3 comments/ 139979 views/ 4 favorites Hypnotize Me By: MochaDivine I have this fantasy about this chic I met (I know, I know... just bear with me) but I really don't have it all worked out yet. I'll tell what I have so far. It's not all that sexual, but hopefully it will be... See, she's really attractive to me. She's about 5'6, dark brown skin, a beautiful smile, kinda thick and smart as hell. I am most attracted to her unbossed, baddest bitch attitude. I think it's the most attractive part of her whole personality. She's seemingly always in command of herself and everything in her life. I want to upend that hold. I'm into mind control. Anyhoo, I don't have much about the fantasy but here it is. I want to hypnotize her so that she'll become my sex slave and do whatever I ask without question. I want her to totally submit to me but at the same time still be the 'in control' bad ass woman she is in every other part of her life. So, this is how I do it. One day while I'm talking with her at lunch (we eat together about 3 times a week) and we're talking about our lives, men, friends and whatnot I decide to test my hypnotizing skills out a bit. She has no idea I've been setting her up for this for a while. I usually ask her to look me in the eyes when she speaks to me b/c I am more comfortable having direct eye-to-eye contact. She understands this request and usually gives me her whole focus as we speak. Her eyes are always on mine. I am turned on by the idea that she trusts me that much. Also, I have been practicing to calm my voice so that it will automatically soothe her when she listens to me. It's important that the person is comforted with your voice and trusts you. She is and does. So I have her attention at this lunch see..... and begin by telling her about an erotic adventure I had with the new man in my life so that she will have to listen to me for a while. I'm so turned on b/c we are in the cafeteria but no one is really looking at us. We are at a small table in the back corner. She's listening intently and I begin to use all the 'comfort phrases' I've been reading about. She's listening and it seems to be working. I could see that she was actually relaxing a bit. So, I keep interjecting the 'comfort phrases' during the conversation and I see her body relaxing even more. My hypnotic techniques seem to be working and as I'm watching her I'm getting more excited by this. *** The first test is to ask her a couple of questions to see if she responds to the cues in the question. "Are you feeling all right?" I ask. "Yes" she says without a pause. "Good, would you like me to continue?" I ask. "Yes" she says. "Yes, please" I correct her and she immediately repeats my words. This is a good sign that she wants to please me and can follow directions. Just the thought of her submission to me makes me wet. I can feel the heat between my thighs as I consider the possibilities of this type of mental control over this very beautiful woman. I can't lose track so I continue with the conversation. She has her eyes on me the entire time and nods or speaks when it is appropriate. To the casual eye we would appear to be two girlfriends having lunch together and sharing stories about our lives. But I know better and realize that this is the beginning of an exciting experience with her. After our lunch is over I ask her a couple of questions so that I could establish a few more conversational cues that will let her relax more in my presence. The cues along with the comfort phrases will allow her to be completely relaxed the next time we speak. "Girl, I really enjoy talking with you. Do you enjoy our lunch conversations?" I ask. "Yes. You always make me feel at ease and I enjoy our conversations." Okay, that's a good sign. I like that she enjoys our time together. "I'm surprised that you can tolerate my deep voice. Most people I speak with for long periods of time are usually irritated because they have to listen so closely because my voice can become very low." Yes, I'm setting her up to say she likes my voice. "Girl, I love your voice," she falls right into my plan. "It is so calming and I'm always at ease when I speak to you." "Wow! That's great! Maybe I'll call you tonight and we can continue this conversation over the phone. Would you like that?" "Yes, I would," she answered. "Yes please?" I ask and she responds with a somewhat softly spoken, apologetic "Yes, please." "Okay, what time is good for you?" "Anytime you're available I will make sure I'm available." Damn, I like her willingness to please me. This was easier than I thought. "Well, I'll call you at 8:30 this evening. Be sure to have everything done so that we can talk without interruptions. Okay?" "Okay, no problem." "Good." I look at my watch and notice that we are bout 20 minutes late returning from the one-hour lunch break. It's a good thing that neither one of us is held to the clock. We both begin to gather our lunch leftovers. We head to the trash bins and deposit our remnants. Once that's done we both turn to look at each other. I was the first to speak and told her that I would talk to her later and hoped she'd have a good rest of the day. For some strange reason she reached out as if to hug me but it came off really uncomfortable. We'd never hugged before after lunch but I'm sure our first hypnotizing session had her feeling a bit confused about how she felt about me. So I just grabbed her around her shoulders and gave her a quick friendly hug to make her feel better about her attempt. She looked embarrassed as she said good-bye and walked away. I was pleased with our progress and couldn't wait for our conversation later this evening. I would definitely take this whole hypnotic experiment a step further. *** I can't believe it's 8:25 already. I have to search for my palm pilot and find her phone number. Should I call the cell or the home phone? I think the cell will work best because I surely don't want one of her kids, or god forbid her husband, to answer the phone. Okay, here goes. After two rings I feel relief because she answered the phone. "Hey girl, I've been waiting for you to call. Look at you calling right on time, too. " She