DAY 7
"Why!? Why is everything going wrong!" Shuri exclaimed from her glass office desk as she flung papers to the floor. She had light projection screens displayed nearby. Screens showing the stock of her company, the profits and other vital info. On the other side was her competitor.
"And who approved this!? Where is my assistant so I can fire them for this!" She yelled.
A voice on the video call sighed and watched her trample around her office. She went to the side of her competitor and pointed at his picture on the light projection.
"I don't like him! I don't like how he operates. Talokan?" She paused looking at him and crossing her arms. "He's a gangster. Taking over small businesses through hostility and intimidation."
The voice on the video call spoke next.
"But isn't that what you're doing?" They asked.
Shuri whirled around and glared at the screen from which the question was asked.
"No! Absolutely not! Wakanda Inc is working WITH small businesses. By partnering with them, supporting them, they in turn support us. They join with us. They network. What we don't do is buy up the properties like Talokan is doing. Forcing them out. We give them choices. That's how we've grown. They LIKE us. All the businesses that work for us or we have incorporated into us. But this….." She waves her hand towards the screen with his picture. "Who is this guy anyway? This GQ wanna be." Shuri rolled her eyes at the handsome face.
"The guy you will be meeting in a few months for a photo op and magazine interview." The voice answered.
"Which I DID NOT agree to! I swear when I find my assistant she is so fired!" Shuri said through gritted teeth and hung up the video call.
She sighed and went back to her desk, leaving the papers and mess all over the floor. She sat in her comfortable chair and looked over to the corner of her desk where her phone was vibrating. Shuri picked it up and frowned. She had 5 missed message notifications. With everything going on she had neglected her phone and the messages for days. She clicked on 'SexyStranger' which is what she saved him as and opened up her messages. She scrolled pass the photos to the latest message.
- NM: Are you ok sweetheart? I haven't heard from you in a while.-
Shuri replied.
- SH: I'm sorry handsome. I've been so busy and stressed out with work.-
In a different part of the country, Namor was having his own tantrum and meltdown.
"Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me! HER? Her! Little Ms Princess? Great. Fucking great." He hissed as he paced around his office.
There were books on the wooden shelves from floor to ceiling. He had a polished wooden desk and leather seating through out his office. It was an old feel but sophisticated and he liked it. Namora clutched a tablet close to her. She spoke as she watched her boss continue to pace in agitation around the room.
"Time magazine wants to do an article on the top businesses. Apparently…." She looks at the tablet. "The photo shoot theme is going to be power and strength. Maybe they'll put you two in a boxing ring and take pictures around that." She joked.
Namor stopped and his eyes narrowed. He looked at Namora with annoyance in his eyes.
"It would be an excuse to literally knock out the competition. I don't care how good she looks. You know, she's the only one that's posed a threat? Everyone else, they fold to me no problem but her. She-" He stopped when he heard his phone buzz.
"Namora. I'm going to take this. We will talk later." He said and dismissed her. "Oh and lock the door!" He yelled out.
He quickly moved to his wooden desk and sat in his leather chair. With eager hands he opened the phone and opened his messages. Namor smiled when he finally saw her and he sent a reply.
- NM : I'm sorry to hear that love. I wish I were there to give you a relaxing massage. I would have you strip down all your clothes. I'd lay you down on my bed and rub oil all over that gorgeous body of yours. My oiled covered hands would circle your breasts, slide down your sides and your stomach. My hands would work to your thighs and spread them wide open. I know just what would relax you. [devil emoji]-
Shuri was gently rocking her chair left and right when she got a reply. She didn't expect one so soon.
- SH: That sounds so good and so needed right now. Just the thought of feeling your hands all over my body. I could really use that right now. I'm so damned stressed.-
Namor smiled at her reply.
- NM: How stressed would you be if I stuck my head in between your legs? Parting that sweet pussy with my fingers before pressing my tongue to your lips? I can imagine all your stress melting away with every flick of my tongue. I want to lick you. I want to taste you. I want to bury my tongue inside of you and eat that sweet pussy of yours. I want your juices all over my fingers.-
Shuri bit her lip as she sent her reply. She crossed her legs in her chair, fighting the urges to touch herself.
- SH: You're really making it hard to work right now.-
- NM: And you're making my cock even harder. I think sucking and licking on your clit, my fingers fucking that tight cunt should relax you quite a bit. If not, and I'm hoping if not, I would massage you from the inside. Sliding my huge massive cock deep inside that wet tight pussy, rubbing inside of you with every stroke of my cock. Can you guess what I'm doing right now? [devil emoji]-
- SH : Are you imagining the look on my face as you fuck me? My oil slicked tits bouncing up and down for you as you fuck my brains out? Is that what you are thinking about? Or are you thinking about me biting my lip, sneaking touches of my soaked pussy under my work clothes and wet panties? Me unable to stop myself and having to touch myself at work thinking about how good it would feel to have your cock inside of me. Is that what you're thinking of right now?-
Namor groaned.
- NM : FUCK! [Video attachment]-
Shuri's eyes widened when she saw there was a video attachment. That was new unlike the photos from before. She opened it. It was of him jerking off his cock vigorously. His cock was huge, red and angry, almost purple, sticking out of his navy dress pants. The gold bracelet rattled back and forth as he jerked and she could hear his ragged breathing and deep moans on the video. She could hear him curse and then watched as his hips jerked and he came all over his hand and cock. White streams of cum splattered all over his hand, all over his pants and what looked like a desk before the video stopped.
