| Just Another Day at the Office Chapter 7 |
| *Ring Ring* "Hello, Justice speaking" "Hello Justice, it�s mom" "Hey mom, how are things? I�m still waiting for you and dad to come by and look at my place" I said. "Soon, dear. I was wondering if you would like to come over to dinner tonight?" my mom asked me. "Sure, I would love to, but I might be a bit late `cos I don�t finish work till 6:30. I�ll be there around 7, okay?" I said. "Okay, well see you tonight" My mom said as she hung up. *later on that night* The walk up to the front door seemed miles. I�m not sure why, but I felt so nervous, going back to the house and talking to my mom. It had been a month since our fight, and my moving out, but I hoped we could work things out. When I finally got inside my mom was rushing around, running into the dinning room, fixing everything, and generally making sure everything looked perfect. "Hey mom, how are you?" I asked, as I took off my running shoes and walked into the dinning room. "I fine Justice. How are you doing all by yourself?" My mom replied, as she carried dishes into the dinning room. "Well, ma, sorry to disappoint you, but I�m doing really well. Here, let me help you with that" I said, taking the plates and bringing them into the dinning room. "Justice I�m glad to hear you are doing well, but don�t you think you could have worn something else? You look like you are going to basketball practise or something" My mom said, looking at me in my white tank top with Michael�s baggy grey jogging pants loosely hanging off my hips, and my braids pulled back in a white bandana. "Why? Isn�t it just me, you and daddy eating dinner?" I asked. "No, a few of your fathers clients are coming over for dinner. I must have forgotten to mention it" She told me. "Well guess so. It�s alright. I just look comfy, that�s all" I laughed, realizing I was wearing Michaels baggy sweatpants that he�d left at my house. "Justice, quick, get the door, they�re here. And by the way, pull up that shirt, I can see your cleavage, and those pants are falling off your butt, I can see you underwear!" my mom yelled to me as I walked to the door. "ya ya mother!" I said to my mother. I opened the door to find 4 people, 2 men and 2 women, and one of the men was MICHAEL! "Hello, come on in" I said, trying to act normal. "Hello, I�m Justice" I said shaking their hands as they introduced themselves to me. "Hi Mr .Jackson! I haven�t seen you at the office lately" I said to Michael, trying to hold in my laughter. "I know. I have been filming 2 videos, so it gets too hectic to fly over to the office all the time" Michael said, smiling at me. The people who were with Michael seemed very conservative and serious. The other guy was an Asian man, in his late 40's judging by his full head of grey hair. The women, who I assumed was his wife, had silky black hair and looked Spanish. She was probably in her 40's, around Michaels age. The other woman I didn�t like. I don�t know if it�s good to judge people on first impressions like that, but this women gave me the most hateful look as soon as I opened the door. She was tall and skinny, like a flagpole, and had long blonde hair with cold blue eyes and very pale skin. She barely shook my hand, and, when she saw me and Michael talking, she just glared hatefully at me and looked at me up and down with a disgusted expression on her face. We sat down at the large table to eat. I sat across from Michael, while the snobby blond women took the seat beside him. "So, do you all work at MJJ Productions? I�ve never seen you there" I asked the 3 other people at the table. "Well, we are executives at Sony Studios, so you would most likely see us stopping by at MJJ for meetings sometimes." the Chinese man, named Ming, and his wife Ashley answered. "Oh I see. I thought you looked familiar" I responded, smiling politely. "Well, I work at Sony, too, as well as with your father at his firm. Michael and I are very good friends" The blonde women said, as she put her hand on top of Michaels. Michael just looked at me as I glared at them. "Well, I have known Rita for 15 years now. We�re friends" Michael said, making his intentions with the blond woman clear to me, but making sure not to be obvious about it, so as not to arouse my parents suspicion. "So, Michael, how is MJJ doing after the drop in Sony stocks?" My dad asked. "Well, I don�t really know all about the numbers. Ming and Ashley