could push me onto him even more. “Oh Elon! You feel so good,” I groan, “Baby, this is just the beginning,” he grins as he begins to push his dick inside of me. “Your so fucking huge!” I gasp as he continues to slowly slide into me. “Heh, your way tighter than I ever imagined!” Elon grunts and then pushes me down the rest of the way onto his giant manhood. 

Once he was all the way in, he began to rock me with his hips and held me as tight as a boa constrictor. The skin of his girthy member felt as soft as the finest silk as he slowly thrusts into me. I nestled my face into his neck and just lay there for a while, enjoying the sensations he was giving me and breathing in his scent, which smells what I only could describe as heavenly. 

“I love you,” Elon whispers into my ear and then kisses my cheek. Hearing those words come from his mouth really touched me in a way that ended up bringing on tears, “I love you too.”  

“Why are you crying,” he asks with a concerned look on his face, “love, if it hurts just tell me and I’ll stop.” “No, that isn’t it. You feel amazing.  I’m just happy I guess… I’ve never felt this way before… I’ve never done this before...”  “You’re a virgin?” he asks with a dumbfounded expression. “Yeah…” I admit. 

“I thought you were some sort of kinky hoe when you had me tied up, but I guess I was wrong about the hoe part,” Elon snickers. “Shut up you troll,” I laugh and begin to kiss him again. 

We kept a nice and easy pace for what felt like an eternity. But soon enough, Elon was beginning to fall over the edge. He had flipped me onto my back and was now on top of me. He was quickening his pace and was covering my face and neck with tender kisses. He trailed his mouth down to my left breast to which he then began to suckle. 

The sensation I felt made me squirm beneath him, but he used his weight to constrict me. “Just relax, love,” he whispers as he goes to give my right breast some attention. So I relaxed, and found his actions to be rather pleasurable after a while. 

Elon then drops my breast and then looks up at me with a smug grin on his lips. “I want to try something.” “What?” I ask. He raises a brow and flashes a smile that was so hot it would make the icecaps melt in a second, “position 69.”

“Oh damn. I should’ve known this was coming…” I think to myself and grin.

“I’ve always wanted to try it. Sadly I guess all my past partners couldn’t handle the idea of deep-throating my cock while I drink the nectar of their pussy. Haha…” he laughs, but then his voice and expression shift to a mixture of disappointment and sadness, “so they all turned me down… and I don’t expect you to accept, I just was wondering if-“

I planted my lips on Elon’s once again and I reached up my hands to run my fingers through his silky brown hair. Elon moaned into the kiss of which I soon broke, “I would love to try it,” I smile.

After our kiss, we got into the position. Elon was beneath me, face in the direction of my rear, while my face was towards his huge penis that was still red, erect, and still oozing precum. I began licking the tip of his cock which caused him to moan and then grabbed my ass with his huge hands. The next thing I knew I could feel his warm tongue pressing against my wet entrance. It felt kinda weird at first, but then he started licking me, and then it felt so fucking good. 

I then took Elon’s whole member into my mouth and sucked him. I had never tasted precum before, but to my surprise it tasted a little sweet. So I kept sucking him, bobbing my head up and down, and sliding my tongue all over him. 

Elon was moaning into my pussy, he grabbed my butt harder and pressed his face into me hard as he could. “Damn, either I’m making him feel really good, or he likes how I taste.”

We kept this up until we were both feeling like we might orgasm. I thought we’d keep going, but Elon stopped and took me up so that I was straddling his lap. “I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he growls, and pulls me in for a deep fiery kiss and slides his member into me.

He rocked me over his hips and eventually pinned me down on my back. His thrusts were strong and shook my body with nothing but pleasure. “Oh baby, you’re so fucking amazing! Oh love! Mmmmnh!” He groans. 

We were going crazy for each other, and the basement area was filled with the ambiance of deep-throated groaning and breathy moaning. At the volume of the sounds we were producing during our love-making session, it bewildered me as to why nobody could hear us. Or maybe they did and knew it was Elon and didn’t want to get fired. 

Honestly, I could care less if people heard. Let the world know I’m fucking the most loving, most beautiful, sexiest man in the galaxy. 

“Mmmmhhh, harder, Daddy Musk,” I whisper seductively into Elon’s ear. “Oh honey, I’ll fuck you till your sore,” he grunts and speeds up his thrusts even faster. 

He was hammering me as deep as my little pussy would allow, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if he kept this up. “Elon, I’m going to-“ “Shhhh… come for me. Come for Daddy,” he says and kisses me passionately. 

His words drove me over the moon. And before I knew it, I came so hard. and at the same moment, he did too, pouring his hot creamy fluid within me. 

I felt like I was in heaven. It was like there was this light all around us. I never wanted this moment to end. “I love you. And always will,” Elon whispers and we kiss once again. 

We remained entangled with each other for god knows how long. Just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other. 

Eventually, I must have fallen asleep. Because when I woke up, I wasn’t lying on the floor with Elon. In fact, I had no idea where I was.

I had to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, then I realized I was home in my room. Confused, I lean over and check my clock, which reads 8:47 PM. Looking down at my clothes, they were still the same clothes I was wearing when I last lied down to go to sleep yesterday night. 

Did Elon bring me here? How the hell did I get home and not remember? I think to myself. Realizing the time, I had to get my shit together and get to work. I'll just find something to eat there or something. 

After brushing my hair, washing my face and putting on some light makeup, I ran out to my Camaro, got in, and drove away. Once I got to the SpaceX building, I walked in the front door as I usually do and most of the employees were heading home. I'd wait another hour before sneaking into the dining hall and kitchen to scavenge for a small dinner. 

Once the time hit 9:00 PM, everyone had left, except for Elon, I assume, because he stays in his office unless he needs to be out of town. 

In the kitchen, I looked around for leftovers, and found a large salad in the fridge along with some chicken legs. What the cooks do is they make the daily meals for the workers and any leftovers get saved that were untouched. 

After I ate my fill, I cleaned up after myself, then went to the security office. While at my desk, my mind flashed back to the events of last night that took place between Elon and I in the basement. 

But as I looked at the monitor, I noticed the date. It was still Sunday. What the hell? How is that possible? Then it dawned on me. All the events that took place were a dream. Just another one of my hyper-realistic dreams. I also recalled the key I needed to return to Elon. So I got up from my desk and decided to go give it to him. If he was here that is. 

On my way to his office, I couldn't help but feel so stupid to think my dream was true and that Elon would even touch me let alone fuck me to oblivion.

I also remembered I had attempted to commit suicide. Like I'd do that. I've given the concept thought tons of times, but when it comes to actually taking action, I can't. I get depressed a lot, and think all is lost and I'll never be loved one minute, and the next I'm fine. So stupid…

Once I was standing in front of the door to Elon’s office, I knocked, and to my surprise I heard him tell me to come in. Upon opening the door, I see him at his desk, back turned to me. He was typing something up on his computer, maybe an email. Who knows. I then cautiously walk up beside him and take the key out of my pocket. “Found this after you came to talk to me in my office the other night. Though you may have dropped it because it isn't mine. And it wasn't in there before you came in to see me,” I say. 

Elon pauses his work and turns in his chair to face me. He holds out his large hand and I carefully dropped the key into it. “Ah, the basement key! I thought I had lost my mind because I swore I put it into my pocket,” he says and then feels his pants. Which my gaze followed and I couldn't help but notice the slight bulge in between his big long legs. 

His black jeans fit tightly to his body right now because they're a bit small. Elon’s gained a bit of weight, but not crazy big. He's just wider, and kinda thicc. Because of his wideness, he had to stand up just to fit his big ass hand into the pocket of his pants. And damn was he taller than me when he stood up. I felt so small in his presence. 

“Aww man, there's a hole,” he signs as he feels the small opening in the pocket. “Guess I’ll just keep the key in my desk,” he sighs and then opens the main drawer, dropping the key into a small holster on the inside. 

The end, for now. (Might add more one day... Might not...)

I love you, Elon

Yours Truly,

Sadrael

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The 3rd Night - Part 9 Ride My Rocket 

Elon remained quiet. And that was fine. Doubt he had anything more to say to me. I'm not worth talking to…

But Elon swiftly reached out and grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back. He used his arms to pin me against his strong body. “You're not going anywhere.” 

Instead of melding into his grasp, I pushed against him, I had to leave. I couldn't do this anymore, “release me!” I plea.

Elon’s grip on me only got stronger. And it seemed the more I resisted, the more he restricted me.

“You finished?” He asks, when I finally stop trying to escape him. I was tired, I felt like complete shit. I really did want to die. “Please… just… let me die… I’m not worth it,” I say with tears in my eyes. 

