I just couldn’t think straight. It was her heels. Not the heels per se, but the noise they made. You’d think my new boss would just respond to the emails in kind in those first few days. Instead, she’d actually appear in my doorway. No one wanted that much personal contact with her, least of all me. Her heels terrorized me.
Marisa scared us, more to the point, she scared me. I couldn’t understand it. Maybe it was because we were the only folks of colour in the corporation this high up – she being Latina and me Black – we kept a look out for each other but I could swear she was watching me as much as I was watching her. More and more she became the North Pole the compass in my pants pointed to. I could see where this was headed so I made attempts at being unavailable. Well, I tried, kind of. In actual fact I made up some reason to be at her end of the floor every chance I got.
The thing is I didn’t expect it. Her. She’s a big girl, all round and brown. But tight and toned, like, you could tell she worked out but only so she could maintain just the right jiggle. She’s not like Sheila, actually, who’s lately been subsisting on cigarettes and water, in fact quite the opposite. Or is it vodka? I can’t tell. All I can see when I walk in the door is the TV on, a tumbler at her side, an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts and her cradling the cats. Damn those things. They’re nestled in places I could hardly remember feeling.
Marisa, on the other hand is ample, something over 180 and hitting almost 6' 2'' what with those slides she wears. She paints her toes mauve. You wouldn’t think something so small would make me flub my words. She stands close to me when she talks, and I get hard of hearing around her what with that full mouth of hers. Her hair cascades in honey blonde locks like some Medusa Colossus. She had to be older than me but you couldn’t tell by the way she dressed. Take this morning for instance: she came in wearing a crisp cotton shirt – not a blouse – a shirt. White. Starched. Open to the third hole. My height gave me an advantage: fucking teal lace bra barely held it all in. I could feel those scalloped edges between my legs. Damn if she didn’t have a tiny mole just up to the right of her heart. She tucked all of this in black linen slacks which did a good job making everybody know she had enough back you could strap luggage onto. I coulda shaved with the crease in her pants. Okay, you could say I was scoping her out.
As if on a whim, she threw us a party. On the pretext of calling an emergency meeting she informed us to join her in the conference room. We all squeezed through the door to find the room transformed with holiday decorations and Christmas lights. The room length table was overwhelmed with all sorts of fowl, meat and sweets, and the caterers were at attention ready to dole all of it out.
The DJ kick started the spot playing Christmas tunes. I mean, c’mon, in July? It was around my second eggnog when she threw in Modern Jazz Quartet and some other shit she must’ve gotten off some smooth jazz radio line-up. Then, dumped right in the middle of that mix – a little Teddy. When Turn Off The Lights filled the room Marisa strutted towards me wearing a leopard print scoop neck and black pleated mini. For this occasion she had her locks erupting out of an ivory barrette. I could sense her legs before I saw them. Toned, creamy – no hose mind you – she rubbed them down with something that filled my nose and imagination. All of that teetering on the most precarious slides. Toes wriggling fucking red nails. They were tickling the edges of my retinas. I had to force myself to breathe.
Marisa grabbed me by the hand and led me to the floor. Things were just about to get really going when she broke from me, signalled the DJ to stop and made some speech about how what we were doing was good for the company and her rep. Of course we’d heard all this before, but these pronouncements came with bonuses and shit. After that, after the whoop, whoop and applause, the DJ put Hey Pocky Way on and cranked it up to 11; it looked like everyone just up and started rubbing against each other, we were so happy. An octopus couldn’t have served the drinks fast enough. Still it was hard to get into the scene what with taking in all the drama Marisa was flexing. I can still smell her from our embrace. I can still smell a lot of things.
She came back to me and we resumed dancing. I did what I could to show her I knew what I was doing. She didn’t take it lying down and gave it right back. And whenever we looked at each other it was almost impossible to look away. I’d try and, instead, became mesmerized by the way her chest shimmered under the Xmas lights. Before I could regroup the song ended. I thanked her and went back to my office on the pretence of grabbing my shit and heading on home. But I didn’t. I went to hers.
