I have had a image to live up to when I took my last position and I wanted to make sure that I did. I was on the opposite side of the fence at my last job when I was dealing with the company I now work for. My company was the main supplier for my present company, and I always made sure that their orders were correct, complete and got them the best deals possible. I worked with several of the employees here, but I always had the greatest relationship with one particular guy and his name is Jim. Jim and I worked well together and whenever he needed something yesterday, I made sure I got on it and had it for him the next day if possible as to not disappoint his customer.
After trying hard to get the promotion that I know that I deserved, I was not given that position because the owner's niece was just finishing school and needed a job and a start in the right direction and her start meant stepping on my toes to get it from her uncle. He wasn't the easiest man to deal with but I thought that he and I had a good understanding and he thought highly of the way I carried myself but he had to show his brother that his daughter was worthy of this position so her foot would be in the door for bigger and better things.
I was frustrated that I was over looked and when I asked for an increase, I was turned down because her salary was eating into my raise. I went home nightly and drank and tried to say that I would just do my job and no more or less but I still wanted to take of Jim and place of employment.
During one of the conversations, I expressed to Jim how I was screwed over by the boss and he told me that his place could use a go-getter like me and he would speak to his boss on my behalf. His boss knew I was always the one to get the job done and get the products to him in a very timely fashion. Jim at that time also asked me to meet him for drinks after he had the talk with his boss and wanted to discuss a few things before I met with his boss. I agreed because I did like Jim and dealing with him and really want to stick this to my boss right in the ass.
Jim and I always had some "flirting" going on between us but we never were unprofessional and handled ourselves well. One conversation we discussed a vacation that I had up-coming and said that I wished I could go away and come back with a tan like everyone else and he told me that it was never an issue with him and I told him he was lucky and he said he was "born with a tan". That was my "friend's" way of telling me that he was black and he knew by what I was saying that I was white.
Jim picked the placed that was in between where we both lived so no one would be going to far out of the way. I was looking forward to meeting with him and hearing what his boss had to say. I arrived at the place and I saw a truck that matched the description of the one that Jim told me that he owned. I was nervous because I knew that once he saw me, it would be all over. He would see I wasn't a beauty queen and he's been flirting with a dog. I had a low self-esteem after being by passed by man guys because they were all looking for the beauty and not the beast. I tried to put a picture in my head of what Jim looked like and I kept thinking he was a Michael Jordon, a Billy Dee Williams or one of the many black men I found to be sexy and attractive. I was also hoping that he would be telling me some good news from his boss and I wouldn't be going home with the thoughts of having to work for my asshole of a boss. My boss knew what he did to me was really unfair but of course he couldn't admit it to me.
I checked myself out before I went in and made sure that I still looked pretty good as when I left my place. I bought a new outfit so I would look good and bought a second outfit in the hopes of wearing it for my interview. I had a fresh haircut of a week and had a manicure done the night before. I walked in a saw a God like creature sitting at the bar that took my breathe away. He was black as the night and had the shaved head that Jim told me he had and I was getting wet in the panties. Then I thought that he would see me and probably be nice and then he would make an excuse why he had to leave early.
Approaching the bar, he turned around and saw me and got off his bar stool and greeted me with a hug bear hug and a kiss, smack on my lips. His lips were so soft and felt like heaven. I thought he may have just wanted to be nice but I don't think that he would kiss just any one in the manner he kissed me. I was weak in the knees as he greeted me with his "Hello" that always got me on the phone.