A Dirty Little Affair

My boss has to be the slimiest asshole in the office. Unfortunately, he's also one of the top earners in the entire brokerage, so there is little chance he'd be fired for groping a few secretaries. My name is Anya. I'm twenty-four, and secretarial trainee for Mr. Salvatore Andretti, A.K.A. 'Slimy Sal'.

I've worked for the firm for two years now, enjoying the experience except for my boss. If Ol' Sal slid his knobby fingers between my thighs one more time, I was going to show him a new use for his prized, pearl handled letter opener. Nothing lethal, just enough to ruin the rest of his day. Okay, his week, tops.

It was a cloudy July Friday with a threat of rain later in the day. Just fucking lovely. I didn't have my raincoat with me, and I was sure my umbrella still hung by my front door, so I wouldn't forget it when I left that morning. At noon, my friend Kira, another trainee, and I sat talking about our weekend plans. We were trying to enjoy our lunch when Mr. Andretti put his sweaty hand on my back, informing me he wanted to go over some old accounts right after lunch. I was sure there was something he wanted to 'go over', but it had nothing to do with any accounts.

I had my things ready to go by three-thirty for a quick sprint to the elevator at the top of the hour. Walking out of the lobby, I was jolted by the crisp crack of thunder and a sudden downpour. I could've waited it out, but I wasn't hanging around. I'd enough of Slimy Sal by then, and I didn't want to spend twenty minutes refusing a ride from him. It was summer, and work was only four blocks from my apartment. I weighed my options, fighting off Sal in his car, or facing hail and lightning. I decided my chances were better with the weather, so out I went.

By the time I reached home, the rain had slowed to a pleasant shower. Upon opening the door, I was greeted by my good friend, umbrella. In need of a shower, I began striping, dropping wet garments along the hallway to the bathroom. I prefer a hot, steamy shower, and tonight was no exception. My mind was made up. A nice long shower, a big glass of wine, and some Cheese Puffs. Then, I'd fall asleep half way through some bullshit movie I thought I wanted to see. Ahh, the life of a working girl.

I propped my arms high against the wall. My face in the spray, I let the hot water flow over me, washing away the day's tensions. My favorite setting on the shower head made my nipples tingle, coming to attention rather quickly. I loved the hard, stinging spray on my skin. It somehow made me feel cleaner afterwards.

I stood, holding my tits up to the steamy spray, delighting in the sensations it brought about. It had been awhile since I'd any sex, and my nipples reminded me of just how horny I was. I adjusted the shower head to a narrow stream and placed one foot up on the shower seat. One hand continued teasing my nipples while the other worked its way to my pussy. Pulling back the hood, I let the stream pummel my swollen clit. My orgasm came fast, taking me by surprise. My legs nearly failing as my body shook and shuddered.

It was a nice finish, but it wasn't enough. My fingers still massaging my dissatisfied puss, I grew increasingly pissed off. It'd been a shitty week, and I'd be goddamned if the only sex I had that night was with the Water Department. I hadn't had a good fucking in close to three weeks, so I decided I was dressing up and going on a dick hunt. Big trophy dick.

I finished my shower and put on my sluttiest face. My hair was a pixie cut, so I slicked it back some. I dug out my shortest black satin dress, and an old, but nice pair of fuck-me pumps my sister had given me. A spritz of my favorite perfume in key places and I was outta there. I grabbed my handbag and raincoat on the way out. The only things left behind this time were a bra and panties. With any luck at all, they wouldn't have been worn very long, anyway. I was determined to get hammered and banged.

My go-to bar was only a couple of blocks away at one end of the warehouse district. It sat at the corner of Chester and Douglas Avenues. A fairly popular place that could hold about fifty or sixty people. Most of the patrons were around my age, give or take. Ernie, the owner and bartender, was the only person I actually knew there. The regulars were familiar to me by sight, only knowing a few first names. It was around half-past eight when I got there. I stopped to say hi to Ernie and give him my coat. Coat check was something he only did for friends.

Finding my favorite stool, Ernie was right there waiting.

"What'll you have, Doll, the usual?"

"You got it Ernie, a double Goose. Thanks my friend."

Ernie waved me off as I laid a ten on the bar.

"First one's on me, Anya, just for coming in dressed like that. You look beautiful."

Aww, will you marry me Ernie?"

"I'd love to, Doll, but I'm afraid I'm just not good enough for you."

