Avery
Avery pushed her body away from him, pinning a few strands of her light blonde hair behind her ear. She dared not look into his lake-blue eyes. She couldn't trust her instincts with this man. Her ruffled senses needed a quick reboot, otherwise, she might just lose her virginity to a total stranger in the back seat of a taxi.She smoothed her gray skirt and adjusted her tucked-in white shirt, replacing her glasses on the bridge of her nose. Peering down at her wristwatch, she exclaimed. "Goodness! I'm late!"She collected her purse and folder and jumped out of the taxi. Rounding the curb, she ventured toward the entrance to the tall, glassy building. The stranger alighted from the vehicle, heading towards the magnificent structure.This is it. Her mother's life depended on this single shot. She was about to take her leap of faith when the taxi driver called her back."Who's gonna pay?" He shifted his gaze from Avery to the man. "I gat no time, fellas. Customers are lining up for Big Sam, you know.""He's paying/ she's paying," they uttered simultaneously.The taxi driver had never been more confused in his life. To him, they were the worst customers he'd ever given a ride to.Avery spoke first. "You heard him clearly when he claimed the ride was his. He should be the one to pay up. Besides, no man in his right senses will expect a lady to pay for a taxi they both shared."The stranger glared daggers at Avery, but she returned his venom with a poison of her own. She's not close to him now. Her defense had returned, and she could think straight without fleshly interference."Pay up, man." The driver glanced up at the man from his seat.If looks could kill, Avery would be six feet under the ground. The man fished out his wallet from his suit pocket and rolled out a note into the driver's waiting palm. Avery didn't wait for the exchange. She had just five minutes before the expiration of the interview.She darted into the reception hall, clomping toward the reception desk. "Excuse me," she managed a courteous smile. "I'm here for the interview. Where do I need to go?"The slender brunette didn't spare Avery a glance. She had her pointed nose buried deep in the monitor in front of her. Her breast spilled out from the top of her tight shirt, unable to hold the top buttons close."Fifth floor, second office to your left."Avery wheezed a thank you and dashed toward the elevator. She tapped the elevator button and took a step back. Various thoughts crossed her mind. She'd prepared long and hard for the interview by reading through every bit of information about the fashion house, from the history and growth of the company to the landslide successes it has recorded over the years.Three more minutes. Darn it!The elevator door chimed open, and she rushed in. Just as the elevator door was about to slide shut, the stranger stepped into the reception hall.The receptionist sprang to her feet at once, beaming with ecstasy. "Good morning, Mr. King," she beamed, flaunting her boobs in his face. He paid her no heed, heading straight for the adjacent elevator.Wait a minute. Did she just address him as Mr. King?He cannot be him, right?It's impossible. Michael King donned a beard, but the stranger was clean-shaven. She agreed that they might have a few things in common, but it couldn't be him.She hit the '5' button on the control and reminded herself to hold the banister provided inside the elevator. Elevators made her head spin, and she hated it. But the spin in her head now had more to do with the handsome stranger than her phobia for elevators.The elevator door opened onto a busy floor. She shoved the thoughts aside and focused on what lay ahead. The offices were partitioned with fortified, transparent glass. Portraits of Michael King were scattered about the wall to create aesthetics.The man was the perfect definition of drop-dead gorgeous. Sometimes, she touched herself in the bathroom, thinking about him. And many times, she had to caution herself to stop because she's a conservative virgin with an understanding boyfriend."Second office to the left," she recalled the direction from the unwelcoming receptionist. She knocked lightly on the glass door, quivering with suspense."Come in." A gruff voice responded from inside.She stepped into the office, forcing a smile. "I'm here for the interview."The overweight, bald man behind the desk tilted his glasses below his nose. Avery shifted on her feet as the man's bulgy eyes crawled over her body from her feet to her face, wetting his oversized brown lips."You're a minute late." He said it a matter of factly."I- I'm sorry, sir," she stuttered. "I met with a-""Hand me your folder," he cut her off. His eyes were fixated on her breasts.Avery took out her résumé and credentials from the folder and placed them on his table. She pushed back one of the visitors' chairs to sit on."Did I ask you to sit?" he scowled.Avery sprang up, hugging her purse. "I'm sorry, sir."His expression