Wanting to go out and being coerced to go out are two different things. On the nights I look for a playmate, I am sure to go all out. I dress in the right fashion, pay attention to the details of my hair and make up. I am sure to put my best assets on display and my confidence is radiating. Tonight, there was something different in the air. I felt myself second guessing who I should play. The plan is not to seduce anyone, to play a siren, as Ms. Spencer would say, but I still had to stand out. I needed to look good not only for myself, but for Mr. Davis, who was using me to make a client happy. But I couldn’t go too overboard because these were my coworkers. So, simple is always good. Maybe something with a little color. I searched my closet for the perfect outfit. I was relieved when I found it. I wasn’t one to wear jeans, especially ones with holes in them, but the style seemed fitting. They fit tight, bringing attention to my butt. I paired the black jeans with a white halter to
“I remember only asking for one,” I said out loud, eyes staring down into an empty glass that was once filled to the rim with red wine. “How many have I had now?” My eyes felt a little heavy. I knew that I felt tipsy, but I was also extremely tired. Those two things mixed together never was a good thing. Not for me anyway. I sat at the bar, my body hunched over the counter, eyes on the female bartender who seemed to be amused by the events unfolding in front of her. I had now joined the majority of the group, drinking too much and allowing the alcohol to control me. The petite woman was pouring out some partially full glasses that were left behind from customers. “Six.” Wow, she was really keeping count for me. “Yeah…” I started, closing my eyes in thought. “That’s practically a whole bottle.” “It is a whole bottle,” She corrected with a chuckle. “I don’t normally drink… this much wine.” I shook my head. “I don’t know why, but wine gets to me faster. And it leaves me with hangover
I love the sound my heels make on the tile, when it is just me walking the hallways. Every step is filled with determination and confidence. The light switching of my hips screams look at me. My lack of eye contact as I walk past you, says you’re not even worth my time. Confidence drips from me. Most mornings, it’s like this. And I love it. However, this morning, I was a fucking trainwreck. I managed to get myself dressed in my usual fashion; a high waisted black skirt and a sheer white buttoned up blouse tucked in. Of course, I had a black tank top underneath, but the plumpness of my breasts was still looking as if they were fighting for a way to be set free. The sounds of my heels were still heard, but unflattering, as it made my ears ring and my head pound. I kept sunglasses on my face to keep the lights from my eyes. I just wanted to make it to my office and give myself just a few more minutes of alone time before assuming the role of Queen of Quality Advertising. Ding, went th
To say my morning was uneventful would be a lie. Sure, I was off to a rough start with a splitting headache, and hiding the bags under my eyes, but it was nice to put Karen in her place. Though I feel like I do that on a daily basis, today it felt needed. It put some pep in my step, and by noon I was feeling like myself. I was set to have lunch with Andre in thirty minutes, but my plan was quickly changed with Jose coming into my office, Kale Spencer behind him. They both looked serious, which caused a knot in my stomach.“What’s going on?” I asked, standing up from my desk, as if that was an appropriate way to address my client. “What can I do for you?” It took a lot of energy for me to jump to my feet, and pretend I was happy to see this man, to fix whatever problem he was about to place in my lap. Truly, the only thing that brought me joy was the fact that the head of Kale Realty decided to step into my office without his usual jacket. Though his black buttoned up was tucked tight
There are a few things that I have learned when it comes to my line of work. The first is confidence above all else. If you walk into a room and appear like you don’t know anything, no one is going to trust their business in the palm of your hands. Communication is the perfect pairing. If you can’t bullshit a client into taking a chance on you, you’re not worth it. And third, be prepared for ANYTHING. Currently, we were not prepared. I reviewed the work that my team had captured in regards to Paris realizing that this was not our best work. I was surprised that Kale even went along with what we had. I shook my head in disbelief, realizing that I was not hovering over my team like I should have been. I understood that this particular job would have its challenges. I didn’t expect it to be a walk in the park, however, I thought it would be a bit more on the easier side. This work… was amaetur. I wasn’t happy to have to stay behind and work, mainly because I just wanted to relax, a
The devil is present. It was the only thing that made sense as to why this man was being dangled in front of me, like a piece of meat that only I could enjoy. To make it worse, this opportunity would arise in my office, in the sacred workspace that I swore I wouldn't dirty.I was being tested. The intensity that Shane had in his eyes was captivating. I didn't want to look away, but I was also unsure of what to say. I've had plenty of sexual offers in my life time, most I've accepted, and I've also turned away my fair share. Wait. Maybe I'm Jumping ahead. Jesus Raine, not everyone is like you, thinking of sex 24/7. This man had an innocence just a few weeks ago, maybe he's thinking something more pure. If that's the case then the look on his face is certainly deceiving. He must have picked up on my confusion, or noticed how I couldn't find the words to speak. He suddenly dropped to his knees before me, thro
Red. Such a daring color. Such an… attention seeking color. Red against my beautiful dark skin… reads… deadly. Intoxicating. Why was the color red calling out to me this morning as I prepared for an early meeting with Kale Spencer?Maybe it was because I participated in something daring last night. This was no accident. I had done it on purpose with someone who worked with me, in my office with glass windows where everyone could see… if only they were there. I now had another secret. A very dirty, but memorable one.This red dress looked to be melted into my body shaped, easily adjusting to the curves of my breasts and hips. It also stopped right about the knee, showing half of the thigh when I sat. The silk layered itself across the breast, threatening to show the bareness of my breasts.
Friday night. What does a woman like me do on a Friday night? Hunting would normally be my first answer. Taking a nap before the sun sets, dressing my best, ready to capture someone’s attention. Yes, that sounded nice, however, this Friday would be different. I had two more hours of the work day left, then I would head to dinner with my two best friends, followed by some shopping. Tomorrow there was an event that I had to attend, and I had waited until the last minute to get a dress. Last year, I had worked on a small solo project in favor of Mr. Davis. It was for a six episode mini series. Long story short, the audience loved it, and one of the actors was being nominated for best Break Out star. The director loved my work. Hell, he seemed to love me a little more. I know what you’re thinking, and no,