The Suit & Tie Chronicles

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Drowning the stresses of the day in her cocktail glass, she barely looks his way. "No go right ahead," Cara replies in between sips. In her mind, she's thinking, today is not the day for a cheap come on, especially after the hectic day she's had at work. Twenty-three people were laid off in her department, with her head just barely escaping the chopping block. Her boss gave her a good chewing out with the threat that in the next go-round if she doesn't get her shit together, she will be out the door.

Truth be told, she hates her boss. She doesn’t understand how her spineless, brown-nosing, unorganized, funny-built self was able to land a leadership role anyway. The only thing she's concerned with is power, of which she really doesn't have any. Verbally abused by the higher-ups on a daily basis, her boss, being the chicken shit that she is, in turn, likes to take out her frustrations on the workers. Typical work bullshit, but Cara realizes her days at this job are more than likely numbered. She also knows the day she is fired; she's kicking her boss's ass. She figures if she gets arrested it will be worth it.

But at this moment, she's not in the mood for some suit and tie wearing guy making unwanted passes.

That is until she turns to her right and gets a full view of the guy who just sat down.

Almost choking on her drink, and feeling a bit foolish, she quickly composes herself.

"Hi, sorry about that, today was a shitty day, and I thought you were some jerk trying to make a cheap pass at me."

He smiles.

"Not a problem, I figured that's what you were thinking so I decided to ignore you." He then turns around to face the flat screen tv hanging above the bar, as he chomps on some peanuts in a crystal bowl, while waiting to place his drink order.

A little taken aback by his comment, and feeling somewhat embarrassed, she returns to drowning her stress-filled day inside of her cocktail glass.

While working on her second drink, another suit and tie gentleman walks up beside her.

"Is this seat taken?"

This time, she turns around completely and smiles. "Oh no, no it's not."

The gentleman smiles, taking the seat beside her.

The previous gentleman had left five minutes ago with a spicy Latina, which left Cara kicking herself as the guy she initially blew off was very attractive and could have provided some much-needed tension relief. So, to not make the same mistake twice, she lets her guard down just a tad.

"Kind of slow in here tonight." the handsome stranger replies.

"Yeah. But I'd say that's a good thing, less wait time," she replies smiling.

"Very true," he says while looking over the drink menu. "What are you having?" He points to her half-empty glass.

"Bourbon and Coke."

"Must've been a tough day," he replies.

"You have no idea."

"I can only imagine." He then waves to the older bartender who walks over.

"Hey Jim, what can I get you?"

"I'll have what she's having."

"Today must have been fucked." the older bartender replies with a laugh.

"Ed, you don't know the half," Jim chuckles.

After a few more rounds, Cara is chatting up a storm with Jim.

"I didn't catch your name," he replies.

"No worries, I didn't throw it. I'm Cara, and you are...Jim?"

"Correct." he smiles.

She smiles back. She finds him very attractive, and it's not because of the alcohol. Jim, whose age rests somewhere in his late fifties, can be categorized as a sexy silver fox. Salt and pepper hair, a strong solid build, 6 foot-2 ish or so. Big hands, big feet, so of course, she wonders if the meat is big also.

Not really one to do the whole get picked up in a bar, fuck, and never call again, but today has been one of those days. Their conversation ranges from how much they both hate their jobs, to the Lakers, their favorite dish, and her listening to his hilarious jokes about life in general. At one point she laughs so hard, her delicate hand gently lands on his firm thigh.

The conversation continues, with Cara's hand still resting comfortably on top of Jim's thigh.

Jim then places his large hand on top of Cara's and slowly moves her delicate hand up his thigh, his arousal growing by the minute.

Their eyes meet. Shy smiles develop. They know what it is. Given the fact that her hand is now resting comfortably in between his legs, her fingertips tapping the bulge in his pants.

He leans over and whispers in her ear. "Your place or mine?"

"I don't think I can wait that long," she whispers back.

Pleasantly surprised by her comment, he bites down on the bottom of his lip, the wheels turning in his head.

"How adventurous are you?" he asks, fully turned on, and ready to explode.

"What do you have in mind?"

Jim takes a sip from his glass and smiles.

"Ohhh, ohhhh." she moans followed by his heavy panting as he pumps his hard dick in and out of her engorged pussy.

In the dark alley, hidden behind large crates and boxes, Cara is bent over with Jim banging her from behind. Her mauve pencil skirt scrunched up around her hips, her panties down around her ankles. Her long legs tremble as they struggle to find balance in her pumps. The deeper Jim buries his cock inside of her wet pussy, pounding her harder and harder with every thrust, the louder her moans become. Grabbing a fistful of her black hair and pulling her head backward in an aggressive manner sends her reeling.

"Ohhh, fuck me!" she screams, her voice echoing throughout the dark alleyway.

Flipping her over, now facing him, he hoists her body in the air, her legs clinging around his waist, her arms around his neck, he fucks her standing up, as she bounces up and down on his cucumber-like 8-inch dick. Sweat pouring from his brow, he's thrusting himself inside of her as her moans have morphed into banshee-like wails coated in lusty passion.

Upon feeling himself nearing a climax, his firm ass cheeks clench just as his thick legs stiffen. His cock explodes, unleashing several loads inside of her pulsating pussy, simultaneously bringing her to multiple climaxes. With her still holding onto his hulking figure, he then buries his face in between her large bosom, licking and sucking on her breasts as he unleashes the last drop of his creamy load inside of her.

Lowering her to the ground, both still caught up in the moment, panting, they smile.

"Damn," she replies as she bends down to pull up her lace panties, then straightens her skirt. He shoots out a wad of spit from his mouth, before rubbing his fingers through his hair.

"More like fuck." he replies laughing. "You've got a set of lungs on you."

"Well, I did sing soprano in my high school glee club."

"I believe it." They share another laugh.

After parting ways, she sits behind the wheel of her Mid-Size SUV driving home. Her mind is a little more at ease, but still dreading work in the morning. One thing's for sure, between the alcohol and that epic back alley fucking, she will at least have a good night's sleep.

The following morning, she is called into her boss's office.

"Close the door." her boss replies. "Have a seat."

"What's this about?" Cara asks visibly annoyed.

"Well Cara, upon further review, I am going to have to let you go. You're not performing at the rate that we need you to be, and you don't seem very invested in the company."

Cara breathes a sigh of relief, before latching into her boss.

"Thank You! That's the best news I've heard all day! You are a lazy fat ass and a fucking liar! I'm more invested in this company than you have ever been and probably ever will be! I do your fucking job and all you do is sit in this fucking office eating potato chips and getting fatter by the minute! I've had it up to here with you! Fuck this job!"

Cara stands up confidently, feeling a weight has been lifted and walks out of the office. She then turns around. "By the way, we all know you sucked Edward's dick to get this job!"

Cara gives her boss the middle finger as she walks over to her cubicle to grab her designer handbag. On her way out of the office, she walks past her now-former boss's office door and punches it with her fist. "Bitch!" Cara yells as she struts out of the office with her head held high.

Her co-workers stand up, some smile, others laugh, with the majority cheering her on.

"You tell her girl!" An older lady calls out as Cara walks past her giving her a high five.

Cara stands in the hallway waiting on the elevator. Still, on a high from cursing out her boss, she texts her sister to meet for lunch. The fixture over the elevator lights up, and the doors open. To Cara's surprise, a familiar face walks out of the elevator.

"Fancy meeting you here," she replies smiling.

End.