by Velvet
“I assure you Nina James is more than qualified to make the presentation. Not only is she a CPA, but she’s also a CVA and a CFE. Furthermore, I would not have someone on my team that was not capable of making a simple financial presentation,” he stated adamantly.
Mira looked confused. “A what? What’s a CVA?”
“A CVA is a certified valuation analyst and a CFE is a certified fraud examiner. So as you can see, her credentials are topnotch, and she’s more than qualified.”
“Well, I guess she’ll do,” she said, sounding unimpressed. “Have her call my office so we can review the agenda.”
Relieved that he had won that round, Jacob offered, “You can meet Nina now. Her office is right down the hall.”
Mira looked at her watch. “I can’t. I have a ten o’clock and if I don’t leave right now, I’ll be late.” Mira was a stickler for time and prided herself on rarely being tardy. She gathered her belongings and stood to leave.
Mira’s height always took Jacob by surprise. She was at least five feet ten inches, and with heels on stood a little over six feet. She was beautiful, tall and lean, and could have easily been mistaken for a model, instead of the CEO of a major corporation. He reached out to shake her hand, and held it a little longer than he should have. Any skin-to-skin contact with Mira was better than none at all, and he got off on the cheap thrill. Finally, he dropped her hand and said, “I’ll have Nina call your assistant this afternoon to hammer out the details.”
“Thank you, Jacob.” She smiled.
He followed closely behind as she walked to the door. “You are more than welcome.” His eyes zeroed in on her petite ass. I can’t wait to get my dick inside of that pussy.
Jacob had lost the lust that he once felt for his wife. Once he witnessed her pushing their son out of her vagina, his sexual desire for her faded as if it never existed. He had no idea that a pussy could stretch that far. Witnessing childbirth up close and personal had completely turned him off, and he didn’t view his wife as a sex object anymore, now that she was a mother. He loved Naomi, but his dick went limp every time the picture of her outstretched vagina entered his mind. To quench his thirst for sex, Jacob had taken up fucking around on the side, but was careful not to have affairs under his wife’s nose. He used his frequent business trips as an opportunity to get his rocks off.
“Mira, I look forward to accompanying you to London another time.” He smiled slyly, thinking about his hidden agenda, and walked her to the bank of elevators.
4
MIRA HAD a ten o’clock meeting. It wasn’t a typical business meeting, but was important nonetheless. She pulled her sleek silver 850 BMW into the parking garage of her building, parked in the designated slot, got out, and took the elevator up to her penthouse apartment. Mira raced through the door and made a beeline straight to the bedroom. She stripped off her suit, unraveled her tight bun, and hopped into the shower. Since she had showered only hours before, she did a quick run-through underneath the pulsating spray to refresh key areas. Mira toweled off, rubbed her body with one of FACEZ’s scented oils, and went to her bureau. She pulled open her lingerie drawer, took out a white lace bodysuit, and put it on. She looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but chuckle. If my colleagues could see me now, they’d do a double take.
Very few people knew about Mira’s wild side. In public, she was the epitome of professionalism and class, but in private she was a raunchy slut. And to accompany the slutty look, she smeared her lips with a bright red lipstick—a color reserved strictly for the boudoir—slipped on a pair of six-inch white patent leather platforms, and then fluffed out her long hair, causing the waves to expand into an unruly mess. With her lioness look complete, Mira got into bed and positioned herself on top of the imported silk duvet. She propped her elbow up on one pillow and lay on her side. Mira’s pose was that of a sex kitten waiting to be stroked.
She looked at the vintage timepiece on her wrist. It was exactly ten o’clock. Mira watched the second hand sweep down the dial, and thirty seconds past the hour, she heard the lock to the front door turn. Mira slid her legs open wide, and spread her lips into a come-hither grin, in anticipation of her visitor.
“My, my, don’t you look like the picture of seduction, all dolled up like that?”
“Well”—Mira’s smile broadened—“that is the plan.” She patted the bed. “Come here. I’ve been craving you all morning.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yep.” Mira nodded her head.
“Why? We were just together yesterday.”
“I know, but I want more.” She waved her hand and purred again, “Come here.”
“Your appetite is insatiable.”
