The club looked very small from the outside, almost like a hole in the wall. Surprisingly, there were several people outside waiting to get in. She walked over to them. Her fingers flew over her phone keys as she sent a text to her date to let him know she’d arrived.
Find a table. I’m a few minutes away.
Inside, a hostess led her to a table in the far right corner of the club. If she had a choice, she’d be more in the center, but the club was packed. A local musician was performing, and he was good.
The waitress took her order and returned in no time. Olivia took in the décor. The place was cozy with simple but elegant decorations of purple and ivory. Music notes and photos of jazz legends past adorned the walls. She sat there a few minutes, enjoying the music, and sipping on her drink until she saw someone familiar heading in her direction.
What the heck is he doing here?
“Is this seat taken?” Richard asked. Being the only white person in the place, he stood out.
“Not at the moment, but I am waiting on someone.”
He needed to leave before her date showed. Richard was making her uncomfortable.
“You sure he’s not here now?”
“I doubt it.”
“You mean you aren’t ShyGirl?”
The liquid from Olivia’s drink caught in her throat, and she coughed. This couldn’t be right. It had to be some sort of joke. She was waiting for a guy named Chris. A black guy.
“There’s no way I could’ve mistaken those pretty brown eyes. I knew it was you the moment I saw you sitting at the bar. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Finally finding her voice, she said, “I think I need to leave. This was a mistake. I thought I was meeting a black…I mean someone named Chris.” Embarrassment had set in.
She had a discreet profile—someone had to be her friend in order to see it. All of Olivia’s photos were head shots. Richard had body pictures, not head shots, and what a lovely body it was. She knew he had an eagle tattoo on his back right shoulder and that his member curved to the left. What she didn’t know was what his face looked like. His tan was so dark she assumed he was biracial—black and white. She’d never dated anyone who wasn’t black, anyone she worked with, and definitely not next in line to be CEO!
Her heart raced and she adjusted herself in her seat. Olivia’s eyes went from him to the door then back to him.
She stood up to leave. Richard placed his hand on hers. His touch sent chills throughout her body.
“Olivia, don’t leave. It’s okay. Let’s at least enjoy the evening.”
She was already there and even if she left he’d still know she was ShyGirl. What could listening to jazz music with him hurt?
“Okay.” She sat down. “Hold on. I thought your name was Chris. What about those messages you sent me earlier? How the heck did you do that when you were in front of us speaking?”
He laughed. “Slow down. Chris is my middle name. It’s not like ShyGirl is your real name.”
She nodded.
“I sent those messages on the break we had right before I began speaking. I guess with the bad reception in the conference area it was delayed. Believe me, I didn’t plan for you to get those in the middle of me speaking. I must admit I did enjoy the look on your face.”
“That was evil.” She glared at him. “We’re both here now. Go ahead and take a seat.”
He slid into the chair next to her. His arm bumped her, sending a chill up her spine. She shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“No, I’m okay. I just need another drink.”
The things they had said to each other danced through her mind as Richard caught the waitress walking past them. “And to make you cum…” was on the top of the list. Her eyes wandered to his lips as he spoke to the waitress. They were nice and full.
“The lady will have?”
“A long island ice tea.” She needed something a lot stronger than the wine she currently sipped on.
“And Liquor 43 for me please, thank you.”
She admired how he was so comfortable. It was always the opposite for her. Whenever she walked in a room and realized she was the only black person, feelings of doubt set in. Olivia had to say something. Talking helped to calm her nerves. “Do you come here often?”
“Only on business trips.”
“Do you always take your women here?”
“I’ve always come alone. Believe it or not, this is my first time following through with someone I chatted with on the site. I dated on the internet years ago, and every woman I met looked nothing like the pictures I saw. They were either forty or fifty pounds heavier or, it was really their cousin on the picture instead of them. I had no intentions of actually meeting you either, but once I saw you in person, I had to.”
The waitress interrupted by placing their drinks on the table. She took a long swallow while Richard paid.
“Why does someone who looks like you use the adult site anyway? I’d think women would be throwing themselves at you.”
“I could ask you the same. The fact is I work a lot. I’ve tried to date here and there, but I’m not ready for a relationship right now. My ex-fiancé and I went through a bad breakup, and I just don’t really feel like dealing with anyone else on that level right now.”
“Good enough for me.” Olivia steered clear of that conversation. She didn’t want to get into her personal life.
After a few more drinks, she was tipsy. Richard turned out to be fun. His title no longer bothered her and she was getting used to his lack of pigment. They laughed and joked about some of the other people at their meetings.
“I have no idea how half of them were even in upper management,” Richard said.
“The same way my boss is. He couldn’t manage himself out of a paper bag.” She laughed.
She’d relaxed and was really enjoying herself. In the midst of conversation Richard’s hand found its way to resting on her thigh. As they spoke, he inched it up further. Olivia squirmed a little but didn’t remove his hand. She welcomed his warm touch.
