The Ghost of Blue Ivy

by Parker Paige

  Bruce seemed stuck in wonderland by her behavior but apparently not enough to say anything or do anything about it.

  “May I sit down?” she asked.

  In a trance like state, Bruce said, “Sure.”

  Blue Ivy stood up from the floor. Very carefully, she straddled herself onto his lap. Though he didn’t physically resist her, he questioned her behavior and said, “Blue Ivy?”

  She put her face to his, flung her fingers through his dark hair and said, “Call me Blue.”

  He swallowed hard as if to say, if you say so. She continued to roam her fingers through his dark hair while they shared an intense stare. Then, without warning, she kissed him and kissed him some more, all the while absorbing his wet breath. Privy to his fetish for redheads, she would not be overlooked. She wanted him and she hoped that he wanted her too. She separated her lips from his and nibbled at his neck, then his ear. Their heated moment was soon interrupted by a knock at the door, and it startled Blue Ivy, but not enough for her to halt her actions. Right away, Bruce nudged her up and out of his lap. She was now standing next to his chair, looking totally out of place. Bruce combed through his hair with his fingers and then wiped the lipstick from his lips, attempting to look as professional as possible.

  “Come in,” Bruce said, as he straightened the papers on his desk.

  A senior associate, Mark, half wearing his tie, stepped inside. “Should I come back?” Mark asked.

  Bluntly, Blue Ivy blurted out. “Could you?”

  A faint smile skirted across Bruce’s face.

  “Just kidding,” Blue Ivy said as she moved towards the door. Before she was completely through the door, she turned to Bruce. “You’ll let me know if you need anything, won’t you?”

  Bruce nodded.

  Upon returning to her desk, Blue Ivy crossed her legs and impatiently waited for Mark to leave Bruce’s office. She studied the clock on her desk as if she could make it go faster by staring at it, all the while keeping an ear open for the sound of Mark leaving Bruce’s office. While she waited, waited and waited some more, she pulled her compact mirror from her purse and applied a layer of lipstick to her lips. Instead of zipping off into the ladies’ room to take a sip of the Chardonnay which she always kept in her bag, she decided to just take a sip right at her desk. Who would know? After all, the office was practically empty anyhow.

  After twelve minutes of waiting, like a little kid at Christmas time, she saw the door of Bruce’s office opening. Both Bruce and Mark came from inside and headed in opposite directions.

  Blue Ivy rose from her desk, and followed behind Bruce without his knowledge, almost tripping over her own steps. She was several steps behind him when she saw him head towards the men’s room. As she crept through the halls like a secret agent, about to enter the men’s room, she was stopped by a voice.

  “Working late,” the girlish voice asked.

  The voice startled her, and when she turned around, she saw Rollie carrying a stack of file folders in his hand.

  “Oh, hi, Rollie.”

  At the entrance of the men’s room, she stood caught, busted.

  “That’s the men’s room, you know?” he said to her.

  She tried to play it off by glancing over the sign, Men. “Oh my goodness, you’re right. What was I thinking?” she questioned before cruising in the opposite direction.

  When she was out of Rollie’s view, she stopped and made a U‑turn. Again, she headed towards the men’s room, but before she entered, she glanced around her surroundings. When she believed that the coast was clear, she stepped inside and was full of life as her red hair dangled at her shoulders. She smiled when she saw Bruce standing at the urinal, taking a spill, which was exactly where she wanted him.

  From what Blue Ivy could see of the half open stall doors, except for the handicapped stall door, which always remained closed, it was just the two of them.

  She came up behind Bruce, wanting to shock him, but before she could reach him, he turned and saw her.

  A staggered look graced his face as he went to zip his pants. “Blue Ivy,” he blurted out. “What are you doing in here?”

  Instead of answering his question, she ran her fingers across the back of his neck. “Say, ‘what are you doing in here, Blue?’”

  She tried to zip up his pants for him, but he stopped her. “Quit playing around Blue Ivy. Someone’s going to see us.”

