My Kinda Night

~~meeting Michael

I awoke to the sound of dishes being clanked around. I immediately jumped up. I felt around the dark room for a makeshift weapon, you had to be careful in this side of town. I unplugged the lamp I crept out of the room, keeping quiet as I did. I knew what I had to do, I had to stay quiet so the intruder would think I was sleeping. I creeped to where I heard the sounds coming from, trying to keep my breathing steady even though it was hard to. I was so close, just a few more steps-

      "Janice?" Stella's head poked out of the kitchen. She narrowed her eyes when she saw me holding the lamp in the air. "What's going on girly?"

      I stared at her for a few seconds, then burst into giggles. "Oh my goodness! God dammit Stella, I thought you were a robber or some shit!"

      She wasn't laughing, but had a confused grin on her face, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you."

     "It's all good. What are you doing for the day?" I asked her, I knew what I was doing.

      "I'll find out later. What about you?"

        "I, am going to stop by whatever his names is office." I announced, oddly proud of myself.

"It's Michael Clint, and have fun with that!" yelled Stella as she left outside the door.

"Thanks for washing the dishes!" I shouted to her, although I doubt she could hear me from down the hallway. I didn't have to time to think about that though, I had to get ready to go meet Michael.
As I was rummaging through my closet, I found a mini skirt, a Gucci crop top, and a bomber jacket. I applied the sluttiest possible makeup, and I was amazing at that, then I put on some of my 5 inch heels, grabbed my purse, and head out the door.

~~

      I arrived at the Clint Enterpises. The buildings were insanely attractive, just like Michael. I stared in awe for a second or two, then took a step forwards. There were people coming in and out of the buildings like ants in an ant hill. I felt out of place with my hooker style, but that was my thing. I walked right up to the front desk with a confident smirk on my face.
    "I'm looking for Michael Clint."

      The girl behind the desk eyed me up and down and made a disgusted face. I should have slapped that bitch right then and there. "Jenny right here will take you to him." She nodded her head to another woman standing beside me. Where did she come from and why is there so many damn woman working here. I rolled my eyes at her, simply because I don't like her, then followed the 6.5 ft tall woman named Jenny. We take an elevator to a fancy hallway which leads to a large door.

     "Be quick," she tells me, "Mr. Clint has a meeting in an hour." I give her a slight smile and stepped into the room.

      Wow. The office was huge. And Michael, he looked marvelous. He was in a white dress shirt that was showing off his muscular torso. I stood there for a few seconds, and when he didn't notice me I took a step forwards. "Mr. Clint?"

      "Mhm." He mumbled, without looking up.

        I walked right up to him, and put a hand on his shoulder. Then I waited.

      He slowly lifted his head, and when he saw me he looked surprised. "Janice! Wh-what are you doing here!" I noticed his glance move down to my breasts, which were easily exposed in my low, tight shirt.

"I wanted to talk to you, Michael." I said slyly, with a smirk on my face.

He bit his lips. "Mmm. I'd love to talk, but how about we set up a time later. Tonight maybe? Over dinner."

I tried to look as seducing as possible. I bit on my lip, bent over his desk so my breasts were in his face, and stroked my fingers alone his jawline. "But Michael, I want to talk now."

He didn't take his eyes off my breasts, until he stood up and straightened his blouse. He put his hand on my ass and gave it a tight squeeze. "I'll be seeing you tonight, Janice." He led me out of his office with a large grin on his face.