"You're a sweet man, Ernie."

He gave me a wink, turning to take other orders. Ernie reminded me a lot of the actor, Robert Forster, having much the same demeanor as his character in 'Jackie Brown'.

By nine-thirty the place was packed, everyone letting loose on a Friday night. There were plenty of hot guys to try my luck with. I tried flirting with a few who stood close by ordering drinks. They were nice enough to respond, but then walked off with their drinks. I sat with my legs crossed, and skirt pulled up showing a bit of cheek, but no nibbles. I considered uncrossing them, but I do have some self respect.

A wave at Ernie got me another double Goose, then I decided to 'work' the room. The hammered part of my plan was working out well, too well. Another couple of drinks, and I'd be sleeping in the street. I strolled leisurely around the room, making plenty of eye contact. Even trying the accidental bump and getting little attention. It just wasn't my night. Maybe the week's wear still showed on my face. If that was the case, I don't blame anyone for avoiding me.

I checked my phone. It was twelve fucking thirty, and not a piece of ass to be had. By me anyway. What the hell was I doing wrong? I wasn't going to drink any more, but when I got back to my stool, Ernie had already poured me another, set next to a 'Reserved' sign. Finally I said fuck it, no dick, I might as well get soused, and chugged my sixth and final double vodka. Maybe I'd go home and fuck my shower again. Yeaaaaa! I asked Ernie for my coat and headed out.

"Anya, you okay, I can drop you off if you wanna wait."

"I'm fine Ernie, just the perfect fucking end to a perfectly shitty week. I'll see ya."

It wasn't raining, but I put my raincoat on, anyway. I was just drunk enough to lose it somewhere if I carried it. In my condition, I decided to save a little time and took the alley that ran behind the bar and shops along Chester Ave. The alley was one I'd hesitate to travel in broad daylight, much less drunk in the middle of the night. It was dirty, greasy, smelly, and piled with crap that appeared to be months old. Not to mention not knowing what kind of characters hung out in its shadows. Tonight, I didn't give a shit. I was too buzzed to care. The sound of splashing water surrounded me as I entered the alley. All the buildings had flat roofs, taking the rain forever to drain off.

I just came upon a number of crates piled by the backdoor of the bar when I was startled by a woman's voice.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be in an alley like this, especially at this hour."

I turned to see a Black woman about my height, standing among the crates. She was older, about fifty, and her face was absolutely beautiful. I've never been so inclined, but I would not have minded sticking my tongue in the mouth of that face. It seemed a lot of alcohol, and extreme horniness was changing my views. The rest of her was a mystery. She too wore a rain coat, giving away no secrets.

"I'll be fine, just got a little way to go."

I turned, continuing on my way.

"You're Anya, aren't you? You don't want to walk up that alley Anya, trust me."

I was already frustrated, and this woman's insistence was pissing me off. Beautiful or not.

"Hey, who da fuck are you? How da fuck you know my name?" I yelled.

Holy shit, six vodkas, and suddenly I was Tony Soprano.

She was slowly making her way to me, asking me questions. That last drink was beginning to hit me as I staggered a little.

"My name is Theia. Why don't you come talk to me until you regain your composure, so to speak."

I turned to give her a piece of my drunken mind, but I was startled, and stumbled into her as she was right behind me. She caught me, keeping me from falling into who knows what on the alley floor. With one arm wrapped around me, she pulled mine to her waist so I could hold on.

"Hey, I'm sorry Tina. Didn't mean to get mean. You just scared me a little."

"Well, I'm sorry that I scared you, and, it's Theia."

"Hi, I'm Anya."

"I know. I saw you inside earlier. You're quite lovely Anya."

"You were inside, I don't remember seeing you."

"Being co-owner permits me a reserved table in a dark corner where I can sit and watch."

"Watch what? Wait, owner? I thought Ernie was..."

"We're partners in the bar. Ernie and I are old friends. Best friends, to be exact. To answer your question, people. I like to watch people."

"Were you watching me?"

"Yes, I was. Quite a lot, you're very sexy."

"Whoa, hey, I don't, I do dick, not wome..."

"Take it easy, sweetie, we're just two ladies talking. Getting to know each other. It never hurts to make a new friend."

