Authors: Rebecca K. Watts
Richard licked her neck and nibble on her earlobe. “You’re amazing.”
Olivia continued milking his dick while he worked her nectar. She could feel her vaginal lips swelling from the action. Playing with herself was one thing. Actual penetration had been lacking. Ignoring the swelling, she stuck her ass out, allowing him more access.
Massaging her ass, he sexed her hard. He took one hand, reached under her, and rubbed her clit.
“You’re going to cum again,” he said.
In between pants, she said, “I don’t think I can.”
“You can and you will because I won’t stop until you do,” he whispered.
He pulled out and guided her up on her knees while continuing to massage her clit. With his other hand, he traced the outline of her brown box. Richard inserted a finger. She tensed to his touch. No one had ever dared go there.
“Relax, babe.”
“I…I…can’t.”
She felt his tongue on her moisture. Richard sucked her clit and tongued her pussy. Her body relaxed, and his finger slid in further. He licked her and fingered her ass at the same time. The pain and pleasure of it made her scream out.
“Oh shit…oh shit.”
“Somebody likes it,” he said. “Tell me you like it.”
“Oh shit.”
He pumped harder.
“I like it!” she cried as she reached her climax again. Juices squirted out of her and on to the bed.
Richard replaced his tongue with his dick and removed his finger from her brown hole. Grabbing her waist, he pumped into her. He went faster and harder than he’d ever gone with her. Olivia grabbed his thighs and held on.
“Aargh…baby…yes! I’m cumming!” Richard pulled out and exploded on her ass.
Olivia collapsed down on the bed with him next to her. They panted, gasping for air.
Between breaths, he said, “Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help it. I have been thinking about being inside you for the past few weeks. Then I come to your room, and I could smell it calling out to me. I lost it.”
“It’s okay.” She gave him a kiss.
“No, it’s not. You deserve better from me.”
She looked into his eyes and saw sadness. “What’s wrong?”
“I had every intention on actually holding a conversation with you. I want to get to know you. This…” He pointed at the both of them. “This isn’t who I am.”
Olivia crossed her arm, going on the defense. “What do you mean?”
“Yes, I’ve had one night stands, but I knew from the moment I met you that you were more than that.”
She softened.
“Do you know that I love seeing your names on the reports? When I heard you weren’t coming to the conference, I had to fix it. I needed to see you.” He pulled her in his arms to him. “We have a lot of things to discuss, darling.”
She kissed him. “Well, we’re here now, let’s talk.”
He looked at his watch. “I wish. I still need to get something to eat and prepare for my presentation. I promise you’ll get more of my time tomorrow.”
Richard got out the bed and put on his clothes. Olivia stood there, dumbfounded. One minute he was upset because they hadn’t talked first, but now he was leaving. She looked at the time. He was right; it was late.
Giving him one last kiss, she let him out the door. She washed up and got under the covers, falling into a comfortable deep sleep.
Chapter Eighteen
Olivia woke up bright and early. She had to ensure she ate breakfast before her torture began. Sitting through the meetings was like dying a slow and cruel death. She ate a turkey sausage and cheese omelet, wheat toast, fruit, with cranberry mixed with grape juice to wash it down.
“It’s nice to see you before the meeting started,” Richard said as she refilled her glass of juice. He came up behind her, brushing against her as he filled his own glass.
She blushed. “Nice to see you too.”
Richard lowered his voice.
“I’m glad I made a few calls and added you. I made it a point to say you already had the experience and that your input would be invaluable.”
They moved out of the way to allow others to utilize the despiser.
“But I barely said two words during the last conference.” She tried to hold back her smile but couldn’t. Richard looked nice in his tailor-made suit.
“You’re wrong. You not only caught my attention, but you caught the other branches when you ate dinner with us. You remember the Michigan director? He was very impressed with you. And…I wanted to see you again.”
“Ah, the truth comes out.” Her smile grew wider.
“Yes, but we better get going before we are late. I know we still have ten minutes, but it’s more important for us to always be early.”
Who was he telling? Olivia played that game on a daily basis in her office. Everyone else could be late, but if you’re black, you better be early. Her peers acted like it was the end of the world if she showed up right on time. They’d stare her down until she took her seat and then make snide comments during the meeting on how she didn’t need to be in charge of a project because she had issues with time. She was on time once and never again.
Olivia swallowed her juice, set the glass down, and followed him to the conference room. She was surprised at the different setup. Instead of oval tables for eight to ten people, there were small square tables for two, facing the front of the room.
She found her name on her assigned seat. They all sat in order of merit. All the CEO, COO, and managing director were seated toward the front, followed by regional directors, and then assistants and associates. She was mixed in with the assistants, in the second to last row. She wondered if they just left her in Mr. Hanley’s original seat or did they put her as far back as they could without making her the outcast.
The Michigan director waved at her as he took his seat. A few others gave her a questioning glance before taking theirs. Once again, she was the only black female. The Atlanta office had several minorities, but they were all male.
A not-so-natural blond with a bob hairstyle sat next to her. Her tan was so dark Olivia couldn’t tell if come out a bottle. The woman was poised as she gave Olivia the once over before extending her hand.
“I’m Georgia, from the Richmond, Virginia office, and you are?”
“Olivia, from the Chicago office.” She smiled.
“Oh.” Georgia cocked her head and quickly pulled back her hand.
“Everyone, please take your seats,” a man at the front podium said. “My name is Dale Jenkins, and I’d like to welcome all of you to our regional meeting.”
