Her touch was magnifying, multiplying into the sensation of my being.

She was everything to me.

Her world had become my own.

She was addicting.

Smart.

Sexy.

Irresistible.

I could not say no because without her my world would fall apart. Join the world of the poor and the proper of two women colliding.

Religion, heathens, love, sex, and obsession brings the whirlwind of two people committing to one another in this dangerous attraction.

When one girl leaves home to the big Apple nothing will ever be the same, for better or for worse.

A finger glides soothingly across my back.

The muscles underneath the skin flex at the tickling sensation of being caressed. Soft lips are trailing my spine raising the goosebumps to reveal in my flesh. Her hands stop to rest on my bottom, cupping them, feeling the full roundness of my butt. My body jolts from the stinging sensation left by a slap to my ass.

It’s her world, her rules, her doing.

Nothing will be left untouched.

"Love me Omi...”

“Agh!” My whole body jolts awake from the sound of my alarm clock ringing through my room. It was nearing 30 minutes till arrival time for work.

Any minute longer wasted and I’ll be late. Grabbing my flip phone, searching through the contacts for one of my friends to come over and give me a ride.

“Hello?”

“Henry pick me up please?” I ask as I slip my black skirt and a white camisole to match with a light pink sweater. I was rushing to leave as fast as any human could.

“I’m already at work Omi.”

“Great, so I have to arrive late?” I spit my toothpaste out, dropping my toothbrush in the sink. Swiftly grabbing my purse, locking the door behind me as I skip steps down the stairs.

No time for elevators.

“Take the metro?” He suggests.

“Henry I do not like the metro because it is filled with things I cannot even begin to describe as of yet. Half the time I don’t know if I’m looking at a human or a rat.” I raise my hand signaling for a taxi to come to my aid.

Luckily, one stops.

“Well, I suggest to hurry on over here because I just overheard our boss is coming over to check on our progress. There’s even a mention of a promotion soon? Maybe you’ll get it Omi! You are our best employee ever.”

“Stop with this silly hope. They’ll never give it to a girl like me.” I mention as I apply a light shade of pink lipstick onto my lips as the taxi driver speeds off.

“And what kind of girl are you Omi?” He asks me with an incredulous look while I think for a moment, the time I could even begin to imagine at the beginning of wanting to work my dream job was unfathomable.

Except, I was only an intern with a little pay.

I was no one.

“No one important.” Reaching the building was perfect timing as I made it against the clock. Stepping off of the elevator sitting on my desk swiftly as if nothing happened hoping no one had noticed.

“Well, you seem, flustered girlfriend,” Henry mentions as he types away on his computer.

“You haven’t even seen me,” I mutter, I see the pile of folders on my desk being full already. They’ve stacked my office with so many files this time that I can't seem to see where it begins or ends.

“I don’t have to. I know you look a hot mess. Also, pink is not your color.” He stands up grabbing a napkin wiping away my lipstick.

“Hey, I just applied that in the car Henry.” I shoo him away from me as I turned on my Microsoft, getting started on the new issue for September.

“It’s all about the browns baby girl, ain’t no one tryna’ be caught dead in pink Omi. Follow the latest trends, please. You do work for a high-end fashion company by none other than who?”

“For Milan Petrovo,” I mumble lowly biting softly on my lips.

“Exactly, here you can borrow mine.” Henry passes me his shade of brownish lip color, and I take it applying it to my lips.

“So what else have you been hearing huh?” If you wanted to know the latest gossips, trends, or rumors: Henry is your man for the job.

“Well as your most trusted best gay friend ever. I heard from one of my little birdies that Milan and her Husband is soon to be no more. As they will be SPLITSO.” My eyes widen, my heart rose.

“Is that so” I mumble.

“Yes, also, guess what happened this weekend.”

“What happened?” I ask as I begin to turn on my PC hearing the chime of Windows opening.

“So, yesterday, I was out dancing, of course and while I was doing my thang in the club seeing all these single, young bachelors you would not believe who I saw!” Everyone in the office shushes us as Henry glares at them. I giggle at his reaction.

“Ugh rude, hello I’m trying to tell a story here!” I am beyond confused how this man still has a job here.

“Anyways as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-”

“Henry, Omi, get back to work.” Our manager walks near to our cubicle reprimanding us for talking, “you guys don’t get paid to socialize, you’re paid to work.”

“Oh, what’s gone up against his butt?” I ask as our manager walks away with a nasty attitude.

“Mm, speaking of his butt, I saw his cute behind at the club last night. Let’s say, wow he can move.” Henry smiles as I grin continuing to work on another article.

“So have you decided if you’ll have the guts to speak with our boss finally?” He mentions.

