**All characters are fictional unless otherwise noted.**
Over the last two years I'd gone through multiple fallouts as the startup tech companies I where I worked started and rapidly bombed. Far from defeated, I kept up my skills and swallowed my pride- and I had finally found a fit as a service agent with a company outside of San Francisco. Promotion in the bag- and with the whole of the Bay to enliven me I was starting to develop a certain taste for finer things.
At nearly six feet, and biking everywhere- I had slimmed down to 185 pounds of lean, muscular legs and ass. I kept locks down to my waist maintained in bunches of twists all neatly corralled under a snap-back cap, usually. My brown eyes melted even the most decidedly straight women into pools of lust.
Within another four months, changes within the company brought me to the Senior manager level with a small team of agents I was responsible for developing. The work world did have its perks. When I met Demetria it was nothing short of that kind of jolt you get the first time you score a basket. A few weeks of her stationing, and we had built a very healthy working rapport.
Her skin tone was somewhere between peanut butter and brown sugar. She had wide-set, almond shape brown eyes, and lashes that extended much farther than I thought possible. Simply 'bad', was the way I would describe her. To me at that time, it didn't matter whether she was into women, as long as she'd be into me.
She was smart, her ideas were solid and my whole team had improved. I was really impressed and said so frequently. I made every effort to do nice things for her, that wouldn't be so obvious.
One Monday morning in May, my entire team had all hit our best numbers of the year. It had been somewhat unexpected, so there was lots of buzz and congratulations throughout my meetings that day. Her hard work had put us there.
Tuesday
I made desserts and brought them to the office the next day. In the break room, everyone gathered to taste them, some joking about not knowing I could cook. Demetria passed by just as the commotion frequency was at its peak. From the hall, she locked eyes with me leaning near the fridge, as I gulped water from a glass. As folks passed the tray of treats across the small round tables. Demetria stepped into the room.
"What do we have here?" Her assistant, Tia, offered the extra treat from her small party plate.
"Monroe made them herself," someone laughed stuffing another treat into their joyful mouth.
I'd worn a simple grey suit that day, tailored and slim- with a white shirt that had been unbuttoned at the top since I'd entered the office that day. She eyed my chest and shoulders.
I watched her eye the dessert before picking it up delicately between two fingers and, "Oh I really shouldn't."
Even as she denied me, her parting lips spoke another language. Needless to say, I had also fantasized about this woman. Holding her lower back, and rocking my piece into her as she rode me- me being on top of her in intercourse, kissing her roughly while she'd urge me in deeper. She took a tiny bite and her eyes rolled back. She turned to face me, still chewing, and reached for a napkin.
"Wow, a strawberry cheesecake tart! Well done Monroe," she said through the hand covering her mouth.
Her serious demeanor was super attractive. The statement came out low and pleasured, and just sounded so dirty in my head. "Yeah, I just bake. YouTube chef here," I laughed along.
That afternoon I gathered up my team and suggested we all go out to celebrate. My close friend and roommate Bee was an insider, a party promoter - really I didn't know what they did, but I asked them to put us on the list for whatever event was happening that week.
I didn't even have to pass Demetria the message myself. I heard later from another manager that she was on board.
So that is how it happened. There was going to be a great time dancing and celebrating with one of the newest start-up companies in the Bay Area. Who could resist?
Wednesday
Around lunch, myself and my assistant, Demetria and her assistant and a counterpart from another division all had a closed-door meeting with the senior head deputy for strategy. As Demetria led the meeting, I couldn't help but take in her long legs, disappearing up the bottom of a patterned pencil skirt.
The senior official and Demitria were both such attractive women, and I had a lot of trouble focusing. Ms. Tamara White was a huge fan of praising and promoting the young black talent in the company. The deputy would have me in knots and soaking wet on the occasions I'd interacted with her. That was before ...
"Demetria this work had been remarkable," Ms. White spoke with her whole body, letting the entire room of colleagues and my team, know just who was in charge.
I took her lead. "Ms. Graham. . . really has been an asset. . . knows what she is doing. . . even motivates. . . ."
I just rained the compliments down; keeping my hands folded in my lap, to display ease and confidence, and praying my chest to slow down. Demetria's slim brown hands were adorned in gold and wooden bracelets, they rested in her own lap-as both of us faced the executives across from us.
I watched her from the corner of my eye, as we all looked over the reports. She turned in my direction to look at the report in my hands, and I wondered if she could feel the tug of my desire under the table. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to bury my face in between her legs and breasts. . . .
Thursday
It turned out we'd be invited to a rooftop warehouse club which was premiering a new dance party. The temperatures were climbing. Top it all off with planning in advance, and we'd all had a few days to prepare.
I was at the office early that day and so were many others. After our morning team meeting, I stood in Demetria's office doorway, "Congratulations Ms.Graham. It has been so wonderful working together."
My co-worker and our assistants embraced in the hallway just outside the office.
She came into the hall, beaming at the younger women, and said to me, "These outcomes are unlike anything I've ever seen. You and your team are doing a wonderful job."
I wondered how I had gotten so lucky, to be at work and surrounded by vibrant women such as these. I was also praying the universe would forgive me not being able to keep it in the pants this once.
I reached out for a more celebratory embrace, "Thank you! I will see you later tonight."
She went to join our younger colleagues and her hand drifted from my arm to stomach as she lowered away from our one-armed hug. Then, in a tight circle heading the opposite direction with a young lady under each arm, she looked back over their shoulders at me and winked.
I arrived at the warehouse just before 8 o'clock. Demetria and Tia were already seated together in a reserved section. Someone suggested we all get to the rooftop dance floor as the crowd picked up, and finally, they'd all had enough drinks that the music was taking its effect. I was nearly hurting myself trying to play it cool. I decided to limit my alcohol intake since I had to be sharp enough to keep this up all night.
After a few hours, some of the early birds including her assistant went home. Demetria and I met next to each other on the dance floor. She was going right past me and I had to turn completely around to catch her attention. She smiled this time dazzling me. A look that to me said, 'finally'. I silently groaned. Gently grabbing her hand I pulled her as close as we could move in the middle of the crowd. She spun her pelvis around to the beat so that I was behind her as she pressed her fat, round ass into me and swirled her hips.
I let her up and released the close-hold, just as she was grinding it out on my bulge. She sauntered off and I spun to find a tall stunner of a woman wearing blonde curls and a short jean skirt standing way too close. I put my hands on the woman's waist, sighed into the distraction. She was all legs, ass, and wig bent over twerking, and I caught myself thinking about the thick brown thighs hiding up under Demetria's skirt as she walked away.
At the rhythm change, I dashed off to the bathroom, ghosting the blonde. When I had dried my hands and exited the single stall, Demetria was standing at the sink in the restroom, reapplying the dark-colored lipstick I was hoping to god I would come home with on my shirt that night.
It wasn't ideal at all. But, "Demetria, hello again."
'Damn! Stupid!' I thought to myself but shook it off quickly. I took a good minute to take in her every angle. "I was actually looking for you, I was enjoying our dancing."
