by Dame Valuta
“Why did you shave tonight? I know you showered and perfumed up because you were gonna come see me…. But why shave? Are you expecting me to fuck you for this dinner?
-Read Episode 1 of this compelling Erotic story [HERE]
BLAST OF THE UNEXPECTED (2)
Surprisingly, he didn’t say a word to her. He stood by a corner of her office, pinned her with a cold gaze and waited for her to break the silence. Lina swallowed, walked behind her desk, using it as a refuge, then turned to him.
“Mr. Wilson… Please sit down.” She offered with a cool smile. His face was still a hard mask and his eyes were still trained on her.
“No thanks.” He said curtly.
Lina groaned inwardly, knowing Afro-Beard was determined to not make things any easy for her. Since he was standing, it was only polite she did same. With a determined smile, she opened up Bantec Oils file.
“To business now; Chief Wilson was supposed to send me the research details, photographs of sites and interviews with the local residents there. I need them to be able to formulate solutions and put in…”
“I know what you mean Miss Akan,” he cut in rudely. “I know what you need and you will get them first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you…” She replied, a bit put off by his interruption but relieved that their brief meeting was over before it even got started.
“Now… Back to the issue of US..” He continued.
“US???” Her words sounded like a puzzled squeak.
“Yes US. You’re rude, mannerless and untamed. We would have to work on that.” He sounded annoyingly arrogant and Lina’s anger bubbled.
“WE??? US??? Sir, I don’t quite follow you or your conversation” she tone was caustic.
“Miss Akan, my company is paying your company a shitload of bucks to do this bid. Today is Wednesday and you’re not even a quarter done and submission is for 9am Monday morning. In view of this, you will resume at my office from tomorrow. You and I will work CLOSELY together on this bid. I’m gonna set up an office for you and furnish it with everything you need. BUT, WE are gonna work on your rude, mannerless attitude if that is gonna happen.”
“Hold on one minute Mr. Wilson…” Her anger spilled and she refused to rein it in. “With all due respect, I do not work for you… And I do not appreciate your giving me orders”
He appraised her slowly, his eyes taking in her tight silk blouse, her slim waist and her full rounded hips. Then he looked at her face, focusing on her full lips, devoid of make up. He did it deliberately and was pleased that she bristled under his stare.
“It would be interesting to see your fuck-face though. All this anger and unbridled energy… they would work well in bed you know… tie your hands and feet apart and eat you like a welcome meal. I would like to see if you would go all hulk and break free from the restraint or simmer into a whimpering, moaning mess.” His voice held a vague promise and wicked amusement. Lina stiffened, rage coursing through her.
“I’m going to walk to my M.D right now and ask him to take me off this job. Sadly for you, I don’t mix business with perversion.” She told him coldly.
“You need to talk a walk on the busy labor market streets Miss Akan, and see how rosy it is out there. I don’t threaten people ANGELINA, especially not women. For you, however, this is a threat. See you tomorrow at 8am.” He replied her with equal coolness before turning on his heels and walked out of her office.
Lina’s spirit plummeted six feet and proceeded to bury itself in frustration.
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It was 3pm, friday afternoon and though the air conditioner was on, Lina felt hot and tired. She still wasn’t used to this new office and was a little confused at resuming in a strange company with different sets of rules and organization. She got up and paced, rubbing her already red rimmed and swollen eyes. Afro-Beard had assigned her a secretary and though work was going along smoothly, Lina felt the strain on her whole body. The day before, she had worked till 11pm and only got off when her new secretary had asked her if she could leave. Lina had been appalled that she had kept the young lady on till late. She’d personally dropped her off at her house before making her way back home. Today, she had resumed at 7pm and hadn’t had a single bite to eat. She was tired, cranky and her back was sore. She’d set her eyes on Afro-Beard only once the day before. He had welcomed her in a sarcastic manner, ushered her into her temporary office and had disappeared. She was glad that his threat of working closely with her was all that it was… a mere threat. She sighed and sat down, leaned back on her chair and shut her eyes. To calm herself, she began to count to 30 slowly, inhaling and exhale at every number.
