Fierce

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

True Colors

As I drove to work, I could feel my panties slide with every little movement. Parking my truck, I could see my assistant Donna, chatting with the other office girls at the water cooler and figured they were discussing their weekend this fine Monday morning.

“I got my house cleaned, did laundry and just laid by the pool, mostly. I didn’t want to do much because I figured this would be a busy week,” said Donna to Barb and Kim. “Is James still letting you do his work?” Asked Barb in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, every day he gives me more of his workload. They have him busy and he is not only giving me more to do, but he teaches me a lot about the projects. I really don’t mind the work but sometimes I get frustrated that I make so much less than him.” “At least, he’s not a big prick like Jeff!” stated Kim. “Oh Jeez, you don’t know the half of it! Jeff gives me every petty bullshit task and treats me like a bimbo.” Complained Barb. “James, has me do stuff for him that is well below my education and position. He makes me fetch coffee, pick up his dry-cleaning and stuff like that but mostly he treats me ok. Besides, I figure in about a year I will be ready to move to another company as an estimator rather than an assistant.” Stated Donna. “Well I for one wish I could do that now because Jeff is a self-important, sexist boor, and he doesn’t even know it!” said Barb. “We better get to work here comes James.” Said Kim as she headed to the front desk where she worked as the receptionist.

James walked through the front doors as Kim sat down at her desk, smiling big at James. “Good morning, Mr. Rose, how was your weekend?” James looked at Kim distracted. Kim was a good-looking young lady. Nice brown hair, a good smile overweight but very personable. “I had a great weekend. I hung out with an old friend and caught up!” said James approaching the front desk. My fear that everyone would know I was wearing panties distracted me, and this was the first real test. “Here are your messages, Mr. Rose.” Said Kim handing me a small stack of post-it notes. “Very cute?” Asked Kim. My blood ran cold thinking she noticed my panty lines. “What did you say?” I asked startled. Kim seemed rebuffed by my sharp retort. “I was wondering if your old friend is cute. I just assumed from your demeanor that your friend is a woman.” “Oh, I am sorry. Yes, she is an old friend from college, and she is beautiful.” “Have a great day, Mr. Rose.” “Thanks, Kim, you too.” When James was out of earshot, Kim whispered, “Yes Mr. Rose, my weekend was also good.”

I passed by Donna’s desk headed into my office. “Good morning, Mr. Rose.” She said with a sweet smile. Without acknowledging her greeting, I barked, “Donna, I need the Thomas file and a cup of coffee!” I walked past her without really noticing her. “Yes sir, right away.” Donna called after me. She slumped for a minute. Donna was wearing a new dress. Very professional and it really accentuated her figure, black with white trim at the bodice and sleeves. She wore nylons and white patent shoes with the expected 4-inch heels. She found James attractive and was disappointed he never really noticed her. Rather than stewing about his detachment, she grabbed the coffee and file as instructed.

When she arrived at my office, she saw with disappointment Jeff was hanging about. Then she walked up with her ever-present smile. Jeff looked her up and down hardly disguising his appraisal. Although Jeff was very attractive physically, Donna didn’t care for him. Jeff had a lean, tall figure, longish wavy hair, easy smile, and a southern accent. He was the old school and never seemed to realize that woman had value beside being barefoot and pregnant. Whenever he looked her way, she felt dirty. “Well, Donna, you look pretty like a handful of puppies?” Said Jeff in his lazy drawl. “Thank you, sir.” Was her curt reply. I looked up and gave her a nice smile, acknowledging briefly what Jeff had pointed out. Donna had black straight hair with bangs just above her perfect eyebrows. She had a voluptuous but athletic figure. Fair skin, startling green eyes, white teeth and she kept her lips bright red. She knew men liked to undress her with their eyes, but she was used to it. When she deposited my coffee and requested file, she turned on her heels and strutted out of my office. She felt Jeff’s eyes burning a hole through her dress and couldn’t get away quickly enough. “Darling, would you close the door on your way out?” Drawled Jeff as she left. “Yes, Mr. Blain.” She mumbled closing the door without a backward glance.

“Where the hell were you Friday night?” I asked. “I must have gotten a touch of the flu from lunch Friday. When I was driving home, my tummy began doing flip-flops. I busted it home because I had cramps something fierce. If traffic would have held me up any longer, it would have been a mite messy.” Explained Jeff. “I’m feeling pert now, but I just slept and watched sports all weekend. How about you, did you get lucky? I can’t help but notice you are plum smug today.” My face broke into a s**t-eating grin. “You would never believe who I met at the bar.” “Well considering y’all don’t know no one here I expect you are right!” Replied Jeff. “Remember me telling you about my college girlfriend?” “Yes, I reckon so since you talk about her all the time! What is her name I can’t rightly recall?” “Alexa is her name and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t at the bar with her colleague.” “When you say colleague do you mean male or female?” “Her name is Tiffany, and she is really hot as well!” “Well, ole boy perhaps you need to hook me up. I am always on the lookout for hot new tang.” “Oh, s**t I just remembered Tiffany has a mate.” “A Mate? What in the hell is that supposed to mean? Is she a damn lesbo?” “I think she might be, but she sure took a liking to me.” I smiled sitting back satisfied with my self-assessment of Tiff’s interest. As I did, I remembered my satin panties and quickly adjusted my posture to hide myself from Jeff under his desk. “Well then it’s settled I love helping the ladies realize they need what men have. Technology can only get the ladies so much. They always come back to the roster! Just the natural order! Let me know when and where pardner. Oh, so did you score?” I had no control as my face split into a huge smile. “Well judging by the smile I expect that filly is walking a bit saddle sore.” “Oh, damn Jeff it was a full weekend of never-ending s*x, food and fun in the sun!” I blurted out before I thought about it.

