Shuri sat at her glass desk looking over an email on her work tablet. It was about the Time magazine photo shoot. The wanted to accentuate "Power" and what better way than to have a photo shoot featuring the heads of the two biggest and most powerful companies, Talokan and Wakanda. Shuri thought it was stupid as she read the email over. Apparently the hot shot photographer wanted to do the shoots in two locations with two different themes. One was going to be in some gym or wrestling ring type setting. The other, more fancy and formal, upscale. The email suggested bringing your own outfits or that some would be provided if wanted and needed. Outfits like gym clothes, formal suits and dresses.
Shuri looked at her phone and saw she had two missed messages. She opened her phone and to her messages from "SexyStranger."
-NM: Missing you sweetheart. Thinking of you. [Photo Attachment]-
Namor sent his usual good morning message along with a dick pic. When waking up with morning wood it was easy to do. After sending his message he got up and went to go take a shower. He entered his luxury shower and relaxed as he stepped into the cascade of warm water from the shower head.
He thought about the woman he'd be texting, the unknown woman with the dark skin and tattoo. He wondered how he would get more information out of her and maybe a face pic. First thing he was going to do was request more pictures. That way he could look at the picture backgrounds to see if there was any clues as to who she was. Maybe zoom in and see family photos in the background. Maybe there is a car in the background with a location license plate. A face would definitely help.
He got out of the shower after washing and got dressed. He picked up his phone on the night stand. She still hadn't replied. He remembered she said she was busy for work. He wondered what she did for work. Could they even talk about work? Could they even talk that way personally? He wondered considering their conversations have only been sexting back and forth. Now that it was clear that he wasn't texting Sue, he became almost consumed wondering who the mysterious and sexy woman was.
Namor sent another message.
-NM: I hope your day is going well beautiful. My cock has been hard all day because I keep looking at the picture of those beautiful tits that you sent me. I can imagine me coating them all over with my hot sticky cum as I jerk off in front of you. I would love to see more of that gorgeous body of yours.-
Namor placed the phone in his back pocket and headed to his office. Namora was waiting for him, papers and tablet in hand. She handed him the tablet first and showed him the email from Time. Namor rolled his eyes, not thrilled at the meeting with his top competitor.
"I don't know what they expect. We're rival companies. I'd buy them out if I could just to get rid of them and they want a photo shoot of us together? What? With puppies and us in a field holding hands? Seriously. What do they expect?" He said as he read over the email.
Namor sat down in his fancy office leather chair.
"I don't even know who I'm meeting. Guy? Girl? I don't even know who the person is and what they look like. They could be my best friend and I wouldn't know it." Namor continued.
Namora spoke up.
"It's not like anyone would know who YOU were either. You did that on purpose, hiding from the public eye. There are no photos of you linked with the company. Same as them. A smart move if you ask me. The way we swoop into businesses, acting like customers to check things out….no one has seen us or THEM. Both of you could have had encounters with one another and not even know it."
Namor contemplated Namora's words.
"Well, that's going out the window now with this damned photo shoot." Namor huffed.
"Speaking of, I have your outfits packed for that." Namora informed.
Namor shook his head and rolled his eyes at that. His phone buzzed from the corner of the office desk. Namora knew by now that it meant she was dismissed and to lock the door behind her. Namor picked up his phone and could already hear Namora close and lock the door. He picked up the phone and saw the lock screen notification. He smiled and opened his messages.
-SH: Sorry, it's been a busy day. I've been thinking about you too. I would love to watch you cum on my tits, marking me as yours, showing that I belong to you. I imagine you fucking me from behind and cumming on my ass and back, marking me there too. All the while moaning "mine" as you fuck me.-
Namor moaned at her reply. He could already feel the dress pants tighten.
-NM: I would love to make you mine. To have you belong only to me. To make you mine with my hard cock. To have that pussy molded and fitted only to me to where I'm the only one that could ever give you pleasure. Fuck I would love that.-
He replied and sent a picture of the bulge in his dress pants.
-NM: Look at what you've started. [Picture Attachment]-
Shuri smiled from her office desk when she read Namor's latest message. She went to her office private bathroom and closed the door. There she unbuttoned her suit and opened it. She positioned her phone and took at picture of her top half, the blazer open revealing a sexy lacy corset hugging and pushing up her breast. Pleased with the picture, she sent it to him.
