Alexis Freeman rolled her eyes watching her office competition schmooze with the partners. Richard Vickers was such a kiss ass. He was intelligent, a hard worker and relentless in the courtroom, so she would give him that. He wasn't the typical mediocre white man who got his job by who he knows, so his work ethic never came into question, but Vickers was just an overall asshole.
The day she got hired she knew from the start that he didn't like her. They would have playful banter back and forth but he was too cocky for her taste. It was okay to be confident in your abilities but he took it to a whole different level. So much so that most of the people in the office weren't too fond of him. He did have his crew of lackeys but none of them stepped to her like he did.
"Oh Freeman, is that jealousy I see in your eyes?" Richard drawled as he drew closer to Alexis.
"Jealous of who? You? Oh Vickers, why would I ever be jealous of you? There's nothing that you have that I could possibly want." she crooned looking up at him from her seated position.
"Maybe because the partners were discussing with me the possibility of joining their ranks. Maybe if I'm feeling magnanimous, I'll give you a few pointers." he looked at his nails nonchalantly then buffed them on his shirt with a satisfied smirk. He loved seeing her eyes widen just a fraction at the news he just dropped on her lap.
Grabbing her laptop bag that doubled as a briefcase, Alexis stood up to step close to Richard, invading his space, "Second best as always. They gave me that exact same talk yesterday before closing time. But if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend...Dick." she adjusted his tie, patted him on the cheek then turned to leave, knowing he was staring daggers at her back.
Gritting his teeth he watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked away. If he was attracted to her, he would want to bend her over her desk and fuck that smug smile of her face. She knew he hated to be called Dick, but the way her lips pursed with a suppressed smile made his manhood twitch every time.
Freeman was an arrogant bitch towards him, he wondered why people adored her so much. All she had to do was bat those midnight brown eyes and flash her cutesy smile and everyone was putty in her hands. Having tits and a nice ass made men want to fuck her and her fake innocence made the women vie for her attention. It never worked on him though. He could see right through her.
Richard will admit that she was a looker. All the men in the office talked about how beautiful she is. The smooth dark color of her skin always seemed to glow. She had those round eyes that made her look like a harmless doll instead of the spiky bitch he knew her to be. The outfits she wore accentuated her curves. Her tops were usually loose enough to hide the actual size of her breasts but the dresses and skirts she wore could never hide her plump killer ass that bounced with her steps. He loved when she wore her curly hair in a bun that exposed her graceful neck. It allowed him to visualize what she would look like on her knees as he fed her his cock while holding her hair in his fist.
He watched her walk away in her tight skirt with a zipper running the length of her bottom half leading to taunt calf muscles and her little feet encased in shiny black heels that didn't make her any taller. She had great curves but her pouty little lips were her best feature. They looked soft and inviting but always held a hint of mischief when she smirked that frustrating cocky smirk of hers.
Clearing his throat, he straightened the tie she just adjusted and walked to his desk to do research for his next case. He didn't like that he allowed her to get under his skin. He never let anyone else get to him like she did. It was probably because she was his only real competition in the office and if he wanted to make it to partner then she was the one to beat.
Luckily the work day was over. He gathered his belongings and ran to catch the elevator before it closed. He looked up to see Andre from accounting move from the corner revealing a smiling Alexis. Her smile looked laced with desire but as soon as she laid eyes on him, her smile morphed into a scowl. She looked so fuckable when she gave him that look and she gave it to him often.
Andre cleared his throat, "Going down?" he asked Richard.
"Seems like I'm not the only one going down." Richard mumbled, extremely satisfied with his clever double entendre. Hearing the small embarrassed gasp from Alexis was more satisfying.
When they made it to the parking lot, Andre held the elevator door open for her and they both watched as she switched to her shiny black sedan like she didn't have a care in the world. He heard Andre grunt in appreciation under his breath making Richard's face screw up in distaste. Quickly he said good bye to Andre and drove home trying to figure out a way to get on top.
Alexis pumped the vibrating toy in and out of her sopping wet pussy with thoughts of Andre floating around her head. Every time she got a little worked up, she had to relieve her stress with an orgasm but lately her toy wasn't enough. She thought Andre would have stepped up and asked her for a date, so she could put an end to her dry spell but he kept teasing her. Maybe he had a girlfriend and that's why he never asked her out?
Whatever his situation was, he needed to make up his mind soon before she found someone else to scratch that impossible itch for her. Breathing heavily she could feel her climax trying to make its way through her. Adjusting the mechanism so that the two ears were sandwiching her hard bud, her back arched off the mattress. Holding the toy just so, she let out a long satisfied moan to her ceiling. Yes it was satisfying but she knew she wasn't reaching her full potential.
"Motherfuc-" Alexis cut off her curse as she watched a silver Charger take her unassigned permanent parking spot. She idled to see who climbed out and who she needed to cut. Unfolding his body from the car, Vickers exited the typical doucebag car. The asshole even had the nerve to smile and wave.
"Asshole." she muttered under her breath as she gathered the pastries and coffee she brought the office because she was in a good mood.
"You need help with that beautiful?" Andre caught up to her at the elevator.
"I would love your help, thank you." she passed him the trays full of coffee cups.
"Wow did you get me one?" he joked pressing the button for her floor.
"Of course I did. It's the one with the heart on the lid." Alexis gave him a full smile looking up at him.
Richard rolled his eyes at their display of flirting, "Did I get one?" he knew she didn't get him one, he was just tired of hearing their vomit inducing banter.
"I sure did." she pondered the cups picking one up handing it to him, "Here you go, this one is yours." she gave him a too sweet smile.
Narrowing his eyes with suspicion, he took the cup seeing that the name 'Dick' was scrawled on the top. Clenching his jaw so she wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing him ticked, he took a hesitant sip. Hopefully she didn't get the barista to poison him. It tasted exactly how he liked it, black with one sugar and a hint of honey.
"I knew you were good for something." Richard said in a condescending voice before exiting the elevator. 'What was she playing at' he wondered.