was so chipper that it almost took me by surprise. "How are you doing, girl. You sound so happy. Are you busy?" I ask. "Hell to da naw," she responds. We both cracked up at the Whitney Houston reference. "I've been waiting on you to call. I'm not doing much of anything. My kids are asleep and Fredo is working late tonight. He won't be home until after 11, thank goodness. What about you?" "No, I'm not busy at all. I'm home alone. My friend, Stanley, just left for the evening. He's a good guy but his company can be quite boring after a while. I fed him and pushed him out of the door. Poor Stanley! He tried to get some tonight but I wasn't in the mood. He's a freak after he's had a good meal. I really had to use brute force to get him out the door." I can hear her laughter on the other end and this makes me smile harder. The conversation just flows after this. We begin to talk about everything under the sun... our families, our men, the job and the people at work. We both laugh hard when the conversation turns to our coworkers, Bonita and Thalia. Everyone in the office knows that Bonita has a serious crush on Thalia and there is an office pool as to when she'll finally get some. That should be something else. I bet in the office pool that it would happen before the year's end and she bet on it happening within the next two months. This had us both laughing so hard because we knew that Thalia was very interested and planned on getting Bonita between the sheets very soon. "So, who else has a major crush in the office?" she asked me. "I'm not sure. We all know that Andre worships the ground that Tasha walks on and I'm sure she knows it, too. If I had to choose two people in the office to secretly hook up that we may not know of it would probably be Monica and Vince. I've seen them hanging around the water cooler sharing stories and giggling all the time." We both laughed at the thought of them together. "He'll probably turn her out with his freaky ass," she says. I have to agree with that but I'm sure she would be game to find out how freaky he really is. She seems like the 'interested' type. After a few laughs at the company folk, we were quiet for a few minutes. I knew her mind was wondering, but I wasn't sure what exactly she was wondering about. Now that we're relaxed with each other, I begin to insert my comfort phrases. This should help the conversation move a little more in my direction. "Are you listening to music? I ask her. "Yes, I have the new Anita playing. Girl, I keep it on repeat. I love that CD. " "I love it too. Her voice is so beautiful." I add. "It reminds me of your voice," she says. I'm so happy that she made that connection and my cheeks are hurting from all the smiling I'm doing. "That's why I'm listening to her right now...because she makes me think of you," she added softly. I can't believe she's telling me this. I am literally stunned. "Oh really?" I ask. "Yes really. I love your voice because you always make me feel at ease when I'm talking to you. I like a lot of things about you." she confesses. "I like you mind and your confidence. There is nothing more attractive than an intelligent and confident sista. I like the attention you give me when we're at work. I appreciate your honesty with me. I like that you trust me with personal information about your life. You make me feel comfortable in your presence. I also like the fact that you want to be with me. I mean really be with me. I can tell that you're attracted to me and that makes me so wet." Now my mouth is wide open. I really can't believe all that she's saying to me. I have been scheming to hypnotize her all this time and obviously there was no need for it. She seems to be interested in me without being hypnotized. I really like her honesty. I still want to control her mind, but the fact that she's so interested in me makes me want to keep her talking. I'll accept whatever she's willing to give me now. Maybe we can start our friendship over on a different level where we can still be good girlfriends but with extra privileges. I like extra privileges. We can sneak away during our lunches and get a room at the Marriott downtown. Maybe once or twice a week we can have 'special' lunch breaks. If we're careful, then we can......." "Hello? HELLO!!" I hear her scream at me. The soft treble of her laughter follows her screaming hello in my ear. "Oh, my bad. Damn, I don't know where my mind was." I stammer out. "I'm sure," she purrs in her sexiest voice. "I bet I know where your mind was and I think I like it right there." Oooo, I felt a tingle in my belly. Her voice became so soft and deep that I felt the vibration between my legs. Damn, am I the one who's hypnotized? *** ...to be continued? Hypnotize Me Ch. 02 Goodness, I'm running late. I can't believe this shit. It's 7:39 and I need to be in the office before 8 o'clock this morning. I know I'm not going to make it on time. I live 30 minutes away from the office building and I'm just getting into the car right now. Dammit, why did I stay up so late last night? I was on the phone until 12:30 this morning with her and I wish I had gone straight to sleep afterwards, but I was too wound up for that. After we hung up, I pulled my favorite toy from my box that I keep stored under the head of my bed and made good use of it. My mind was filled with thoughts of her and all that she'd said to me during the phone conversation. I wanted her so badly that I did all I could do with 'Jack' just to keep from losing it. As a matter of fact, I think I may have hurt myself in the process because I am very sore right now. I can't help but smile to myself as I think about this. It was definitely worth the pain because I came so hard that I actually shocked myself. I was moving that vibrator like never before and I fucked it like a mad woman. My hands were so wet and so was everything else. Shit, I must admit it was a good night for me, though. "Dammit, you need to actually STOP at the red light asshole!" I yelled at the driver of the passing car that did not even attempt to stop at the light. Ugh, I hate crazy drivers and this is the last thing I need this morning. Okay, focus