Baby Fever
The fragrance of dark coffee filled the bedroom of Zuri. The woman in her mid-20s had a giant bed to herself and rolled in it from left to right. The pleasant smell slowly woke her up, opening her eyes in the dim room with only a few beams of the morning sun filling the room. She stretched and one of them hit her arm, she enjoyed the reflection of the sun on her dark, smooth skin it fascinated her for a moment but quickly snapped out of it. On her nightstand, the tall glass of water was exactly what she needed, Zuri sat on the edge of the bed and started drinking, it was still chilled, fresh from the fridge. Feeling more awake she stood up and walked to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she found Kim, her servant, a mid-twenties sissified boy wearing a maid's outfit and fiddling with the thermostat. "Good morning Mistress. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh wonderful, sugar. I'm gonna wash my hair today, it's that time of the month again."
"Oh, of course, I'll prepare everything. But that means you're going to shower first, right?"
"You got it"
"Wonderful, Mistress, I'll prepare breakfast accordingly."
"Also, bring the violet dress out and the matching stilettos. And I'll wear lingerie underneath, the white ones."
"Very well, do you need help, here?"
"Nah, I'll do the rest myself, you go and do your things."
"Yes, Mistress, you'll find everything waiting."
Kim had gotten into a lot of gambling debt and didn't have a way out so he applied for patronage and Zuri became his patron. She paid all his debts and now he had to work it off, while Zuri had total control over him and his finances until he is 'financially sound.' Zuri thought, he looked cute in that outfit and didn't have any thoughts of ending the arrangement until he got older and was no longer as pleasing to the eye, maybe, until then she had made it clear, that she will treat him nicely, as long as he did what he was told, and he does, most of the time, Zuri undressed for her bath.
Zuri was a single career woman. She hadn't much interest in kids, but she found a nice side job helping people who do and for that, she would need to look perfect today, stepping into the shower, and turning on the water, it was the perfect temperature. Her dreadlocks were finally getting wet again as she enjoyed the rivers running down her skin, tickling the nipples of her medium size breasts down over her flat belly to her wide hips that signaled fertility and Zuri used that to her advantage.
She thought about the plan for the night and about the man she had eyes on for it. A muscular colleague is a bit taller and a bit darker than her. They hadn't had much contact, but he was always a bit flirty when they did, surely she can sway him for a night. Realizing that her fingers were already between her legs, she turned the water a bit cooler, 'Calm down, honey, save it for later.'
She put on multiple kinds of soap for the different parts of her body and rinsed. When she stepped out of the shower, a bathrobe and multiple towels were ready. With a smile, she dried herself, wrapped her hair in a towel, and put on the bathrobe. From the bathroom, she could walk directly into her kitchen at the table Kim had prepared pancakes, some fruit, orange juice, and her tablet. When she came through the door Kim started pouring coffee.
"Pancakes?"
"I only used a bit of sugar. I'm sure you can take it. And you deserve a sweet morning like this."
"Oh, you are a charmer, okay fine, I could use some pancakes."
Zuri sat down in front of the table and looked out of the window front over her pool. It was a sunny day, and a light breeze waved the palm trees. She started eating and took a sip of the freshly pressed orange juice. On her tablet, she opened a news site. Kim came with her coffee, "Are the stocks looking good, Mistress"
"Wonderful, sugar, J&J lost, but they did some stupid decisions over the last weeks, I already diversified from them so we are up like 5 points at the start of the market day."
"Sounds good, Mistress, you are always a step ahead"
"Oh stop it! Prepare my hair care products and then go, eat your breakfast." After breakfast, her hair was no longer wet but also not too dry, so Kim massaged various products into her locks and re-did some of them. Then Kim braided a few strains, so it looked like Zuri was wearing a kind of diadem. Left and right of her face, he left two of them hanging down straight.
"You could start as a hairdresser, it looks professional, what you are doing with them."
"Thank you, Mistress it is an honor to train my skills with your hair, I'm happy you like it."
Zuri was dressed in lingerie and a violet dress that had a little skirt at the bottom, Kim was waiting for her car as she got into the back of her car, it was gonna be a long day.
