Serena’s POV
It's been a week since I've waited for a response for the job I applied for. My mind has been on a rollercoaster of emotions, anticipating the response from the company, and finally, I got the job. “You’re looking at the new Secretary at VestTech!”I yelled my excitement at Benita, my college roommate while staring at my email I had received.
“I am so happy for you girl! This calls for a celebration. Tonight, we party!”Benita gets up in excitement to join in my celebration. We have been searching for jobs for over 4 months and have gotten nothing so far.
“I was just hoping we would get tacos. It's tacos night, Tuesday night is tacos night, remember?”, I hope she doesn't plan on breaking our tradition, we haven't gone a Tuesday night without tacos. It's a tradition that Benita and her then-ex started and it hasn't left us ever since. Seems silly but cute.
“Don't be silly Serena, come on. When was the last time we went out and had a fucking drink?”
“Uhm… last week, remember?”Benita scoffs at it.
“Nonsense girl, come on… the drinks, the vibes, boys”
“Boys”, we both squealed like a bunch of high school girls.
“Fine, let me get ready”
“Great. Hope by ready you mean a shower?”
“Hey! What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing”, I sniffed my armpits to make sure.
“See, clean”
“Take a shower, Se”, Benita sometimes shortens my name to ‘Se’.
“Where are we going? Have a place in mind?”, I said as I quickly took off my dress and went into my towel. I wrapped a smaller towel around my hair as well.
“Heard of this great place, Club Vive”
“Never heard of it”, I spoke to her from the bathroom, with the shower already turned on.
“Trust me, it's a great place”, at this point, we just yelled at each other.
“It better be”
“Don't you trust me?”
“No. You made us miss tacos Tuesday”
“Just hurry out of there. Jesus! You're just taking a shower, not getting baptized”
I sprang out of the bathroom, cleaning myself and drying my hair with a dryer. I faced a mirror to see myself as I applied a gentle brush of makeup on my face. I picked out a yellow half-cut dress I hadn't worn probably since my freshman year.
“Almost done Benita, don’t rush me”
“It's almost 9:00 pm, Se”, With a dapple of lipstick on my lips, “Done?”
“Wait, why didn't you shower as well?”I had to question why she forced me into showering while she didn't.
“Cause I always smell like fragrance darling. Now, come on Mami, it's time to party!”, we both squealed once more.
“Yeah!!”, we both chanted, “Party, party, party!!!”
I tapped on Benita’s shoulders, “And Tuesday tacos?”, I made sure this issue didn't slide.
“Why not?”, we chanted again, “Tacos, tacos, tacos!!!”
Later at the club, we gulped down our third glass of shot. Benita let out a loud “Woah! Yeah! See I told you this would be fun”, the loud music made it difficult for me to hear what she was saying. “Let's dance”
“What?”
“I said let's dance”, she gulps a fourth glass and drags my ass to the dance floor, literally this girl had her hands on my freaking ass.
We danced and rocked everyone at the club, partying like there was no tomorrow. We were having so much fun. A girl stood in front of me dancing, she held me by my waist, grabbing my ass like a fluffy sponge, with her hands at my back pulling me closer to her.
She kisses me. Not unusual for me, I mean everyone thinks I'm hot, and I kinda am. But I didn't mind at all. I was tipsy and having a good time, that's all that mattered at this point.
But I couldn't help but notice a strange man sitting at the VIP corner of the club. He has had his eyes fixated on me for quite some time now, or he was just staring towards my direction. I couldn't tell, the lights were dimmed in the club, and it was hard to tell. If he wants some action, he shouldn't hide in corners. I returned my focus to the lady who had just kissed me.
“What's your name?”, I asked, a little bit skeptical at first, this is not the first time I've kissed a stranger, let alone a girl.
“Does it matter?”
“Nope, I'm just asking, but if you don't wanna…”
“Let's leave it like that, okay?”
“If you say so, cool”, weird.
She turns me and captures me from behind. I liked it.
“You are lesbo?”