girl. A feeling of relief washed over me as I finally saw the tall brick building in sight. Whew, I'm here. I drove slowly into the parking garage and found my space. Thank God I have an assigned space because Fridays are always the worst days to find a place to park in this godforsaken garage. I turned the car off, grabbed my purse, laptop and portfolio and ran towards the building. "You finally made it, huh?" I heard someone say just behind me. I turned to see Samuel, the office jerk, heading towards his car. "We've been looking for you all over the place. You know the day begins at 7:45 for the rest of us peons and not..." he looks down at his watch, "...not at 8:23in the morning. I guess upper-level management has a different set of standards." I can hear the sarcasm in his voice as he says this. He hasn't been cordial to me ever since I received a promotion over a year ago. He and I were two of the last three candidates left for the position and I was able to win management's trust and win the promotion. Samuel's sneaky methods of getting the job done, although he was quite successful in his own right, did not sit well with the hiring managers. He's been hating on me ever since and refuses to let his anger go while he always finds a way to direct it towards me. "Yes, Samuel. We have a different set of standards in upper management. Maybe one day you'll understand if you keep working hard. I'll keep you in mind when we're looking to promote. You have a good day." I hate being that bitch, but this guy just irks my last cracked nerve. "By the way, where are you going at 8:23 in the morning?" I ask with even more sarcasm in my voice. "Well, I'm going to get kolaches and Starbucks coffee for Tom and myself," he said in a gloating manner. He was really pleased with himself to tell me this because Tom Mangum is the president of the company and is considering establishing another position parallel to mine. It is a great opportunity and I know Samuel is very interested in it. So, therefore the ass kissing begins. I guess this is his chance to move up. "Well, since you're going to Starbucks I guess you could get one for me too. I'll take a tall coffee, black. Thanks, I really appreciate it." I had to do it. I just had to... Samuel looked like he could kill me with his eyes when I gave him my order for Starbucks. The look crossed his face for only a moment, but I definitely noted it. "Oh, no problem" he said. I knew as soon as it came out of my mouth that there was no way in the world that I would drink that coffee. Samuel might spit in it or something. It doesn't matter though because he knows I am on the hiring committee for the management position so he will do whatever it takes to please me now. I felt so much better about my little dialogue with Samuel that as I entered the office building I had a little more pep in my step. I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. As soon as the doors opened I saw Nicole standing next to my secretary's desk. Nicole is a young lady I knew from my college days. She was the first person I was able to help secure a position with the company so I consider her something like a protégé. She is a native New Yorker but you really couldn't tell because her family is from North Carolina and her southern accent is so deep. She has a great personality and is always the life of the office. I love to see Nicole because she always has the best gossip in the office. We all lovingly refer to her as 'The Tatum Report.' Shoot, she's better than CNN, sometimes. "Good morning, Fancy. Is Nicole bothering you?" I laugh as I walk over to her desk. She's the best secretary I've had but she's too nice sometimes. She'll let Nicole talk to her all day if I don't say anything. Nicole sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes at my comment. "Anywaaaay..." "Good morning, boss lady. No ma'am, Nicole is no bother at all.'" Fancy's smile helps to brighten my day even more. She hands me the morning messages and I walk pass her desk towards my office. Ms. Nicole is in hot pursuit. I can tell that by the way she's smiling that her brain is brimming over with somebody's personal business. "Boss lady? Hmm, whatever to that new name." Nicole says and laughs as we walk into my office together. "Hey girl. What happened this morning? Something must be up because you're never this late." "I know, right? I woke up really late this morning." Nicole squints her eyes and looks at me closely. I hate when she gets all 'private detective' on me. "Was Stanley over last night? I just know he was and he got him some, right?" Her laughter is so loud that I immediately move towards the door and close it before she has the whole damn office peeping in. "No girl, nothing like that." I walk back to my seat and fall down on my big, comfortable leather chair. I love that damn chair. "You better control yourself in this place. I'm not trying to be the talk of the whole damn office with your loud mouth." "Whatever, boss lady." Nicole teases. I pull my laptop out of my bag and snap it onto the docking station and as I am logging on Nicole is off and running her mouth. The story just starts spilling out of her without any coercion. I am only half listening to her because I want to hurry and get started on the work for today and there are a ton of phone calls to return. Half way through her breakdown of the Thursday night happy our goings-on I hear something that peaks my interest and she has my full attention. "Girl, I couldn't believe it. Ms. Monica was throwing back those drinks all night. I was surprised because she never drinks like that. At first I thought she was trying to wind down because you know she just got back from that training course in Vegas yesterday. But it was more than that. She kept looking back at the door and she wasn't even giving Vince as much attention as she usually does." "Monica was drinking heavily?" I interrupt her. "I wonder what's going on with her. She's not usually like that." "I know, I know. Let me finish telling you, though" she says. Nicole loved knowing everybody's business but more that that, she loved telling me everything she knew. I guess it's her way of keeping me informed, but I know she really just loves talking about folk. I'm not mad at her though. She keeps me up with everything that's happening. "Girl, I was thinking the same thing. I know Monica well enough and she was not herself. After I noticed her looking back at that dang door for the fifth or sixth time I just had to ask. "Who are you looking for like that? All night you have had your eyes glued to the door and Mr. Vince is a little uptight. You're not feeling him anymore or something?" She looked over at me and I knew she was three sheets to the wind and I guess that's why her tongue was so loose but what she told me blew me away." Nicole is dragging this thing out and I'm trying to remain patient but she is going to drive me nuts. I sit back in my chair and give her my full attention. This was her sign to spill the beans and she went for it. 