James had come back into the room and stood off to the side, checking them out. His eyes were lowered and one side of his mouth was curled to the side. Olivia could tell she was turning him on. Seeing his reaction made her dance even harder. She gave Misty another song and then made her way over to him.
“Baby, I can watch you all night,” he said.
“What if I want you to do more than just watch?” Olivia asked in a sultry voice.
He pulled her in close. “And what would that be?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” she whispered. Remembering her manners, she pulled back. “James, this is Misty. I’m not sure if you have met.” Looking behind her, she realized the woman was no longer there.
James shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, babe, maybe next time.”
He wrapped his arm around her, moving her in close and taking her mouth in his. Olivia was caught off guard. His lips were so soft. Her body melted against his. Their lips unlocked, and Olivia stared into his big dark brown eyes.
Overcome with embarrassment from the public display, she backed off him and checked to make sure no one was looking at them. What she laid eyes on took her breath away. People were on the dance floor, going at it like wild animals. The women, who barely had any clothes to start with, were now completely nude. One woman was on her knees giving a hand job to one man, giving a blow job to another, and was getting banged from behind at the same time. Some other people were coupled off one minute, then the next, someone would join them.
It was pandemonium, and an orgy was going on right in front of her. She had heard of swinger parties, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to end up at one. Olivia’s instincts told her to leave, but she couldn’t pull her gaze from a lady getting rear entry service, while using a dildo on the woman lying on the ground in front of her. The woman was Misty. She had her legs spread open, enjoying every moment of it. She looked over at Olivia, giving her and enticing smile. Olivia avoided direct contact.
James distracted her by pulling her back into his arms. The hardness of his manhood pressed against her stomach. He seemed enamored by the chaos.
“You okay? We can leave if you want.” His eyes said otherwise. They were filled with lust.
“We’re here now, besides it is kind of turning me on.”
Olivia focused back on the room. No one cared that she was being a voyeur. In fact, they seemed to take pleasure in it. James placed his hand on her chin. Turning her head away from them, he began kissing her again. His hands wandered across her body. Intoxication overtook her, letting Olivia’s inhibitions fly out one of the open windows.
She let James do as he wished. He pushed her thong to the side, got on his knees, and began pleasing her pearl with his tongue. Her body reacted to his touch, and her moisture began to flow. Olivia raised her dress to get a better view of what he was doing to her. James gazed up at her and smiled as he continued his clitoral assault.
She glanced around the room. Eyes were on them. Olivia prayed no one would come over. She wasn’t ready for that. Misty watched them, her eyes growing bigger with interest. Olivia ignored her and put her attention on the man between her legs. Her vagina pulsated.
Out the corner of her eye, she saw Misty walking towards them.
“Suck on them,” James whispered in her ear. “I won’t be mad. Suck her titties. It’ll turn me on more.”
Her eyes locked with Misty. She was ready and willing.
“That’s it. Don’t be shy, girl.”
Misty licked her lips, moving in closer. Olivia shook her head. This wasn’t right. She didn’t care about this man and surely not the woman in front of her. Misty’s smile faded, showing disappointment.
Olivia snapped out her trance. “Where is the restroom?”
James motioned down the hall to a door. Olivia was drunk. The alcohol had taken full affect. She staggered in the direction he pointed. Grabbing a face towel out the cabinet, she turned on the hot water and cleaned herself off. What am I thinking? This is not me.
She heard a soft tap on the door. “Someone is in here,” she shouted.
“It’s me, Misty.”
Olivia unlocked the door and let her in. why?
“You okay?” Misty asked.
“I’m fine,” she slurred.
Olivia handed her a towel. Misty started rinsing herself off, but she didn’t take her eyes off Olivia.
“You’re very beautiful.”
“Thanks.” Olivia blushed.
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
“No.”
“How about fantasized about it?” Misty turned and faced her.
“No,” Olivia said with an attitude.
Misty put her hand to one of Olivia’s breasts, taking the nipple in her mouth and suckling it. Her other hand swiped at the moisture between Olivia’s legs. Olivia shoved her off and snatched open the door. She made her way back into the hallway, briefly adjusted her clothes, and made her way back to James.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just ready to go.” She crossed her arms and glared at him. Misty had blown the high she was on. Reality began sinking in. What must he think of me? Was this whole thing some sort of test?
James apologized as they made their way to his car. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d be okay with it.”
“What about me said I’d be okay with an orgy?” She slumped in the seat.
“You never know until you know.” He jammed his key in the ignition.
She remained silent as he drove. The other car and trucks whizzing by on the highway were nothing but a blur. She could feel his eyes on her from time to time.
They pulled up in front of her house. He got out, opening the car door and walked her to the front door.
“I’m sorry for tonight. Do you think we can try again?”
“Not no, but hell no.” Whatever games he wanted to play she wanted no part. She opened the door and stepped inside.
