A Woman's Touch

Chapter 2: A Bad Day

Hands tied, mouth gagged, I’m waiting patiently on soft, satin sheets. I can hear steps, heels emphasizing their presence making me aware I’m not alone.

A finger tracing my bodice, as if they made this art as I was simply the canvas. A ticklish sensation of several leather straps gliding down my body, the goosebumps rising.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you Omi?" I nod my head no since I couldn’t speak. Her voice deep with such desire it makes me want to rub my thighs despite them being pulled apart.

She leans in to leave her hot breaths to kiss the side of my face.

I was a blushing mess.

"I want everything Om-."

My alarm clock rings once again waking me from my sweet dream. I groan in annoyance, my left arm covering my eyes from the soft morning glow rising. I breathe in deeply as I try to calm myself down from the excitement. However, my legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they begin to rub each other as I feel a wet sensation down there.

I look to my right to notice I had woken an hour early. Contemplating to have the time to touch myself as I think it would only take a few minutes.

I slide my hand underneath the covers. Inhaling deeply as my desire once again rises making my body feel hot all over. I could no longer handle myself. To restrain myself from touching.

My other hand flicking the soft buds to become harden. My eyes close reliving the wet dream I just had.

Her eyes.

Her soft yet hard piercing eyes penetrating their way into my soul. With a snap of her fingers, if she desired, I would have stripped myself ready for her.

My fingers begin to flick the engorged, blushing bud. My secretions becoming more prominent as I begin to make myself reach my high.

Think of her hands softly rubbing my body. The thought of her mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses on my chest and stomach. Her tongue sweeping around my cunt to eat up the juice I have graciously want to give her.

My finger inside: one, two, three. Penetrating my core to create a torrent of havoc inside my cunt.

Three fingers pumping in and out of my p***y. My other hand groping my breasts, teasing the n*****s to harden in desire.

"Give me everything Omi."

“Mm... ah,” moaning uncontrollably to the rise of my peak.

Hands flicking in and out to bring me the big O. I want it, I want it so bad. The desire building up to the main point.

Her.

I want her.

All of her.

Every single element that makes her who she is, I want to make her mine.

“Uh... oh... ooh... ahh... f**k!!!” the release of my gushing waves explode onto my hand as I let go of my desire.

For a minute, I’m unmoving, thinking about what I could do to my boss if she were ever mine.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t ponder on that thought as my phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Omi!” It was my mothers shrieking voice that ruined the whole mood. There goes my orgasm.

“Yes?” I was not ready to hear her once again to complain about my big move.

“When are you coming home?” Very demanding.

“Well, I am very busy at the moment but I promise I’ll visit soon mother.” I cannot deal with any of this at this moment.

“Don’t think we have forgotten your little episode Omi.” How could I forget? She keeps reminding me every time we speak on the phone.

“Thanks for being so supportive. I must go, I’m working goodbye mother!” I hang as quickly as possible.

She doesn’t know that my father is helping me with rent, and everything else in general.

This day could have been pleasant if my mother hadn’t ruined my sweet bliss from orgasm.

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I make it in time to work reaching my cubicle as Henry sits there typing away. The minute my bottom has reached my chair he’s already on the move to inform of the latest gossip.

“Omi are you ready to hear what I’m about to say?” He asks me.

“Not really.” Henry flinches from my attitude as it turns sour.

“Ooh... what’s got your panties in a twist?” He asks as I take a long gulp from my cup of coffee.

“My mom,” I mention.

Henry stiffs as his smile disappear as quickly as my mood had gone. He knows of my situation back home.

“What did she say?” He asks me, the tone of his voice becoming serious and sincere.

“Something along the lines of ‘you messed up Omi and you need to come home’ type of conversation. Although, she did manage to ruin my orgasm with just a simple hello.” As much as I love my mother and father. I couldn’t stay home knowing there’s more out there for me.

“Well don’t be so down, we might find you someone to cuddle up with in the morning to calm down that pretty kitty of yours.” Such a s*x addict.

“You and your love of sex.” I roll my eyes as I turn my computer on to type away a few more articles that are due in a few days.

“Honey the difference between you and me is I have a lot more s*x than your p***y will ever see. You can have a lot of fun with dicks.” Henry brings his cherry lollipop out and sucks on it emphasizing the d***s part.

“Mm and you know what’s also fun to play with, a v****a, can you believe women actually have more pleasure than men?” Henry growls at me as I throw some rolled up tape at him and it lands on his sweater.

“Ugh... of course, throw the tape on my sweater and let the glue stick to it.” We both laugh as we continue to finish our work.

A few hours go by and we head off to our break, we’re waiting in line at the cafeteria.

“Omi I have tickets to go see Aaliyah in concert this week! What do you say? You in?” Henry loves Aaliyah.

“Sure I’ll go.” As we make it to the front of the register, I take my wallet out to give the lady my change but she declines me.

“No need Omi. Your lunch has already been paid for.” My eyes widen in surprise as the lady mentions this to me.

“Really Macy? By who?” I ask.

“Mrs. Petrovo, she mentioned that any item you buy here in the cafeteria will be through her. Enjoy your lunch Omi.” I stare at her strangely and I walk away feeling weird.

