"I always thought I would have something significant to say at a time like this."
Kiesha Harris grew up in a small town with her mother, Tonya. They lived a very simply lifestyle as her mother's income didn't afford them much luxury. Tonya had left Kiesha's father when Kiesha was 5 years old, the result of an abusive relationship. The bastard had actually brought a date home with him, both in a drunken stupor, and had proceeded to fuck one another on the floor of Kiesha's room as she slept (apparently thinking it was his own bedroom, although it's hard to know what was really going on in his fucked up mind).
Kiesha was not a deep sleeper and woke up soon after the loud couple entered her room, but because of fear she showed no sigh of movement except to open one eye, only to see her father staring at her as he pounded his hips against the young woman on her hands and knees. When her mother heard the noise of loud grunting and moaning she came running in to see what the trouble was and the husband went into a rage, beating the shit out of her for interrupting his "date". It hadn't always been like that, but sometimes that's how the story goes. A week later, Tonya sneaked away with Keisha to the big city 20 miles from where they lived. Tonya had been planning the move for several months now (She may have been stupid enough to marry him, but she certainly wasn't stupid enough not to know where the relationship was heading) and had a small one bedroom apartment and a fast-food job already lined up.
Over the next 11 years they lived a fairly normal life. Tonya had been a good worker and "people person" at her burger joint and was transferred through word of mouth by her manager to a fancy seafood and steak restaurant. The pay was much better and eventually she worked her way up the chain of command to a management position, and she only had to give one blowjob to get it (well, almost). Her boss, Todd, a 28 year old white asshole was being transferred to a different city on very short notice and it was his job to find a replacement. He was short, had a child molester's moustache, and a very hairy body. He knew that Tonya was the obvious person to replace him, as she was clearly able to do the job, but he knew something about her background and felt that she might be desperate enough to give him something in exchange for his recommendation.
Tonya was still quite attractive at 35 and it was obvious why Todd was taking such a risk to get a bit of action from her; visibly fit hips and legs, luscious ass, and beautifully pronounced titties. Fortunately her husband had never knocked out any of her teeth or broken any bones (in her face that is) so she still had something nice going on there. Todd had tried getting a date out of her in the first few months of her time at the restaurant but she had always refused.
She thought he was the typical obnoxious white prick trying to fulfill a black fantasy. When she had first been transferred, this particular company had just opened the branch which she would be working at; it's 6th location in the city, and in celebration the company had organized a pool party (with a sea theme, of course). The party was at night and held indoors at a fancy hotel with a heated pool. People could get shitfaced at the party and then stay the night at, all on the company.
At some point during the night, and a few drinks later, Todd had managed to corner her in the women's toilet. He spoke about how happy he was to have her in the company and how he looked forward to a passionate work experience (not too subtle, eh?). Tonya didn't want to offend her new boss before she even started her first day so she tried to politely excuse herself and as she was walking out Todd put his hands around her shoulders.
She stopped, instantly frozen, wondering what she should do. He moved his hands around her shoulders to her bikini clad titties where her nipples clearly poked through the thin fabric. She had stupidly thought to make a good impression and worn a skimpy bikini. Great stories had been told about women who were able to control governments and topple kingdoms when they knew how to use their bodies and looks properly. Now she realized too late that it wasn't working the way she had imagined.
A brief memory flashed through her mind, about times when she and a friend of hers would muse about how their lives were actually the creations of an Alien race writing out the story of their lives. It seemed to Tonya that her story was turning out to be a trashy sex novel written by some immature little bastard of an alien who obviously thought he knew more than what he really did about how women think. Who the hell did he think he was by putting her in this situation! Unfortunately, Tonya couldn't allow herself the luxery of continuing to fantasize about how her life was all just a badly written story. Reality came back to her with a sudden squeak and a pinch of her nipple.
Although the amount of material covering each breast was not small enough to be obscene, it was fairly revealing. He easily pulled the little bits of cloth to the side and began a slow circular motion of massaging her tits, stopping every few seconds to squeeze and play with her pretty nipples. He was obviously drunk, but Tonya hoped that if she allowed him to feel her up for a few minutes he might be satisfied, and she might still have a job afterwards.
