Mysterious Woes

The Promotion

My back was to the door. The lights of the city glaring in from the floor to ceiling window, far above the street lights of Cape Town. It was far past time to go home. Three hours to be exact. But my mind couldn't rest. Couldn't form homely thoughts. Work was my refuge now. My anchor to this selfish world of ours.

Lawyers were like sharks on the outside, but within they could be crumbling apart at the seams. I took another gaze out the window, happy to see that the street beneath me was empty of cars. All had gone home. Except for one lonely motorcycle standing a few meters down. It gleamed in my eyes and I closed my lids for a few seconds, envisioning what it would be like to be that daring. That reckless.

The door behind me creeped open, making me nearly spill my tea in fright. I spun on my heels and looked towards the intruder. "f**k! You scared the living s**t out of me!" I exclaimed, a wild look to my eyes. It was but a simple intern. No doubt she was doing work for her boss. They always suck up to the higher ups. She had a rough look to her. Short spiked fiery red hair, tattoos lining her arms. A pant suite that bordered on a man's. So unlike what I was wearing. Your typical shark look. With just barely enough ink on my collar bone to show. "I didn't mean it! Sorry! I thought I was alone in the building!" The woman fired back, holding up her hands in submission.

Her hair was too bright. Too unnatural. And yet it sent my spine ablaze to think about touching it. "It's fine. Just come in and close the door, the light is spoiling the view." I said in a clipped tone. For a brief moment she muttered something under her breath. It angered me when people didn't have the balls to say what they want to out loud. When you say something, say it because you want to be heard, not because you want to have the privilege of being asked what is on your mind. I turned sharply back to my view. My spine erected, my shoulders laid back, I commented on her mumbling. "Say what you want to say and stop mumbling. You won't get anywhere in this industry if you don't speak the f**k up." I cursed and walked towards the window. It was silent for a few seconds before she spoke.

"I said that the view is perfect in this f*****g light because the lights makes the red satin shirt glare even more. Which in turn enhances your breasts."

I was stunned silent for what felt like years. Someone had actually spoken up against me. Me. The head of the office. The founder of this established organization. Top dog of South Africa's leading firm. "Well if you have to know, my bra and panties matches the shirt." I stated matter-of-factly and sipped my tea again. The liquid was scalding but sweet in nature. Sweet tea, with no milk or cream. Scalding, just like my gaze. "Well I wouldn't mind finding out for myself." Suddenly she was standing right behind me, her lips pressed against my ear. The contact sent shivers running on the surface of my skin. "What if I'm not in the mood to play with little girls." I replied coolly, sipping my tea again. "You look to be, what, 21?" She purred into my ear. Obviously this girl doesn't know who I am.

"Fine... I'll bite... what would you do to me if you could have me right now." I asked in a dull tone. It was fun having someone oppose you when so many others fall at your feet. Even though she did just that when I commanded her to speak up. I sense defiance tangled closely with loyalty. This should be interesting. "I would turn you around and press you against the window like this." She answered and flipped my back against the window. Her arms kept a firm hold on my hips. "I'd lean in to your neck and kiss it tenderly... several times of course." She whispered and leaned in towards my neck. I bucked my hips right there, sending her a few feet from me. "What the hell?" She asked flabbergasted. "I told you. I don't play with little girls." I articulated perfectly. A smirk tugging at my lips. Let's see how far she was willing to take this. "Well I like dark women... so don't play with me... I'll play with you." She breezed out and jumped closer. Her hips dug into my own as we collided with the extra thick glass behind me. Instinctively my right leg hitched up and over her ass, but with the too tight fabric, my motion was limited. Steel grey eyes caught with mine in a penetrating gaze. The contact left me feeling rubbed raw. It thrilled me even more. I dove at her lips. A fierce kiss on my mind. Our lips met and with the first contact, they fought for dominance. My hands took hold of what little hair she had at the back of her head and I tugged down.

