B⃟eyonce's POV L.A, California September 18 4:24pm
Obsessed Vibes...
I headed back into the building after having lunch with Onika. She was still upset with me but she's getting over it. I took the elevator up to the sixth floor and got off. As I walked past the empty cubicals and I couldn't help but to furrow my eyebrows. Where the hell is everyone at?
I walked into the main office on the floor and turned on the lights.
"SURPRISE!!!!" Everyone yelled. I swear to god if I had my gun 17 people would have died. I jumped so hard I felt my heart ache, am I really getting old?
"I'm black! What the fuck are y'all doin'?" I asked. The women giggled and the men exchanged looks with one another.
"We wanted to throw you a birthday party. Today is your birthday right?" Jessica asked.
"My birthday was like two weeks ago, y'all late as hell." I said. Jessica scuffed and turned to Brittany.
"Oh my gosh, Brittany I told you to learn and mark down everyone's birthday! Like why do you keep freaking messing everything up! Now she probably thinks we're weird!" Jessica yelled at her blonde assistant. I shook my head.
"Well it doesn't mean a good party should be put to waste. Happy belated birthday Beyonce." Angela spoke up amongst the crowd. I shrugged my shoulders and someone started up the music as others went off in different directions talking to one another.
"So, how old did you turn?" Angela asked. I took a sip of my latte and looked at her.
"What did I tell yo ass earlier this mornin'?" I asked. She blushed looking down.
"Damn, you're wife is soo lucky, if you were mine-
"Skrt. Stop right there, no need to dream and fantasize about what will never be. Keep yo wild thoughts to yourself with yo rhinoceros lookin' ass." I said. She sighed as I walked off joining a group of women who were married and uninterested.
A/N: Ima do something I've never done before, give an irrelevant bitch the spot light.
Angela's POV
I watched Beyonce socialize with the other women of the department. Her blonde locks hanging ever so delicately over her shoulders. I was jealous, jealous of Onika.
"Ok can we get a picture of Beyonce and her associates?" Victor asked. Beyonce sat her drink down and I smirked, slyly making my way over to the counter where her drink was.
"Y'all gottah stand the same way or it'll ruin the picture. Y'all already in uniform so just stand there and let me bring the picture to life." Beyonce cackled.
You can give me life.
"What?" Beyonce asked annoyed looking back at me. I looked off and she continued with the picture rolling her eyes and got into position. Her fine ass.
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I spiked her drink and let it settled as her drink marinated in the substance. I smiled at them as I walked out of the room leaving them to themselves waiting out by the restrooms.
Minutes later Beyonce stumbled through the doors right on time as I counted the minutes with my wrist watch. She held her head and squinted at me.
"Oh hey Angela. Listen, could I use your phone to call my wife and tell her I'm not feeling well. I need her to pick me up and ion know where my phone is." She said. I mentally smirked.
"My phone dies five minutes ago. If you need it I'll give you a ride.." I said. She leaned back against the wall and her eyes lowered. She looked high. I took this as my chance to test the drug out. I stood in front of her, In fact, I stood so close I could taste the alcohol on her breath.my eyes traveled down her body and I but my lip.
"You're so fine Beyonce. I want you to myself." I smirked rubbing my hands over and down her chest.
"How you feelin baby?" I asked. She looked down at me and gasped.
"G-girl get away from me!" She slurred. I rolled my eyes as I placed my knee between her legs and on her crotch, feeling something I don't think I should have.
"What's that?" I asked feeling her up. She let out a soft groan and it caused an ocean in my panties. She had a dick, and it felt so big in my grip.
"Mhm, thought you were going to get away from me that easy didn't you?" I asked. She stumbled pushing me away and heard to the bathroom as I slowly followed her in knowing I could take my time.
She went into the stall quickly undoing her pants and the throbbing in between my legs spoke louder than words itself when I saw it. I locked the restroom door as it was a unisex one person restroom.
"Bey." I spoke softly. She flushed the tootled and cane out to wash her hands but her movement was so slow and confused she wasn't even paying me any attention as she tried her best to keep herself up. I turned around and let her leans against the sink as I pressed my lips hard upon hers. She put up a weak fight as I attacked her lips and let my hands violate every inch off her body.
"Mhmm Ima enjoy this dick. Ima have your baby and then that bitch will have to leave you." I said groping her. I pulled my dress down and got to work.
Onika's POV
"Where the hell is Beyonce?" I asked around her office with Zoe on my hip as she clinger to my breast tightly. Everyone looked at me drooling and I even got a few guys with with boners. I twisted my face up. Drunk asses. I left the room and I heard moaning coming from the restroom. I turned my face up in disgust. Is this seriously where Beyonce works, cause if so she quitting her job today.
The restroom down opened and out stumbled this tall dark skin woman who was trying to fix her clothes and hair. She smiled at me and quickly darts off. I frowned and rolled my eyes.
I heard groaning and Beyonce stumbled out of the restroom with her tie undid and her pants undone as well. I held Zoe closer and turned to walk away without saying a thing to her as I felt the back of my eyes start to burn. ________________________________________________
Wellllll. Told you I was gonna start some shit. And this shit is deep and problematic.
