by Vera Roberts
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It was the weekly two-hour meeting between the Golf Boys and Scott in which they talked business for thirty minutes and everything else for the remaining time. They met in Scott’s office.
“So, how are you feeling, Ice?” Michael asked as he passed cigars.
“I’m feeling just fine. Why you ask?”
“Because of the Great Disaster,” Rich chimed in. “We can always give the account to someone else.”
“Don’t be silly, Rich,” Scott didn’t have a gleam or flicker in his eyes, “I can handle the account, and I can handle her.”
“I know it might be uncomfortable considering your past history between you two,” Michael pressed on, “and I just wanted to tell you, and I think I speak for Rich when I say this, we have your back.”
“Thank you,” Scott replied.
“I do have to ask one more question, though.” Rich began.
Scott knew where the discussion was headed before Rich asked. “Yes?”
“Why did you intentionally assign Mariana on the campaign?” he asked.
“Because she works in Brand Strategy and her department would work on the campaign, anyway,” Scott justified. “The guys are already doing other campaigns, and I didn’t want to bombard them with yet another one.”
“That’s not it,” Rich shook his head.
“All right, Rich,” Scott finally entertained the Golf Boys, “please enlighten me.”
“It’s one of three things. One, you want to intimidate Caprina with your hot new girlfriend. Two, you want the Great Disaster to give you a reason to bow out of the campaign.”
“Those are two reasons,” Scott spoke, “what’s the last one?”
“Lastly, you want a reason,” Richard hesitated, “to let Mariana go if she messes up on the campaign, which you’re hoping she does.”
Michael looked back at Scott. “Is that true?”
Scott took a puff of his cigar and admired the Cuban. “One is definitely true.”
****
“Chris, you wanted to see me?” Mariana entered his office.
“Yes, come in, Mari. Close the door behind you,” Chris Molina was one of Scott’s trusted creative directors at McCormick and Sheppard. Besides the magnificent work he did on a regular basis, Chris kept Scott up to date on any problems with Mariana. Much to Scott’s happiness, there were very few.
Mariana sat down in front of Chris’s chair. “What’s up?”
“I know what happened the other day was a shell-shock, and honestly, no one saw that coming. We didn’t think she would show her face around here again after what happened with her and Ice years ago. I can completely understand if you want to withdraw from the campaign because it might be too much for you to handle.”
“No,” Mariana shook her head.
“Mari, you don’t have to prove anything to me, Ice, or anyone around here.” Chris reasoned. “It will be completely understandable if you don’t want to work with Ms. Waters on this campaign.”
“No,” Mariana was adamant, “I have admired Ms. Waters’ work from a distance for years, and I still want the opportunity to work with her, regardless of the former relationship she had with Mr. Reed.” She emphasized ‘former.’
“Okay,” Chris conceded, “but just let me know if things get too heavy and we’ll work something out for you.”
“Chris, I’m a big girl. I can handle myelf. Caprina doesn’t intimidate me.” Mariana knew it was a big lie, but she continued anyway. “I know I have nothing to prove to anyone else, but I have something to prove to myself. I want to work on this campaign.”
“Okay. That’s all, Mari. You can go now.” Chris said to her and she left. Once Mariana was gone, Chris got on the phone. “I tried to talk her out of it but she insisted on staying in the campaign.”
“All right,” Scott answered back, “keep a close eye on her. If she even misspells a name, I want her off the campaign.”
“You got it, Ice,” Chris replied, “and what about Ms. Waters? Did you want me to watch her as well?”
“No,” Scott replied, “I’ll be watching her like a hawk.”
ELEVEN
Sarah sat in the waiting room of her OB/GYN for her first prenatal visit. She was eight weeks along and not a day more. She still couldn’t believe that she pregnant. She was about to embark on a modeling contract and finally get out of the hip-hop video game. Now she was knocked up with Eric’s baby.
Eric’s baby. Not Scott’s.
