Chapter 1: New Job
Jason was so excited to get the job. Since his graduation two years ago, he'd been pretty much just enjoying life, holding down odd jobs just to support travel and clubbin'. He'd finally tired of both enough to put his MBA to good use (and to hopefully get his dad off his back). It was the first time he'd sat through a "serious" interview, hoping to be chosen. They did, but just for a second interview. This dance continued for two more months, and two more interviews. When he finally got the call it felt like he'd just won "American Idol" or something. He had two weeks to get it together.
The first 6 weeks in the new Financial Advisor position would be spent in training. Like an excited new employee, he showed up 30 minutes early. He'd always liked being the first one in because he could check out who showed up after him. There was a wide spectrum of new employees, anywhere from the guy in his late fifties, to the bubbly blonde in her early twenties. There were some really cute girls in the room, but nothing that really did it for him, and then she walked in. All he could think was DAMN!
She had this air about her that you'd have to be dead to miss, even the gay guy next to him picked up on it. Jason could tell by the way he'd said "Mmmph, work it girl" under his breath when she came in.
She looked about 6 feet tall, mostly due to the almost stiletto 4 inch heels she wore. Never before did a woman look so hot in a business skirt suit to Jason. It wasn't that it was skin tight, or super short, but the way the material hugged her thighs and that ass, it didn't need to be. Her jacket hit just past her waist (he assumed so her ass wouldn't be covered by it) and it was fitted to accent her teeny waist. She wasn't stick thin, she was probably a healthy size 8, and her body was bangin'...and she knew it, she had to! She was a real woman who was proud of being a woman, and Jason was glad she was one because as excited as he was about the new job, he was way more excited about her.
She'd come in with about 5 minutes to spare, but she knew the instructor and other established employees, so she probably didn't have to worry. He had to meet her, talk to her, know her. He'd never felt this kind of obsession about any woman within seconds of seeing her, but this one was different. Her skin was the most beautiful shade of brown, it should've had its own name. It was a honey brown with a red tone, kind of like Halle Berry, only richer, redder, hotter. She looked like those brown-skinned Brazilian hotties he'd seen on DVD once or twice. Her hair was so beautiful that at first he thought it couldn't possibly be real. It was extremely thick; almost black, glossy, it fell past her shoulders, and was cut into a lot of layers that were flipped in all different directions. She wore her long, layered bangs in her face swept over one eye. Jason didn't know why she'd want to cover those eyes; bright, round, dark, and seductive, all at the same time. She had the best pair of lips he'd ever seen. They weren't so big that the bottom one split in the middle, but they weren't small either. They were for lack of a better word, perfect; the shape, the volume, the outline, the shade, perfectly kissable. He could picture them on his own, on his neck, his cock, damn he wanted her and it was starting to show. He thought to himself 'Think man; dead puppies, old saggy boobs, fat nuns. Whew! the last thing I needed was my stiff 10 incher trying to flee its woolen prison.'
It was time to get started and she made her way to the one empty spot left, thankfully it was about two seats in front of him just to the left. When she walked all the right things bounced and jiggled. She took her seat and then he saw her legs. He was surprised to see that someone who was dressed so professionally, had neglected to wear hose, although legs like that should always be naked. They were long and shapely, like a Barbie doll's, and that same special shade of brown that was uniquely hers. Not that he had a fetish or anything, but even her feet looked great. Damn, he wanted to know her.
The first training exercise was to state his or her name, tell a funny little story, and to walk up to one of the other new hires and introduce themselves. He really had little interest in anyone else, so the five people before her remained "old guy", "bubbly blonde", "Boobs McGee", "wannabe stud muffin", and "soccer mom", but when she spoke, "Nigha" was all he heard. The most beautiful name he'd ever heard for the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her voice was deep, raspy, sexy like a 900 number chick, but she sounded so educated, which made it that much sexier. Nigha's funny story was about her falling flat on that voluptuous ass of hers in the gym, and when it came time for her to pick someone to introduce herself to; she walked to the front of the room and then started to walk in his direction. She got right in front of him and extended her hand and said "Hi, I'm Nigha Stevens, and you are....." with a smile that lit up the room.
He stood up and noticed her eyes widen at his stature, "I'm Jason Branson, and it's my pleasure to meet you."
She smiled slyly and said "My goodness you're a big one!" commenting on his stature.
She was right; he was about 6'5" and 250lbs. of solid muscle. He played football in high school and college, but never wanted to go pro. He'd kept his physique in shape after he'd stopped playing due to vanity; he loved the ladies feasting on him with their eyes and didn't want to lose the attention. He was naturally olive toned, only a few shades lighter than she because of his Italian heritage, which also attributed to his almost jet black hair, but had the good fortune of inheriting crystal blue eyes from his father. Eyes that could look straight into your soul, and would always let you know that you were wanted. He'd been told that he was a "hottie" on more than one occasion, and loved to hear it.
After she laughed at her double entendre, he leaned over and whispered in her ear "You have no idea" as he took his seat.
With that she felt a chill go down her spine and when she went to speak, her voice changed it's pitch a little and she said with a smile "Well Jason, the pleasure was all mine", and sauntered back to her seat.
It came time for lunch and the gay guy, who's name Jason actually remembered was "Clyde" asked if he knew of anywhere good and they decided on this little barbecue place. Clyde was a damn trip and on the way to the restaurant, he mentioned Nigha. "Damn Jason, that woman is fierce! I saw you checking out her legs and ass, hell, I was checking them out too and I'm strictly dickly!" Jason laughed out loud at that one, and then they walked in. There she was, sitting at a big table with about 3 other girls and there were 2 empty seats.
"Hey Clyde, (long pause) Jason! Why don't you guys join us." She remembered his name, and he loved hearing her say it.
Jason lurched for the empty seat next to Nigha and heard Clyde mumble "Down boy" as if he were a misbehaving dog.
