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All Jess could think about was the sex that she wasn’t having. After a string of disappointing prospects in online dating, she deleted all of her accounts. She couldn’t palate suffering through one more slimy lizard tongue, one more boring date, one more sleazy come on, or having her breasts treated like door knobs. I’ll have to find some inspiration at the office to picture tonight when I masturbate, she thought. Pleased to find her preferred parking spot available, she let out an audible “Thank you”. Her spine straightened with a small sense of pride for remembering her new gratitude practice. Greeted by the crisp air, Jess climbed out of her black SUV, smoothed down her turquoise ankle pants, and slung the long, thick strap of her leather carryall over her shoulder. “Hello, lovely lady!” A sing-song voice echoed in the parking garage. It was Layla, the first and best friend Jess had made at this job. Layla was a woman filled with contradictions, outspoken yet with an air of mystery, regal but still had swagger, energetic yet soothing. There was an ease about her that was uncommon in others that shared the same intense drive and ambition.Jess greeted her in return, “Good morning! How was your date last night?” “You know those HGTV shows, with the super cute craftsman-style houses?”“Mmhmm.”Layla continued, ”And everyone talks about how it has so much character?”“I love those little details in an old home.”“Right, but then they find a crack in the foundation. The plumbing is funky.” Layla made a circle gesture with her hand in front of her groin. “Like it’s not getting the job done or doesn’t work at all.”“Noo!” Jess emitted between small escapes of laughter.“The new homeowners think, well I can overlook a few small things. They see the potential so they decide to make an investment. But it all ends with bankruptcy and foreclosure.”“Oh Layla, I’m sorry, I know you were excited about him. I gotta say, that was an excellent analogy though.” “Maybe you can use it in one of your online courses.” “You never know.” Layla shrugged, “Him though? That was the past, not today. Today is a new day. We are gazelles. Just these sleek, beautiful animals roaming this earth free and in the wild.”Jess countered, “I like thinking of myself as a lion.” “Well you do have a wild lion’s mane. You got that ‘unleash the beast’ vibe going on up there.”Jess reached up to touch her lightly frizzed, shoulder-length curls. Her fantasy of ringlets long gone, she figured her hair was a reflection of the brain it surrounded – creative, often going in different directions, and filled with big ideas. “Well then they’ll see me coming and already know,” Jess said with a wry smile.Their gleeful cackles echoed off the cement surrounding them.“That’s right. You channel that attack for your career. But this morning, on our way to work, I think we should be gazelles. Beauty. Grace. Flawless bounds ahead.”“Oooh. You practice that?” Jess teased.“No, but it was good, right?”“So prey instead of predator?” Layla shimmied her torso, “It’s gooood being on the receiving end.”Walking in stride with one another, they leaned shoulders and heads together and giggled. “I need to swing by the pharmacy. Meet you for lunch later?” Layla asked.“Sure. Go on, gazelle.” The LobbyJess quickly finished the two blocks to her office building. Rounding the corner she saw Drew, the new guy, through the window talking with a small group in the lobby. In the one short month since he’d arrived, the office had been buzzing with his name. Everyone wanted to be his friend, managers wanted him on their projects. Women looked at him, then down at their wedding ring with regret. Jess hadn’t spoken to him yet. She hadn’t had a reason to. But it was inevitable that their paths would cross. It would be one of the few work meetings she would look forward to. For now, she was satisfied to admire his beauty from a distance. His blue chambray suit was well-tailored to his wide shoulders and perfectly tapered at the waist. Brightly patterned socks peeked out above his fresh-from-the-box matte tan loafers. He was effortless, like he just stepped out of a Fortune 500 magazine cover. Captivated by this human specimen, a slight audible moan escaped her mouth.Part of her wanted to be jealous of his polished appearance. A quick glance at her reflection in the double doors confirmed that her hair was still wild, her shirt still not ironed but de-wrinkled in the dryer. Polished wasn’t a word that would likely ever describe her accurately. She glided through the double doors anyway, eyes forward, shoulders back. If she couldn’t be polished she’d sure as hell be confident, at least in appearance. No, screw that. Confidence was hers and she was determined to own the hell out of it. She walked herself through a story as she swept through the lobby, not giving Drew a second glance. I am a gazelle, graceful and free and… “M’am, m’am?” A sharp tone interrupted her reverie. She turned around. A woman in an oversized burgundy blazer and sad gray pants was walking briskly toward her. “Yes?” she replied.