He slipped into her office and found her on her chair, eyes shut and breathing deeply like one meditating. His eyes involuntarily followed the mesmerizing rhythm of her breasts as they rose and fell in response to her breathing. Everything about her was a turn on. From the first day he’d noticed her at STEERS and every other time he’d seen her there, he’d been fascinated by her person. She was strong, independent and a little stand-offish though her rudeness and unfriendliness was a let down. He surmised that it was a defense mechanism. Rudeness notwithstanding, he still wanted to fuck her but he had to bid his time. From the look on her face, she seemed tired. He’d heard she left the office at past 11pm and had resumed at 7am. She was hardworking, no doubt about it and he loved that she took her job serious. He stared at her legs in admiration. She was wearing a skirt that stopped just above her knees but seated, the skirt had ridden up a little higher, giving him an ample view of her fair, spotless laps. Thankfully, she wasn’t the kind of woman that wore those despicable “Tights” that loads of women today wear. He bet she was wearing lacy panties. The thought made his cock stir in response but he pushed the feeling aside and called out to her.
Lina didn’t move but she opened her eyes and stared at him, not bothering to sit up or change her position. She didn’t respond to his call either. She saw his frown and mentally shrugged.
“Were you sleeping?” He asked.
She was tempted to say ‘Yes’ but didn’t feel up to arguing with him. He looked different today… more casual. He wore a Pink shirt rolled up at the sleeves, the two top buttons undone. His pants were tanned Old Navy, held on with a brown belt and of course brown loafers. The frame of his glasses were red, almost feminine. She’d noticed that he had glasses with different frames, possibly to go with any outfit he chose to wear. His hand went down to his crotch and tugged at it, as if trying to adjust his cock. Her eyes flew back to his, noting the smirk.
“I’m taking a break.” She replied, determined not to be sexually baited.
“Have you had anything to eat?” He asked.
“No. I’ll send for something later.” She answered then closed her eyes in a bid to dismiss him.
He was silent for a while and she was tempted to open her eyes to see what he was up to. But she kept them shut and prayed he would get the message and leave. She heard the door open and smiled, thinking he was on his way out only to hear a petulant female voice speak. Lina opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.
“Here you are C.J. I was wondering where you sauntered to… Oh? Who is this? Lina???”
Sophie stared at her with venom. She stood beside Afro-Beard, beautiful, collected and looking like a bejeweled trophy. Lina held back a snort.
“Sophie… You’re looking good.” Lina said with a cynical smile. Sophie gave her dirty looks.
“Wish I could say the same for you. As usual, you look like shit and you seem to have aged beyond your 35years. This life sha….” Sophie was all claws.
Afro-Beard seemed to be enjoying the exchange between the women. Sophie sidled closer to him, as if seeking his support and he grabbed her by the waist possessively, yet his eyes were on Lina.
“Yeah, this life. Oh-well…. In this life, some of us actually need to work to earn our keep.” She said and got up, walking towards the desk to pick up the intercom.
Sophie almost growled in irritation. She turned to C.J. with a frosty look.
“I’m in the car. The air around here stinks.” Sophie said and stalked off.
“Your girlfriend is a keeper.” Lina said and smiled sweetly at C.J. He scowled at her.
“Don’t leave. I’ll be back.” He ordered
“I had no intention of leaving Mr. Wilson. I’m spending the night here so I can get this work over and done with and be away from this office.” Her sweet smile was still in place.
He stared at her in silence for a bit then walked out of the office. Lina let out a relieved sigh and dialed the intercom for her secretary.
“Hello Prisca, please come. I am starving.” She said.
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Prisca had told her that there was a bathtub in the huge boardroom and now, Lina made her way towards it, walking slowly and keeping her ears peeled for any strange sounds. The whole office was dark save for her temporary office and the corridor that led to the printing room, Water-cooler room and Board room. It was already 11pm and Lina needed a shower and sleep break. Prisca, bless her, had been an invaluable gem. Lina had had to shoo the young lady away at 9pm, telling her that she could manage on her own. The bid was almost done. They already had 520 pages. All that was left was just 15 more pages and Lina planned to face them after her shower. Thankfully, someone had left the water heater in the boardroom bathroom on. Lina took her time, showered thoroughly and allowed the water beat down on her tired body. Refreshed, she dried her body with the small towel she had brought along with her, slipped on a nightshirt and socks and padded out of the boardroom, making sure to switch off the water heater and turn out the lights. As she entered her temporary office, the smell of casserole assailed her nostrils, panicked, she looked around in confusion only to find Afro-Beard seated casually on the chair opposite her desk. The untidy table had been cleared and now, spread across it were covered dishes, a bottle of water and a bottle of red wine. Lina eyed him suspiciously.