  “Not if we’re really careful,” she said, with a giggle.

  When Bruce moved over to the sink to wash his hands, Blue Ivy snuggled behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “Knock it off Blue Ivy,” he said as he released her hands from around his waist.

  Just as he was about to reach for the paper towels, Blue Ivy grabbed his hand as she was convinced that all he needed was a little persuasion. She inserted his finger into her mouth, savoring it inch by inch.

  Bruce seemed to comprehend the moment and what it meant as his eyes locked in with Blue Ivy’s before she removed his finger from her mouth.

  “I have to get you to loosen up,” she said, “and show you how to have some fun.”

  Meanwhile, downstairs in the lobby, Camina rushed in towards the security desk. So much in a hurry for her doctor’s appointment, she had left her purse at the office.

  Though she came back for her purse, her real concern lied elsewhere. After learning that Blue Ivy was working late for Bruce, she was compelled to return to the office, especially since Blue Ivy was on the prowl for her guy, possibly already having captured his attention.

  It was already a challenge for Camina to compete with Bruce’s wife. She didn’t need the added struggle of competing with Blue Ivy as well.

  Camina needed access to the elevators in her building as after six o’clock, the elevators remained locked and were only accessible with a keycard, which was in Camina’s purse upstairs.

  At the security desk, Camina waited for the security guard to look up from his television screen and acknowledge her. With his eyes glued to the television screen, he seemed unaware of her presence.

  Several seconds elapsed before he noticed her. “Can I help you?”

  “My name is Camina Givens, and I work for Whitley & Austin. I left my purse in the office on my way out this evening, and I need to get upstairs.”

  “Do you have a keycard?” he asked her.

  “If I did, I wouldn’t need you,” she said in a sharp tongue.

  “Is there someone upstairs to verify who you are?”

  “Maybe.”

  He handed her the phone while he returned his attention to the television in front of him.

  Not having ever seen this particular security guard before, he probably did not know her either. If so, he could have let her upstairs without question.

  She dialed Bruce’s extension and listened to the annoying and endless ringing. She assumed she would be transferred into his voicemail, but instead the phone continued to ring. That was strange. She then tried Blue Ivy’s extension and was quickly transferred to voicemail.

  Camina slammed the phone down. “No one is answering.”

  “Do you have any I.D. on you?” the security guard asked her.

  “My I.D. is in my purse!”

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you upstairs without some kind of I.D.”

  Camina exhaled a breath of frustration. Idiots. That’s what they were. All of them. Complete idiots.

  Camina knew Bruce and Blue Ivy were still upstairs, and she wasn’t giving up. Besides, she needed her keys to enter her apartment.

  “Is there anyone else working here tonight?” she asked.

  “Yes, but he’s on break and─”

  Before he could finish his sentence, Camina saw the face of a familiar security guard, Ralph, coming towards her.

  “Hi, Ralph. I forgot my purse upstairs and your coworker won’t let me up.”

  “I’ll let you upstairs,” Ralph said.

  “Thank you.”


  “I’ll need you to sign in, though,” he told her.

  Camina was about to sign in, glanced at her watch to remind herself of the time. It was six o’clock.

  Back upstairs in the men’s room, Blue Ivy stood sandwiched against Bruce’s body. She kissed him, rugged and wild, her arms wrapped around his back. She could feel his manhood against her thigh. Though up until that point, he seemed determined to resist her, but her charm was wearing him down. She knew that she would eventually convince him to do what she wanted as it were only a matter of time. She pulled away from him, delicately took hold of his hand and led him towards one of the stalls, but Bruce resisted. “Too risky.”

  His consistent resistance was giving her a serious hard-on, if such a thing existed for a woman. “What do I have to do, put you on a leash and walk you in?”

  Determined to coax Bruce into doing what she wanted, she was willing to do anything, even if it meant getting down on her knees. Literally.

  Blue Ivy dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt from his pants.