“I know, and only you can quench it. Now get over here and give me a kiss,” Mira demanded.
Sam slowly walked toward the bed and began removing articles of clothing with each step.
Mira smiled, and couldn’t help but remember the first time she had laid eyes on Sam. She was on her way home from a late-night meeting and got a flat on the LIE. Mira was versed in many things, but changing a tire wasn’t one of them. She called AAA and waited for them to send out a tow truck. Forty minutes later, the truck pulled up and out stepped the most beautiful woman that Mira had ever seen. Samantha wore a pair of overalls with a white wife-beater underneath. She had on a Yankees cap, with her long ponytail pulled through the hole in the back of the hat. Her appearance wasn’t chic or fashionable. Just the opposite, but Mira found her sexy nonetheless. Sam’s dark chocolate skin was as smooth as silk. Her features were exotic. Her eyes were slanted, her nose broad, and her lips were a combination of large and small—her top lip was thin, and the bottom one full. Mira later learned that Sam was half Polynesian and half Nigerian. She was statuesque with broad shoulders and thick legs.
Though Mira had had plenty of heterosexual relationships, she also enjoyed the company of women. She was bisexual, but didn’t flaunt her sexual preferences, due in part to her great-grandmother. GG was from the old school, and would have never understood Mira’s intimate relationships with women. GG thought the sun rose and set on her great-granddaughter, and Mira didn’t want to dispel GG’s illusion, so she kept her sexuality under wraps. Though GG had passed on, Mira still felt obligated to uphold her perfect image in public as homage to her great-grandmother.
That night, on the side of the road, Mira flirted nonstop with Sam to get a read on whether or not she was gay. Fortunately for her, Sam was a lesbian, and made no bones about it. The two exchanged numbers, and Mira promptly called the next day. At the time, Mira was engaged to be married to a successful businessman, but that didn’t stop her from fucking Sam on the side. Her fiancé was too preoccupied with work to keep her happy in bed, so she found a replacement. Sam could lick pussy better than any man, and Mira quickly became addicted. She would call Sam at all hours of the day and night, begging her to come over and scratch her itch. Their lovemaking was so hot that Mira eventually called off her wedding—that was of course after GG had passed away—and began seeing Sam full-time.
Initially Sam loved pleasing Mira, but Mira’s demands were becoming overwhelming. Mira expected Sam to drop everything to answer her booty calls, and as a result, Sam’s business was beginning to suffer.
“You know, I can’t keep rushing over here every time you call,” Sam said, kissing Mira on the neck.
“And why not?” Mira asked, putting her arms around Sam’s neck and pulling her down on the bed.
“Because I have a business to run. As a matter of fact, I had to decline a towing job in the Bronx to come over here,” she said, sounding a little upset.
“If it’s money you’re worried about, I’ll make up for your lost job,” she said, planting a juicy kiss on Sam’s lips.
Sam pulled away. “Mira, I don’t want your money. I’ve worked long and hard to build my business. I’ve got three trucks now, and am working on buying a fourth one, so I need to service every job that comes in. Unfortunately
, I didn’t have my business handed down to me, and don’t have the luxury of kicking back when I feel like it,” she said, with a hint of disdain in her voice.
Mira didn’t like the way Sam was talking to her, and wanted to set the record straight. “Look, Sam, I may have inherited my great-grandmother’s company, but trust me, I don’t ‘kick back,’ ” she said, putting emphasis on the phrase, “whenever I feel like it. I work my ass off. GG left the company to me because she knew that I would take it to another level. I’m not fickle like my mother, who could care less about business. Fortunately, today my schedule is light, which is a rarity, and I thought maybe you’d be in the mood to come over and play, but I guess I was wrong.” Mira sat up and crossed her arms in front of her chest, obviously upset.
“I do want to play. It’s just that you can’t expect me to drop everything whenever you call.” She scooted closer and kissed Mira on the lips, trying to smooth things over. Sam truly enjoyed being with Mira and didn’t want to ruin their morning lovemaking, especially after she’d blown off a client.