“Your badge?” the woman asked with the raised eyebrow of a scolding mother. “Oh, yes, of course.” Jess shoved her right hand deep into her bag, finally locating the badge after a few moments of awkward fumbling.With pursed lips and a quick nod, the lady returned to her post at the front desk. Jess clipped the badge on the collar of her shirt and walked toward the elevator. Okay gazelle, off to the zoo you go. Ding. The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, turned, and pressed ‘4’. Blue suit Drew was even finer from this angle. How she longed to run her fingers through his luscious dark locks of hair, to feel the stubble of his beard rubbing against her skin. Trying to be inconspicuous, she stepped to the right to continue her gaze as the doors slid closed. For one last glimpse, she leaned just far enough to send her phone tumbling to the ground.As she crouched to pick up her phone, her bag wedged between the doors. A loud buzzzzz rang out. Drew and the group of men all turned toward the noise. She tugged at the strap, jolting back when the doors released the bag from their grip and slid open again.Red-faced, and eyebrows raised, she froze, locking eyes with Drew. Not sure what to do, she smiled awkwardly. They kept eye contact until the elevator door shut, obscuring their view of one another. Real gazelle-like, more like a bull in a China closet. Her mind switched to her to-do list for the morning. Check calendar, follow-up with the London office, review Powerpoint for the meeting this afternoon, finalize that proposal, follow-up on a potential job interview, güvenilir bahis and get a card birthday for Doris two doors down.Blue Suit DrewA hint of a grin on his face, Drew turned back toward the group. Only half-listening to the conversation on sales prospects, he couldn’t shake the image of Jess standing there. That goofy grin on her face and those wild strawberry curls had him both amused and intrigued. He’d seen her before but had never really looked at her. Did she work in human relations or was she on the creative/dev team? He wanted to know more. “So what do you think, Drew?” Raul asked. Accustomed to his own wandering mind, Drew had a treasure trove of phrases and tactics to fold himself seamlessly back into conversations. Delay. Give himself time to replay the chatter he wasn’t focusing on, “Well, that depends.” Ask a broad open-ended question bided some time to reorient to the conversation, “Is there anything else we need to know?”“Actually, that’s a good question, Drew.” Damn. He’d left the door wide open for Floyd who used words like ‘expediency’ instead of simply saying ‘fast’. Floyd had an impressively shiny bald head and was noticeably shorter than the rest of the group. Between Floyd’s facial features and his short stocky frame Drew thought he looked like the younger, buffer, bald brother of Joe Pesci. Drew took note of how Emily, who was standing opposite him, began to shift her weight subtly back and forth. “What we really must consider is the fact that…” Floyd prattled on about balancing the sales department between old accounts and acquiring new ones. Then Drew noticed the breathing patterns in Raul, to his left, grow longer and deeper. Floyd however, failed to read the room and continued his attempt to metaphorically raise himself to the others’ level using his words as a platform. Finally, Floyd paused briefly for a quick breath. Drew interjected. “Well, I think the best way forward is to divide and conquer. How about we each jot some notes. We can plan a strategy specifically for reaching out to the whales we want to catch in Fintech.”The four agreed and dispersed. Raul fell in stride with Drew on their way to the elevator. He leaned in sharing a quiet “Thanks for the exit strategy.” Drew smiled and gave a quick nod. He’d worked with ‘Floyds’ before. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just got overexcited about his ideas and probably also felt he had something to prove. Winning over people in the office certainly wasn’t Floyd’s strength but his clients adored him and he had some impressive metrics to back up his sales skills. Drew respected a man with passion and a strong work ethic. That’s how he saw himself. Jess at the Office While some people worked harder, Jess revelled in finding ways to work smarter. It had paid off. Gone were the days of trying to focus in cubicle-land where people still had surprisingly personal conversations. She had graduated to her own office with a door. One more checkmark on her ‘I’ve made it’ list. She settled into her morning routine of checking emails. Her mind kept pulling back to thoughts of Drew throughout the morning. Was he as kind as his face looked? How silly had she looked? Why couldn’t she be more ‘put together’? Picturing him, her thoughts shifted to his body. Did he have chest hair? How smooth was that olive skin? What did he look like naked? What was his cock like? What faces did he make when he orgasmed?Shaking her head as if to clear it, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and returned to work.It wouldn’t be accurate to describe her recent sex life as a dry spell. But finding a man that she wanted to spend not just her nights, but her days with as well had proved challenging. She often wondered if her standards were unreasonable. She could always rely on her friend Layla to put her straight. No man was always better than being with the wrong man.For the last two years, she’d enjoyed sexual exploration in a few one-night stands and seasonal romances. If she found a man that didn’t inspire concern about having her last first kiss, she