Chapter 49 CHAPTER 49
ALINA’S POV
“You don’t know! You don’t know anything. I’m so worried you’ll get entangled with the wrong man all because you’re sexmatized. Imagine if you end up having sex and it’s good but with a bastard of a man. Imagine that, Lina!”
Yeah I could imagine. I could definitely imagine, I already knew one bastard.
“That kind of situation quickly gets you dickmatized.” she continued, “Do you even know what that is? To be dickmatized?”
“oh c’mon Cleo-
“It controls you, Lina. It clouds your normal, rational judgments and just generally displaces you in the wrong way. It’s the freaking absolute worst and totally unhealthy, especially for you. Which is why I’m telling you to take this serious, take charge of your sex-life before it takes charge of you. Before it controls you.”
“It controls me?” I repeated, chuckling a little now. “Clo that’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean…I can control my body.”
“You think it’s funny don’t you?” she said, offended. “You’re laughing. You think it’s funny that sex can actually end up controlling you, why don’t you wait until you start seeing it happen then. Hmm? Let’s wait until it clouds your mind, until your pens, pencils starts bending like dicks in your eyes, your tables good enough for sex! Let’s wait until the workers around you start looking all appetizing and sexy in your eyes. Wait until you start actually imagining them doing crazy stuff to you, your ass getting spanked on that glass desk of yours, or even worse in that new Seraph section we’re working on right in Oxygen! Let’s wait until all that, Lina.”
“Come off it please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “That’s never going to happen. Why will I find the workers attractive, having sex with- c’mon Cleo.”
“Girl I’m telling you. Let’s just wait until it all starts, I’ll see if you’ll laugh then.”
“It will not happen, I’m telling you.”
“Let’s just wait and see. Wait and see Lina.”
“Yeah let’s see. I trust myself you know.”
“Trust?” she laughed. Hard.
“Laugh all you want but I’m in charge here.”
I’m in charge.
I trusted myself. I could handle my own shit, handle a few horny days, last night was proof enough. Nothing a cold good shower wouldn’t do, plus I’d come up with other stuff too.
I could handle myself alright?
“Girl, can I have your lace thongs? You won’t be using them anytime soon I mean.”
I rolled my eyes. Rolled it to the very ends this time. “You just want to borrow stuff all the time.”
“Yup! Add some breast pads too.” she added, nonchalant. Typing away at something, her laptop I assume. Which reminded me I was at work too. I was at work and yet getting no job done thanks to sex coach Cleo.
“Fine. Come get them after work.” I said to her, sitting right up and starting on my system. Time to get to work.
“Err, girl?”
Not without Cleo interrupting though.
“What?” I answered her, eyes on my screen. Ears listening to her.
“I was wondering,” she started, “I was wondering if that woman from last night, the one in the room you went into… was she a D cup size too?”
I paused, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Was she a size D-cup breast?” she repeated, serious.
“Why ever will you ask me that, Cleo? Like why?”
“Because you said they were huge? I’m trying to know how huge c’mon.” she simply said. Like it was totally normal. “So were they like yours? Big, round…perky?”
I arched an eyebrows, turning my phone even if she wouldn't see me.
“Were they smaller than yours? Bigger? Like big, big, bigger??”
Oh my God.
“C’mon,” she whined. Totally not seeing anything wrong right now.
“Clo, I’m not telling you anything. It’s uncomfortable.” I said to her, returning to my screen. But she didn’t stop like a normal person. Cleo wasn’t even normal to begin with.
“Uncomfortable you say?” she started, “I’m just trying to know if I’m one of the last women with little swells on my chest. Like i could be the only one right now in this part of the world with tiny breasts, I deserve to know!”
“Wha…Clo, you’re a solid C-cup!” I bellowed, disbelief. “You have a solid full C-cup breasts-
“And yet I’m a D!” She exclaimed, loud. “You’re a D Lina, everyone’s a D! Josphine’s a D, Eva is a D, even Nicole’s a D! Everyone’s a D except me. I have to know, I need to know. I need to imagine what it feels like to make up for what I don’t have don’t you get it??”
“Wh-wh- Oh my God.” I let out, beyond belief right now. “What am i going to do with-You know what?”
I picked up my phone, leaving my screen. “Get out.”
“What?” she had the nerves to say, chuckling slowly on speaker. “What are you saying?”
“I said get out of my phone. Get out of my phone, Cleo. Get out!”
She crackled. Loud.
“Alina you-
“Get out,” I ended the call then. Putting down my phone, her laughter ending almost instantly. Faint smiles on my lips.