Namor's eyes grew wide and he licked his lips looking over the picture. Aside from the obvious distraction, his eyes looked around the other features of the photos. The bathroom was fancy. Looked like marble floors and marble columns with gold accents. What she was wearing helped to. Whatever, wherever she worked was some sort of formal setting with business attire. Without a location, that still didn't narrow it down though. There could be a million Black women with tattoos and beaded bracelets working in ANY office building. And who is to say that's her workplace and not some fancy bathroom she decided to take selfies in while visiting or something.
Her nails were manicured. Her hands looked smooth and dainty as if she never had to lift anything heavy in her life. The phone in her hand from the reflection in the mirror of her selfie looked like any phone. It had a case on it so he couldn't identify what kind it was. There was that beaded bracelet again. He had cropped the picture and sent the picture of the bracelet to Namora to see if she could find jewelers to identify it. Nothing. Probably a custom piece. As usual, her face was cropped out.
Namor leaned back into his chair and sighed. Will he ever meet this woman? She could be anyone. She could be anywhere in the world. Namor figured the chances of ever meeting her would be impossible so he tried not to focus on it.
He instead decided to focus on how SHE made him feel. It was as if he was one of Pavlov's Dogs responding to a bell. Every time he heard the custom alert he had set for her on his phone, he could feel his cock getting hard. It didn't matter where he was, it was always the same reaction. That's because he knew what was coming and it usually it was himself once he handled himself. From little of what he'd seen, he was stunned by her beauty. He wanted to see more. FEEL more. Instead, he had to settle for his hand around his hard cock, jerking it and imaging it was her warm wet pussy all around him.
Shuri looked over the dick pics and began to idly rub herself through her suit dress pants as she sat in the fancy seating area of her private office bathroom. The bathroom was like a small apartment within itself it seemed. It had a huge walk in shower and a huge jetted tub. Lighting was everywhere, there were gold accents and marble all around, plants and a huge vanity. Shuri wanted the bathroom to be luxurious because she often found herself retreating inside of it when things got too stressful. Therefore she spared no expense.
The rubbing through the fabric wasn't helping her frustration as she played the video of him jerking off and moaning. She sat the phone on the fancy couch and stood up. She sat down the phone and took off her pants. Shuri reclined on the couch and slowly slipped her hand in between her legs while her other picked up her phone and pressed unpause.
Shuri closed her eyes and listened to his moans and his breathing imagining how good it would feel having his hard cock inside of her. She fingered her clit, rubbing circles and pressing against it before dipping a finger, then two inside of her hot wet cunt. She moaned out loud and tilted her head back. That's when she opened her eyes and had a thought.
Shuri with one hand closed the video playback app and opened her camera. She hit video and began recording. Making sure the camera was aimed below her chin, she opened her shirt, showing her lacy top and began fingering herself again.
-SH: Thinking of you. [Video Attachment.-
Namor was in the car on his way home from the office for the day when he heard his phone. He opened it immediately and hit play from the back seat of the car. By now his driver all but tuned him out. He didn't want to hear anything in back. Just so he wouldn't hear anything he didn't want to hear, he rolled up the divider that was installed in the car.
Namor's heart skipped a beat. There she was, his beauty on the video fingering her sweet pussy for him. He could hear her moan. He could hear her ragged breaths. He could see her hard nipples through her sexy lacy top. Namor reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock not even pausing the video. He jerked off as he watched it play, watched HER play. He moaned, not wanting to close his eyes. Not wanting to take his eyes off of her. He could hear her wet pussy, the smacking wet sounds as she moved her fingers in and out. It drove him mad.
"I wish you were here. I wish I could feel your hard cock inside of me. Inside of my wet pussy. Do you hear it? Do you hear how wet you make me? Do you hear how much I want you, want you inside of me, fucking me, fucking my pussy, giving me that cock. Mmmhmmm I need you. I need you so bad."
He heard her whisper on the video. Her words, her words meant for him had him dropping the phone and cumming all over his lap and in the car. Namor felt bad for his driver but that's why he was paid well. Namor took a picture of the mess and sent it to her.