Theia walked me over to the crates, where I propped my butt against one until my head stopped spinning. Theia had apparently opened my coat, letting the rain cooled air help me sober up a bit. I noticed hers was open now as well. The mystery was gone, and I could see she was beautiful from head to toe. She wore a brightly colored maxi-wrap dress around her elegant frame. My head cleared a little, enough to realize my nipples were hard to the point of aching a little, and the air wasn't cool enough for that. Was Theia's attention having an effect on me? She was very sexy, even for an older woman.

My mind raced hysterically, trying to decipher what was going on. I liked dick way too much. I couldn't let this happen. I hoped I was just stupid drunk, and it would all be gone by morning. I needed to go home. My mind spinning, I leapt off the crate, trying to leave, but my head wasn't as clear as I thought. Theia caught me again before I hit the ground. My head swam in alcohol while my heart twisted in the confusion of my budding desire for another woman.

Pulling me up, she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. One hand on the small of my back, the other clutching my neck. Tilting her head to the side, she kissed me again, pressing her tongue against my lips, licking them softly. In a moment of panic, I tried to push away, but she held me, caressing my face. Her sparkling eyes told me everything was okay. All thoughts of flight left me, and suddenly I was hers. Our lips slammed together as our hands roamed one another's body. Her soft, full lips covered my own as her tongue snaked its way between them. My hungry mouth sucked her in, welcoming the bold intrusion. Her sweet breath filled my nostrils, replacing my buzz with erotic intoxication.

I found myself giddy in the danger of the moment. Crates and other piled debris hid us from the street, but the threat of discovery still remained. We were surrounded by filth and subject to a summer deluge at any time. Yet, there was no place I'd rather be than wrapped in Theia's embrace. Her lips to mine.

Still kissing me with lust and desire, Theia's hands found their way to my tight little ass, pulling me hard against her. Her hard nipples poking my own tits felt absolutely depraved. She slowly tugged at my dress, bunching it in her hands till her long, delicate fingers burned me, skin on skin, pulling me open, and rubbing my exposed anus. Her touch was electric.

A newfound lust came over me as my hands found her breasts. Heavy and full, I was captivated by their feel. I was suddenly desperate to suck another woman's nipples. I untied the belt on her dress, letting it fall open to my complete elation. Like me, she was nude under her dress. We both still wore our coats, revealing our beauty only to each other. Theia's statuesque body had me drooling everywhere possible. I could no longer hold back. Her exposed nipples beckoned me. Jiggling a breast in each hand, I couldn't decide which to suck first.

"Take your pick Sugar, I'm told they both taste delightful," Theia said.

At her statement, I was instantly jealous of all who touched them before me.

Taking one, I slowly sucked it between my wet lips, flicking it with my tongue. I was amazed as it grew more erect in my mouth. Her nipples were thick, dark brown studs, as long as my thumbnail. Theia held me to her as I nursed, moaning, and playing with my tits. Every time she tweaked my puffy little nubs, lightning struck my pussy, setting me on fire.

"Sweetie, I can smell your excitement, and I want to taste you. Your scent is driving me crazy."

Until she mentioned it. I hadn't realized how excited I was, becoming fully aware of the thick juices inching down my inner thighs, triggering a shiver.

Theia reached in her pocket, producing a switchblade, and flicked it open. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head.

"Anya, how do you feel about this dress, Baby?"

"I've got others."

With that, she cut the spaghetti straps.

"Wiggle, Sugar, let it drop. I wanna see your lovely body."

I did as I was told, letting my dress fall to the nastiness on which we stood.

Once again, her warm, soft hands were on me. One squeezing my ass, and the other fingering my sopping pussy, which she now owned. Her long velvety fingers entered me, her thumb rubbing my clit till the blood in my brain boiled. My legs shook as Theia brought me to a quick orgasm, squirting all over her hand and leg.

Holy fuck, I squirted. I absolutely love being rammed by a big fat dick, but if this is typical of being with a woman, sign me up coach, I'm in.

"Fuck Theia, that was amazing. I've never squirted before, ever."

I turned to her, kissing her as deeply as I could. I was a willing captive to whatever she wanted to do. Her hand never left my pussy. Her fingers did things to me like no other had. Theia's other hand slipped between my thighs, smearing pussy cream over my tender virgin asshole. My entire crotch blazed as her fingers sent waves of pleasure in all directions. Shoving them further up my pussy, her nimble digits hit my G-spot, rubbing it rhythmically, making me shriek against the night. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, Theia's middle finger pierced my cherry asshole, lighting the fuse on another orgasmic flood.