Olivia was glad the meeting had finally started. She couldn’t discern the reason for Georgia looking at her as she did when she introduced herself. It was as if Georgia’s office held more prestige. Some offices were in better locations than others, but why the snooty attitude?
Georgia continued glaring at Olivia with her nose turned up as if she smelled a fart. Olivia ignored her and focused on the speaker. Out the corner of her eye, she could still see Georgia’s eyes on her. Olivia shifted, adjusting her seat and giving Georgia a good view her back.
Time passed, and Olivia began zoning in and out. She felt like she was Charlie Brown, listening to his teacher with the wonk, wonk, wonk, wonks. The presenter was monotone, and he dragged his words. She wondered if he bypassed the communication classes in college, or if anyone ever told him that he wasn’t good at it. Olivia didn’t like speaking in front of people either, but when she had to, she practiced to be calm and engaging.
Finally, they were allowed a break. She took off to the restroom before her bladder exploded. He’d talked nonstop for two hours. Olivia weaved her way through the crowded hallway. It was full of people who’d already excused themselves. Opening the door, she spotted Georgia, fixing her hair at the sink.
“I don’t recall any assistant female minority regional director’s at this conference in the past.” Georgia cut her eye at Olivia’s reflection in the mirror.
“Well, it’s time for a change.”
And there still isn’t.
Olivia made her way in the stall and did her business. She hoped Georgia would be gone when she came out.
“How long have you been an assistant?” Georgia asked.
So much for hope.
Olivia headed to the sink.
“Olivia,” a lady said coming out of another stall. “It’s Ann Gable, from Wisconsin.”
“Yes, of course. We had dinner together.” She welcomed the interruption to Georgia’s inquiry.
“Ann, I’m Georgia.” She held out her hand. “I remember you from last year.”
Ann frowned at her outstretched hand and went to the sink to wash hers. “I know who you are, and I recall you not saying two words to me then. Now if you excuse us, my friend Olivia and I have some catching up to do.”
Georgia gave Ann a sharp look and stormed out the restroom.
“I heard her talking to you while I was in the restroom. She’s a complete bitch. She had her nose all up in the air toward me last year as well. Her father is the chairman, and her brother is the chief regional director. I heard they had money way before her father became the chairman, so if you’re a woman and aren’t a millionaire she basically thinks you are unworthy of making any decisions,” Ann said.
“Wow. Well, at least it wasn’t just toward me. I welcome you, my fellow outcast,” she said, making light of the situation.
“I think our break’s over. We are doing lunch, right?”
They headed out the restroom.
“Sure.” After Ann’s rescue, she wouldn’t dare say no.
Olivia went back to her seat and cast Georgia a fake smile. She received an eye roll in response. Pulling out her planner, she pretended to take notes on what their next speaker cover
ed. She ended up writing out a potential business proposal for her own temp agency. If she kept working her part-time job, she’d have more than enough saved up in a few months to start.
Catching Georgia’s eyes wondering on her notes, she turned the page and started writing out her budget for the month. Accounting would surely bore her.
Time flew past while she worked on other things. Before long, they were released for lunch. Ann was standing by the door, waiting on her.
“Where do you want to eat? We can take a cab or eat here.” Ann said.
Olivia saw Georgia speed walking out the hotel entrance. “The sports bar is fine.”
Ann nodded, and they headed to the bar. The waitress was quick, and they had their food in no time.
“So, how long before you make assistant regional director?” Ann asked between taking bites of her sandwich.
“Are you serious? I doubt if I will ever make it that high up.” She still had to clear the associate level.
“Olivia, I never paid attention to the reports before, but after our last dinner together, I started paying attention. You’re really good. You
are
the only one who is not an associate doing them.”
“Well, I’ve been with the company for almost ten years, and the wheels turn very slowly. Besides, they already have me doing the work for less pay, so why bother with another promotion?” She was being realistic.
“Have you ever thought about doing anything else?”
“Who hasn’t?” She wasn’t comfortable about sharing her dreams with Ann.
“True, but if you ever need any support, I am behind you one hundred percent.”
Was she for real? This is my second time laying eyes on this lady, and she is sitting here saying I have her support
. Olivia shook it off as small talk.
The waiter removed their plates and replaced it with their checks. Olivia used it as a reason to excuse herself.
Pulling out some bills, she laid her money on the table. “I need to make a phone call before our break ends. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Okay, I need to check up on my family as well. Thanks for eating with me. These conferences can be lonely.”
Olivia cast Ann a smile of understanding before walking out the restaurant in search of a quiet area with good cell reception. Finding a spot on a chair in the lobby, she called her sister.
“It’s about freaking time you called me. I was about to put a missing person report out on you,” Angela said.
“Whatever, it’s the first day. I was tired when I got in last night, and this is the first real break I’ve had.”
“Well, Miss Parker, I’m sure we can take care of that for you,” she said in her business voice. Someone from her job must have walked past her cubicle. Lowering her voice, Angela continued, “Don’t whatever me, chick. You may be older, but I’ll still beat you down. How are your boring meetings anyway
?”
“What else? Boring. I have to sit next to some rich, snobby lady. She tried to make a smart remark about me being here, but another lady stepped in.” Olivia watched people from the conference standing around mingling.
“Mmph! You should’ve told her snobby ass a thing or two.”
“You know I can’t go around cussing these people out. Only you can get away with that. You cuss those crazy people you work with out on a daily basis, and they still bring you treats. If I did, security would show up with a box and toss my crap in it and me out.”