Regina was slumped in her high-back executive chair awakening from her intoxicating daydream, facing the window with her mouth wide open and her fingers tucked in her moist pussy. Two smiling window washers wearing white coveralls were waving hello. One of them tugged at his crotch a few times just for good measure.
“Regina, you okay?” said Rome.
“Ye…yeah, I’m fine.” She shook her head, quickly straightened her skirt and swiveled her chair around to see Rome standing there in confusion with a manila folder in his hand. “Is that the updated Navan contract I asked for?” she said as she regained focus.
“Yes, it is. They want to finalize the agreement by Monday.”
“Perfect. Just leave it here on the desk and I’ll look at it. Thank you.”
“You sure you’re okay, Regina?”
Somewhat embarrassed, she kept her head down, focusing only on the sales reports she had before her. “Everything’s fine, Rome. You may leave now. Thanks, dear.”
Rome placed the file on her desk, shook his head, smiled, and walked back out.
She looked up briefly as he walked out the door to gaze at his juicy behind. Damn you, Rome!
It was Friday, 4:01 P.M. Regina Pechos, vice president of business development for Incite Media Group headquarters in Philadelphia, leaned back in her chair as she stared at her monitor, her mind wandering. She could see and hear every one of her employees with the customized hidden security cameras she had installed a year ago. But today the thirty-two-year-old, five-foot-seven, raven-haired, gray-eyed, chestnut-skinned, buxom, onion-assed VP focused on one prize employee. She’d been having the same daydream for the last ten months—since she hired her new fine-looking, dark-skinned, six-foot-four marketing manager, Rome Black. She admired his talents in marketing and the assets he brought to the company, particularly that phenom cock she’d heard so much about. Rome transferred from the Memphis division of Incite Media to Philadelphia because he heard about an opening there. His prowess was highly praised by Regina’s colleague and friend since childhood, Chelita Blanco, director of marketing down in Memphis. Though she’d never seen it for herself, Regina often created her own image of how that cock would feel submerged in the depths of her greedy pussy.
Today was no different. As she watched him from her monitor she continued to pleasure herself. Her skirt was pulled back exposing her open thighs and cherry red lace thong, which she tugged to one side with one hand and in rapid motion flicked her clit with the middle finger of her free hand. But a quick masturbation was not enough on this day. The self-torment had to stop. She grabbed more than a handful of tissues from her side drawer, quickly dabbed herself dry, fixed her thong, and gathered her skirt. With her dry hand she reached for the desk phone and auto-dialed his extension.
Rome answered in his velvety bass voice. “Incite Media Group. Rome Black speaking.”
She nearly melted at the rhythm of every word. Damn! “Rome, you know it’s me. Why are you giving me the company greeting?”
“I—”
“Oh, never mind. What time are you leaving today?
“Five o’clock.”
“I need you to stay after five today.”
“How long do you need me to stay?”
“As long as it takes to get this project done. I’m sorry for the short notice, but I really need you to stay.”
“What…is it that Myers project you need help with?”
She thought quickly. “Yes. I need to you to help me get this damn thing off my desk so I can get to more pressing projects.”
“Uh…yeah, I can stay for a little while. I’ll just have go to the gym a little later than usual,” Rome replied with a curious expression on his face.
“Oh! You work out?” As if she couldn’t tell by his buff-ass chest, broad-ass shoulders and his beefy-ass thighs burstin’ through his goddamn tight-ass trousers.
“I do work out, but I also have a personal training gig down at the Eighteenth Street Gym.”
“Don’t we pay you enough here at Incite?
“You pay me well, but living up here in Philly is just a little more expensive than back when I was living in Memphis. And I only hold training sessions three nights a week.”
After tonight you won’t have the goddamn strength to walk let alone make it to the gym to hold any type of personal training session, she thought. “Do you have a scheduled appointment with a client tonight?”
“Yes.”
“I think you better postpone going to the gym tonight—we’re gonna keep you real busy.”
We? He knew in the back of his brain that she wanted his black ass to stroke her pussycat, but what the fuck did she mean by we?