Dream Tales

A Sticky Situation

After finishing up my morning paperwork, I decided to stop by the staff cafeteria on my way to my venue. Upon entering the cafeteria, I see one of my co-workers that I actually like, Patricia; we call her Pat for short. " Hey girlie!" Pat said when she saw me. She had her arms wide open waiting for me to come in for the hug. " Pat. I don't wanna." I groaned, embracing her in a child-hug equipped with flailing arms and to my side and a decripped waddle. " Oh, poor baby. Tell Pat what happened." She cooed to me as she rocked me side to side. " I got out of her embrace to look her dead in the eye as I said one word that described my whole hour of work, so far today. " Prichard." She took a moment to look in my eyes and then she pulled me into a big bear hug as she continued to coo.

" Oh honey, that mean four-eyed know-it-all got to already? So sorry. But hey, look on the bright side." Pat said as she pulled me out of her calming hug so that she could look me in the eye again. You won't have to worry about seeing that creep anymore today. You only see him like once a day as it is. So count this as a weird blessing in disguise, right? She said with a forced enthusiastic grin, as if she had to actually put effort behind anything good that dealt with Prickhard, I mean Prichard. " I guess. Yeah." I said with a defeated look to the ground. " Yeah, you're right. Prick... I mean Prichard is a one-a-day stomach pain. I had that stomach pain early in the day, so there should be happy colon and bowels for the rest of the day!" I said with actual optimism, as I held my head up high. " There you go!" Pat said matching my enthusiasm." Now, lets get some grub, this Filly is hungry." She placed her right arm on my right shoulder as we marched into the cafeteria.

We were immediately met by the most gorgeous male. He stood 6'5 and not even his well-tailored charcoal gray suit could hide his muscular physique. His skin was the color of mahogany and his bone structure looked like Boris Kodjoe, Idris Elba, the physique of Henry Simmons. "Yummy." Pat said with an lustful pur. He was so close to us, that I know he had to have overheard Pat.This beautiful specimen of a man did not seem phased by her sexist comment.

He just kept looking at me with a longing, lustful need. I was the first to break the awkward silence that had befallen us. " Um, excuse me...us. We didn't see you there, um?' I looked around his jacket for a name tag like the rest of us were required to wear. There was no name tag or ID badge anywhere visible on his person. "Mars. Marcellous Hunjaba. And who did I have the pleasure of running into?" He asked with such a smooth velvety bass that sent a flutter through my heart and caught my breath. "I uh... I'm.. My name is..." I stupidly stuttered. Right on cue Pat stepped in front of me and extended her left hand. " My name is Patricia Roffman, stage manager at the water venue. And I am very pleased to have ran into such a beautiful strong man, such as yourself, Mr. Hunjaba."

I rolled my eyes at her desperate display, as she vied for his attention. Pat was always thirsty for a man, any man. One as gorgeous as this person, he was a delicious piece of cake waiting for Pat to eat up. True to his debinaire characteristic, Mr. Hunjaba shook Pat's hand, and said, "Please to meet you, Patricia Roffman. And who might you be? He as asked, looking past Pat to eye me? "I'm Sha...Sha..." Pat looked between me and Mr. Hunjaba and said," Oh for Christ's sake! This is Shanea. Their name is Shanea Rae."

"Nice to meet you Shanea Rae. What is it that you do in the park?" I looked at Mr. Hunkjaba, I mean Mr. Hunjaba's eys and held his gaze those hazel eyes seemed to be looking into my soul. He had such amazing eyes that I could stared into forever. After staring at him for what only seemed like milliseconds to me, I got a sharp elbow to the chest from Pat, disproving my estimation of time. "I am sorry what did you ask me?" I turned away shyly.

"He asked what you do it the park. Darn girl you sure that dog you hit this morning didn't knock something loose?!" Pat questioned. "You hit a dog, this morning?" Mr. Hunjaba asked with peaked interest. "Oh, uh yeah, it didn't look like any dog I had ever seen. It was massive like a wolfhound but bigger, if that even makes any sense. I hit him, or at least I think it was a him, on my way to the park. I called 911 but by the time someone answered; he had growled at me. It was so scary. So I sorta, kinda punched it in the snot and then it took off." I said rambling on recounting the odd experience I had. "Oh. That it is...interesting." Mr. Hunjaba said with a grin, trying to hold back a laugh. I didn't understand what was so funny about hitting a poor dog, a mean dog, but still... "What's so funny about that?" I asked unamused by his response. "It is not funny that you hit a dog with your car; but it is quiet funny how you reacted to it growling at you. Sorry if I had insulted you in any way. Let's change the subject. You still have not told me what it is you do in the park?" I held his gaze for a moment, still a bit peeved at him laughing at my interaction from this morning. Pat once again nudged me on my shoulder and I shrugged off the annoyed facial features. "I am a stage manager for the costume characters." I responded. " And what does one do as a stage manager for costume characters." Hunjaba asked still amused about the situation.

