Days of Desire

by India T. Norfleet

  “Whitley…”

  “Will I’m not staying here tonight. I’ll work from home as I’ve done many times in the past and make certain you are briefed and that everything you require from me for the next issue is on your desk by 9 a.m.” Will stood and walked around to the front of his desk.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes sir.”

  I won’t back down, nor will I allow your overpowering presence to intimidate me. No matter how sexy you are or how good you smell.

  “Am I to take it, you’re being insubordinate?”

  “I don't think I am but whatever floats your boat sir.”

  “I don't think I made myself clear when I was in your office. Hence, I’ll repeat myself. You will stay here for as long as it takes, until the issue with the magazine is resolved or you’ll be fired effective immediately.”

  “I figured you'd say that. Therefore, here’s my resignation. I quit, good luck replacing me with someone who will do my job like I did.” She strutted out of Bardell’s office with her head held high.

  Whitley caught the elevator back down to her office, gathered her things, and walked out the door.

  “This bastard just pissed me the fuck off!” Whitley shouted into her Samsung Galaxy S4.

  “Wait, what happened?” Her sisters inquired with concern.

  Whitley didn't take a breath until she relayed the entire story with more than a little bit of colorful language added to her version.

  “You were right in what you said but you were wrong in how you went about it baby girl.”

  “Yeah Whitley, that’s your job. How are you going to make a living? You can’t just go around quitting your job simply because someone pisses you off. You know Wendy and I will always be here for you but you let your anger get the best of you. We could have celebrated your birthday tomorrow.” Winter agreed.

  “Okay listen, I was trying to wait until tonight to tell y’all this. I’ve been running an online adult toy store for the past three years now. It’s brought in enough money to quit my job at Lovers First magazine. I was just trying to wait until…”

  “Wait, you have a sex toy business and I just paid $120 for a vibrating dildo? I should whip your ass.” Wendy laughed.

  “Me too; I spent over $200 on toys from a new website my friend referred me to. I think it’s called Wet & Whipped Adult Toy and Novelty Store.”

  “Actually Winter, your total before the generous discount I gave you was closer to $400.”

  “How do you know… Whitley, that’s your company?”

  “OMG, wait until I tell momma.” She laughed hysterically.

  “Wendy, you better not.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to pay for our silence.” She joked.

  “You blackmailing heffa! I ain’t…hold on, someone keeps beeping in on my other line.” Holding the line, she clicked over.

  “Hello?”

  “Whitley, please come back to the office so we can talk this out. I never meant…”

  Mr. Bardell, no thank you. You made yourself perfectly clear on the matter. Good day.”

  She ended the call and went to click back over to her sisters but they had hung up. Tossing her cell into the passenger seat, Whitley made a mental note to call her sisters back once she arrived home. Exiting the freeway, she ran her free hand down her face and took a deep breath, then exhaled her irritation as she turned left and took the fifteen minute drive down the narrow street to her home.

  Of all the damn days!

  Just as Whitley turned down her street, her phone rang. Not bothering to check the display screen, she answered.

  “Hello?”

  “Whitley…” Click.

  She hit the end button, dropped it into her Cole Haan clutch then strode into her home. Stopping in the foyer, she relieved herself of her bags and jacket before making a beeline straight for her kitchen to the liquor cabinet. Grabbing the Patron and a shot glass, she poured herself a drink and took it to the head. “Woooo!”

  While searching for the strawberry daiquiri mix, she heard a car pull into her driveway. Assuming it was one or both of her sisters, she opened the side door then returned to the task at hand.

  “Whitley…”

  Startled, she jumped up so fast from squatting at the bottom of the refrigerator when she heard Will’s voice that she hit her head hard against the top shelf on the refrigerator door.

  “Ouch! Shit!” She frowned while rubbing her head.

  “Holy shit! Are you okay?” Will asked as he ran over to see if Whitley was injured. He was trying to check her head for swelling when her perfume instantly hardened his dick.

