The Ebony Alpha

"Mario. Please!" The strained but quiet pleads were soon followed by a soul-piercing scream. Then there was silence. The silence was long enough to give the false sense that the worst was over. But it was never over. "Hi beautiful," always came after the silence, and then red fills the memory. Like blood had been poured over it. I shot up and grabbed my throat. It always burned after that nightmare, but there was never anything to feel. It always felt like someone had ripped my throat out at the end of the dream, but there was never any pain or blood to indicate I had been touched. After pulling myself into the present, I became very aware of the sweat covering my skin despite the room being freezing cold. Before I could get out of bed to go take a shower, I was made aware that I had an audience. "Good morning baby," Chase said with a sleepy smile. "Looks like you had some fun without me this morning." I can see his eyes moving down to the sweat dripping off of my bare breasts. "Want to go for a round two?" he asks as he starts to knead one of my n*****s in his hand. "Um pass," I respond as I try to pull away from his touch and off the bed. Chase is faster though, and soon I am pulled back into the bed. He climbs on top of me and pins my arms above my head. "You gotta be quicker than that," Chase says into my neck then works his way up and gently kisses me on the lips. Despite the heat, his breath is almost minty. With my eyes open, I half-heartedly kiss him back, waiting for this moment to pass. A smile grows across Chase's face while other parts of him begin to grow as well. Not sure if I am getting turned on or growing annoyed, I decided to go with the latter because I don’t have time for this. To complete my decision, I bite down hard on Chase’s lip until he finally pulls back in pain. Without hesitation, I push him to the side and quickly get out of bed. "b***h!" Chase snaps as he wipes blood from his lip and looks at it. "I am and it sucks for you that you like it," I say before leaning in to kiss him on the nose and then slapping him in the face just hard enough that Chase wasn't sure if I was flirting or intentionally trying to add insult to injury. Before he could respond, I bolted out of the door. When I get to work, I am greeted by a sea of worried faces. While the facial expressions would not usually bother me, it was how people looked at me as if they knew something I didn’t know that caused me to sweat a little. I made my way to my office and closed the door behind me. As I am pulling off my jacket and about to sit down, my door swings open. “Morning. The boss wants to talk to you,” says the rude intruder. Ragen stands in my doorway with a smug smile on her face. While I hate to admit it, she is a beautiful girl. She is built like something between a porn star and a model, one that wasn’t manufactured for i********:. Her hair is blond, and her legs are long; she looks like the secretary you worry is trying to f**k your husband. I briefly think back to when we first met. Chase and I were at Robbie’s, a bar close to my place, and we saw her standing alone. I somehow took pity on her and asked her to join us for drinks. She seemed so nice and innocent then. Well, until she had had a few too many shots. Suddenly, she was a woman possessed. She turned to me and kissed me with unexpected hunger. As quickly as she did it, she released me from her lips. I remember her leaning against me at the bar with a slight slur telling me I tasted good and she bet my p***y tasted like a vanilla chocolate swirl. Who would have thought taking pity on some random girl in a bar would lead to something worthy of a Jerry Springer episode? And as I looked at Ragen eyeing me from the doorway, I knew that the s**t show was only about to get worse. I walked into Darren’s office, and HR was with him. I knew this was bad when Michelle was in the office, and I began to scramble my brain to think of why she would be joining the meeting. “Have a seat, Laila,” Darren directed me to the chair across from him. He looked ill. As if all the blood had drained from his face and he was about to pass out. “Laila, it has been brought to our attention that there is a video of you in this office doing something…” Michelle pauses, and her face starts to turn red as she continues, “...something inappropriate.” I am immediately confused. What video did they see of me in the office? While an office scene was definitely on my s*x bucket list, I can easily say it has not been crossed off the list. “What kind of video is it? I ask both of them. The strained look on Darren’s face deepens, and he asks to excuse himself. He rushes past me then Michelle looks at me. She sighs and proceeds to dig a phone out of her bag. “I’m not supposed to show you this, but you have got to see it,” Michelle says as she hands me the phone. A moan immediately comes out of the small speaker followed by my name. I watch in horror as a face appears and it is mine. “So you are just recording porn sessions here in the office? And I know that wasn’t Chase. What the f**k Laila?” Michelle shakes her head and grabs the phone. “That wasn’t me,” I exclaimed, but even I didn’t believe my words. What in the hell is going on?