Helen was a bitch.
Total bitch. But, when Erik turned up at the office, her head turned. She'd decided that she wanted him for herself. But he wasn't interested and that gave her the shits. Sure, he talked to her, because Erik loved nothing more than a chat. He'd chat with anyone, pretty much. And when he was talking with her, he noticed what she was up to--the way she leaned back in her chair and pushed out her tits, the way that one had appeared to be under her desk. The way it seemed to be moving. She was rubbing herself while she was talking to him. She was trying to be discrete but also trying to draw his attention to it at the same time. And he noticed. Like he noticed the tit pushing, he noticed the pussy rubbing. But Erik wasn't interested in Helen. Helen was neither his type, nor was she nice. He was just not interested in her. In fact, when she asked, he told her he was married but he felt she didn't buy it. Or didn't want to buy it.
"What's up with that shit-eating grin on your face?"
"Good afternoon to you, too, Helen."
"You look like the cat that got the cream," she said. "Maybe my cat can get some cream, too. Got any spare."
Erik gave her a shit-eating grin, on purpose. "Nope," he said. "Used it all up. Gave it to another cat. It was a Devon Rex. You know those ones? They've got no hair."
Helen smiled. If Erik thought he'd beaten her, he was wrong.
"I've got one of those, too," she said. "When it gets hungry, you either pat it or give it some meat. Then it purrs."
Helen pushed her chest out further, twirled her long red hair. Erik studied her face. She was plain, not quite a Jane, but nothing about her stood out. Except for her tits. And they were big because she was. She was short and round.
If she lost a few pounds, maybe forty, he'd...think about it. She could be a reasonable pocket-rocket but even then, he'd still say no. Because Helen was a bitch.
Still, she invited Erik to her birthday drinks. "Bring your wife," she'd said and he'd told her she couldn't make it and she gave him a look like she knew he was bullshitting about being married. It was a few blocks from the office, at a bar that he didn't much care for. But he went because the others went and he liked the others.
There was Bryan, who had the hots for the Brazilian girl with the ass of such crushing quality that as soon as you got to see it unclothed, you'd probably die. It was literally to die-for. Yeah, she was something. And Bryan had no fucking chance. There was Linda, and there was Phil, who was the wittiest guy he'd ever met, there was Donna who knew everything about everything but not in a know-it-all-way, and there was the new girl who only just arrived a few days before and he hadn't had a chance to really talk to her yet. Kassie.
And he was sitting on a bar stool at a table in the late summer afternoon with a cold beer talking to her like they'd known each other forever and Helen's eyes were on them both and her jealousy was through the roof. So he looked at her and raised his glass and said, "Happy Birthday, Helen. I always wanted to say that. Cheers."
Only Bryan got the reference and everyone chorused happy birthday and Helen had no choice but to smile. It looked forced though.
Erik waited for her to push her tits out but she didn't.
She just got really drunk as fast as she could and then she went home.
The sun was still in the sky and the evening was warm. Erik was nicely buzzed but not too much. Kassie stopped at a shop window, looked at the display. Clothes. A red sundress that would complement Kassie's black skin nicely. And show off her figure. She turned to look at him and even if he wanted to look away, which he didn't, there was no way he could. Kassie had something.
"Do you like Helen?" She asked.
"Nope."
"Me either. Why don't you like her?"
"Cos she's a snarky bitch. Thinks she's the office queen," Erik said.
"I get the feeling she doesn't like me cos I'm black. I mean, I only just started but I get the feeling, you know?"
That was another thing Erik could add to the list of reasons he liked Kassie and reasons he didn't like Helen. And there was her Nigerian accent. To him, it was pure brain-melting music.
"Maybe she just wishes she was black," Erik said. And Kassie was black. Very black. He'd never seen someone so ebony. Like a piano key.
Kassie laughed and the way her mouth was when she laughed made him want to kiss her.
"I don't live too far from here," he said. "If you fancy hanging out a while. Play some records, have a drink."
Cassie's phone beeped and she pulled it from her jeans. Unlike Helen, she had a womanly body. She wasn't toe shaped and bitter, she was happy-go-lucky and gorgeous. Her eyes were deep and they danced in the late afternoon sun. That's how he saw it.
