Malika’s Journey Part 1

Tardiness is definitely one of my top pet peeves. I despise waiting for someone else and yet here I was, fifteen past eight in the morning and my superior was giving me a short lecture regarding the “dos and don’ts” of work etiquette; as if I were a child. I am perhaps one of the…more younger members of the office, but hardly a child, although admittedly…my half Asian genes surely weren’t helping. My mother, at the age of just 55 looked absolutely stunning and would frequently remind me that Chinese women always looked younger than their Caucasian counter-parts, a remark that both my Caucasian father and I were inclined to agree upon.


At the age of 24 I could probably pass for a 20 year old, maybe an 18 year old if I really pushed my luck, but who wants to be 18 again? I certainly don’t. Late nights studying, writing papers, and working rigorously formed the vast majority of my late teen and early adult years. Despite this, the stressors of academia did not seem to impact my appearance. My lightly tanned skin is smooth, my lips are full, and my eyes are dark and deep. To cope with the stress I worked out religiously, whether it was through running, a few weights, or yoga and am proud to say that this is reflected in my firm toned buttocks, my long slender legs, and flat stomach. I stand at 5’4 when barefoot. My breasts are perky, and on the larger side of a B-cup. I have black hair that falls to my mid-back when let loose, although I currently have it in a bun.

I rubbed the back of my heel as I sat there, waiting for this man’s monologue to end. Although at a modest 3 inches, running in these black heels was never a good idea, even if it was just for a few moments to catch a train. But they really matched the rest of my outfit. I was wearing a white blouse that was stylish enough to not be labelled a prude, but conservative enough to not be labelled anything obscene. Small silver tear drop earrings hung from my lobes and a fairly tight black pencil skirt hugged my round bum and hips. In my haste today I did not wear any leggings or stockings of any kind, which I thought was fine considering that the pencil skirt, when standing, stopped just short of my knees. Sitting here now however, I kept having to tug my skirt down and couldn’t help feeling grateful that my superior was sitting behind his large mahogany desk. There was no way he could see that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Finally, I was dismissed.

“Fuck, that took longer than I thought it would.” Jenny was holding out a cup of coffee for me as I sat down at my desk.

“I know. I feel that he is constantly lecturing me about something. One day it is about tardiness, the other day it is about filing….Honestly, I really feel that he is treating me like a child and is exaggerating everything!” I let out a sigh of exasperation.

Jenny was quick to reply.

“Its just because you’re young, and have only been her for a few months. And, you know… everyone here knows how big of a hot shot you were coming out of university. He’s just being hard on you because he knows you can be really successful, thats all.”

Despite the semi-cliche remark from Jenny, I couldn’t help but appreciate her input. I had heard it before, if not from her than from Mr. Hansen himself; my boss. It wasn’t that he was mean or even particularly strict. He just seemed to critique me all too frequently and never praised me for things that I did well.

“Ya, I know, I know…I’m just glad its Friday.”

Jenny sat back down after feeling that her advice had had its impact. Our work stations were right across from each other. Jenny was both a friend and almost a mother figure for me every since I started working here. She was older, but at 30, Jenny was breath-taking. She had a grace and elegance to her in how she carried herself in the office. Her poise, her posture… At 5’11, she was tall for a woman, and loved to show off her height and body. She had straight blonde hair highlighted with streaks of light brown and large D-cup breasts, of which I was absolutely certain were completely natural. A small stud decorated her nose. She would frequently joke that it served as her one small act of rebellion when growing up.

Jenny knew how to have a good time. After divorcing a few years ago, she would often share stories with me of her sex adventures; young men she seduced, sex-parties she would attend, toys, threesomes…there wasn’t much she hadn’t indulged in. Jenny herself was well known amongst her friends for throwing her own sex parties.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I too have had my fair share of sex. Nothing like Jenny mind you, but, despite my rigorous studying habits, I was fortunate to have had a few boyfriends and explored my sexuality enough to know what I liked and didn’t like.

“Are you coming tonight,” Jenny asked as she put her glasses back on and swiveled her chair to face her laptop screen.

I had completely forgotten about Lorenzo’s get together. Lorenzo is one of Jenny’s close friends but it would be more accurate to label him as a “friend with benefits.” Jenny recently told me that he had been promoted at work and was throwing a small get-together at his apartment to celebrate. Jenny had invited me a week ago.



“I completely forgot Jenny! I think I’m going to be here until late tonight. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll make it.” Having missed a few days of work because of the flu, I had a great deal of work to catch up on and I refused to bring it home with me.

“Yes you will silly! Just come straight from work to his place when you’re done here. It doesn’t start until 9pm anyway. You have plenty of time. Come on Malika! Its been a while since we had a good time outside of the office. It will do you good. You get to sleep in tomorrow and everything.”

I paused and finally looked up from my work and nodded. She was right…again.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

“Great! Honestly, this isn’t anything like the other parties I throw.