“No,” he whispers, and eases his grip on me, but only enough so that he was merely hugging me from behind. He started running his hands down my arms, and then released me. Then he slid his large hands over to my hips, where he then pulls my butt to where I could feel his large penis pressing against me. 

He began kissing the side of my neck and nipping my flesh. He was turning me on again. “No, I can’t! Not now! I have to go.”

Again I try to push away from him, but then he grabs my breasts with one hand, and with the other he grabs me right between the legs, and pulls me back again, causing a moan to escape my lips.

“You like that?” He coos seductively. And begins rubbing me with his huge hands. “E-Elon I-“ “Shhh… baby. I forgive you. Stay with me, love. Don’t leave me,” he whispers in my ear and sends chills down my spine. “I need you.”

He started massaging my breasts and crotch, which totally turned me on. Pushing his member on my butt as hard as I swear he could. Elon started rolling his hips forward and up, slowly and continued to kiss my neck and give me hickeys. 

I couldn’t resist any longer, I wanted him. So I turned around and faced Elon and pressed my lips against his, earning a moan out of him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. 

I wrapped one arm around his waist, to pull him closer and my other arm I reached up so I could run my fingers through his soft wavy dark brown hair. “Oh, he is so so sexy.”

Elon started taking off my shirt, to which I happily let him take off, which was soon followed by my bra, pants and panties. Then once I was fully naked, Elon stood back a bit and looked at me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and smiles while running his hands up and down my sides, which totally made me blush.

“Elon?”

“Yes?”

“You’re… you are… you’re so… I… I don’t know what word that could even come close to describing you. Oh Elon, I-“ 

And then he placed the most tender of kisses upon my lips, and rested his forehead against mine. His hands slid down to my hips again and pulled me in to where I could feel his large warm member pressing against my wet pussy.

“I want you to ride my rocket,” he giggles and pushes harder against my entrance. “Oh Elon, I love you!” I laugh back and hug him, and leave a trail of kisses from his lips down the side of his jaw. 

I continued kissing him and gave him hickeys on his neck, which made him groan and start rubbing me with his member. 

“Mmhh you're nice and wet, baby,” he hums and continues to rub me. He starts to grind harder and harder against me. His breathing was becoming more rapid, and he squeezed me close to his body. “(y/n), my love, please, I need you to ride me,” he moans. Seeing him like this feels empowering. Like I had control over him. 

So I decided to get creative. “Elon, I'd like to play a little game…” I say with an evil smirk on my face, of which Elon didn't see, for his face was still buried in my neck. I then pushed him away, which wasn't easy because he wanted me so badly. 

“I want you to sit in that chair over there,” I say and point over to a metal fold out chair. “Why?” Elon asks. “You’ll see…” I giggle.

Surprisingly, Elon did what he was told to do, and sat down in the metal chair. Meanwhile, I went and grabbed the belt he was wearing earlier alone with my own belt, that was still hooked around our pants.

At the time, the chair's position allowed me to sneak behind Elon and gather these items. So then I approached him from behind, swiftly used his belt (because it was the longest and could wrap around his huge chest) to bind his upper body and arms to the back of the chair. “Hey! What fuck are you doing!” he grunts, as I strap him up tight. 

I only chuckle, then take my belt and use it to tether his feet to the front legs of the chair, which wasn't very easy, since he started to panic. 

“Elon, chill. Haven't any of your past women done this to you?” I laugh. “No?” he replies as I manage to grab his thick long legs and bind them to the legs of the chair with my belt.

I hadn't ever done this before myself, but I decided to play off that kinky dream I had with Elon fucking a thrust puck. Anyways, now with Elon bound up, I walked back around to his front and looked at him for a minute. He looked kinda sketched, but hell, if you'd never had this done before, I'm sure anyone would be a bit nervous.

Next, I leaned forward, lifted his chin with my hand and gently petted his cheeks with my other hand. “You're just so precious,” I whisper and then gently kiss the tip of his nose. Elon again moaned, I briefly looked down and saw his cock was still fully erect. The tip was red and swollen, like it might explode, precum was oozing out, and I could see the veins that lined his shaft. So I decided to give him a handjob. I had never done that before either, but I had to look up the definition once because I had no idea what someone was talking about and then I learned what it was the easy way. 

I grabbed his throbbing dick and did exactly what I had learned from a tutorial video. I worked my hands up and down his long shaft, pulled, twisted and rubbed him for a while, which was driving Elon out of his mind.

By now, the Elon that the rest of the world knows is long gone. Instead, I had tied up in the Hawthorne SpaceX building basement was this growling, and howling beast tied up to a chair. 

He was moaning so loud, I had to tell him to quiet down in case his employees might hear him. He tried, but the pleasure I was giving him was too intense. So I grabbed my shirt and gagged him with it. “I told you to keep quiet,” I growled, as I tightly tied my shirt to his head. Then I went back to work on that beautiful penis of his. 

I continued the handjob for about 10 minutes, making sure to stop whenever he got close to orgasm. A little technique I learned from the tutorial. Heheh… Right before he was about to cum, I'd stop and you could hear him pleading through the gag to continue. It was sexual torture for him, and I loved seeing him beg from me like that. To have control over him felt so good. I never wanted this to end. Watching his whole muscular body tense up with frustration and lust was an amazing sight. But my god, the things he was probably planning to do to me if I were to release him from this bound state made me kinda nervous. 

An hour went by, and I continued to stop and start the handjob. Elon at this point was getting tired of the game, no doubt he loved the sensations he was getting, I could tell he was frustrated as hell. His eyes were super dilated and dark with desire. Heck, if you could see the look on his face, you'd swear he was possessed. “Call the preacher this boy needs a fucking exorcism!” 

Elon's face was as red as a tomato, and drops of sweat were dripping from his brow. His breathing was fast and deep, I watched his chest heave against the leather belt that was right around his body. It looked fragile against his huge body, like it would soon break if he kept bracing against it. 

I then started kissing his adorable face, making my way down his neck, to his chest, then stomach, where he apparently was ticklish. He’d flinch every time I got my lips close to his abdomen and giggled a bit. Then I left a trail of kisses from his belly to the base of his cock. Where I left a hickey. From there, I kissed up his shaft to the tip, where I then began a blowjob. 

Like the handjob, I'd stop and go whenever he was about to have an orgasm, which further built up the pressure and frustration of Elon’s situation. 

He wanted me to let him have it so bad that he began to cry. It was then that I realized I’d been going at this torture session for well over an hour and decided that he’d have enough. 

To Be Continued...

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The 3rd Night - Part 8 Should I Stay or Should I go Now?

“I won’t kill you. How could I? You’ve done no wrong in my eyes. You love me, no doubt, in a way I’ve never seen before. I’ve never had a woman offer herself to me in such a way, I am truly shocked,” Elon sighs then stands. 

He is right, I do love him. I’d do anything for him, literally. 

At this point, my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light, so I couldn’t quite see him very clearly standing in the shadows. 

But when Elon stepped out from the darkness and left the t-shirt that he was previously utilized to cover himself, he stood 6’2 ft tall. He is huge compared to me. Without a single piece of clothing, he was a sight. Hell, if I’d had a camera, and taken a picture of him, I could become a billionaire myself just from selling photos of Elon Musk buck-naked. 

His shoulders were beefy, and his abs were indeed defined, which meant he had found some time in his insane schedule to work out. And as my eyes scanned down the rest of his heavenly body, I noticed his enlarged member, which had to’ve been at least 7 ½ inches in length. 

In simplest terms, he was gorgeous. Oh Chrysler, there is no word that could perfectly describe his sexy body. 

Shit, if I were his mama, his name would’ve been Elon Motto Motto Musk, (Motto Motto translating in African to be “hot hot”.)

But then I noticed something else, along with that pretty figure of his, he had many scars: one on his neck, another on his chest and a few across his sides. Not to mention the one on his right cheek, and the ones he had on his back. 

He’d looked like he’d been in a battle or something. Perhaps those scars bothered him and that’s his problem?

“Where did you get those scars?” I ask. To which Elon replied: “Growing up wasn’t easy, and some of these came after I became an adult… I know, they’re terrible to look at…” he sighs, slouches a bit, then turns away from me.

“Are you suicidal?” He then asks.

“What?” He totally caught me off guard.

“Are you?” He repeats.

How could I lie to him? I wanted to say “no”, but instead I told him the truth. “Yes. And if you wouldn’t have been here today, I’d be hanging by my neck off the grid fin of that booster outside the building right now.”

“Is that why you vandalized the hallway and the door to my office? To say goodbye?”

“Yes…”

I honestly felt ashamed. Like when you do something bad and your parents ask you: “what did you do that was naughty?” 

“You're a real piece of shit… a real bitch. Damn, he probably hates me…” my inner voice says, trying to grill me.

