Waking up, Tyree Bradley felt energized and positive. He was due to start a new job on this day. He began to think of the long, hard road his life had taken to get him to this point and he felt proud of himself. Not long ago, he had been a drug dealer and now he was a college graduate getting ready to go out and conquer the world.
Tyree was a 6'4", 220 lb. black man. The color of his skin was a golden brown color and he had wavy, black hair. His presence was intimidating and he knew it. He wondered if his presence was going to cause him any problems at his new job in the Human Resources division of the local hospital. He had prior experiences of white people feeling uncomfortable and threatened by his presence and he didn't want to go through THAT bullshit again. Tyree realized that he couldn't help other people's reactions to him. All he could do was be himself. He didn't cater to or ignore whites in general. Took them as they came. One by one. Never prejudged or generalized his individual experiences with whites and then proceed further to paint all whites the same way. Though one could argue, that's the way he was treated.
As Tyree entered his new office building, he noticed a petite but thick blonde-haired white woman entering behind him. He held the door open for her. She didn't bother to make eye contact with him and she didn't have the decency to thank him! She never broke her stride.
"What a bitch!" he thought to himself.
As they stood waiting for the elevator, he noticed her looking at him in the reflection from the elevator door. She had a questioning look on her face.
"Hmmm, he's handsome...I wonder if he works in this building? He smells nice. Probably works in maintenance or in the kitchen.... I'd never be caught dating or fucking a black man...my parents would kill me!" she thought.
As the elevator doors opened and they both entered, they pressed the same button on opposite sides of the elevator. Neither noticed. After the door closed, Tyree took a few steps back so that his back rested against the rear of the elevator. He glanced to his right and noticed that the blonde woman had a very full and round ass.
"Damn, that white girl is stacked!" he whispered to himself.
Bridget braced herself for the overtures of the black man standing behind her. She knew he would say something to her. Men couldn't seem to help themselves when she was near. She felt proud that she had that type of effect on men. Bridget was 5'5", 36c-23-36. Her hair was long and usually flowed to the middle of her back (she wore it pinned up in a French braid for work). She had full lips, a perky nose, and gleaming white teeth. She usually had to wear a padded bra to hide her nipples. They got hard if the wind blew. They were very sensitive. Her hips gave her the hourglass figure that so many men lusted after. Nice, smooth curvy legs. She was a cut well above average and she knew it! Just about every man in her department had tried to date her at one time or another, but she wasn't interested in any of them. She only dated doctors/lawyer types.
She was currently dating a doctor. She was hoping he would propose soon because he was a man who could offer financial security, if nothing else. He didn't come close to offering her body the release it so desperately needed but Bridget reasoned that it was okay as long as she had the security of being a doctor's wife. She glanced briefly at Tyree and had to suppress a chuckle. "What could a black man offer her except a life of destitution and bad morals?" she thought to herself. Her arrogance was about to be crushed, though.
Tyree had been around white women like this before. They ignored you with scorn in their attitude as if you were out of your fucking mind if you thought you had a chance with them. He could tell that she wasn't getting any quality dick because she was trying entirely too hard to ignore him. When a woman is getting laid properly, she could care less about exhibiting a shitty attitude towards a total stranger. Tyree made sure to stand clear of her and ignore her.
As the elevator opened, Tyree allowed Bridget to exit first. Bridget swished past him once again without uttering a word of thanks. Tyree smiled to himself as she briskly walked ahead of him. "She walks kind of tight...I could help loosen her up if she ever got around to getting her head out of her ass," he thought to himself.
Tyree was introduced to his fellow members later that day at a luncheon. As he was being introduced to everyone present, Bridget realized that this black guy was the new boss in the administration section of her department, which meant HE was her new boss!
She felt shame concerning her behavior towards him earlier. She caught Mr. Bradley's eye and smiled. He didn't smile back. "Why did I have to be such a bitch this morning towards him?" she silently asked herself.
As she continued to look at him, her gaze drifted south and she couldn't help notice the bulge in his trousers. "Damn, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" she wondered to herself.