'Girl, she started telling me about her little tryst from last week. Well, I had to leave the happy hour early because I had to go to Junior's damn accordion recital. I don't why he plays that damn instrument anyway. Two hours of listening to five kids play the accordion is enough to drive you crazy. But anyway, it seems that she and Vince were left there with Tasha. Do you know Tasha from IT? "Yeah, I think. She's the lil' cute one with the fly short cut?" I asked. "Mmm hmm, that's her. She's a sweetie and I just love it when she comes out with us. You know those IT people know how to party." She laughed her throaty laugh which made me chuckle. "They are the freakiest people in the whole office. Well anyway, she was there with the two of them and obviously Vince asked them to play some sort of drinking game. Vince will do anything to get a woman drunk and it seems that he had two willing women. According to Monica, they were all getting trashed." "After about an hour or more of taking shots of Tequila and some serious partying they all decided to leave. Vince didn't want the party to end so he invited them back to his place since he was the closest to the bar. They all agreed and headed off with him. She says that once they got there he pulled out some bottles of wine and more Tequila and kept on with the party. Girl, you know what happens when you have three drunk people, two bottles of alcohol, and a couple of freaks alone in a house, don't you? Well, you get a 'menagatra" is what you get." I laughed to myself because she pronounced it so badly. Her French definitely needed some help but I guess you can thank her Carolina roots for that one. "A menage trios?" I asked. "Yep, you heard me. A 'menagatra'. They all got a little hot and heavy and it seems that Vince and Monica were the first to get to kissing and touching and lil' Tasha didn't want to be left out so she got to kissing and touching, too. Monica said she wasn't bothered by it at first because she was only on Vince but soon she started kissing on Monica's neck and stuff. Well, Monica said she was too drunk to say no....I've heard that one before. So she just kissed her back. I declare that just blew me away. " She said that Vince was on both of them like flies on shit. Oh lawd, 'scuse me girl. You know how I get when I'm telling a good story. Don't mean to cuss and all. Anyway, she didn't give me a whole lotta details and I'm not too sure I wanted more than that. But needless to say I was shocked by that part. And by the way she was looking at that door all night I think it all went way passed kissing and touching" "Oh my word!" I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything else to say. Is it in the damn water or something? First it was Bonita with the Thalia thing, then my thing with her, and now Monica and Tasha and Vince, no less. My, my, my... "You sound like me. I was shocked, too and that's not even all of it." Nicole was leaning forward on my desk now with her arms crossed. She was getting ready to open up even more and I didn't know if I was ready for whatever it was she was about to say. "Girl, after she tells me about what happened she goes on and on about how she doesn't want to see Tasha because she just didn't know how to act around her anymore. I'm like what do you mean? She says she feels funny about what happened and didn't know what to do now." "Well that's understandable." I add. I can understand Monica's confusion about what happened on a drunken night. "Well, you would think that's what it was. I did, too. But let me tell you... Ms. Tasha did show up and if I say so myself, and you know I'm not like that but, she looked hot. Everything was short and tight so you know Ms. Thing went home to change into that." "Really? Short and tight?" I asked. "Yes ma'am. When she sat down at the table everything was quiet for a moment. Mr. Vince found his way back over, I guess he thought he might at least get a little attention from Tasha since Monica had been ignoring him all night. We all chatted for a little bit and Monica drank the rest of her drink in one gulp while she was ordering another one. She was really drinking that Caribbean Rum and pineapple juice last night and I think that was her fifth or sixth one." "I thought she liked those mudslides?" I asked, trying to get the picture straight in my head. "I know, she usually drinks mudslides but last night it was rum for your girl. She was through, too. I'm talking drunk." "It looks like she was doing that on purpose... you know, getting drunk." I add, still trying to understand where this was coming from. "I think it was. Anyway, I had to go to the restroom but I really didn't want to miss a thing so I was rushing. On my way back to the table I saw Vince and Tasha on the dance floor. Your boy works fast." "I now, right? He's such a slut sometimes." Vince and his fast ass. "So I'm walking back to the table and looking at them so hard that I miss Monica get up and head over towards them. She walks right in front of me and before I can say anything she's on that dance floor and all three of them are dancing together." 