“You know, suicide is a selfish act. People like you are so self centered that they only think of their own suffering, and therefore determine to end themselves based on their own warped personal views. And I’d say 90% of the time you people don’t think people will care weather you live or die, but that’s just not true. When you people kill yourselves, you hurt others. You cause pain to the ones you love or the ones whom love you. Think about it. How selfish is that?” Elon says, his voice regaining its usual sternness. 

Hearing those words come from his mouth hit me like a ton of bricks. The fact that he was right only made me feel more worthless.

This was probably the worst day of my life. “Now what are we going to do?” The voice in my head asks. I really hadn’t the slightest clue. “Why don’t we get out of this place, eh? You got no more business here…”

“Maybe I should ask Elon what he wants me to do? No. I should just get out of here… I don’t belong here, I never did. Coming to California was a huge mistake. What the hell was I thinking? God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

So what I did next, was I went over and picked up Elon’s clothes and tapped him on the shoulder: “here, put your pants on,” I say and hand him his clothes.

Elon took the clothes and looked at me briefly, “what are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m getting out of here. That’s what’s going on. I should have never come to California. This was all just a big mistake…” I say as I turn my back to Elon. “It was interesting knowing you… Sorry things had to be so weird… You won't see me again, that's a promise. And as for the vandalism, I'll pay you for the damage. I've saved every penny I've gotten from this job, other than what I've had to pay for food and rent, and it probably won't be enough to cover for all of the damage. But it should get you a bucket of paint or so… I’ll bring it back tonight because I won't be here tomorrow.” and then I started walking. I couldn't even look at him. I felt terrible. 

To Be Continued...

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The 3rd Night - Part 7 Suicide and Redemption

As I burst through the doors to my apartment, I set my food on the counter, locked the door behind me, and ran into my bedroom. 

I had just made probably the worst mistake of my fucking life. I’m sure I ruined my brand new relationship with Elon, the man of my dreams, all because I’m such a skittish sketched bitch. 

Things had gone far enough, I was sick of myself and my life. I wanted it all to end, and so in my frustration, I grabbed a pen and paper, and planed out the best possible way to kill myself. 

“I want my death to be an occasion for the living to remember.” And it was then I figured out the coolest way to end myself. 

I would vandalize the Hawthorn SpaceX building with glow-in-the-dark spray paint, writing apologies all over the walls, inside and out. Then climb up the old Falcon booster out front and hang myself from one of the grid fins.

By sunset tomorrow, when the paint had charged up, any onlooker will see that the building had been vandalized and it’ll surly be put on TV, then somebody will see my corpse handing from the Rocket booster and I’ll be known as the crazy ass bitch who hung herself from the first stage of a fucking Rocket. 

But first, I wanted to eat and enjoy my Thai food. For it would be my last meal. And so I ate, and enjoyed every single bite. 

Once I had finished, I had just enough time to run to the nearest hardware store, buy a can of glow in the dark spray paint, some rope, and head to work, where my glorious death sentence would be held. 

After I had gotten my needed items at the hardware store, I found myself standing in front of the Hawthorne SpaceX building, can of glow paint in hand, and rope over my shoulder. 

I would work my way from the inside out, writing apologies to Elon. Telling him things like how much he meant to me, and how in another life, maybe we could’ve been something, and shit like that. 

I’d first write on the door of his office, because why the fuck not? Then from there, down the hallway in all the rooms, and all the floors. Sweet farewell and apology messages to the only person I’ve ever had feelings for. 

In big bold letters, I wrote my first message, which read: “Elon, you were the first and last person I had feelings for. You’re awesome. I love you.”

The next message I wrote on the hallway that led to his office, which also had multiple doors. “I am sorry.” And a painted heart. 

The lights in the hallway are on, so to test out the paint, I shut off the lights and looked what I had wrote, and in bold glowing drippy letters I could see the messages.

While standing in the dark hallway, looking at the beauty of my work, I hear a noise from behind me, and I turn around to be face to face with none other than Elon!

He didn’t move, nor did he say anything. He simply stared at me, with an expression I couldn’t read. “Is he mad that I wrote on his door? Probably. I'm probably about to get my ass whipped, fired, and put in prison for vandalism… shit. I had no idea he was going to be here…”

For the longest time, he didn’t move. Just stood there, watching me. Not taking his eyes off me except for when he blinked. 

I had froze. The intensity of his gaze struck me so cold, I got the chills. I began quaking, out of fear I suppose. 

5 minutes passed, and still the eeriest of silence lay between us. My mind was being very loud though. So loud I fact I was wondering if Elon could hear my thoughts. Maybe that was why he hadn’t moved?

I finally decided to break the tension by taking a step to the side. Depending on weather he’d move, I’d then try to run by him. Screw the suicide mission, I had to get out of here! I’ll go drive if a fucking cliff if I have to, but I was done here. I couldn’t take Elon watching me like that. It was just too intense. 

He didn’t even flinch when I took a step, so next, I began to bolt past him when I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against a wall. I whimpered, and squealed like a fox in a trap. 

Elon had me pinned against the wall, his body pressed against me. I could feel him, his mussels, he was definitely built, like a fricken tank. He had my tiny wrists in his huge hands, pinned against my side, and our faces were so close, I could smell the Thai food he had eaten. 

My eyes were soon drawn to Elon’s. “Woah... He was hot... Really hot…” I thought to myself, now captivated by his gaze. Neither one of us took our eyes off the other. It was a new feeling. Something I had never felt before. What it was, I hadn't the slightest clue. 

Suddenly I didn’t feel afraid of him, I felt like I was in a trance. And then to make the moment take me even more by surprise, Elon leaned in and gave me a fiery kiss. 

I could get away from this even if I wanted to. Elon was totally stronger than me, and the way he kissed me was amazing. I don't want this to end. If I could freeze this second in time I totally would. 

When he finally broke the kiss, he nestled his face into my neck and started kissing me more, gentle little pecks and an occasional nip. And then three words, he gave a low almost growl of a moan, “I need you.”

His words and actions sent chills down my spine. My core began to feel like it was on fire, my panties were getting moist, and the whole room felt like it was heating up. 

At this point, I was a becoming a  horny mess, and I knew there was no way I could run away from this, from Elon. I want him, and I'll give him everything I have to offer.

“Elon, love me,” I whisper to him, and begin to press my own body into him. After seeing that he had won me over, he let go of my wrists, and then I wrapped my arms around that wide built body of his. 

It was official, I was going to lose my virginity to Elon Musk, but the fuck did I care. If I could choose anyone to have sex with for my first time, Id’ve chosen him right on the spot. “I love him. There's no doubt about it.”

“We're going to do this in the basement,” he informs me as he lifts me up off the ground and slings me over his shoulder. “Damn he's strong!”

“My employees start coming in less than two hours, and I don't want to feel like I have to be rushed. I'm going to take my time with you, even if it means I call in and tell them I won't be available today.”

“Seriously? You want to take time off to do this with me?” I say out loud without even thinking to keep such a thought to myself. “Yes.” He replies, and continues to carry me all the way down, below the first floor, to the off limits area. 

Once in the basement, which was dark as hell and I couldn’t see anything. Elon places me down on the floor. I then hear him walk off and some rustling sounds, “is he stripping already?” “Can we have some light?” I ask, wanting to be able to see just what the hell he is doing. 

His answer was short, “no.” “Why?” I ask. “Because I said no,” his voice low and firm. I then half laugh with out thinking, “that a pretty lame excuse.”

“Do you want this or not?” He asks, as if he would just walk out and leave me here if I said otherwise. So just to mess with him I ask him “do you want this?” 

“I asked you first,” he replies coldly. “Well of course I wanted this. Who in their right mind fucking wouldn’t?” My brain replies, but my mouth stays shut. Maybe I should’ve said that, but instead, I wanted to know why Elon just couldn’t have that light on: “you embarrassed to show yourself to me?”

Elon was quiet for a second, I swear I could tell he was trying to think up a perfect response, but what he said next took me by surprise, “I… I don’t look very good… without clothes on,” his voice changing from its usual sternness to an insecure tone. 

I had just discovered something many people didn’t know about Elon. He had low self esteem when it came to his personal appearance. “Who told you that?” I had to know who started this thought in his head. “Who had told this beautiful man he didn’t look good? Who ever they were, they deserve punishment!” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elon replies. There was a certain sadness to his voice, almost like a outcry of pain. Something that had come from his past. Perhaps this came from his childhood. I knew he had been through some shit growing up in South Africa. 

I decided to do something crazy next. I remembered I had my cellphone in my pocket, which meant I had a flashlight. If I move around fast enough, I might be able to find the light switch. Which means I can turn on the light and see just what the fuck Elon is saying. If anything. Hell, I bet he’s just perfect, toned abs and all. “Mmhhh… Muskular…” I snicker to myself. 

