Bodega of Horrors

This happened to my girl friend ( friend-zoned by choice) We were good friends before we hooked up. one day calls me to tell me she got a receptionist position at some " Escort company" that she had gotten at Career blazers temp agency. As sketchy as it sounded it was a legit position however the hours would be late into 2 AM. The day she called me, a rep from the company said she would be working at their Canal street loft in NYC , and she would be by herself taking calls and dealing with walk in appointments. Her first day at the job there was nobody at the loft , there was a key code at the door with a post it with the key code written on it. When she walked in the 4th floor suite , there was a giant loft , all white , everything was Basque in white , to the couches for the waiting area to water coolers. Her desk was right in the middle of a Giant room with a shit load of space on all sides. There was other rooms like a kitchen with food and soda for her , and other rooms in the loft that she had not yet explored. She had saw a couple of post its layed out on her desk as a series of task. 1. was the brochure of the company , 2. Was a handbook dealing with the clients , 3. was her break detail and how to reset the key code for her personal use 4.was accommodations for her in which described a "Nap room " she can use during her break, and other things that were weird. In the loft her desk was 20 feet from the door , window and each side right in the middle of a huge floor. She had an early white imac on her desk. She would call me on her break and tell me " Its like a ghost town , nobody is here and I've been by myself in the whole building " for the exception of a darkroom which was on the other side of the building , and the second loft that was part of the company she worked for . So her calls would be quite frequent to me late at night at 12 am. She was a very attractive Latina woman , and her attire was exquisite , something told me she fit the profile for something really awful. Thats when the noises started. She would here creeks and feel like there was someone in the loft. In the opposite side to her 30 ft from her desk was this lounge room area that had been closed since her first week of working there , the area that had a video camera on a tripod , she took pics with her Sanyo phone which was an early cell phone camera, It was a pro-consumer canon xl1 camera and it was titled down in the white leather couch. She sent it to me Thats when I started feeling that her job was sketchy. One day she does not call me because ( free nights and weekends plan) were not being available at an affordable price. so she calls me from the job phone. On my caller I.D the number came out as 1234567890 ,which was fucking weird. She tells me she will go to the deli downstairs get grub and prob take a nap on company time since there was nobody there. When she wakes up she finds a post -it on the door with an envelope with cash in it , it has a post it that says " I need you to wait for this client , let him come in , call us and send him upstairs" , here is cab money for your trouble-james" Someone came in without making noise as she slept in the "nap room" which was a comfortable room with a bed chair thingy. She was supremely creeped out by that. She worked until 3 am when she got a buzz at the door , she buzzed in. A man walked in with a sports jacket , no shirt , tight jeans , he looked like some 80s slimy gigolo , he had a slickback hairstyle in a ponytail , he looked like he worked out and had chiseled features. He had looked like Lorenzo Lamas in that tv show Renegade but slightly creepy.The phone picks up and a deep voice says " Hello Jasmine, I see we are getting quite comfortable at the workplace , it is a pleasure forgive my rudeness in not meeting you, you can send Mr. Nescher upstairs , the way is by the nap room , there is a stair case there " - he hangs up She asked him " who are you to see" he responds ," I would be thinking you ---" he laughs and thats when she gets creeped out. His chest hair along with his overabundance of cologne and cowboy boots made her feel uncomfortable. He switches to "Katz , im here to see katz" she looks at her phone and sees Katz marked on the phone, she tells him to have a seat ,and he takes some chocolate from the candy dish and starts eating while looking at her and smiling. The day after she comes to work 30 minutes late , and sends an email. She notices something on the floor of the pristine white room , it was a circle of blood, about the size of a dime. Thinking it was her since she was spotting her period, and wearing a skirt on the hot summer day , the coincidence whens she changed her pad , or maybe denial , that blood was not hers. In her second week of solitude , she has never once met her boss or seen anybody from the company , as much as even gotten a call. Most of her calls were to me. Her boss would constantly leave her a set of task in the forms of neatly written post its. She noticed that the pro-consumer camera was pointed at her , which was never the case in the two weeks she worked there, that camera was always pointed down , and during her break it was pointed at her , she shugs it up , and calls me and tells me " this place is creeping me out" The next day , being so intrigued by her job I decided to drop by after hanging out in the East Village. The room was oddly immense for one person to walk there , she shows me around the kitchen , nothing but ready to microwave burgers and meals of he expensive kind , six packs of coke , diet coke , cheese, and a nice expresso machine. One thing I noticed was a box for a samsung security camera folded behind the refrigerator. I decide to snoop around and see more samsung security boxes neatly folded up in the recycling area, I find a receipt that says " B&H photo , with the name Avi Nescher , and it was time and dated at 10 A.M two days ago. I write her a note saying " Watch what you say they might be cameras in here" she shrugs it off as nonsense that "I am probably watching to many movies " , I noticed a gleaming object by the bathroom , and noticed it was in the corner lodged behind the radiator, picking it up to my discovery I was holding a butt plug , and quickly shake it off and washed my hands I was disgusted. , I told her, and she tells me , "that could had been from anybody in the building since the bathrooms were located outside the loft." But strange her company was the only business in that floor. So she tells the strange guy where the stair case is - he cuts her off and says " I know exactly where its at " and proceeds to walk. After 3 hours he comes out and says " good night sweetie , you will see alot of me here this week " and walks out. When she leaves she notices the hidden staircase, it was not as pristine as the loft , it was dank. slightly dusty and had a cool draft coming from it. Jasmine would smoke her cigs there sometimes. The next day we meet up and she is telling me how uncomfortable it is to work there , no people , no phone calls , her agency would pay her but her boss would leave envelopes with money for her in twenties on her desk as a bonus, and strange post its whens he would come out her break. Being into ham radios , I had a portable one to spare her , I told her to reach me at a defunct con ed frequency and talk to me whenever, which was kind of illegal since she didn't have a ham license but nobody was occupying the frequency . She would hit me up at 12, then at 1, then 30 minutes before leaving. One day she goes in the bathroom and starts washing her face and hears something in the bathroom stall. She walks towards it and it sounds like a phone vibrating on the toilet roll holder. she picks it up and it says hello " and in a voice her boss says Hi back and in a shady way hangs up. She takes the phone and looks at the caller ID, the ID was 12345678 , she gets creeped out and hits me up. " Pick me up , where are you at I am at the point where I am going to quit today" and starts crying. Like a dick I tell her to calm down , since it was Friday I was 10 blocks from her at a skate party in Houston street at Pseudo" She goes back to her desk and sees a post it on the floor crumpled, she picks it up unwraps and it says " are you not happy here ? " , she freaks out , she walks around the back rooms and screams out " Hello , Hello is their anybody here " She opens the room by the staircase , , the floor was metal and had a drain , the room smelled like pure human excrement" she ran out of there and met me at White street and canal , crying and scared. She told me the whole thing during breakfast at a diner. Creepiest shit I ever heard. A year later ICE, NYPD and the feds raided that place , one of my friends who worked as a copy repair man for Canon told me , it was a human trafficking operation , he would be on call and worked in the floor above and told me that building was thriving with different businesses , and where she worked at was always closed at day.