Chloe put two coffees on the counter of the reception, "Here you go, Maja." The redhead looked at her watch, '9:47' Soon, the shifts for the black workers will begin. Chloe and her blonde-haired, blue-eyed coworker were here since 6 am, checking in other workers, accepting deliveries, and preparing the lobby.
"Boss has a meeting at 10 am," read Maja aloud from the computer screen.
"So early?"
"Yeah, must be important." Chloe grinned and raised a fist in front of her. Maja knew what was up. Chloe threw a rock, and Maja chose scissors.
"Ah, good old rock. Never fails me."
"Oh, I wish you an old white lady who wants to chat about her..."
Chloe cut her off, "Looks like I'm lucky again" Through the front door came a black man with short, curly, black hair with some white in it. He wore a gown with a pattern in different shades of brown and moved towards the reception.
"Hi, my name is Babou Ceesay, I have an appointment with Mrs. Washington"
"Welcome, Mr. Ceesay, I hope you enjoyed your travel. Let me bring you to the right office."
She walked around reception in front of Mr. Ceesay and threw a short wink back to Maja. Her coworker returned a jealous glare but was distracted shortly after by the first black employee who wanted to clock in.
Chloe swung her hips as well as possible in her tight dress on the way to the elevator. It underlined her curves quite well and she wanted Mr. Ceesay to enjoy the view. In the elevator, she pressed the topmost button and turned to Mr. Ceesay. The dress seemed to have the desired effect, as Mr. Ceesay looked a bit flustered. Chloe pulled her dress a bit down, so it sat perfectly again, exposing slightly more cleavage. The "Queen of Spades" necklace seemed to grab Mr. Ceesay's attention but shortly after stealing a view of her boobs, he shied away, trying to look somewhere else in the mirrored elevator.
Chloe tried to fill the silence.
"So, Mr. Ceesay, since you are so perfectly on point, there might be a short delay until Mrs. Washington arrives at her office."
"Oh, that is no problem, I'll just wait a few minutes."
"If you want to, I can keep you company"
"Ding." The Elevator was at its destination the doors opened to a small lobby with a few doors to offices. To the right, and left were windows to see the city from above, a stunning view.
"Oh... that's not... you don't need to."
"Mr. Ceesay, look, there is no one here, and as you can see the door to the office of Mrs. Washington is also still closed. Please sit down and I will get you a drink, I would love to entertain you for a bit?"
"Ah, well, okay, I guess I'll take a whiskey if you have one, come here."
Mr. Ceesay sat down in one of the many big club chairs with oversized armrests. Chloe went to the freezer next to the seat, took out some whiskey stones, and placed them in a new glass. 'Whiskey at 10 am?' She could feel the stare of Mr. Ceesay on her body. Her long hair shimmered fire red in the morning sun. She turned her hips a bit to give him a better view while fiddling with the whiskey bottle. Then she walked over to Mr. Ceesay, who meanwhile was sitting in the armchair like he owned the company. She sat on the armrest and gave him the glass.
He took a sip and looked up, "Ma'am, sorry, I just have to say, you look stunning."
"Oh thanks, Mr. Ceesay, you are a charmer, and you don't need to call me Ma'am. I'm just a white girl in a dress."
"No, really, you are also very elegant. It must be a lot of work keeping yourself so good in shape these days. And is that your natural hair color?"
"Now, you're making me blush. I barely keep up with my mandatory training for my class and yes, that is my natural color. I believe I have some Irish heritage, it's quite popular these days."
"Oh, what kind of class are you taking?"
"Taking? Oh, no, 'my class'... like... my category."
"Category? I... err... has that something to do with your system here? I'm not all too familiar with being here on a business trip."
"Oh, right, okay, sorry, how stupid of me. I'm a 'Class A non-black female'. That's the category that I have and to keep being in class A, I have to - for example - keep being in shape. So, I try, but sometimes I still get a bit behind."
"Ah okay. Yes, I heard of the caste system but I didn't know it came with a fitness test."
"That's only for us girls though. I like it, it is an encouragement to stay healthy, and being class A comes with some perks, like this job or getting married and having children..."
Chloe swung her necklace with her hand on the word married.
"Married? I... err... didn't expect... you are so... forthcoming though and I didn't know what that symbol meant, sorry."
