by PN Books
He was glad he dressed up.
“Maybe we should just skip this,” Cyrus said. Travis almost laughed in his face.
“We’re going in,” Travis said.
*****
Jasmine let herself out early.
There wasn’t even a question about it. She needed to go home and change. She needed to get her game face on.
It was party time.
She had gone through five different outfits before she settled on the perfect one. This was a happy hour so she didn’t want to go over the top but she did want to wear something that would make the boys stare.
They were mostly all white people so it was a no-brainer that she was going to show off her ass. These hip hugging jeans did the trick. Her ass popped out the back like a pair of juicy cantaloupes. If she weren’t the owner of this ass, even she would be staring at it all the way down the street.
They were Jasmine’s favorite pair of jeans.
She paired that with a bright crop top with lots of criss-cross straps in the back and over the top of her cleavage, creating a map of seduction that would be dangerous to cross.
She wondered if anyone would dare.
This time, Jasmine decided to go blonde because blondes have more fun. Especially when they are black girls trying to shock their white co-workers.
She grinned as she fitted the blonde curly wig on her head. The makeup came next. She went with bold and sexy, painting her mouth a deep, sexy blood red.
Perfect.
Jasmine was the first to arrive. Of course, it was her party. She walked into the bar, looking around. Her friend had it reserved so nobody was there. The bar was classy. Inside there was a large wrap around bar with glowing bottles of top shelf liquor settled behind the bar in a big, flashy display.
“What do you think?” Kent said. He was the bartender. She watched him clean a few wine glasses and put them aside. The bar was full of smooth music. The atmosphere was chill and sophisticated. She had to admit that she liked it a lot.
“Just make sure you keep the drinks coming,” Jasmine said.
Seven came and went. Jasmine sat at the bar, her long, shapely legs stretched out in front her, tight and taut with the high heels she was wearing. The heels were bright red, just like her lipstick.
A power color.
Jasmine looked to the left as the door opened. Two people walked in. She recognized one of them immediately. He was one of the nerds in IT. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to change. He was still wearing the same lame outfit as earlier that day. Jasmine wrinkled her nose a little. But to be fair, she invited everyone. Besides, he invited someone cute. Who was his friend anyway?
Then her jaw dropped.
It was that guy she was always flirting with. Only he didn’t look anything like how he looked in the office.
First of all, he was wearing real clothes. Nice, close-fitting jeans, a shirt that she could just rip open if she wanted. His hair wasn’t flopping everywhere. It seemed to have purpose. Even his sneakers were cool.
Jasmine sat up on her bar stool. Well, this was interesting already.
“Hey boys,” she called. “What brings you over here?”
The IT guys wandered over. The badly dressed one looked nervous.
“Are we early?” he asked, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.
“Yeah. Everyone knows that the cool people come late. I guess you guys just aren’t that cool.”
“And what does that make you?” the other one asked. The good looking guy that could make her smile.
Jasmine just winked.
About an hour later, even Jasmine was impressed.
Everyone was there. She meant everyone. The president of the company down to the janitors. They were talking, mingling, some people were even dancing. It was interesting seeing her stuffy co-workers out of their natural habitat. Jasmine made the rounds, talking to everyone, touching the men on the chest and giving the women certain looks that they could interpret as they wished. She was honestly surprised at how many people seemed to be having a good time. It looked like Jasmine had just shook up their world, but they were enjoying the ride.
Jasmine loved to do that sort of thing.
But who was going to shake up her world? She wasn’t sure. She scoped out everyone as she talked to them, trying to find one interesting person. Someone who was truly interesting and made her want to think more about them. But those people were in short supply. She needed a challenge. She needed someone who kept her on her toes.
He kept catching her eye.
She didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like that IT guy was the best looking guy in the room. There were the Pharm Bots for that. She’d heard all the nicknames. Those sales guys looked like Ken dolls. If it was about straight sex, she’d go to them.
No, it was more about the challenge. And that's why her eyes kept wandering. She felt a pull there. Something she’d never felt before. But she couldn’t understand it.
Not yet anyway.
The party was still going strong even after eight o’clock. Jasmine hadn’t expected most of them to last that long. After all, they had to work the next day. But no one was making a move to leave. They seemed to be enjoying the drinks and the atmosphere. Jasmine knew she needed to take advantage.
And do something a little crazy.
There wasn’t a stage but there was a DJ booth. Jasmine went there, standing up and getting on the mic.
“Hello?” she said, grinning down at all of them below. She loved being the center of attention. “Thank you for coming tonight. You know, I really didn’t think anyone would show up. You’re all a bunch of stiffs, too caught up in your cliques and your own ass to see what’s going on around you. But everyone here seems to have loosened up some so give yourself a round of applause!”
Jasmine grinned at the smattering of confused applause. She was about to launch into the rest of her speech when there was some confused murmuring. Jasmine looked around, confused. Then she saw it.
The IT guy was coming straight for her.
Literally, he was coming to join her. He climbed up the stairs. He walked up to the DJ podium. He stood next to her, impossibly close. He took the mic.
