Authors: Rebecca K. Watts
Resisting the need to remove the blindfold, she allowed him to have his way with her. Her entire body felt a tingling sensation with each lick.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’re going to love this.”
He picked Olivia up and flipped her over. She was now on all fours. Her pride and glory was on full display. She felt more warm liquid being rubbed on her, this time on her sweet spot. Richard rubbed it on her gently until everything was covered. His tongue lapped at the caramel. Slowly at first, then he licked as if he couldn’t get enough.
“Oooh, Richard It feels so good!” She felt like a volcano ready to erupt. “I’m about to cum!”
“Not yet.”
He stopped licking and pulled away. Something hard, yet rubbery brushed against her lips. She tried pulling off the blindfold to see what it was. Richard swatted her hands away.
“Suck it.”
She hesitated.
Richard bent down closer to her ear. “I want to see you play with it like you did online.”
This time she obeyed. Olivia wrapped her mouth around the dildo as he moved it in and out. He abruptly pulled it away and moved to the side of her. Olivia held her breath for what was to come. Richard eased the toy inside her. Her tight walls relaxed, giving into its size. He began pumping it in her. It felt so good. She moved her hips back against it, taking it in.
“That’s it, take it, baby. Take it all.”
“Yes, oh yes!” she screamed.
Olivia was on fire. She was ready to cum, but Richard didn’t let her. He pulled the toy out, slid her down off the counter, and guided her to another room. The cold floor beneath her feet turned into soft carpet. She assumed they were in the bedroom. They stopped walking.
Richard pulled her arms, directing her to the floor. Olivia stuck out her hand and felt a soft blanket beneath her. She lay down flat. He lifted her up to her knees and spread them apart. She flinched from his gentle touch as he inserted a finger and began moving it around, sliding in and out her juices.
Her vagina throbbed from the fingering. She wanted him inside her so badly. She knew by now that he was enjoying toying with her, so she remained patient. Olivia’s nectar eased down, ready to spill out
.
Richard stopped fingering her and started licking her. This time, it was different. His tongue made loops around her clit as he licked and lapped away. She tried grabbing his head and pushing him in further, but he used his arms to hold her down. With her bottom up in the air, it wasn’t hard for him to do. His tongue dove deeper into her pearl. She thrust back on his face. It felt amazing, and she didn’t want it to end.
“You like that, baby?” he mumbled against her.
“Yes,” came her raspy reply.
The licks turned to sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of her secret hole. She tensed. He was driving her insane. Her legs went limp, falling apart.
Richard flipped her over and sucked her swollen breasts. He moved away from her, and moments later, she felt his rod rub across her lips. She opened her mouth, accepting him. Olivia began sucking on it as he glided it in and out of her mouth. His member was rock hard.
“Yes, suck my cock.”
He lowered himself on her, and once again, his mouth was on her mound. She was in bliss. The only sounds coming from her were those of unadulterated pleasure. The sucking stopped.
“Yes put it in me, baby,” Olivia begged.
His rod found her hole, and he pounded inside her. She was ready to explode.
Oh my god! I’m coming! I am really freaking cumming!
Olivia had never experience such pleasure. Her walls pulsated and gripped his member as he dove insider her.
“Yes, yes, oh yes!” she screamed.
Richard stiffened and released in her, then collapsed on top of her. Olivia removed the blindfold.
“This is what happens when you torture me so, love,” he said between breaths. He held her tight as they lay there as one.
Chapter Twenty-six
Olivia sat at her desk as she deleted the remaining six voice messages she had from Travis. Why he thought she should answer his questions at four o’clock in the morning on a Sunday was beyond her. Sunday was her day of rest.
“Olivia, so you are a party girl now? Where are my kids?”
Delete.
“I am serious, Olivia, who the hell has my kids while you are out whoring around?”
Not like he cared about spending time with them before now.
Delete.
“You think you’ve won, but you haven’t. It’s far from over.”
Delete.
“Clear all messages? Press one for yes, or two for no
,” the voice on her cell phone asked.
She quickly pressed one. It was a waste of her time listening to the rest.
She’d had one heck of a weekend with Richard. Travis was the last person she felt like listening to. Richard made her feel brand new, and she was on cloud nine.
Looking up, she saw Brandon heading her way to blow her high. If she hadn’t just come from break, she would have gone on one to avoid him.
“Olivia, we need you in a meeting right now,” he said with a cheesy grin on his face.
“Okay.” She gave him the side eye as she slowly rose from her seat and followed him to the conference room.
Everyone’s attention was on her as she walked passed. Something was wrong. She scanned Anita’s area to see if she was at her desk. Nope.
Brandon opened the small conference room’s door and ushered her in. Mr. Hanley, the regional director, and the VP were sitting on the other side. Brandon was the token sent to get her. She swallowed hard. This couldn’t be good.
“Have a seat, Olivia,” the VP said.
Reluctantly, she did as instructed. She was nervous but confident at the same time. Her track record was flawless for the company. Olivia had gone over and beyond all of her duties to include doing most of their work.
“You do know the companies policy on working two jobs, right?” Mr. Hanley said.
“Yes.”
Instant moisture formed under her armpits.
“So, you know that you are required to bring it to our attention, and we have to approve it,” Mr. Hanley said.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“It’s come to our attention that you have a second job,” the regional director said.
Olivia remained silent. She wasn’t going to answer until she could fully comprehend the gravity of the situation.