'What?" I exclaim. I'm so glad I closed my door because I was a little loud on that one. "Yes, indeed. And I was shocked because instead of Monica getting behind Vince she goes right to Tasha, puts her hands on Tasha's hips and is grinding all on her." "What?!' My mouth is wide open. This is definitely unbelievable. "Baaaaaby baby, I'm trying to tell ya." Nicole laughs deep in her throat and throws her head back. "Look at you. That's exactly how I looked last night. I sat down and watched for a few minutes because I couldn't believe my eyes. I was just as shocked as you are... I still am. After the song ended and they stayed on the dance floor for the next one I knew right then and there that I was no longer a part of the group. I had to get home to Cleotis and Junior anyway. So I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door. I turned around one last time just to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. There they were, Vince, Tasha and Monica all three on the dance floor. Tasha, with her freaky ass, was right there in the middle with her hands thrown up in the air, eyes closed, moving and grooving, loving every second. But let me tell you something, Monica and Vince loved it just like her. They all looked like a ball of heat ready to explode right there on that dance floor." *********** This day has been crazy. It started off with me arriving to work late and then having to be greeted by sour Samuel. He brought the coffee that he said he would get for me. I promptly asked Fancy to throw it away because I did not trust the wide smile plastered on his face when he walked into my office with it. He arrived just as Nicole was leaving and I knew he was taking notes on that just to see how I spend my time. Damn, I can't stand haters. The day seemed to fly by with all of the returned calls, a very long and boring conference call, and a working lunch with Tom Mangum and Dallas Wells. Dallas was one of the original five founders of TR Solutions, Inc., which is one of the largest distributors of pork products in the south. We met to discuss the last three candidates for the new position. Samuel, JoAnna and Jose were the final three. I was definitely pulling for JoAnna because she was the most qualified, she had IT and Sales experience, and she was another sister who was all about business. The only thing that may hold her back now would be her age because the other two gentlemen were much older than her. This fact alone was the main point of discussion throughout the lunch. The two gentlemen did not feel comfortable with handing over so much responsibility to such a young woman. I just hope that is the only factor because I would hate to believe it was the fact that she was a young black woman that they would hold her back in this company. I am sensitive to this notion because I received the last (and first) position at TR Solutions in upper level management to ever go to a black woman. I hope I'm able to push that negative thought out of my head because I would love to see more women and men of color who are trusted in these positions. Goodness, I can't believe it's already 4:15 pm and I haven't heard from 'her' at all today. My mind seemed to keep straying to her when I had a moments break, but we never able to speak with because something urgent would pop up and I was busy again. Now that I have this free time, she's all I'm able to think about. I wonder how she feels about our conversation last night. We talked for four long hours and I still felt like I could have kept going. She was so damn intriguing and all I wanted to do was make her mine. She told me stories about her life as a kid growing up in the south. She spoke about her family, career, dog, and her college days. We talked about everything under the sun and nothing seemed off limits. The more we talked... the more I wanted to know. I made sure I used all of my comfort phrases and cues throughout the conversation. I wonder if it worked. I wonder if she was just falling for me or being hypnotized by me. I need to call her. I should call her right.... BUZZ!! Damn, I jumped at the buzz as it tore me away from my thoughts. BUZZ!! "Yes, Fancy." "You have a call on line one. It's from the sales department about next weeks Pork Skin and Pig's Feet numbers. Can you take it now or do you want me to take a message, boss lady?" she asks in her stern 'mama' voice as if she's protecting me. She knows I hate last minute business calls on a Friday afternoon because they usually lead to longer hours in the office. "Sure, send it through." Oh goodness, I hope I don't regret this. "Hey girl. How are you doing? I haven't talked to you all day. You must have been really busy." I heard her soft voice on the other end of the phone and my face just lit up. "What's up? Yeah, I've been really busy. Dang girl, I was just thinking about you." "All good thoughts, I hope." She teased me. "Definitely good thoughts." I said. I was at a loss at what to say next so I just brought up the reason for her call. "So, you wanted to discuss the pork skin and pigs' feet productivity numbers for next week?" "Um, not really but we can if you really want to." I heard the laughter in her voice and knew that was just a cover for making the call. "Well, I told Fancy that because I just wanted to scare you. I know how fearful you are of business calls after 4:30 on a Friday so I was just joking with you. We're okay over here in Sales. You know I run a tight ship and keep these 'porkers' moving." I could hear the laughter in her voice as she said this and I cracked up as well. "Girl, you are so silly. I love the 'porkers' comment. You are hilarious." I was laughing hard as I said this. She was the Team Leader in the Sales Dept. and was responsible for training and production for all Sales employees. Like she said, she kept the porkers moving. "You know I missed you at lunch today, but I understand that you had to schmooze with the big dogs. Maybe we can catch up with each other next week." "Oh yeah, that's good. We will definitely have lunch together next week. As a matter of fact, how about Monday?" I ask her as I look at my calendar. Hypnotize Me Ch. 02 "Sure, Monday is good for me. So is Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and... let me see, yeah Friday is open as well. You can have all of my lunch dates