Chapter Twenty-two
Hours passed, and she tossed and turned in her bed. She dreamed of several men on her at one time. Olivia woke up in a sweat. She needed a release.
Sliding out the bed, she shed her nightclothes. By the time she made it to her office, she was naked. Checking her account first, she saw that she had fifty-six picture downloads and thirty-three new fan club members. Olivia loved this job. It didn’t take being online to make money. The pictures were $1.75 to start. Nude ones were a little more. The fan club members paid a monthly fee of $9.99 and she already had over five hundred, not included the ones who just joined.
Olivia’s body was on fire. Tonight would be different. She pulled out her brand new blue vibrator and clicked on Nude Chat. The men would have to pay to even come in the room tonight, no freebies. Letting the music get her further in the mood, she waited for her audience.
Cha ching!
Cha ching!
The sound of money coming in the room. It was show time.
“Hello, darlings,” she purred. Tonight it was all about her and what she wanted.
Her body moved to the beat like a trained exotic dancer. She swayed her hips and spread her legs, taunting them as she massaged her breasts. Squeezing them together, she flicked her tongue across the nipples.
From the comments, she knew she had their attention. She picked up a bottle of baby oil, opened it, and let it drop down slowly on her chest. The oil made a winding stream down to her navel. She placed the bottle down and began rubbing the oil into her breasts, toying with her nipples until they were rock hard.
The cam to cam view popped up. Several men were showing themselves to her as they stroked away. Her phone rang in the distance. She ignored it and continued her show.
Answer the phone,someone typed.
She shook her head.
It rang again.
Answer the phone.
Giving in, she clicked her blue tooth. She kept her eyes on the monitor as she answered. One of t
he men adjusted their camera for a full body shot.
“You look amazing, love,” Richard said.
Her eyes were playing tricks on her. She heard his voice and saw him on the screen. Olivia’s mouth dropped open.
“No, love, continue. As you can see, I’m rock hard for you.” He held his member in his hand and shook it at the camera.
She blushed.
“Entertain me,” he said.
This wasn’t her plan, but knowing he was watching excited her. Turning her back to the camera, she picked up the bottle of oil again. She bent over and rubbed it across her firm ass cheeks until they glistened. Stretching over further, she gave them a full view of both of her holes.
“You’re such a bad girl.”
She ignored the insistent typing of others. Their comments were irrelevant. Her focus was now on pleasing Richard and finding her own release. She leaned back on her chaise, spreading her legs as far as they could go.
“Love this view.”
His eyes grew bigger as she gave a full view of her pink sweetness. She teased her bud with her index and middle finger, stopping before reaching her peak. Her surprise was lying next to her. It was her vibrator.
Suck on it, baby.
No, put it in you.
“No,” she said while waving it at them.
She smiled while rubbing the toy across her clit. The vibration caused a chill down her spine. Olivia wasn’t prepared for the sensation she felt. Her juices began to spill out onto her firm companion. No extra lubrication was needed. She slid it inside her walls, pulling it in and out slowly, vibrating her to the core.
“That’s right, baby, keep it going. I’m going to cum with you,” Richard said.
She worked the toy in her. He gripped his shaft and stroked it hard. Olivia was unable to hold back. It was a thrill watching him as he watched her. Tingling started in the pit of her stomach, shooting down to her toes. She began coming, fast and hard. She was in pure bliss, letting out moans until she collapsed on the floor.
“Look up, love.”
Olivia opened her eyes to see Richard’s release. When he was finished, Olivia logged out to speak with him.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“The day I came in you room and you had the computer up. You said you were in a chat room, but I recalled seeing the name of the site on some advertisements. I’ve been watching you since then.”
“Wow.” She blushed.
“I know I should have explained the Georgia situation better. I was caught off guard.”
“Let’s not talk about this now.” Olivia sighed.
“Fine. Do know understand this, though. What she and I had is, and has been, over for years.”
“Richard. Stop it.” She turned off her computer and made her way back to her bed.
“Stop what? I’m trying to let you know I care for you, woman.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re a highly intelligent woman. Don’t pretend you don’t know when someone is crazy about you.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say ‘I care for you too, Richard, and I’d love to talk to you tomorrow after we’ve both had some sleep.’”
Olivia smiled and agreed. He didn’t owe her any more explanations. After Travis she was thankful he at least tried but she was far from stupid.
Chapter Twenty-three
A two days later, Olivia’s head was killing her. She decided to change up her look a little bit and had gotten micro braids the day before. With her going to the gym four times a week, the new style worked out better. Before, she’d sweat and her hair would look a hot mess when she was finished. Now, no worries, no more frizz. She opened up her bottle of pain relief and popped two pills in the elevator on the way up to her floor, willing the pain to go away.
