India sat at her vanity, brushing her long and thick chesnut mane. Softly she hummed to herself as she admired her beautiful reflection. Her deep brown complexion was flawless, often people said her skin looked like smooth chocolate. Her facial features made her a stunning woman, but her eyes made her extraordinary. For her cat-shaped eyes were emerald green, a gift from her Caucasian mother. Shaking her hair, giggling as the ends tickled her backside, she got up from the vanity and strolled over to her full length mirror. She danced playfully in the mirror, in love with her body. She knew she was hot and wasn't afraid to tell anyone.
Her firm 38DDD breasts, capped with deep brown nipples, her long, dancer-like legs, and heart shaped ass. She couldn't keep her hands off her breasts, cupping the soft mounds, tweaking her nipples. Licking her lips, she let her hand wander down between her thighs, teasing her hardening clit that peeped through her freshly shaved labia. Moaning softly, her finger probed deeper inside her steamy womanhood. One finger was replaced by two, then three, until four fingers were deep inside her snatch, her thumb rubbing her clit. Biting her bottom lip, she fingered herself to a body shuddering climax. Regaining her composure, she walked into the bathroom, jumping into the shower. Emerging twenty minutes later, she got dressed in her customary office attire-a short black skirt, soft v-neck cream cashmire sweater and platform maryjanes. Braiding her hair in a single french braid, India hopped in her Lexus and headed off to work.
"Good Morning India, so nice of you to join us."
"Mr. Frost, do I need to remind you that my name is Ms. Stone. My first name is off limits." she crisply responded.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Frost." he said sarcastically.
Niko Frost couldn't stand this bitch. Her cold, condescending attitude rubbed him raw. Despite her gorgeous looks, her demeanor made her very ugly in his eyes.
"Apologies were neither asked for nor required, simply correct your error or I will find someone who will remember office policies." India said, her tone never losing its bitchiness.
"Understood, Ms. Stone, shall we get down to the business at hand. Here are the contracts that you requested." he said, handing her the papers. Snatching the papers, she slipped on her stylish reading glasses. Quickly scanning the contracts, she tossed them back to Niko.
"If you honestly think that those feeble contracts will do, then you are sorely mistaken. I hope you didn't make plans for the rest of the month, because these contracts must be done over. A two year old could have prepared better contracts using illegible scribble and crayons. I expected better from you Mr. Frost. Please do not make me regret bestowing this great of a responsiblity on you." she said, her voice full of contempt and disdain.
"Ms. Stone I worked very hard on these contracts. Logged in extensive overtime as well as weekend hours. You barely read the contracts." Niko said,barely concealing his anger.
"Obviously, you did not. You may have logged in extensive overtime, overtime that from the looks of these papers was wasted. I am not paying you for garbage. Either ship up or ship out. You're dismissed." she said, waving her hand dismissively. Niko gathered his briefcase and the discarded contracts and stormed out her office.
"Ah, nothing like scent of castration in the morning." India giggled, logging on to her computer terminal.
"Mr. Frost, can I get you some coffee?" Elsie asked. His secretary could sense his foul mood.
"Not now Elsie. Hold all my calls for the next two hours." he said gruffly, slamming the door behind him.
"BITCH!" he hissed, kicking his oak desk. She had pushed him too far this time. He worked hard on those contracts and he knew he had done excellent work. Too many times he left her office with his balls handed to him, but this time was the final straw. He was going to teach the bitch a lesson. Niko sat at his desk, drumming his manicured nails, plotting....
Two weeks later...
"Elise? Right? Is Mr. Frost in?" India asked, examining her sculpted fingernails.
"Um, actually Ms. Stone, it's Elsie." she said nervously.
"Whatever, is he in or not?"
"One moment, I'll buzz him." Elsie said, picking up the telephone.
"You mean to tell me he's in there and I wasted my time talking to you. God, you are really pathetic." she said, brushing pass her. Elsie quickly ran to the ladies room so no one could see her cry.
"Ms. Stone to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" he asked, his voice filled with forced politeness. He silently wondered what happened to Elsie.
"Yes it is an honor that I would lower myself to come to your office. I came for a status report." she said, sitting on his desk.
"Well Ms. Stone, the contracts are coming along fine. All I needed to do was some fine tuning to the contracts. Care for a look?" he said, handing her the papers. Slitting her eyes, she snatched the papers from him, tearing them up.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" Niko yelled as he watched over four months worth of work being destroyed.
"I distinctly said new contracts, not finely tuned worthless contracts. Contracts worth less than the substandard paper they were printed on. You have until the end of the month. I suggest you dazzle me with some brilliant work or find another line of employement. Consider yourself warned." She slammed the door, his wall paintings shaking in her wake. Niko stared at the door, his fist clenching the shreds of paper.
"Oh I won't need the end of the month to dazzle you bitch. Your time is now."
The sound of India's stiletto heels clicking filled the empty parking lot. Everything about her exuded power, from the panther like stride to the haughty toss of her hair. Pushing the remote control to her Lexus, unlocking the doors. Tossing her snakeskin briefcase in the passenger seat, she slipped into the butter soft leather driver's seat. India went to slide the key into the ignition, when a gloved hand covered her mouth.
"Shut up bitch! Don't turn around! If you want to live, you will do as I say. There is a gun pointed at you and I will not hesitate to shoot you." a deep voice said, "Nod your head if you understand." India nodded her head. "Good. I'm gonna move my hand now, if you scream, you will regret it. Nod your head if you understand." Again India nodded her head. The man moved his hand from her mouth. Instantly, India opened the floodgates.
"You crazy son-of-a-bitch! How dare you! You fucking psycho!" she spat, fumbling with her pepper spray. Before she could turn around to spray him, he clubbed her over the head with the butt of his gun.
"Fuck you...." she mumbled, slipping into unconsciousness.
"Feisty bitch, aren't you?" Niko said, pushing her limp body into the passenger seat. Propping her up like she was simply asleep, Niko sped out of the parking lot.
India drifted in and out of consciousness, until she finally woke up. When she did awaken, she realized she was tied to a chair and blindfolded.
"Who ever you are you fucking prick, know that I will make you pay for this!" she screamed. Her screams were borderline hysterical. She was terribly afraid of the dark, ever since she was a small child, even now she slept with a soft nightlight. "Do you hear me, you asshole! Answer me!"
"Yes I hear you India." he whispered in her ear, making her jump.