“Lesbo?” Oh God! I think I embarrassed myself. “Do you think I'm a lesbo?”
“No?”, I swear I could hear myself swallow.
“Besides, aren't we all just a little bit… bi?”, Hmm… I guess. I never thought about it that way before.
“I guess so”, Benita from the crowd hands me another glass of shot. I gulped it and followed her into the crowd, forgetting the lady whom I just spoke with. For some reason, my eyes went on a search for the stranger at the VIP corner, but I couldn't seem to find him. Where must he have gone?
Suddenly, I could feel a manly grip on my thighs, squeezing my inner tights with his gentle strokes, moving up and down on my naked skin. His hands go upper every time. I could feel his hard cock against my fat ass, my tongue could taste the saliva in my mouth, the taste was familiar.
I recognized it, juicy, yet sour-sweet. His hands still rub gently against my upper thigh, and he's resting on my back tightly with his cock throbbing against my back. His hands were about to go to a place where I needed them to be, but I turned to face him, kissing his fat plump lips.
I couldn't make out his face. I dragged him out of the club into a bathroom stall. I see his face now. It's the stranger from the VIP corner. He is a dark handsome, masculine man. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. His jawline was edgy and spoke of his personality, dangerous.
I reached for another kiss, but he pushed me back softly against the wall. He single-handedly takes off my panties. His hand glides against my pussy, a sweet sensation of euphoric ecstasy.
He looked deep into my eyes, capturing my soul in his. I felt mute, my body spoke without my mouth moving. He reached for a kiss, and I accepted.
He whispers in my ear, “Wanna go back to my place?”, with the deep voice of a bass singer, his voice reverberating through my pussy, letting out a little squirt.
“Yes, daddy”
Serena’s POVWe got up to his penthouse through the elevator. This stranger held me with his two hands, suspending me mid-air, kissing me from the elevator to his kitchen countertops, our lips were locked from the moment we stepped on the elevator. My clothes were taken off by this stranger in the elevator, I was completely naked, and so was he. I only had my glasses on. As he places me on the counterpoint, our lips unlock from each other, he takes off my glasses. He takes his thumb and massages my clit. My two hands rest on the countertops, my head tilted up. The stranger buries his head in my vagina, I could now erupt. I used one hand to bury his head further.“Don't stop”, he better not, this is sweet divine ecstasy.My pussy feels wet. “Fuc…k”He raises his head and grabs me from the countertops and into his bedroom, tossing me like dirty clothing. Who is this guy? The audaciousness. He dives and glides on my ass like a surfboard. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my a
Serena's POV“Know her? Mr. Boyega, this is your new secretary, Mrs Serena Johnson. Mrs Johnson, this is your boss, Mr Vincent Boyega”“Boss?”, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening to me. And why is he unbothered by the fact he had just slept with his own Secretary?“Well, it's nice to meet you, Serena. I'm sure you're going to enjoy working with me, nice makeup”, with a smirk on his face, those were his last words to me before leaving for God knows where. If this were a cartoon show, my face would be boiling red right now.“Am I his secretary?”, making Jerry aware that I wasn't sure what was going on.“That's the job you applied for wasn't it?”, he seems unsuspecting about the stranger, Vincent, and I, for now.“Yeah, but…”“No buts. If I were you, I'd go and attend to him immediately, he doesn't like untidiness. I increased my pace to catch up to him. He walked into his office and I followed him behind.“What are you doing here?”“I erm… I..”, where are my words? He points outsid
Serena’s POV Alexander, my ex-boyfriend. Alex breathes heavily, he looks exhausted and drained of energy. “Alex? What the hell are you doing here?”, shocked to see him, he looks like he has been rough-handled. What has he done this time around? It's always something with Alex. The last time it was the cops, the other time it was the gang members, now what? “Please, you gotta help me out guys”, a strange ooze filled the room. “Eww, what's that smell? Is this you Alex?” I asked to be sure. It smelt like sewers. “You got to help me out, guys”, breathing heavily like a dog, sweating profusely with a bad stench that worsened it all. Alex looked like he had not showered for days, what had happened to him? The only question I had for him. “Hmm… no. I warned you not to return your broken ass to this place last time you came here. Seems you want to be embarrassed. I wonder who you're running from this time around. I'll be happy to let them know your stupid ass is here”, sh
