Baby Can I Upgrade You?

2. Happy Endings

Imani

I'm standing alone on a balcony overlooking a serene lake with swans swimming under the star-filled sky. I look up, appreciating the glittering jewels in the sky. A cool breeze blows through my hair, sending a lone shiver down my spine. Suddenly, something warm and silky covers my bare shoulders and back. A small smile of appreciation adorns my cold face. I turn around to find a gorgeous stranger has placed his jacket on my shoulders. He is a gorgeous specimen with beautiful ebony skin glossing over his angular face with a sharp jawline dusted with a sexy five o'clock shadow which outlines his high cheek bones and merges into his perfectly barbered hairline which perfectly frames his godly face. His almond-shaped gray eyes framed by long sweeping lashes look deeply into mine, and I just about lose myself in their alternate universe. I drop my eyes just for them to land on his full tempting lips. I have to swallow back the lump of lust in my throat. I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth slyly. I open my mouth to start to thank him, but before I can get a word out, he covers my lips with his incredibly soft ones, wrapping me in a warm embrace. Electrifying shivers run down my spine, warming me all over, and I fall deeper under his spell. His jacket slips off my shoulders as our kiss deepens, and his big warm hands slowly caress up my back, replacing the fallen shroud. He pulls away slowly and huskily whispers my name, "Imani." I wonder how he knows my name, but I am too blissfully dazed to question it. He says my name again questioningly, "Imani?"

"Imani? Imani! IMANI! IMANI, WAKE UP!"

I am jolted out of my steamy dream by Marcel's shrill voice in my ear and him violently shaking my shoulder. Damn, a girl can't even get a happy ending in her dreams! I swat away his hand, sit up, and slowly blink away the sleep in my eyes. A big yawn suddenly bursts out of my mouth, and I stretch out my stiffness. I take in my surroundings and realize I have fallen asleep in my office again. This is seriously becoming a too frequent occurrence. I shake the sleep out of my head and try to pat down my wild hair as best as I can.

"Damn, girl, I know your office is lush and er'thang, but do you really have to sleep here EVERY DAMN NIGHT?" Marcel dramatically questions me while placing some folders, a red cappuccino, and lemon poppy muffin on my desk. I feel myself immediately perk up and my mouth waters.

"Ha! Not EVERY night! You really need to stop lying. You know Jesus don't like that! Plus, you know it's been hectic around here lately. It's just easier to get things done if I don't always go home," I retort, defending myself as I stand up, folding my small throw and picking up my shoes and jewelry from last night from the coffee table.

"Whatever you say, girl! We both know your ass lonely, and you don't wanna go back to your empty, cold ass house!" Marcel shouts back dismissively as he sashays out of my office, leaving no room for further argument.

Whatever! I grumble to myself as I stand in front of my mini closet, looking for today's outfit. I wish I could say Marcel was completely wrong and exaggerating, but the twinge in my heart at some of his words says otherwise. I pick out a simple black blouse with pleating detail on the front and sleeves, blood-red skinny jeans, a matching black lace bra and panty set, and black leather thigh-high boots, which I take into the bathroom. I walk in muttering to myself, still a little annoyed by what Marcel said, and it's because he's right. Yes, business is booming. Spring is our busiest season, but I have nothing else going on in my life. It's getting harder and harder to create other women's fairy-tale weddings, witnessing their happiness, and going home to an empty house. I haven't had a relationship in three years, and I'm twenty-eight, for goodness sake! I can feel my biological clock ticking away, and I don't see Mr. Right on the horizon.

I sigh dejectedly and step into the hot shower, trying to wash away my despair in the shower and attempt to drown it in my favorite mango body wash. As I lather the slippery substance over my body, I let my mind wander back to the dream and know exactly the type of pick me up I need. I close my eyes and think back to the dream and imagine the man I name James in my mind again. I see his towering frame, otherworldly eyes, and those juicily tempting lips. I picture those lips on my breasts, kissing and licking as I gently massage my breasts, playing with my nipples. I rub and tug them between my thumb and index fingers, imagining James's teeth and lips playfully nibbling and sucking on my hard peaks. I softly moan in pleasure and lean against the wall right under the water, enjoying how the water caresses down my body, adding to the pleasure of my sensitive body. I slide my right hand down my body over the bulge of my belly and down into the valley between my legs. I slowly rub my palm over my wet lips, and my protruding clit gets touched, sending a pleasurable shudder up my body. I repeat the action, pressing a little harder against my arousal, imagining it's James's hard head teasing my clit. I must bite my lip to muffle my satisfied moans. I slip my middle finger between my slick folds and feel my hot juices coat it completely, and I slip my finger further inside. Oh, God! I slip a second and third finger in, feeling James fill me up. I pump my fingers in and out vigorously, panting out in pleasure. Yes! Yes! Yes! I feel my climax approaching, and I slip the third finger out, moving the other two in a "come here" motion, resulting in me hitting my g-spot. Lord have mercy! I almost cry out as my legs start to shake. My juices flow down my leg, mingling with the cascading water, and I pinch my left nipple. I do the motion a couple more times, and the coil that was tightly wound in my belly springs free, and I feel myself come apart. I quickly grab onto the shower door for support as my legs shake uncontrollably, and I slide to the tiled shower floor. I sit panting breathlessly beneath the water, careful not to wet my hair as I ride out the last waves of my orgasm. I finally feel stable again and get up to finish my shower. I can't exactly walk around the office smelling like sex. I complete bathing myself with a smug smile on my face. Thank you, James!

I quickly finish getting ready and stand in front of the bathroom door psyching myself up for the day ahead. I take deep breaths and chant in my head, I am a creator of happiness! I am a creator of happiness! I am a creator of happiness!!!

I open the door with a bright smile. I'm ready to slay all these happy endings.