  Damn she smells so fucking good! Then again, she always does.

  “William, what the hell are you doing here and in my damn house?” She asked through clinched teeth while holding her hand over the left side of her throbbing head.

  “I came over to apologize and talk to you about your dramatic outburst. When I was walking up to your home, I heard the side door opening and assumed you opened it because you saw me approaching.” He went to the sink, rinsed his hands, grabbed the towel from the refrigerator then filled it with ice and placed the homemade compress to her head.

  “I thought you were my…wait what, my dramatic outburst!? You're the ass who threatened my job. Because I love what I do, I’ve bent over backwards for you. We have lost entire issues in the past and I stayed night-after-night until the problem was resolved. You are well aware that everything you asked of me would have been on your desk, just like I promised. Yet, you chose to play big bad boss with me. Furthermore, you decided to do this shit on my birthday?” She snatched away from the compress, picked up the bottle of Patron, and took a long swig.

  “Well, I ain't the damn one! So again, good luck trying to replace me. Now please, see yourself out and lock my door behind you.”

  Turning off the light, she exited the kitchen and headed for the back porch.

  “Whitley, I'm not leaving until you hear me out.” He said as he followed her.

  “You know you’re trespassing; I could shoot you.”

  “Damn it, I don't want to leave like this and I don't want you to resign. I was just…”

  “You’re going to have a shitload of explaining to do to your bosses as to why not only their Executive Editor is no longer working for them but why I’m now working for their rival magazine. Guess what, have fun explaining that shit.”

  “Got damn it, Whitley would you shut the hell up for one minute and just listen!” He yelled.

  Snatching the bottle from her, he threw it across the room, pulled her to him and vigorously kissed her lips. Initially, she resisted. However, when he loosened his grasp on her waist, slid his big hands down to her soft behind, pulled her skirt up, and drew her flush against his hard body, Whitley gave in and enjoyed his kiss, giving into the moment. Sensing her relax, Will slid his tongue into her mouth and his hands under her blouse. Cupping her soft breasts until her nipples hardened, he backed her up against the wall and ground into her through their clothes. Whitley glided her arms over his shoulders, spreading her legs wider to better feel his strokes. Ending the kiss, Will rested his forehead against hers and inhaled Whitley’s scent.

  “Whitley, I’m going to make love to you up against this wall right now. Then, I’ll explain my earlier behavior, do you understand?” He asked as he ripped her designer stockings from her legs.

  “Yes.” She whimpered.

  “Do you have any objections?” He unbuttoned his pants, tugged his boxers down and kicked them aside. “No.”

  “Good.”

  Will hoisted her up in his arms, held her thighs up to her chest and over his arms then slipped inside of her velvety warmth. Inhaling, Whitley let out a low mumbling moan.

  “Williammmm. Yessss.”

  “Grunting, Will kissed her bottom lip before he turned his head to the side and softly bit the side of her neck and earlobe. He held out for as long as he could, trying not to ejaculate
prematurely. Even without moving, all the wet warmness clinched his hardness. Slowly, he began to grind inside of her, stoking slowly and thrusting deeply.

  “Mmmmm.” Whitley mumbled loudly.

  She licked Will's neck from his ear to his collarbone then traced the sensitive skin there with light, butterfly kisses.

  “Fuck...me.” He whispered. He slipped his hands around to her ass, held her cheeks firmly and ground into her in a circular motion. His dick filled and massaged her repeatedly and completely. Greedily, her pussy sucked in his stroke and drenched every inch of him with every intense-driven grind.

  “Oh myyy, yess Will yesssss.”

  Instantly, Whitley began to contract and release her grip on his thick dick. Drenching him completely as his dick rubbed her G-spot ever so gently. Dragging her bra away from her nipple, long enough to get a good hold, he took her into his mouth and suckled. He alternated between applying light and deliciously painful pressure.

  “Oh my god Willllll!”

  “Call my name baby!” His voice was thick and heavy.

