Make Me Drip (Paused)

chapter 3 Jane

It was the first day of training, I was still reeling from the fact that they had actually hired me, not that I wasn't qualified but I had been sending out resumes for the last couple months with no success.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at myself, I had decided to wear a knee length black skirt and a white blouse and a fushcia cardigan and a pair of sexy black wedge. I had to look good, they say first impressions last, and rather than someone gossiping about how you looked bad, it was better they talked about how good you looked the first day, and perhaps settled with the idea that you were just snobbish.

I walked in the room and found a seat far away from the girls and smacked right in the middle of a couple guys who looked like they could very well turn out to be the trouble makers. I sat taking the time to look around, no one caught my interest, well except this brown chick sitting almost to the left of me. She wore a nice square shaped tested glasses, a black masculine trousers and a unisex pink shirt. She sat dazed, not particularly looking at anyone, then she unconsciously licked her lips. Dauum! I was pulled into her, her eyes, those sexy pink luscious lips, her look; the semi stud look, it was magnetic.

I shook my head, desperately trying to dissuade these thoughts from taking over my mind. I turned my attention to the trainer who had some time ago entered the room. After focusing for a couple seconds I realized that the entire room was in the middle of introducing themselves. It's a good thing I had shifted my thoughts as I was next. "Hi, my name is Jane and I am all into doing charity work, empowering people and volunteering". Hi, Charity, the entire room replied. I giggled shyly and wondered why they all sounded like members of an AA (alcoholic addicts) meeting. I mentally rolled my eyes and hoped the day would end.

"Hi, my name is Kerry Ann", that was all I heard. If she said anything else, I didn't hear, she was overly shy and cute. Damn it, I was back to this again. The trainer sent us on a break and I couldn't get out there fast enough, I couldn't look at her another second, the thought of pressing her against the computer desk and kissing the red off her lips, overwhelmed me. I wondered if they tasted like how they looked, strawberry flavored.

Sachia, the trainer dismissed us early, she had some crap to do, and I couldn't be more grateful, anywhere away from this girl and back to my world where I was fighting the feeling of loving girls, was welcomed. I headed to a borrowed locker and took out my bag, handed over the keys to the security and headed for the door. As I was about to scan the I.D., she stepped in front of me, I got a whif her cologne. I smiled internally and headed for the gate resolving that I was in a losing battle.