Mr. Ceesay pulled his hand a bit back. Chloe had more or less sat on it when she sat on the armrest of his chair, but he was trying very carefully not to touch her anywhere potentially controversial. Now he was even more nervous with his hand. Chloe tried to calm him.
"Oh, Mr. Ceesay, don't worry. You are still my superior and I try to please you. Just... when you want to take me home, you should ask my husband first. Besides that, I can entertain you in any way." With this Chloe shuffled back on the armrest so her butt was pressing into Mr. Ceesay's fingers. He drank the rest of the whiskey in one go.
"Is that so and your husband is okay with that?"
Chloe rubbed her butt a bit more against Mr. Ceesay's hand, "Mhm, you have to see it like this: You don't need my consent to touch me, just like every other inferior. But being married to a black man means that you need his consent now. I'm his. But Khalan, my husband, knows my job and that it includes entertaining the guests of our enterprise, so he gave me some freedom in this regard."
"Oh, I see. So, it is okay if I touch you here?"
Mr. Ceesay finally grabbed her ass. The big hand dug into the fabric and she could feel the warm fingers through her dress, Chloe answered a satisfied "Mhm."
"And for that matter, any 'white girl'? What's up with the blonde at the front desk? Can I grab her here?"
Mr. Ceesay took his other hand and started squeezing her boobs. Chloe enjoyed being used like that. She wasn't used to doing that much small talk with guests. Most were much more assertive.
"Oh yes, Mr. Ceesay, she is probably waiting for you right now." He was just about to go under her dress when a loud "Ding!" froze them both.
An assertive voice sounded from the elevator. "Mr. Ceesay, I hope, I did not keep you waiting."
Then followed the clacking of stilettos on the marble floor. Her boss, Mrs. Washington, a black lady, a head taller than her in these shoes, came down the almost empty lobby. She wore a blue pantsuit that underlined her authority and flattered her spoon-like figure. Unlike Chloe, she didn't need to be perfectly in shape, and Mrs. Washington liked to enjoy her life. Her wide hips and the little extra weight complimented her character. A woman of her class deserved to live her life as she wanted and she was still incredibly beautiful. Her natural curls waved as she walked towards them. Her whole appearance oozed confidence.
Chloe was just starting to like the encounter. Maybe her boss wanted to join in? The authority made her squirm in her seat. Mr. Ceesay on the other hand pulled back his hands like he was caught eating candy after bedtime. "Mrs. Washington, oh no, your nice receptionist..."
"Chloe"
"... Chloe here, she kept me company."
"Well, I hope you two were enjoying your time. Chloe, why don't you get us a coffee while we talk business?"
"Of course Mrs. Washington. Mr. Ceesay, it was very fun talking to you, but would you excuse me?"
"Go ahead, Chloe, maybe we'll see each other again later."
They both stood up, Chloe walking to the coffee machine, while the two superiors entered Mrs. Washington's office.
Great. Now what?
Chloe got her dress in order. The encounter with a man about 30 years older than she had made her horny from the beginning. Now she just had him coming out of his shell and they had to stop. The coffee was done. She put milk, sugar, and the two cups onto a small tablet and walked to the office. Maybe there was still a chance that this interaction turns into something sexy. Chloe got excited in anticipation. She knocked. Both stopped talking and her boss called her in. On display on a big screen in front of a coffee table were some numbers and bar graphs. Chloe had no idea what it meant but it looked important. The meeting attendees were sitting in armchairs in front of a small table and looked at her. Chloe smiled at them and put the tablet down. She was still tense and the looks drilled into her.
"Thanks."
A bit disappointed, Chloe turned around and was about to leave.
"Stop!"
She froze at the sound of the voice of her boss. Every fiber in her body was tense in anticipation of something. But what was it?
"Can I?"
Mr. Ceesay whispered to Mrs. Washington, "Go ahead."
With a deafening sound, a forceful slap landed on Chloe's ass. It drove her right down to her knees and for a moment, it made her moan like a cheap porn actress. Chloe put both hands over her mouth in shame and her pale face became bright red in an instant. The pain radiated from the impact through her body, but left behind a burning hot sensation of desire, wherever it faded. Slowly she got back up with shaking legs.
"That's all."
Her boss released her.