“No, why would I?” I ask.

“Well, one you like her, two you like her, three she’s newly single, and four you like her.” 

As if it’s that simple.

“Henry, I cannot be going around trying to date my boss. As you’ve mentioned before, she’s a new divorcée who’s going through plenty of emotions. That must be difficult for her.” The thought has come across once or twice, or a few times where I’ve wanted nothing more than to have a little taste of her.

She was a being to be reckoned with. The few times that I have met her were the times I would sit in the conference room taking notes and giving them back to her. Sometimes she’s even had me run down to the cafeteria to bring her a cup of coffee.

“Well you know what my mamma always says to quote her ‘to get over someone, you have to get on top of someone.’” He laughs as I throw a piece of paper at him while we return to typing away. The elevators door chimes in opening up to reveal a few people on board, almost all come off on this floor except one.

It was her.

She looks up tilting her head, her body in a white coat with knee-high boots, a large bag, and sunglasses to cover her eyes which were a light hazel brown. I could have sworn she was staring at me because the moment I looked up. She caught me staring at her; she smirks as if she was pleased.

However, I was embarrassed.

I was caught ogling my boss.

It’s noon right about now, and my stomach was grumbling to me that we needed food into our system. Also, there was no way I was missing Monday’s potato eggs salad special. I wait in line holding onto a tray filled with the egg salad and some baby carrots to nibble on. I love to have raw vegetables. I like the crunchy texture tingling in my mouth. Tapping my foot, my hand starts to nibble on a carrot without noticing some of it had fallen to the ground from my continuous steps.

I try to bend down and pick it up but I couldn’t. No one wanted to help me either. As I begin another attempt to reach down and pick up the carrot. Someone’s soft hands had picked it for me.

“Oh thank you so much-”

It was her.

“Seems you dropped a couple of baby vegetables.” She mentions as she places them on the side away from the plate.

“Uh um y-yea,” I stuttered.

“Hm, well what are you doing out here?” She asks.

“Um I’m on my lunch break,” I say as I move my feet as the line moves along. Milan is now moving with me.

“I see, I don’t really come down here often.” She mentions as she looks around the area as if she were looking for someone.

“I know.” She turns to stare at me as if I were strange. Of course, I’m strange, I just admitted to knowing what she doesn’t do and she doesn’t do cafeterias.

“I mean uh I know because you usually send me to get coffee.” One point for a good saves because I’m not a total lunatic.

“Ah well, I’m very busy and I honestly don’t see the point. It’s too crowded.” The cafeteria is huge but there was only a few people inside.

“Well, I was thinking, this is probably funny but I always thought that maybe you were a vampire who didn’t want to come out because of the exposure of sunlight or too much crowd to feast on one's blood.” I giggle as I tell her my funny thoughts.

“Ohh goodness.” She laughs, the sweet serenade of her laugh was like honey to my ears.

“That is very funny, truly indeed, just for that, I will gladly pay for your lunch. It’s on me today hun.” I drop my smile quickly as she mentions to pay for me.

I decline right away.

“Oh that’s so generous of you but you don’t have to do that!” I say as quickly as possible.

“Nonsense, I don’t mind at all, a reward for a good thought. Plus, I don’t mind helping my hard-working employees. I’ll see you soon for the meeting in four hours. Goodbye Omi.” She walks away as she waves to the lunch lady she’s paying for my food. I stood there shocked as I see her lovely behind sashay away from me entering the elevators.

She knew my name.

I never told her.

Hands tied, mouth gagged, I’m waiting patiently on soft, satin sheets. I can hear steps, heels emphasizing their presence making me aware I’m not alone.

A finger tracing my bodice, as if they made this art as I was merely the canvas. A ticklish sensation of several leather straps gliding down my body, the goosebumps rising.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you Omi?" I nod my head no since I couldn’t speak. Her voice thick with such desire it makes me want to rub my thighs despite them being pulled apart. She leans in to leave her hot breaths to kiss the side of my face.

I was a blushing mess.

"I want everything Omi-."

My alarm clock rings once again waking me from my sweet dream. I groan in annoyance, my left arm covering my eyes from the soft morning glow rising. I breathe in deeply as I try to calm myself down from the excitement.

However, my legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they begin to rub each other as I feel a wet sensation down there. I look to my right to notice I had woken an hour early. Contemplating to have the time to touch me thinking it would only take a few minutes.

I slide my hand underneath the covers. Inhaling deeply as my desire once again rises to make my body feel hot all over. I could no longer handle myself. To restrain me from touching. My other hand flicking the soft buds to become hardened. My eyes close reliving the wet dream I just had.

Her eyes.

