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Yumi and I were rather enjoying ourselves. She listened to my jams before giving me a sample of her own, a Techno remix saved on her phone. "Hop in the car" Yumi said suddenly. "Listening to it on the car's sound system is much better." Indeed it was. The car had a custom stereo system complete with a subwoofer in the trunk. Yumi cranked up some more Techno beats that made the vehicle vibrate all over. Cupping both ears with my hands, I laughed even though my ears were aching. Yumi was laughing, enjoying every moment before turning it down. "I do this all the time when my boss isn't around," she said.
"You really don't like your boss, do you?" speaking while scooping out my ears with the tips of a pinky finger.
"No!" speaking bluntly, "I hate him. I'd hit him with this car if I was given the chance!" rapping fingers on the steering wheel. "I'd take the car too!" Glancing in the backseat, there sat a dark leather briefcase that Yumi scoffed at. "That's his paperwork," waving it off. Brushing her black and white dyed hair once more, "Anyway, enough about him. Every time I see him I get so angry, you know?"
"Why don't you just leave, if he makes you so angry?" I asked her.
"Can't," Yumi sighed, slumping into the driver's seat. "I'm too poor. All I got is this dead end job, a mound of Student Loan debt, a cheap apartment...this car is the only real bright spot I have."
"I'm sorry." That was all I could say on it.
"Oh? Don't be," Yumi suddenly chuckling, "It's not your fault. This is what happens when you don't plan for after college. You meet a guy, think you're in love, and then he dumps your ass and takes everything with him. Grrr." Her face turns into another scowl before turning towards me, the tension being released. "You got a girlfriend?"
"Me? No," still playing innocent. "I just moved here. I don't really know anyone yet" which is a white lie.
"Really, no one?" Yumi smiled. My heart fluttered for a bit. 'Please, don't be like Rebecca' praying that this woman didn't attack me. Yumi was attractive, don't get me wrong, it just didn't feel right for this stranger to go down on me right now. "That's a shame. You're really cute," Yumi's smile widening. Perhaps sensing my apprehension, she reached over and touched my shoulder, "That's how I can tell you're a virgin, watching you tense up like that. Don't worry," drawing her hand back. "I don't do it in the car. My boss will find out. It goes against the resale value," she giggled. "Still, he doesn't know about the times I masturbated in his office," pinching the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
"You're joking" I laughed.
"Oh? Try me!" Yumi laughed. "Done it many times. That's a little bit of a revenge against that fucker for not paying me enough."
"You...ever had sex in the office?" nervously coughing.
"No," she paused with a smile. "Not yet. I've thought about it many times. Go there, sprawl out on his desk, and have someone, someone real cute, fuck me from behind, you know?" Her tone suddenly turned low and seductive, her dark eyes staring at me, holding her smile. "Just have....mmmmm...someone..." her fingers traced down her flat stomach, over the fabric of her sweater towards her skin tight pants, down the thigh. She was getting aroused. 'Please don't turn in Rebecca and Venera' continuing to pray to myself.
But Yumi was there, at the apex. What I say next would either take her on the wild ride and hook her, or make her recoil in disgust. She was thinking of being kinky, getting revenge. Think, Robert. What would you say if you were a player? This is your moment. I drew a breath, looked at Yumi as she looked back, "and have him cum on the desk?"
Yumi loudly laughed, slapping both thighs with open palms, "Hehe...maaaybbeeee," before looking back at me. "That would be something, wouldn't it? But I wouldn't want him to see that. So, I may just eat it off the table like this," rolling out her pink tongue and lapping at the air, "Uh. Uh. Just like that." Boy, Yumi was really getting into this. Keep rolling with it.
"You would eat the cum?" I asked with a devilish grin, leaning towards her slightly, "What if he aimed for your face, just came all over it."
"I would just lick it all up, like AHHHHHHHH" Yumi said with glee, rolling out her tongue and smearing the palm on her right hand all over her face. "Have that all over me...hehehehehe."
Yumi's phone vibrated then came the 'Imperial March' theme from Star Wars. Frowning at its meaning, Yumi took out her phone and looked at it. "Damn. Sorry. That's my boss. He's on his way down now. You'll have to get out."
"Aww. That's all right" I replied, flicking my eyes briefly at the briefcase in the backseat. Damn. Can't get to it.
"Here," Yumi said, drawing my attention back to her. In the ashtray was a bundle of business cards. Pinching one between her index and thumb, she rotated her right elbow towards me with it, "Our office is not that far from here. Come on by sometime and we can talk about music and stuff."
"Thank you" I smiled and took the card.
"Best time is between 5pm and 6," Yumi said giving a wink.
Stepping out of the car, I said my goodbyes, shut the door and walked away, following the path I took when hidden in the brush. Putting the earbuds in and turning up Amanda's volume and waiting until 50 or so feet away, I whispered, "Amanda, can you hear me? I'm heading up to you right now."
Behind me I heard the car's engine being put into reverse. Don't look back, I thought. Taking the elevator up to the penthouse and swiping the key to the room, "Amanda, it's Robert!" loudly announcing so as to not alarm her. Closing the door behind me, a sick smell burned my nostrils, "Ugh! What's that stench?" stepping towards the messed up bed. The bathroom door opened and out stepped Amanda, her body wrapped up once more in towels. At first I smiled, happy to see that she wasn't hurt, then I sighed at my own failure. "Bad news-I didn't get the briefcase. Void brought an assistant that stayed at the car," before holding up the business card. "But, I think I got us a second chance!"