In the following days, Mr. Bradley set up individual meetings with his staff so that he could introduce himself and make known his expectations for the department. Everyone that Bridget talked with seemed to like the new boss. Mr. Bradley arranged to meet with Bridget at the end of the week. Bridget began to think that maybe her job was in jeopardy as she had barely talked with her new boss since he began earlier in the week.
On Friday afternoon, Bridget entered Mr. Bradley's office dressed in a rather conservative navy blue suit that nonetheless showed off her rather attractive figure. Mr. Bradley started by stating that he had reviewed her work for the past couple of months and found it to be very good. Bridget was surprised. Mr. Bradley looked Bridget in the eyes and asked her if she ever smiled when she was at work. Bridget began to stammer and stutter an answer. Mr. Bradley held up his hand and told her that it was a joke. Bridget smiled at the hidden joke. "He has a nice smile to go along with a decent sense of humor. Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she thought to herself.
Mr. Bradley assigned Bridget to a personal project that he needed completed in a couple of days. He gave her the assignment and his home phone number in case she had any questions or problems over the weekend. He rose to thank her and once again her eyes shot straight to his dick as she reached to shake his hand. "Hmm, the size of his pouch cannot be real", she thought.
Tyree noticed the imprint of Bridget's nipples through her business suit. "Damn, if her nipples are able to show through all the layers of clothes she has on, they must be big and suckable", Tyree mused.
Tyree hadn't forgotten about Bridget's earlier treatment of him. He reasoned that most white women had to act like that to justify their subconscious attraction to black men. It made them feel more in control of their lusts. If they decided later to give up some pussy, they would feign as if you forced them when all along they wanted to give it up in the first place.
Tyree was not at work for the next couple of days because he'd had to attend a mandatory conference for all managers. Bridget was almost done with the project he assigned her except that she needed some figures that only he would have access to. She debated for a long time on whether to call Mr. Bradley or wait until the weekend was over and contact him on Monday. Since he had mentioned he needed to have the report ASAP, she picked up the phone and dialed the phone number he had given her in the office.
She got his answering machine and left a message indicating that she needed access to the figures he wanted added to the report and that she had called Friday evening.
That night, she had a date with the doctor she was dating. He took her out to dinner and to a play. She was thoroughly bored and couldn't figure out why. As she ate dinner with the doctor, she looked over at him and noticed that there wasn't that much about him that was masculine compared to her new boss. In fact, he was a rather smallish man with tiny hands. When they made love, he tried his best to please her but she realized he just wasn't equipped enough to handle the passion she was capable of producing. In her mind, she reasoned the security he would offer would far outweigh her needs for physical pleasure.
Bridget and the doctor ended up at his condo. The good doctor knew nothing of foreplay. He made love to her for about four minutes(which was a minute longer than usual!!) with his 4-inch beast. As Bridget laid next to the panting doctor, she wondered if she was fooling herself into believing she could exist without being physically satiated. It was a question that had begun to resurface time and time again over the last couple of months.
Tyree received Bridget's message Friday evening and called her back to let her know he would be home most of the weekend. He left instructions for her to call him when it was convenient for her.
When the doctor dropped Bridget off from yet another boring ass evening, she was glad to be free of his presence. He was nice enough and a perfect gentleman. There was just something missing, she felt. She walked in the door and immediately noticed her answering machine blinking with messages. After hearing Mr. Bradley's message, she thought of calling him right then and there but it was pretty early in the morning. She decided to take a bath and lay down for a little bit before giving him a call back.
Bridget ended up calling Mr. Bradley at 11am. He answered the phone on the second ring with a cheerful voice. She asked, "Do you always answer the phone in such a bright mood?" He answered, "Well, I had a nice evening and I'm having a better morning, so maybe that's why". She began to think of her totally wasted evening with the doctor and sighed. "What'd you do last night?" she asked. "I stayed home and rented some movies and ate popcorn...got up this morning and did some cleaning, too," he answered.