The move made her gasp, giving me leverage to plunge my tongue into her mouth. The smooth organ rippled and pulsed against my own, thus another battle begun. My hips automatically started bucking with the fierce battle of tongues. She took this as an opportunity and shoved her knee between my thighs, making even more friction between us. It brought a moan to my lips which cascaded over her ears. I lost the battle. She moved over to my neck again, nipping and licking my soft skin from the base of my throat up. Probably leaving marks all the way. Hot breath found my ear and started sucking my lobe, nipping it every now and again. The action brought heat to my neck and back. Wetness to my groin. Suddenly the skirt I was wearing was too tight. In a small effort to relieve the right confines, I tugged at it helplessly. The woman saw and bent down onto her knees. She gripped the hem of my skirt and tugged. The fabric ripped open until it was only my waistband keeping it up. Before I could do anything else, she started biting and kissing me from my left knee up. The feeling was intoxicating. I couldn't help but shove her head closer to my groin.

With a small grunt, she rimmed my panty and stood before me again. Lust shone in her eyes. Yearning coated my satin panties. "They do indeed match." She whispered and dove for my mouth again. Our tongues explored each other once again. Feeling. Needing. Touching every inch of each other. Her knee found itself between my legs once more, but this time it had a greater determination. I synced with its rhythm, giving me a heady feel. When she broke the kiss, she broke the buttons of my shirt as well. They tumbled to the floor, but I couldn't care. Another moan ripped through my mouth as she bit down above my collarbone. It was a heady mix. I tangled my hands in her hair again, pushing her closer to me. Roughly she grabbed both of them and shoved them above my head.

My wrists will have blue marks on them in the morning. Her glaring gaze told me to stay put. And that is what I did. In a hurried flutter, she tore off my bra in a swift motion. Her tongue and teeth found my right n****e as her hand found my left. She tugged and toyed and circled it until it felt like I was ready to explode. My own c*m now dripped down my thigh. She pulled away just long enough to blow on my n****e, making it even harder than it was. The sensation sent my head pressing back against the glass. Her hand toyed with my left n****e, flicking it every now and again. Another bite to my neck, this time she turned it into a mighty fine hickey. For a moment it stole my breath away. Felt like fire licking up my insides. The pain burned into a flaming urge to c*m right there on her.

She grabbed my hips with both hands and lowered herself to my groin. My arousal was plain to see, but I wasn't trying to hide it. My ego wouldn't let me. Her lapping tongue made sure to leave another hickey close to the sensitive part next to my groin. The feeling brought me another heady response. In a swift motion, she hoisted me up off the ground, her hands gripping my ass fiercely. Ornaments and flowers went flying as she cleared the table with a jolt. My back crashed to the table, pain rippling through me and pooling in my panties. With trained fingers, she traced my panties hem and shredded the fabric down the middle as to gain easy access. By now I was clawing at the tables edges. One move and she would have me at heaven's gates. More moans. My back arched at just her breathing on my now enlarged and pink c**t. Once her tongue touched the gentle nub, I could feel myself inching closer to ecstasy. She lapped it in circles and spirals that made me soon forget that I was even on earth. I climbed closer and closer to my relief, but at the last second, she plunged two fingers inside of me. The action left a gasp stuck in my throat. Let a scream run into the air. She was pleased with my action. So much so that her pace picked up.

Her fingers found my spot instantly and she went to work. She thrusted in and out of me with a rough pace, finding my spot each time she entered me. All the while her tongue circled my c**t. With a final thrust, the walls around my broke. A feral scream ripped through me as the shocks took place. A wave crashed into my body, rocking me any way it wanted. And I loved it. I loved for it. The ecstasy climbed over my skin and as she came up and kissed me a last time, even that touch made me feel as if I was in heaven.

"Thank you for the sweet tea." She said and smiled at me seductively. "I hope you understand now how to take what you want." I mused at her as we walked down the hall to my office. "I understand perfectly." She stopped and turned towards me. "I want you." She growled and lunged for me again. The kiss was passionate and heady. "No. All you want is my position." I broke the kiss and replied.

"Why do I want that when you are an intern, just as I." She stated confused. I shook my head. This girl really had no idea. "Oh no darling. I'm the CEO of this facility." I winked and sauntered into my office.

"Now, would you like me to show you who is the boss... maybe on my table perhaps?" I asked... knowing full well this girl was getting a promotion.