“Aisha!” Mr. Conner stammered, trying to keep his eyes on hers but failing spectacularly in the face of her large, perfect breasts.
“Kidding,” Aisha said, standing upright and laughing. “And my eyes are up here,” she added before she laughed harder. Her boss sat wide eyed for a moment, and then he too burst into infectious laughter.
“Are you busting my chops?” he asked as he stood and grabbed the suit jacket he had draped over the back of his chair, pulling it on over his expensive shirt and tie.
“I think so,” Aisha said, and they walked out of his office together.
She paused for a moment to gather her things—a coat to fight off the oncoming autumn air and her purse—and then they walked together down the row of cubicles to the elevator. Aisha couldn’t help but notice a number of people watching as they walked by, and she wondered if they thought Mr. Connor, who was her boss and theirs, of course, was taking her to lunch or if she was going to sit in the backseat of his car and suck him off. She knew what some women did to get ahead, and she admitted to herself she would be wondering the same thing if she saw Mr. Conner and another pretty young woman walk by together at noon.
She knew tongues would be wagging as soon as they were out of earshot, and she stole a glance at her boss. If he was thinking the same thing, his impassive face didn’t show it. They got to the elevator, and Mr. Conner pressed the button to call it up to their floor. As they waited, Aisha let her mind run wild some more. First she thought about going down to the parking garage and indeed slipping into the backseat. Would he slip in with her? If she just sat back there and held the door open for him, leaning out of the car to do so and affording him another great view of her tits, would he get in with her? Would he be hard? Would he object if she pulled his cock out of his pants and went to town on it? She bet he would get in with her and wouldn’t object.
Then she thought again of her coworkers, and she had to hide a smile. She liked the idea of them wondering. She knew there was a whole other level, what with her being black, as sad as that was in the modern age. He was a successful white man, almost double her age. She was a young black girl. She wondered if he had ever been with a black girl. He didn’t seem like the type who would discriminate, but most people felt more comfortable with lovers of their own race, even if they weren’t discriminatory. You were just drawn to people like you. And it was true for Aisha as well. She had only ever dated black men, though in college she had spent one wild night with her Asian roommate, who was a woman.
In the elevator Aisha felt something, standing so close to her boss, alone with him in the small box. It felt as though there was an attraction there, something tangible in the air, though Aisha was sure she could just be imagining it.
Down in the parking garage, Mr. Conner led the way to his car. Aisha paused and tried to keep from gaping as he unlocked the doors. She had never seen what he drove, but she should have known it would be something expensive. It was a Ferrari. Aisha didn’t know more than that, but she recognized the little emblem on the front of the car. It was as black as midnight, with shining silver hubcaps. Her boss opened her door for her, and it swung out slightly and then lifted straight up, and she dropped down into the passenger seat.
As they pulled out of the garage, she could tell Mr. Conner was yearning to push the pedal down to the floorboard and speed off, but the insane traffic of New York kept him from doing that.
“This car is amazing,” Aisha said, and her boss smiled.
“Thanks,” he said. “I love taking it upstate; it’s a nice car to actually drive. This city is not built for driving, but I hate cabs.”
“How long have you lived here?” Aisha asked. She craned her neck and looked at the skyscrapers as they drove slowly by them, as she always did. She still couldn’t get over some of the buildings in New York. How massively tall they were, and how packed into a small area they all seemed.
They stopped at a red light, the massive engine of the expensive car purring like a jungle cat. Mr. Conner looked over at Aisha, and she noticed his eyes dip, following the long line of her crossed legs, down to her knee and then back to her dark thigh, where they disappeared under her skirt.
“All my life,” he answered finally. “Born and raised.”
“Wow. I still can’t get used to this place.”
“It’s nuts, and it’s a crazy way to grow up. My dad wanted something for us, for his family, so he and my mother and my older brother moved here just before I was born. He never made it, always worked a couple of jobs, just managed to get by, but there’s something about living here, right here in the city, and it inspired me.”
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Aisha said.
“He moved away as soon as he could. He didn’t take to the city like I did. I don’t see him much.”
“I’m sorry.”