"Dammit, Jason!" Paula grimaced as her foot slammed against a metal storage box on the floor, "Could you possibly hold the flashlight a little lower?" she fumed over her shoulder at the 6’3" well-proportioned man who unsteadily focused the flashlight on a door at the opposite end of the room.

"It’s a circuit breaker," he said, still guiding them with his small pocket flashlight, "It’s got to be."

Paula looked at her watch, the luminescent hands barely visible in the pitch black. She sucked her teeth. Her date would be arriving at her house in half an hour and here she was still at the office, fumbling around in the dark. One of her friends had helped her finagle a blind date to her ten-year college reunion that night, but she was warned that her date was a fastidious bastard and would give her a headache if she were even a minute late.

When she offered to stay behind that night and walk "the new guy" through the more complex mid-management office procedures, she had no idea that the half-hour she had planned on would turn into two additional hours trapped on the second floor. A power surge, a broken breaker, who knew what the problem was? But what they did know was that the lights were out and that the security system had done its job and automatically shutdown, which included a full lockdown of the plant. Now, they were stuck in the building and Paula blamed it all on Jason.

Jason had come over from an out-of-town competitor. With his sultry brown eyes, surfer dude dark wavy hair, golden, sun-tanned skin and quick wit, he wowed everyone in the office... everyone but Paula. He would regale them all with his stories of growing up in Harlem and even sprinkled his tales with a little vernacular. It made her sick…another Eminem wannabe, and they all just ate it up. Then on days like today, casual Friday, he would stroll in wearing his polo shirts baring his muscular, well-formed biceps, the close-fitting shirt only hinting at the washboard abs underneath, and his khaki pants form fit to a well-developed ass.

He would tell his surfing stories from his years lived in Malibu; and the women in the office might as well have just worn bibs to the office for all the drooling they did. She would just roll her eyes as they carried on about him like he was the last man on earth.

“Can you imagine what he must be like in bed?” Beck asked to no one in particular as they rode the escalator up that morning.

“With that body, I’d never make it to a bed,” Gina laughed.

“Well, I know someone must have gotten his attention the other day at the staff meeting,” Sherry chuckled.

“I know,” Beck concurred, “I mean my God…was that all real?”

“Please,” Paula muttered as she focused on her watch hoping she wouldn’t be late for the section meeting. This was the third time she heard the story. She didn’t want to hear it again. All she knew was that during the staff meeting when she was about to deliver their section report, Mr. Wonderful excused himself and left the room, the height of disrespect. He may as well have just announced, “I’ve already read the shit and it’s not worth the time it takes to sit here and listen to it.” She was furious, but it seemed no one else even cared. All they were interested in was the latest Jason story.

“You didn’t see it?” Sherry exclaimed to Paula in a clandestined whisper, “The man is huuuuge.”

Paula furrowed her brow and noted dryly, “No, I didn’t see it…. not that I would have wanted to anyway since I’m at work and I realize that work is not a single’s bar,” she snapped at Sherry who was usually pretty level-headed about things. Paula saw how he was just twisting everyone around his little finger and it was really pissing her off. Oh sure, he always came off nice and polite, but she knew he was a climber, a new predator in her already staked-off territory. He told them they could call him, "Jay" or "Jayce." She just called him "the competition."

Paula would have loved to just dismiss him out of hand, but as the weeks turned into months she found he was fast becoming the higher-ups’ "fair-haired boy." She knew there were only so many positions to aspire to and that Jason was one more crab in the pot reaching up toward, what she had determined to be her corner of the sky. Viewing her options, she decided to turn a disadvantage into an advantage and sought to show herself to the higher-ups as a team player. She offered to show Jason the ropes for middle management. It seemed so clever at the time. They walked the floors discussing plan implementations, the locations of resources and communications systems. They had been there for a little over a half an hour when they heard what could only be described as a loud zap; Then the darkness descended upon them. They had been on their way to the elevator and luckily hadn’t arrived, otherwise they would have been trapped there for a very long time. Realizing that they could be stuck in the building until daybreak, they decided to try their luck taking the stairway to the lower parking levels hoping to exit from there.

"Here," Jason called out as he shifted the beam of light.

"What?" Paula sighed wearily.

"It’s the janitor’s closet," he replied, "We should be able to find the circuit panel there."

Paula was uneasy with the idea. She had only been to the janitor’s "closet" once and she felt that she was intruding when she did, but she did admit to having seen some sort of service panel there and since it was on the way to the stairwell, it made sense to at least try.

