Chapter 2

3. Sophia Khan — The Ex Lover

Easily the most striking moment of that period was dealing with Sophia Khan, the secret ex-lover of my boss. This was the wildcard my boss worried about most. Something which could torpedo her reputation and ruin her chance of becoming the CEO.

A renowned local artist, late-30’s, style for days. Sophia Khan had a firecracker personality. Her long black hair was always free and had natural curls. Strong personality. Big tits. Big butt. The woman could turn heads.

The thought of Vivian and Sophia being lovers seemed far fetched because they were so different, but if we’re being honest, it was never about love. It was only about sex.

I remember working in my area when my phone buzzed and Vivian called me. She never called. We’d always communicated by text.

“Come to my office right away,” Vivian said. “She’s in the lobby and won’t go away. I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just get rid of her.”

The line paused. “Just do as I say. Come. Now.”

When she hung up the phone, I went down the hall to Vivian’s office and saw the commotion. Sophia was having an argument with the receptionist while the office door was closed. Clearly my boss was inside hiding from whatever situation was going on.

Sophia kept saying things like, ‘I need to talk to her,’ and ‘She fucking owes me,’ while the receptionist kept trying to calm her down. I stepped in, having broken up a few arguments between women before during my sorority days. When she looked at me, Sophia stopped in her tracks, perhaps wondering if I was the boss’s new fling.

“Can we talk privately please?” I asked.

I have a sincere way of disarming people and Sophia was open to whatever I had to say. She agreed and we went to the conference room. With new technology, I pushed a button and the glass walls weren’t see-through any longer. We had total privacy and I was ready for whatever she’d hit me with. Or so I thought…

“Are you sleeping with her?” Sophia asked.

She started seething. “Vivian Hart. Are you the latest plaything? You look like you could be.”

“No, no. I work here. Vivian is my boss.”

“Why is she hiding in her office?”

“Look, we’ve just met. Can you please calm down? I’m sure there’s a rational way to work things out. Forgive me but… do you need money?”

Offering her money seemed like the best idea at the time because people often complained to my boss about money, but it triggered her, she gritted her teeth.

“You think this is about money?” Sophia asked. “I missed Paris for her. Do you understand that? I gave up my first residency, the one people build their careers on. I stayed here while my friends did sold-out shows in Europe, all because she couldn’t stand being alone.”

As crazy as it seemed at the time, it made sense why my boss was hiding and why I’d been hired to do the dirty work. Vivian Hart, at her age and stature, didn’t want the corporate world knowing that she was ‘seeing’ a sexy young artist, whose style is the exact opposite of corporate culture.

Sophia saw the look of confusion on my face. She knew it was a shock to me, and that’s what made her angry, that my boss kept her hidden in the closet. Swept under the rug like an afterthought. But what Sophia Khan didn’t know was that I was being paid generously to keep a lid on this.

“How can I make things right?” I said. “What will it take for this situation to resolve? At least in the short term. I’m hoping for a positive solution.”

“You want to fix this? If Vivian’s too cowardly to face me, maybe you can stand-in.”

She looked me in the eyes while unbuttoning her top. Her dark skin showed when the top half came open. When she opened her top completely, I saw that the bra she wore wasn’t a bra at all, not in the ordinary sense. The white fabric only had cups on the bottom to maintain shape. But the top half of the ‘bra’ was uncovered, letting most of her black nipples show. It was more like harness than traditional lingerie.

The situation took a darker turn when she emptied her purse onto the conference table. Her phone, wallet, and makeup were tossed on the table. In between those essential items were a dildo, wrist cuffs, and lubrication. There was also a Mooligirl rose petal vibrator that I know many of my colleagues secretly use in the office. Sophia’s main priority wasn’t emotional closure, she came for an office hookup.

Vivian’s words rang in my head, ‘I’ll pay you whatever you want.’ At that moment I understood why. Their sex must have been intense. Raw. Bondage driven. Rather than having blowout sex in her office with a jilted lover, my boss assigned that unholy task to me.

