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 Sunshine Royal Presents All In A Day’s Work
Emiko smoothed her short skirt down over her full thighs as she entered the office carrying her resume, which she handed to the handsome man behind the desk. His nameplate read Eric Jackson and he was a dark man with a freshly-shaven baldhead. Offering her a smile that revealed perfectly straight, pearly white teeth, he accepted her resume and instructed her to have a seat across from him. Eric stared at the beautiful woman who sat before him crossing her sexy legs. She had come in to apply for a job as his secretary. He tried to focus on her credentials but it was hard not to notice her beauty. Dressed in all white, the woman looked like an angel. Scanning her resume he said, “I see you are experienced.” “Yes.” She slowly uncrossed and then re-crossed her long legs, exposing her thick thighs when she answered him. Emiko had come here for a job and she wasn’t leaving without it. If she had to sell him on her good looks, she’d do just that. “I worked in the campus library when I attended Albany State. I then worked as a clerk in an attorney’s office.” “Mrs. J…” “Call me Emiko,” she interjected, noticing his dark eyes admiring her shapely cocoa smooth thighs. “It means beautiful, smiling child.” “Emiko,” he repeated, staring into her soft, beautiful, brown eyes. They were full and round but slightly slanted in the corners. She had long, black, silky hair that hung past her shoulders. It was obvious that she was of Asian decent. But, the wide nose and the full lips, along with the smooth skin that was only shades lighter than his own, told him that she was also of African American decent. According to her resume, her maiden name was Brown. “Emiko.” Her name slowly rolled off his tongue as he watched her undo the top button of her sheer, silk blouse. It was July in Southwest Georgia and his air conditioner was on full blast. Emiko’s nipples were erect and even Stevie Wonder would have noticed that she was not wearing a bra. “Are you married?” His question wasn’t relevant. It wouldn’t determine her chances of being hired. It also wouldn’t be a deciding factor as to whether or not he slept with the beautiful creature, given the opportunity. Emiko continued to undo the buttons on her blouse while Eric watched intently anticipating the moment she revealed her large, perky breasts. When she had undone the last button, she allowed the thin fabric to slowly roll off her shoulders. She then used her fingers to trace imaginary circles around her hard nipples. “Yes.” Licking her lips, she answered the question he had almost forgotten asking. “I’ve been married for seven years. I hope it won’t interfere with you hiring me. I’m willing to do anything to get this job.” Eric looked down at his own left hand. He, too, was married. The platinum band was a reminder of the love he pledged to his wife. It reminded him of his promise to be faithful. “Emiko, I have a wife and a daughter. I can’t…” Before he could finish his sentence she was fully undressed, her fingers dancing in and out of the spot he wanted to taste. Eric couldn’t take his eyes off her perfectly fit body. Her waistline was small but her ass was round. As she came closer, he could smell strawberry kiwi. He reached out and touched her thighs as she straddled him. She felt like silk. “Nobody has to know,” she whispered as she undid his necktie. “My husband and I are on bad terms. To be honest I don’t know if we should have ever been married.” She went on to tell him how her mother, a Japanese-born woman, had moved to America where she met her father, Lionel Brown. The two were married and shortly after she was conceived, her father left her mother, before she was ever born. Her mother, Yasuko, hated all black men after that ordeal. She begged her only child not to marry a black man because she feared Emiko would suffer the same pain she suffered when Lionel left her alone to raise their child. “I’ve had so many ups and downs in my life. My mother died not long ago and I just need someone to help me ease the pain of losing her. Can you just make me feel good, Mr. Jackson?” she asked as she planted a soft, wet kiss on Eric’s full lips.