"You really don't like your boss, do you?" speaking while scooping out my ears with the tips of a pinky finger.
"No!" speaking bluntly, "I hate him. I'd hit him with this car if I was given the chance!" rapping fingers on the steering wheel. "I'd take the car too!" Glancing in the backseat, there sat a dark leather briefcase that Yumi scoffed at. "That's his paperwork," waving it off. Brushing her black and white dyed hair once more, "Anyway, enough about him. Every time I see him I get so angry, you know?"
"Why don't you just leave, if he makes you so angry?" I asked her.
"Can't," Yumi sighed, slumping into the driver's seat. "I'm too poor. All I got is this dead end job, a mound of Student Loan debt, a cheap apartment...this car is the only real bright spot I have."
"I'm sorry." That was all I could say on it.
"Oh? Don't be," Yumi suddenly chuckling, "It's not your fault. This is what happens when you don't plan for after college. You meet a guy, think you're in love, and then he dumps your ass and takes everything with him. Grrr." Her face turns into another scowl before turning towards me, the tension being released. "You got a girlfriend?"
"Me? No," still playing innocent. "I just moved here. I don't really know anyone yet" which is a white lie.
"Really, no one?" Yumi smiled. My heart fluttered for a bit. 'Please, don't be like Rebecca' praying that this woman didn't attack me. Yumi was attractive, don't get me wrong, it just didn't feel right for this stranger to go down on me right now. "That's a shame. You're really cute," Yumi's smile widening. Perhaps sensing my apprehension, she reached over and touched my shoulder, "That's how I can tell you're a virgin, watching you tense up like that. Don't worry," drawing her hand back. "I don't do it in the car. My boss will find out. It goes against the resale value," she giggled. "Still, he doesn't know about the times I masturbated in his office," pinching the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
"You're joking" I laughed.
"Oh? Try me!" Yumi laughed. "Done it many times. That's a little bit of a revenge against that fucker for not paying me enough."
"You...ever had sex in the office?" nervously coughing.
"No," she paused with a smile. "Not yet. I've thought about it many times. Go there, sprawl out on his desk, and have someone, someone real cute, fuck me from behind, you know?" Her tone suddenly turned low and seductive, her dark eyes staring at me, holding her smile. "Just have....mmmmm...someone..." her fingers traced down her flat stomach, over the fabric of her sweater towards her skin tight pants, down the thigh. She was getting aroused. 'Please don't turn in Rebecca and Venera' continuing to pray to myself.
But Yumi was there, at the apex. What I say next would either take her on the wild ride and hook her, or make her recoil in disgust. She was thinking of being kinky, getting revenge. Think, Robert. What would you say if you were a player? This is your moment. I drew a breath, looked at Yumi as she looked back, "and have him cum on the desk?"
Yumi loudly laughed, slapping both thighs with open palms, "Hehe...maaaybbeeee," before looking back at me. "That would be something, wouldn't it? But I wouldn't want him to see that. So, I may just eat it off the table like this," rolling out her pink tongue and lapping at the air, "Uh. Uh. Just like that." Boy, Yumi was really getting into this. Keep rolling with it.
"You would eat the cum?" I asked with a devilish grin, leaning towards her slightly, "What if he aimed for your face, just came all over it."
"I would just lick it all up, like AHHHHHHHH" Yumi said with glee, rolling out her tongue and smearing the palm on her right hand all over her face. "Have that all over me...hehehehehe."
Yumi's phone vibrated then came the 'Imperial March' theme from Star Wars. Frowning at its meaning, Yumi took out her phone and looked at it. "Damn. Sorry. That's my boss. He's on his way down now. You'll have to get out."
"Aww. That's all right" I replied, flicking my eyes briefly at the briefcase in the backseat. Damn. Can't get to it.
"Here," Yumi said, drawing my attention back to her. In the ashtray was a bundle of business cards. Pinching one between her index and thumb, she rotated her right elbow towards me with it, "Our office is not that far from here. Come on by sometime and we can talk about music and stuff."
"Thank you" I smiled and took the card.
"Best time is between 5pm and 6," Yumi said giving a wink.
Stepping out of the car, I said my goodbyes, shut the door and walked away, following the path I took when hidden in the brush. Putting the earbuds in and turning up Amanda's volume and waiting until 50 or so feet away, I whispered, "Amanda, can you hear me? I'm heading up to you right now."
Behind me I heard the car's engine being put into reverse. Don't look back, I thought. Taking the elevator up to the penthouse and swiping the key to the room, "Amanda, it's Robert!" loudly announcing so as to not alarm her. Closing the door behind me, a sick smell burned my nostrils, "Ugh! What's that stench?" stepping towards the messed up bed. The bathroom door opened and out stepped Amanda, her body wrapped up once more in towels. At first I smiled, happy to see that she wasn't hurt, then I sighed at my own failure. "Bad news-I didn't get the briefcase. Void brought an assistant that stayed at the car," before holding up the business card. "But, I think I got us a second chance!"
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