I knew I had to act fast. So what I did is I took out my phone, put it into flashlight mode and aimed it right where I thought the door was. Because you know, there’s a pretty good chance of the light switch to the room with me by the door. 

Bingo there it was. I just found the light switch. But as soon as Elon saw me turn on the light, he came after me very quickly and knocked the phone out of my hand. 

He pinned me to the floor, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you that there would be no light!” He growled. In that moment I could tell he wasn’t using his full strength to pin me down. So what I did is I quickly pushed him over onto his side, and bolted for the light switch. 

As soon as I turned it on, Elon scrambled to grab something he could cover himself with, which ended up being his black t-shirt and ran over to the far end of the basement, which was dimly lit to the point I could barely see him. “Please… Turn it off…” I heard his quiet plea echo across the cold concrete room. 

At this point, it was like I was with a different person. The Elon I knew was the man who took down big oil’s empire and crushed any competition with his suave demeanor and hardcore borderline army general work ethic. 

Apparently we all have our problems, and Elon has had a pretty good way of hiding his, up until now. 

I grabbed the remnants of his clothes, which were his designer jeans, underwear, and leather coat and walked over to him. 

He was literally cowering in a corner, shaking like a leaf. Body partially covered by his large t-shit. He looked so innocent, like a frightened child. I wanted to just scoop him up in my arms and shower him with reassurance, love, and kisses.

“I'm sorry,” I reply, and sit down next to him, placing the rest of his clothes in front of him. He looked traumatized. Man, if I'd had any idea turning on that light would have done this, I would have not done it. I probably ruined everything, and at this point, I might really be screwed. 

But instead of handing him his clothes and the getting the fuck out of there like my brain was wanting me to do, I wrapped my arms around Elon, pulled him close, and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. I hadn't come this far just to walk out when Elon was in the most awkward position ever, I was going to make things right, well, better at least. 

He let out a sigh, but I could still tell he was upset, “Elon, I want to see you in the light because I wanna get a look at that hot body of yours. People would die if they saw you shirtless in public, because you're so damn sexy.” I say not really knowing what else to say. 

Elon didn't say anything. He just sat there and stared off into space, like he usually does when he’s deep in thought. 

“No response? Hmm… Maybe I should undress myself? So that way he doesn't have to feel so awkward? Should I just start kissing him? Like all over? Maybe if I just reach down there and grab his cock. Give it a little massage to get the fire going again? Shit. I don't know what to do? He's freaked out. And it's my fault. Ugh… Why'd I have to screw this up. All because I wanted to see him in the fucking light…”

Then I started going off into my own head, ridiculing myself for what id just done to the person I cared the most for. I'd die for Elon, I mean seriously I would, if it meant that everything would go perfectly splendid for him in the end. 

“Maybe it would be best if I just left. Hell, if anything I should leave the fucking State. No, make that the country. Elon probably wants me dead for this. Well, if that's the case, maybe I should just let him kill me. I mean, like I just said, I’d die for him. Yeah, that’d probably make him feel better. After all I've done, I should just die.”

Without further thought, I stand, and look at Elon, who is still frozen in the dark corner. “If it makes you feel any better, you can just kill me right here and now. I've caused you enough trouble, and I never meant for things to turn out this way. You probably hate my guts now, I certainly would if I were you. I vandalized your building, messed with your heart, and now I’ve just put you in the most awkward position ever. If I were to walk away now, I wouldn’t be able to live with my myself knowing the pain I’ve caused you, so I want you to kill me…” I tell him and then walk out into the light.

Hearing what I just said, Elon snapped back to reality and looked at me with a blank expression. I had no way of knowing what he was thinking nor what he’d do next. He processed what I had to say for a moment, and realized I was serious. 

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The 3rd Night - Part 6 Regrets

Before leaving the restaurant, I sat in my Camaro for a second trying to process what had just happened. 

“Elon kissed me… oh man… Maybe I shouldn’t have been so skittish and just cooled my engines. Shit, I also blew him off. He was just being a love bug. Damn… hopefully I didn’t just lose my job because of that.” 

As I’m looking into the glass of the restaurant from the comfort and safety of my vehicle, I see Elon walk out of the restroom, which was located right by the entrance of the Thai food joint. He looked like he had just been crying. I watched as he wiped his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling for a second. 

He then adjusts his black leather coat and shivers. Then starts to walk back over to where we were sitting. “Okay, now get the fuck out of here before he sees your gone!” My mind screams at me. I immediately start up my car and it rumbles to life. Then I put the car into gear and got the fuck out of there. 

Elon’s POV:

The last person I expected to see at the restaurant was (y/n) she looked gorgeous. Those clothes hugged her figure so well, they showed off all her beautiful curves. And we have matching Occupy Mars SpaceX t-shirts! So cool! 

I should sneak up behind her and get us both a table. A bit of a romantic surprise. Girls like that kinda shit. 

So that’s exactly what I did. And when I put my hand on her, wow. She was so warm. I just wanted to grab her and cuddle her. From the second I first laid eyes on that woman I fell head over heals. There was just something about her. I needed her. I had to have her. I would be sure to make her mine.

“We’d like a place to sit,” I said, and then took my hand off her small shoulder. “You coming?” I ask, seeing (y/n) standing there in a bit of a daze. “y-yeah,” she stutters. 

We walked over to a booth and she sat down first. So I decided to sit next to her. I wanted to be close to her. Next I grabbed a menu and searched for what I wanted to eat. I decided to go with the Pad Se Ew. I’ve eaten that here before and it’s quite good. “This place is my favorite Thai food joint. Other than that one over on the coast.” 

“You don’t say?” (y/n) replies. And then I look at her, and what she said made me laugh, “I never get why people say ‘You don’t say?’ Because the person literally just said something and the recipient says they didn’t. It just makes zero sense. Humans are such a strange species. Haha.”

(y/n) looked away. The look on her face made me realize I may have offended her. “Oh no! Please love, I didn’t mean it like that.” 

So I gently place my hand her small delicate one that she had resting on her knees, “you okay?” I ask. 

She jumped as soon as I touched her. “Oh please, don’t be afraid. I’d never hurt you, love.” I felt bad, so I took my hand back, seeing I was making her uncomfortable. I look at her, “please, you don’t need to be afraid of me,” I say, trying to reassure her. 

She looked very scared. “Why is she so afraid? Do I look scary? Did I say something wrong?” 

Then the waitress named Sahan walked to our table, she beamed when she saw us and asked me how I was faring. “Nominal, ” I smile. 

“Who’s your pretty little friend? Oh wait, hi there (y/n)! Wow! You are one lucky girl, I’m so happy you’ve found someone! But not just anyone, you found Mr. Musk! Wow!”

“Isn’t she cute?” I say and place my arm around her waist to pull her in, “We only met just recently, but I can tell we’re gonna go far.” I wanted her to feel safe with me, so maybe if I cuddle her she’ll feel a little less spooked. 

The waitress then asks what we’d like. Once I tell her what I want, I ask (y/n) what she’d like: “What would you like, love?” then I tenderly kiss the side of her head.

“Pad Thai for me. Also with the sea food,” she replies reply. For a second she looked like she liked that I had kissed her, but then I saw something else, fear. She was more shaken up than ever. I realized what I had said and how awkward I must have just made (y/n) feel. So I tried to use a quick excuse, “forgive me. I only did that just because it’s usually easier to play along than explain an entire situation.”

She didn’t reply. She only stared with such a coldness to her (e/c) that it could freeze anyone's heart if she looked at them. 

“Hey, (y/n), I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“Just leave me alone and shut the fuck up,” she snaps! 

I was shocked. Apparently, things had gone even worse than I had expected. Those words stung me like a bee. 

“She hates me! Oh damn it, Elon! Look what you’ve done. You’ve ruined it now. She hates your guts. Why’d I have to screw this up!” 

I hated myself for this. I’m the one who always messes up everything. I just can’t do anything right when it comes to relationships. 

I had to get out of here, to control myself. “Excuse me,” I manage to choke and then I quickly scamper off to the bathroom, tears already about to drop from my eyes. 

Once hidden from the world in the bathroom, I couldn’t hold the tears in any longer. A flood of emotions ranging from frustration to depression overwhelmed me. 

I just want to be loved by her… but to (y/n), it’s like I’m the big bad wolf or something. I couldn’t stop shedding tears. “What the hell is wrong with me? I hate crying!” 

Eventually, I managed to get a grip, rinsed my face off, with cold water. And dried myself with a paper towel. Now my whole face was just one big red ugly mess… I looked like hell. 

“Fuck…” I growled to myself, then stand around for a while longer to wait for my face to return to its normal pale self. 