  The sweet sound of her moans captivated him, wouldn't let him go until his body began to reel with the beginning effects of a long and hard orgasm. The melody they created was too much for Whitley. She began to shake the second the sweet strokes of her clit set off a delightful chain reaction of uncontrolled body spasms that spread throughout her entire body.

  “Ohhhh yesssss.” Her body shook almost violently as her arms slipped down to his neck and held him there as her orgasm continued to rack her body. All it took was feeling Whitley's body responding to him to set him off mid-grind into her dripping pussy.

  “Ahhh! Oh shit.” He grunted as his body tensed. Temporarily losing control of his body, he hurriedly shut his eyes. Pleasure-filled spasms swallowed him whole as he thrusted hard and fast until cum shot out of his dick deep inside of Whitley's still quivering pussy.

  “Ahhhh, fuck.”

  A few moments of heavy breathing had passed before their bodies could somewhat function again. Raising his head, Will pushed locks of Whitley's hair out of her face then gazed into her eyes. After a concentrated moment, she looked away rapidly. Pulling his wet, still slightly jerking dick out of Whitley, he carried her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Her hot pussy was mere inches from his dick which already appeared to be nearing full salute status again.

  “Whitley, I apologize for taking you against the wall like that but I couldn’t resist not being inside of you any longer. I’ve been imagining the moment we just experienced for the last year and a half. Still, it was better than anything I could've ever imagined. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you but didn't want to mix my business with your pleasure.”

  “Ha! You got jokes.”

  “I have a few good ones from time-to-time. All jokes aside, as for me being an asshole earlier, it was only because I needed you to stay at work long enough to…”

  Ding Dong.

  “Could you hold that thought for one minute?” Whitley jumped up, pulled her skirt down and ran to her front door. The closer she got, the louder the knocks became.

  “Okay, hold on. This better not be Winter and Wendy banging on my door like this.” She mumbled as she unlocked it, pulling it open at the same time.

  “Hello. Special delivery for Whitley Greer.”

  “I'm Whitley Greer.” She answered suspiciously.

  “Ms. Greer, could you sign on the dotted line?” The delivery guy requested as he handed over his clipboard. “Thank you.”

  “Could you tell me who the delivery is from?” She asked as she saw a guy walk up her walkway with a dozen roses in a vase.

  “I’m sorry but that was asked to be kept anonymous. Have a good day.”

  “Hello ma'am, where would you like these?”

  “Anywhere in the living room is fine.” She stepped aside to allow him room to enter.

  “Okay, the others as well?”

  “What others…” Whitley turned around and saw eleven more guys, each carrying a dozen roses. “Uhhhh yes.”

  As soon as they were done, Whitley got ready to close the door when she witnessed something shining from the corner of her eye. Turning toward the object, she saw that it was a sleek, shiny, new limousine pulling up and parking in front of her home. The driver exited the car carrying a silver platter with a lid and four boxes.

  “Hello ma'am. These are for you.” He announced as he sat the boxes on the porch and took the lid off the platter to reveal a letter.

  Grabbing the letter, she tore it open and read it.

  Whitley, I've been secretly in love with you since the day you barged into my office telling me what you will and won't tolerate on your first day on the job. I could never find the right words to tell you. Then, when I read your response to our readers regarding how a man should treat a woman, I had my way in and was going for gold. I have an extra special night planned if you're ready to take a chance on me - on love.

  Turning around, she came face-to-face with William and his million dollar smile.

  “I was only trying to get you to stay at work to make sure you got all of your birthday presents. Happy birthday gorgeous.”

  “You did all of this for me?” She asked with tears in her eyes.

  “For you and only you beautiful.” He chuckled.

  “Oh my god, are you serious?”

  “Very much so.”

  Running to William, he picked her up in his arms as she kissed him all over his face.

  “Baby girl, what in the world is going on over here and why aren't you answering your phone…”

  Turning in the direction of her sister’s voices, she smiled even brighter.

