“Well, I expect see you in my office in about an hour. Wait about five minutes or so before you come in. I don’t want everyone knowing about you staying late. They may think I’m picking favorites and that won’t be any good for morale. You’ve been doing good work over the last few months and I’m highly impressed with your productivity. Just thought I would utilize you a little more today on this project.”
“You got it, boss.” He hung up with a shrewd smile on his face.
After hanging up she stood at the window with a devious look in her eyes and thought, ¡Sí, Papi! Mamasita is about to get her torch lit.
She turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall near the window, rotating her body from left to right with extreme confidence. She noticed that the impressions of her hardened nipples were showing through the blazer of her gray Marni suit. She never wore a bra to support her voluptuous 38DDDs. She didn’t give two shits in a rat’s ass if they swirled and jiggled under her suit. She could proudly say her mamms were all natural. She believed that if her breasts were happy, then she was happy. Fuck the rest of the world.
He only overheard Rome’s side of the conversation, but he knew what it meant. “Hey, Rome?”
“What’s up,” he replied to the voice.
“You know she wants to fuck you, right,” whispered Jake Tyson, senior sales manager, from over the wall that separated their cubicles.
“Huh,” Rome replied with a fake surprised look on his face. He peered up and saw Jake grinning like a Cheshire cat. All Rome could see was his light-skinned round face with both his paws on either side supporting him on the wall.
“Yeah, man. Haven’t you seen the way she’s been eyeballin’ you?”
“Uh…No, I haven’t,” he lied with a straight face. Rome knew from past experience that he was about to get into a fuckfest with his boss, but he didn’t want to let on that he was hip to her game. In his last meeting with Chelita she recommended that he do anything Regina requested him to do if he wanted to advance in the company. She said all this while his head was buried in her pussy under a table in a dark corner of Nouveau Restaurant in downtown Memphis, where they had their last dinner meeting together. He almost didn’t hear anything she said because the inside of her thighs nearly covered his ears as she pulled his head in tight so that his snakelike tongue could slither into the abyss of her vagina. He knew she wanted to leave her taste in his mouth before he left. And she did. She wrapped her legs around his head and rammed her cunt hard against his mouth as she went into a buck wild wave of ecstasy, squirting her love juice down his accommodating throat. “Yessss! Get all of it, Dyson,” she decreed. And he complied. Slurping her pussy clean inside and out. Because of his pussy-eating skills she’d nicknamed him after the vacuum cleaner known for powerful suction and cleaning performance. If that’s what it took to keep his pockets lined and his dick flexed, he was down.
Jake walked around to Rome’s desk so he could talk to him quietly. He stooped next to him and whispered, “Come on, man. You can’t tell me you haven’t sensed something. Think about it. You’ve been here for over ten months and up to now how often have you seen her stay after five?”
Rome thought for a second. “I can’t recall.”
“Right. We’re salaried employees, Rome. We don’t get overt
ime in the sense of earning extra pay. We do a mandatory overtime when required.” Jake looked him dead in the face. “Hey, man, I’ve been working here at the headquarters for three years. I used to be a cock diesel pretty boy like you when I started here. I got the same request you just got, but the only difference was that she asked me for a dick-down within six months of my being hired. I was engaged at the time, but since I got married I put on some beer-gut weight just so I wouldn’t appeal to her anymore. My wife thinks I put on the weight as my way of showing moral support during her pregnancy.”
“So did you say no?”
“Did I say no to what?” Jake asked with a puzzled look.
“Did you say no to her?” Rome tilted his head in the direction of Regina’s office.
Jake brought his tone back down to a whisper, grabbed his cock through his pants, and grinned. “Damn skippy I tapped dat ass, bro. Yo. Let me tell you somethin’. That is Grade A punani up in dat office. Tap it right and it’s job security for you, my brotha. She’s like that fine-ass schoolteacher you dreamed about fuckin’ when you were in high school. I’m sure you had a lust for at least one of your teachers back then.”
As Jake babbled on, Rome’s mind flashed back to Ms. Sandra Buttlan, his homeroom history teacher, when he was a senior back at Central High. The only difference was that he actually fucked her. She was thirty-ish and fine as all hell. His classmates nicknamed her Ms. Butt Land. Her nickname matched her bootylicious ass, which was onion to the tenth degree. One day she was showing a film about Egyptian pyramids and as she stood behind the projector just alongside his desk he remembered how he slid his hand up her two-sizes-too-small dress, right between her thick silky thighs. Turning only her head to look down at him, she noticed he was looking straight ahead at the film as though nothing was happening, and he continued to move his hand high enough to caress her dense pubic hair. She conformed by moving her legs further apart so his long fingers could get full access. Ten minutes into the film his fingers were soaked from her dripping pussy. He remembered like it was yesterday, assaulting her clit to a point where her juices poured down and off the sides of his elbow before the film ended. She did everything she could to try and stand there as though she hadn’t been finger-fucked for the last twenty-five minutes with her knees almost buckling. After class was over she pulled him aside and told him that he’d have to stay for detention for his naughty deed. He was just glad he didn’t get expelled.
“Rome, if you make it through this detention on your best behavior, then you and I will get along just fine,” she said.
That day she actually fucked him six ways to Sunday. He was okay with fucking the finest teacher in Central High. He spent numerous detentions at her apartment down the street right up until graduation. They even dated for a while after he graduated.
“Rome, you listenin’to me, bro,” said Jake.
“Yeah, man, I’m listening. I was just having a flashback. Sorry, man.”
“That must’ve been a hellified flashback. I don’t think you heard half of what I just said. Anyway, handle yo business.”
Regina watched and listened in on the conversation Jake was having with Rome. Everything Jake was saying was true. Rome’s job was secure, regardless of what she desired. She couldn’t deny that Rome’s marketing talent was off the charts and with the growth they were seeing in the Philadelphia area in promotional advertising for real estate, alcoholic beverages, high-end apparel, and the city’s tourism projects, it was going to be a banner year for Incite. But she usually got what she desired. And on this day she desired to devour Rome. Every delectable inch of him.
Her desk phone rang. “Good afternoon Incite Media Group this is Regina.”
“¿No han chingado todavía?” the voice on the other end inquired.
Knowing who was on the other end, Regina smiled blushingly. “No, Chelita, I didn’t fuck him yet. I’m waiting on you.” She knew ahead of time that Chelita would be in town for a business meeting with a client today, so she’d invited her to come down as a tag-team partner. “Where are you?”
“I’m on the corner of sixteenth and JFK Boulevard. I just came out of my meeting. Hey! Did I tell you Rome’s dick taste like Godiva chocolate?”
“Chelita, puleeze! Godiva? No dick taste that damn good.”