Warning: mild racial slurs to East Asian (Japanese in particular) women.
She told him the only way they'd shack up is if he made a love potion. So he did.
His fat finger hit the button to take him to floor 13. He whistled patiently while it moved up each level. He pulled his corduroy pants up to his thick gut, fixed his white coat, and slicked back his hair with a little saliva. He maintained an ugly and creepy looking smile. It was really more like a smirk. The mole on the side of his face made him a tough guy to look at.
He
was generally hard to look at: overweight, out of style, early 30s.
He stepped out to the fresh of stationary that prevailed in a room full of cubicles. This was where the social interaction in the company was. The laboratory got so boring! Plus it was only nerdy males down there, which he himself was one...but he needed interaction with the opposite sex!
He navigated to the labyrinth of desks. He knew exactly where he was going. He'd never forget. The prize at the end of the road was too great for him to let go that information. He turned the corner and saw the back of a raven haired woman seated at her computer and punching it account information into a spreadsheet.
He sat down beside her on top of her desk. The balls of her eyes behind her cute black frames were fixated on the work before her. "Hey there, sugar!"
The young woman shuddered at the thought of this slob calling him that. "My name is not Sugar and what are you doing up here
again,
Ben?"
No, it wasn't Sugar. It was Akira, a cute Japanese accountant that occupied this office space. Yes, an Asian working with numbers for a living...how stereotypical. She was fresh out of university, an honour student with a 4.0 GPA. Those marks and no doubt those brains landed her a job at Psycom, a leader in the pharmaceutical drug industry.
"What? Can't a lab worker visit his favourite office clerk?"
Yes, she certainly was his favourite. Fit body, cute face, petite breasts and a tight ass that filled out her office suits nicely. That was perhaps the biggest turn on about her. She had the professional look perfected. She wore her hair up, donned some specs, and with a nice suit she was to die for. Today she wore a black pencil skirt and silk white blouse along with black three inch heels and black stockings.
"Not when his favourite office clerk hates the guts of the aforementioned lab worker." Her concentration never left her monitor.
"Why are you always so hostile to me?" He smiled.
She stopped typing to address his face personally. Gosh he was disgusting fellow to look at! "Do we have to go over this again?" She sighed annoyingly. "Christmas party: You were drunk and you sexually assaulted me, Ben. It's hard to get over that."
"Assault?" He nervously laughed. "Akira babe, what are you talking about? I didn't assault you. We were just two coworkers letting loose at the company party!"
"You cornered me against the wall, made snide remarks about my butt and breasts that I care not to repeat and you stuck your grubby little hands up my shirt!" She winced again thinking back to events. Even to this day she couldn't get the image of his sleazy, wasted form waddling toward her and backing her beside the photocopier. His breath reeked of brandy. Cognacs weren't even served at the party! It was a case for sexual assault but she didn't want to get tied up in something like that.
"C'mon, babe...I was just showing you some affection!" He reached out and stroked out her hair. "Lord knows He made that divine rump to be thumped over and over!"
She shuddered and swatted his hand away. "Stop it!!! You can't keep doing this!!! The daily visits, the creepy comments about my body that you think are clever but really aren't, violating me and my personal space....it's gotta stop!!!"
"Just give me one date and I'll stop! One crack at the delicious Japanese form and I'll quit, promise!" He put a hand to his heart as if taking an oath.
"No!!! I would never go out with a sleazy, creepy, fat, slimy worm of a man like you...not even once!! Women like me don't go out with boneheads like you! You may think you're suave around me but it's downright degrading to me and pathetic for you. The fact is no woman would ever want to date a pompous and pretentious jerk like you...never in a million years!!!"
Her words shocked. She never fired back this hard at him. He just thought she was playing hard to get. For the first time he addressed her in a serious tone. "What are you trying to say?"
She leaned into him to drive her point home. Her black eyes behind her lens met his naked ones. "Let's just put it this way: the only way you'll get to thump my rump is if you went down to your lab and created a love potion to use on me...because in a clear state of mind, I would never give you a second look or even touch you with a thousand foot pole."
Ben's face reddened. His clenched fists tightened. His breathing quickened while his hearted thumped uncontrollably. He swiftly got up and stormed out of her office. He raced by all the cubicles and back to the elevator. He frantically hit the 'down' button until the elevator came. He took it all the way down to the ground floor. He would take refuge in his lab.
He madly paced back and forth. He was fuming. Who did she think she was?! 'Women like her?' What did that mean? Prissy little Asian bitches that were too good for the world? Or too good for anyone but their own kind? No, she needed to be taught a lesson. But how?
He sat down to calm himself. Maybe some blackmail for sexual favours? No, he didn't have anything on her and couldn't imagine forging something. Maybe a home invasion? No, he didn't want to get in trouble with the law if anything went wrong. What to do, what to do, he contemplated. He shot up. He knew what he could do and she actually provided him the solution. She wouldn't love him so he'd make it so. He could totally do it too. Ben was a brainiac scientist. With a doctorate in biochemistry, he could concoct anything. With all the freedom and access to materials Psycom allowed him, he could produce a love potion of sorts to use on Akira!
He toiled for a week straight in his laboratory. He didn't work on anything else, not even his assigned duties. He just masked his personal mission as a work assignment. He didn't even venture up to see Akira. That was a distraction. The only vision he had of her was her words echoing back at him. He would make her eat them when he was through with her. It took a lot of formulating and reformulating, tinkering and retinkering. It overtook his being. A few mornings he woke up on the lab bench because he had passed out from a long session of work from the night before.
The formula itself centred around pheromones, chemicals with illicit a sexual response from the body. Playing with these little things would draw out an instant attraction from the subject who possessed them. The plan was to make the stunning Japanese woman unable to resist his "slimy and disgusting" body. She'd be all over him. Overwhelmed by extreme desire, she'd throw herself onto him.
So it was with great glee when he bottled up that magic liquid one late evening and headed up to the bureaus. He had it ready for a few days now but he wanted to wait until they were alone. He caught wind that she'd be staying extra time one shift. That was perfect for him.
Noting all the vacancies as passed by the cubicles, he found a lonely Akira hard at work her desk. She was hunched over, typing with one hand, her head resting on her hand. Her eyes drooped as she stared at the screen. Today she had a full power suit on: black skirt and suit jacket, white blouse, skin coloured hose.
"Aren't you a keener...so diligent, staying late to work. Alone, are we?" He hovered above her.
