Chapter 2
As she approached the gate of her exquisite residence, Jilian called her housemaid to notify her that she was now just a couple of metres off the residence.
"Hi auntie, please open the gate for me. I am almost there" she asked her to open the intercom gate as she approached.
"Alright, Jilly" she responded as she reached for the intercom button with immediate effect.
Her Redbury rented residential property was a mere two kilometres from the JCC office site. It was a 5 bedroomed penthouse that was on the corner of Gyle Street. As the supreme boss, she did not share it with any of her employees, which was not the case with the twenty-five-year-old Jason whom she had conditioned to share a four-bedroom castle with the elderly Chris. Wherever she had stayed before, she always had a maid to take care of her household responsibilities. She was a very understanding, loving, and generous boss, but she was very strict when it came to the terms and conditions of her work. It was mandatory that aunt Gloria, as she addressed her, go to her cottage upon knocking off at 6 pm so as to make room for her never-compromised personal space. On that day, in particular, she had to ask the sixty-year-old industrious and respectful woman to knock off thirty minutes earlier, of course, for the obvious reason.
"I am so exhausted, auntie, but after a bath, I will be fine. You can knock off now and take a rest" she cleverly requested her to render the main house conducive for her scheme.
"Alright Jilly, let me just put the plates that are on the sink into the dresser" she responded with courtesy and innocence.
"Alright auntie, don't forget to lock the kitchen exit door on your way out" she humbly responded with instructions as she walked upstairs to her master bedroom, which was adjacent to the bathroom.
Aunty Gloria gently closed the auto-lock kitchen door on her way out. Whilst in her bedroom, Jilian hurriedly relieved herself of the work suit she had donned on that day. She was never unpredictable as regards her work plan for any day. All her staff knew from the moment that she arrived that she was going to be in the field and not in the office for the better part of the day. She was that kind of person who was spot on when it came to dressing for the occasion. What was good about her was that she could do anything, no matter how black or blue-collar it was in her line of work, but in doing so she avoided giving her employees a wrong picture. She only did so for role-modeling reasons, so as to tip them to reach her expected duty tempo, after which she could observe and issue orders as work went on. She was a result-oriented boss who never gave anything to chance.
She briefly stood before the 60-inch bathroom mirror looking at what her mother gave her. She palm-pressed her huge and standing boobs whilst flipping her braids sideways before smiling at her own image.
"I am beautiful, yaah! He is handsome and sexy too. I can't wait to roll all over him" she murmured to herself.
"I really miss a good fuck, but I will show him that I am very very dangerous" she boasted to the air as she opened the shower after putting on a shower cap.
She rubbed her favourite Lux lemon bath tablet all over as the gently running showers splashed her well-shaped body with heaps that overlapped just like the bums. She had what most men call a dream body, but getting to be inside that erotic temple was a non-starter for most of them. Little did they know that she was human after all, and all that it required was to hang close around her. Jason's confidence to look her in the eye had earned him a shot at the dreaded pussy. It rarely occurred to her that a man would confidently hang around her for hours without signs of chickening out as Jason had done the previous day as they worked together on the evaluation of the road construction survey report till late in her office. It was also peculiar for a man to tempt her to down her pants in the office, as Jason had asked for upon the two's exchange of kisses and caresses the evening that was. He even went a bit far as he navigated his arm into Jilian's velvet purple skirt, pushing her finger into her silky panty where he started to tickle the extended clitoris on her fatty and inviting pubic area, with Jilian herself having to suppress her burning desire to see the handsome and masculine Jason's angry dick, that she had rubbed with her teasing fingers from the outside as they romanced, pierce through her needy and wet pussy. That mutual erotic chemistry had to be neutralized with a hasty withdrawal and an uncharacteristic return to consciousness on the realisation and that she had never gotten down on the first encounter with any men, so why the sudden compromise of standards then? But truth be told, it was just a matter of unfavourable venue and Jason's first-timer masochism that averted that demystification of her then belittled stereotype.
As much as she was known for being in the field whenever duty called, it came as no surprise that she had to spend every minute closer to him than any other staff member. She usually left her own vehicle in the site office parking lot in preference of the surveyor or driver's ride to the construction site, but on that day, she drove herself and was from time-to-time summoning Jason to a private corner for what appeared to be a top management conversation which was actually a chemistry exchange ordeal synonymous with pants drenching eye contact. No doubt, the size and solidity of the penis she had squeezed with her fingers the previous night had made her fail to gather normal sleep such that she ended up sending him a message in the middle of the previous night.
"Jason, I can't sleep, I wish you could come over to start what you have started" she had to message him upon realizing that a voice call would alert Jason's housemate, Richard.
"I can't sleep either, don't know what to do Jilian" he had responded with an unprecedented mention of his boss's name.
"I need your penis, I can't lie, Jason. Okay, we will plan tomorrow then" she had dodged the conversation as she hastily pushed her own finger into her wet clamouring vagina.
"Sweet dreams Jilian" he had confidently affirmed the first name-calling.
As that night crawled into dawn, the erotic build-up between the two still conveyed the same propensity to go all the way, as evidenced by their persistent private chemistry at the construction site leading to their pending moment of reckoning. In any case, sex is a need and they were not saints from convents and seminaries to be exempted from its call.