Once I figured I didn’t look like I had just been crying, I walked out of the bathroom. But my thoughts were still tormenting me. I was so angry with myself, I just wanted to punch something, preferably myself. 

My eyes started to well up again, “oh stop being such a pussy,” my brain echoes. So tilt my head up, attempt to shake the feelings off and straighten my clothes. 

Then I begin to walk over to the booth I had been sitting at and discover my food was waiting for me on the table, “finally, some good input!” I quietly mutter, excited to sink my teeth into some delicious Thai noodles and seafood. 

I sat down where I previously sat, but noticed that (y/n) was missing. “Where is she? Maybe she had to go to the bathroom…”

Yet to my surprise, I hear the rumble of an older vehicle, “a v6 Chevy perhaps?” and when I turn my head to look out the window, I see (y/n) in her 1985 Camaro speeding off. 

“No!” I cry out and jump up from where I was sitting, slamming my hands on the table in front of me. 

It was at that moment that I knew I had blown it. I moved way too fast. I had failed…

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The 3rd Night - Part 5 Dinner and a Show

My alarm clock went off. It was 6:00 in the evening. I had to be at work by 10:00 PM, so I got out of bed. It's nice when I wake up feeling refreshed. My new schedule had me awake for 12 hours, and then I would sleep for 12 hours, so it was a decent balance. Finally, a schedule that worked with my body and the rest of the world (my work life). 

Today I was kinda excited about going back to SpaceX. Maybe I'd get to see Elon again and give him that key he dropped last night. They key was still in the pants I wore from yesterday, and they were still pretty clean so I figured I’d wear those again, same for my Occupy Mars SpaceX T-shirt that I wore to bed last night. 

I had a few hours to kill before I’d have to leave to go to work, so since it was Thursday, I thought I’d take my car (which is a maroon 1985 v6 Camaro T-top that I named Rudy. The car was a gift from my grandpa and it hasn’t cost me a dime other than fuel.) and just drive around for a bit. See the sights of California. I only live a few blocks away from where I work. So that’s nice. 

“Maybe I’ll go get myself a quick breakfast, although it’s more dinner at the time of day I’m alive. Haha.” I laughed as I grabbed the keys to my Camaro and put my shoes on. 

The closest Thai food (my fave other than sushi) joint is called Queen of Thai Cuisine, so I figured I’d pay them another visit. They are my closest favorite restaurant. Although there’s one on the coast that’s pretty good too. 

Later, once I arrived at the restaurant, I was surprised to see a cyber truck parked right outside the building. This meant Elon was around because he’s the only guy in the world who currently owns one from what I’ve heard. “Damn that thing’s wide,” I say as I park my car next to Elon’s epic ride. 

Next, I got out of my Camaro and went inside the Thai food joint. The person at the front desk area asked me if I was doing takeout or wanted to sit. I was about to say take out but then I felt a large hand grip my shoulder and a familiar husky South African accented voice speak from behind me: “we’d like a place to sit.” 

As soon as I felt him grab my shoulder I tensed up and froze. “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Oh F-“

“You coming?” Elon asks as he lets go of me and looks at me with those soulful eyes of his. I awkwardly turned to face him and sighed with a goofy grin: “y-yeah.” 

It was then that I saw Elon dressed from top to bottom in black. His leather coat is black, and oh my god we were wearing the same Occupy Mars shirt. His designer jeans were black along with his fancy black shoes. 

“Black is totally his color though, he looks sexy as hell, and powerful. Damn.”

I followed him over to a table booth which had a window and I sat. What I expected Elon to do was sit across from me, but then his wide booty landed right next to mine. Nervous as hell, I scooted up against the wall/window as a way to get away from him, but then he just moved closer. Now I was trapped. *internal screaming intensifies* 

He grabbed a menu and began looking it over. His face went stoic, in the way it does when he begins analyzing important data. “This place is my favorite Thai food joint. Other than that one over on the coast,” he says, eyes still scanning over the menu like a hungry wolf staring down a helpless sheep. 

“You don’t say?” I reply, trying not to panic and keep my cool. Elon then let out a low chuckle. “I never get why people say ‘You don’t say?’ Because the person literally just said something and the recipient says they didn’t. It just makes zero sense. Humans are such a strange species. Haha.”

I quickly looked away. What he said did get me thinking: “why did I say that? That was kinda stupid. Ugh… why didn’t I just nod my head or say ‘cool’ or something. Is he judging my intelligence based on my human conversational skills? Shit! I don’t know? Maybe I am an idiot… I mean I know nothing compared to this guy. Like really, he knows a ton of crap about cars and rockets. I have practically 0 exp on those topics. Well, I know a little, but this guy is known as a genius. Hence that makes me an idiot right?”

I suddenly felt Elon gently place one of his large hands on mine, which I currently had resting on my knees, “you okay?” He asks with such a warmth in his voice it could melt the planet’s icecaps in seconds. 

His action spooked me, since I was deep in thought, thus causing me to flinch and cower in the corner of the table booth even more so than before.

It didn’t help that wasn’t used to human touch and was generally afraid of everyone in the first place. So naturally, I’m rather skittish. 

Elon took his hand off mine as soon as I moved, “please, you don’t need to be afraid of me,” he says as if he was reassuring a child. He then looks away from me, and I can see his lips curve into a slight frown. He looked sad. 

I was definitely afraid of him. He’s nearly twice the size of me, in height and width. His hands were large enough that they looked like he could crush my arm if he were to grab it. 

His body screamed alpha, but his demeanor, from what I’ve experienced, was anything but that. He seemed timid, even the way he walked wasn’t a prideful strut, but rather sort of hunched over and took swaying steps. 

I somewhat wondered if he even knew just how strong he could be if he tried, but maybe I haven’t seen the real Elon yet. All I knew was that my instincts were telling me two things, this guy is a real hot one but watch out. 

Then the waitress named Sahan walked to our table, she beamed when she saw Elon and asked how he was faring. To which he replied “nominal” and gave a simple smile. 

“Who’s your pretty little friend? Oh wait, hi there (y/n)! Wow! You are one lucky girl, I’m so happy you’ve found someone! But not just anyone, you found Mr. Musk! Wow!”

My face heated up like a microwave. I put my hand over my face to momentarily cover my embarrassment. “Oh fuck! Why Sahan? Please God! I swear if you could just strike me dead now, that would be such a blessing!” 

“Isn’t she cute?” Elon says as he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. “We only met just recently, but I can tell I think we’re gonna go far,” he says smiling.

“I can’t take this anymore!” I wanted to cry. This was just too much. The awkwardness, the sudden encounter, my fear of people! “Just die! I don’t want to live anymore! This has got to be some sort of fucking nightmare!” 

“What would you like to order?” The waitress asks. Elon replies “Pad Se Ew with seafood, please.” He then asks me, “What would you like, love?” and tenderly kisses the side of my head. 

“He fucking kissed me? Oh god! Please no more of this! I can’t take this kind of torment!” “Pad Thai for me. Also with the sea food,” I calmly reply. 

Once the waitress walked away, Elon let go of me and sighed, “forgive me. I only did that just because it’s usually easier to play along than explain an entire situation.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have anything to say. 

“Hey, (y/n), I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“Just leave me alone and shut the fuck up,” I growl and cover my face with my hands. Elon was about to say something else, but then he clamped his mouth shut. He felt bad. 

He remained silent for a while and then he said with a choked voice “excuse me”, stood, then walked away from the table. 

“Now’s my chance to get the hell out of here…” my brain whispers to me. But then Sahan the waitress came back and brought us our food. “Where’s Mr. Musk?” She asks.

To set the record straight, I tell her: “Look, we’re not a thing okay? I don’t even know why he said that. I want to be clear that we’re not dating, or anything. I came here to eat dinner and it just so happens Elon shows up and sits with me. And then he makes everything so awkward I just, ugh!” 

Sahan looked at me “oh… I’m so sorry, (y/n). I shouldn’t have assumed you two were together. How embarrassing. You know what, your meal is free. I hope I can make that up to you.”

Without further thought, I quickly ask: “Can you quickly put my food in a box? I want to get out of here before he comes back.”

“Sure!” Sahan replies, quickly taking my plate and scurrying back to the kitchen. Then I swear she returned in the same minute, “here you go, (y/n).”

“Thanks!” I say as I quickly get up from the table, grab the box of food, and leave as fast as I could.

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The 3rd Night - Part 4: Finding Elon

I walked to the first place I'd most likely find Elon, which was in his swanky office. The door was shut and from what I could tell, there wasn't a light on in there. “Crap. He's probably asleep…” 

Stranding there for a few minutes, I debated whether or not I should knock. I knew he barely slept because of his insane work schedule and didn't want to wake him up during the few hours of the day where he actually took a legit break and rested up. But I didn't know for sure if he was in there. Heck, I don't know the guy's schedule. He could be on a freaking plane to the Tesla Gigafactory in Germany right now and I wouldn't even know it. 