Mira was still pissed and didn’t return Sam’s kiss. She was used to being in control and didn’t like being spoken to like she was the subordinate. All of her life, Mira had been in a leadership-type role. As a child she felt more like the parent than her mother, who was usually out partying or at home entertaining. Mira’s mother Rose was wild and had Mira when she was only seventeen. Rose never acted like a mother, but an older sister, and treated her daughter like an adult, often leaving Mira to fend for herself. As a result Mira had to make grown-up decisions at an early age. Thus was born her controlling nature.
“Come on, baby, don’t be mad,” Sam said, picking up on Mira’s sour disposition. Sam knew Mira’s weak spot was her neck, and began slowly nibbling on her left earlobe, then trailed her tongue down to Mira’s sweet spot. She started sucking, and didn’t stop until she heard Mira’s moans. Sam then slipped her hand in between Mira’s legs, and unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit. Unlike some men who had no clue how to find the clitoris, Sam knew exactly where it was and began rubbing Mira’s.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it!” Mira sang out. This was just what she had been waiting for, so she closed her eyes and gave in to Sam’s touch.
Sam followed with her tongue, quickly brought Mira to a heated climax, and then started over again. She finger-fucked Mira and sucked on her clit until Mira squirted a light stream of cum in her face. Their lovemaking session went on for over an hour, until they were both exhausted and fell asleep.
Sam’s beeper woke her up, and she looked at the time. It was late afternoon and she silently cursed herself for missing yet another tow. Although she had two other employees, she still had to drive to keep up with the demand. “I’ve got to be going,” she said, picking up her clothes off the floor and putting them on.
“Oh, don’t go. Now that I’ve had a nap, I’m ready for some more,” Mira whined.
“Look, I’ve already missed two jobs. I’ll call you later, but now I’ve got to run,” Sam said, heading for the door.
“Well, if you get finished early, come by. You have the key, so if I’m not here, let yourself in,” Mira said, still trying to get her way.
“I’ll be working tonight. I’ve got to make up for this morning.” Sam threw up her hand, waved good-bye, and was out the door before Mira could say another word.
Mira slumped back on her pillows and pouted. She didn’t like being dismissed like yesterday’s news. I’ve got to get another lover. One who’s at my beck and call. After all, I am Mira Rhone!
5
KENNEDY BREEZED through the international terminal of Kennedy Airport with her company-issued, four-wheeled, navy blue carry-on keeping pace with her every step. She was scheduled for a two-day round-trip flight to Johannesburg. As she rolled past a newsstand, her eyes caught a peripheral glance of the pastel pages of the Financial Times, and she couldn’t help but wonder whether or not her Mystery Man would be on board the flight today. Ever since her conversation with Naomi the other night, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was handsome, sexy, and had an air of sophistication, all the qualities she admired in a man, but for all she knew he was already taken. Men like him usually were. As Kennedy continued to the gate, she began to run the preflight checklist through her mind. She’d rather think about work than a man she knew absolutely nothing about.
Kennedy had made that mistake one time too many. She had a knack for getting to know a man’s favorite sexual position before she knew how he took his coffee. She attributed her hardy sexual appetite to her teen years. In high school the girls wouldn’t let the boys penetrate them in order to keep their virginity, but would freely give out blow jobs. Kennedy was reluctant at first, but soon caved in to the peer pressure. Once she got the hang of it, she found herself getting off on the experience. And as she grew older, her libido grew stronger. She often had sex on the second date, if not the first. She thought about sex so much that she felt like a freak. Kennedy loved reaching an orgasm, and masturbated on a regular basis to satisfy herself. Most men she dated misunderstood her sexual desires and thought that she was just a quick lay when in actuality she wanted a committed relationship, and not just sex. But as soon as they fucked a few times, the men were history. Once they heard the “C” word, they couldn’t get away from her fast enough. After a few heartbreaks, Kennedy vowed not to jump the gun and have sex too soon, so she kept a variety of vibrators on hand for those lonely nights.
Once on board, she put away her luggage, strapped on an apron, and began the perfunctory drudgery of preparing the cabin for the flight. Kennedy had been flying for nearly ten years and was getting bored with the job. Being a flight attendant was not even her first career choice. In high school it was Naomi who had always wanted to crisscross the globe, so after graduation she applied to all the major airlines and was finally hired by Pan-Afrika. After a year of hearing Naomi expounding the virtues of her glamorous lifestyle, flying to exotic destinations and meeting new people, Kennedy was intrigued, especially since the pre-law classes in college were a snore, so she put school on hold and filled out an application. After a series of interviews and basic exams, she was hired within a few months.