- SH: You better get cleaned up sexy. Can't walk around work like that. [wink emoji]-
Namor smiled at his phone.
- NM: Will do gorgeous. It was good hearing from you again. I hope you find the relaxation you need today.-
Shuri smiled at his last message and sat the phone back upon her desk. She swiveled her chair towards the window and looked out into the sky. He did relax her. It was nice.
Namor cleaned up and left his office for the day. He had to prepare for a dinner party he was going to later that night. Dinner parties were the worst in his opinion but it gave him the opportunity to mingle with other business folk. More like size them up to see who he would snuff out later. Therefore making an impression was of the utmost importance. He couldn't just wear any old thing or look any old way. With that said, he went to his usual tailor.
Later that night, the dinner party was in full swing. Namor walked around, drink in hand, clearly not enjoying himself. He made small talk when needed and stood around as people introduced themselves and talked around him, trying to get into his favor vs his radar. He wasn't deeply invested in the conversations. His eyes would wander out of boredom. That's when they wandered and saw a familiar face at the bar.
It was Sue Storm. A blonde haired woman, blue eyes, slender, wearing a black dress with the back out. Most considered her beautiful. Most. Namor walked up behind her and seductively ran his hand down her shoulder and arm. Sue snapped around surprised. She was about to slap the person and her hand stopped in mid air upon recognizing who it was.
"Namor! You scared me!" She said as she caught her breath.
Namor moved closer and his dark eyes looked down into her blue wide eyes. She was never really his type. Just someone he would fool with to pass the time. Namor reached behind her and placed his hand on her exposed lower back. She gasped as he pulled her closer.
"Come on Sue. Don't act like that. Especially with all the things you've been saying to me lately." His voice was low. Seductive. Deep. He leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear. She could feel his breath before he whispered into it.
"Let's get out of here so I can do all those things we talked about in our dirty messages. My cock is already hard thinking about it." Namor whispered.
Sue shoved Namor back wide eyed again. She lowered her voice as to not cause a scene.
"Messages? Namor….." She rose her hand to show a huge diamond ring and gold band. "I'm MARRIED. You and I haven't spoken in YEARS." She explained.
Namor stood speechless and blinked trying to understand her. It's as if his brain stopped working. She continued.
"I don't' have your number." She said.
Still numb, Namor blinked and pulled out his phone. He opened it and opened up the steamy messages. He read back the number. Sue threw her head back and laughed.
"You're off by one number. What did you have me saved as?" She asked curiously as she tried to peer over to the phone.
Namor slipped his phone back into his back pocket. He wasn't going to tell her she was merely saved as FWB and nothing more. Sue continued to laugh as her husband Reed Richards came up beside her and kissed her on the cheek. Sue kissed him back and took his hand to be guided somewhere. Before leaving she turned to Namor.
"If I were you, I'd ask for some pics. Maybe that way you'd see who you're talking to, rather…sexting." Sue laughed and walked off with her husband.
Namor glared in their direction before picking up his phone again and this time, dialing his assistant Namora. He asked her to run a trace on the number. Namora replied a few minutes later.
"There is no information on it. No name. No address. No carrier. I'm sorry." She replied.
Namor growled and hung up the phone. He then scrolled through a few more numbers and called for his driver.
Namor was picked up in a discreet black car, tinted windows and non descript. He slouched back upon the leather seats in the back and stared at his phone. He stared at the steamy text messages. He stared at the photos and videos he sent. He felt angry. He felt stupid. If it wasn't Sue, who was it?
He should have known, is what he thought to himself. Sue was boring. Sue was never like that. She would let him hit it every once in a while but she was still so bland, so vanilla. That is why he was really into the new way she, who he thought was her, was texting him lately. Namor opened up the message window and started typing.
- NM : Hey sexy. Hope you're enjoying your night. I've been having a bad day. Would you mind sending me a photo of you to cheer me up? [wink emoji]-
Namor pressed send and sat the phone in his lap. He watched the passing lights out of the window as he waited for a response. Was he going to get a response? It was worth a shot. Good news is she could be hot. Bad news is well, she's not hot. Not a big deal. He figured her could always ghost her or block her number if that were the case. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed. He looked at the lock screen.
- SH : [Photo Attachment]-
Namor unlocked his phone and opened the message. He was not prepared for what he saw next.
The message said 'thinking of you.' It was of a woman, a thin slender dark skinned woman from the neck down, holding up her shirt and showing her perky full breasts. Yeah, it definitely wasn't Sue. Namor pinched the screen and zoomed in on the picture. He couldn't make out the background of the pic. What he did notice was a hand tattoo, mandala like in design, almost like a star or flower. That same hand had a black and purple beaded bracelet. That's all saw.
But who was she? He stared at the beautiful breasts lost in thought when the picture moved up. A new message from her had appeared and was at the bottom.
- SH: I hope this cheers you up. You made my day and relaxed me today but I need you right here. Right here at my tits. I need to feel that hot mouth of yours around my nipples. Licking, sucking, flickering with your tongue. I want to see your face on my tits. Even better, I want to see your cum all over them after I get down on my knees and suck off your cock.-
Namor moaned at the message and leaned down against his seat. He quickly released his straining hard cock and began to jerk off again.
Who was this woman?