A passion for work

Types of tension

Tatum was just standing there, mouth wide open, unable to get a grip of the situation. Mr Abraham was talking but his words were blurred. All she could do was to keep starring at the beautiful woman who was now smiling slightly at her. She had a straight up dreamy smile, it was beautiful but sexy at the same time. This was her new boss? It couldn't be. How was Tatum supposed to work with her?! She could barely be in the same room without making a complete fool out of herself!

"Tatum, are you listening?" She was brought back to reality. She stood up straight and answered "Yes?" He let out a big sigh. "I'm retiring, Tatum. This is Miss Darce, she will be taking over my position." Miss Darce. Tatum could get used to calling her ma'm... "I'm pleased to meet you." Just when Tatum thought she couldn't get more irresistible, she had to say something. Her voice was rather deep, smooth and almost seductively beautiful. "Pleased to meet you too." She blurted out. Get yourself together Tatum! You don't want to look like the dumb gay fool that you are! She was looking at the ground, embarrassed.

Miss Darce got up and walked up to her. Tatum's entire body was shaking as the beautiful woman reached her hand out and placed a single finger under her chin, lifting her head up so they were standing face to face. Her touch made Tatum wish for more, it felt smoking hot on her skin. They accidentally made eye contact and once they did, Tatum couldn't seem to look away. Miss Darce was standing dangerously close as her lips let out a single word: "Better."

Tatum flinched as Mr Abraham made his presence known. Even Miss Darce seemed a bit thrown off. "Well, I'll leave you here to get to know each other." Please don't! Was screaming in Tatum's head. As much as she enjoyed the company of this beautiful stranger, it naturally made her very tense with fear of messing up. She couldn't help it, she was born this way.

Mr Abraham stepped out of the room, closing the door and leaving the two women alone. Miss Darce effortlessly jumped up and sat on the desk once again. She put her hands on either side of her on the table and leaned forward, confidently. "So, Tatum, what's your full name?" Tatum was standing frozen, nerves all over the place, focused on the task ahead: a conversation. It's just like any other conversation, she tried to convince herself, she could do this. "Tatum Beck" She let out with a very shaky voice and hugged the files she was holding tighter. Miss Darce tried to make eye contact with her. "I see. Well, Miss Beck, how come you're so nervous?" Tatum was shocked. She tried not to be biased, but her bluntness resembled that of many autistics she knew. Could this be...?

She suddenly realized she had yet to answer the question. "I...I'm not." Her tone didn't sound very convincing. She bit her lip, cringing at her own words. Miss Darce looked straight at her. "Oh, I'm going to need you not to do that." The tone in her voice was scolding, and Tatum's mind was filled with worry. "D-do what?" She stuttered, avoiding the beautiful woman's eyes. "Bite your lip." Tatum finally looked at Miss Darce in confusion. "You know you're making it very hard for me to stay professional, Miss Beck." Tatum swooned, not being able to believe what she's hearing. She loved being called "Miss" by this woman, and was that flirting she was picking up? It couldn't be, Tatum must be confused. "Don't say you don't feel it too." Tatum remained confused. "The chemistry, Miss Beck." She spoke every word so clearly, yet Tatum still couldn't believe what was happening was real. It felt like she was in a dream. A good one...

"Do you?" This time she sounded strict, and Tatum flinched with fear. Even though her harshness was mixed with a playfullness, Tatum felt she didn't want to dissapoint this woman. And she couldn't deny the tension in the air. "I do." For the first time, she managed to speak her words clearly. Miss Darce suddenly slipped down from her desk. Still nervous, Tatum instinctively took a step back. She looked in the woman's eyes, and quickly got lost in them. It was like she was being hypnotized by this goddess, and she couldn't escape.

Miss Darce seemed displeased at her backing up, and moved even closer. Tatum found her so intimidating, but was secretly loving it. This is a woman who knows what she wants, what she likes, and who doesn't stop until she gets it. And right now, she seemed to want something from Tatum. Taking yet another step closer, she got a slight grin on her face. The tension in the room was reaching extreme levels. Was this...sexual tension? Givning Tatum an answer to her question, Miss Darce took the final step, standing inches away from her.

She reached her hand out and carefully put a strand of Tatum's hair behind her ear. "Can you feel this?" Then Miss Darce made her boldest move yet. She grabbed Tatum's waist, passionitely, took her face in one hand and pulled her in...to a kiss. Tatum was shocked but it didn't take long for her to get used to the beautiful woman's lips on hers. Sparks were flying in the air, her heart was beating faster and faster and she somehow felt at ease. Miss Darce tasted heavenly, and she was such a good kisser.

Losing all control over her body, Tatum was lost to this beautiful stranger. They were glued together, breathing in sync, they became one. Miss Darce was holding her waist steadily in one hand and the other was holding her face. Tatum placed her hands on her face, holding her tightly as if she was afraid of letting go. The speed of their kissing increased along with the heat rising. The air was thick with lust. Miss Darce used one hand to lean Tatum against the wall whilst the other one started exploring her body. Tatum had never wanted anything in her life more than this woman. Suddenly, the door swung open...