Sarah waited for the moment to feel guilty about her feelings towards Scott. He was with Mariana and had no interest in anyone else. But Sarah wasn’t actively pursuing him—at least not yet. She just wanted to fantasize about him often and there was no harm in that. No one was getting hurt, and she was getting nothing but pleasure from her fantasies.
The one she had the other day was so hot, she could’ve sworn she broke her dildo because she used it so hard. She imagined she and Scott were again participating in race play, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
Scott traced the hollow of Sarah’s neck with His tongue while a free hand found her wet slit and played with her aching cunt. “Is this nigger pussy mine, Sarah?”
Sarah squirmed as she gripped the back of her Master’s head. Her cunt was throbbing and begging to be fucked. “It’s yours, Master.”
“My pet,” Scott continued to play with her slit, “say it.”
Sarah’s body yearned for Him, wanting to be completely dominated and controlled. Now she had her chance. She loved being called a nigger by her Master. Some would think it was a part of self-hate or humiliating, but she craved it. Every time her Master called her a nigger, Sarah’s panties got wetter, and she became more aroused. Her panties were currently damp and she knew she was going to be completely wet within seconds.
“This nigger pussy is yours, Master,” she breathed.
“That’s a good slut,” Scott pulled down Sarah’s top and exposed her hardened nipples. He removed His hand from her cunt and traced the outline of her breasts. “I want you suck My cock.”
Sarah kneeled down until she was at face level with her Master’s flaccid cock. She opened her mouth wide and began sucking on her Master’s cock, and it quickly hardened. He pulled her hair out of her face so He could get a better look at her sucking His cock. “That’s right, nigger. That’s all you Black whores are good for is sucking cock,” her Master moaned. “Don’t ever forget it.”
Sarah continued to suck Scott’s cock as He belittled her. The words ‘nigger,’ ‘coon,’ and a variety of stereotypical Black names shot out Scott’s mouth as He watched Sarah please Him. He abruptly stopped her and bent her over the couch. He got behind her and lifted her dress up to her waist.
He slapped her ass a few times and Sarah grunted, trying not to make too much noise. Her Master moved her panties to the side and forced His cock inside her cunt. Sarah yelped at the sudden pressure but Scott held her steady. He possessed her mind and now her body, just the way they both wanted it. “I’m going to fuck this Black pussy like I own it.” He voraciously moved inside her. “Your Black ass is mine, Sarah. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…”
“Sarah?” The nurse repeatedly called her name.
Sarah was jerked back into reality by the nurse. “I’m sorry. I was in another world! I’m ready.”
TWELVE
To my Lord, I give my submission. To my Lord, I give my devotion. To my Lord, I give my sex. To my Lord, I give my fears. To my Lord, I give my trust. To my Lord, I give my happiness. To my Lord, I give my everything. My Lord loves me and I love my Lord.
Mariana felt silly for not trusting her Master in assigning the mantras to her. Every morning she repeated them, she felt a bit more confident than she had the previous day. She could breathe a little more easily and smiled more. She could think more clearly and, Mariana dared think, food tasted better.
I need to stop underestimating my Lord.
“I have a surprise for you,” Scott appeared at th
e doorway.
Mariana turned to him. “Yes, my Lord?”
Large rope dangled from Scott’s fingers. “Follow me.”
Mariana silently followed Scott to their bedroom. “Stay still,” He ordered. He began to tie the rope around her body in karada fashion. “You won’t be wearing bra and panties today, My pet.”
Mariana didn’t dare to look down at the contraption her Master put her in. She felt the rope go in between her thighs and her Master slightly tugged on it, brushing against her clit. She just had to trust He knew what He was doing. “Yes, my Lord.”
A few minutes later, Scott was finished and He stepped back to look at His creation. “Absolutely stunning.” He stepped away so Mariana could see herself in the mirror. “What do you think?”
Mariana’s eyes widened as she glanced at her body. Many diamond-like shapes surrounded her body with careful attention to her breasts. Walking wouldn’t be an issue but sitting down was going to be interesting. The rope was going to rub against her clit the whole day. “I like it, my Lord.”