"I wanted to do this from the start." Mr. Ceesay remarked. They chuckled.
Without a word, Chloe walked to the door and closed it from the outside. She removed the hands from her mouth and took deep breaths. She sat down against the wall for a moment and looked at her watch. 10:10 and she needed her first new pair of panties, it was gonna be a long day.
In the bathroom, she found Kim, her servant, a mid-twenties sissified boy wearing a maid's outfit and fiddling with the thermostat. "Good morning Mistress. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh wonderful, sugar. I'm gonna wash my hair today, it's that time of the month again."
"Oh, of course, I'll prepare everything. But that means you're going to shower first, right?"
"You got it"
"Wonderful, Mistress, I'll prepare breakfast accordingly."
"Also, bring the violet dress out and the matching stilettos. And I'll wear lingerie underneath, the white ones."
"Very well, do you need help, here?"
"Nah, I'll do the rest myself, you go and do your things."
"Yes, Mistress, you'll find everything waiting."
Kim had gotten into a lot of gambling debt and didn't have a way out so he applied for patronage and Zuri became his patron. She paid all his debts and now he had to work it off, while Zuri had total control over him and his finances until he is 'financially sound.' Zuri thought, he looked cute in that outfit and didn't have any thoughts of ending the arrangement until he got older and was no longer as pleasing to the eye, maybe, until then she had made it clear, that she will treat him nicely, as long as he did what he was told, and he does, most of the time, Zuri undressed for her bath.
Zuri was a single career woman. She hadn't much interest in kids, but she found a nice side job helping people who do and for that, she would need to look perfect today, stepping into the shower, and turning on the water, it was the perfect temperature. Her dreadlocks were finally getting wet again as she enjoyed the rivers running down her skin, tickling the nipples of her medium size breasts down over her flat belly to her wide hips that signaled fertility and Zuri used that to her advantage.
She thought about the plan for the night and about the man she had eyes on for it. A muscular colleague is a bit taller and a bit darker than her. They hadn't had much contact, but he was always a bit flirty when they did, surely she can sway him for a night. Realizing that her fingers were already between her legs, she turned the water a bit cooler, 'Calm down, honey, save it for later.'
She put on multiple kinds of soap for the different parts of her body and rinsed. When she stepped out of the shower, a bathrobe and multiple towels were ready. With a smile, she dried herself, wrapped her hair in a towel, and put on the bathrobe. From the bathroom, she could walk directly into her kitchen at the table Kim had prepared pancakes, some fruit, orange juice, and her tablet. When she came through the door Kim started pouring coffee.
"Pancakes?"
"I only used a bit of sugar. I'm sure you can take it. And you deserve a sweet morning like this."
"Oh, you are a charmer, okay fine, I could use some pancakes."
Zuri sat down in front of the table and looked out of the window front over her pool. It was a sunny day, and a light breeze waved the palm trees. She started eating and took a sip of the freshly pressed orange juice. On her tablet, she opened a news site. Kim came with her coffee, "Are the stocks looking good, Mistress"
"Wonderful, sugar, J&J lost, but they did some stupid decisions over the last weeks, I already diversified from them so we are up like 5 points at the start of the market day."
"Sounds good, Mistress, you are always a step ahead"
"Oh stop it! Prepare my hair care products and then go, eat your breakfast." After breakfast, her hair was no longer wet but also not too dry, so Kim massaged various products into her locks and re-did some of them. Then Kim braided a few strains, so it looked like Zuri was wearing a kind of diadem. Left and right of her face, he left two of them hanging down straight.
"You could start as a hairdresser, it looks professional, what you are doing with them."
"Thank you, Mistress it is an honor to train my skills with your hair, I'm happy you like it."
Zuri was dressed in lingerie and a violet dress that had a little skirt at the bottom, Kim was waiting for her car as she got into the back of her car, it was gonna be a long day.
Chloe put two coffees on the counter of the reception, "Here you go, Maja." The redhead looked at her watch, '9:47' Soon, the shifts for the black workers will begin. Chloe and her blonde-haired, blue-eyed coworker were here since 6 am, checking in other workers, accepting deliveries, and preparing the lobby.
"Boss has a meeting at 10 am," read Maja aloud from the computer screen.
"So early?"