-o)0(o-

"Wow, this is some closet," Jason remarked as they entered the Janitor’s private area. The auxiliary generator was humming away and the area was well lit. To call it a closet was a misnomer. It was actually where the janitor stayed when he had to work in the building over the weekend. It was basically a large utility closet connected to a small efficiency apartment.

"Here it is!" Jason announced triumphantly pointing at the service panel.

"Can’t you see it’s locked?" Paula noted flatly.

"There must be a key," Jason said desperately looking around the small rooms.

"I’m sure there is," Paula said dropping down onto the pullout couch and pulling off her shoes, "And I’m sure the janitor has it. It’s already too late, anyway. Even if I left right now, I’d never make it back home in time to get ready for my date," she sighed, "besides, check out the floor plan on the wall. There’s no exit from here to the parking levels, anyhow."

Jason stopped his frantic search for the key and scrutinized the floor plan. After several minutes, he dropped his hands to his sides. "We’re not getting out of here, tonight are we?"

Paula shook her head to the negative.

"Damn!" Jason stomped his foot, "I had plans tonight!"

"Didn’t we all?" Paula replied rubbing her injured foot.

"It’s not the same for me," Jason said turning off his now useless flashlight, "I’m new here. This was the first date I’ve had in months."

"I weep for you," Paula said sarcastically, "If I hadn’t stayed to help you, I’d be getting ready for my date right now."

"Sorry," Jason said sincerely as he moved toward the couch, "I know how hard it must be for you to find… you know… someone."

Now Paula was really pissed. Sure it was a rough market for black women over thirty, and maybe she wasn’t Tyra Banks or Naomi Campbell but she certainly held her own in a crowd. Sure things looked bleak out there for a sistah, but she’d be damned if she accepted sympathy from a white boy.

"Why should it be any harder for me?" she demanded.

"Well…" he replied a little sheepish, "I know… Bob told me."

"Bob told you what?" Paula asked becoming really perturbed.

"That you’re… you know… a lesbian…. but I’m cool with it. Live and let live, I always say."

"A lesbian?!" Paula laughed, "He told you that?!"

"Yes… he did," Jason said looking a little off-put.

"God, it figures that ass would say some stupid crap like that," she shook her head with a knowing smile, "Some people obviously can’t take rejection."

“What?" Jason asked his face full of wonder, "You mean you don’t like a man who wears English Leather?"

Their eyes locked and a full five seconds passed before the two erupted in peals of laughter.

"What? You don’t like that sexy thirty pound beer belly that hangs over his belt?" Jason laughed.

"Or his breath, that smells like he’s been eating shit sandwiches?" She added.

Jason doubled over laughing uncontrollably, "Who needs a date? There’s your Prince Charming, right there!" he gasped.

"You’re gonna make me wet myself!" Paula cried wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes as she rose from the couch and limped toward the bathroom.

-o)0(o-

Once inside the bathroom after doing her business, Paula assessed herself in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. Her eyes were deep brown and her cocoa complexion was flawless. Her figure was round and firm in all the right places. She refused to dye the few premature gray hairs that sprung up in her shoulder length brown twists and she always wore a glossy, blood red lipstick accentuating what she thought was her best facial feature…a wide mouth set off by a pair of full sensuous lips. He’s not so bad, she thought feeling a familiar tingle and heat rising at the nexus between her thighs, then frowned at herself in the mirror, "Don’t even think about it."

"You all right in there?" Jason called from the next room.

"Just washing up," she said as she turned on the water, washed her hands, then splashed a few droplets of water on her face before quickly re-entering the room.

"I thought you fell in," he smiled drinking from a long-necked bottle of beer.

"Where’d you get that?! You didn’t take it out of his refrigerator did you?"

"Oh relax," he said popping the cap off a second beer and handing it to her. "I’ll replace them tomorrow when we get out of here," he said then sank down onto the small area rug. Paula returned to her spot on the couch and sipped at her beer while Jason retold some of the stories she overheard him telling in the office, but instead of sounding pretentious and overwrought she was surprised that the stories were actually interesting and charming, and he was interesting and charming.

She shifted on the couch uneasily, wincing from the pain in her foot.

"Does that still hurt?" he asked as he moved closer and lifted her foot.

"I think I just jammed it a little," she said feeling a little more relaxed thanks to the beer.

"Does this hurt?" he asked as he worked her ankle around slowly in a circle.

"No," she said.

"How about this?" he asked pressing his thumbs into the sole of her foot.

"Ah!" she moaned sharply.

"Hurts?"