would know, though. I�m so clued out when it comes to all that kinda stuff" Michael laughed. "So, sweetie, how long have you been running around Michaels office playing coffee girl for?" Rita, that snob, asked me, as if I was 3. "I�m not the coffee girl, but I have been there for two months" I said, smiling sarcastically. "Oh how cute! Michael, when did you start hiring high school students?" Rita asked, smiling at Michael. "She�s in her first year of law school, and doing a fabulous job. Ricky, Aisha, you ought to be very proud. Justice is very hard working" Michael said to my parents. All through dinner Rita kept flirting with Michael, and making rude comments. Michael looked so uncomfortable, not being able to do or say anything about it, but the whole time he had his eyes locked on me . ** Wow, she really is beautiful and is she wearing the pants I fucked her in before? That is so hot, and I can see her black bra right through that lil' white shirt. . . . . I want her so bad. Michael thought to himself. ** "Mother, dinner is great" I said, trying to put on a smile, even though I felt like I was going to explode. "Yes, Aisha, it�s amazing !" said Ashley and Ming. "Ricky, you are so lucky to have such a lovely wife who cooks so well for you" Rita said, fake as ever. "Yeah, the food�s wonderful, thank you so much" Michael said. I could tell by his face he wanted to tell Rita off for her shameless flirting. I just sat at the table and suddenly I felt Michaels foot brush against mine. Without making it obvious, I rubbed my feet against his, before moving up his leg. I just looked at his face as he tried to keep a conversation going with my parents and the other guest. My foot went up further and further up till it got to his crotch. I placed my foot on it and then began to rub him as he tried to continue to talk. Before long, he began to bite his bottom lip, and then just nod to what everyone was saying to him. I could feel his huge bulge, and I wanted it so bad, but I just smiled and looked at him. "Ricky, Aisha, could you please excuse me for a minute? I�m going upstairs to use the bathroom" Michael said, as he jolted up out of his seat and walked upstairs with his hands in front of his crotch. "Well, since everyone is done, would you all like to come outside to the patio for something to drink?" My mom asked. "Mom, I�ll put the dishes in the washer. I�ll be out in a minute" I said, as they all walked outside to the patio near the pool deck to sit down. "Justice, are you crazy?!" Michael said as I put the dishes in. "Ha ha, I don�t know what you�re talking about" I giggled. "Justice, your too much! Your parents could have caught us easily" Michael said, trying to look upset. "Michael, they never saw a thing, and besides, didn�t that slim chance of getting caught make it that much more exciting? Anyways, you loved every second of it" I smiled, as I put away dishes. "Justice you�re crazy, and I didn�t love it, because I was too nervous" Michael smiled. "Well you had to like it at least a little bit, if you jerked off upstairs thinking about it" I said, looking into his eyes. "Justice, you�re so naughty, making me hard right in front of your parents and guests" Michael said, smiling at me. "Yeah, well, you looked so good, I couldn�t help it! Blame yourself for the way I am now" I laughed. "What?! Now you�re talking crazy!" Michael giggled. "Michael, baby blue is definitely your colour, and those jeans make that booty of yours look nice and big!" I said, smiling at him as I cleared the table. "Justice, as soon as I walked in the door and saw you in my pants. . . You don�t know how badly I wanted to get in them! And, just to let you know, I like that black bra of yours, too" Michael smiled at me, glancing down at my breasts. Then my dad came in. "Hey Mikey, what are you doing?" My dad asked. "Oh, just talking to Justice about a meeting we are having on Monday, and helping her clear the table" Michael said, looking a bit nervous. "Michael, come on outside for a drink, relax, forget about work tonight" My dad said, he guided Michael out to the patio. I just looked at him from inside. He looked so handsome. He was wearing a baby blue shirt with loose fitting dark jeans, and his hair was curly and in a loose pony tail. Rita, I wanted to pull her hair out, kept hugging Michael and brushing up against him and Michael would back away from her. I can�t stand that bitch! |