Serena’s POVJerry and I were having a conversation about my hair in the break room. He complains that it's not appropriate for work and that he hoped that it would be gone after a week of working in VestTech. It's been a month and counting and I still had my short blue-tinted hair. Jerry said it made me look like a pixie. Vincent had joined us and I couldn't be more happy to have all this sorted out. “Vincent, Jerry here thinks I should get rid of my hair, that it is not ethical for work”“Why do you think they are not ethical?”Finally, Jerry is getting what he deserves, he has been on this matter all day and I was getting tired and bored of it. “I'm speaking to you, Serena”, what, me?I looked at him with a confused expression, “Sir, it was only mentioned to me now, it seemed like it was never a problem, to begin with”, I made my case as it was.“Well, now it's one”, he grabs an apple from the fruit tray and takes a bite out of it. “He is your boss if he says the hair gotta go, the
Serena’s POV Walking into the office the next morning took me by surprise at what Jerry had done. My office desk wasn’t where it was meant to be, he had moved it to only God knows where. “Oh, there you are'' Jerry approaches me from the corner. “Where’s my desk?” I was a little confused and couldn't realize that this was Jerry’s friendly way of making me change my blue hair. It’s not ethical for the workplace. “You’ll be happy to find that your desk has been moved to a more comfortable location for you to work at your maximum productivity”, he said with a dirty smirk on his face, “Hope you find it truly comfortable”, he patted my shoulders before leaving. What have you done, you dwarf? “What did you do to my desk? You’re compromising my assistance to Mr. Vincent and I'm sure he wouldn't like to see I'm not where I'm supposed to be” Got you, you little piece of… “And I'll be glad to inform you that Mr Boyega won't be coming in today” “What, is he sick?” “That's for me to worry abou
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Serena’s POV:My night class surprisingly ensued in time tonight. Mr Quinn had some urgency of some sort at home. “Are you gonna dye your hair back to black”, Benita sits on a rotating bar stool, as I lay hopelessly on the flour drained of energy. Worse of all our air-conditioning is damaged and the handyman won't be here for the next two days. We're both on our inner, the heatwave is milking us both.“It's not a big deal either way, I think it's about time I did something different with my hair”“You’re mixed right”, I raised my head to give Benita a disgusted expression. We’ve been friends for over five years Benita, and you’re asking me this? Nah, she’s pulling my legs.“Really girl”?“Oh!”, coming to her senses, “my bad”“Hmm hmm”, sigh“Haven’t heard from Vincent. Heard is out sick”“No calls from him either”?, I nodded my head.“Don’t even know how to feel about that”“I’m sure he’s alive, and probably still breathing”“He Better be”, chuckles, exhales…“Alexander? I hope that b
Mr Vincent POV:Seeing Serena lying on the bed unconscious made me sick in my Tommy, this was all my fault and I knew it. If I wasn't there, the accident wouldn't have happened. Now she's in the hospital all because of me.“This is all my fault, Benita. If I wasn't in you guys' way if I hadn't jammed into both of you, Serena would be fine”“Don't sound like that Mr. V, she'll be fine, I promise”Serena’s Day had started like every other day, with the familiar hustle and bustle of city life. She works hard, I'll give her that. Little did she know that by nightfall she would find herself lying on a hospital bed. Makes you realize that life is short.“I'm going to get something to eat, you want anything”? Benita said looking exhausted. “I'm good, thanks”, as Benita walked out of the room, I began to have a taste of coffee, so I called her back. “Uhm.. Benita…”“Yea”?“Coffee would be fine”“Okay, I'll be right back”, I thought of the suit I had on all day. I didn't even realize I had th