might consider getting serious. And if the man version of build-a-bear was a thing, she knew which parts of her lovers to combine to make the perfect man. In real life, the dating scene had lost its appeal. She was tired of putting effort into someone that wouldn’t be there the next month, or even the next week. Her last date kissed like a lizard, rapidly inserting his thin, slimy tongue in and out of her mouth, a sure preview of how he’d have fucked her later had she let him. She likened it to her college days sleeping with drunken boys barely turned men with the sexual appetite of a rabbit, but lacking experience. It seemed their greatest exposure to a woman’s body was from a public pool dressing room and the porn they watched after their parents were in bed. They couldn’t relate to other people, and most of them didn’t even try, a lot like her boss. This behavior couldn’t stand. She wouldn’t let it. A vision of an older woman in a Jane Austen movie saying sharply with an air of disgust, “I cannot abide! No I cannot,” she’d placed her hand on lizard tongue’s chest. Because he’d been sweet and she was feeling particularly bold, she pushed him firmly enough to force him two steps backward. His back pressed into a wall, her lesson began. “I’d like to show you something,” she’d said quietly.His eyes, still wide, opened even wider at the excitement of her proposal. “Don’t move,” she ordered. He gave three quick short nods, looking like a boy unsure if he was in trouble or not. She leaned toward him, whispering into his neck, “Women like it when you take your time.” She brushed her lips around the edges of his ear. “Like this.” He gripped her hips but she swatted his hands away. “I said, don’t move.” His chest heaved against her body with a long inhale followed by a sigh of pleasure. “We don’t want it hard and fast all the time.” Punctuating her statement with small kisses down the side of his neck. “And when we do, we still want to come. Women need to be pleasured, not just fucked.” Ducking her head under his chin, she coiled her hand around his neck and nibbled on his earlobe then whispered breathily into his other ear, “Pay attention to how she responds so you learn how to pleasure her.” She stepped back, dropping her hands to her sides, and looked him in the eyes. “I did that for the next woman you’re with. Goodbye,” she said matter-of-factly, then walked away casually, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the tune of clinking glasses and conversations yelled over loud music, she deleted all four dating apps on her phone by the time she weaved her güvenilir bahis siteleri way out of the bar.That was three months ago. Now she enjoyed making a game of finding a man to use as her masturbation muse. Her most recent muse was found on aisle 12. As she was examining boxes of tea, he walked up and stood beside her, a perfect eight inches taller. She called that tiptoe kissing height. Hot. He sparked a conversation about which chai tea was the best choice. He had stubble. She was a sucker for stubble. Smelling like sweat and freshly mowed grass, wearing Carhartts with a large army knife in the pocket he looked more like he’d be grabbing a case of Coors Light than perusing the tea aisle. Her phone pinged with a text from her assistant, Natasha:”Looooong line. Go for coffee or no?””Yes. Grab a green tea muffin for both of us. My treat!””Deal. See you soon.”Now’s probably the time to get a jump on those copies. Grabbing a file folder off her desk, she left her office. Her smile faded at the glimpse of her boss. Whirling on her heel she went the opposite way taking the long route to the copy room. Why spoil the morning by crossing that insensitive fuckers path? The Copy RoomScreeching, the copy machine pushed an accordion paper halfway out before stopping. “Damn it,” she said out loud, irked at her failed attempt to be efficient. Squinting at the small screen, she read ’paper jam’ and ‘low boner.’ Blinking, she reread the screen. Oh, toner not boner. Wishful thinking. But the wind of ideas had stoked the ember. I’ve never had sex on a copier… or in a copy room. She looked around the room, jigsawing the boxes of paper in her mind to suit different positions. Work. You’re at work. Focus. She chided herself, clenching her vaginal walls, as if flexing would stop the flood of desire that beckoned. Let’s get this copier turned on. Instantly pleased by the perfect pun, she refocused with a smirk on her face. Hunched over the copy machine, she blew a stray hair out of her face. The screen indicated an error in the bottom paper tray. Stepping back to investigate, her buttocks brushed against something behind her. She jerked forward then twisted around. “Excuse me,” he said, smiling in that stupidly perfect blue suit. Jess could smell his man scent. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!” “No harm done.” His voice was deep and silky. “This old girl giving you some grief?” he asked, tapping on the copier.“I’d use some more choice words to describe her, but yeah.” He threw his head back with a chuckle. Words escaped her in his presence. “Mmmm” was the only reasonable sound she could think to utter and returned her attention to the paper lodged in the copier.“Can’t you have your assistant do that?”She didn’t look at him right away. “Of course I can. And I can do it, too.” Asshat. “I’m sorry, I sound like an ass. Can I help? Like get you some paper?” At least he has some awareness.