A Bitch Named Karma. Stephanie Haefner

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      “Well, um, go ahead and send her in,” he said over the speakerphone. Even with a McDonald’s drive-through quality, the sound of his voice had added to my arousal.

      “Tough day, baby?” I asked in my most seductive manner as I strutted into his office.

      “Oh, yeah…crazy,” he said without looking up, his fingers fast at work on the computer’s keyboard. I watched them peck at the keys with precision, yearning for them to be on me instead. Looking back to his face, I saw a bead of sweat roll down his forehead and noticed his tie was loosened too.

      “Ooh, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” I untied my belt and unbuttoned my coat, then inched it down my shoulders and onto the floor, a seductive move I’d learned during a strip-tease class. Zak looked up from the computer as I leaned on the desk, cleavage pouring from my tiny transparent bra. His bottom jaw fell to the keyboard.

      I felt something scratchy under my hand and looked down to find an emery board.

      “What’s this for?” I asked, stepping out of my starring roll in this office porno flick.

      “Uh, nothing. I guess Ruth left it there when she came in earlier.”

      Not really caring about the answer, I flung the nail file aside and got back into character. I walked around Zak’s desk and straddled myself around my man, grinding on his already hard protrusion. Just the sight of my half naked body excited him and I loved that. My hands yanked the tie from his neck and began opening his shirt. I pressed my lips to his, forcing them apart as I pushed my tongue deep inside. He tasted like cinnamon Binaca, his breath refresher of choice.

      “We can’t do this! What if someone walks in?” he asked in a semi-panicked tone.

      “Zaky, you know no one comes in here without Ruth buzzing you first. Come on, let Georgie Boy come out and play!” I unhooked my bra.

      Zak’s eyes fixated on my erect cotton candy colored nipples—he was always a breast man.

      My lips traced a path to his ear and whispered my most favorite dirty line, “Georgie Porgie, put it in my pie!”

      * * * *

      Once I’d gotten what I wanted from Zak, I kissed him one last time and told him I’d see him at home. His labored breathing continued even as I walked out the door.

      The sun shone over the city on a beautiful Indian summer day and the warmth penetrated my dark long-sleeve coat. I wished I could take it off and soak in some Vitamin D but as adventurous as I was, I wouldn’t dare walk down the street in lingerie.

      My mind replayed the fantastic orgasm I’d experienced, bringing a goofy smirk to my face and a flutter throughout my body. It reminded me of the euphoria I’d felt after finishing my manuscript a couple hours earlier. And the royalty check that had been shoved to the bottom of my Fendi bag when I topped it with my discarded pants and shirt. It stood next in line for my love and devotion and maybe even a hot kiss or two. I caressed its body first, then like a giddy kid in a candy store, ripped open the envelope. Staring back at me was a check for a quarter of the amount I normally received.

      A glitch in the system most likely. There had to be a zero or something missing. I got on my cell and called Val, but was sent directly to her voicemail.

      “Val, babe. I just opened my check and there must have been a problem in Accounting. I think someone needs to be fired!” I said in my silly diva tone. “But anyway, call me after you straighten it out and I can stop by for the rest of my money. Ciao!”

      * * * *

      After a shower and wardrobe change I made my way to my favorite shoe boutique, regardless of the figures on my check. A computer glitch didn’t scare me one bit. I wouldn’t let it keep me from a well-deserved treat.

      Tristan greeted me as I walked in, and air-kissed both my cheeks.

      “Daaahling! Where on earth have you been?”

      “Oh, busy with the latest masterpiece. You know how that goes!”

      “Can’t wait to read it!” He grinned at me. “Have a seat and I’ll be right with you. Some new little peaches just arrived and I know you’ll love them!”

      Tristan returned a few minutes later with eight boxes of shoes, each one in my dainty size six and a half. Each pair he unveiled became my favorite. Making the decision on which to adopt would be excruciating. Each adorable twosome stared up at me with puppy dog eyes and pleaded, “Pick me! Choose me! Love me!”

      Buying a pair of shoes is much more than strapping some pieces of leather to your feet and taking home the first ones that fit right. It is a commitment, a long lasting relationship—usually longer than most boyfriends. These shoes had to be sturdy, dependable and able to support me through anything. They’d show me off and make me look spectacular. These amazing little ego boosts did so much more than protect my feet from the rigid Earth.

      I narrowed my decision down to red kitten heel slides and a pair of cheetah print stilettos with an open toe. Decisions, decisions! After mulling it over and modeling them for Tristan one last time, I still couldn’t make up my mind.

      “You know, there’s only one solution to this problem,” he said to me with twinkling eyes. “Take them both!”

      “I like the way you think!”

      Pleased with my purchases, I turned to leave the boutique, spying something cute near the door.

      “Oh my God, those aren’t...” I turned back to Tristan.

      “Yes, they are!”

      Examining the minuscule hot pink doggie boots, I knew Cha Cha’s wardrobe couldn’t be complete without them. Leaving the shop with a couple treasures for myself and also something for my baby, I promised Tristan I’d visit again soon. I sent Zak a naughty text message, describing the newest additions to my shoe fetish collection and which sexual positions I’d be modeling them for him in.

       Chapter 2

      When the clock struck five on a Friday afternoon, it signaled the end of the hectic workweek and start of weekend bliss. I walked to Cosmos, where each week I met Marcus, Brenda and Rachel, for happy hour, and I swore I heard the entire city breathe a sigh of relief.

      Outside the bar, a strange woman stood nearby wearing a long patchwork dress fusing together hideous mismatched fabrics, one appearing to be burlap or something else equally coarse. Her long reddish-orange hair flowed past her behind and she ranted about something. I ignored her screeches as I walked by until her pale hand shoved a photocopied paper in front of my face.

      “Change your destiny!” she screamed. “Karma will destroy your life if you don’t change your ways!”

      “Yeah, okay lady.” I pushed the Karma Kronicle back at her.

      “You’ll be sorry…” I faintly heard as I continued on.

      Whatever. I had much more important things to deal with than loonies on the street.

      I entered Cosmos a little after five and Marcus waved me over to a table. Smiling СКАЧАТЬ