"God, no," she moaned almost orgasmic, "What was that ?!" Jason smiled mischievously then continued kneading her foot slowly, massaging each toe and manipulating each muscle. "My ex-girlfriend was a ballet dancer," he said as he expertly attended to her foot. "I’ve had lots of practice."

Paula leaned back and closed her eyes so relaxed that she didn’t even notice when he switched feet, then worked his way up her leg to her calves and then her knees. When she opened her eyes, Jason was sitting beside her on the couch inching her skirt upward as he concentrated on massaging her thighs.

"Uhh, Jason…" Paula trailed off feeling his warm breath on her neck.

"Yeah?" he answered sliding his hand between her thighs making contact with the silky material covering her already wet and hungry lips.

"Don’t do that!" she said but opened her thighs wider.

"Don’t do what?" he asked breathlessly as he nibbled and licked her neck.

"I, I don’t out-date," she sighed squirming against his insistent fingers.

"Me either," he said slipping his finger past the soaked fabric and into her willing opening.

"Jesus!" she moaned pressing downward onto his exploring digit.

"That’s it," he moaned into her ear as he started to fuck her slowly with finger, "let daddy do the work."

"Wait... wait…" she murmured in time as they fell into a rhythm. Jason kept one hand gently coaxing her pussy while the other snaked around behind her to tease her nipple through her blouse. She groaned when he abruptly pulled his finger from inside her.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, her frustration rising.

He grabbed her hand and forcefully pressed it against the large, hard bulge at his crotch, "Here. Touch it baby. You know you want me introduce you to big daddy, don’t you?" He asked.

"Yes, I…but I can’t, really I can’t."

"Why not?" he moaned as she unconsciously stroked and squeezed the thick bulge, her mouth watering at the length and thickness of it.

"You know," she whispered, "I really only date black guys. I know it sounds bigoted but that’s the way I was raised."

"So what? You’re saying I’m not black enough for you?" Jason queried pulling back to stare deep into her brown eyes.

"That’s not funny," she snarled, "being black is not a set of stereotypes and slang terms you can throw out whenever you want to impress your co-workers with your street-savvy. Black people are constantly under siege in this society and people like you just use us to further your own ambition."

"What do you mean, ‘people like you’?" Jason frowned.

"You know…" she smirked, "Vanilla Ice, Eminem, The Beastie Boys… you people."

Jason pulled back, mortified, "That’s what you think?! You think I’m white?!"

Paula was dumbstruck. She looked around the room for any distraction that could pull her out of the embarrassing situation she found herself in. Jason sat glaring at her with his arms folded.

"Uh… well… aren’t you?" she asked.

-o)0(o-

Jason vaulted from the couch in a rage shouting as he rummaged through his wallet, "What the hell is wrong with you people, here?!"

H stopped his search, obviously finding what he was looking for. He tossed his voter registration card on the couch. She lifted up the Florida card bearing the name "Jason Michael Sandberg, Jr." The race was noted as "B" – black.

"Well, you never said you were black," she replied timidly holding the card out toward him.

"Well, neither did you!" he snapped then snatched the card from her and shoved it back in his wallet.

"I guess I just don’t know many black people who look like you," she said.

"Well, everyone in my family looks like me; and I don’t appreciate you inferring that I’m bigoted. I’m not trying to change the world. I just know what I like. I mean what did you think this was?" He asked pointing to his golden skin, "a suntan?"

Paula grimaced, feeling more embarrassed than she had ever felt in her life, as he sat down hard on the opposite end of the couch.

"I’m really sorr--"

"--Save it! I don’t wanna hear it," he muttered then stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

-o)0(o-

Jason entered the bathroom angrier with himself than he was at Paula. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but for some reason this time it really irked him. He wanted to hit something, but he knew the thing he really wanted to hit was Paula’s pussy. He was so rock hard he could have easily cracked the ceramic sink top with his throbbing erection. Damn why did she have to be so fuckin’ sexy? He liked Paula…a lot. He tried to ignore the itch he got when she was around and was pretty successful…except during the last staff meeting. He sat behind her, as usual when they gave the department reports. He really didn’t pay too much attention to the department reports anyway and used the time in the meetings to flirt with the women in the other office divisions. When Paula rose to deliver their report, that close-fitting skirt she was wearing rode up in the back exposing the bottom half of her ass. Even though she immediately tugged the hem back down, the damage was done. He was an avowed ass man. He almost lost it right then and had to excuse himself from the meeting. He couldn’t look at her again the rest of the day.