“That’s a good start,” she said, smiling, but still not looking up. “A start?” He cocked his head, a look of thoughtful pondering on his face that quickly turned into a grin. He was refreshingly surprised by her response. She’s cheeky, so she’s smart. Sexy. He went to retrieve a ream of paper, crossing the room in three long strides. Turning her head over her shoulder, she eyed him bent over at the waist, trousers taut across his firm, round buttocks. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, giving her a light shudder. Feeling her eyes on him, he lingered briefly. Let those man hands be part soft, part calloused from working, her fantasy pleaded. Look at that ass, so slappable, so grabbable, me sitting on those boxes wrapping my legs… oh no, quit gawking he’s standing up, get that damn tray open. As he turned, he saw her head snap back toward the copier as if she’d never looked away. He appreciated the curves of her form squatting there, fighting with the machine. Act nonchalant… they both chanted to themselves in unison. The rip of paper startled her from her thoughts. With a final yank, the paper drawer abruptly pulled open and her body lurched backwards. Her buttocks slammed into his shins, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall. Papers flew through the air, fluttering to the ground around her as giant unwelcome confetti. As fast as she had fallen, she scrambled up.“Are you ok?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.“Sure. Fine. You?” she stammered. “Well, I’m not sure how long recovery will take.” Jokingly, he continued, “We sure showed her.” He pushed himself away from the wall.“Her?”“The copy machine. She’s not the only one that can mess up some paper.” She laughed quickly and a little louder than she’d meant to. “Not exactly the golden buzzer confetti that I always wanted to rain down on me.”“So are you saying I just made one of your dreams come true?” “Heh. More reminded me of the time I learned what 52-pick-up was.”They both snickered. Working together, they each scooped up the piles of papers, heaping them into the bin marked ‘extra paper’ on a table along the wall. She found it odd to be so comfortable in the silence. They each started at the edges of the room, working toward the middle and each other. As their proximity tightened, so did their awareness of each other. He smiled at the dishevelled hair that fell around her creamy skin. Drinking in the details he was too far away to see that morning, he noticed the light veil of freckles sprinkled around her face. Her thick thighs maneuvered her delicious curves around the room. She stole glances at him as they worked, watching the ripple of his thigh muscles squatting up and down. Until this moment she hadn’t admired a man with such style. In the past she would have considered him a pretty boy, dismissing him as out of reach, superficial, and high maintenance. But looking into his eyes told a different story. She could see kindness and depth. Her gaze moved around his body, down his arms to his hands. Is that a callous? Like his hands are the perfect amount of imperfect? Well, melt my panties off. Afraid she had said that out loud, she abruptly announced, “Thanks for your help. I’ve got a busy day so I’m going to get back to it.” Before he could respond, she rushed out the door, a hint of lustful wetness growing between her legs. Back at her DeskBack at her computer she revisited working on the ‘building rapport in the workplace’ training she was developing on her own. Her passion for the topic stemmed from too many interactions with adults behaving more like children. Her boss was the biggest offender, confirmed when he’d stopped his foot in a meeting after not getting his way. Backed by her belief that relationship iddaa siteleri skills could always be improved and were critical to the success of any organization she’d began with research. She stayed after hours eating from the take-out box happily compiling data, quotes, pictures, and drafting an outline. Layla chided her for working too much. What was she going to do, get a Brazilian blow out? A parakeet? Go on another shitty date? Watch the real stepwives of whatever? No thank you. Focusing on work had always been her default. And now she had the bank account to reflect her efforts. Her aim was to create a high-impact course that would improve human relations and could be sold across multiple industries. She wasn’t sure how she would pitch the course yet, or to whom. Maybe she’d circumvent her boss altogether to get the ball rolling. Although, with the emotional equivalent to a blood-sucking tick, he needed the course more than most. But he wouldn’t get it and she wanted to pitch to someone that understood the value of things like empathy.Hmm. Wasn’t Drew in sales? Maybe that could be their first meeting. What I could do to that man. Jess inhaled deeply, clenching her vaginal walls with desire. Okay. Work.Phone and email on silent, her fingers were flying across the keyboard. Satisfaction rose with the word count at the bottom right of the page. Progress eventually led to flow, her fingers transcribing her thoughts seamlessly.The blinking of her phone drew her attention. Only family and Layla were on her approved contacts to get through silent mode. It was Layla. As usual, her timing was impeccable. Jess was ready for a break from this project. “Jess, I have some new HR trainings I need to roll out. You have room in your schedule to work on some projects with me?”