Chocolate Girls with Golden Hair (18 page)

Upon closing the door behind her, she
leaned against it as if she were about to audition for him. Bruce
stopped dictating and delivering her his full attention. "Are you
finished already?" he asked her.

"I am."

She stepped towards his desk and
politely handed him the document.

"Thank you," he said.

"Is there anything else I can get for
you?" she asked with a warm smile.

Before he could answer, she made her
way around to his side of the desk. She stood in front of him, her
hands neatly at her sides as if about to make an
announcement.

She was ready to make her
move.

He set his handheld recorder down on
the desk, looked up at her and their eyes locked into to each
other. Bianca pointed to the seat of his pants and said, "I saw
that in my dream last night. It was tan and rigid, and now I want
to see it again. Only this time, I want to touch it."

"Bianca, are you all right?"

"Call me BeeBee. My special friends
call me BeeBee, and you have just become my special
friend."

Bruce scooted his chair back away from
her, but not shifting his eyes away from her. To bypass his little
innocent I don't know what's going on bit, she kneeled down on the
floor and placed her hands on his knees. She then placed her
fingers on her eyelid and softly massaged it. "I think I have
something in my eye," she said, all the while
pretending.

Not a word uttered from Bruce's lips as
she continued to pretend she had something in her eye. She stared
down at the floor, knowing she held his full attention, then lifted
her head up. A warm smile penetrated her face. "There. I have
it."

Bruce seemed stuck in wonderland by her
behavior but apparently not enough to say anything or do anything
about it.

"May I sit down?" she asked.

In a trance like state, Bruce said,
"Sure."

Bianca stood up from the floor. Very
carefully, she straddled herself onto his lap. Though he didn't
physically resist her, he questioned her behavior and said,
"Bianca?"

She put her face to his, flung her
fingers through his dark hair and said, "Call me
BeeBee."

He swallowed hard as if to say, if you
say so. She continued to roam her fingers through his dark hair
while they shared an intense stare. Then, without warning, she
kissed him and kissed him some more, all the while absorbing his
wet breath. Privy to his fetish for black blondes, she would not be
overlooked. She wanted him and she hoped that he wanted her too.
She separated her lips from his and nibbled at his neck, then his
ear. Their heated moment was soon interrupted by a knock at the
door, and it startled Bianca, but not enough for her to halt her
actions. Right away, Bruce nudged her up and out of his lap. She
was now standing next to his chair, looking totally out of place.
Bruce combed through his hair with his fingers and then wiped the
lipstick from his lips, attempting to look as professional as
possible.

"Come in," Bruce said, as he
straightened the papers on his desk.

A senior associate, Mark, half wearing
his tie, stepped inside. "Should I come back?" Mark
asked.

Bluntly, Bianca blurted out. "Could
you?"

A faint smile skirted across Bruce's
face.

"Just kidding," Bianca said as she
moved towards the door. Before she was completely through the door,
she turned to Bruce. "You'll let me know if you need anything,
won't you?"

Bruce nodded.

Upon returning to her desk, Bianca
crossed her legs and impatiently waited for Mark to leave Bruce's
office. She studied the clock on her desk as if she could make it
go faster by staring at it, all the while keeping an ear open for
the sound of Mark leaving Bruce's office. While she waited, waited
and waited some more, she pulled her compact mirror from her purse
and applied a layer of lipstick to her lips. Instead of zipping off
into the ladies' room to take a sip of the Chardonnay which she
always kept in her bag, she decided to just take a sip right at her
desk. Who would know? After all, the office was practically empty
anyhow.

After twelve minutes of waiting, like a
little kid at Christmas time, she saw the door of Bruce's office
opening. Both Bruce and Mark came from inside and headed in
opposite directions.

Bianca rose from her desk, and followed
behind Bruce without his knowledge, almost tripping over her own
steps. She was several steps behind him when she saw him head
towards the men's room. As she crept through the halls like a
secret agent, about to enter the men's room, she was stopped by a
voice.

"Working late," the girlish voice
asked.

The voice startled her, and when she
turned around, she saw Rollie carrying a stack of file folders in
his hand.

"Oh, hi, Rollie."

At the entrance of the men's room, she
stood caught, busted.

"That's the men's room, you know?" he
said to her.

She tried to play it off by glancing
over the sign, Men. "Oh my goodness, you're right. What was I
thinking?" she questioned before cruising in the opposite
direction.

When she was out of Rollie's view, she
stopped and made a U turn. Again, she headed towards the men's
room, but before she entered, she glanced around her surroundings.
When she believed that the coast was clear, she stepped inside and
was full of life as her blonde hair dangled at her shoulders. She
smiled when she saw Bruce standing at the urinal, taking a spill,
which was exactly where she wanted him.

From what Bianca could see of the half
open stall doors, except for the handicapped stall door, which
always remained closed, it was just the two of them.

She came up behind Bruce, wanting to
shock him, but before she could reach him, he turned and saw
her.

A staggered look graced his face as he
went to zip his pants. "Bianca," he blurted out. "What are you
doing in here?"

Instead of answering his question, she
ran her fingers across the back of his neck. "Say, 'what are you
doing in here, BeeBee?'"

She tried to zip up his pants for him,
but he stopped her. "Quit playing around Bianca. Someone's going to
see us."

"Not if we're really careful," she
said, with a giggle.

When Bruce moved over to the sink to
wash his hands, Bianca snuggled behind him and wrapped her arms
around his waist.