Now it may sound like I know what I’m doing, but I wasn’t thinking with the right head, if you know what I mean. Even though I went to her office I still wondered if I got the signals right. I was so nervous I didn’t know whether to stand or sit. Like, I couldn’t decide whether to leave the lights off or turn them on. If I turned them on, what if someone barged in? What reason could I give for being there? On the other hand, if I left them off and she came in, she’d probably wonder why I was standing there in the dark. How could I stay there? How could I leave? What was I doing? My mind wandered. I began to notice all the LCD’s that dotted her desk. It was like I was looking down on a little dark town. But all those thoughts flew away when the click-clack of high heels ricocheted down the hallway. Even though I knew it was her I was still relieved when she appeared at the end of that cadence. She closed the door, locking it even. I didn’t think my heart could pound any harder than when she came over to me. We grabbed each other with our mouths. I couldn’t feel my tongue but could tell what hers tasted like. She was hungry. So was I. I felt her up as we moved across the room, kissing all the way. Couldn’t get enough of those lips. Reached into her top but couldn’t decide which breast to suck on, so I did them both. Those nipples! Man, I sucked them till they could stand up all by themselves.
I wanted her up on the desk, legs up on my shoulders but she didn’t submit that easily. Instead, she turned around. Teased me by ceremoniously lifting what little skirt she had on to her back. All I imagined was staring right at me. The sound of my zipper made her look over her shoulder and told me to hold up. Said she could get that at home. Bigger even. She needed something else.
Didn’t give me a second look as she put her elbows back on the desk, turning the lamp on and wiggling her ass in the process. Her telling me what to do sparked something inside of me and made me shiver. And since her ass was everything I imagined and more, what I couldn’t do with my dick I’d do with my mouth. I grabbed her cheeks – not an easy thing to do given their size. They were firm – but, I dug into them just the same. I’m sure I left marks. I held on to them when I dropped to my knees. Wasn’t too comfortable neither, those floors were concrete. But the way her thong fit in the snug of her crack made me forget how hard it was. I hooked the strip with my finger and pulled just enough of it away. My nose flared, the fragrance her legs gave off was even more potent between her cheeks and made for a heady mix. I pressed my face in there so far I couldn’t tell where I ended and her ass began. I tore it up, first her pussy, then, her ass, especially her ass. I sucked it, laved it, drew sustenance from it. The more I licked the deeper I dug it; her ass had a special tang. I plain wallowed in her.
It’s unbelievable I know. Like how can I be on my knees with a face full of my boss’s ass? Well, finally, at last, unlike most situations, this time I made sure my ass was covered. I gotta hold of my phone, called myself and recorded the whole thing:
Oh God I can’t believe I’m doing this. Show me you love it. I want to hear it. That’s right. Smell me. That’s right blow on me. Shit that feels good, yeah, oh God, use that tongue. Lemme back up onit. I’ma whore for that tongue. Yeah lick it lick it all around. Unnh, bite it, bite it bitch. Lemmee spread myself s’more I wanna feel it all at once. That’s right, run it around in circles. Don’t forget the other hole. You so good, bab. Yeah one finger, move it around. Lick that finger as it goes in, keep that up. That’s righ. Oh, oh, now, yeah, put two in, that’s it. Goddamn, those fingers. Get it in me. Your tongue, move it in and out, yeah! God you getting me so wet. Yeah, go deeper. I’m loose enough now; slow up, okay? Yeah, that’s it. Put two more in, yeah, open me up, spread me wide open, goddamn you nasty. Don’t stop! Don’t stop, yeah, move that tongue, sweet, yeah, this is so sweet, yeah tongue fuck me baby, get me juicy, oah I don’t want this to stop. Shit, this is good, stretch me muthafucka, yeah that’s it, give me more fingers; how many you got in me? Here, use soma this I want more in my hole. I love saying that. Goddamn, gimmee some more. I want to feel you in my guts. No no, let me take care of that part, you just keep doing what you doing. Shit, I gotta use my fingers now; can you feel it? Yeah I’m close. Don’t pull out harder I don’t know if I can take it. Yeah, a little more; here, let me help you. That’s it. Uummm, good, get in there, yes. A little more, God, now don’t move, gotta get used to it….okay, now move it in a little more, pull it out…yeah, that’s it, slooowly. Some more, yeah, keep that up. Oh God, yeah, fuck me, that’s it. I can feel you now. A little more! Faster, deeper, shit this some sweet shit, fuck me, deeper, faster. Yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck me nigguh give me all you got! Keep doing that, yeah, fuckmefuckmefuckme. Yes! Fuckme harder, fuckmehardermutherfuckahfuckme f. c . .!
The rest of it don’t make sense. By the time I got up off that floor my pants were sticking to me. But you know what? I must’ve done a good job because she invited me to her place. I savoured her taste in my mouth as I got in my car and followed hers. It was late. Had to think of an alibi. But that would be later. I was gonna get mine.