Thong!

Jim couldn't help but smile as she got out of the elevator and moved down the hall. It was rare enough for her to be in the company but even more rare that she would be in a managerial foot-race for a department head position. As she strode towards her office, she looked at the people she was passing in their cubicles and couldn't help but notice that the faces were all basically the same cookie-cutter types: white, blonde, and male. She didn't have a problem with men, far be it for her to say that she didn't like men (and she was damn sure more than a few men checked her out as she passed by just now), but there was just something missing when there wasn't some random changes.

That's why, as she entered her office, she felt at ease.

Her assistant, Shandra, looked up and smiled at her boss as the two of them laughed and caught up on the weekend. She also enjoyed Deandra who stopped on by from her smaller office to talk with them near the water cooler. The last person, Roxy, slid into the conversation and all four black women were soon laughing and chatting away about anything and everything. It helped that her team was very efficient, effective, and had high performing numbers.

As the morning progressed, Jim continued to review the numbers and had good messaging with the other team leaders on the floor, though she suspected that they weren't really picking up and carrying their weight, especially since the project was not sold to the wide-staff as a meaningful one. Jim wondered if any of the other team leads understood exactly what was being said here, that this was a test, but instead of sharing that, she kept it close to her chest and merely shrugged off the amused looks from the others as they filed out of the conference room.

By lunch, as she waved her three workers to a nice break, she turned her attention to the quiz on the side of the desk and looked at it for a moment.

17.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE WEARING BRIEFS, BIKINI, THONG OR BOXERS?

Jim knew what Gerald liked and smiled at that as she turned and jotted down her answer. I'd wear nothing but thongs, g-strings, or cheekys, lace or silk only. She shifted as her boxers she had picked out from this morning's wash slowly shrank and changed into a thin, black thong. With that question out of the way, she placed the paperwork back down and sent a text to Gerald about dinner that night before turning her focus back to the work in front of her.

***

Jim parked the SUV in a secluded spot in the parking lot of Gerald's workplace and after making sure that there weren't any cameras or people around, she slowly took out her phone and sent him a text.

HEY SUGAH, MAMA NEEDS HER MAN SUMTHIN' BAD...

Gerald was a few moments delayed in responding. SORRY, BABY GIRL, I GOTTA WRAP THIS UP

She smiled and after positioning her phone, snapped the pic and then sent it to him in a text with nothing but the picture.

Her man's response was almost immediate. FUCKIN' HELL..WHERE YOU AT?

She snapped another picture and sent it. It took maybe all of five minutes before she heard him approaching and the door opened. "Damn, woman, you nearly getting me fired!"

Jim smiled and then moaned in surprise as she felt him slide into her. "Mama needs and mama gets, right?"

18.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR INTELLIGENCE? ONE BEING STUPID AND TEN BEING HIGH ENOUGH TO DRIVE THE CLASS NERD UP THE WALL?