What the hell is this guy’s problem, I thought, as I glanced over my shoulder at the tall man in charge. When he asked to be shown around on the floor, I was under the impression that he would be making small talk with the employees, asking about their work, looking as if he were interested in why they came in every day. He didn’t do that at all, in fact, he barely even looked at them. The floor itself was quiet, as everyone seemed to be on their toes, ready to answer any questions or concerns that may be thrown their way, but there was nothing. What was the point of this? He seemed to stay a few feet behind me at all times, eyes on me. What was it that he was looking at? I almost felt a fire in my veins when I thought I saw him look me up and down as I explained the work stations. Honestly, it wasn’t fair of me to even get an attitude. If I were being honest, I was the one walking with a hard switch in my hips. I wondered if that wa
I am not the healthiest person, contrary to what people believe. I am just blessed with genes of an African Princess and a metabolism from the Gods. Ha. I wish. I don’t know where my metabolism comes from, but it works fast. And genes are also something that contributes to my small body type, but I can’t say it’s from some African Princess, but looking at me, people would probably believe it. I eat junk food just as much as the next person and with the amount of alcohol I partake in, you would think I’d have a bit of a belly, but I don’t. I’m either sitting down or constantly walking around. It’s usually fifty-fifty. I do spend a lot of time dancing, and I also partake in swimming here and there. I guess the combination of all these things help me to keep my figure in shape. When it came to the employee Field day, I wanted to be sure that I blew everyone out of the water. I wanted them to leave with the same impression of me that they had originally walked in with. Raine McClaren, she
Andre was at my side wearing something that I believed fit him well. He was always one to keep up with his looks. He would spend three nights a week at the gym. His meals consisted of baked fish and chicken. Along with that were quinoa and every single vegetable there was. His favorites being carrots and zucchini. His healthy eating habits and work outs always showed in looks. For example, currently he was wearing a mid-sleeve black cotton shirt, so tight it would keep any sweat he accrued to his body, but showed off his muscles just in case anyone happened to be watching. He wore bright green short shorts, stopping a little over mid-thigh, and this was all complimented by slim white tennis shoes. For someone who didn’t want to come, he sure as hell was prepared. It was nice to have him there. I may have forced him into the promise, but it was nice to know that he was the type to keep it.
I couldn’t help but to let out a sigh as we finished in last place yet again. With that, we were now at the bottom of the food chain. This was something that I was not used to. While everyone began to pair up for the egg challenge I took the time to go across the street to a convenient store and grab a Gatorade. I was losing interest in this day and everything was starting to irritate me. On my way back to the park, Andre approached me. “I was wondering where you disappeared to,” he started, as he stood at my side. “I just… needed a break from all of this.” He looked at me as if he were reading between the lines. “You know what,” his voice went up an octave as he squinted his eyes at me. “I think your team is doing really great.” “Yeah,” I said with a forced chuckle, eyeing him. “That’s why we are in last place.” I don’t know why he even bothered trying to lie. He put his arm over my shoulder, staring me in the face. “Why do you care so much about winning?” He questioned me. Not
The game was simple. Two people faced each other, the water balloon was between the two. How do you win? Move the balloon from the midsection to lips, using no hands….I had two thoughts about this game. One, it was impossible to win. Balloons were fragile as it is, with the water being held inside, it was even worse. Very sensitive. Two, this game was all about the invasion of personal space. Don’t get me wrong, it this was any other circumstances, I would love to get up close and personal, but for someone who is trying to keep up the appearance that she hadn’t fucked a client in a bathroom stall, it would have been better if this was a situation that I could avoid. The balloon was now in between us, and I could feel the coolness of the water through the thin latex. It was a nice feeling. I had been fighting off a heat stroke all day. Kale Spencer had his eyes on me, while I looked around at those surrounding us, ready to watch the first round. This w
What a bore, I thought as I stood on the balcony of some expensive ballroom the company had rented for a night of fun after the games. Everyone was so good, on their best behavior, talking very professionally. I hated it. No big clients seemed to have made an appearance, so it was mainly me and the people that I see every day, Monday through Friday. After a few hours of playing nice, I had excused myself from the table and went out for air, sneaking a bottle of beer out with me. Maybe I would have had more fun if Andre had stayed, but after spending the day with these assholes, he had better things to do. For the most part, the large balcony was empty. I shared the space with four other people. I stood at the railing, staring out over the city. This was another great view that I wouldn’t forget. After a long hot day, the moon was full and that air was chilled. I did my best to not shiver. I was not ready to return inside, facing those people I couldn’
Yes. This was the drink that I needed. By the time I got to the club I no longer wanted a martini or a girly drink. It was all about a glass of whiskey. That’s usually a drink that I stay away from, but today sucked so bad. I didn’t win. My team in fact came in last place. I saw that coming from a mile away. I felt looked over by Mr. Davis all day, so I doubted that I stood out. And now, it seemed that I would be sleeping in my bed alone. A good fuck would probably get me out of the funk that I was in, but it wasn’t going to happen. The Gods seemed to be against me. “You are a terrible liar you know.” You have got to be kidding me. I turned around on my stool to see Kale, dressed in all dark clothing like he was that first night. This was a side of him that I liked. It made him more mysterious. “Now, I could have sworn you said you were going home to your bed.” “Are you following me or something?” “I have better things to do than to follow you,” he spoke, as if I had offended him
“So…” Shane and I faced each other outside of the club. For the last hour he was at my side, his hands never leaving my waist. As we danced, I could feel the hardening of his dick, and his lips against the nape of my neck as I grinded against him. I could assume that I had wheeled him in, but we had played this game once before, and things didn’t go my way. I showed a friendly smile, hoping he’d ask if he could accompany me home. “Are you taking a cab home?” He asked. I hid my disappointment. Please don’t do this to me again. “Yes.” His brown eyes glanced around. He wanted to say something. Just spill it already God damn it. “Do you want a ride instead? I parked around the corner.” I blinked, showing a full grin. Finally, things are going my way. “Sure.” “Hey, I want to apologize for Matt.” This was the first thing Shane said to me once we found ourselves on the road. Matt, who was that again? Right, his bad kissing and rude friend. Jesus. Raine, you seem to be off your game