So I mustered up my courage and lightly knocked on the door to his office. After a solid minute of 0 response, I knocked again, this time a little louder, “Elon, if you're in there, I just wanted to return a key you dropped in my office earlier.” 

There was still no response. So I gave up. The SpaceX Hawthorne facility was way too huge to go wandering about in search of Elon. Like I said, the dude could literally be anywhere. I'll just keep the key on me and give it back to him whenever I see him again. Hopefully soon. 

As I drove home, it was now 5:40 AM and traffic was already starting to jam up from all the other humans who were trying to get to work. This was one of the shitty aspects about living in California. Traffic. Lots and lots of wasteful hours just sitting in your car doing absolutely nothing. 

I was so tired. But yet my brain kept me awake by thinking about Elon’s futuristic vision of traveling underground in tunnels. Avoiding the hustle and bustle of CA by simply driving under it all. Got to admit the fella is insanely smart. One of the things I truly admire about him. That and his workstyle. Always on the go, forward thinking, focusing on the future and staying optimistic. 

Then some vivid images from that dream I had popped into my head of Elon fucking that thrust puck. I kinda wished that dream would've gone differently. Like maybe instead of fucking a thrust puck he could fuck me with that huge dick of his. I mean wow was that thing big. 

“What am I saying?” I growl to myself and slap my face, “he's my boss! We could never have a relationship…” but then a part of me thinks “who says we can't though? I don't think there's a written law that says you can't have a relationship with your employer. It's just one of those dumb things in life that people say isn't right and gets passed on because that's just how shit like that flies. 

Like people say it's weird and wrong to marry someone who's way older than you. Why? What's really wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with it. Age is just a fucking number. It's one's maturity, love, and what's inside that really counts in a relationship. 

But hell, what do I really know about relationships? I've never had anyone and I'm a 23-year-old virgin. I don't have anything to offer anyone anyways. I'm no beauty and not wealthy by any means. I'm nobody. Sure, I know some neat stuff on how the universe works, but I don't have a special doctorate degree in Physics or anything. I have an associates in Energy Management that I earned while enrolled in a special homeschool program that paid for me to go to college, but that is it. Everything else I know comes from lots of books that I picked up cheap at thrift stores growing up. 

I spent hours reading, and even wrote a few of my own books. Sci-fi novels that hardly got any recognition because it's an ebook. There's so many of them out there it's impossible to be found. Especially when you can't afford publicity or anything. 

“Oh well… Who cares? No one… Nobody at all… Hell, if I wrecked this car right here and died, nobody would really care. I'm not important…” I sighed and hit my head against the steering wheel a few times. 

I was annoyed with the traffic and myself. I wouldn't consider myself suicidal, but the thought of killing myself crosses my mind often. Death is better than living in a world where you know that nothing will ever become of you. Death is nice because you can't think or feel. You can't wonder about shit like whether or not anyone would ever love you and you can't regret past mistakes. I could give you many more reasons why death is better than living my life but I don't have the brain power right now to share. 

I've never tried to kill myself. But I've thought of ways that I could. Like jumping off a high bridge with water below and something heavy tied to your body so you'll sink. Getting hit by an expensive car would be a cool way to go. Imagine getting run over by a Lamborghini. I'd even take getting hit by a Tesla, just because they're one of my favorite types of cars. 

Shooting myself with a gun would be the easiest, but it's kinda lame. So is hanging yourself, unless it's in some kinda cool public place and you can scare some people at the same time. 

I want to go out with a bang if possible. Make a show of it. That way I can be remembered for something. Even though it might not be as cool as making history, like being remembered as the first person to get humanity to Mars. No, I’d be remembered as that one weird chick who got her ass run over by a freaking sports car. 

The thing is I don't want to feel pain when I die. I already feel pain while I'm alive (emotional pain and some physical) and don't want that to be the last thing I remember before the lights go out. 

By the time I was done thinking of ways to die, traffic had eased up a bit and I had made it home. 

My home was a simple apartment near the ghetto. Cheap and trashy living on the outside, but inside my home was what counted. I had made it into my cool little den. Surrounded by my books, weird art (all paintings and drawings of my own creation) and tones of houseplants. It kinda looked like an abandoned library/art gallery in a jungle. 

I grew up in a quiet town in the state of Oregon, surrounded by an evergreen rainforest all year long. California is completely different and I love it. I'm a person who enjoys adventure so that's why I'm here where I am today. But I keep the houseplants coherent and green because I still have a deep connection with nature and long to be within it, always. 

After checking all the locks to the barred windows and doors to my little apartment in the worn down cement apartment complex, I went to my bedroom and got undressed. Then I put on a tanktop and a fresh pair of underwear. That's all I wear year-round. I have this weird thing where I can't wear pants to bed, otherwise I feel like I have to pee all night and get too hot. And T-shirts feel constricting (unless I'm wearing one of my favorite cotton SpaceX T-Shirts, then I'll wear those because they're unusually comfortable. But I usually just stick to tank tops because it helps keep me cooler.) 

“I wonder what Elon’s house is like? Ah, that's right. He sold all his fancy mansions. Now he just rents places whenever he needs to. Must be nice to have the money to do that. But still nothing to tie you down. Pretty nice… Someday I’d like to have enough money to just go wherever I want. Oh well…”

Rent isn't cheap, even where I am it is still a lot. I can't afford a house with land, so when I moved here I was pretty much screwed unless I wanted to pay rent or buy a van and live down by the river. (Which is still my back up plan when I'm really ready to go out for a real adventure.) I live in the rundown apartments by the Chester Washington Golf Course. It’s not far from where I work.

I came to California to be closer to Elon and his shenanigans. I'm quite pleased I'm getting work for him. Deep down, ever since I first learned about him in my teen years, I've had this weird thing for him. I've read a lot about him and have what I'd call an advanced understanding of the man. But that's mostly because of all the things we have in common. It's actually kinda freaky. We both have similar interests in life and are visionary thinkers that the world brushes off as “weird or insane” people.

The first time I heard about him I was reading a newspaper about this new car company from California and the paper kept rambling on and on about the CEO, Elon Musk. 

I'm obsessed with electric cars and hybrids and read all I can about them. But the funny thing is you'd never hear the name of a CEO of a car company in the paper. It was always like “Ford’s CEO said they want to up production by this date” or whatever… But you'd never get their name unless you went on the internet and searched for it. So hearing about this Elon guy struck me as odd right from the start. 

That and when I first read the article, his name cracked me up because I thought it was the name of some sort of perfume. So I decided to find a computer and look him up.

When I did, I saw this picture of a guy dressed in a swanky suit. His hair was the same color and wavy like mine, but cut short of course and a little messy. He had a charming smile and very unique facial features. 

The weird thing was what my brain first said upon seeing him: “handsome”. I'd never found a human to be sexually appealing before. (And Yes, I know I'm weird. I didn't find men or women attractive until I saw Elon. And no, I’m not bisexual. Just remember I grew up in a small town and was home schooled. So I didn't have anyone to be attracted to.)

Yet what really struck me about Elon was his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. They spoke many things to me, but one of the words I first heard was an outcry of a pain so deep that it sent chills up my spine. Right off the bat I could sense this man had suffered greatly. In what ways I didn't currently know, but I could see a deep rooted pain. (I have this weird ability where I can look at a picture and see things about people nobody else can. I can't really describe it, but it's kinda like having a psychic superpower.)

At the time, I had just turned 13 years old, and had just started highschool (remember I was home schooled so it was a total breeze. All online too.) but that was the first time I saw Elon and it was something that I don't think I'll ever be able to forget. 

Later, after conducting years worth of extensive research, I came to find out that what I saw in Elon did turn out to be a past of suffering. He’d had a rough childhood and things didn't necessarily become easier for him later in life either. Especially in his personal relationships. (I'm not going to go into too much detail here because otherwise, this is going to be a freaking biography. And yes, I do own a book that's entirely about Elon called: Tesla, SpaceX and the Quest for a Fantastic Future. Best book ever btw.)

Thinking about Elon brought my mind back to our interaction. His South African accented voice echoed through my head: “we should have dinner sometime…” Did he really mean that? Does he *yawns* really want to? With me? But why me? Why… and then my eyes finally shut. I passed out asleep.

To Be Continued...

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The 3rd Night - Part 3: Dead or Alive?

Suddenly I woke up when someone touched me on the back. Looking up I see Elon standing in front of me. “You okay?” He asked. His voice was low, yet soothing. “I’m fine. Just had a really weird dream…” I sighed, realizing all the events that I just thought had taken place were totally real. “I should’ve known it was a damn dream when I saw Elon and that thrust puck…” I think to myself. 

