SIN SO SWEET

Mira slammed the apartment door behind her in frustration, groceries falling from her hands, she bought them with the last of Josh's savings. At 23, a fresh graduate from college, she was thinking life with Josh, her boyfriend, was going to be a world where her dreams could be easily achieved. Instead, they survived on side gigs and his savings.

The place she called home was more like a cage, the air in the room was suffocating and smelt of stale coffee. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, dirty clothes in need of urgent laundry piled up beside the bed, torn papers on the floor…Job application they had written, she just wanted to be free from this cage and get a better life.

Josh was using his laptop at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on the screen, surfing through the net searching through endless job listings for any openings. No one seemed to need workers anymore.

Mira walked up to him. Heart melting, she leaned in, planted a kiss on his forehead. "Baby. Has heaven decided to smile on us today?”

With frustration written over his face, he replied. "Still the same story. How about you? Any luck?"

Mira forced a smile. "All the places I have applied to tell me I am not experienced. I mean, what do they want, a PhD. in coffee-making?”

"Babe, how about you call your dad?" His voice carried hope, but the suggestion was a slap on her face.

"Seriously, Josh? Are you really asking me that?" Anger filled her. Her father had warned her about moving in with Josh, saying it was a decision she will regret. Blinded by love back then, she didn't obey him. Now, pride kept her from going back, even at her worst.

"I'm sorry, Mira, but what other options are available?" Josh looked away in shame, the thought of selling his car to cover next week's rent filled his head. "Did Mr. Robert get back to you?"

Mira rolled her eyes, packing her blonde hair into a messy bun. "Not yet. I'm still waiting for his call. He spoke of a temp position, with no other option I accepted. But what I really want is something permanent, baby." Hope filled her voice. That's all she could hold unto.

Mr Robert is her best friend's Dad, recommending her was the only help she could offer, so she said. Mira was grateful anyways.

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks, She was ready to do whatever it took to save them from this cage of an apartment.

Josh wrapped her into his arms, comforting her . "Everything will be fine baby, I promise."

Mira held onto him, like an anchor. "Josh, I don’t want empty promises, I can't keep up with this anymore.”

"Shhh… don't say that, I do understand, baby." He wrapped her tighter, backing her against the kitchen counter. His hands slowly rubbed her back, as he kissed on her forehead. She was the only thing that mattered to him right now, and he was doing all he could to see her live comfortably.

He held her chin and lifted her face, kissing her deeply, it was the world against them. Mira melted into it, returning the hunger. His hands were all over her chest, he grabbed her soft boobs through her shirt, squeezing gently as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. With a pull, he freed her boobs from the shirt, his tongue circling a nipple, she let out a soft moan, wanting more.

Mira started getting wet between her thighs, getting sensitive with need. She held him closer. Lifted one leg and wrapped it round his waist, slowly grinding against him, he was hard. Josh groaned, his hands went to her butt, massaging them, damnn…it was soft, inviting.

Just then, her phone ruined the moment as it rang.

Mira pushed him aside, heart pounding, she was horny. She couldn't risk missing a call. Not now. She grabbed the phone, and picked the call.

“This is a reminder for Miss Mira. Your interview starts at 3."

"Sorry, what?" She was confused.

"You applied to be Mr. Grey's secretary. Didn't you get the email?"

"Oh... umm, yeah. I'll be there."

The line went dead. Mira looked at the clock, 2:48. "Fuck!" She panicked

"Relax, baby. Think it through," Josh tried calming her.

“Josh I can't relax dying minute, if I miss this we're fucked" She buttoned up quickly, and arranged her skirt, there was no time to change.

Josh tossed her his car key. “Use my car Baby. Go get 'em."

She ran out the door, tires screeching as she drove from the driveway. Fear of losing an opportunity coupled with the wetness between her thighs, reasons enough for her reckless speed. Eight minutes to arrive at the office, her mind racing with desperation and unmet lust.

Mr Robert, head of HR had just ended a call with his wife, who has been away on a work trip for four months, leaving him sex starved and yearning for a pussy. His daughter's friend was coming in for an interview at 3. Earlier on, his daughter requested for a favour, pleading he finds a position for her best friend, who was very desperate for a job. He agreed on the condition that she passes through him.

His office door opened, and like an answered prayer, a sexy figure walked in, hips swaying seductively, as if dancing to some invisible music.

He swore she was putting on nothing under that tight leather skirt she wore, her boobs were big, bouncing with each step she took, her nipples visible beneath the shirt. He was hooked. So Kita had such a beautiful friend, how come she never visited them.

“Urm... excuse me," Mira said for the third time, her voice pulling him from his trance. She noticed he was staring at her intensely and lustfully, that turned her on more. “My appointment for three.” So this was Kira's Dad, her first time meeting him. He didn’t look bad at all. Let's see how faithful he is to his wife, she smacked her tongue.

"That's you? do seat down," he replied, pointing at the couch. His eyes followed her, her butt cheeks slamming against each other as she moved and sat.

"Yes I am Mira, I've heard a lot about you from Kira. Thank you for inviting me over for this interview.” She said, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up, exposing smooth, sexy thighs.

Mr. Robert swallowed hard, taking in the view before him: so much skin, her legs slightly opened, she wore nothing underneath. At 23, she was a sexy feast for his early-forties eyes, fresh and tempting, he couldn't resist.

“It's my pleasure. It says here, you want to be temp staff.”

Mira had been secretly enjoying his gaze over her, whatever she was doing was working. "The thing is... I don't want to be temp. I would like to be permanent. I've got bills to pay." She replied, folding her arms, parting her legs wider in silent invitation, her expression welcoming, hungry.

Mr. Robert nodded, immediately catching the game. Staying months without sex had left him craving; the perfect prey had walked, sitting right at his front. "I have the power to make you Mr. Grey's permanent secretary." His eyes went to her exposed thighs, biting his lip as he eyed her boobs, struggling to be freed from her shirt.

He stood up, and moved behind her, hands resting on her shoulders. Slowly massaging her. "What do you say, Mira?" His voice became soft, sexy, her name rolling off his tongue intimately.

The way he said it was commanding, sensual. Making her crave more. She relaxed into his touch, ready to seal the deal with her body, trading desperation for dominance and a future worth fucking for.