The waves of intense pleasure waning, Theia pushed two slimy fingers into my mouth. Sliding them to my throat as I sucked them clean, relishing their unique flavor.

"My, God, what is that?"

"That's your pussy Sweetie. Haven't you ever tasted yourself?"

A little embarrassed, I shook my head no.

"Well, you have now. What do you think?"

"I think I've been depriving myself. Thank you Theia."

"I believe all women should taste themselves, whether it's solo or with a partner. My favorite, is tasting myself on a man's cock after he's fucked me good, and came in my pussy, or ass. I love either one."

I must have had a horrified look on my face when she included tasting ass. I would never, ever. No way! Nope, count me out. Not doin' it. Nope! Nope! Nope!

Theia then pushed another slippery finger into my mouth, which was obviously virgin to the finer nuances of great sex.

"Wow, that's sweet with a bit of a tang. You are fucking delicious, Theia."

"That's not me Anya, that was your asshole, and yes, it is quite tasty."

Theia opened my eyes to all the things I had deprived myself. Her method of just doing and not asking was good. She acted with command, yes, but it was done with gentility and care. No matter what she did, I never felt threatened or used.

Without thinking, I took both her hands, licking and sucking them clean, then sharing what I collected in my mouth in deep, passionate kisses, as some sort of appreciation for shattering my sexual naivete.

"Okay, sexy girl, I can't wait any longer. Your scent has invaded my senses and I'm dying to eat that sweet pussy of yours."

Theia led me to a single crate hidden between stacks and helped me to sit upon it. I sat back, leaning against a tall rusty fence behind the crate. She knelt in front of me, pulling my ass to the edge, giving her access to all my awakened charms. I held my coat over Theia as she held my legs back, burying her face between my quivering thighs.

My excitement boiled over as her hot breath alone hit my sensitive clit. Theia pushed two fingers into my quivering pussy, making me cum all over her mouth and chin.

"Damn Sweetheart, I didn't even get a taste yet."

"Please, Theia, taste me now. Please, eat my pussy. I gotta cum again, please!"

"Did I start a fire, Baby?"

"You surely did Theia, I never thought in a million years..., but this is fucking heaven."

Before she could continue, Theia stood up, telling me to cover up.

"Patrol car, cover yourself. Let me talk, okay?"

In my excited state I wouldn't have been much on conversation, anyway. I let Theia handle the police.

"Okay. Hey, wipe your face, you've got my juice all over."

"Oh shit. Thanks."

Theia wiped off as best she could, then kicked my discarded dress behind some trash before turning to the police car entering the alley. The car stopped directly in front of us, both officers getting out.

"Well, good evening gentlemen, trouble?"

"Hey Theia, how are you? Yeah, we got a call about a possible break in across the alley here. What are you doing back here, and who's your pretty friend?"

"This is Anya, friend of mine's daughter. I'm trying to help her through a bad break-up, and it's just too noisy inside to talk."

"Okay, just be careful. You know how it get's around here. By the way, if you need any help with your friend, let me know."

The officer doing all the talking was pretty hot. He kept eyeing me, thinking the same about me, I supposed. I wondered how big his nightstick was, but only briefly. Tonight I belonged to Theia.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, we'll just have to wait. They shouldn't be too long."

"God, Theia, I hope not. I'm dying to feel your sexy tongue on me.

"We'll get there, Baby, just be patient. So what kind of name is Anya?" she asked.

"It's Russian. It means 'grace'.

"So you're of Russian descent?"

"No, my parents lived and worked there when they became pregnant with me. They both liked the name, and figured if I was to be born in Russia, then I should have a native name. Things changed, though. The company they worked for transferred them back to the states right before I was born. They just kept the name because they had planned it for so long."

Within minutes, another police car arrived. Those two officers entered the same building as the first. A wave of bold recklessness took me over. Theia had awakened wonderful new feelings in me, and I decided I wasn't going to stop now just because the police were nearby. I was still seated at the edge of the crate, legs dangling, and spread as wide as my coat would allow. I asked Theia to stand close, facing me. Over her shoulder I could see the building being investigated, keeping an eye out for any officers returning.

"Sugar, what are you up to?"

Taking charge this round, I reached inside her coat, putting my hands on her smooth ebony skin, leisurely tracing the contours of her scrumptious body. Theia closed her eyes, releasing a sigh as my hands and fingers glided over everything within reach, purposely avoiding her breasts and pussy for the time being.