Jasmine stared at him.
“Hi,” he said. His voice shook and it echoed over the sound system. “I’m… Travis. And…” Travis glanced out over the party with his curly hair and seemed to gulp.
Jasmine continued to stare. Who did he think he was?
“Well,” Travis continued. “I have had… my eye on you for a long time, Jasmine. I think you’re… gorgeous and different. I want to get to know you better. So I was wondering if…” Travis paused to take a deep breath. “If you… would consider… going out on a date with me.”
Jasmine coughed. The crowd around them seemed to go instantly silent.
And he was staring at her. Travis. Staring and waiting with thinly veiled terror behind his eyes.
What was he so afraid of, anyway?
So she did what any one in her situation would do.
Anyone who was her, at least.
She grabbed him. And she kissed him.
*****
Travis definitely wasn’t expecting this. First, her mouth against his. And then her tongue in his mouth.
He didn’t know what to think.
They were kissing. In front of everyone.
Her hand gripped his bicep and her other hand was on the back of his head, pulling him into her. He was taller than her, but only by a little bit and she closed the gap all by herself.
He dropped the mic as she pressed her body against him. It got trapped between them, the hard butt of it digging into his thigh. Her tongue forced its way inside his mouth, parting his lips and assaulting his tongue with a force he thought was reserved for hurricanes. Travis thought she might choke him with this kiss. Suffocate him until there was nothing left. Suck him dry and leave his body in a dried husk, right on that stage.
For some reason, that made him s
o hot.
He could feel it rising, unbidden, right there. Jasmine’s mouth was all over his. She was kissing him in a way he had never experienced before. So feral, so raw, right there in front of everyone, clutching at him, bumping her hips against him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Oh yeah, this was not a good situation.
Then, just as abruptly as it started, Jasmine pulled away. Travis stumbled back, the mic continuing its descent to the floor in a whine of feedback. Everyone wince and gasped, stepping back. Jasmine bent over, picking up the mic calmly and bringing it to her lips. She stared Travis straight in the eyes.
“Yes,” she said.
That’s when he knew he was in a world of trouble.
And he liked it.
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“Wow,” Cyrus said.
Cyrus and Eddie had just been standing at his desk for the past thirty minutes, simply staring at him. Travis wondered if this was what it was like to be famous. He couldn’t get any work done. They were staring and his mouth sort of hurt.
He kept replaying the kiss in his mind over and over again.
He couldn’t stop it from running like a movie. It was like something he’d recorded and it cut off half-way through the film.
He wanted to know what happened next.
“So… did you plan this date?” Eddie asked. He’d been there but he didn’t seem to believe it happened either. “Have there been any developments?”
“It happened ten hours ago,” Cyrus said. “Chill, Eddie. But… have there been any developments?”
Travis was about to shake his head. Then he noticed Jasmine out of the corner of his eye.
Last night she had been in super tight jeans, this top that made her breasts pop and she had this curly blonde wig that was more Beyoncé than Dolly Parton. Today she was wearing a pant suit that made her seem even more intimidating than usual. Her hair was a short cut, lying flat against her head, dark with red highlights. But her lipstick was the same. Bright red lipstick.
Travis remembered it because at the end of the night he had it all over his face.
“Hi,” Jasmine said. She pointed straight at him. “I need to see you.”
Travis pointed at himself, dumbly. Jasmine walked into their tangle of cubicles and grabbed Travis’s hand, pulling him up.
“Come on,” she said.
Travis had no choice but to follow her.
She took him into the bathroom. Not the men’s restroom, the women’s. He didn’t have a choice. She yanked him into the room and shut the door.
Jasmine was surprisingly strong.
As soon as they got in there, Travis knew why she liked to use their bathroom. The place was immaculate, spotless. It literally looked like it had never been used. The counter tops sparkled. The tile on the floor was practically see-through. The mirrors had the clearest reflection he had ever seen.
And there was a big comfy couch.
Jasmine threw him on it. Travis hit the cushions with a thump. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this. He gasped when Jasmine jumped on top of him. Her weight came down on him full-force and he gave an unmanly “oooof!” into the quiet room.
“Shut up,” Jasmine said. She kissed him. It was hard, aggressive, like before. But this time, there was no need for Travis to hesitate.
He kissed her back.
Everything he felt last night came flooding back to the surface. Travis kissed Jasmine deeply. This time, he took over. His mouth covered hers, his lips moved over hers, setting the pace as he tilted his head to the side to slide his tongue further over hers. He could taste her everywhere. He grunted against her lips.
Her body trembled with need.
Travis continue to kiss her, his mouth jutting against hers, hard licks towards the back of her throat. He had never felt so turned on before, this hot. His arms were around her, pulling her in close so he could kiss her deeper. Their mouths were never separated for more than a fraction of a second to take a quick breath as they continued their frantic make-out session.