“Alexa has a pool?” Asked Jeff. “Yeah, she has an amazing house. I thought I was doing well, but she is setting the world on fire!” “What is Alexa’s last name, James?” “Fiera.” “Holy s**t boy your long-lost love is Alexa Fiera of Distinctive Developments?! This Tiffany is Tiff Modus I expect.” “Yeah, I think her name is Modus.” “Do you know what people call Distinctive Developments?” asked Jeff. “Yeah, I think Alexa said they call them Double D.” “All you gotta do is look at the babes who work there, no brainer. I am sure glad we don’t have to compete against them chicks. They got God given advantages. Who can resist their outstanding features! I heard they only hire babes with D-cups or better.” “I didn’t talk much business with Alexa, but I can tell you she’s more than just a gorgeous woman. She is really smart and exceptionally driven to succeed.” “Sure, keep telling yourself that nonsense. Women in business are most likely sluts who find their way to the top through satin sheets!” “Damn dude you are way behind the times!” “Perhaps but I still know how to break a filly. See what you can do to get us a double date with Alexa and that hot b***h Tiffany. I can show y’all how to rope a lesbo. Gotta bounce.” We both laughed as he opened my door and headed back to his office.

I sat back for a moment daydreaming about Alexa and our incredible weekend. I kept reaching for my phone. My desire to text or call Alexa was overwhelming. Never before had I felt so desperate to talk with a girl. I was always the type to make them call me and never a concern that they would not do so. This feeling was pervasive, thoughts of Alexa and a need to hear her voice or feel her touch was so distracting I did not understand how to handle this new development. Finally, I tore my mind back to the reality of Monday morning. “Donna, I need you!” I bellowed. I saw Donna’s head pop up on demand and she glided through my door with her winning smile. “Yes, Mr. Rose?” “Donna, I need you to take my laundry to the cleaners this morning. I need it back before the end of the day otherwise I won’t have any clothes for tomorrow.” I pointed to the end of my desk where I left my bag of clothes. “Yes, Mr. Rose. I will go immediately.” She bent over to grab my laundry and I noticed she had a very nice outfit. She turned to leave, and I called after her. “Donna wait.” She stopped and turned to face me. “Yes, Mr. Rose?” She asked with her ever-present smile. “Is that a new outfit?” Her face lit up as she said, “Yes Mr. Rose. Do you like it?” “You look very nice. It really accentuates your figure, but it is very professional and appropriate.” “Thank you, Mr. Rose, but may I be excused I need to get to the cleaners quickly or you will have to borrow my dress tomorrow!” She laughed and turned around, exited my office, and left on my errand. Taken aback I pondered my assistant’s wit. Donna was quick on her feet with that comment. Perhaps I should pay more attention to her abilities.

Jeff told me Donna interviewed for my job and was qualified. I never really gave it much thought. She was a very good assistant and was capable of everything I ever asked of her. I pondered whether she was a threat to me and my position. Another thought came to me. Did I get this position over Donna because I am male? Alexa spoke of ‘male privilege’, but I never experienced the opposite. ‘female privilege’, I guess would be the opposite, but I didn’t exercise such nonsense. In retrospect, I never worked as a hiring authority, so this indignity was never in my power to bestow. Wow, where did this thought come from. I have always been compassionate, but this is my job. Perhaps I would reconsider my relationship with Donna. We could accomplish so much more if I acknowledged her abilities and helped her develop in any way I could.

Alexa strolled into Double D laptop over her shoulder to see Jaqueline sitting at the reception desk. “Good morning, Jaqueline. How are you this morning?” “I am sleepy, but I had a busy weekend Ms. Fiera.” “Well that makes two of us. But mine was extremely fun. I reconnected with James.” She said with a mysterious smile. “I bet there is a fun story based upon that satisfied grin.” Alexa just nodded and continued to smile as Jaqueline handed her a file. Jaqueline was Tiffanies mate. She had shoulder length auburn hair, a dark complexion, deep brown eyes, and a slightly big up swept nose. Her body was athletic with a taut bubble butt and large breasts. She always dressed professional but sexy. Tight dresses and tall heels to showcase her feminine curves. “Ms. Fiera I just heard from Mr. Spellman and Mrs. Strong, they will be here in about 30 minutes for the conference.” “Is Tiff here yet?” “Yes, she is waiting for you in the conference room.” “Excellent my dear. Please bring us tea and biscuits when you have a moment.” “Right away, Ms. Fiera.” With that Alexa whisked off to meet Tiffany.

Alexa clicked into the conference room her heels announcing her entrance. Tiffany looked up from her computer and smiled. “Tiff I had the best weekend of my life!” Glowed Alexa. “You look like you made up for lost time. I need to hear all about it!” “In a moment. I also figured out how we will win this deal.” “No way what are the magical formulae? I think the egotistical caveman Bert got a commitment on a beautiful piece of land. I am afraid that may sink us.” “Tiffany Modus please indulge me as I show you our ace in the hole.” Alexa pulled a sheet of paper from her laptop bag. She handed it to Tiffany, who had a tentative smile on her face. “What’s this Alexa a photocopy of microfiche?” “Yes, just read it!” Insisted Alexa.