next week. Just let me know when you're available." Wow, she is really open. That alone made me feel so lightheaded with excitement. "Okay, how about we tentatively schedule all of those dates and if something urgent pops up for each of us then we can reschedule for the next week. How is that?" "Sounds like a plan." She quips. And with that I just mark out all of my lunch dates for her all of next week. "So, who did you lunch with today in my absence?" I ask. I felt so bad and wished I was able to eat lunch with her today. "Well, as soon as I walked into the café I spotted Nimah, Andre, Rhonda, and JoAnna sitting at a table. They always sit together at lunch so we just call them the 'Too Live Crew' because they are always a lil' extra loud and boisterous in the café, but anyway. They invited me over to eat with them and I did. All of them are so funny and had me falling over laughing the entire time. Wait! Girl, did you hear about Monica, Vince and Tasha?" she asked excitedly. "Yes. As soon as I walked in this morning I was greeted at my office door with the Tatum Report. You know your girl will tell a good story. She had me dying in here with her version of the story. You just havta love Nicole." I said. I could hear her laughing while I said this. We were all privy to the Tatum Report at one time or another. "I bet she gave you a blow-by-blow outline of everything that happened. I heard she was there with them last night. Girl, Nimah and JoAnna were telling us all about it and we were all cracking up. You know your boy Andre was not pleased, though. He didn't laugh at all. I even saw him flinch a couple of times. Then all of a sudden he jumps up and says he has to leave a little bit early claiming that his stomach was hurting. Girl, he was damn near doubled over. We all think he ran straight to talk with Tasha, after he came out of that restroom, that is. Who knows?" "Oh my, that's not good. I feel bad for him." I said realizing that he really had strong feelings for Tasha and may have been hurt by what happened last night. "Girl please, don't feel bad for him. He and Tasha are still going to be together. They like to liven things up a bit every now and again with a little love rendezvous. They have an open relationship but he's just a little bit more caught up than she is. Don't worry, he's done his fair share of dirt. Do you remember about five months ago when he hooked up with Laura and Stacey from HR? The way I hear it they were taking pictures and had a video camera there. Vince was supposedly the director, producer, cameraman and an extra when they needed it." I laughed at the thought of him recording the night's events. It always seems that Vince is somewhere near anything questionable inside and outside of the office. He's very open sexually and proud of it. I have to respect a man who tells you exactly what he wants and is willing to try new things. He's a naturally good guy, which is why all the women usually flock to him. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles. What else were those crazy people talking about?" I asked really curious now. She paused for a while as if trying to think of the other topics of discussion with the Too Live Crew. "Oh yeah," she says as if she just remembered something funny. "Guess what Rhonda told us. She says she heard that Dionne and Mr. Mangum have been having relations for the past two years. It seems that they are in some kind of interracial swingers group together and they hooked up there and have been going hot and heavy ever since. His wife was a part of it at first but then they became involved in that bondage and spanking stuff. She's been whipping him and stuff and he has to call her Mistress or something like that." "NO!" I scream into the phone. "No way! I can't believe that." I'm stunned at that piece of information. Today the things I've been finding out about my coworkers have totally shocked me. This is getting to be too much. "It's true. Rhonda used to be a part of the sex group for S&M or BS&M or something like that, but she was a part of the group and knows them well. She says they are not ashamed of their relationship but are not advertising it in the office for professional reasons." "Wait, she was hired as his executive assistant about two years ago. Was that before or after they met?" I asked, still trying to work it out in my mind. "It was after. That's the reason she even got the job... because she keeps his lily white ass in check. Girl, Rhonda said she keeps him on his hands and knees and that he's always worshipping her feet. He has a serious foot fetish. He sucks on those toes like his life depended on it and if he doesn't do it right then she will whip his ass. Girl, just thinking about that picture is too much for me. I can't even imagine it." She was laughing as she said the last part. I have to admit that the idea of Tom on his knees kissing on Dionne's feet was a bit too much for me, as well. He was the president of the company for goodness' sake, but if they like it then I love it. "So, what are you up to this weekend?" I asked trying to change the subject and get Tom's image out of my mind. It was now 4:55 and I did not want to stay in this office for too much longer. "Well, Fredo is out of town for the next week on business and the kids are staying over at my parent's house this weekend. So I don't really have anything planned. What about you?" "I didn't know you were going to be on your own this weekend?" "Yeah, I told you about that last night. Remember? I said this was my time to relax because I had the place to myself. Come on girl, you have to focus." I laughed at her saying that because I usually have to tell myself to focus at least two times a day. I thought that was cute that she made reference to my private mantra. "Oh yeah, I think I remember that. So you don't have any solid plans?" "Yeah, I plan to spend as much time as I can with you. Is that all right? What are your plans?" she asked me. She was being very straightforward. This is the same way she came off last night during our conversation. "That's more than okay. I don't have much planned this weekend. I'm in a 5K run