Are you Stalking me?

Five

Beyonce Knowles
"Couldn't Bare"

"Ooh shit Onika." I moaned out

I rubbed all over my chest while my other hand stroked my dick from the base to the tip.

The picture I had "burrowed" from Onika was doing it's justice. I couldn't even look at it without my member getting rock hard.

My thick semen coated almost the whole picture.

"Fuck." I cursed myself.

I heard knocking on the door.

"Give me a minute." I yelled.

"You been in here for a while, are you ok?" It was Onika.

"Y—yeah. I had a important call." I lied.

"Ok. When you're done come back by my office."

"Ok."

I then heard her heels walking away and I hurriedly clean myself up.

I tried my best to clean off the picture and stuffed it back into my briefcase.

When I walked out into the bathroom, its like I felt a million eyes on me. But I knew no one was paying me no mind, but that's just the way it felt. Anxiety could really be a pain in the ass.

I made it to Onika's office. The door was wide opened but I still knocked.

She looked, smiled, and motioned for me to come in.

I sat down in the white chair faced in front of her.

"How are you liking it so far?" She glanced at me and back to her computer.

"It's nice, like really. I see myself doing this long term." I spoke.

I was hearing her but my eyes were directed directly on her cleavage. She had her brown skin glowing and I was growing. I had to sit my briefcase over my lap.

She started to speak again, "That's great, Beyonce. Even though you're only an intern, you're doing better work than my actual employees."

"Thank you, thank you.."

"Mhm. Do you have any family? Other than Mom and Dad. Maybe a boyfriend, girlfriend, any kids?"

"No."

"Ok good. Because I was actually wondering if you wanted to start working full time, not as of right now of course, but soon."

My eyes widened.

"Is that okay with you? I'll say in the next 4 weeks or so you will be getting paid."

I smiled, "For sure. Momma gone be so pride." I mumbled the last part.

"I'm sure of. Don't disappoint me. People tends to mess up when pressure is added. Are you that type of person, Beyonce?"

She took her attention off of the computer and looked me dead in the eyes.

"N—no ma'am."

"Good. You may be dismissed." She took her eyes away from me and back to the computer.

I kept my briefcase on my lap as I got up. I needed to go back to that bathroom but closing time for interns was near.

I think I could feel pre-cum dripping and onto my thighs.

The way this woman had my dick in a chock hold made zero sense. And she doesn't even know.

I knew I was in deep when I went into a public bathroom and did it. It was the family restroom but still. That was risky ass hell.