“Not only a second job, but one that is
distasteful
,” he spat. The CEO’s green eyes bore into her skin. “We received a pretty serious email this morning. Actually Mr. Hanley did and it included graphic photos of someone who looks very similar to you.” He slid a manila folder across the table to her.
Olivia almost laughed when she opened it. She’d braced herself to see naked pictures, but they were her profile pictures from
The Playhouses
, nothing graphic at all. She was in lingerie, no more than what you would see in an advertisement. But still, how did they get them? Attached to the photo was a statement that read: How well do you know your employee?
“How do you explain these?” the regional director asked.
“Pictures I took for my husband.” It was a believable. If they were still married, he could’ve taken them.
“That is strange because he’s the one who emailed us, saying you work on this site,
The Playhouse
.”
Refusing to let another untruth pass her lips, she rubbed her temples before answering. Olivia knew she was already finished. She could’ve told them that her husband put the pictures on there without her knowledge to get back at her but wouldn’t give these old bastards the satisfaction of her pleading. “Well, I guess he got them off the site then.”
“So you are admitting that the pictures are you,” Mr. Hanley said.
“Yep, and that I do less work on it and make way more. As a matter of fact, I don’t have to kiss anyone’s ass or do their work.” Her face was a stone.
All four of them sat there, glaring at her as if she’d lost her mind. She had, for working the past decade for them.
“Are you saying you quit?” the regional director asked.
“Not at all.”
Nope, you are going to have to fire me, bucko. And give me my severance package. I wasn’t that crazy
.
“Well, in light of these circumstances, we cannot keep you on board. We have a reputation to keep,” the VP said.
“Oh, I understand. We can’t have that, can we?” She raised her eyebrow, looking him directly in the eye.
“Mr. Winston, I think she is mocking you.” Brandon gasped.
“I think she is mocking you. Don’t you have anything better to do? Why are you even in here? You are not in charge of me, or have any authority over me?” she snapped.
“I am here because I was told to be.” He crossed his arms in defiance.
“You’re in here because of your skin color. So what, the three of you couldn’t handle me?” She looked across the table at each of them. “You can’t handle the woman you sent out to all of your corporate meetings, because you either had no clue what was going on or could care less. The woman who has to sit with you on a conference call and hand you highlighted files or notes. Did you actually think that he could help you out? All he can do is keep kissing your ass.” She laughed.
“Get out, leave the premises now!” the VP screamed at her like she was a criminal. His bald head had turned red; sweat beads formed around the crown.
“You’re regional director friend won’t be able to help you with this one,” Mr. Hanley said with a smirk.
“I’m not the one who will need the help.” She stood up. “I’ll leave. Just don’t forget my severance package. And please don’t try to screw me over. I have more dirt than you know, on all of you. I would gladly help bring about a class action law suit. Remember, I’m…I was the HR manager.”
She let the doors of the conference room slam behind her. Then she went to her office. No need to give her a box and have security over her shoulder. There was nothing of theirs she wanted.
“Olivia, oh my God. So, it’s true. I just heard about it. I can’t believe they are firing you,” Anita said as she made her way back to her floor.
“No worries, I have always had a backup plan. Call me later, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Olivia brushed past her to get to her desk. She snatched up the picture of her boys and her thumb drive, along with her certificates off the wall and stormed out. Olivia had to laugh to herself. She’d yet to forward the final report compiled from the Eastern Offices to the ones on the West Coast. They could try their best to find them on her computer, which it wasn’t on. It was on the thumb drive she’d just dropped in her pocket.
“Hold on!” Anita was running down the hall, trying to catch her.
Olivia stepped on the elevator and didn’t bother to hold it open.
Anita slid in just in time. “What are you going to do?”
“Stay black and die,” Olivia spat. The words she’d heard all her life had no truer meaning than now. As a black person, the only guarantee one had was they’d stay black and eventually die.
“Olivia, I am serious. What are you going to do?” Her mouth hung open.
“I am too. I’m sick of people like them. I have money saved up. I’ll be okay.”
“Well, I’m rooting for you.” She gave Olivia a hug.
The elevator opened on the first floor. She stepped off, leaving Anita and People’s Insurance behind.
Chapter Twenty-seven
A week had passed. Olivia had fallen into a funk. She wasn’t answering the phone or checking her voice mail. Her purpose in life was to get up and get the boys ready for school, make them dinner when they got home, and staying in the bed the rest of the time.
Olivia felt brave when she walked out the building, but the next day, reality hit her smack dab in the forehead. She was terrified. She had no clue how to start a business.
Ding dong, ding dong.
She wasn’t in the mood for company. The door could be ignored, just like her cell which had been ringing nonstop. The only reason it was on now was in case the school called. The ringing stopped. Olivia rolled over and got back comfortable.
“Get up! Get your ass out the bed. Go wash your ass. Get up!” Angela screamed, waving the spare key.
“Go away.” She pulled the cover over her head.
“We are not going anywhere,” Devon said.
“We have been calling you for days. We’re sick of this.” Angela snatched the covers off her. “Go, get in the shower, brush your teeth, and get back out here. If you don’t do it, I will drag you in there and wash you up myself.”
Olivia gave her the death stare and marched to the bathroom. She wasn’t that far gone. Olivia had been taking baths but getting back in her pajamas when she finished. Glancing in the mirror, she saw how terrible she looked. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair was all over her head. She turned on the shower, took off her clothes, and stepped in.