  “Get up, Blue Ivy.”

  “Don’t be a killjoy.”

  “We can’t do this. People are still in this office.”

  “So. What are they going to do, arrest us?”

  Finally, Blue Ivy managed to grasp his belt from his pants and wrapped it around her waist. She then unzipped his pants and slid her hand through his fly and circled his erectness with her fingertips. She observed the sedated expression on his face, as he seemed to almost lose his balance. She held his sex in her hand while she listened to the uneven breaths escaping from his mouth. Completely under her control, she stood up, and led him into one of the stalls.

  And once inside, it was lights, camera, and action.

  Camina reached the forty-fourth floor.

  The door to the office was locked. She grabbed the receiver from the phone on the wall. Again, she tried to reach Bruce and Blue Ivy. But nothing. Just irritating rings before being transferred into voicemail. At this moment, her purse was no longer a major concern. It was the whereabouts of Bruce and Blue Ivy that weighed on her mind. Impatiently, she cleared herself of her coat and suit jacket. It was either too warm, or she was stressing herself out. She fanned herself with her hand while she waited, trying to figure out what to do next. She was about to try Bruce’s line again when the locked door swung open, and relief swept over Camina’s face. It was an attorney, Mark.

  “Perfect timing,” Camina said. “I forgot my key.” She was about to go through the door, then asked, “Is Bruce still here?”

  “I think so.”

  She disappeared into the door, through the dark corridors until she made it to her desk. All the while, she kept a careful eye out for Blue Ivy and Bruce.

  After she seized her purse from her desk drawer, she scrambled her way over to Blue Ivy’s desk and saw that her computer was on, and her compact mirror sat at the edge of the desk. This set off bells in Camina’s head. Wherever Bruce was, Blue Ivy was surely close by.

  Camina slowed her pace as she made her way to Bruce’s office. His office light was on and his half-opened briefcase sat next to his desk. A telltale sign that he was definitely still in the office.

  But where?

  Camina crept through the dimly lit corridors, the anger stirring inside.

  Whatever they were doing, they were doing it together, perhaps having a late dinner in the lunchroom. But to her dismay when she reached the lunchroom, it was dark and isolated. After almost running out of places to look, she passed by two unoccupied conference rooms and considered checking another floor, when a noise from down the hall elicited an even better idea.

  In the bathroom stall, Blue Ivy and Bruce were all into each other, mouth, lips and tongue. Bruce sat on the bowl while Blue Ivy straddled his lap. Wearing her red lace panties, her long skirt was hiked up above her waist as she grinded against his lap. First slowly then faster…faster…faster, like two beasts in heat.

  Her hands roamed through his thick dark hair that she loved so much as she inhaled his hot musky breath, feeling herself becoming more and more excited. She continued to ravish his mouth with her tongue all the while not exactly sure how far she wanted to go. Still she wanted to play along as long and as far as she could. She stepped into the rhythm of the moment, wrapped his belt around his neck and pulled it snug while she feverishly continued to grind against his lap. His hands made their way through her opened blouse, over her hard nipples, which protruded through her lace bra. Bruce seemed so enthralled in the moment that he failed to give much attention to the belt around his neck. It wasn’t until Blue Ivy yanked it like a rope that caused a rouse.

  “Take it easy,” he said.

  She had a thing for belts. It was her tool of dominance. He tried to release the belt from his neck, but Blue Ivy distracted him when she slid her tongue over his bottom lip and devoured his mouth with her lips, savoring every minute.

  Upon lifting her bra, her breasts swung from underneath and he gawked at them as if the magical moment had arrived. He circled her nipples with his tongue, and her temperature rose with each breath from his mouth.

  He grasped the back of her head, his face to hers, and stared directly into her eyes. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said in a faint whisper.

  It didn’t matter that she was in the men’s room with a married man, half dressed with her legs wrapped around him while he sat on the bowl. Surely, he had no respect for her, but it was okay because it was what she wanted. She was having fun, doing the things she never thought she would do, while she traveled the malicious rode of adventure.

