Short Story Interlude

Drama Momma

By A. Dacosta Brathway

HOT! Lava hot! That is how Samantha has been described by the guys on her job. They were always on the lookout when she emerged from her office. Samantha was the private secretary of one of the most powerful lawyer in the firm. She had skills that could definitely pay the bills! She was Naomi Campbell tall with long legs and shapely breasts. Her small waist accentuated the shape of her ass, which seemed to have a mind of its own when she walked the halls. She loved spiked heels, any solid color. Her hair was always done. It was hard to imagine it ever being messed up. However, with all of this going for her, she had a major problem… She was a grade A bitch! Nothing seemed to please her, on or off the job. She hardly ever smiled even though she had a lovely face. She spared no expense on herself. Too bad she never invested in her personality!

The word was that she was Mr. Smither’s concubine! She knew what was being said and could care less. She walked with an air of conceit. She cared about no one, at least on the job. Her work ethic was impeccable! She got the job done. There were rumors about her flying around but she did not seem to care. Who could prove them? Her policy was that she did not shit where she ate! She never spoke to anyone. She just allowed them all to look at her when she passed by. The other women hated her but she summed that up to jealousy. “They want to be me!” she was heard to say once. Her social activity was always off the job. To no one’s knowledge did she bring her social life to the job… Except that one night…

The rain poured like the heaven’s walls had deteriorated! Samantha had on a linen suit. She was her immaculate self but she has forgotten to check the weather report. There was rain in the forecast but she was ordered to stay late and did not check. Now she was stuck. She finished the extra work and now she was waiting for the rain to stop…

“Samantha, could you step into my office please?” Mr. Smither’s voice oozed from her phone. She got up from her desk and fixed her blouse. A last check revealed that everything was in place. She waked to his office door, turned the doorknob and walked in.

“Samantha, this is excellent work! I want to thank you for your dedication to your task!” he let her know. “Thank you Sir. I work hard to please you!” Samantha always had the hot’s for her boss. That was her secret. She wanted his attention… His affirmation that she was his Girl Friday! She always paid close attention when he talked to her. She sent him subliminal messages with her eyes. He never responded to any of it. It was always business with him. Somehow, that attracted her to him even more. He dominated her with his silence and she loved it! “I am getting ready to leave. Your work is done for the evening.” He informed her.

Samantha was not ready for the night to be over. She had something she wanted to say and do for her boss and tonight was that night. “Mr. Smithers… I have something I want to say to you!” She was strong with her delivery. “Yes, what is it?” he asked. Samantha took charge of the situation… She moved closer to Mr. Smithers to make her point. Now was her chance to seize the moment.

“I just want to let you know what a pleasure it has been to be your secretary since I’ve been here. You have been my inspiration and my fantasy! Her husky, sexy voice took over. “Well, it’s good to hear you say that because it is to my understanding that you never speak to anyone around here. That gives me the impression that you are not a team player!” His words surprised her! Ohh no sir! I am every bit the team player! She retorted. “I am here for your every beck and call! I am efficient and hard working… There is nothing I won’t do for you!’ Her voice softened. Mr. Smithers focused his attention to packing his briefcase. Samantha noticed the change and got up in his face between him and the case. “I just want you to not hold my reputation against me!” She pecked him on the cheek. “Whatever you recommend, I will do!” Her right hang slid down the front of his pants, stroking his penis. “I am here to please you!” Her tongue entered his mouth.

Smithers leaned back…His feet slipped from underneath him and he landed on his back on top of his desk! Samantha wasted no time climbing on top of him. Placing her left knee between his crotch, she flattened out and was directly on top of him. Her kisses were hot and moist. Her tongue explored his mouth while she unzipped his pants jip per. Slowly, she searched and found his semi hard dick rising to meet her hand. She stroked it, soft enough to not irritate it and hard enough to make her point! Point taken.

Caught up in the moment, he kissed her back. Their position on the desk changed too. She was now on her back with her slacks off and his tongue was between her legs! He liked her like she was ice cream! Her pussy was hot and wet and her juices were all over his mouth. The deeper his tongue entered her, the more she moaned. This is what she wanted. This is what she day dreamed about while sitting at her desk. Mr. Smithers had a talented tongue. Her orgasm came from deep inside her as she squirted in his mouth! Sliding to get away, her head hung off the edge of the desk, prompting Smithers to change his position and squeezed his throbbing cock in her mouth. She took it all in as far as it would go. He fucked her right there! Samantha’s right hand found her clit and she rubbed it until she felt her climaxing again.

The evening was short lived for Samantha. Mr. Smithers splashed his cum in her mouth and abruptly pulled out! “I’m late!” he offered as an excuse, jipped up his pants, grabbed his things and briskly walked out of his office. Samantha laid there for a minute, trying to gather her thoughts. She felt abused and taken advantage of. She felt disrespected! Just then she heard a bump at the door… It was the cleaning lady. The very same lady she always ignored when she saw her in the morning. The woman looked at Samantha while Samantha tried to cover up quickly. “It’s okay Miss Samantha, you need not be ashamed,” the woman offered. Samantha said nothing. She continued to get herself together and walked out of the office.

The next day, at work, things were a lot different. The sun was out, the birds chirped and Samantha spoke to the cleaning lady when she walked through the door!

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009