A few raised eyebrows when Olivia stepped off the elevator and strolled into the office. She was used to the looks. It was the same when she cut her hair. For the past year, they’d grown accustomed to short, and now she was back to long and flowing.
Anita gave her thumbs up and whistled. “Sexy Mama.”
Laughing, Olivia continued past her cubicle toward her office. Brandon, the customer service manager, was in her direct path. She turned left at the next opening instead of continuing straight to avoid him. He was on the top of the list of people who worked her last nerve. Brandon was the most racist person she’d ever met. Brandon made it a point to talk down about the black community every chance he got. He was the first person to not hire someone because of the color of their skin. The only time he even opened his mouth to her was to say something degrading about someone.
She slid into her office chair, quickly turning on my computer, pretending to be busy.
“Olivia, new look I see.” He stood at her door with a smug look on his face.
She ignored him and kept pecking away on her keyboard.
“It looks ethnic. Kind of like Whoopi Goldberg.”
“Whoopi Goldberg? Are you insane?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “These braids are so small you can barely tell they are braids. Whoopi Goldberg has dreadlocks. Ethnic? As if you would know anything about our culture. The walls of the pyramids are covered with women donning braids. Please remove yourself from my office unless you have something pertaining to work.”
“See, that’s exactly why I’ll never date a black woman. You’re so angry.” He turned his back to her.
Olivia wanted to shout, kiss my angry black ass. Instead, she stood and smiled. “How’s Tonisha working out? It has been a year and I see she hasn’t missed a day.” Tonisha was a woman he declined because of her nationality. Olivia hired her based on qualifications. “As a matter of fact, she’s your top adjuster now. I can’t wait to see her performance reviews and the raise you suggest she receive.”
If looks could kill, Olivia would have burnt up faster than a vampire in sunlight. Brandon stormed away, almost running into Anita, who was on her way to her office.
“What’s his problem?” she asked.
“The usual—angry black woman hurt his feelings.”
“Not again.” Anita folded her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “What’s his problem with you?”
“Today or in general? If it’s today, then it’s my ethic micro braids. In general, my skin tone, but that’s his problem not mine.” Olivia rolled her eyes and sat in her seat.
“I must say you look fabulous today, girl. What’s gotten into you?”
“I had a date this weekend.”
“Oh my god! With who? How come you didn’t tell me? Tell me everything.” She took a seat on the edge of Olivia’s desk.
“Calm down. I didn’t say it turned out well.” No need to mention that the party turned into a freak fest.
Anita’s smile fell. “What happened?”
“Let’s just say he’s into something I want no parts of. I do have a question though.” She lowered her voice. “How do you feel about black women with white men?”
“I like black men so what’s the issue?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “It seems like a white woman and black man is more acceptable.”
“Who cares what anyone things. You like who you like. Hold on, was this date white?” Her eyes lit up with interest.
“No.”
“Then why ask?”
Olivia’s office phone rang. “No reason. I’ll catch up with you later.” She waved her off and then answered it. “Human Resources, Olivia speaking.”
“Well, you are still alive. I didn’t hear back from you,” Richard said.
“One moment, please.” Olivia walked around her desk and closed her office door before continuing. “I didn’t know what to say to you.”
“How can you not know what to say? I’ve expressed my feelings for you.”
“The only thing you’ve expressed… All we’ve expressed is how great we are in bed.” Georgia’s words came to mind. “Outside of sex, can you really see yourself with someon
e like me?”
“You’re confusing me.” His voice lowered. “Who wouldn’t want to be with a beautiful, intelligent, and sophisticated woman?”
“You left out black.”
“Black, green, purple…I don’t care.”
She walked around her office stopping at her plaque on the wall she received when she became the Human Resources Manager. “You’d have no problem having this black woman on your arm when you’re rubbing elbows with the rest of the big wigs?”
Richard let out a breath. “I’d be happy too.”
“What about Georgia?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it?”
She dropped her head. “I saw you hugged up in the elevator after you left my room.”
“You’re mistaken love. What you saw was me confirming Georgia and I’d never be together. I’m talking to the woman I want.”
His words lifted her spirits but she was uneasy. “I don’t know. I’ve been hurt bad. Giving myself to someone who used me once they made it to the top has wounded me.”
“Love, I’m already high up on the food chain and if I went higher I’d have no problem with you by my side.”
Travis had left her feeling like an injured animal in recovery. “I need more time to think.”
“Understandable. And, just for the record, I do miss you.”
“Noted. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a ton of work to do.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “It’s the end of the month. I’m just the HR Manager and not an associate, remember.”
“My apologies. Please call me when you get a chance.”
She hung up the phone.
Why in the heck was he doing this? Richard was the one who’d said he wasn’t ready for any type of relationship. Olivia didn’t expect for it to end the way it did, but it was a fling and destined to end. Now, he was complicating matters.
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