  He guided Blue Ivy off his lap, slid his hands up to her waist and moved her panties down her legs. Her intentions were not to go that far and her first thought was to stop him, but she couldn’t. Having built herself up for this moment, if Bruce didn’t make love to her now, she would lose it. Totally lose it.

  After she helped him with her panties, she covered his face with them while he undid his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Just as Blue Ivy was about to take the plunge, she glanced up and to her astonishment, saw the face of Camina staring down on them.

  It was like seeing the devil materialize for the first time, and her heart thumped in horror. It happened too fast for Blue Ivy’s thoughts to catch up with the moment. Camina’s timing could not have been worse. Blue Ivy wanted Bruce with an undeniable craving, and Camina had unpredictably screwed up her plans.

  The fury in Camina’s eyes was almost deadening as she and Blue Ivy shared a long, drawn out stare. Blue Ivy displayed a guised smile, trying desperately to hide the true horror in her heart. Surely, she had avenged Camina back in the worst way as she was as close to Bruce as anyone could be.

  “You son of a bitch,” Camina said to Bruce.

  Bruce’s eyes glanced upwards and he saw Camina. “Oh, shit,” he said as he removed Blue Ivy’s panties from his face.

  Once Camina’s head disappeared from overhead, Blue Ivy heard the door close.

  Right away, Bruce prodded Blue Ivy up from his lap and pulled up his pants.

  Was Bruce doing what Blue Ivy thought he was doing?

  This could not possibly be happening.

  There was just no way Bruce was going to leave Blue Ivy for Camina. He couldn’t because she simply would not allow it.

  “What are you doing?” Blue Ivy questioned mercifully. “You can’t just stop.”

  Bruce tossed Blue Ivy to the side and left the stall. Blue Ivy followed close behind after she picked up her panties from the floor. Bruce stood before the mirror over the Basin and straightened his tie.

  Blue Ivy slid into her panties, her mouth twisted in disappointment. “What are you going to do? Go after her?”

  “I have to.”

  Bruce’s words stung Blue Ivy’s ear, and she felt as if she could kill him. Right now.

  “You can’t just stop and go after her. Who do you think you’re fucking with?”
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br />   Blue Ivy was better than Camina in every way. She was more beautiful and more fun and she would not play second. He continued to fix his clothes, while Blue Ivy stood behind him, her arms folded.

  “You’re going to stop what we’re doing to go after that bitch? You can’t leave me for her. I won’t allow it. “

  Bruce turned to face her. “Get a grip, Blue Ivy.”

  It was happening all over again. She felt picked over and unwanted, just like when she was a little girl and her sister Sandy was always the chosen one. She had become someone new, someone different, but she was still coming in second, and she didn’t like it. Suddenly, as if her eyes opened for the first time, she experienced a lucid awakening which possessed a calming effect. In her sedated composure, she understood what she needed to do.

  Episode 13

  BLUE IVY STEPPED FROM THE MEN’S room and was about to head down the corridor when she was startled by a voice.

  “Blue Ivy?” the girlish male voice called.

  Right away, Blue Ivy recognized Rollie’s high-pitch voice and didn’t dare turn around, not wanting to be identified coming from the men’s room. Plus, she was not in a state of mind to talk to anyone.

  Anxious to be clear of Rollie’s view, Blue Ivy sprinted down the corridor, heard Rollie again call to her, but this time was different.

  “Camina?” he questioned.

  Just before Blue Ivy turned the corner, Rollie called out a different name. “Laura?”

  She understood his confusion.

  All three of them wore the same hairstyle, and they were the same height and body frame. From the back, she very well could have been Camina or Laura. Plus she and Camina both wore almost identical outfits that evening.

  How was Rollie to tell the difference?

  Blue Ivy was half wearing her coat when she signed out at the security desk. It was six-thirty when she made a swift exit through the revolving doors.