Travis never thought he would be doing something like this at work. But at the moment, he didn’t care. His manhood was hard inside of his pants and all he could think about was relieving the pressure. Jasmine’s lips worked against his and at the same time her hand slid down the length of his body to find his bulge. She gave him a squeeze and he groaned, deep in the back of his throat.
He couldn’t breathe from so much kissing and because he was so hot. Finally, he pulled away from Jasmine and took a gasping breath. She looked just as breathless, her chest heaving as her breasts pressed up against the front of her suit jacket. Jasmine took off the jacket first. She was wearing a sleeveless silk shirt and he could see her bare arms, but even better than that he could make out the outline of her breasts through the thin material.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
“Get out of that,” she growled. Travis chucked his hoodie over to the side. He didn’t feel self-conscious, being topless like that. He didn’t have time because Jasmine attacked him again.
Her lips on his. He didn’t know where her kiss ended and his kiss started. It was like their tongues were doing a dance of their own. Her hands were all over him, up and down his sides, over his chest. He groped her breasts through her shirt. They felt so good through the soft fabric. He loved the way her nipples brushed against the palms of his hand.
Then her hands were on his pants. She unzipped the fly of his jeans and yanked them down over his hips, tugging them off his skinny, pale legs. He groaned when he felt her mouth on his underwear, kissing him all over. He was so hard that he hurt but it felt so good the way that her cool lips were soothing his overheated skin. He gripped the edge of the couch and just groaned.
He didn’t know what was coming next.
Jasmine pulled away all of a sudden, sitting up so she was straddling his legs. Then she whipped off her shirt, so she was sitting there with her breasts in full view. He couldn’t help but stare. They were beautiful, a rich, buttery brown that looked smooth enough just to lick.
So he did.
Jasmine gasped when Travis leaned into her, using his tongue over her breasts. He kissed her there, lapping her up like some chocolate ice cream. She tasted even sweeter. His hands were around her small waist and squeezing her. He loved the way Jasmine was groaning and moaning with every stroke of his tongue.
Until she slapped his face.
Travis pulled away and stared up at her. But Jasmine was smiling. Travis smiled back, his underwear feeling even tighter.
He didn’t realize how much he liked it when a woman took control.
“Lay back,” Jasmine said.
While he did so, Jasmine took off her pants. She wasn’t wearing underwear either.
Jasmine had the condom as well. Travis watched her as she pulled down his underwear. She examined his manhood with a smile on her face. Then she opened the condom wrapper with her teeth.
Travis had to put his fist in his mouth to keep himself from crying out as she expertly applied the condom.
With her mouth.
When Travis opened his eyes to look at her again, his whole body was shaking. He was flush with need. She grinned at him, naked, beautiful and perfect. She settled herself over his hips. Then she grabbed him and lowered herself down on top of him slowly.
It felt so good being inside of her. When they started, everything had been so frantic and needy. Now things were slower and he could really look into her eyes. They were a different kind of brown, clear with gold flecks around the outside. He’d never seen a pair of eyes like that.
He’d never known anyone like Jasmine before.
She rocked herself back and forth on top of him. She moved her body up and down. He liked the way she set the tempo and he met her rhythm, moving his hips with hers. Their bodies fit together easily. It was unlike anything Travis had experienced before. It had never just clicked like this. His heart was thudding with pleasure. Jasmine leaned down and grabbed his s
houlders. She looked him straight in the eyes. He watched her body moved up and down. The bathroom was full of the sound of their pants, grunts, groans, moans, and their skin moving together.
Each thrust brought Travis closer.
He bit his lip, trying hard to last as long as he could. But it was hard because this was so new. It was filling him with a sense of pleasure he had never experienced before. His body wanted to let go. It wanted to celebrate. And then he saw the look in Jasmine’s eyes.
“Yes,” she said. One simple word.
Travis closed his eyes and he felt his body jerk. Everything came to a climax all at once. His hips shook and Jasmine’s body was trembling above his. He cried out as he came and he could feel Jasmine tightening around him. Just before he knew it was about to happen for her, he pulled her down, sealing her lips with a kiss.
It wasn’t like the kiss before, heated and frantic, full of lust and need. This was a different kiss. This was a kiss that Travis really wanted her to feel.
Then he let her go and tipped his head back, letting out a deep groan as he came.
*****
Jasmine looked up as the door opened.
“Get out of here!” she yelled over her shoulder.
The woman stood in the doorway, stunned for a moment. Then she stepped backwards out of the bathroom and let the door slam shut. Jasmine rolled her eyes, looking down at Travis.
“Sorry about that,” she said. She kissed him on the mouth. She really liked kissing him. That was pretty surprising.
Travis looked shell-shocked.
“Hey,” Jasmine said. “Don’t let that ruin what we just did. I mean we both came, right?”
She kissed his neck. She could get used to that. He was so kissable.
And he was really good.
Jasmine wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when she pulled him into the bathroom. Not that. She didn’t expect him to be so good. She thought he would be more like a shy virgin and she could get some kicks out of scaring him. But he went at it with her. He matched her, kiss for kiss, grope for grope.
So she decided to go all the way.