note: this is part of a mulit-part story, posted out of linear order. the series as a whole is D/s related but this story is not. 'A Bath and a Bed' takes place somewhat before this story. Amelie, Tony and Zenika are involved in a triad D/s relationship.
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Tony picked up the phone without bothering to look up from his work but leaned back with a smile when he heard who his PA had waiting. "Yeah, send her in," he said.
Amelie slipped in and pushed his door shut, glancing around curiously. Despite the rain that was pretty much the same as yesterday's rain, and the day's before, she was wearing a little sundress that made her look like she belonged in
Little House on the Prairie
, not Tony's high rise office.
"What's up?" Tony swung around his desk to take her dripping umbrella and kiss her dark hair, curling loosely from the damp. He had to admit he loved the fact that Amelie was delicate and small, even though he knew she complained bitterly about being 'cute'. "Aren't you in classes?"
"Skipped," she said carelessly, "too boring. Besides, today's an important day."
"It is, huh? What day is that?"
Amelie grinned. "First day of Spring," she glanced past him to the rain dribbling down the windows. "Not that you could tell," she said grumpily.
"But," she went on, hopping up to sit on the edge of Tony's desk, swinging her legs idly. She was wearing striped tights that bared a strip of fair skin between the lavender edge of her skirt and the tops of her tights and all Tony wanted to do was push that skirt up and spread her knees and admire Amelie's sweet pussy. "Normally, it's the day that promises pretty dresses and shorts and fast cars with the top down."
Tony laughed, dropping back down in his chair to hide the beginnings of an erection, "That would be some other place, not here, honey."
"I know," Amelie looked mournful for a moment, pouting in a way that made Tony thing of blow-jobs, before she brightened. "But, still, we should celebrate!"
"I've got to work," he pointed out. It wasn't news, he had to work way to often for anyone's pleasure.
Amelie stuck out her tongue. "You are way too dutiful. You and Zenika both."
"Oh, you think so?" Tony leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head and swinging idly in his chair. "When Zenika finds out you've skipped class, you're going to be in a world of hurt, little girl."
Amelie just rolled her eyes. "Not like any of my classes are challenging."
"That's not the point," Tony remembered that pretty well himself, except worse, because every damn day somebody was surprised to discover a black man who wasn't struggling with his 'blaccent', or on the run from a gang, or was actually smart enough to find classes aimed at rich white kids as boring as those rich white kids themselves.