“What is all this?” She asked as she walked further into the office, closing the door behind her.
“Dinner. For you.” He replied.
“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” She said.
He stared at her, not saying a word and making her uncomfortable with his silence. Then he got up and walked up to her. She stood defiantly and faced him, unwilling to allow her fear show.
“I’ve been looking at your work. The bid is almost done. Quite impressed I must say. BUT, you’re going to take a few minutes off, sit down, eat that meal that my chef made specially for you and we will talk. Are we clear?” He asked.
Lina said nothing. She took a few steps away from him because his scent was affecting her reasoning. He smelled like he’d just showered and dabbed on a touch of cologne, baby powder and of course the lingering musk of whatever soap he used. The combination made her giddy and somewhat aroused. She walked up to her desk, sat on it and opened the first dish like an obedient child. It was fried rice with shrimps in it. Her mouth watered. The second dish was a casserole with loads of pork, cubed liver and kidneys. The third dish was a small serving of salad, loaded with tuna, red kidney beans, green peas and and unhealthy mayo dressing. Lina held back the orgasm that the yet untasted meal was causing her. The last dish was surprisingly steaming-hot home-made meat-pies. Lina grappled with coherent reasoning in the face of the meal before her.
“Why do you smell like baby powder?” Was the only sensible thing she could utter. Even at that, she didn’t look at him. He smiled, reached for the wine, opened it effortlessly with a corkscrew and poured her a glass which he gratefully accepted.
“I shaved my pubis. I find that when I shave down there, dousing it with baby powder gives it a truly fresh feel and smell, plus it make it heaven to touch.” He explained.
Lina didn’t know if he was deliberately teasing or if he was serious. She was too tired to figure him out and the food before her was too tempting for her thoughts to stray too far.
She took a quick gulp of her wine, drinking it thirstily and felt the liquid slip down her throat, down to her insides, creating warmth down its path. She opened the several dishes and scooped a few of their contents on to a plate. She avoided his face but knew he was gazing at her. She tucked into the food, savoring its delicious taste while pondering what a clean-shaved male pubis with baby powder doused on it would feel like under her fingers.
“I still wonder how you would feel like beneath me though. I daydreamed of your f__k-face all day… It’s hard to keep a prominent bulge down when one’s daydreams are filled with naked bodies and a contorted orgasmic female face.” He said with a teasing smile.
Lina continued to eat in silence, trying hard not to picture the image his words had just painted. She took another swig of her wine and this time almost choked. He poured her a glass of water with a small smile and handed it to her. She took it and drank, still avoiding his eyes.
“So, Sophie filled me up on your person. She really doesn’t like you and I’m not surprised. From a distance, you have a flaming charisma…. People would be drawn to you like moths. Up close, you are a nasty piece of work. Lucky for me, I don’t really care much for distant or upclose… I’m more intrigued by the inside. What lays beneath… What your soul hides.” He leaned back and gave her a penetrating stare.
Lina sank her teeth into the soft pork, taking a chunky bite then chewed and rolled her eyes in bliss. When she was done with that bit, she scooped more rice in her mouth, chewed then followed it up with more pork. She washed it down with wine and turned to him, staring into his eyes.
“Why did you shave tonight? I know you showered and perfumed up because you were gonna come see me…. But why shave? Are you expecting me to f__k you for this dinner? Because if you are, then…” She raised a finger, took another bite of Pork, chewed, swallowed and drank water.”…You just might have hit jackpot.”
C.J stared at her, his expression deadpan but the thoughts in his head buzzed around like a confused bee. Lina smiled sweetly at him and heaped more rice on to her plate.
………. TO BE CONTINUED……….
Dame Valuta is a Mother, Wife, Scriptwriter by day and an enthusiastic Erotic Writer by night. She lovingly refers to herself as a Semi-Literate, Broke Writer with dreams of becoming a Third-World Celebrity, conquering African Erotica one lewd story at a time. She owns an Erotic Website called www.damescaucus.com