“Crazy ass,” I just shook my head. “So crazy.”
Crazy Cleo.
But crazy as she was… I loved her. Loved her antics way too much, listened to her way too much. Too much for my own good else explain why a couple of hours later after our call, her words seemed to have found manifestation with me.
Her words from earlier.
The sex talk.
The control before it controls you. Somehow it all seemed to be playing out, and in ways she’d said them.
At first I started work as usual. Drafted out what I was going to do for the day, began them, went down to Seraph wing, intentionally avoided any possible leads to that particular hallways upstairs, or worse a trip down memory lane from last night. I was doing all that and doing them good until…
Until my eyes suddenly caught sight of one of the workers. A worker drinking water. From a bottle. It wasn’t even about the worker, or the bottle…it was the water itself. It way it was moving in the bottle, flowing to the tip, entering into the workers lips, his throat and then his body. Condensation lines running all over, dripping. Dropping unto his face like splash from… from an overly excited bottled water. God knows why it was so excited, I watched it all run down his neck, his chin, reaching his Adam's apple, following the steady gobble movement there.
My eyes caught it all, and with that I swallowed. Hard.
But that was just the beginning. I saw more things. Became aware of more things. Suddenly became aware because I wouldn’t on a normal day, I hadn’t done so all these while.
I imagined stuff when the red lights came on for testing. Workers moving all around me, young, muscles ripped and everything. Especially the one setting up the stage table in the main lounge. Fuck, a worker had never looked so good. So raw.
Quickly my eyes followed his friends, all of them looking similar. Strong. So fucking strong, they were strong men.
Hmm.
I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I hit myself against a pole close-by. Just walking right into it, my forehead feelingthe bang, but my breasts…my girls were surely evenly spread apart right then and there. In front of everyone’s eyes, but they weren’t even looking at me that way. At least their surprised, concerned faces said so.
“Are you okay, ma’am? That hit was loud.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” was all I could muster. Stupid and sheepish. “It’s nothing, go on. Carry on with your work, I’ll just… just go get this checked.”
I left without another thought. Almost wanting to run away in embarrassment, if only I didn’t have the reputation of Consultant to keep.
“Good heavens, Alina.” I scolded as soon as I reached my office, letting out a breath. “What the hell is that? Like what the hell?”
I stood for a minute, just breathing. Pulling my shit together, then my eyes fell on my desk. The stuff there. Laptop, pen holder, planner, printed mood boards, sticky notes, my purse, files and…a fruit basket.
An actual fruit basket, but problem.
I never had a fruit basket. I didn’t have one on my desk before stepping out earlier, so I shouldn’t come back to one sitting right there.
I moved to it quickly of course, already suspicious. But tell me why upon reaching my desk, my seat, examining the basket carefully, pulling out stuff, fruits. My hands suddenly reached a banana and…
It felt smooth.
Really smooth, but with a little bumpy thing at the head area. It was green, and beautiful. Full. Fresh. Thick.
Thick.
That was the word. The very word that spiraled it all, and after that, only one thought sat on my mind.
This banana looked like a good cock.
A really beautiful looking cock, I mean it was shaped and bent with a strangling curve. A curve meant only for the organ between a man’s legs. It looked like a cock. The banana looked like a cock!
I was just about to happily search for another one when I realized what I was doing. Cleo’s words replaying almost instantly.
“Let’s wait Lina. Wait until it clouds your mind, until your pens, pencils starts bending like dicks in your eyes, your tables good enough for sex! Let’s wait until the workers around you start looking all appetizing and sexy in your eyes, until you start imagining them doing crazy stuff to you, your ass getting spanked on that glass desk of yours, or even worse in the new Seraph section we’re working on right in Oxygen!”
I gasped almost immediately. The banana falling from my hands, landing on the floor with a thud. A thud that got me staring at it like it wa ssome nuclear bomb waiting to go off.
“Oh my God,” were the only words that came out. Shame. Cold. Fear. “Oh my God!”
What’s going on with me? What am I-
This was Cleo’s fault! All Cleo’s. she inputted these ideas in me. Feed them all to me this morning, and now…now I was acting them all out.
“Where did this stupid basket come from anyway?” I asked aloud, finally questioning about the strange basket. Something I should’ve done, instead I was busy…busy admiring some stupid banana.
I grabbed the fruit from the floor, stuffing it right back where it came from. As well as all other stuff. Only then did I see the note. The note attached to it.
“Sleep well?
Last night seemed…a lot for you.
”
You’re kidding.
He didn’t.
Oh he didn’t…
That damned bastard didn’t send me this fruit basket.
Did he?