***Everyone in this story is 18+ years old***
Note: This is chapter 3, for details leading up to this please read previous chapters. Also I added "Bonus content" at the end of this chapter. I have written most of what I've been posting as an experimental story. So there are some erotic and non-erotic pieces. Since this chapter for me felt short, I wanted to include some more storyline so we can get a glimpse into Aria's professional life. Please let me know if it's too much, boring, or not developed enough!
Thank you, enjoy, all feedback is welcome!
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I sat in my lecture Wednesday evening, furiously taking notes. After starting my job as an automation developer, my parents were shocked when I told them I'd be going for a master's in business. I had acquired my bachelor's and was working at a few different places after high school. But the pay was always shit for the work. I had to admit my pay now was comfortable, especially for just me, and one of the only reasons I wasn't jumping ship.
But Lucas's insistence that I was too fucking immature and irresponsible irked me. I knew that fucker would hold me back. And it was stupid because I could be a great fucking business woman, I just choose not to. It's exhausting doing everyone's work while pretending to be some well-mannered, suit wearing cunt.
"Do not forget the exam is next week!" he called out and I sighed, pulling my phone up to log it into my calendar. I knew I would forget. Future me would appreciate this damn gesture. I started packing up when my phone rang. An unknown number? Hmm.
"Hello?" I answered it.
"Hello, is this Aria?" a man's voice. It sounded familiar....
"Speaking," I muttered, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I went to leave the lecture hall. "Who's this?" I demanded hastily and he chuckled.
"Howard, you wrote your phone number on my hand when we met last week," he laughed and I smirked.
"To what do I owe the pleasure Howard?" I mused, licking my lip with excitement as I walked out toward the parking garage.
"Are you busy tonight?" so forward. I snickered and threw my backpack into the back seat, sitting down to turn my car on.
"Something tells me this isn't work related Howard," I teased and he laughed. "What if I'm not busy tonight? What would you propose?" I pulled out of the parking lot, putting him on speaker as I set the phone in its little holder by the wheel.
"Maybe a drink?" he sighed.
"Is the stanch businessman curious?" I purred, waiting to pull out onto the road. Would I need a toy or two? How far would this go? No. It was a work night. I didn't want to be out late. "I could settle for a few drinks, but it means nothing. I'm not joining you at your fucking house, or apartment, or a motel," I breathed and he laughed.
"Of course not, just drinks," he insisted and I smirked.
"Send me the address, I'm just leaving class now," I breathed, hanging up. I pulled up to a red light when I got a text. I hurried to put it into my GPS, changing course to the bar. I parked nearby and walked, chewing a new piece of gum as I did. I saw him standing out front, glancing at his watch and looking around eagerly. His back was to me as he started to pace. I walked up behind him and grabbed his wrist. He gasped, turning to look back at me. "Gotcha!" I laughed and he chuckled.
"Come on," he grabbed the door and held it for me. I saluted him playfully, meandering in and taking a seat at the bar. He plopped down next to me and smiled. "How was your class?" he breathed as the bartender came over.
"Fucking boring! I'll take the seasonal pour on tap," I pointed to the tap and he smiled, nodding.
"Make that two, tall!" Howard gestured with his hand, leaning on his elbow as he smiled at me.
"Did you come from the office?" I demanded, pinching the lapel of his blazer. He laughed and nodded. "Damn monkey suits make my skin crawl," I grumbled as a glass was plunked down in front of me. I grabbed it and took a nice long chug, sighing happily after I swallowed.
"You definitely do not seem to be the business type," he chuckled, sipping his beer. "What degree are you going for?" he muttered and I smiled coyly.
"A master's in business management," I breathed and he nearly spit his drink out with laughter. "Oh fuck off. You don't even know me suit. I'm only 24, I have plenty of damn time to learn how to act the fucking part," I grumbled and he smirked.
"Would be a shame," he breathed, running his finger along the rim of his glass. "I like your spunk," he muttered before grabbing his glass and sipping it. "I found it refreshing, seeing someone so good at their job and so ignorant to normal business etiquette," he chuckled and I snickered.
"Ignorant? Please, you act like it's not a choice. That I'm not aware how fucking inappropriate it is. You think my boss doesn't want to fire me at least five times a day?" I laughed and he smiled. "It's just horse shit. I shouldn't have to smile and suck your fucking dick for you to respect my work and what I'm capable of. Makes no damn sense," I grabbed my glass and chugged it some more, sighing as I set it down.
"So tell me Aria, what do you want?" he breathed an I glanced at him curiously. "I heard you were looking for a new job," he started and I gasped.
"How the hell did you hear that?" I demanded and he laughed.
"People in my circles talk. I work in client relations and corporate procurement. We keep our eye on up and coming talent," he admired me and I smiled cynically.
"Up and coming talent, eh? Pfft, up and coming my fucking ass. This cunt's established talent," I threw my thumb toward my chest and he laughed happily. "What I want is for my boss to not be a fucking prick. He uses me. I make up half of his damn team. People say it's my own fucking fault for getting the work done. But how can I not? It's just part of my nature. Why am I to blame when he abuses it?!" I demanded and Howard smiled.
"Well, it's in my best interest to help you stay where you're at," he laughed then and I smirked. "Simply because you are our best service provider. Every automation project is shot down the pipeline to you," he gestured to me and I snickered. "So what would it take to make you stay?"
"Your company has no interest in building its own dev team?" I challenged and he shrugged. "Damn shame, it'd probably be cheaper than outsourcing the fucking labor. And I bet I don't even get compensated near enough based on what you pay for the damn contracts," I mused and he laughed.
"And could you imagine your company is always one of the lowest bidders usually?" he breathed. I snickered, shaking my head. "But enough about work, I didn't really want to talk too much about it," he admitted and I smiled.