" Well a stage manager in my position works with a lot of younger people, we train them on how to behave as the character, and also whilst assisting the character if they are the characters's human helper, and we also do all of their works schedules, fix and maintain the costumes, and resolve all issues they may have that are and at times aren't related to their work." I said with a straight back and nose in the air, giving a how do you like me now look. "Impressive. You do all of that all by yourself? And how many performers do you manage per day?" Keeping my air of pride, I said "I actually share the work load with my friend Pat here, as we both stage manage the characters. There are a total of twenty performers, and we usually have about half that are in the venue per day." At that moment Austin came barreling into the cafeteria with his usual peppy, albeit flirty personality. Austin was a few years younger than Pat and I, but he was very skilled at his job as one of the sound technicians of the park. He was quiet a looker also, with is tall and muscular frame. He stood six-two and had the body of soccer player. His almond skin was flawless and he had them most impressive auburn eyes. Every part of him screamed Cristiano Ronaldo. Becuase he was such a flirt, he would always hit on every person of the femme nature that he could. "Hey there lovely ladies, how's it going?" He asked with a wink as he put his arms around Pat and I. Pat, in her own lust for someone that looked as good as he did and had a killer sense of humor, always flirted back with him. "It's going good, only minor complaints that I'm sure someone of your physicque could fix for me." She said the last part turning inward to face Austin, only to lightly brush her hands over his torso. I will admit that the boy had it going on, but I was not as lustful as some. But I always liked to mess with Austin and make him think I was drooling over him, like all the others. "Yeah, you know what we like." I said is a soft breathy voice, mimicking all those 1950s sensual actresses, with my left hand rubbing up and down on his arm that ws drapped over my shoulder. Austin was just about to give his own flirt response when a low but thunderous growl came from the direction of our new bosses. We all looked over to see that Mr. Hunjaba was snarling at us, well I guess at Austin, with his teeth barred and his eyes seemed to change color rapidly from their hazel color to pitch black-- even the irises. One of his associates quickly got in front creating a barrier between us and them, and began speaking to Mr. Hunjaba quietly. We couldn't really make out what he was saying, but it sounded like words of affirmation or something. Whatever it was, after a good twenty second or so, he stepped to the side and we could see Mr. Hunjaba was back to his calm, charming self. He cleared his throat and tugged at his coat jacket before saying, "Apologies, there is something in the room that seems to be disagreeing with me. I am sorry for any distress I may have caused you. If you would excuse use, ladies." He gestured in the direction of the doorway, that was right behind us> We quickly scooted out of the way to let them pass, with Pat and Austin on the right and me on the left. Mr. Hunjaba made a beeline for the door, but not before stopping and giving me a look that seemed like he was begging me for something. He took in a quick breath, sniffing the air around me, and then exited with his associates following behind him. "What in the hell was that about?!" Austin exclaimed after a few seconds of silence, when we were sure the bosses were out of earshot. "I don't know. He went from charming and hella sexy to a rapid dog and back to charming, all in a matter of thirty seconds. And did he just sniff you Shanea?!" She asked walking over to me. "I... I think so? I mean it seemed like it, but it could have also been him just catching his breath. I mean I am more concerned about how wild he acted when we we play flirting with Austin. That was some weird mess, right?!" They both shook their heads and mumbled their affirmations of the weirdness that just happened. "Hey, wait a minute. What do you mean play flirted with Austin?" Austin asked stepping back a moment, putting his right hand over his heart, feigning a broken heart. "Well I was pretending anyways. Your charms have no power over me, flirty man, but Pat here was not acting. You know she is once of your weak inthralled love sick groupies." Austin and I both laughed at that, but Pat was a bit hurt. "Hey! I am not one of those huissies that goes around following his every move. Don't group me in with his groupies. I am my own woman, who knows a hot piece of man when she sees one, and can appreciate his presence."