Stacy, that delightful young lady from the other day, would be the chance that he was yearning for.
“Hi there!” Stacy chirped.
“Now, don’t tell me, I remember this… Falafel, extra pita and lots of hummus. Is that it?”
“My my, I’m impressed!”
“What can I say? Photographic memory. That is what you wanted, right?”
“I wasn’t sure but, hey, why not? Make it easier for you.”
Rael could’ve prepared the lunch blindfolded if he’d had no choice. He made sure to sculpt it just as he had done with her first Falafel. A queue was building person by person but neither minded too much.
“What’s your name if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I’m Stacy,” she sounded surprised but flattered.
“Rael. Pleasure to serve. Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Of course.” She turned her head to the antsy customers. “Will they mind?”
“I’ll be quick. Would you like to have a drink with me tonight?”
Stacy blushed. At first, she didn’t know what to make of being propositioned by the man with the halal cart. On the other hand, the Roger ship had long since sailed. Rael seemed nice. Maybe that was all that was required.
“Sure. Here’s my card. I get off at six.”
They traded Falafel for business card.
“This one’s on me, all right?” Rael raised his eyebrows.
“Such a gentleman,” Stacy giggled as she turned back to her Madison Avenue chamber. Rael immediately flashed the next patron — an icy bank manager — a winning smile as he took the man’s order. It would seem that their prayers had been answered. Rael didn’t need to daydream any longer about his dream girl, although his thoughts would often drift to the possibility of a physical engagement with Stacy.
As the sunlight began to dim, Rael would step over to the corporate fortress under instructions that he was to meet Stacy at the top floor overlooking Fifth Avenue and beyond. A kindly concierge would motion Rael to the one gold-encrusted elevator that wasn’t out of service, and he’d be right at the top in two blinks of the eyes.
The floor would show only the minimal signs of life as everyone else grabbed their jackets and iPads en route to their dreary domestic lives. All the way down the corridor was Stacy. She is arched over the desk, her heels dangling from her toes. She rotated her head and exhaled a wistful sigh.
“I’ve been waiting for you…”
Rael slams the door behind him. He reaches out and draws the blinds, so the windows into the main office are completely curtained. After wiping his brow, Rael paces to Stacy and pets along her legs until his hand is directly between her thighs. As he reaches further towards the fire that lies between, Rael gently swoops toward her lips and implants a tender kiss. Stacy returns in kind with a deep penetration of her tongue. Her shoes drop. Rael mounts the mahogany desk and forcefully brushes the phone and assorted papers asunder.
She runs her fingers up his deep muscles that are pinning her down. He grunts ever so slightly as he ramps up the electricity of his kisses. Like a feline clawing low to the ground for a meal, he makes his way down her body and loosens the buttons of her thin white blouse. A shiver bursts throughout her bones, joints, and nerves.
He lowers the skirt as well as himself into her sex. While sucking the sweet nectar from within, his hands reach up and twist the nipples of her pear-shaped breasts. Her fluids seep all over his scruff and puddle the recently polished desk. As there are still drones buzzing about the workplace in its last waking hours, Stacy must stifle her pleasure-soaked cries by biting down on her index finger. She simmers for him.
“Take me… I’m yours….”
So Rael removes his staff and slips inside the home. He clutches onto the sides of the desk as he penetrates slowly and deeply. The temptation for Stacy to cry out grows as hard as Rael’s thrusting. She turns on her side and flips Rael over. Stacy reaches around to his inner thigh and allows her pelvis to snake up and down him.
She collapses into his face and sucks down on his lips. She is hopping on top of him. He can feel the presence of disgruntled, undersexed workers hovering outside the concealed windows wondering if their hunch about what goes on behind the closed doors of offices is actually true.
These disgruntled, undersexed workers were not in the Madison Avenue office building but in a line that wrapped around the curb as they waited for their exotic fast food. Rael had caught himself daydreaming for the hundredth time. But he was a professional and it only ever took him a second or two to get back into the swing of things. The queue had dissipated just a few passing bursts of Midtown traffic. As his business boomed momentarily, Rael felt a firm pat on his back.
“Cleaning up, Rael?” Carmine joked.
“I do all I can. How’s the coffee racket?” Rael shot back.
“Take it easy, brother.” Carmine chortled under his breath as he swaggered toward his shop.
***
HIS invitation from Julia still felt as hot as the Middle-Eastern delicacies that Rael was whipping up for his customers. He intended to ride this high as long as he could, or at least until he was linking arms with her in the hopes of joining her for a night of indiscretion. When he reached the coffee shop, he noticed a similarly unruly line throbbing from the counter to the front door. Jane was the only one on staff. Carmine watched from a distance and noticed that her pace was lagging. “That’s not like her,” he thought.
“What’s going on, Jane? It’s lunch hour. Let’s get these people back to work.”
“I’m sorry, Carmine,” Jane replied.
In truth, Jane’s glow from her rendezvous with Jarvis had yet to wear off. The gears working inside her locked down by the memories of everything that happened against that tree. She respected Carmine too much to indulge in her thought process anymore. A quick stamp of her foot got her working at the typical Jane pace again. The customers dwindled. Carmine leaned into the counter.
“Julia could be here any minute. Try not to backslide like that again.”
“I know, I just…” Jane trailed off with a bright smile. Carmine studied her reaction and laughed.
“Has somebody fallen in love?”
“Oh, not exactly, I just had a grand night recently.”
“Wonderful! None of my business then,” Carmine remarked as he made a few steps toward the office.
“Carmine, have you ever had a New York encounter? Those times when the spirits of the Big Apple bring two people together whose paths wouldn’t normally cross. The thrill of the city gets into their lungs and they’ll do anything to have each other right then and there. I used to think that was a myth, just something you saw in movies and TV shows. Well, now I know… it can happen to anyone. Maybe it’ll even happen to you.”
Carmine chuckled to himself. “Mind the counter, Jane.”
In fact, it was that kind of encounter that Carmine craved from his impending night with Julia. Granted, they had known each other for a long time, but only as business colleagues. Jane’s romanticized description still qualified as long as he got to meet the real Julia. How likely was this to happen? Passionate storm clouds were brewing above his mind’s eye but was their any lightning getting ready to strike? Carmine found himself obsessing over her invitation every five minutes since he received it. A spreadsheet stared at him from his desktop, waiting and pleading to be pumped and filled with the shifts for the upcoming work week.
Focusing wasn’t an option, so he opened up his drawer to find an emergency bottle of Black Label. As he reached in for the alcoholic phallus, Carmine heard a knock on the door. His heart skipped a beat. The bottle thudded back into the drawer. Carmine was suspended in a pose of horror until he knew for sure that it wasn’t broken. After sliding the contraption shut, he invited the knocker in.
Julia shuffled into Carmine’s office. She kept the door shut by hiding her hands behind her back and thinly holding down the fort.
“Julia! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here today?”
She smiled suspiciously. “Did Spinoza botch the shipment again?”
“Oh, no, nothing like that! Just a bit of a hectic afternoon as you can probably see.”
“Jane seems to be in a pleasant mood. She has this glaze and spring in her step. My driver has it, too. Love must be in the air,” Julia laughed.
“Must be. I’m just working on the schedules.”
“Okay then, Carmine, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to give you the details about the party. As I said, it’s pretty casual. Jarvis should be at your place with the Limo by 7:00. He’ll probably get you and then bring you to me