“Very well. Put your clothing and go about your normal activities today.” Scott spoke softly.
Mariana immediately thought about how she would be able to go to the bathroom. She just hoped she wouldn’t have any bowel movements. “My Lord, what if the rope rubs me too hard?” Mariana was worried.
“It won’t cause burn, I’m not concerned with that,” Scott smiled as He stood behind her. He gently stroked the rope with one hand, while cupping one of Mariana’s breasts with the other. “I’m more concerned how you’re going to walk when you keep getting off all day.”
****
“Mariana Harlow speaking.”
“Hello Mariana Harlow, this is Caprina Waters,” Caprina carefully applied her mascara, “how are you doing, lovie?”
“I’m fine, Ms. Waters, how are you?” Mariana wondered how Caprina got her work phone number. She then remembered Caprina probably called the reception desk and asked to be transferred to her line.
“I’m doing wonderful. I have a proposal for you: since we’ll be working closely together, I was wondering if we can meet for lunch today. You know, get to know each other better.”
Mariana had no desire to have lunch with Caprina. She was going to be out with one of the world’s most beautiful women, someone she had admired for years. She was also going out with the woman who destroyed Scott’s life and subsequently made it difficult for her to connect with Scott’s family. If she blew off the meeting, however, she wouldn’t hear the end of it from Chris, who likely would be reamed by Scott.
Mariana couldn’t avoid Caprina if she tried. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. “Sure, what time?”
“Around eleven-thirty. I’ll send a car to pick you up. Can’t wait to see you!” Caprina hung up.
Mariana wanted to object to the meeting but it was too late. It was already fifteen minutes past eleven and Caprina was well on her way. Mariana sent out an e-mail to Chris letting him know of her change in schedule and made her way to the bathroom. At least she could look semi-decent in front of Caprina.
She walked carefully to the bathroom, feeling the rope rub against her clit. She soon felt wetness form between her thighs and she became hot. It felt as if every step she made, she was closer to having an orgasm. She hurriedly walked to the bathroom and rushed to the nearest stall. She made it just in time. She bit her fist as the orgasm washed over her.
She was no longer concerned about meeting with Caprina after all.
****
Mariana walked out of the office building just five minutes before eleven-thirty. She saw a Lincoln Town Car waiting for her. “Mariana Harlow?” the driver asked.
“Yes,” she nodded.
The driver opened the door. “Here is your pick-up car. I’ll take you to meet Ms. Waters.”
Mariana smiled as she got inside the vehicle. She already felt important and like a celebrity. “Thank you.” The driver closed the door and walked back to the driver’s side. He soon sped off.
Mariana looked around on the inside of the vehicle and was impressed. Maybe the lunch meeting with Caprina wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe the past was just that—the past. Maybe she had turned a new leaf and would keep her relationship with Scott purely professional. Mariana silently chanted her mantras again.
To my Lord, I give my submission. To my Lord, I give my devotion. To my Lord, I give my sex. To my Lord, I give my fears. To my Lord, I give my trust. To my Lord, I give my happiness. To my Lord, I give my everything. My Lord loves me and I love my Lord.
She slightly shifted her position in the car and the rope brushed up against her clit. The small movement sent shivers down to her core and Mariana felt herself becoming aroused. She shifted her position again and the rope moved against her clit more. No matter how many times she moved, she knew Scott would be the reason behind each climax.
It was a going to be a great lunch meeting.
****
“Mariana!” Caprina greeted her with a kiss on each cheek and clutched her arms, as if they were old friends. “Thank you for coming!”
Mariana had a naturally big smile to match Caprina’s. Getting over several times that morning had done the trick. “Thank you.”
Caprina sat down at the table and Mariana sat across. “How are you doing, love? How have you been?”
“Great,” Mariana remembered her last orgasm. She had thought she was going to create a hole in the leather seats of the Town Car because she gripped them so hard. “Never better. You?”
“I’m doing just wonderful, thanks for asking!” Caprina smiled. A waiter came by and gave the specials of the day. After browsing the menu briefly, the women placed their orders. “So, you’re working on my new campaign, huh? Tell me what your ideas are for it.”