Elon grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside me, “I’d love to hear your weird dream, if it’s alright. I’m a bit of a weird dreamer myself. That’s one of the reasons I have trouble sleeping at night. The struggle of nightmares. Haha.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Umm…” “shit… what the fuck do I tell him? That I saw him buck-naked, humping a thrust puck in the basement in my dream. Hell no! I’ll just tell him I dreamt about an intruder…” “I dreamed that there was an intruder in the building…” I finally blurted out. “Did you see what they looked like?” Elon asks. He was sitting hunched over with his chin propped up by his hands, which were intertwined together.

He looked kinda weird, all interested in what my stupid dream was about. Looking down at the floor I think to myself: “Why does he care what the intruder looked like? It’s just a dream!” “Well… umm… I never got a good look at his face, sir… it was just a dream anyways-“ “Call me Elon. Please, we’re all just a big family here at SpaceX, so there’s no need for formalities,” Elon requests with a charming smile. “Okay…” “Woah… He just wants me to call him Elon? Alrighty then…”

“I can tell you're an introverted person,” he says, totally catching me off guard. “You pause and think before you speak. I admire that.”

“Did he just compliment me? Is he being nice, or is he trying to flir-“

“You're a terrible liar though. There’s more to this dream of yours that you're not telling me,” he says with a smug grin. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably “shit… he knows…” I glanced at his face for a second, his emerald green eyes were dilated. Either he was high on something, or getting aroused. Couldn’t tell which and I was too afraid to think about which one it was. 

Elon slowly rolled the chair he was sitting on forward, “I know you were dreaming about me. You were moaning my name in your sleep. When I was walking by your office, I heard you and couldn’t help but come in here and ask you. Forgive me for being a creep, but that’s just how I am. I’m weird, okay.”

He was acting pretty creepy, not gonna lie. But I kinda liked it. Seeing him like this, the real Elon the world doesn’t get to see. I rolled my eyes and sighed, “yeah, I was dreaming  about you. You were whom I thought to be the intruder, then you kidnapped me and tied me to a chair in the basement. Then you stripped your clothes off in front of me, went over to a thrust puck that you had down there, and started fucking it like a maniac till you came. Then you rolled off it and I thought you were dead because you weren’t moving.”

Elon’s cheeks had turned pink, yet his expression was stoic. I couldn’t tell if he was horrified or what. “Fuck… he wasn’t expecting that was he? I’m probably going to lose my job now… fuck…”  

“Wow…” he finally muttered, before cracking up. He was laughing so hard, it was so weird. One second he was totally dead inside and the next he was laughing? He must be on drugs. “I fucked a thrust puck? Damn, that's kinda hot.. wow,”he said, laughing hysterically. 

“Sooooo… your not not going to fire me?” I ask, still keeping my eyes to the floor, as I didn’t know what to do. I honestly wish I could just turn invisible and leave. Screw life, I just want to die now… “Fire you? Are you nuts? You're the funniest gal I’ve ever met,” he sighs, ending his outburst of laughter. “Also, I just realized I have no clue what your name is?”

“It’s (y/n)”

Elon smiles and rubs the back of his head, “Cute name, ” he replied before standing up. He started to walk out of my office but stopped right at the doorway, “We should have dinner sometime, ” he said, and then left the room, closing the door behind him. “He wants to have dinner with me? Woah…”

I then checked the time. It was 4:59 AM, which basically meant my shift was over. Time to go home and sleep. Standing up from my desk, I stood up and stretched. Then when I took my first step to leave, I felt something on the floor beneath my foot and nearly started to slide, “what the?”

Removing my foot off the object, I saw there was a small metal key on the floor. It looked like a house key.It wasn't mine, and it was laying right where I was staring at the floor when I was talking to Elon. So I quickly figured out he must have dropped it, or intentionally left it. 

“I wonder if it's the key to the basement? And if it is, did Elon purposely leave it here for me? Is he down there right now waiting for me? Maybe this guy really is a creep after all. Shit… What the fuck do I do now?” 

A part of me wanted to go check and see if this key was in fact for the door to the basement. Another part of me wanted to put the key in my pocket and just go home, I was tired as hell anyways. And a third part of me wanted to go find Elon and return what he had dropped. 

I figured the best option would be to go find Elon and give him his key. Then go home. After all, if it did go to the basement, and there is some weird important shit of his down there, he might panic if he can't find his key. That and he is my boss. I'd like to keep on his good side. 

I've heard rumors that Elon can be pretty harsh on his employees. He likes everyone to pull the same weight as he does, which is a lot. I'm lucky I'm not one of the engineers and just a nightguard. Whole lot less work, but still a good way to get some quick cash. 

To Be Continued...

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The 3rd Night - Part 2: Putting the Thrust in Thrust Puck

(For those of you who don't know Rockets, just Google what a Thrust Puck is because I don't feel like explaining all that to you right now.)

The footsteps drew closer, and then stopped directly in front of me. I felt the same large hand from earlier gently lift my chin, while another hand undid my blindfold. As soon I could see, I was met face to face with none other than Elon. 

“I apologize if this is causing any confusion for you, ” he says in a seductive tone of voice that I'd never heard him use before. It sent chills up my spine. “I promise this will be fun, as long as you do one thing...” his South African accented voice changed to sounding utterly sinister. “Don't take your eyes off me. Don't look away, to the left or right. Otherwise, you're in for a fright...” 

Elon then stood back and began taking off his clothes. First was his black leather jacket, followed by his black Occupy Mars t-shirt, which revealed his pale, hairless chest. 

I had no idea how muskular (pun intended XD) he was... Apparently, he managed to find the time to work out though having an insanely busy schedule. Strangely, he had multiple scars across his upper body. Scars I'm sure nobody had seen before other than all of his ex-wives and girlfriends. 

Not gonna lie, this whole situation was getting more awkward by the second. Like dude, if you seriously just want to have sex with someone, you don't have to kidnap them and tie them up in a chair while they watch you get naked. But maybe he's got a kink for that shit... Who am I to judge?

Personally, I found my boss to be quite attractive. Sure I'd only been working there for three days, well nights, but there were a few times where my mind would think about Elon. What is it exactly he does all night and all day?

And not to say I have an insanely filthy mind, but there was a moment where I wondered what Elon was like in the bedroom... Guess I was about to find out about that one there chief. Haha. 

While I was off in my head thinking, I just now realized that Elon was fully naked, standing in front of me, with a sort of predatory gleam in his dark green eyes and a wicked grin. 

Frankly I don't think I'll ever get this image out of my head. And I sorta wished I could get a photo just so I can be sure I wasn't having some sort of twisted kinky nightmare.

Elon walked behind me and grabbed hold of the chair I was tied to. He began pulling it behind him while he walked over to another part of the basement. He placed the chair in front of what appeared to be some sort of large inverted metal cone, something that I recognized immediately, a thrust puck. Why does he have a thrust puck in the basement? I was getting confused. 

“Remember not to take your eyes off me. That's the rule to this little game. And if you play by the rules, I promise we’ll have a little fun later on...” Elon giggles as he then takes off the ball gag that wasn't allowing me to speak.

Despite removing the ball gag, I remained silent. I didn't have anything to say, I wasn't really afraid or upset with any of this, so I just kept my mouth shut. “You don't say much, do you? That's fine... I like a woman who doesn't constantly need to speak, ” Elon whispered and then gently kissed the top of my head. “You're going to love this, I promise, ” he said as he slid his large hands down my chest and gripped my boobs, which he began to slowly massage.

He was starting to turn me on. So far, I liked everything he had done to me. Even though I was a 23-year-old virgin, and never even been touched by a man before, I had my moments where I'd imagine what my first time would be like. I'd always hoped things would get kinda kinky... Just never expected I'd be doing it with one of the world's wealthiest men who was 27 years older than me. 

I didn't care that he was way older than me. I'd always loved the idea of having an older man in my life. Someone with experience. Someone who doesn't want to play relationship games. I want to just settle down. Enjoy life.

Yeah, I knew this probably wouldn't last between me and Elon. It was just gonna be a one night stand if anything. Besides, why would he want some young run of the mill bitch like me when he could literally have anyone he wanted? 

I honestly felt kinda special, but I didn't let it take over me considering the circumstances. I barely knew Elon other than what I've read on the internet, and I'm sure he doesn't know anything about me. Why would he? I'm not important at all. 

By the time I had gotten out of my head again, I noticed Elon’s hands had left me and he was over by the thrust puck. “I'd better get some lube...” I thought I heard him mumble. He walked out of view and I heard him open a cupboard behind me. 