tomorrow morning down in the medical district for breast cancer, but other than that I'm free." I told her. "Hey, that sounds great. Maybe I can meet you down there to cheer you on while you're running." "That sounds good." I reply. "But you know it would be even better if you ran it with me." I heard her gasp and then start laughing out loud. "Girl, I would pass out before I finished that run. You'd have to carry me across the finish line." The thought of me holding her in my arms, close to my chest gave me goose bumps. It was a beautiful feeling. "Well, what about if we walk it. I could scoop you up on my way over and we could go together. That way when it's over we could ride over to Cracker Barrel for breakfast and then jump in the bed for our mid-day nap.' I was laughing as I said this because just the picture of us napping made it look like we were little old women. She was so quiet on the other end of the phone that I paused just to make sure she was still there. "Hey, what's up? You're so quiet and I know that was funny cause I'm still chuckling." I heard her inhale and then release a long sigh. She was quiet a second longer and then said, "Can I stop by your office before you leave?" "Of course. Fancy is about to leave so just stick your head in the door." "Okay." She replied. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah... yes, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Let me close my office for the weekend." "Okay." I respond, totally lost as to what happened. One minute we were both laughing and then all of a sudden she was totally serious. Fancy knocked on my door as soon as I placed the phone on the receiver. "Do you need anything before I leave?" "Oh no. We're done and I'm about to pack up and leave as well. You can leave and have yourself a good weekend, Fancy. Do you have any plans?" "Yeah, Raoul and I are going to New Orleans to visit his people. I love going there and I love the food even more. " She laughed at this. "His family always cooks the best Cajun food and we eat like kings and queens. It should be a good time. We'll probably have us a few drinks to go with that good food, too." "Wow, that sounds like fun. I hope you enjoy yourself and eat some gumbo and etouffee for me," I quipped. I love Cajun food, especially from New Orleans. The city is addictive and full of any type of debauchery you can imagine from food to fetish. "Tell Raoul I said to make sure you have a good time, okay?" "Okay boss lady. I'll be sure to tell him that. That Raoul will do everything possible to make sure I have a good time now. He just loves going to New Orleans and I must admit that I love it too. Alright, I'm going to leave now. The phones are on nights and I hope you have a good time this weekend at the 5K run. I hope you do well. I want to hear all about it on Monday. Bye, boss lady." "Bye Fancy." As soon as I heard the click of the door in Fancy's office as she left I began to pack up my laptop and portfolio. She should be here any minute and I wanted to do as much as I could before she arrived. Maybe we could walk out together if she was ready. I wonder what happened at the end of the conversation. She just sorta lost interest in the middle of the conversation. I hope I didn't offend her. "Knock knock. Hello? Are you still here?" I hear her asking from Fancy's outer door. I walk to the door in my office that leads to the waiting area and Fancy's desk and wave her into my office. I noticed she is all packed up so I wanted to finish packing my things as soon as possible. "Come on in here, girl. I'm just packing my things right now. What's up?" I ask. "Oh nothing, I just wanted to see you before you left. I needed to talk to you about something kind of important." I offer her a seat and walk back towards my chair and sit down. "Okay, anything. What's up?" I don't really understand what's happening but that all of a sudden I'm a little nervous. All of the reminders about comfort phrases and conversational cues fly right out of my head and it's just her and me, two people about to tackle an issue. What could it be? "Well it has to do with what we were talking about over the phone." She starts her explanation. I nod my head and remain silent to let her know she has my full attention. She continues her explanation, "Well, when you were open to us having lunch everyday next week it really made me excited. The idea of spending that much time with you is something I've wanted for so long and it seems like my dreams are coming true right before my eyes." Wow, her dreams coming true? She must have wanted this for a long time. Just the thought of it makes my juices flow and I could just feel my panties getting wet. Her voice brings me back to attention and she proceeds to reveal her secrets. "Well, if my dreams are about spending time with you then you could only imagine my fantasies. My fantasies are all about you and just the idea of spending the weekend with you makes me want to make them come true, as well. Do you understand what I'm saying?" My throat is dry and my heart is about to beat right out of my chest. I nod my head and watch her smirk as she stands up and walks slowly around my desk and stands right next to me. My eyes are glued on hers and my pulse is racing. She bends over and grabs the arm of my chair and turns me around to face her. She places her other hand on the other side of the chair and leans in close to me. I can only sit there and breathe. That's as much brain function as I could muster at the moment. I am enveloped in the delicious scent of this woman and I feel lightheaded. The scent of her Escada perfume had me dizzy. I am now down to shallow breaths. This has got to be the most beautiful feeling. I feel it deep down and my insides are all warm and sorta quivering. "I asked you a question. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I nod my head and croak out "Yes." Her smile is even brighter because of my obvious discomfort. It seems the more aggressive she is the more erotic the whole damn scenario becomes. I'm loving this so much. "Do you want to know about my fantasy?" Her right hand moves down to my lap and caresses the outside of my leg from my knee to my upper thigh. My head falls back on my chair for a brief second and then I look up, back into her eyes. 