“Well, I was thinking we could do a series of funky and eclectic photos for the magazines and a sharp thirty-second spot for TV,” Mariana answered.
“Oh, really?” Caprina inquired. “Do tell more.”
“Well, like everyone associates supermodels with being glamour icons and everyone likes them,” Mariana began, “but we need to take you out of the box a little and put you in a different environment. Something like highlighting the shoes and jeans while you’re in a grocery store or the sunglasses while you’re out in the Mojave.”
Caprina began to take mental notes. She was going to present the ideas to Guess later as if they were her own. “Very well. I like that. I like that a lot.”
“Yeah, I would say I was the originator but I can’t take credit for it,” Mariana took a sip of water, “Scott and Chris came up a lot of those ideas. I just added my input.”
Caprina was waiting for Mariana to say the magic word. “Speaking of Scott, I’m sure you are aware of our past relationship.”
Mariana felt she just walked into a trap. “Yes,” she replied.
“I just want to let you know that the past is just that. Eight years ago we both were fools and we’ve moved past that. You have nothing to worry about.” Caprina smiled.
Mariana shifted in her chair and the rope rubbed against her clit. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping to compress the feeling of an impending orgasm. “I didn’t have anything to worry about to begin with,” Mariana replied. This time, it wasn’t a lie.
“Good! You’re very smart and incredibly beautiful,” Caprina had to force the compliment out of herself. “I don’t want you to be intimidated by me.”
“Don’t worry,” Mariana smiled, “I’m not.”
Caprina read Mariana’s eyes. She was confident, and was that a smirk she saw forming on her lips? “That’s good to hear,” Caprina was silently furious.
Mariana shifted her position again and the rope moved over her swollen nub. She was becoming wetter with each passing moment. “Thank you for the talk, Ms. Waters.”
“Caprina,” the model corrected.
Mariana tightened her thighs again but it only added more pressure to the already
intense feelings she had down in her heat. “Ca-pree-nuh…” She breathed. She took a gulp of water. “Oooh…”
Caprina had a quizzical look on her face. “Are you okay, Mariana? You look flushed.”
“I’m having a hot flash,” her breathing became more labored, “that’s all.”
“Are you sure?” Caprina grabbed a drink menu and began to fan Mariana. “You look really hot.”
Mariana shifted in her seat again and it sent her over the edge. She grabbed the edge of the table as the orgasm rushed through her body. After a few brief moments, she let go of her grip on the table and relaxed her body. She slumped back into her chair and opened her dreamy eyes. “I’m fine now. I’m doing just fine.”
****
“Okay, I’m going to keep this short and sweet,” Scott met with his creative directors, “I have a very important meeting later, so I’ll be gone starting at two. We’re going to do a roundtable of your projects. Tell me your progress within five minutes. Don’t give me a whole lot of bullshit; just the facts. All right? Let’s go.”
“We’re in the progress of revamping the website to make it more consumer-friendly,” the IT director, Bill, stated. “Nothing new here except we’re troubleshooting the problems, adding streaming video, and making it easier to navigate.”
“Great. Next?” Scott directed.
“We have about ten ongoing projects right now. We’re working with Target on revamping their website, as well as some Procter & Gamble companies. No issues here, just a lot of busy work. So far, under budget,” the Interactive & Design director, Slate, reported.
“Very good, very good. Next?” Scott asked.
Chris went next. “As everyone knows, the biggest client we have right now is Guess. No issues yet, but then again we just started the campaign. One of the interns, Mariana, is out to lunch with Ms. Waters right now, so she’ll report to me when she gets back about how the meeting went. Other than that, the other campaigns are running smoothly with the exception of the Dove fiasco but that’s been straightened out.”
Scott kept a poker face as he listened intently on Chris’s report. He particularly didn’t like to hear Mariana was out to lunch with his nemesis, but that was an issue he would deal with later. Caprina was getting closer to him, and Scott already felt suffocated. “Very well.”