Caramel Flava by Zane

Author:Zane
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2006-06-28T04:00:00+00:00

Colleen used her access code and entered the server room. She placed her laptop bag on the main console and logged into the mainframe. On top of the console were two monitors. One gave a view of the hallway outside the server room and the other a view of the security guard desk. Six other monitors displayed detailed information on the status of the humming servers.

“Wake up, children, Momma’s here,” she said to herself. She removed her jacket and hung it up next to her smock on the black metal coatrack in the corner. She put on her white smock and checked the wall-mounted thermostat. The server room was the normal sixty-seven degrees. She slipped out of her Via Spiga “Alvita” pumps and into her well-worn Minnetonka moccasins, which sat beneath the coatrack.

Shit! I must have left my coffee cup in my car, Colleen thought as she sat her forty-six-inch rump in her ergonomic black leather chair. I should ask Kenji to get it for me. She smiled at the thought. Even though she dared not admit it, she wanted to give in and get some of his exotic cock. She’d heard the rumors about how freaky and well-equipped he was. Her being the sister of the cofounder of TechRealm, Reginald—don’t call me Reggie—Helton, meant she could ill afford to be added to the rumor mill. After she got her master’s in Computer Science from San Francisco State University ten years ago, Reginald gave her a job as the head network administrator. Tonight was her weekly system checkup. For the next four hours, she’d be locked in with her “babies.”

Colleen heard the click of her automatic coffee machine as it began brewing. Archie always made sure to set it up for her on the nights she was scheduled to come in. “Mmmmm, that smells good. Maybe I can get Archie to get my cup for me,” she said as she drew the hazelnut aroma into her nostrils. Colleen glanced at the console and saw the intercom button labeled with Archie’s name. Just as she was about to push it, she looked at the monitor and saw him walking away, putting on his cap. He was going to make his scheduled rounds.

Oh hell. He’s gonna be gone for at least an hour. Her caffeine demons demanded to be fed. She looked at the phone and saw the word JANITOR labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would first ring Kenji’s basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. What’s the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his “meatsicle” along with my coffee cup? A sudden throb of her clit told her what she’d been denying for years: She wanted Kenji’s multicultural dick.

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