"Sounds great but can I take a raincheck on that? I gotta get home. That's my little brother. You know how little brothers are."
"Not really," Erik said.
Kassie laughed. "Well, they're little shits. See you tomorrow?"
He nodded and she flagged a cab and Erik went home and thought about Kassie as he jerked off.
Erik's office was around a corner and down a hall, away from the main office where Helen and Kassie and most of the others sat. Kassie would pop in and ask him if he wanted to go downstairs for a smoke break, or grab a quick coffee.
They'd sit downstairs outside the office and puff away, talking, or drain a quick espresso from the cart outside the building. She was so easy to talk to. And they'd talk about music, and parties they'd been to and movies and office gossip and the fifteen minutes they'd given themselves would fly by, turn into twenty. Lunches would go over time, every time.
Kassie asked Erik if he had a girlfriend. "Nope," he said. "You?"
"A girlfriend? What, you think I'm a lesbian?"
"I didn't--"
Then he realised the joke and they collapsed with laugher.
"Who would you go for if you were a lesbian? From the office, I mean?"
Kassie thought about it. "Gotta be the Brazilian chick with the ass. What's her name?"
"Don't know," Erik said. "I just call her Ass. Not to her face, though."
"I bet you'd like her ass in your face though," Kassie said and dragged on her cigarette.
"It wouldn't squash you like Helen's would," he said. He made a joke about it because he wasn't quite ready to admit that he wanted Kassie's ass on his face. She hadn't cashed that raincheck yet, so...
"Oh my God she's a pog," Kassie said.
"A pog?"
"Yeah. Like, a cross between a pig and a dog. A pog."
Erik laughed. "That's a good one. Okay, so Helen's new name is Pog."
Just then Pog walked past, flung a look at them.
"Holy shit," said Kassie. "No way, did you see that?"
"How could you miss it. It's like there was a solar eclipse. That's no office queen, that's a small planet."
Kassie laughed. "That's mean," she said.
They watched Helen walk up the street. And they watched as she turned to look back.
Erik looked up from his computer. Kassie was in the doorway. She was wearing a white t-shirt that showed all of what she had upstairs. Her tits were perky, just about the right size. He didn't mind them on the smaller size, nor did he mind them on the medium size. Maybe anything other than a handful was indeed a waste and he wouldn't waste any time handling Kassie's rack, that was for sure. And there was something about the white that turned him on. White on black, her nipples were visible under the shirt and he knew they were something else. She was wearing perfume and it smelled like rice pudding and he loved the smell of rice pudding. His stomach almost dropped when he looked at her as a package.
And she was smiling, but not in the normal way that she smiled when she saw him. It was a different way. And her eyes were different, too. They glinted with the promise that she was up to something. And she seemed darker today than she normally did and he liked that too. He liked everything about Kassie. Everything.
"Sup, Kass?"
"You heard the rumor?"
"The rumor that I'm supposed to be working but...I'm not." Erik closed the laptop.
"The rumor that you're married and me and you are having an affair."
Erik nodded. "Yeah, we are."
"So, you heard?"
"Yeah."
"When? And who told you?"
"You. Just now."
"Fuck you." She said it with the smile still on her face.
"Okay. When?"
Kassie kept smiling.
"Huh. It's Pog, isn't it," Erik said. "She spread the rumor."
Kassie nodded again.
"Are you really married? Why didn't you tell me?"
Her musical voice was off-key with disappointment.
"Because I'm not. I did tell Helen I was married, but just to keep her away from me."
"Didn't work," Kassie said. "She likes you. And she hates me. She hates me cos I'm black."
"She hates you cos you hang out with me all the time. Look, she made it super obvious from the first day I got here that she's got the hots for me. You know she frigs herself off under her desk?"
Kassie made a finger gag mime. "Gross, dude."
"You're telling me. She did it while I was talking to her. I tell you, Kass, I'm not interested. And I'm totally not married."
Kass shifted out of the doorway, came in to the office, stood by Erik's desk. He leaned back and looked up at her. She was so beautiful. He had to have a chance with her. Jerking off wasn't nearly enough.
"Now, I'll stick my chest out, like she does."
"Are you gonna touch yourself as well?"
"Yep. Wanna see?"
Kassie licked her lips. Kissable lips. "I do."