Everyone begins to stare at me, some even beginning to whisper.

“Wow Omi, how’d you get the boss to buy your lunch?” Henry whispers in my ear as we sit down on the way back so no eyes would stare at me.

“I didn’t. We spoke once yesterday and she bought my lunch, I didn’t think she was going to buy it again and again.” I was becoming flustered, I don’t know what I did that would make it okay for her to do this but it’s most likely going to affect my job and co-workers around me.

Already Henry is asking to have a piece of the pie. What pie!?

As I entered the office space, everyone’s eyes seemed to linger a little longer than usual on me. I look behind to see if anyone was behind me that they were possibly looking at, no they were staring at me.

I sit down feeling uncomfortable in my seat typing away another article as quickly as possible.

Time flies by and I no longer notice them staring at me anymore. Also, they begin to mind their own business, however, I was frustrated from this morning.

I leave my cubicle to go to the restroom. Inside the stall, I sit on the toilet and begin to let the tears fall. I couldn’t control my emotions and crying allows me to dispense all the pent-up negative energy I have inside of me.

I give myself a good cry in the restroom, clean myself up and return back to my desk to finish a couple of articles.

“You okay boo?” Henry asks and I nod my head just returning my head to work. Slipping my heels off of my feet, I slip on some pink slippers that were the shape of hello kitty. They were warm and comfortable for my aching feet.

My manager begins to walk up to our cubicle and stands on my left.

“Omi Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo will like to see you in her office precisely at this moment.” I stand up quickly leaving my desk. I entered the elevator as it chimes opening up, I couldn’t help but wonder I was forgetting something.

The elevator makes it to the 30th floor, the highest of this building. I step into the office and it was way more spacious than the one on the 13th floor.

“Hello, I’m Ms. Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo is expecting me?” I talk to the receptionist on my right as I step away from the elevator.

“Of course, right now she’s on a business call. I’ll tell you when to enter inside Ms. Takayuki.” At least she said my last name correct.

“Thank you.”

I wait in the waiting area by the white lounge couches. I turn around to notice a fish tank filled with Koi fish. All kinds of colored scales.

“Ms. Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo will see you now.”

I stand from the couch and straighten myself to be presentable.

“Oh! Ms. Takayuki-” I walk inside not noticing the secretary was speaking as I enter with Milan's back facing me.

“Hello Ms. Ta-” she stops speaking.

“Yes, Mrs. Petrovo? I heard you wanted to see me?” I ask as politely as possible.

“Um... I do but um...”

“Yes? What is it?” I ask as she stares at me intently.

“Your um... your shoes Omi.” Her eyes fall on my feet and I realize I had my slippers on this whole time.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry Mrs. Petrovo. I hadn’t realized I had my slippers on. I forgot all about them.” I am completely blushing like a red tomato.

“Oh no Omi, it’s okay, I understand that work can be very long and is women need to let our feet relax so I totally understand. Next time, I suggest to double check your whole attire before you meet with me again, is that understood.” One minute she was sweet, the next she cut right to the chase.

“Oh yes Mrs, Petrovo.” She motions for me to take a seat on one of the chairs. Her office was just as big as her floor. It was crisp white with no stain whatsoever.

It was pristine to perfection.

“Now I know you must be wondering why I called you up here. Well, from the expense report and our sales number, they have skyrocketed because of your articles. You really know how to persuade women into knowing what she is buying and I am surprised at what you have accomplished.” She mentions this all in one breath and I stay still with my mouth drop.

“Um... e-excuse me?” I stuttered as I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

“Omi I believe you are a great asset to this company and will benefit us more if we train you properly to be an executive in creative designs for not only to find what is hot in the streets but to be a supervisor for the article staff members with full pension and compatible hours.” I think I’m about to die.

“Oh my goodness, I really did well?” I ask still astonished by the news.

“Yes Omi, you have. You should be proud of what you have accomplished. With a bit of training, I have decided it would be best f you learned from the master which is me.” My heart had sunk into my stomach.

“R-really?”

“Yes, really, we start this week, I suggest going home taking the rest of the day off, get yourself situated and prepared for tomorrow’s events, we have a meeting in Philadelphia tomorrow at 3:00, can you handle the extra workload?” She asks me yet it sounded like a statement. As if she was daring me to question her judgment.

“Yes, I can work. I can do it Mrs. Petrovo.” I stand up to shake her hand, an electric feeling shocks through of fingertips as we touch hands.

We both gasp and smile at the same time.

“Woah, that was a shocker.” She comments.

“Guess you could say it’s coming from excitement.”

“To be quite frank, I’m excited as well. I can’t wait to teach you all of the things I know.”

By now I’m a blushing mess.

“Have a good day Omi.” She says this as we walk towards the elevator doors, her secretary off to somewhere else so we were alone but I stop realizing what I wanted to ask.

“Mrs. Petrovo, how do you know my name?” I ask but as I say it out loud I realize how stupid I sound. How could she not know her employees?

“I just do Omi, and please, call me Milan.”

The elevator closes on us, my breath caught by the intensity of Milan's eyes.

She was a woman to be reckoned with.