  “Oh never mind, we know why now.” Wendy whispered.

  “Uh, speak for yourself, I don’t know anything. Whitley honey, you want to tell us what's going on?” Winter grinned.

  “Absolutely; this is one birthday I'll never forget!”

  The Roman Special

  “Hello, welcome to Happy Endings nail and day spa. How may I help you this evening?”

  “Hello, my name is Cassandra. I have a 7:30 appointment with Shantina, I'm about 15 minutes early though.”

  “Okay, could you please sign in and take a seat. I'll let her know you’re here.”

  “Great, thank you!”

  “You're very welcome!”

  After signing in, Cassandra rounded the corner and went into the art deco inspired pink and black waiting room and took a seat on the empty black semi-circle lounger closest to the magazines. Rifling through the magazine rack, she thumbed through magazines until she came across Men's Health and GQ. Jackpot. She grinned.

  While browsing the pages, she came across men of all races whom she assumed were in their mid-thirties like herself or older with bodies to die for. She was looking for a guy sexy enough she could masturbate to right quick. Cassandra made a mental note to call and make an appointment with the sex therapist she’d came across a few months ago while watching late night television. She was interested in ascertaining if Dr. Nutt could explain why she woke up in the middle of the night having intense sexual urges like she was some horny teenager, which began six months ago. Compulsions that either caused her to desire sex or required frequent masturbation in order to function.

  Pausing in the middle of a GQ article entitled stamina in the bedroom, Cassandra skimmed the commentary. Nevertheless, her focus was on the topless man piece of white chocolate in the middle of the page with amazing abs, sexy lips, and one hell of a protrusion which could be seen through his sweat pants.

  Yes daddy, come to momma.

  Instantly, she pictured herself vigorously riding his bulge on a picnic table in the middle of a neighborhood park. Quickly, she glanced around the waiting area. Other than a woman arguing on the phone across the room in front of the hostess desk, she was all alone. Placing the open publication on the seat next to her, she scrambled through her purse until her hands touched the bottom of the fat silic
one remote she was searching for. Cassandra took another look around the room. When she felt confident she was alone, she powered up the remote, jumping slightly at the medium vibrations from the pulsating egg that was inside of her massaging her delicate vaginal walls.

  “Ummm.” She mumbled softly.

  Grabbing the magazine, she placed it over her purse to further hide her secret and to masturbate to the sexy man she was now staring down at.

  “This shit feels so good.” She whispered.

  Closing her eyes, she smiled inwardly at the thought of getting caught in a public place. The excitement from the risk, made her squeeze her thighs together and gradually increase the vibrator's speed.

  Oh please, let me cum right quick. I need to bust this nut so fuckin’ bad.

  As the vibration began to take control of her body, Cassandra pressed the speed button on the remote. The throbbing on this speed was so strong she could feel it bouncing back and forth between her clit and G-spot.

  “Yesssss. Shit.” She whispered as she moved about in the chair trying to hurry her big bang.

  Gripping the remote so tightly, her hands were becoming sore. Cassandra dialed the vibrator up to its maximum speed. The second her eyes began to twitch and her toes curl, she was aware that an all-consuming, do whatever orgasm was near. Yes! Just before the waves could slam into her body, the hostess's loud click clack of her pumps and overly cheery voice broke her concentration.

  “Cassandra, Tina will see you now.”

  “Nooooo.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, I'm talking on my Bluetooth.” Cassandra lied pointing to her ear. Thankfully, she still had it on.

  “Oh okay. Well, whenever you’re ready, you can go on back.”

  “Okay, thank you.”

  “You're welcome.”

  Frustrated that she didn't get off, she grabbed her belongings as well as the magazine with the sexy hunk, shoved it into her purse, slowly stood, and made her way back to Shantina's workstation.

  If I don't come soon, shit is going to get real messy.

  “Hey lady.” Shantina smiled. “How are you?”

  “Hey Tina, thanks for squeezing me in for a last minute appointment today.”