softened. "I'll let it pass because you're a beautiful girl. Don't do that again. Understood? What you're taking with kid gloves is what other people are dying for out there. Survival in Empire City is not for the weak."She promised to keep it in mind. "I'll be more careful next time," she nodded to his satisfaction."You can have your seat now." Avery hesitated, but slipped into the seat after the man urged her to. He skimmed through the papers, nodding his head like an agama lizard. "It's written here that you topped your class as a valedictorian.""Yes sir.""You even graduated with perfect grades. That's good."Embarrassment washed over her. "Yes sir."He returned the papers to his desk and stared long at her. "That's what the paper says. I need to test you on what you have up there," he said, tapping his temple."I'm ready, sir," Avery replied, crossing her fingers on her lap."In what year was the Great Wall of China completed, and how many years did it take to finish the project? Also, what are the names of the building contractors that built the wall?"Avery was dumbfounded. She was expecting him to ask her questions about the company, not some current affairs about China. She knew when the wall was completed and the number of years it took for it to be completed. But how the hell was she to memorize the names of the building contractors?"Excuse me?!" She furrowed. "What does the Great Wall of China have to do with my job? This is a fashion house for Christ's sake." Her temper was getting in the way."I know your type. You sell your bodies to your lecturers for marks and favors to deceive the world into thinking that you graduated as a valedictorian. I've had my share of frauds like you."I'm done taking his shit in my face. I banged my fist on his desk and got to my feet. "I'll not allow you to insult my personality, Mr...whatever. I came here in search of a job, not to be drilled for a quiz." She snatched her papers from his desk. "You have no right to talk to me in that manner.Avery pivoted to the entrance in a fit of rage when he called her back. "All right, girl. Take a chill pill. It's all part of the test." He gritted, exposing a set of brown teeth.She turned on her heels, glaring at the man, before making her way back to the chair."I'm Mr. Brown, by the way," he said, pushing his chair backward and rising to his feet. "It's all a show to test out candidates. You see, this great establishment rose to the top because of the diligence of every person here." He rounded the desk to where Avery sat, sitting on the edge of the desk."I'm not lazy, Mr. Brown. And I have the good of the company at heart." She surmised.In a low tone, Mr. Brown said, "You look like someone with a lot of problems. I can help you solve them. I can even work your way to the top in a couple of weeks. Play with me, and you'll kiss your old life of poverty goodbye forever.""All right, Mr. Brown. Let's cut to the chase." Avery was aware of his gimmicks, but she played along, stroking his ego. "What's the catch?""Ms. Sallow, right?" When Avery nodded, he continued. ''You're not a kid anymore. In this life, you give what you have to get what you want.""I don't quite follow, sir.""Mr. Brown would do just fine, Avery. I can call you by your first name, right?""Whatever turns you on, Mr. Brown," she smiled, enjoying the act.He laughed in a creepy manner that left Avery's skin crawling. "I know you were playing games with me. I'll cut to the chase, as you said." In hushed tones, he continued, "I can arrange a night in a hotel for the both of us. No one has to know. We'll have a good time toge-'Wham!Avery sent a resounding slap across his face and bounded out of his office without a word. She was done listening to the garbage spewing from his tobacco-infested gums.Good riddance!"Say goodbye to this job, Ms. Sallow!" he raved. "I'll make sure you never step foot anywhere near this floor!"Avery was out of earshot, and her only hope of saving her ailing mother.MichaelMichael blamed his faulty Porsche for ruining his day. He could have driven any other car in his garage, but he had an inherent habit of driving only designated cars each day. Mondays were Porsche days. He drove it arrogantly to wherever his intellect or manhood was needed.However, the twenty-million-dollar sports car decided to ditch him that morning. He had no choice but to walk a long distance to the roadside to hitch a ride. His new look made it difficult for passersby to recognize him. Otherwise, he'd have been stranded on the busy streets of Empire City, signing autographs all day.As if his faulty car was not tragedy enough, he was forced to share his ride with a feisty female who was hell-bent on sending him to hell. The scary bitch had promised to be his worst nightmare.Michael would give anything to sign autographs all year round rather than endure a ride with the hell-hound.A pretty hell-hound, if he was being honest.God! He still had the impression of her volup