The place was dimly lit. No one could see under the table. All the other tables were in front of theirs, and they were facing forward. Richard pushed her skirt up. He rubbed against her thong before moving it to the side.
Olivia let out a soft moan.
He rubbed her bud with his index finger. It wasn’t long before her juices were flowing.
“Let’s go outside,” Richard whispered. He left money for the waitress and led her toward the door. Once outside, he pulled her to the side of the building, opposite the parking lot and away from the street light. He pushed her against the wall and dropped to his knees. Richard put his head under her skirt and did exactly what he said he would do in the text messages.
His tongue lapped at her pearl. She’d never had anyone do it so well. Olivia opened her legs a little further. His tongue moved from her pearl to her hole. He pumped it inside.
“Oh, baby!” she cried.
“This black pussy tastes so good,” he said between slurps.
His tongue circled her clit, vibrating against it. Richard licked her sweetness until she felt the tingling sensation from deep within.
“That’s it, cum for me,” he demanded. He grabbed her ass and held her tight, working his tongue with lightning speed.
“Oh…shit…it’s…oh!” She released her passion on him.
Richard stood and put his lips to hers, making her taste her own juices. Olivia’s inhibitions fell to the wayside as their tongues danced.
She pushed his face away from hers. The liquor giving her courage, she grabbed his shaft and pulling him toward her. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked it like a pro. This was the second one she’d ever had, but she worked it like she’d done dozens. Unlike Travis, Richard didn’t force it down her throat. He let her do as she pleased.
Olivia maneuvered his shaft in and out her mouth while stroking the length of it with her hand.
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nbsp; “Yes, baby. Take it. Take it all.” He was moaning just as loud as she had been when the tables were turned.
“You like it?” She looked up at him.
“I need to feel the inside of you.”
She took him deep in her mouth, going as far as she could, then released. Wiping her mouth, she stood and watched him pull a condom out his pocket. Richard slid it on as she lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He guided himself inside of her. His member was bigger than she was used to, but she took it with pleasure.
He gave it to her, right there against the side of the building. Olivia was on a high. Never had sex brought her so much pleasure. She had to admit, she’d wanted him just as bad as Richard wanted her.
Their bodies worked in unison. She met him stroke for stroke.
“You feel so good,” he said, nuzzling against her neck. “If I could’ve I would’ve bent you over one of the conference tables.”
“Bend me over now.”
He pulled out and spun her around. Placing his hands on hers, he held them against the wall as he entered her from behind. She bit her lip in an attempt to avoid crying out. Standing doggie style, he took her to the point of ecstasy. She came with him inside her. Her body convulsed, and he held her tight, never wavering from his thrusts.
Voices could be heard exiting the building. They drowned out Richard’s moans as he came.
“It’s been so long,” he said between deep breaths.
They lay against the wall, spent. She pulled down her skirt while he pulled up his pants.
Euphoria and her buzz began to subside. Olivia was overcome with regret. She’d just had sex with one of her company’s directors.
“We better get back. We have a long day tomorrow.” Olivia avoided eye contact.
“Yes, I think we should take separate cabs. No one would notice us going in the hotel together.”
Olivia had a reason for not messing with anyone she had work with. From his apprehension on riding together, she assumed he felt the same and was fine with it.
They came from the side of the building, and Richard hailed her a cab. He gave her a kiss and sent her on her way.
Chapter Thirteen
Olivia endured another long, boring day of meetings. She was glad that round didn’t start until nine because she’d drank a little more than intended and needed the extra time to wake up and pull herself together.
Over the course of the day, Richard smiled in her direction a few times and that was it. No more text messages or elevator conversations.
When the day was over, she headed straight to her room. She had no real plans for the evening, other than reading another erotic book.
Olivia had a few hours to spare before dinner, and her laptop sat on the bed beckoning her. She logged into The Playhouse website, intent on making a few men’s dream come true. When she was online, she actually felt as if she was her alter ego, Vixen69. Olivia was bold and daring with the men when she was her. She had no problem telling them what she wanted done to her and egging them on with their fantasies.
She never knew the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm over and over again. Until now. The feeling was addicting. She knew the men didn’t care if she really came, as long as she made a lot of noise and they got theirs.
One thing she found absolutely hilarious was when a man’s credits ran out before he came. They would instantly get disconnected, and a few minutes later, the customer would show back up, ready to finish themselves off. The broke men were funny too. They would beg and beg to see some skin. It wasn’t going to happen for free. She’d give them a little dance but that was it.
She staying online until her stomach signaled it needed nourishment. Though the men couldn’t touch her, she felt dirty. After a quick shower, she got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. The restaurant was full people from the conference—mostly men.
“Olivia, it’s nice to see you. Join us,” Richard said. He was with a group of eight, and some of them waved her over. There were six men, including Richard, and two women.
Although she preferred to eat alone, Olivia sat down. One of the women rolled her eyes at her. She was the only black person at the table.
Don’t worry, heifa, I don’t want any of these men. Well, maybe one, but I already had him. You can have the rest.
