Mia Elysse The Contract There is no dedication. . .only to inspire others 
 
 
 The Contract 
 She walked into the building like she owned the shit; turning the heads of men, women, and children. One would think she’s the owner, or at least a manager. She could easily be mistaken for a lawyer, a business woman, CEO or something. Actually she’s the furthest thing from what anyone would imagine. There she stood; clad in an all-black Armani Exchange pants suit, briefcase in hand, with her glasses perched up on her nose. The sway of her hips when she walked captivated everyone around her. A little girl with a linen dress tried to mimic her walk. Her mother snatched her up, mumbling something about it being rude to stare. The woman in the suit smiled at the child’s attempt, and continued to the front desk. 
 “I’m here for a five o’clock appointment with Mr. Johnson.” The receptionist smiled trying to play off the fact that she, along with everyone else, stared at the beauty in front of her. 
 “May I ask your name Miss?” The woman leaned in to see the nametag of the receptionist. 
 “Ms. Tiana, what does your job description require you to do? Ask my name or tell your boss he has a meeting?”  The woman in black said sweetly, like she was speaking to a child. 
 The receptionist, clearly baffled and now completely beet red, turned her back to the woman and got on the phone. Soon she turned back and forced a smile. “He’s expecting you.” The woman smiled and walked off, without saying thank you. She sashayed to the elevator taking it to the seventeenth floor. The people riding the elevator with her took in her beauty along with the sweet fragrance she possessed.  Men got on the elevator opted to stand in the back behind her to peer at her round plump ass which she found amusing. 
 When she got off she walked down the long hallway that consists of hand painted morals of the African descent. She fancied these paintings ever since she was young. She walked to door that read “ Ben Johnson, Sr. VP.”   She entered without knocking, finding Mr. Johnson sitting behind his desk with the phone to his ear. She sat her briefcase down on the chair in front of him and took a seat in the lounge chair that was pushed up against the side wall.  This is really nice.  She thought.  A 52’ television sat high above the lounge chair; he had a personal bathroom with shower, mini bar, and even a small kitchen. She sat patiently, something she normally doesn’t do, and waited until he got off the phone. She looked at her watch.  He has five fucking minutes to get off that phone or I’ll make him.  Three minutes later Mr. Johnson hung up. 
 “Ms. Ebony, what can I do for you today?” he said as he got up and went around his desk and sat on the edge. Ebony took this moment to take in all of him. Mr. Johnson was about 6’3, dark brown complexion, with a booming voice that you felt in your chest every time he spoke. The best part about him was his physic. You can tell he worked out on a daily basis because every part of his body was on point. She smiled and stood to walk over to where he sat on his desk. 
 “Well Ben, I want to talk to Mr. Johnson.” He smiled and stood as well. He easily towered over her 5’6 frame. He wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his back and she moved in to kiss him but he stopped her. 
 “I don’t kiss.” He stated with a blank stare. He looked at her lips at the same time she licked them. She did it so seductively that he ended up pressing his lips against hers. Willingly breaking one of his rules. He felt her hands run through his hair, massaging his head while her legs tightened around his back. He put her down snatching off his clothes and hers, leaving the both in only underwear and a bra. He walked her over to the lounge chair and tried to make her sit. 
 “No you lay down,” she refused. As he lay on his back she mounted him. She kissed him passionately as his hands roamed her body. A moan escaped his lips because of the tongue-tied games she played in his mouth. She kissed his neck and started trail kissed down his body. He shuddered when he felt her hands go into his boxers and pull out his dick. He waited to feel her mouth on him. She knew this. She popped a Halls into her mouth and went to work. As soon as she placed her lips over his manhood he flinched. Not knowing where this cool sensation was coming from. As her head bobbed up and down slowly, taking him deeper every time she goes back down until she had all of him. His moans turned her on, causing her to really get into the act. Slurping noises mixed with moans could be heard from the outside of the room. Before he was about to come she allowed him to control her head and fuck her mouth. When he came, she swallowed every drop of him like she was dying of thirst. 
 “Damn that was-“ before he could finish his sentence he saw her slide her panties to the side, and felt her slide down on him.  Damn why is this shit so wet? So warm. . .and tight!  His mind went on cloud nine and she rode him slowly. Everything about this woman was seductive. Her hips rolled to a beat only she can hear. She put one leg on the floor to steady herself and she started a slow grind. He gripped her waist, picking her up and down sliding her onto his pole. She threw her head back in pleasure, tightening her womanly muscles around his manhood every time he picked her up, applying pressure on the tip of his head. She moaned loudly as she neared her peak and felt his hands grab her breast and pinch her nipples. She bounced faster, ass smacking his legs. The sound itself mixed with both of their moans sent them over the edge, climaxing together. She tried to move but was too weak. He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. 
 They got in the shower silent until she asked, “Can you wash my back please?” she handed him her towel and turned around. As he began to wash her, gently rubbing her body aroused him. He paused for a minute and threw her towel in front of her which landed right at her feet. 
 “Ebony, hand me your towel.” She smirked and bent over, arching her back as much as she can, and making her ass sit up and her cheeks slightly spread apart. But she wasn’t bending over to hand him the towel. . .and he knew it.  He slowly entered her from behind. The moan that escaped her lips sounded so sweet, so passionate. He held on to her waist, thrusting into her and enjoying the sight in front of him. Her ass wet, slapping against his pelvis. Her curly hair stuck to her back and her face. She began to throw her ass back, matching him stroke for stroke.  Damn this woman,  he thought. 
 ”I’m cumming,” he said. He slowed down to a stop allowing her to continue to work. She pushed him back some until only his head was inserted in her. She squeezed her muscles and began to roll her hips, caressing the tip of his dick until he couldn’t take it anymore.  
 Once they were done and dress they both sat down; him behind his desk and her in the chair on the side of her briefcase. 
 “So.” He started. “What’s going on? How did the job go?” 
 She smiled and flipped on the television that was in the office. She flipped the channels until she got to the news just in time to see the anchor woman on air: 
 Cindy Porter here with the breaking news. Just outside of this beautiful home in the suburban neighborhood, three bodies are being carried away by the coroner. Police have said that the three unidentified bodies found all have a single shot to the head execution style. There are no leads in this investigation. There was no evidence that someone broke into the house or even if the incident occurred here. We’ll have more for you about this tragedy soon. Back to you Stacy… 
   
 She flicked off the TV and turned to see a smiling Ben. She smirked, “You tell me how I did.” 
 
 
 Text: Mia Elysse All rights reserved. Publication Date: May 11th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-rbd39c60d03e455