'Yes." I whisper. The laughter leaves her facial expression and is replaced with a passionate expression, full of lust. "Well, I've been having this recurring fantasy for some time now. Every time we have lunch or have any type of communication my mind begins to wander and I think about you for the remainder of the day." She then bends her knees and is resting in a squatting position on the balls of her feet with her right hand still lightly caressing my thigh and her left hand on the arm of my chair. I try to sit up straight to give her more room but there is no where for me to go so I just settle down and continue to listen to her fantasy. "It usually begins with us in a meeting or some kind of business setting and we're in a room with other people, but you can't keep your eyes off me and I can't stop looking at you. It's like we're communicating with our eyes and it's always a sexy exchange. Well, we are both so wet from our exchange that at the end of the meeting you hurriedly excuse yourself to try and rush to the bathroom to clean yourself. I notice you go into the private bathroom and follow you in. When I get to the door I find that it's locked and I knock so that you can let me in. You hesitate a little bit and all I hear is silence, but I finally I hear your heels click on the bathroom floor and know that you're coming to let me in. Sweetie, are you okay? Your breathing is getting kinda ragged now." "Um......ye....yeah. I'm okay. Keep going." I stammered. "Okay, as long as you want me to. Well, you open the door and step back so that I can walk passed you and then I hear the lock on the door click. I turn around and once our eyes meet, I know that we are about to enter a dangerous zone. I ask you if you are sure and you nod your head. So then I take a step towards you and you take a deep breath. It was very sexy." The whole time she's telling me about her fantasy she is caressing my thigh and pushing my skirt up inch by inch. I also feel her lean in towards me to get off the balls of her feet and now she's on her knees at the edge of the chair in front of me. Both of her hands are on my legs and she's leaning in really close. I can feel her sweet breath on my face as she talks to me. Okay, my left leg is shaking now and I can't control it. She smiles at me as she notices it, too. Dammit! "Well, my fantasy can take many different paths from that point and I'll be honest and tell you that I've daydreamed about you... about us in many different scenarios. My favorite one is when I just take you by your face and pull you towards me and we share a very deep and passionate kiss. I love your smile. I love your lips and I take my chance to devour them in this kiss. Our lips touch and then we begin to explore with our tongues." As she's saying this she is pulling me towards her by my elbows and we share the kiss she is talking about. After our lips meet I know that I won't be able to stop because it's all that I thought it would be. My hands reach for her and I begin to caress her face and move my hands down her body. We both become so engrossed in the kiss and our hands start to search out each other's bodies. My hands are under her blouse and her hands are on my naked breasts. Suddenly she pulls away and her eyes are on mine. She continues with the fantasy with her hands now resting on my thighs again with my skirt pushed all the way up to my hips. She's still stroking my thighs and I'm loving every second of it. "We are both losing ourselves in this kiss and then I gently push you against the wall. My hands are on your body and I pull your skirt up and push aside your thong. My fingers find your wet pussy and I begin to stroke your clit. You gasp at my touched but then I feel you gently move your hips and push against my hand. You love it and I see it in your eyes, so I keep going. We begin to kiss again and then I feel your hands move towards my pants. You fumble with my zipper and the button on my slacks, but you finally manage to get it undone. Your hands are in my panties and your fingers are searching out for my pussy. Oooo, just the feel of your hands on my pussy makes me even wetter." While she's saying this I unbutton her slacks and push them down. My right hand is inside her panties and I'm stroking her pussy, too. My lips are kissing any part of her face that I can reach while my left hand is grasping her soft ass. "Oh baby... I...this feels so good." I whisper in her ear. She continues on with her fantasy. "So I begin to rub your clit and you are really getting into it, baby. You're so wet and slippery against my fingers so I then part your lips and push one, then two fingers inside of you." As she says this to me she's pushing her long graceful fingers into my pussy. "Aaaahhhh.....oooooo, I...it.... feels so good" I whimpered. "And then I'm so turned on by you that I kneel right in front of you and take you in my mouth. You taste so good and I don't want to ever stop." She then lowers her head and I spread my legs even wider. Her lips and tongue touch my lips and I absolutely lose control. She begins to move expertly over my clit with her mouth and her fingers. After the attention she gives me it wasn't long before throw back my head and try to muffle the scream as I cum into her mouth. "I'm cumming! Don't stop...I'm cum...cumming!" I screamed She didn't stop there. She kept her mouth on me and cleaned up all of the cum with her tongue and then licked her fingers clean. I could only sit there and watch her as she did this. I was physically spent and knew that this was a fantasy that we both would have to revisit over and over again throughout the upcoming weekend. "How do you feel, baby?" she asked while she leaned in close to me and kissed my lips. "I feel good. You made me feel really good." I then sat up and moved towards her and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. It was now my turn to show her how much I wanted her. Maybe I'll get around to telling her my fantasy. Looks like I'll be working late again this Friday night.