Her soft yet hard piercing eyes penetrating their way into my soul. With a snap of her fingers, if she desired, I would have stripped myself ready for her. My fingers begin to flick the engorged, blushing bud.

My secretions becoming more prominent as I start to make myself reach my high. Think of her hands softly rubbing my body. The thought of her mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses on my chest and stomach. Her tongue sweeping around my cunt to eat up the juice I have graciously want to give her.

My finger inside: 

One.

Two. 

Three. 

Penetrating my core to create a torrent of havoc inside my cunt. Three fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. My other hand groping my breasts, teasing the nipples to harden in desire.

"Give me everything Omi." her voice rings inside my head just whispering sweet words coming from that honey mouth.

“Mm, ah,” moaning uncontrollably to the rise of my peak. Hands flicking in and out to bring me the big O. I want it, I want it so bad. The desire for her was building up to the main point.

Her.

I want her.

All of her.

Every single element that makes her who she is, I want to make her mine.

“Uh oh ooh ah fuck!” The release of my gushing waves explode onto my hand as I let go of my desire. For a minute, I’m unmoving, thinking about what I could do to my boss if she were ever mine. Unfortunately, I couldn’t ponder on that thought as my phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Omi!” It was my mothers shrieking voice.

There goes my orgasm.

“Yes?” I was not ready to hear her once again to complain about my big move.

“When are you coming home?” She's so demanding.

“Well, mother is very busy at the moment, but I promise I’ll visit soon, mother.” I cannot deal with my mother's voice at this moment. The mood is just ruined by the knowledge of her existence still haunting me with horrible memories that I try to forget.

“Don’t think we have forgotten your little episode Omi.” How could I forget? She keeps reminding me every time we speak on the phone.

“Thanks for being a supporting mother. I must go, I’m working goodbye mother!” I hang as quickly as possible.

She doesn’t know that my father is helping me with rent, and everything else in general. This day could have been pleasant if my mother hadn’t ruined my sweet bliss from orgasm. I make it in time to work reaching my cubicle as Henry sits there typing away. The minute my bottom has reached my chair he’s already on the move to inform of the latest gossip.

“Omi are you ready to hear what I’m about to say?” He asks me.

“Not really.” Henry flinches from my attitude as it turns sour.

“Ooh, what’s got your panties in a twist?” He asks as I take a long gulp from my cup of coffee.

“My mom,” I mention, Henry stiffs as his smile disappear as quickly as my mood had gone. He knows of my situation back home.

“What did she say?” He asks me, the tone of his voice becoming serious and sincere.

“Something along the lines of ‘you messed up Omi, and you need to come home’ type of conversation. Although, she did manage to ruin my orgasm with just a simple hello.” As much as I love my mother and father. I couldn’t stay home knowing there’s more out there for me.

“Well don’t be so down, we might find you someone to cuddle up with in the morning to calm down that pretty kitty of yours.”

Such a sex addict.

“You and your love of sex.” I roll my eyes as I turn my computer on to type away a few more articles that are due in a few days.

“Honey the difference between you and me is I have a lot more sex than your pussy will ever see. You can have a lot of fun with dicks.” Henry brings his cherry lollipop out and sucks on it emphasizing on the word dicks.

“Mm and you know what’s also fun to play with, a vagina, can you believe women actually have more pleasure than men?” Henry growls at me as I throw some rolled up tape at him and it lands on his sweater.

“Ugh, of course, throw the tape on my sweater and let the glue stick to it.” We both laugh as we continue to finish our work. A few hours go by, and we head off to our break, we’re waiting in line at the cafeteria.

“Omi I have tickets to go see Aaliyah in concert this week! What do you say? You in?” Henry loves Aaliyah.

“Sure I’ll go.” As we make it to the front of the register, I take my wallet out to give the lady change, but she declines me.

“No need Omi. Your lunch has already been paid for.” My eyes widen in surprise as the lady mentions this to me.

“Really Macy? By who?” I ask.

“Mrs. Petrovo, she mentioned that any item you buy here in the cafeteria will be through her. Enjoy your lunch Omi.” I stare at her strangely, and I walk away feeling weird. Everyone begins to stare at me, some even beginning to whisper.

“Wow Omi, how’d you get the boss to buy your lunch?” Henry whispers in my ear as we sit down on the way back so no eyes would stare at me.

“I didn’t. We spoke once yesterday, and Milan bought my lunch, I didn’t think she was going to buy it again.” I became flustered, I don’t know what I did that would make it okay for her to do this, but it’s most likely going to affect my job and co-workers around me. Already Henry is asking to have a piece of the pie.

What pie!?