Eric knew he should stop her but he was too weak from her touch and the sweet smell that clung to her soft skin. He raised her onto his desk and buried his baldhead between her silky, thick thighs. Eric used his fingers to part her lips as he sucked her clitoris causing her to moan as she neared climax. The now swollen erection between his legs begged to be freed. He stepped back, allowing Emiko to slide off his desk and remove his pants, freeing his pulsating partner in crime. Emiko admired the size of his penis before swallowing it inside the warmth of her mouth. Wanting the job badly, she sucked hard, her mouth performing like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. She didn’t relax her jaws until he exploded in her mouth. Eric wanted more. He bent her over his desk and entered her from behind. He heard her breath catch in her throat as she gasped. He liked knowing how impressed she was with his member. Emiko squealed loudly as Eric neared his second orgasm and began pumping faster, plunging deeper inside her wet abyss. Together, they climaxed. “Mr. Jackson?” He heard his current secretary call over the intercom. He had to catch his breath before answering the elderly woman who had worked in the office long before his arrival. “Yes, Ms. Sylvia.” “Sir, your two o’clock interview is here. This person has been waiting for five minutes,” she croaked. Eric had completely forgotten that he had another prospect for the job. He could only hope that this one didn’t want the job as badly as Emiko. He didn’t have another round left in him after Emiko’s buck-wild performance. She’d drained the old well dry. “Give us five more minutes and do apologize for me. We lost track of time,” he replied looking at Emiko who was now stepping back into her black thongs. Eric retrieved his own clothing and dressed quickly. The scent of their fornication mixed with strawberry and kiwi hung in the air. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” He pretended to be upset as he pulled her into his arms for a good-bye kiss. “You will call me, won’t you?” she asked, her eyes begging him to say ‘yes.’ He assured her he would call and he then walked her to the door. Ms. Sylvia, a woman in her mid sixties stood waiting with the next job candidate. Lucky for Eric, this candidate was a Caucasian female who looked to be in her mid to late fifties. She wore her red hair pinned up in a bun. He couldn’t help but notice the spare tire around her waist. He prayed that she wouldn’t undress and try to seduce him. Even on an empty stomach, he couldn’t risk that. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Mrs. Parks,” he said as he read her name from the resume Ms. Sylvia handed him. “Please, go right in and have a seat.” Ms. Sylvia eyed Emiko’s disheveled state suspiciously. The older woman was nobody’s fool. She took in the tangled hair that had been straight when the younger woman entered the office. The wrinkled blouse and skirt didn’t get by her watchful eye either. Even the skirt’s seam was way off but the younger woman didn’t know. Mr. Jackson didn’t even notice that he had forgotten to tuck his shirt back in until Ms. Sylvia cleared her throat and he followed her eyes. He quickly corrected the oversight. “It was nice seeing you Ms. Sylvia,” the younger woman said before entering the elevator. “Take care!” Ms. Sylvia called behind her as she smiled knowingly to herself. She may have been older but she sure as hell wasn’t dead. She knew what those two had been up to. Eric was distracted as he interviewed Grace Parks. He could tell by reading her resume that she was even more qualified for the job than Emiko. Grace had worked for both lawyers and judges and knew the ins and outs of the legal system. Eric had no doubt that she was the better-qualified person for the job. What he didn’t know was how he would break the news to Emiko. “Judge?” Mrs. Parks was saying as he stared blankly into space. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. He felt embarrassed that he couldn’t stay focused after the scene with Emiko. “You were saying?” “I can start any time. I know how hard your work is as a magistrate judge. There are always civil matters to hear. Husbands and wives fighting over property, sisters and brothers fighting over estate, you name it, and I’ve heard it all.” She laughed nervously and he offered her a smile. “I really do need this job. My husband, my late husband, died just a couple months ago. He had lung cancer and that’s the reason I had to quit my last job.” Tears welled in her eyes but she continued without breaking down. “I stayed home to take care of him. I used the insurance money to bury him and send our youngest son, Jerry, to college. Now, I need a job to pay monthly bills.” Eric immediately felt sorry for the woman. Even though she was still smiling, he felt her pain and he liked Grace Parks. He knew she would make him a wonderful secretary. He just hated not being able to hire Emiko who would make his job more interesting by sexing him in his office. Standing up, he said, “Ms. Sylvia’s last day is Friday. Can you start on Monday?” Eric extended his right hand to the woman who eagerly accepted it for a hearty handshake. “Thank you, Sir! You won’t regret it!” she exclaimed as she retrieved her purse from the floor next to the chair she had sat in. “Ms. Sylvia will have you fill out all the necessary paperwork.” Again, Mrs. Parks thanked him before closing his office door and leaving him alone with his dilemma. He had no doubt that Emiko would be disappointed. He had all but promised her the job and she had worked him well for it. But, Mrs. Parks was more qualified and it was clear that she really needed the job. In his heart, he knew he had done the right thing. He just didn’t know if Emiko would agree. Eric contemplated calling his wife but remembered she had an appointment with her stylist. He looked at his watch and saw that it was two thirty. He hoped that she had made it in time. She was always running late. Their daughter had to be picked up from school at three-thirty and her appointments normally lasted forty-five minutes because of all the gossiping the women did.
