Endless meeting dragged in the conference room. Printer hummed in the corner. Coffee stench mixed with her faint jasmine perfume. Heart hammered. Rage boiled. Missed the last elevator to the parking lot. Fuck! Lights vanished down the shaft. Sat on the lobby bench. Building emptying. Cleaners’ carts rattled distant. Security footsteps echoed. Caught my breath. Stood to call a cab. Ground shook. Elevator dinged. Impossible. Doors screeched open. Rushed in. Empty car. Gripped the pole. Fucked-up day. Ass sore from chair. Doors buzzed shut. Sudden jolt. Someone stumbled in. Grabbed the same pole. Bumped me hard. She steadied. Turned. Apologized in Korean. Nodded. Smiled shy. Eyes locked. Slanted, dark. Hooked instantly. Tiny frame. 5’3″. Oval face. Long black hair shimmering purple under fluorescents. Small nose. High cheeks. Full lips. Serene smile. Tight tee hugging perky tits. Jeans hugging ass. Sneakers. Forgot her name already? No escape. Three floors. Stared sneaky. Pointed. ‘I’m Claire.’ She smiled. ‘Morahia.’ Laughed. No words needed. ‘Korea?’ ‘Yes!’ Floor ding. She nodded bye. Gut twisted. Can’t lose her. Leapt out. Doors clipped my heel. Followed. Click-clack her steps. Turned corner. Gone. Keys jingle. There! Unlocking side door to exec lounge. Smiled wide. Pearly teeth. Entered. Soft looks. Invited in. Dream? Plopped on couch. Tiny sake shot. Pointed silk robe. Screen. She vanished. Returned in vibrant kimono. Silk clung. No bra. Nipples poked. Bowed. Led to tatami corner. Lotus pose. Incense glowed red. Jasmine hit. Coffee lingered from breakroom. Sipped tea. Watched her grace. Sage lotus. Ritual done. Low futon. Slipped robe off. Naked. Amber skin. Candle flicker. Small firm tits. Trim bush. Knees buckled. Touched face. Fingers trailed neck. Tits. She untied mine. Pressed close. Perfume drowned coffee. Kissed hungry. Tongues fucked mouths. Gasped. Massaged hair. She stroked sides. Pulled to futon. Explored. Licked skin. Sucked tits. Dove pussy. Salty sweet. Hips bucked. Moans echoed. Printer droned far. Came hard. Nectar flooded tongue. Kissed face tender. She spread legs. Fingers plunged. Fucked deep. She clenched. Orgasmed screaming. Heart raced wild. Pain stabbed chest. Blackout. Why now? Better mid-lick.
Disinfectant stung nose. Eyelids heavy. Clinic bed. Doc in white. ‘Tachycardia. Avlocardyl daily.’ 48 hours out. Tracked her lounge. Night fell. Shadows sharp. Waited bench outside. 11pm. She came. Leather jacket. ‘Morahia!’ Turned. Stunned. ‘You remember?’ Perfect French. ‘Tchen Li. Morahia second name.’ Grandma? Dead 18 years. Shaman. Time-shifted me. Dreamed me too. Tattoo match. Lifted shirt. Crossed swords navel. Grinned. Flipped her over knee. Tee up. No bra. Same tits. Kissed fierce. Tongue war. Unzipped jeans. Silk panty soaked. ‘Virgin.’ ‘Your love lotus.’ Carried to desk. Locked door clicked. Kissed wild. Sucked tits. Ate pussy through panty. Ripped off. Devoured clit. Fingers teased. Came bucking. Lit incense. Jasmin over coffee. Sacred gel on fingers. Chanted. Spread her. Lubed slit. Slow entry. Virgin pop. Fucked hard. Desk rattled. Mouse clicked phantom. Orgasms synced. Sweaty heap. Cuddled. Dawn light. Grandma photo smirked. Kimono same. Risk buzzed. Cleaners near. Back to desk tomorrow. Mask on.