"Yeah, must be important." Chloe grinned and raised a fist in front of her. Maja knew what was up. Chloe threw a rock, and Maja chose scissors.
"Ah, good old rock. Never fails me."
"Oh, I wish you an old white lady who wants to chat about her..."
Chloe cut her off, "Looks like I'm lucky again" Through the front door came a black man with short, curly, black hair with some white in it. He wore a gown with a pattern in different shades of brown and moved towards the reception.
"Hi, my name is Babou Ceesay, I have an appointment with Mrs. Washington"
"Welcome, Mr. Ceesay, I hope you enjoyed your travel. Let me bring you to the right office."
She walked around reception in front of Mr. Ceesay and threw a short wink back to Maja. Her coworker returned a jealous glare but was distracted shortly after by the first black employee who wanted to clock in.
Chloe swung her hips as well as possible in her tight dress on the way to the elevator. It underlined her curves quite well and she wanted Mr. Ceesay to enjoy the view. In the elevator, she pressed the topmost button and turned to Mr. Ceesay. The dress seemed to have the desired effect, as Mr. Ceesay looked a bit flustered. Chloe pulled her dress a bit down, so it sat perfectly again, exposing slightly more cleavage. The "Queen of Spades" necklace seemed to grab Mr. Ceesay's attention but shortly after stealing a view of her boobs, he shied away, trying to look somewhere else in the mirrored elevator.
Chloe tried to fill the silence.
"So, Mr. Ceesay, since you are so perfectly on point, there might be a short delay until Mrs. Washington arrives at her office."
"Oh, that is no problem, I'll just wait a few minutes."
"If you want to, I can keep you company"
"Ding." The Elevator was at its destination the doors opened to a small lobby with a few doors to offices. To the right, and left were windows to see the city from above, a stunning view.
"Oh... that's not... you don't need to."
"Mr. Ceesay, look, there is no one here, and as you can see the door to the office of Mrs. Washington is also still closed. Please sit down and I will get you a drink, I would love to entertain you for a bit?"
"Ah, well, okay, I guess I'll take a whiskey if you have one, come here."
Mr. Ceesay sat down in one of the many big club chairs with oversized armrests. Chloe went to the freezer next to the seat, took out some whiskey stones, and placed them in a new glass. 'Whiskey at 10 am?' She could feel the stare of Mr. Ceesay on her body. Her long hair shimmered fire red in the morning sun. She turned her hips a bit to give him a better view while fiddling with the whiskey bottle. Then she walked over to Mr. Ceesay, who meanwhile was sitting in the armchair like he owned the company. She sat on the armrest and gave him the glass.
He took a sip and looked up, "Ma'am, sorry, I just have to say, you look stunning."
"Oh thanks, Mr. Ceesay, you are a charmer, and you don't need to call me Ma'am. I'm just a white girl in a dress."
"No, really, you are also very elegant. It must be a lot of work keeping yourself so good in shape these days. And is that your natural hair color?"
"Now, you're making me blush. I barely keep up with my mandatory training for my class and yes, that is my natural color. I believe I have some Irish heritage, it's quite popular these days."
"Oh, what kind of class are you taking?"
"Taking? Oh, no, 'my class'... like... my category."
"Category? I... err... has that something to do with your system here? I'm not all too familiar with being here on a business trip."
"Oh, right, okay, sorry, how stupid of me. I'm a 'Class A non-black female'. That's the category that I have and to keep being in class A, I have to - for example - keep being in shape. So, I try, but sometimes I still get a bit behind."
"Ah okay. Yes, I heard of the caste system but I didn't know it came with a fitness test."
"That's only for us girls though. I like it, it is an encouragement to stay healthy, and being class A comes with some perks, like this job or getting married and having children..."
Chloe swung her necklace with her hand on the word married.
"Married? I... err... didn't expect... you are so... forthcoming though and I didn't know what that symbol meant, sorry."
Mr. Ceesay pulled his hand a bit back. Chloe had more or less sat on it when she sat on the armrest of his chair, but he was trying very carefully not to touch her anywhere potentially controversial. Now he was even more nervous with his hand. Chloe tried to calm him.
