Day 2: Preparation

Erika left after 10 p.m. following many delays. She was **** to have three more orgasms to function with some sanity and continue her work.

Furthermore, the "date" with her incompetent employee wasn't allowing her to concentrate properly, causing her to feel a mixture of anger and excitement. The more she thought about it, the less she understood why she had accepted such a ridiculous proposal... well, actually, she did.

"Fucking virus... it's changing me... that shit made me say yes," she said, exhaling with anger.

Blowing smoke, she got into her BMW and started the engine, but not before looking in the rearview mirror to fix her hair. She wanted to kick her own ass so hard she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week, but more than anything, she was really pissed off at Vázquez becoming an obstacle to her work rhythm.

"Tin... grrrr... that fucking moron who thinks he's a Henry Calvin...And what does he think I am? A 15-year-old who gets wet for a fake date... I WON'T GO!” she roared as she gripped the steering wheel with hatred.

She was absolutely clear that she would not go to the absurd invitation, nor would she even get close, preferring a total snub as punishment for Vázquez.

«But… but I told him I'd be there. If I don't go… he'll think something bad happened to me, he might worry a lot about me… oh, it wouldn't be good for him and… and… What! Don't fuck with me, Erika, get that shit out of your head.»

She was surprised by the return of her corrupt thoughts that were warping her mind. She had to reject them no matter what; she mustn't give in to them, or it would be the end of her.

«You're Erika Stranger, an insignificant insect who doesn't deserve your attention and doesn't care in the least about her feelings… screw Victor… Oh no, but he's going to be depressed!»

No matter how much she tried to expel, with even greater hatred, any thoughts unrelated to her, they returned with even greater ****, lodging in her head.

"There's no way I'm going to… give him the satisfaction." she said in a low voice, roughly shifting the gearshift.

Unfortunately for Erika, her actions differed from her words more than she thought. And why? Simply, despite everything, she drove to the restaurant two blocks from her work.

When she realized this, she downplayed it, claiming it was just to see how pathetic a lonely Victor looked.

"Yes, I'll do that; I'll keep an eye on him to contemplate his mediocrity... Heh heh heh," she muttered.

She spotted her employee at one of the restaurant's most secluded and least luxurious tables; this didn't surprise her, given his low salary. He looked thoughtful, staring at the only thing on his table, a simple glass of water, and then let out a long sigh, betraying his resignation and sadness.

It was exactly what she expected to find: a lonely pawn who had nothing to offer in the face of an absolute queen like her. But instead of rejoicing in his misery, she felt deeply sad for him. Seeing him there so abandoned made her want to comfort him somehow.

«Poor thing… I think it would be very cruel, wouldn’t it? Or… at least I’ll keep him company… hm, of course, just for a few minutes,» her treacherous thoughts returned.

Immediately, she parked in front of a restaurant and, before getting out of the vehicle, checked herself in the rearview mirror.

“Hmm… I can dress up a bit.”

She opened a compartment where she kept her signature lipstick, an eyelash highlighter, and makeup powder.

In five minutes, she went from presentable to radiant, especially thanks to her intense blue eyes, which stood out perfectly. When she got out of the car, she realized her attitude was similar to a street urchin trying to get laid.

«What the fuck am I doing!… Get out of there, Erika.»

She was about to return to the car when she saw Vázquez again, now circling the base with his finger with a melancholic air.

That rekindled her desire to bring comfort and joy to her night. Without further hesitation, she walked to the restaurant, but before entering, she made sure to unbutton two buttons on her nightgown.

Once inside, she scanned the area like a predator, easily spotting her target. She went for him with the same determination that had taken her to the top of her job.

As soon as Victor noticed her presence, his face was filled with a bright light, more powerful than any flashlight in the room, like a child watching the real Santa Claus, grinning from ear to ear.

Seeing the gleam of his signature braces, the blonde felt a pang in her groin, recognizing her excitement at knowing her arrival had cheered her employee.

"Hello... Boss..." Victor said, stumbling over his words.

The director reciprocated by tossing her hair to the side and smiling back.

"Oh, I don't think it's that big of a deal... we're not on business hours anymore, so just call me Erika," she said, sitting down.

Victor blushed when, without any concealment, his gaze fell on his superior's chest, which was threatening to escape.

"Oh... right... uh... Erika."

«Oh, fuck, he said my name... My name! Okay, control yourself, girl.»

This time, a large wet stain spread across her panties when she heard her name in that shrill voice. It was something new she'd never felt with another man.

"See, it's much better, don't you think... Victor?" she said his name sweetly. "And have you ordered anything yet?"

The young man shook his head without taking his eyes off her forehead, which was touching the table.

"Don't worry, I'll order something for both of us," Erika said, taking the initiative.

"Uh... it's not... necessary, really."

She gave him her best look, showing off her beautiful blue eyes, which made Victor shut his mouth.

"I insist... go ahead, I'm really hungry."