It's the simple things that gets this black girl

I was applying for an assistant position for an accountant in a newly opened furniture store that intended to cater to the hip and elite. I believe that wearing all black to an interview gives you room to play and it seems to complement my Hershey chocolate complexion. So I chose to wear my black form fitting slacks that hugged my thick thighs and tight little ass along with my favorite shear black blouse with a matching camisole trimmed in lace. This was my favorite top because the fact that I have small breast made the top appear trendy instead of trashy, but my thick nipples jutting from the thin material gives my twenty-three year old petite frame a little bit of sex appeal. I realized I made the right decision when I noticed the scantily dressed sales girls running around. They weren’t “Playboy” material but damn good candidates for “Hustler”. As I walked around I noticed that besides the warehouse workers that consisted of African-american and Mexican men there was not one black woman in sight. I became intrigued by this situation as the sales girls evaluated while warehouse workers ogled me as I seductively walked to the Customer’s Service desk. After inquiring about Matthew Budding, the store accountant and partial owner, a tall leggy blonde informed me to have a seat and she would page Mr. Budding. 

As I patiently waited, I saw this white guy no older than twenty-five heading towards me in a well tailored suit with hip spiked blonde (obviously died) hair. I instantly became attracted as he displayed a sexy smile while his green bedroom eyes stayed focused with mine as he cockily walked towards me. His 5’5” small but toned frame wasn’t what you’d call “Hollywood” attractive, but the confidence he exuded was alluring. As he approached me he did something out of the ordinary. He shook my hand and said, “I guess it’s true what they say…Black is Beautiful.” I thought it was a great line because it was up in the air to rather he was talking about the outfit or my complexion. After introductions he explained to me what the job entailed and asked, “So…Do we have you on our team.” If he only knew, he had my mind, body, and soul at THE INTRODUCTION.

The Sexiest Thing 

Within a month, Matt and I created this work environment that was fun yet productive. Sharing a small office space with your boss could be nerve wrecking, but his laid back attitude toward everything made the situation pleasant. The owner of the store was Matt’s twenty-three year old best friend whose parents purchased the place for the two of them to run; therefore, they were cool as hell and lenient as long as you handled your business. I always had a good work ethic, so when he constantly complimented and praised me on my performance it just sort of rolled off my back. I think this was his way of flattering me without stepping outside the “Sexual Harassment” protocol. The fact they were just starting out there was not a lot of work, so I was usually finished by lunch time. Matt concerned that I wasn’t getting enough hours told me I could do little menial jobs on the floor such as arranging knickknacks, fluffing pillows, or anything I can come up with. I figured what the heck; considering, the sales girls had to also rearrange furniture to set up the show rooms.

When I started working on the floor, my attire started to get a little more casual. I always dressed sexy but in casual wear it can be on the border line of provocative. The warehouse guys always approached me in a tactful but inappropriate sexual manner, but now Matt’s demeanor went from looking at me as an attractive African-american girl to a hot black chic. First, he started buying me lunches which I thought was considerate. It quickly escalated to throwing money my way to driving his 2002 Mercedes whenever I needed to run little errands during office hours. I can’t quite remember when the sexual innuendoes and remarks started, but I do recall how wet I got when he’d secretly whispered them in my ear. I was just an Office Assistant, but he always treated me with such respect. Unlike his friend, he would introduce me to all his business clients and friends that came through the store and unnecessarily tell them how good of an employee I was. All the extra money or dirty talk couldn’t compare to how that made my body quiver with desire. 

Lately I noticed how Matt would make sure he knew where I was at all times and how he would get jealous of the warehouse workers stopping by the office trying to run their game on me. It was this one guy in particular he wasn’t too fond of. The guy was this attractive robust black man that used to stop by the office and give me little trinkets like key chains and teddy bears. It became obvious to everyone in the warehouse that Matt had a thing for me when he started giving the guy extra work but fewer hours. Everyone believed that as an African American I should have been outraged, but secretly I thought it was THE SEXIEST THING any man had ever done for me.