“I will, sir. Goodbye.” And they hung up.
With that, Sally threw herself onto the bed spread-eagled, closed her eyes and sank into a deep, relaxed sleep. Tomorrow would be the start of her new adventure.
*
Sally arrived at the office building at eight thirty. She made her way to the second floor, and found that she was the first to arrive. Well, not quite. She noticed a tall figure standing by the water cooler, downing the cold liquid.
Sally couldn’t help staring. He was about 6'2'' with broad, muscular shoulders. His muscles flexed as he drank water from a recyclable paper cup. Sally stood there staring at him. His complexion, like many she had seen, looked like a chocolate fudge brownie fresh out the oven. Sally licked her lips.
Having finished his drink, the man finally noticed her and walked over.
“Hi. You must be new here. I'm Mike Coolidge.” His smile was gracious, cool, and friendly. He had the warmest brown eyes, the skin crinkling slightly around them when he smiled.
“Y-Yes, I'm Sally Collins.” She had no idea why she was stuttering.
“Well it's nice to meet you, Sally.” Mike looked at his watch. “I'm sorry, but I have to run to the storage room. I'm glad to have met you. Welcome to the team!” Sally watched his tight buttocks roll as he walked away, down the hall. As she tilted her head and sighed, Sally heard someone approach her.
“Well this won't do at all. What a way to treat our new team member! Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Desmond James.”
Sally looked up into the face of the newcomer. He was gorgeous! While Mike was more masculine-looking, Desmond, who also had the beautiful chocolate-colored skin, possessed a suave, flamboyant charm. He wore expensive brand-name shoes and clothing.
“Sally. Sally Collins.” She tried not to stare at his chest, which seemed solidly reinforced behind his shirt.
They began talking. Desmond listened attentively as Sally told him how she’d ended up here, and babbled on about how excited she was. He occasionally made witty comments during the talk which charmed her into laughter. He seemed genuinely interested in her. As more workmates arrived, Desmond made brief introductions and then continue conversing. Every so often, Desmond took Sally's hand as they laughed together and found common ground.
“Well,” said Desmond, “it's about time to get to work. But I'd love it if we could talk more later.”
“That would be great! I haven't seen much of Kingston yet,” she hinted.
“What? We can't have that, now can we? I'd love to get you jamming in this realm of Reggae. If you'll let me, I'll give you the. real Jamaican experience; take you to all the hot spots.” His voice sounded suggestive. He then extended his hand, “Are you in?” He smiled expectantly.
Sally looked at the outstretched hand for a moment. Something told her that Desmond would have no trouble keeping her entertained. Maybe even indulge a few of her whims... It would be a great reprieve from work. Sally smiled with resolve, and grasped the outstretched hand, “That sounds great. Maybe I can return home with some memories.”
“Definitely. I won't stop until you're fully satisfied.”
Suddenly, they both felt the charged atmosphere between them a little overwhelming, and decided to get busy with work.
Chapter 2
Sally sat comfortably at her desk, going over the fresh details of a design. Mr. Cobbs had just departed after making a few comments on how best to upgrade the sketches. Her first week of work had proven to be quite productive, and she was gradually remembering people’s names. There was one name she had no trouble remembering:
“Hi Sally.”
“Hello, Desmond.” She struggled to suppress her fond delight.
“You know, it's Friday. I was thinking maybe we could have some fun tonight. We're in New Kingston after all; there is no shortage of things to do.”
Sally looked at him inquisitively. “Okay, so what do you have in mind?”
“It's a secret,” he smirked. “But what I can tell you is that our fun will be two-fold; it'll get more fun when the sun goes down. So, weh yo seh?”
Sally had heard Desmond's last phrase enough to know it meant “What do you say?”
“Sure,” she answered with a smile. “It's about time I got my feet wet.”
Desmond gave Sally a thumbs up, “Great. Meet me in the parking lot in fifteen minutes.” With that, he departed, leaving Sally to gaily guess how the night would go.
When she arrived, Desmond was waiting for her. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and she got inside. She could feel his eyes devouring her skirt, which she knew molded her buttocks to a perfect roundness. She blushed happily. He then climbed into the vehicle, and began to drive out of the parking lot.