Paula was a beautiful woman, but she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Jason was no stranger to beautiful women. Everywhere he went, women fell over him even before he opened his mouth, before they knew whether he was a jerk or not, but not Paula. She remained cool, reserved. He even liked her little veiled attempts to derail his upward movement in the corporation. It was bitchy, but it was also clear that she viewed him as a worthy adversary, an equal. She wasn’t looking to impress him or to get him into bed. Paula wasn’t just beautiful, she was smart, and sexy. She was a total woman, and that was something he could get into… figuratively and literally. Of course he was a little disappointed when Bob informed him that Paula preferred the hole to the pole, but shit happens. He continued to enjoy working with her and being in her presence, even if there was no way she could be interested in him “that way.”

He knew he should have paid more attention to the “out-dating” comment, but the truth was he was so hard he didn’t register half of what she was saying. Once he knew she was game, all he wanted was to plow the valley between those firm brown thighs. Damn. His dick was going to get him in trouble…again. It seemed everywhere he went there was some sistah he couldn’t get enough of, whether she was attached to someone else or not. His family encouraged his most recent move after an irate husband discovered Jason going down on his wife in the backseat of her SUV. The man was pretty well connected and powerful in the business community and threatened to make trouble for his family’s business. So, rather than have the business suffer for his indiscretion, he moved. That was six months ago and he hadn’t been with a woman since. He had expected to end his dry spell that very night with a waitress he had met at a club the week before. They had planned to meet at the same club at the end of her shift, then to maybe have a few drinks and if things worked out, and they always did for him, they’d head back to his place. That was the plan, well at least it was before the power went out and put him up close and personal with the most tantalizing pussy he had come up against in years.

He turned on the sink full force and prepared to splash water on his face, but he hesitated right before he did and raised his fingers slowly to his lips and tasted the residue of his recent finger play with Paula. She tasted good, damned good. He closed his eyes and breathed in. The smell alone was intoxicating and kept his enlarged cock on full alert. He really wished that he could have made his date that night. He needed some release, and the thought of having to sit in that small room with Paula all night long, smelling her pussy was excruciating.

He shook off his disconcert and strengthened his resolve. As much as he wanted Paula, he wasn’t going to just let that Eminem insult go. She was fine, but he wasn’t going to be that easy. She was going to have to do a lot to make up for that. He thought about staying in the bathroom all night but knew it was juvenile. He was going to face Paula all right. He was going to get out of there, get back to work, take that promotion she thought her name was already engraved on and show her just how the game was played. He took a deep breath and opened the door that led back into the small living area. Yeah, he’d show her all right.

-o)0(o-

Paula and Jason sat in silence for over an hour. He was focusing on the television pretending she wasn’t there. She would have loved to be able to ignore him too but he had started her down a road of no return. Even when she thought he was a white guy she was nearly prepared to break her rule to get a piece of that thick monster dick. She took a sip of her beer, which was almost flat, then slid toward him. He glanced in her direction, then hurriedly crossed his legs, but it was too late, she had already seen the king-sized bulge. He was still as hard as blue flint steel and Paula had decided she would not take no for an answer. She was going to get acquainted with Big Daddy no matter what it took.

She slid even closer toward him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse revealing round chocolaty breasts that spilled over the scanty bra she wore.

"I’m really, really sorry," Paula cooed, "It was a stupid mistake to make…and just when we were starting to be friends," she said breathing softly into his ear.

Jason shifted against the arm of the couch trying to cover the lurching bulge.

"I mean, everyone makes mistakes, right?" She asked as she pressed her hard nipples against his bicep and tickled the nape of his neck with her fingertips.

"Cut it out, Paula" he swallowed hard, his voice rasping and thick as he fought against his compulsion to touch her, to run his tongue over those brown heaving breasts. She batted her eyelashes and ignored his griping while continuing her slow seduction.

"But, we can be friends, right?" Paula whispered stroking his thigh then trailing her fingers upward to grip his cock through his pants. "Don’t be mad, Jay" she pouted coquettishly, "I’ll do anything to make it up to you…anything."

"Damn Paula," he hissed through his teeth as she began to tenderly stroke him while sucking his neck. He tried to push her hand away but she just gripped him tighter and all he could do was arch his back, pressing himself in to her massaging hand, and moan her name.

"Let me taste you, Daddy," she begged sweetly while unfastening his belt and pulling on his zipper.

In an instant, Jason’s resolve evaporated. He didn’t care about insults, promotions or whether his date was waiting at their rendezvous point calling him everything but a child of God. He finally had Paula right where she wanted him and he was intent on letting her do him in every way she could imagine.