Emiko started dinner around five after talking briefly with her husband. He was normally home from the office by six. She was going to surprise him with his favorite meal and tell him about her job interview. There was no doubt in her mind that she had the job. Emiko chopped onions and peppers, seasoned the boneless chicken and put it in the oven. She would pour the cream of chicken over it when it was nearly done. She then took out the veggies she planned to cook with her dinner. Her husband loved broccoli and cheese casserole so she cooked a bag of rice in the microwave and mixed in steamed broccoli and a lot of shredded cheese. Emiko loved cooking and didn’t mind making a piecrust from scratch. She put the casserole inside the crust and placed it in the oven to bake as well. She believed in having a fresh salad before every meal so she chopped tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots up and added them to the lettuce, spinach, and romaine. She double-checked to make sure they had enough vinaigrette dressing for the both of them. She then made sure there was also French dressing. She smiled when she saw that she wouldn’t have to rush out to the corner market. Eric decided to stop by the florist on his way home. He wanted to surprise his wife of seven years with a bouquet of roses. She had managed to pick their daughter up on time, and was probably home starting dinner. His wife and daughter were the loves of his life. They meant more to him than the air he breathed. Just as he neared his suburban residence, his cell phone rang. It was Emiko. “I can’t wait any longer!” she squealed in his ear. “When do I start work?” He looked over at the bouquet of roses. Emiko, beautiful, smiling child, he remembered as he parked his Mercedes in the three-car garage between his wife’s silver Lexus and their Denali. “Emiko, I don’t know how to say this, but I can’t hire you,” he told her as he opened the carport door that led him into the kitchen of his home. His stomach growled as he inhaled the aroma from the oven. He walked into the den and stopped when he noticed the tape of his wedding playing. He could see the back of his wife’s head. Her hair was pinned up in a French roll with spiral curls resting at the nape of her neck. She didn’t turn to face him because she was on the telephone, deep in conversation. He watched their images on the forty-two inch Plasma television screen. She was wearing a white kimono and her hair was decorated with beautiful ornaments, combs, and accessories. They had been so in love. That was before he became a judge and a father. Back then, he was a paralegal who was still in law school. His wife was a law clerk. “Why not?” Emiko asked. “Mrs. Parks has more experience. I’m very sorry,” he whispered into the phone. “But what about us? What about what happened with us today? Didn’t you like it?” Emiko sounded like she was in tears. “I loved it but I can’t hire you based on that.” He looked from his wedding band to the back of his wife’s head. “I’m sorry if I misled you.” He walked closer to his wife, almost as if the sweet smell of fresh strawberries and kiwi were willing him to her. Feeling his left hand resting upon her shoulder, his wife turned to face him. She disconnected her phone call and said, “Anata wa dame des!” He laughed and asked, “You’re calling me a nasty person?” Emiko smiled at him as he flipped his cell phone closed. “You came into my office showing your pai pais but I’m the nasty person?” he teased as he squeezed her nipples. They both laughed. “Where’s Yasuko?” Eric asked, referring to their beautiful five-year-old daughter. She had been named after Emiko’s later mother who had grown to be like a mother to Eric before she succumbed to cancer. Yasuko was Japanese for honest child, peaceful. “She’s taking her usual before dinner nap,” Emiko answered, pointing up the stairs towards their daughter’s bedroom. “Why?” she asked, licking her full lips seductively. “Would you like to taste some more of my manko?” “Only if you want some more ching, ching,” was Eric’s reply as he grabbed his swelling member. “Ai shite imaru.” “I love you, too,” Eric said as he kissed her full lips. “Happy Anniversary!” “I don’t know what I’m going to do next year that will top today!” Emiko said as Eric carried her upstairs to their bedroom. “It was all in a day’s work, Baby. I’m sure you’ll think of something.
Linda R. Herman (aka Sunshine Royal) is the author of Consequences: When Love Is Blind. Though a work of fiction, the novella will hopefully raise the awareness of women concerning the spread of HIV/AIDS in our community. “It’s going to take unity and a lot of faith in God to beat this deadly disease.” Xpress Yourself Publishing will release Consequences, the novel, in Winter 2009.
Visit Linda R. Herman online at www.LindaRHerman.com.
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