ASHER RICK

Part two

“So here I am,” I thought to myself. I would be doing the job I wasn’t proficient at doing, but there was no harm. I could do an assistant job. Piece of cake. The woman inside my head shrugged. I didn’t know whether to laugh at my situation or feel hostile towards it.

I had immediately told Jess about the turn of the event. She was positive about it and was ecstatic. She had asserted I could finally get a good look at the infamous MR. RICK. I was enticed by the notion as well, but I shook off the thought at once.

I arrived at the office earlier than I intended, understanding that I still had to familiarize everything and get to know who I would be working directly with.

Ms. Owen. She was an attractive lady, with thick lashes, big brown eyes, a pointed nose that was sculpted attractively. She had tan skin in contrast to my pale skin. My hand unconsciously rubbed my arm. The woman also had the body to die for. Why does she have to be so pretty? She must have sensed someone was staring at her because she looked in my direction. I had just gotten out of the elevator when I stopped for a moment to study her.

“There you are. I knew you'd get here early, so I came much earlier because I am needed somewhere. I need you to do things for me. Mr. Rick needed to sign and validate these documents. Do not wait for him. He knows what to do. Just leave these on his table.”

She hurriedly handed me the papers and strolled to the elevator. I rustled.

Walking around the table, I placed the papers carefully. I didn’t want them flying or worse, misplacing them on my first day.

The office was cozy. My table was next to Ms. Owen’s table. I could see that she was very organized. She made sure all documents, official papers, catalogs, and so on were in their perspective stations. She even labeled each.

After I completed the task, I went to Mr. Rick’s office. I knew he wasn’t there yet, so I didn’t bother to knock. I just went straight to his office.

There was not even a single photo on his table. His office was immaculate. The beautification made the room masculine. Three abstract paintings were hanging on the wall facing the door.

On the right side, there is situated a circular dark Brescia stone table accompanied by three elegant chairs inspired by organic chairs that would definitely offer you a comfortable seating experience. The deft five-seater sofa was wide enough for a bed. I bet he sometimes slept over or brought in women to fill his pleasurable night. Why do I care?

My phone suddenly rang. It snapped me away from my inappropriate thoughts. It was Jessa.

"Carrieeeeeee!!!!!” I cringed from the painful scream, and since I was still carrying the documents in my left arm, the sudden jerking of the phone away from my ear almost had them falling down the floor.

I treaded in big steps and put the papers on the table.

"Would you please stop screaming, I am not deaf!” I complained, palm on my forehead.

“Carrie, hon, we need to celebrate. I got the job. I'm so excited! I won’t talk much about it here. I will see you soon. Bye for now, Hon.”

Rolling my eyes, I smiled. She didn’t even wait for my response. I knew she wanted that job so much and I was happy for her. We were fresh graduates from college.

Unlike her, I needed a job as soon as possible. My parents wouldn’t be able to afford my apartment. I was glad I shared it with Jess. She could afford to live and rent an apartment alone but she insisted that living far from me would give her a separation disorder, which I just laughed at. We were sharing an account for that expenditure.

She was very aware I couldn’t manage the rent alone. I did not argue further, since she had argued me down. I was beyond grateful to her. But I knew someday I had to let her go.

I went back to my table. And when it was time for lunch, I ate. I took out food because I didn’t want to get down to the building and asked the way to the cafeteria. I could do that next time.

The day went unnoticed. It left me perplexed. I had never seen Mr. Rick is coming in. Did he have a secret way to his office? So much for advancement.

There was no call asking for me or Owen, whom the latter had not yet come back from since she left that morning. I finished my tasks. I sent emails, memos, and letters on behalf of Mr. Rick.

When the time ticked out at 6 o’clock, I prepared for my departure. My mind flew back to Jess. I knew what kind of celebration she had stored in mind. It involved drinking and dancing again.

The last time, might I recall, was when we were 20. Three years ago, we were almost caught up in a jealous fight between a couple. The woman was livid to see her boyfriend dancing with Jess sensually while I was there swaying to the music, lost in the dance. I had caught men’s attention by moving my hips sexily but I never bothered stopping my trance. They could lustfully stare at me, but it would always be a NOT FOR TOUCH nor NOT FOR TASTE option. I laughed at the memory.

I felt exhausted. I just wanted to get to bed and sleep till the next morning but I knew Jess would not grant me that. I left the premises, got in the car, and headed home.

Jess was not at home yet.

Checking my phone, it was a quarter past six.

***

Time to freshen up baby. I showered and enjoyed the warm water cascading over my body. It was tingling my skin.

Mr. Rick’s profile came to mind. His debonair silhouette flashed at the back of my lids. I wondered what it would feel like to have his hands roaming on my body and to have his fingers on me. There.

I took the showerhead and pressed it onto my core. The water pressure sent vibrations to my clit. Oh! It felt good. My left hand cupped my p***y and I spread my labia to dip a digit. The simulations of the water pressure and my finger were so good. I imagined it was his finger inside me and it was his mouth that bit, nipped, and licked my p***y. Oh, what am I doing?

My body was writhing, my hips thrust forward as I used more pressure on my bundle of nerves. I was close to coming. Yes, so close. I spread my legs, my digits were sliding in and out. I pressed the showerhead harder, making my insides clench. I convulsed and came on my finger. I gasped exhaustedly.

Bad girl. I giggled.