Not a very big talker, Olivia remained quiet most of the meal. She felt odd being in close proximity to Richard. Images of their escapade flashed through her mind, and she avoided eye contact. She only spoke when someone asked her a direct question.
Bill Worthington ran the Michigan office and turned to her. “Olivia, I’m surprised you’re only a Human Resources Manager. I see your name attached to so many files you’d think you were the associate regional director.”
She’d thought it strange how she was the only HR person at all conferences and meetings she’d attended as well.
“I’m sure it’s just her name attached to the all user emails,” Patricia Zimmerman chimed in. She was the woman who rolled her eyes.
“No, the email may come from someone else, but I always look to see who actually did the work on a project. Way to go, Olivia. I’d love to have you on my team. If you ever think about coming to Michigan, make sure you look me up,” Bill said, shutting Patricia up.
“Thank you,” Olivia said. “I did get my Master’s in business management, but without experience, I fell back to my BA, which was in HR.”
“Impressive,” he said.
Richard nodded.
“Well, I want to know where you go shopping. I love your outfits,” said Ann Gable, speaking up for the first time.
“Before we leave, I’ll get your business card and fill you in. Right now, I don’t want to bore the men. Especially after the last speaker we had.”
“Yes, please spare us,” Richard said.
Everyone laughed. The last meeting of the day left Olivia contemplating suicide to end her misery. A few of the others had nodded off a few times. Some even feigned important calls from their home office and excused themselves from the room.
Olivia ended up sitting at the table with them for over two hours. She needed to check on her boys and was the first to excuse herself. Once back in her room, she called her sister.
“Hey, Angela.”
“Hey, girl. How’s D.C.? Any fine men there?”
“Yes, there are, but that’s not what I am here for.” She wasn’t about to tell her she had gotten some outside a club. “Where’re my babies?”
“In the other room, playing the video game. Hold on, I’ll get them.”
“Hey, Mom. You okay?” Jayden asked.
“Yes.”
“Hey, Mom. What’s D.C. like?” Jaylen asked. Jayden had gotten his answer and had already passed the phone to his brother.
“It’s nice. Lots of people. You’d be shocked to see that there are homeless people just blocks away from the White House.”
“Really? Take a lot of pictures. Hey, Jayden, it’s my turn!” There was a banging sound. Olivia could hear them fussing in the background.
“Girl, they’re crazy,” Angela said.
“That’s why they have their own rooms. Twins yes. Identical attitudes, not even close. Jayden is just like his dad, selfish to the core.”
“Maybe he’ll grow out of it.”
“I doubt that.” She heard a knock on the door. “Someone’s at the door. I’ll talk to you later.”
Olivia hung up the phone and hesitated. She had no clue who it could be.
Another knock, and curiosity got the best of her. She looked through the peephole to see Richard standing on the other side. Unlocking the door, she opened it.
A fruit tray, bottle of wine, and Richard’s warm smile greeted her.
“You up for a night cap?” he asked.
“How can I deny a man bearing gifts?” With a wave of her hand, she ushered him in.
After giving her a peck on the lips, he continued in and set the items on the coffee table
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For the rest of the conference, it was more of the same. During the day, it was strictly business, and Richard showed up at her door at night for fun. Olivia wanted a fling, and that’s exactly what he gave her. When he wasn’t turning her out, she managed to sneak in a few hours at The Playhouse.
By the end of the conference, she had mixed feelings on leaving. She was thankful to no longer sit in boring meetings but would miss her sexual escapades with Richard. Olivia ignored the taxi driver’s terrible driving and reflected on the last few days.
It is what it is, and now it’s back to the real word.
The driver screeched to a halt in front of the airport. She grabbed her luggage and headed inside. As she waited for the plane, she received a text from Richard.
Be safe and thank you for these wonderful few days.
You’re welcome.
Can we keep in touch?
She didn’t see any problem with that. They lived in different states, and she wouldn’t have to worry about running into him.
Sure why not?
Okay, talk to you soon.
They called for her row to board. She picked up her carry-on and boarded the plane. Turing off her cell, she got comfortable in her seat. Once again, she was counting sheep before the plane took off.
Chapter Fourteen
“When I said for you to call me when you felt like talking, I didn’t realize it would be this long of a wait,” James said, teasing her.
With the whirlwind of the conference over, Olivia sat at her desk, trying her best to get back into the day-to-day routine of her office. With thoughts of Richard running through her mind, it was hard to focus. She typed a sentence or two, then she’d gaze off in a daydream of him coming to her room at night.
On her last night there, she had opened the door to find Richard on the other side once again. He was on her before she had time to react. Richard covered her with kisses filled with passion of a lover who’d been away for weeks. He kicked the door shut and backed Olivia into the room.
She came up for air. “Richard?”
He silenced her with another kiss. Richard placed his hand around her head and mouth on hers, backing her up to the bed. She bumped into it and fell back with Richard landing on top. His kisses went from her mouth, down to her neck while his hands went up her shirt.
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