Passengers would often mistake Naomi and Kennedy for sisters, which was easy since they were both five feet seven inches tall and possessed curves that made the cheap polyester-blend blue uniform dresses look like designer originals. Together they were a lethal combination, partying on the coast of Casablanca one night and line dancing in Lagos the next. Even on their off days they would jet over to Paris to scout out the sales at the boutiques along the Left Bank. Those were the good old days before Naomi got married and quit. Now Kennedy was seriously thinking about returning to college. She was no longer interested in law and was thinking about changing her major to merchandising, and becoming a buyer for a clothing store. Over the years she had spent plenty of time in offshore boutiques and duty-free shops. Kennedy loved shopping and figured that she might as well get paid for it, but that plan was still a long way off since she would have to practically start from square one, and take all new classes.
When the details were taken care of, Kennedy checked the first-class seat roster. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t get her mind off of the Mystery Man. Well, he wasn’t exactly a mystery since she knew his identity. She ran her finger down the names, but there was no Nigel Charles listed. Her heart sank. She felt like a teenager whose latest crush hadn’t made it to third-period English. She knew that his presence or lack thereof shouldn’t have affected her one way or the other, but it did. From the very first time she laid eyes on Nigel, she had a strong attraction to him, and though he didn’t give her a second look, she thought that if he was on board today, she might be able to catch his eye. Though it was a long shot, Kennedy thought that maybe Nigel would eventually ask her out on a date, but he wasn’t on board, so that wasn’t a possibility this trip. She tried to mask the feeling of disappointment with
a phony smile when she greeted the passengers as they began to board.
“Not feeling well today?” That was Monica, her crewmate.
“What do you mean? I feel just fine.” She smiled quickly, trying to brush off the comment. Kennedy wanted to keep her thoughts of Nigel to herself, so she pretended not to know what Monica was alluding to.
Monica gave her that “Mother Knows Best” look. “Ken, how long have I known you?”
“Girl, what are you getting at?” she asked, playing the dumb role.
Monica was the mother hen of the crew and insisted on knowing everyone’s business. “Just answer the question.”
“We’ve been flying together for over eight years,” Kennedy answered, trying to put an end to this senseless inquisition.
“Exactly!” She nodded. “So I know when something’s up with you and I can tell by that phony-baloney smile that something’s bothering you.”
What was Kennedy going to say? That she was pining over a man she didn’t even know, that she was missing the presence of a virtual stranger? No, Kennedy wouldn’t say anything of the sort. Monica was a hopeless romantic, and Kennedy knew that any mention of a possible attraction would just spur her on and Kennedy would have to spend the next forty-eight hours listening to how Monica met her husband at thirty thousand feet. Well, Kennedy had heard that story a gazillion times and wasn’t in the mood for an instant replay, so she just said, “My sinuses are flaring up.”
“Uh huh,” Monica grunted, knowing full well that it was more than a sinus infection that was troubling her friend. But whatever it was, Kennedy didn’t want to talk about it, so Monica didn’t press the issue.
Once they were in flight and the passengers were fed and tucked into their private reclining seats with fluffy duvets and plump pillows for the overnight flight, Kennedy couldn’t help but fantasize about the possibilities of meeting the perfect man. If Monica could find love among the clouds, why couldn’t she? Maybe this Nigel guy was the one. Suddenly she felt a surge of panic jolt through her body. What if he never flew Pan-Afrika again? What if he was married with children? What if he was gay? Why was she panicking? She had no vested interest in this guy. He was just one of many random passengers whom she encountered on a regular basis. After all, Kennedy flew internationally and saw more than her share of “beautiful people.” So even if he wasn’t the one, it was just a matter of time until “the one” redeemed his frequent flyer miles and boarded her flight. With that comforting thought in the back of her mind, she finally drifted off to sleep, until the captain announced the preparation for landing a few hours later.
