Chapter 3

As Krystal stepped into the office building, the familiar sounds of chatter and the clicking of keyboards greeted her. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the sea of cubicles. She took a breath, mentally preparing herself for the first day of the week. As Krystal walked toward her desk, she heard a cheerful voice cut through the noise.

“Krystal! Girl, you look fabulous!”

It was Jasmine, a thin, sexy, and fun-loving Black girl with striking features and a flair for bold fashion. Today, she wore a revealing dress that clung to her petite frame, showcasing her ample breasts that seemed to defy gravity. The low neckline of the dress drew attention, highlighting her curves while the short hemline left little to the imagination. She had a wide, beaming smile that lit up the room and a pair of large, brown eyes that were framed by long lashes. Her straight hair flowed over her shoulders and her dark skin seemed to glow in the bright office lighting, giving her a radiant look.

“Thanks, Jas,” Krystal replied, trying to return the enthusiasm as she slid into her cubicle next to her work friend.

“Seriously, you’re serving looks today!” Jasmine walked across the narrow hall and leaned against the entrance to Krystal’s cubical, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. “Those boots? Everything! Are you trying to steal the spotlight?”

Krystal couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a flicker of warmth from Jasmine’s compliments.

“Just trying to keep up with the office fashion standards,” Krystal said, rolling her eyes but appreciating the compliment.

Jasmine chuckled, her laughter ringing out like music in the sterile office environment.

“Honey, you’re not just keeping up! You’re ahead of the game! Now me? I need to make sure no one’s getting a free show when I bend over to get the files from the bottom shelf.” Jasmine grinned, her hands resting on her hips as she spoke. “But you? With those jeans? You got the whole package, honey.”

Krystal couldn’t hold back the laugh, covering her mouth as she tried to stifle the giggles.

“Krys, if I had a cock, I’d be hard right now,” Jasmine whispered, leaning closer to Krystal.

Krystal shook her head, her cheeks flushing with a faint hint of red.

“Stop it,” she said, trying to hold back a smile.

“You know I’m serious,” Jasmine said, her eyes locked onto Krystal’s. “If I had a cock, and you were in front of me? God, I’d be balls deep in that pussy.”

“Jasmine!” Krystal laughed, her face burning with embarrassment.

“What?” Jasmine said innocently, putting her hands back on her hips. “I’m just fuckin with you. But seriously, girl. You got it goin’ on.”

“Thanks, Jas,” Krystal replied, smiling at the girl.

“Don’t mention it,” Jasmine said, starting to turn away. “By the way, I remembered you saying you weren’t coming back after the weekend,” Jasmine said, glancing back over her shoulder with a playful smirk.

I told you, if I survive, I’ll see you on Monday.” Krystal chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jasmine nodded, turning back towards her. “Well, you’re here. So I guess you survived another weekend of fun. Did it include anything extra kinky? You know, something to really spice things up?”

Krystal rolled her eyes, sighing softly.

“Not really,” she shrugged.

“Lame.” Jasmine frowned, shaking her head and walking back to her cubicle. “Nothing wrong with getting your pussy pounded once in a while, honey.”

“You have no idea,” Krystal mumbled, opening up her laptop and logging in.

“Well, I’ll let you get to it,” Jasmine called back as she went back to her own workstation.

Krystal watched as Jasmine disappeared into her own cubicle, leaving her alone. She took a breath and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk and propping her chin up with her hands. She felt a tinge of relief as she took off her corporate office-friendly mask and could go back to being her true self.

Krystal settled into her work, fingers gliding over the keyboard as she tackled the tasks laid out before her. The hours blended together in a haze of meetings and monotonous emails. As the day dragged on, Krystal could feel the tension and stress building, her muscles growing tight and her jaw clenching. By the time lunch rolled around, she was ready for a break.

“Hey Krys, want to come grab some lunch?”

Krystal looked up to see Jasmine standing at the entrance of her cubicle.

“I could use a break,” Krystal replied, shutting her laptop and rising from her chair.

The two women made their way out of the office, the fresh air a welcome relief.

“You look tense,” Jasmine observed as they walked down the sidewalk.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” Krystal replied, her tone flat and tired.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Jasmine asked, glancing over at her.

Krystal paused for a moment, considering her friend’s question.

“No,” she sighed. “Just work stuff.”

Jasmine gave her a knowing look, a half smile curling on her lips.

“Honey, I think we both know what’s bothering you,” she said. “It’s the same thing that’s been bothering me.”

“And what’s that?” Krystal asked, curious about her answer.

“We need to get laid.” Jasmine said with a giggle. “Seriously, I haven’t gotten my pussy pounded in ages.”

Krystal let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to match Jasmine’s enthusiasm, but it ended in a sigh, knowing Jasmine’s answer wasn’t quite what she expected.

“Look, if you’re not ready to talk about it, I get it,” Jasmine continued, her expression softening. “But don’t let it eat away at you, okay? Trust me, a good fucking can cure just about any ailment.”

“I’m sure it can,” Krystal nodded, the corner of her lips twitching up in a small smile.

“Oh, here’s the place I told you about,” Jasmine exclaimed, pointing to a small cafe. “Their sandwiches are amazing!”

The two women entered the cafe and placed their order, picking a table near the window.

“So,” Jasmine began, taking a sip of her soda. “Did you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Krystal asked, looking up from her sandwich.

“Your dry spell,” Jasmine replied, tilting her head slightly. “Ya know, that whole ‘need to get laid’ thing.”

Krystal stared at her friend, unsure of how to respond.

“Come on, Krys,” Jasmine coaxed. “You’re one of the coolest girls I know, and I have no doubt you can get a man if you wanted. And yet, tell me how long it’s been since you’ve gotten dicked down?”