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I Promise I’m Not A Slut

I just started working at this company. It’s temporary though. Every one of my colleagues has been really nice and friendly since I started, maybe too nice. Majority of the staff are men, and this is a little bit of a problem for me, seeing as I like men, these men, the ones employed here. No detail is necessary as to what type of men these are; they are just my type.

But I’m a good girl. I promise I am.

Anyway, in the department where I work, there are two of these men that I find incredibly attractive: one is dark-skinned and pink-lipped, and the other is light-skinned, pink-lipped, outgoing and with a good body hidden under his suits and ties. I like both of them, but I am drawn more to the latter. He has being really friendly and helpful with me. Let’s call him Jason Bateman.

So at the office, Jason was showing me how to treat a particular document. He sat while I stood in front of him, leaning in so I could have a good look at the document. Intermittently, I would look up from the document to his face and nod to show that I understood.

During one of the ‘looking-up’ exercises, my eyes didn’t make it all the way to his eyes. They stopped at those pink lips. I kept staring and I felt myself lean a little bit closer. I was suddenly consumed with the desire to kiss him. I was staring so hard I felt dizzy. My heart began racing. My head was spinning and his voice quickly began to fade. I just had to kiss him.

I’m not a slut. I promise I’m not. It would just be a kiss, a quick one. That would be all.

I flicked a quick look around the office to reassure myself that it was empty at the moment. It was now or never.

I closed my eyes, swallowed hard, threw caution to the wind and prepared for the worst. I had to kiss him or be fired trying. So I did. I leaned ever closer to him and I kissed him. Briefly at first, and then emboldened, I kissed him softly, slowly. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t reel back or push me away. That had to be encouragement, right? I enjoyed it for a few more seconds, before I willed myself to stop and accept the consequences.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was definitely surprised, shock eclipsing the stare he gave me. I still wanted more and he hadn’t still reacted. So I tested fate. With my heart now doing flips in my ribcage, I took Jason’s hands and tugged. He got to his feet. I led him to the smaller inner office. He followed without a word. I closed the door. I pushed him gently down on the swivel chair and straddled him. I kissed him again, and this time he responded…and with more than just his lips! He kissed me back, taking charge this time. His hands came up and began exploring my body, his caresses hesitant, like he wasn’t sure what liberties to take. And then, his touch got bold, as he cupped and grabbed at my body parts. My body was afire with desire as I ground my butt down on his groin. I moaned as my lust-laden gaze traveled across the room, to fall on the laptop on a desk. On the screen was frozen an image from Seyi Shay’s Right Now video. I’d been watching the video and had paused it to answer to Jason’s call earlier on.

Suddenly I had an adventurous idea. Smiling coyly, I took Jason’s hands away from me, got up from his thighs and walked over to the laptop. I tapped the space bar and Seyi Shay jumped right back into action. He looked questioningly at me. I wanted to twerk and give him a lap dance. I had always wanted to twerk to either this song, Beyoncé’s 7/11, or Janelle Monae’s Yoga. I’m not a very good dancer, but I was feeling a little frisky this afternoon. If I could kiss Jason and not be suffering dire consequences for it at the moment, then anything was possible.

So I got down on my haunches before him and began to give my derriere a good shake. I shimmied and swayed and twisted this way and that. Occasionally I looked back to see that I had Jason’s absolute attention. When he reached out his hand to grab some of the bootylicious offering in front of him, a wide grin began forming on my face. I had him! Oh, I had him where I –

“…Jennifer? Jennifer, have you being listening to me at all?”

I gave a start as I snapped back to reality.

“Ah-ah, shift back small! You’re leaning too close! And what’s with the smile and the weird way you’re looking at me? Do you even understand what I’ve being explaining?”

The smile on my face had disappeared and I straightened from the desk as heat flooded my face. Jason was talking. And I hadn’t kissed him. I hadn’t tasted those lips I’d being yearning for. Of course, I should have known the past few minutes had been me in fantasy land; I mean, I’d been twerking so well.

I picked up the documents, nodded and went to my desk. I am looking at him talking to the dark-skinned, pink-lipped other boss as I write this. Gorgeous men! I haven’t even treated the document. Mtchew! I might have to quit this job earlier than planned. Too many distractions, too little self control.

Oh, and just the other day, after he did something nice for me, I gave him a good long hug. Yep, I’m definitely quitting ahead of schedule.

Written by Jennifer Aniston


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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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11 comments

  1. Definition of slut: a woman who has many casual sexual partners.
    Lol. I think it’s safe to assume you’re not indeed a slut.
    But a good girl? Lol. The jury is still out on that one.

  2. Office romance is not something you should get into.

  3. Pls enjoy it while it lasts… Or not.

  4. Jennifer Aniston
    Jason Bateman
    Pls I can’t be the only person that noticed that

    • Durling do not read much into it. Maybe the writer’s name is jennifer with the hugest crush on Jason Bateman and Aniston…or maybe Aniston reads this blog and decides to write on one of her trysts with Bateman! *gasps* We would never know.
      *coy smile…sexy wink…slowly walks away*

  5. The switch…..

  6. Hehe
    Fantasy!
    Might turn to reality…

  7. Interesting read.

  8. chai. This fantasy must end well for this chic. Amen?

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