Chapter 1: Meet Hilary Smith
Hilary, thirty two, was the head of the Accounts department in Smith Holdings. Of Seth's four children, Hilary was the least fucked up. She was a tall, pretty brunette. Her colleagues respected her, but she had the reputation of a boring workaholic who barely had a social life. Hilary was a driven person, who was determined to succeed and make it to the top of her family firm on merit. Her drive and determination were a psychological result of her upbringing. As a child, Hilary had hated being a girl. Her dad was actively involved in the lives of her three brothers from the start, encouraging and praising them for every little achievement, and punishing them for every tiny failure. However, all he wanted was for Hilary to be his sweet little girl, in a sweet, flowery dress, with two sweet pony tails, playing with her sweet little dolls. He involved her brothers in the firm affairs at an early age, yet he left Hilary out, an attitude her mom seemed to share.
Hilary felt left out and unfairly treated. Though she was brainy and also very athletic, all her achievements were ignored by her father. She came to the conclusion that as a girl, in order to gain respect, it was not enough to be as good as the boys, she had to outdo them. However, she realized bitterly that when she succeeded and beat boys at anything, rather than show her respect, they usually hated her. For a while, she felt lost and defeated. Then she became very determined to keep excelling until the stupid men around her accepted and respected her.
When she decided to study business administration and accounting, her father even tried to talk her out of it. He suggested finding something more feminine. After all, she would sooner or later find a man who fit their class and taste, to marry and raise a family with.
However, Hilary did her thing and completed her studies, with excellent grades. Initially, her father and brothers would not give her a job in the family firm, until she threatened to work for a rival of her dad's.
Hilary was to realize that the same attitude from home applied at work. She had to work twice as hard as men, for less, grudging recognition. Furthermore, the other employees dismissed her as nothing but the boss' sweet daughter.
When she went for an innocent drink with a male member of stuff, malicious rumors would spread that ol' spoiled "daddy's little girl" was nothing but the office tramp. More often than not, her dates put the rumors in circulation, talking about wet blow jobs and dirty trysts that had never taken place.
Whilst the way to the top was paved for her brothers, and the rest of the male employees worked their way up, Hilary had to fight her way up.
At the age of twenty four, when she joined the firm, she was an inexperienced woman who was closer to a boring dorky virgin than a horny tramp. She had only had two lovers. She was rather shy, and her dad was over protective. He had a habit of scaring away any potential lovers. He had even run a black gardener of theirs out of town, just for answering a few questions of hers.
When she was twenty four, Hilary met Robert Drakewell. He was a tall, handsome, brown haired yuppie, a year older than her. He worked in the Sales department. He was witty, dashing and rather charming and Hilary warmed to him immediately. She liked that he very attentive to her. He gave her the support, advice and encouragement that was not forthcoming from her dad and brothers. Furthermore, he was a caring gentleman, who put her comfort before his and never argued or quarreled with her. Robert seemed the only man that her father did not hate for dating his daughter. The two of them dated for several years and then got married.
Both of them shared the dream of becoming an influential, successful power couple. They worked long hours and spent more time at the office than in their home. They both rose steadily up the ranks of the firm.
Robert, or Rob as everyone called him, started changing his attitude towards her when she kept rising up the ranks as fast as he was. He became less supportive and seemed to say to her, "You have achieved a lot for a woman, let it be." When Hilary made head of Accounts, putting her on par with Rob, who was now head of Sales, it was so painful for him to congratulate her.
Realizing that he felt threatened by her success, Hilary tried her best reassure Rob that she was a loving, loyal wife, who stood behind her husband, but he wasn't convinced. She accepted his lack of support and downright negative attitude towards her career silently. She had come to expect this from men. However, she never gave up hope that one day he would show pride in her intelligence, hard work and determination.
The tension between them had recently been aggravated by the current vice president's announcement that he would enter retirement in one year. Usually, the position would have gone to Geoffrey, her elder brother. However, his wife had recently left him and after a failed suicide attempt, her brother was languishing in a mental institution She and Rob were amongst the people who came into consideration for the post.
Since then, Rob's was steadily pissing Hilary off. He tried to give their colleagues and her family the impression that he was the brains and she was the looks behind their partnership, something which everyone seemed eager to embrace. Furthermore, he was ass kissing her father and the members of the board like hell. He was also viciously trying to bully, and scare the rest of the competition, claiming to be on the inside, since he was married into the family. It embarrassed Hilary no end to see her husband turning into a shameless, vicious, pompous, arrogant, mud slinging schemer and a spineless brown noser.
Hilary loved Rob and their marriage meant a lot to her. She was even prepared to let him have the job. She told herself, "Hell, man are stupid sometimes, but what can you do. Lets hope he gets the promotion and we will have some peace in here."
Out of the blue, Rob suddenly started talking children with her. Hilary always felt jealous and envious of women with their young babies. However, Rob had always been the one to say, "Lets wait a while darling." Whenever they visited friends with young babies, Rob would always squirmed nervously when given a baby to hold. He could not wait to pass it on. Afterwards, he would make jokes about loud, bawling babies and stinking, disgusting diaper s. And he would always point out how conception ruined a woman's body.
So, when he suddenly started talking babies, she reckoned it was simply a ploy to get her out of the competition and also to please her dad and mum, who were becoming restless about not having any grandchildren in their arms.
Hence, Hilary she could not bring herself to stop taking the pill yet. There were too many doubts in the back of her mind.
Chapter 2: The dark attraction
As she walked into their colorfully decorated living room early that Sunday morning, Hilary was in a melancholic mood. Though she was used to Rob traveling a lot, as he was head of the Sales department, she always felt sad when her husband had to fly off. Their big house on the outskirts of town suddenly felt so empty and lonely, especially on Sundays, the only day that she did not put in her usual, voluntary 10-12 hour work day.
The tall brunette was dressed in a short, loose skirt and a tight tank top was glued to her medium sized breasts. Her long, dark hair was tied back, and her pretty, pale face was devoid of make up.
Rob was reclining on a couch, sipping coffee, his eyes glued to the TV. Wondering what was engrossing him so much, Hilary sat down besides her husband. He was watching the Men's 100 Meters of the Golden League. The screen was filled with images of athletic, muscular black men, who were going through their final warm up.
Hilary's attention was immediately captured by the black athletes, flexing and stretching their dark, bulging muscles. Their faces were were masks of concentration, determination, aggression. She could almost see the high doses of adrenalin and testosterone pumping through their thick veins. Hilary felt excited, in a primal way.