"Knock it off Bianca," he said as he
released her hands from around his waist.

Just as he was about to reach for the
paper towels, Bianca grabbed his hand as she was convinced that all
he needed was a little persuasion. She inserted his finger into her
mouth, savoring it inch by inch.

Bruce seemed to comprehend the moment
and what it meant as his eyes locked in with Bianca's before she
removed his finger from her mouth.

"I have to get you to loosen up," she
said, "and show you how to have some fun."

Meanwhile, downstairs in the lobby,
Camina rushed in towards the security desk. So much in a hurry for
her doctor's appointment, she had left her purse at the
office.

Though she came back for her purse, her
real concern lied elsewhere. After learning that Bianca was working
late for Bruce, she was compelled to return to the office,
especially since Bianca was on the prowl for her guy, possibly
already having captured his attention.

It was already a challenge for Camina
to compete with Bruce's wife. She didn't need the added struggle of
competing with Bianca as well.

Camina needed access to the elevators
in her building as after six o'clock, the elevators remained locked
and were only accessible with a keycard, which was in Camina's
purse upstairs.

At the security desk, Camina waited for
the security guard to look up from his television screen and
acknowledge her. With his eyes glued to the television screen, he
seemed unaware of her presence.

Several seconds elapsed before he
noticed her. "Can I help you?"

"My name is Camina Givens, and I work
for Whitley & Austin. I left my purse in the office on my way
out this evening, and I need to get upstairs."

"Do you have a keycard?" he asked
her.

"If I did, I wouldn't need you," she
said in a sharp tongue.

"Is there someone upstairs to verify
who you are?"

"Maybe."

He handed her the phone while he
returned his attention to the television in front of
him.

Not having ever seen this particular
security guard before, he probably did not know her either. If so,
he could have let her upstairs without question.

She dialed Bruce's extension and
listened to the annoying and endless ringing. She assumed she would
be transferred into his voicemail, but instead the phone continued
to ring. That was strange. She then tried Bianca's extension and
was quickly transferred to voicemail.

Camina slammed the phone down. "No one
is answering."

"Do you have any I.D. on you?" the
security guard asked her.

"My I.D. is in my purse!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you
upstairs without some kind of I.D."

Camina exhaled a breath of frustration.
Idiots. That's what they were. All of them. Complete
idiots.

Camina knew Bruce and Bianca were still
upstairs, and she wasn't giving up. Besides, she needed her keys to
enter her apartment.

"Is there anyone else working here
tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, but he's on break
and─"

Before he could finish his sentence,
Camina saw the face of a familiar security guard, Ralph, coming
towards her.

"Hi, Ralph. I forgot my purse upstairs
and your coworker won't let me up."

"I'll let you upstairs," Ralph
said.

"Thank you."

"I'll need you to sign in, though," he
told her.

Camina was about to sign in, glanced at
her watch to remind herself of the time. It was six
o'clock.

Back upstairs in the men's room, Bianca
stood sandwiched against Bruce's body. She kissed him, rugged and
wild, her arms wrapped around his back. She could feel his manhood
against her thigh. Though up until that point, he seemed determined
to resist her, but her charm was wearing him down. She knew that
she would eventually convince him to do what she wanted as it were
only a matter of time. She pulled away from him, delicately took
hold of his hand and led him towards one of the stalls, but Bruce
resisted. "Too risky."

His consistent resistance was giving
her a serious hard-on, if such a thing existed for a woman. "What
do I have to do, put you on a leash and walk you in?"

Determined to coax Bruce into doing
what she wanted, she was willing to do anything, even if it meant
getting down on her knees. Literally.

Bianca dropped to her knees and began
unbuckling his belt from his pants.

"Get up, Bianca."

"Don't be a killjoy."

"We can't do this. People are still in
this office."

"So. What are they going to do, arrest
us?"

Finally, Bianca managed to grasp his
belt from his pants and wrapped it around her waist. She then
unzipped his pants and slid her hand through his fly and circled
his erectness with her fingertips. She observed the sedated
expression on his face, as he seemed to almost lose his balance.
She held his sex in her hand while she listened to the uneven
breaths escaping from his mouth. Completely under her control, she
stood up, and led him into one of the stalls.

And once inside, it was lights, camera,
and action.

Camina reached the forty-fourth
floor.

The door to the office was locked. She
grabbed the receiver from the phone on the wall. Again, she tried
to reach Bruce and Bianca. But nothing. Just irritating rings
before being transferred into voicemail. At this moment, her purse
was no longer a major concern. It was the whereabouts of Bruce and
Bianca that weighed on her mind. Impatiently, she cleared herself
of her coat and suit jacket. It was either too warm, or she was
stressing herself out. She fanned herself with her hand while she
waited, trying to figure out what to do next. She was about to try
Bruce's line again when the locked door swung open, and relief
swept over Camina's face. It was an attorney, Mark.

"Perfect timing," Camina said. "I
forgot my key." She was about to go through the door, then asked,
"Is Bruce still here?"

"I think so."

She disappeared into the door, through
the dark corridors until she made it to her desk. All the while,
she kept a careful eye out for Bianca and Bruce.

After she seized her purse from her
desk drawer, she scrambled her way over to Bianca's desk and saw
that her computer was on, and her compact mirror sat at the edge of
the desk. This set off bells in Camina's head. Wherever Bruce was,
Bianca was surely close by.