As I entered the office space, everyone’s eyes seemed to linger a little longer than usual on me. I look behind to see if anyone was behind me that they were possibly looking at, no they were staring at me. I sit down feeling uncomfortable in my seat typing away another article as quickly as possible. Time flies by, and I no longer notice them staring at me anymore. Also, they begin to mind their own business; however, I was frustrated with this morning.

I leave my cubicle to go to the restroom. Inside the stall, I sit on the toilet and begin to let the tears fall. I couldn’t control my emotions and crying allows me to dispense all the pent-up negative energy I have inside of me. I give myself a good cry in the restroom, it helps me feel emotionally better when I spill tears. I clean myself up and return back to my desk to finish a couple of articles.

“You okay boo?” Henry asks, and I nod my head just returning my head to work. Slipping my heels off of my feet, I move on some pink slippers that were the shape of hello kitty. They were warm and comfortable for my aching feet.

My manager begins to walk up to our cubicle and stands on my left.

“Omi Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo will like to see you in her office precisely at this moment.” I stand up quickly leaving my desk. I entered the elevator as it chimes opening up, I couldn’t help but wonder I forgot something. The elevator makes it to the 30th floor, the highest of this building. I step into the office, and it was way more spacious than the one on the 13th floor.

“Hello, I’m Ms. Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo is expecting me?” I talk to the receptionist on my right as I step away from the elevator.

“Of course, right now she’s on a business call. I’ll tell you when to enter inside Ms. Takayuki.” At least she said my last name correct.

“Thank you.” I wait in the waiting area by the white lounge couches. I turn around to notice a fish tank filled with Koi fish. All kinds of colored scales that illuminate in the dim light shining above the fish.

“Ms. Takayuki, Mrs. Petrovo will see you now.” I stand from the couch and straighten myself to be presentable.

“Oh! Ms. Takayuki-” I walk inside not noticing the secretary was speaking as I enter with Milan's back facing me.

“Hello Ms. Ta-” she stops speaking.

“Yes, Mrs. Petrovo? I heard you wanted to see me?” I ask as politely as possible.

“Um I do but um...”

“Yes? What is it?” I ask as she stares at me intently.

“Your um your shoes Omi.” Her eyes fall on my feet, and I realize I had my slippers on this whole time.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry Mrs. Petrovo. I hadn’t realized I had my slippers on. I forgot all about them.” I am entirely blushing like a red tomato.

“Oh no Omi, it’s okay, I understand that work can be very long and is women need to let our feet relax, so I totally understand. Next time, I suggest to double check your full attire before you meet with me again, is that understood.” One minute she was sweet, the next she cut right to the chase.

“Oh yes Mrs, Petrovo.” She motions for me to take a seat on one of the chairs. Her office was just as big as her floor. It was crisp white with no stain whatsoever.

It was pristine to perfection.

“Now I know you must be wondering why I called you up here. Well, from the expense report and our sales number, they have skyrocketed because of your articles. You really know how to persuade women into knowing what she is buying, and I am surprised at what you have accomplished.” She mentions this all in one breath, and I stay still with my mouth drop.

“Um... e-excuse me?” I stuttered as I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

“Omi I believe you are a great asset to this company and will benefit us more if we train you properly to be an executive in creative designs for not only to find what is hot in the streets but to be a supervisor for the article staff members with full pension and compatible hours.” I think I’m about to die.

“Oh my goodness, I really did well?” I ask still astonished by the news.

“Yes Omi, you have. You should be proud of what you have accomplished. With a bit of training, I have decided it would be best if you learned from the master which is me.” My heart had sunk into my stomach.

“R-really?”

“Yes, really, we start this week, I suggest going home taking the rest of the day off, get yourself situated and prepared for tomorrow’s events, we have a meeting in Philadelphia tomorrow at 3:00, can you handle the extra workload?” She asks me yet it sounded like a statement. As if she was daring me to question her judgment.

“Yes, I can work. I can do it Mrs. Petrovo.” I stand up to shake her hand, an electric feeling shocks through of fingertips as we touch hands.

We both gasp and smile at the same time.

“Whoa, that was a shocker.” She makes a pun.

“Guess you could say it’s coming from excitement.”

“To be quite frank, I’m excited as well. I can’t wait to teach you all of the things I know.”

By now I’m a blushing mess.

“Have a good day Omi.” She says this as we walk towards the elevator doors, her secretary off to somewhere else, so we were alone, but I stop realizing what I wanted to ask.

“Mrs. Petrovo, how do you know my name?” I ask, but as I say it out loud, I realize how stupid I sound. How could she not know her employees?

“I just do Omi, and please, call me Milan.” The elevator closes on us, my breath caught by the intensity of Milan's eyes.

She was a woman to be reckoned with.