I heard him grab a can and shake it a few times. He then returned to the thrust puck and began spraying his huge 7 inch dick with what appeared to be WD40. “Umm... Is that stuff safe to use?” I ask, finally having a reason to speak. Elon looked over at me and smiled “So she talks...” I blush and try to smile back. 

“Yeah, it's fine. I guess. I've been using it for a while now and haven't died yet. Haha.”

A while? Damn. Does he always have sex with his new female employees or something? “Don't worry, I'm not using it for you, ” he smiles and then looks at the thrust puck in front of him, grinning like a maniac. 

There were openings on the thrust puck that were used to attach the raptor engines, and a few smaller holes for whatever, I didn't know my thrust puck anatomy because I wasn't a rocket scientist who built them. 

Is he going to do what I think he is? Elon sprayed one of the holes on the thrust puck with the WD40 and then after placing the can down next to him, he mounted the thrust puck and started riding it.

He's literally fucking a trust puck? Is this man insane? I wonder as I watch him thrust his giant cock in and out of the hole on the side of the thrust puck. Elon was moaning and muttering things I couldn't quite understand under his breath. “M-make sure you w-w- watch m-m-e!” he commands in a breathy voice. 

He was getting wild on that thing, it didn't look like he was going to last much longer. His thrusts were fast and hard. I could hear his whole body ramming into that thrust puck. His moaning was getting louder by the second. He was gripping onto the puck so hard with his hands I could see his veins. 

Watching him getting so worked up was really turning me on. I was wetter than Niagra Falls down there and I was starting to get a little jealous. I wanted Elon to fuck me like he was fucking that thrust puck. I wanted that huge dick of his ramming my insides. 

What the hell is wrong with me? I'd never felt like this before and it felt all so good and terribly wrong all at the same time. 

As I continued to watch Elon, I got more aroused to the point I was wiggling in my seat. 

Elon’s breathing got heavier. His cheeks had turned to a shade of red I'd never seen before. And then after a very loud, almost a scream of a moan, he collapsed. His body rolled down the side of the thrust puck and landed onto the cold concrete floor.

What the hell just happened? I thought to myself. Elon was flinching a bit, but from what I could tell, he didn't look like he was breathing. Shit... Did he just have a heart attack and die? Or a seizure? “Elon! Are you okay?” I called out. He didn't answer.

To Be Continued...

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The 3rd Night - Part 1: Footsteps

The first and second nights were a breeze. Nothing weird. All quiet. I’d hear noises that sounded like footsteps walking around the building, but whenever I checked the cams, I didn’t see anyone. So I figured it must have all been in my head. 

The only thing about this place was the basement. The camera stopped working on the first night, but when I told my supervisor about it, he said “not to worry about it just as long as you don’t go in there and keep that door bolted shut.” 

His words were stern, and I sort of shrugged it off. I wasn’t generally interested in the basement anyways. But tonight was different. I realized I was working for the biggest commercial space flight company in existence, SpaceX.

I was working as the night guard for the headquarters in Hawthorn California. My responsibility was to make sure no unauthorized personnel got into the building after all the workers had gone home for the night. And if anyone else was in the building other than me, it was Elon Musk. 

Elon, when not at the SpaceX facility in Boca Chica, or checking in with the operations with Boring Co. was here in Hawthorn, in his office on the top floor. 

He had a trundle couch that he slept on I guess, but honestly, I've never seen the man sleep. Sometimes I wonder if he's secretly a “3000-year-old vampire”, or he's got access to some really good drugs.

Nevertheless, his business was his and I was just the night guard. Hell, I’m lucky I even got the job. Do you have any clue what a space nerd would give to even set foot inside this place? There was a lot of competition for this job, and I was shocked I got it. 

I am pretty stoked I’m here though. I was just looking for a job in the area that paid decently and this one I just so happened to get. Working for Elon Musk has always been a dream of mine. I honestly wanted to be an engineer who designed Teslas or rockets, but I'm happy where I am. Anyways, enough about that. Let’s talk about that basement. 

So I’m working for this huge company owned by one of the wealthiest men in the solar system. The way my supervisor said to “stay out of the basement” came back to my mind tonight as I was sitting at my desk, swiveling in my chair, bored out of my mind.

It’s like he’s hiding something. Something nobody is allowed to see. Yesterday, I met the day guard, and when I asked him about the basement, he said the contents are top secret. Nobody knows what’s in there except Elon. “That’s his space. So if I were you, I wouldn’t go in there. Otherwise you might end up like the last night guard.”

When I was just about to ask what happened to the other night guard, Jerry, the day guard had to leave before the 5:00 pm traffic started. So I never got my answer.

Initially, I figured the guard who went in there must have lost his or her job. But who knows? Maybe they saw the “secret contents” and had to be killed before the knowledge escaped into the world. 

Just then, I got a beep from the motion sensors on the monitor. Camera 10 had picked up movement. I quickly rolled my seat into the desk and grabbed the mouse, clicking on pane 10, which showed me the hallway on the 10th floor.

As I look, I see a figure move just out of view. “The hell was that?” I say as I click on the next pane, which starts beeping at me. Pane 9 the hallway on the 9th floor. This time I sort of could see what was moving so quickly through the shadows, but the hallways were so dark, and the camera lighting was so crappy that all I got was a dark blur. A shadowy figure.

Whatever it was, it had moved to the 8th floor before I knew it. Missed it again. It didn’t help that it took a minute and 49 seconds for each pane to load once I opened it. The internet was working really slow tonight. 

The company had just switched over to Starlink, which unfortunately meant slow loading speed from 10:00pm to 6:00am. A kink that still needed repairing. More satellites had been deployed and would be in this part of the hemisphere next week. Still, it wasn’t making my job any easier.

I wasn’t having any luck figuring out who or what was in the building. It was probably just Elon, but the last two nights he stayed on the 10th floor. It wasn't like he had to leave his office to go to the bathroom or get food. It was like a house in there. That’s what Jerry the day guard told me anyways.

Before I knew it, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway where I was at. The door was open, so I scrambled out of my seat and over to the door. 

I quickly yet quietly shut the door and stood behind it. I would wait for whoever it was to pass and then chase them down. In case they were an intruder. As the footsteps neared, my heart began to race. 

At one point, I couldn't tell the difference. Was it footsteps I was hearing or my own heart?

Putting my ear to the door, I listened intently. The footsteps were right outside the door, they sounded loud, like they belonged to somebody big. 

An intruder surely wouldn't be making  all that noise. Unless they wanted to be caught. It’s gotta be Elon out there.

By the time I had figured out who the footsteps likely belonged to, they were already out of my listening range. So I decided to leave my post at the cameras and trail Elon, or the noisy intruder until I managed to get close enough to identify who they were and whether or not they were a threat. 

I followed them all the way down to the first floor. They were taking very long strides and thus I was unable to keep up with them. I would have had to start running, which would have given off my location. Plus the lights were all off. The only rooms that had power were both Elon’s and my offices. Company policy to “conserve energy.” Thankfully the building had tons of windows, and the full moon was shining brightly through them.

They ended up turning a corner that led to the stairs to the basement. At this point I was sure that the person I was following had to have been Elon, just because he’s the only guy around here who’d be able to walk that fast.

I paused at the top of the stairs. This is where the light ended. Before me looked like the state case to the abyss. My options were I go down the stairs and follow him to the basement, or I stop here.  

As much as I wanted to follow Elon, a part of me said to go back to my post before I got into trouble. Yet I wanted to know why he was going to the basement. I wanted to know what was in there. 

At the same time I was getting a little creeped out. I had forgotten my flashlight back on my desk *facepalm* because I'm a ding-ding, so I couldn't see shit. 

Then I noticed how quiet it was. No more big clunky Elon footsteps. He had just gone down those stairs maybe 30 seconds ago. I didn't hear the basement door open either. 

“Maybe he didn't go down there,” I think it myself as I look to the right, “the kitchen is that way, so maybe-”

I suddenly feel a large hand with a rag cover my mouth, and a strong arm pull me back into the chest of whoever was behind me! I tried fighting them, but breathing became difficult. 

My nostrils were filled with the sweet yet slightly chemical scent of which I presumed to be chloroform, the stuff kidnappers use on those rags when they kidnap you. My head started to spin, my body was becoming numb, and soon after I blacked out. 

When I woke up, I was blindfolded, and had been tied to what I believed to be a chair. My hands were bound to the armrests and my feet bound to the chair legs. A rope was tightly wrapped around my torso. I couldn't move.

It wasn't like I could scream for help, because I had a ball gag in my mouth. So I'm just stuck there, like what the fuck? Did Elon just kidnap me? Was that even Elon I was following? 

My mind was racing with questions, but they were all interrupted when I heard a large door open, and the same clunky footsteps from before walking across the cold concrete floor.

To Be Continued...

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