"Oh, Mr. Ceesay, don't worry. You are still my superior and I try to please you. Just... when you want to take me home, you should ask my husband first. Besides that, I can entertain you in any way." With this Chloe shuffled back on the armrest so her butt was pressing into Mr. Ceesay's fingers. He drank the rest of the whiskey in one go.
"Is that so and your husband is okay with that?"
Chloe rubbed her butt a bit more against Mr. Ceesay's hand, "Mhm, you have to see it like this: You don't need my consent to touch me, just like every other inferior. But being married to a black man means that you need his consent now. I'm his. But Khalan, my husband, knows my job and that it includes entertaining the guests of our enterprise, so he gave me some freedom in this regard."
"Oh, I see. So, it is okay if I touch you here?"
Mr. Ceesay finally grabbed her ass. The big hand dug into the fabric and she could feel the warm fingers through her dress, Chloe answered a satisfied "Mhm."
"And for that matter, any 'white girl'? What's up with the blonde at the front desk? Can I grab her here?"
Mr. Ceesay took his other hand and started squeezing her boobs. Chloe enjoyed being used like that. She wasn't used to doing that much small talk with guests. Most were much more assertive.
"Oh yes, Mr. Ceesay, she is probably waiting for you right now." He was just about to go under her dress when a loud "Ding!" froze them both.
An assertive voice sounded from the elevator. "Mr. Ceesay, I hope, I did not keep you waiting."
Then followed the clacking of stilettos on the marble floor. Her boss, Mrs. Washington, a black lady, a head taller than her in these shoes, came down the almost empty lobby. She wore a blue pantsuit that underlined her authority and flattered her spoon-like figure. Unlike Chloe, she didn't need to be perfectly in shape, and Mrs. Washington liked to enjoy her life. Her wide hips and the little extra weight complimented her character. A woman of her class deserved to live her life as she wanted and she was still incredibly beautiful. Her natural curls waved as she walked towards them. Her whole appearance oozed confidence.
Chloe was just starting to like the encounter. Maybe her boss wanted to join in? The authority made her squirm in her seat. Mr. Ceesay on the other hand pulled back his hands like he was caught eating candy after bedtime. "Mrs. Washington, oh no, your nice receptionist..."
"Chloe"
"... Chloe here, she kept me company."
"Well, I hope you two were enjoying your time. Chloe, why don't you get us a coffee while we talk business?"
"Of course Mrs. Washington. Mr. Ceesay, it was very fun talking to you, but would you excuse me?"
"Go ahead, Chloe, maybe we'll see each other again later."
They both stood up, Chloe walking to the coffee machine, while the two superiors entered Mrs. Washington's office.
Great. Now what?
Chloe got her dress in order. The encounter with a man about 30 years older than she had made her horny from the beginning. Now she just had him coming out of his shell and they had to stop. The coffee was done. She put milk, sugar, and the two cups onto a small tablet and walked to the office. Maybe there was still a chance that this interaction turns into something sexy. Chloe got excited in anticipation. She knocked. Both stopped talking and her boss called her in. On display on a big screen in front of a coffee table were some numbers and bar graphs. Chloe had no idea what it meant but it looked important. The meeting attendees were sitting in armchairs in front of a small table and looked at her. Chloe smiled at them and put the tablet down. She was still tense and the looks drilled into her.
"Thanks."
A bit disappointed, Chloe turned around and was about to leave.
"Stop!"
She froze at the sound of the voice of her boss. Every fiber in her body was tense in anticipation of something. But what was it?
"Can I?"
Mr. Ceesay whispered to Mrs. Washington, "Go ahead."
With a deafening sound, a forceful slap landed on Chloe's ass. It drove her right down to her knees and for a moment, it made her moan like a cheap porn actress. Chloe put both hands over her mouth in shame and her pale face became bright red in an instant. The pain radiated from the impact through her body, but left behind a burning hot sensation of desire, wherever it faded. Slowly she got back up with shaking legs.
"That's all."
Her boss released her.
"I wanted to do this from the start." Mr. Ceesay remarked. They chuckled.
Without a word, Chloe walked to the door and closed it from the outside. She removed the hands from her mouth and took deep breaths. She sat down against the wall for a moment and looked at her watch. 10:10 and she needed her first new pair of panties, it was gonna be a long day.