It was going to happen one way or another. Sophia Khan wasn’t waiting for my permission. She removed her skirt to reveal white crotchless panties with a harness attached to her crotch area. It took me a moment to realize it was for the dildo. It was a strap-on situation. And the strap was nestled over her dark patch of long pubic hair.

“Get on your knees,” she said.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting what I’m owed. Vivian will have her turn eventually.”

That was my second time eating pussy. It was a different kind of stress than what happened in the bathroom, because there, anyone could walk in and catch me. But in the corporate boardroom, the door was closed and the glass walls were darkened so it was less likely anyone would enter.

Unlike the previous pussy, this time I was following my boss’s footsteps. I tasted what my boss tasted. Kissing where she kissed. Filling her sexual role. Enjoying the pussy my boss enjoyed, but that wasn’t necessarily my choice. I’ll admit that I never would have done that with Sophia if not for my job. Office sex was a fantasy, sure, but I wouldn’t risk my career over it. So in that moment of licking and sucking, I told myself that it was survival. But my body betrayed me. I’d never felt such adrenaline during a sexual encounter before.

Her orgasm had a stronger taste than the first woman and it leaked down my mouth in a steady stream. I did my best to swallow everything, to keep her happy. That’s what I was being paid for. I understood why my boss kept Sophia Khan around as a plaything. The woman was strong, in command, with an exotic body and immense sexuality. I later learned that Sophia grew up in a strict Muslim household and channeled her sexual repression into her artwork and the desire to find new and taboo experiences.

After that I was bent over the conference table. Sophia had stripped down and wore the strap-on. She was even barefoot, wanting to dig her toes into the carpet. Meanwhile I had all my clothes on. She pulled my bottom down. She applied lubrication. At that moment I remember wondering if my boss was usually the giver or receiver in their relationship. Both could be true. I could imagine Vivian loving to strap other women. I could also see her wanting a role reversal at some point, being on the other end of submission.

Before she entered, Sophia told me to put my hands behind my back and it was like I was being arrested on the hood of a car. She cuffed my wrists and my face was sideways on the table. I’d never been so helpless in my life and I was at her mercy.

When the penetration happened, I moaned loudly, then caught myself. The glass in the conference rooms muffled the sound to maintain privacy but the thought of people walking by was a constant in my mind. The secretary, anyone going to and from Vivian’s office, I was terrified of them potentially hearing my loud crying and thinking there was an emergency, then barging in like some kind of hero, only to find me in a career ending position.

I understood why Vivian was hooking up with that woman. The strap situation was intense and the tempo built in a gradual pace. By far the wildest encounter of my life, at least at that point. And the orgasm I had was also the best I’d ever experienced.

When it was done, Sophia uncuffed me, then she helped me stand upright like a lover giving aftercare, kissing me on the cheek and rubbing my shoulders, only it wasn’t all about love. She looked me in the eyes and told me to lick the table clean. I thought she was joking, but she wasn’t.

“Lick it,” she said. “Clean.”

I bent over and licked the wet spot I made. Tasting my own orgasmic fluids. Reality hit me hard while doing something so degrading. Going from an orgasmic high to a degrading low. All for money. All because I agreed to serve my boss and do her bidding. Was it worth it? You be the judge. In my opinion, it opened my eyes to a world of sex, exploring things I normally wouldn’t have.

Watching her get dressed was a strange delight. Seeing her tuck her big tits away, stuffing those dark nipples into the special ‘bra,’ if you could even call it that. She didn’t even bother to wear panties because she wanted her pussy to breathe. She put her panties into her purse along with everything else.

Sophia kissed my lips then left, no one in the office having any idea what happened. I went straight to my phone and texted Vivian Hart that the job was done and the jilted lover situation was resolved for now. My boss didn’t reply, instead she sent a generous wire transfer.

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