Avery"Don't cry, Avery," she steeled herself, heading to her boyfriend's condo. "You didn't lose them, they lost you." Those were the words her mother always told her whenever she faced disappointment.On getting to his apartment, she punched in the passcode. Tyrone had given her the passcode in case she happened to stop by at any time. His main reason was to convince Avery to change her mind about her choice of celibacy. She'd turned him down every time, and she thought his patience was wearing thin."It's about time Tyrone pops my cherry," she told herself, turning the door open. "Today's his lucky day."The first thing she saw was the scattered pieces of clothing strewn about the living room, followed by the moans and grunts coming from the bedroom. Her pulse paused. Tyrone had lost his patience.She recognized that bag. Could it be...?Dragging her tired feet to the bedroom, she pushed the bedroom door open to satisfy her curiosity. "Maddie!" She crumbled to the floor in tears be
Avery"What the hell are you doing sitting on that chair?!" she retorted, striding across the large glassy office to the table."Are you blind or plain dumb? This is my chair, of course!" he retorted."I don't believe you one inch. You think people's lives revolve around your scrawny fingers?"she said, dramatically. "Get off that chair and tell me where to find Michael King!"A couple of hours ago, the same stranger had almost ruined her chance at a good day. He'd called her names and hurled insults on her. Rich boys, she concluded, are a rotten piece of arrogant minions, spoilt to a fault.If he had any funny intention of stifling her chance of getting this job, Avery swore that she'd fuck him up in the ass first."How dare you call my fingers scrawny?!" he raved, "Do you know how much it takes me to perfect my manicure?" he said, displaying his fingers as if she cared on bit."Awww, " she pouted comically, "someone's ego just got bruised. Sorry, big baby, don't cry. Mama is on her wa
MichaelThey shook hands, lost in each other's eyes. The hellhound has got the softest body he'd ever touched. His fingers sank into the velvety skin of her hand, and for a while, he almost kissed the back of her hands.He imagine her cuddled into a ball in his arms, feeling every inch of her, making out on a roof top in his pent house. He'd be gentle on her. Meats as tender as hers deserved special marinade. She's worth more than Room 003; his fuck room for hoe drilling.Fortunately for his lucky ass, she'd openly confessed her attraction for him. Luring her to his penthouse won't be difficult after all. All he needed was an extra dose of charm and proximity.He smirked satisfactorily at the plan, thinking of a thousand and one thing to do to her luscious gleaming lips, dazzling in the daylight. He'd stuff her full with his dick and fuck the back of her throat all night. She may look innocent on the outside, but Michael knew her type. He'd fucked her type many times beyond count. Unt
AveryAvery's jaw dropped to the ground. "You can't be serious. That's outrightly preposterous! No one would ever sign up for a deal like that!" she yelled, hiding a fist under the desk. If only she could pop her knuckles into his sexy face, marring his good looks. She visualize walking round the table, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pummeling some sense into his rotten skull.On the contrary, she kept her cool and tamped down on her rage. In the end, it'd be his word against hers. She made a mental review of the consequences of her action. Eventually, she'd be forced into self exile, hiding from the cheap pussies of Empire City who'd come for her neck for assaulting their prince charming.Prince charming my foot! she spat.But there was something about his plush pink lips that glued her butt to the chair."Do you want the job or not? If you don't like my generous offer, I believe you know your way out of my office and out of my establishment," he hissed, rotating the chair
AveryAvery swore under her breath that it was her alarm this time. She'd woken up a little bit later than the expected time—okay, more than a little bit. Every day, she battled the little invention on her nightstand for failing to wake her."Taxi! Taxi!" She tried the umpteenth time to hail a cab, but they zoomed past her like she was a ghost.She had a job interview slated for 8:00 a.m. at King's Fashion House. It was bad enough that she overslept, but she might break down in tears on the paved sidewalk in front of her dilapidated apartment, waiting for a cab without end.With her old black purse slung across her shoulder, she clutched a big brown folder to her stomach, craning her neck for the next taxi to pass by. A liter of ill-tempered commuters lined the same sidewalk where she stood, making her chance of hailing a taxi very slim.Time was ticking, and in the ever-buzzing Empire City, it ticked fast. Glancing over her wristwatch intermittently, Avery knew she could kiss the hop