"Yeah, yeah baby," he moaned pulling her face to his and kissing her lips, "from the first time I saw you I wondered what these lips would taste like, what they would feel like."

"Let me show you," she said gently nibbling his lower lip and sucking teasingly on his tongue.

Jason peeled his polo shirt off over his head and slipped out of his pants as Paula knelt in front of him. His golden body was perfect, sinewy and strong, with solid muscular thighs. Her mouth watered as the thick, meaty caramel-colored tube bobbed in front of her face. "God, it’s beautiful!" She gushed brushing her lips against the hefty tool. He guided her between his open knees as he sat down on the edge of the couch.

"Take it all, baby," he moaned as she sucked slowly on his rod alternately tonguing the head and shaft then taking it down her throat. He grabbed at her hair and stroked her face as she intensified her movements. It only took a few moments before she savored the taste of his precum signaling his coming orgasm.

"Hold up, wait," he said pulling his jerking tool from her mouth and pulling her up onto his lap. "Give me that pussy," he growled as he spread her thighs and pulled her wet opening down onto his thick cock. It took all his will not to explode inside her on the first stroke.

"Shit baby," he cried, "it’s been too damned long!"

He took a few moments to catch his breath while unfastening the remainder of the buttons on her blouse.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he slipped the cups of her bra down just low enough that her nipples peeked out over the satiny fabric. He pulled her forward so that her right nipple, kissed his lips then he opened wide and sucked as much of her tit as he could into his mouth.

“Jason… baby… please… ” She moaned grabbing at his hair and shoulders as he tongued and nibbled one nipple while he pinched and teased the other. She was at his mercy, a slave to the delicious sensations coursing through her as Jason tortured her nipples while working her up and down his pole. She tried to focus on not coming too soon, but it was too late, she was already at the point of explosion.

"Oh God, I’m gonna cum," she moaned.

"Not yet!" he said, as he pushed her onto the couch on her back. "Don’t cum yet," he ordered positioning himself between her thighs. He plowed into her then lowered himself so that they were face-to-face.

"Now baby, who’s your big black, daddy?" he smiled wickedly as he pulled out all but the head of his cock from her hungry opening and prepared to re-enter her.

"Oh, you are Jason," she giggled until he slammed back into her with such force that she yelped.

"Now, bitch," he sneered, balling a fistful of her thick twists in his hand and began to stroke her deep, "who’s your fuckin’ daddy?"

As waves of pleasure took her over and carried her under she whimpered and moaned, "You, Jason… only you."

"Damn right," he grinned satisfied as he continued to stroke her solidly and rhythmically, while randomly nibbling and kissing, licking and sucking her earlobes, lips and neck.

"Tell me whose pussy this is," he whispered urgently in her ear as he pumped her faster.

"You know it’s yours daddy, only yours," she purred as she lifted up and rotated her hips around his penetrating cock.

He fucked harder, each word punctuated by a sharp stroke, each one touching every part of her hungry love canal, “And who’s the only man you’re ever gonna cum for?”

“Oh, God, please…just you, Jason…just you,” she moaned knowing that she would do or say anything he wanted as long as he continued to feed her pussy with his thick, luscious meat. Despite their differences on other issues, Paula knew Jason was right about one thing. It definitely had been too damned long.

"Here I come, here I come, baby" he growled slamming into her, coming hard, deep inside her, but Paula didn’t hear him. The roar of blood pounding in her ears from her own orgasm obscured everything else. She gripped Jason so tightly that the half moons of her nails, made little wave imprints along his shoulders. He laughed as her body heaved underneath him enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Are you okay?" He asked half smirking as he watched her moving underneath him with her eyes closed, slowly rocking from side to side, moaning softly.

"Mmmm, yes," she sighed breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open.

"Keep that shit up," he winked running his hand down her side to rest on her hip. "You’re gonna get me hard again," he said kissing her forehead, " but now I’m hungry."

"Hungry?" she asked incredulous.

"Hell yes. I’ve got to keep up my strength for what comes next."

"And what exactly comes next?" She asked.

"Ask me after we eat," he flashed a devious smiled then slowly pulled his softening erection out of her, and recovered his pants.

Paula sat up resting on her elbow and watched Jason attack the kitchen. She thought of her fastidious blind date and her missed reunion. All those months of workouts and dieting gone to waste she thought, but then again she mused watching Jason putter around in the kitchen, some treats are simply unexpected. She considered how strange the day had been and how interestingly things had turned out, then quickly pulled on her skirt and blouse and joined Jason in the kitchen.

Penelope Flynn  copyright 2006