“I’d love to and I’ll make room.” “I don’t want to overload you, maybe I could talk to your boss?”“Ugh. Yes. That’s probably the best route. Makes me feel like a child ‘asking daddy for permission.’”“Thank the Lord that ain’t your daddy, who knows what that sweet little face of yours would look like!” “I don’t know how you do it with him.”“Me either. I actually have some time now.” “Perfect. There in five?”Layla burst into Jess’ office, beaming, “I found a new place. The place!”“Congrats! Tell me all about it.” Layla took off her shoes and coiled her feet under her on the small generic chair Jess had snagged from the excess pile during the lobby remodel.“You walk in to a cute little foyer space. It has 10-foot ceilings so even though it’s a little small, it doesn’t feel like it. The kitchen is gorgeous with pendant lighting over an island, big granite countertops, and tall, white glossy cabinets. The designers did a great job with the lines. The materials and finishes are top-notch. I love the treated concrete flooring, it looks like marble and there’s really pretty tile in the bathroom. I guess you might say it has a modern look without it being sterile. And there’s lots of new, but mixed with some detail of the old, like they left the original crown molding. Oh, and the walk-in closet is perfect.”“It sounds like a dream!”“It checks all my boxes.” “Perfect, now you just need to christen it by getting your box checked.” Jess smirked with one eyebrow raised.“You know me so well,” Layal laughed as she plunked down across from Jess. “I have my eye on the realtor. I saw what was laying against his leg when we were climbing the stairs. I did the classic look back. You know it’s the best angle to see what a guy’s working with.” “Layla, I’m always learning from you.” “And I’m a willing teacher. Especially to my horizontal subjects.” As the friendly laughter faded, Natasha, Jess’ assistant, walked in carrying a tray of drinks. Breastfeeding awareness training“What’s the plan for this afternoon?” Natasha asked passing a coffee to Jess, then offering one to Layla, “I knew you’d be here before too long and decided to just grab you a coffee too. You like vanilla flavoring, right?”“I do! You’re the best,” Layla said, raising her iced coffee in a cheer to Natasha. Jess raised hers too, “One of the many reasons why we’re so lucky to have you.” “Natasha grab your laptop, come back and get cozy,” Jess instructed.Layla followed up, “Yeah, we’re going to talk about a little training I call boobs and babes.” Sitting in her chair, Jess roll-walked her way around the outside of the desk, removing the large desk as a barrier between them. Natasha sat cross-legged with her laptop on the chair next to Layla. Just like that, the fun was done and the trio dug into developing a new course. Jess started, “What is the objective of this training?” Layla answered, “Great question. It’s twofold. First, it’s to raise awareness about new laws that support women breastfeeding and compliance with those laws. Second, it’s about the human component of creating a safe and supportive environment for women to feel comfortable pumping.”Natasha recorded their discussion. They built on each other’s ideas growing the synergy between the three of them. The trio talked strategy, developing a rough outline, brainstorming design ideas, talking logistics, then considering what questions to ask a focus group. Jess weighed in, “Before we get too far we need to talk to some moms who’ve had this experience.” The other two nodded.Natasha spoke up, “I’m not trying to be weird or anything, but have you ever heard of women being turned on by breastfeeding?”“I have and it seems super awkward,” said Jess.Layla added, “I know plenty of men that would still like to breastfeed. I swear a man was trying to suck some milk out of my nipple so much last week I thought I might actually start lactating.” The three burst into laughter. But they weren’t the only ones.Unbeknownst to them, Jess’ boss, Bradford, snickered with them as he stood eavesdropping outside the door. Pretending to check his phone, he sucked his teeth picturing himself as the one worshiping Layla’s caramel skin. Drew, who’d gone out of his way to walk by Jess’ office, approached him from behind and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bradford! What do you think of the 7th-floor renos?” Drew said with loud enthusiasm. Bradford jumped, adjusting his glasses and muttering under his breath. All three women gave each other knowing looks. Bradford had a special distaste for Jess, always looking for a new way to criticize her. Jess was satisfied in her position, leading trainings, managing content, collaborating with coworkers and clients. But Bradford was the reason why she was looking for other jobs. Just as she’d written in her human relations course, ‘people leave jobs because of other people.’ Natasha looked at Jess with sympathy, “Boss, you let me know how I can help.” Layla nodded, “Yes girl, me too.” Both Natasha and Layla readied themselves to leave Jess’ office. “Can we reschedule for lunch? I had a thing come up.” Layla asked.
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