-NM: You did this. [Picture Attachment.-
Shuri smiled when she saw the picture and read the caption. The car was a mess, cum on the leather seats and his lap. His cock was still hard and coated in the photo. His hand held the base, posing it for her. Shuri noticed that Mesoamerican gold bracelet again but her eyes kept going back to his gorgeous cock.
-SH: It's a good thing you and I will never meet. You'd fuck my pussy to death and I would let you.-
Namor laughed.
-NM: That makes me want to meet you even more. You know, we could meet one day. I'd gladly take a flight to wherever you are. I would love to feel you all around me for real. I want to make you scream. Where are you? Let's arrange something. -
Shuri shook her head and texted him back, now sitting up on the couch, pants and panties still on the floor.
-SH: Why would I do that? It's more fun this way. The whole wanting what you can't have. Us meeting would ruin the fantasy."
Namor frowned at that and put down his phone.
Damn this woman.
It was the day of the Time magazine photo shoot. Namor arrived to the hotel location and his driver opened the door, letting him step out. Namor buttoned his suit jacket and looked around as he entered the hotel lobby. His driver followed with a bag that had the different clothes that was requested for the photo shoot. There were many people dressed in business attire and some in evening wear. There must have been an event going on in the hotel like a wedding.
Namor reached into his pocket for his phone. He opened the notes from Namora. It told him to go to a certain conference room which is what he did. He knocked on the door and was let inside.
There was a make shift photography studio set up inside. There was lighting all around, camera stands and props. The photographer made his way swiftly to the door to greet him.
"You must be Namor of Talokan. Welcome! Welcome! Your outfit is perfect by the way. No need to change! Quick, come this way!" The photographer said and took Namor's hand.
Namor was led, more like dragged to the center of the room where there was a fancy desk and two high backed fancy ornate chairs on each side. Namor looked around and saw the back of a beautiful woman wearing a form fitting suit. When she turned around his jaw dropped. She was a knock out. Namor swallowed as she walked closer, her face expressionless. Resting Bitch Face is what they call it. She didn't smile when she got to the two.
The photographer motioned for Namor to sit in one chair and motioned her to sit in the other.
"I'm going to take some test shots." The photographer said and began snapping his camera at the two.
While he snapped pictures, he spoke to the two.
"I don't know if you two have been introduced or ever met. You two are the most powerful companies out there right now. Him with Talokan, her with Wakanda Inc."
Namor looked at Shuri in shock. This beautiful and very YOUNG looking woman was the head of the company that he wanted to put under? Impossible. Namor smiled and leaned back in the chair, relaxing his posture.
"You have to be mistaken. Probably the daughter of the one who runs the company. I doubt it's her." Namor corrected.
Before the photographer could get in a word Shuri corrected Namor.
"I can assure you, it's me. By the way how is your stock in Vibranium going? Oh that's right, you don't have any anymore because I have it all." She said smugly.
Namor glared at her.
"Yes, perfect." Snap. "Perfect. Keep that up." Snap.
The photographer snapped photos as the two engaged.
"You mean the vibranium you stole from me?" He snapped.
"Not stealing if they give it to me. Not many people like you or your business tactics." She informed.
"As if you should talk." Namor started.
"Yes. Yes. This is glorious. Keep talking to one another." Snap Snap. Said the photographer.
"Oh don't get mad." Shuri said as if talking to a child. "In no time, everyone that's under you, will be under me. Rat's fleeing a sinking ship. They all know they have a better future with MY company vs investing and working with yours."
"You're pretty stuck up for a little girl." Namor hissed.
Snap snap snap.
"I've learned from the best." She countered.
"Perfect. Great." The photographer spoke up. "Now, turn the chairs to one another. I want you guys to arm wrestle."
"Arm wrestle?" Namor all but laughed as he said it thinking of the obvious size difference.
The photographer kept snapping.
"The theme is power. So I want you guys to SHOW power. Take off your coats or raise your sleeves. Flex your muscles and glare at one another when you lock hands. Grit your teeth for effect okay?" He instructed.
Namor shrugged and took off his suit jacket. Shuri found her self staring at his handsome muscular figure and looked away when he started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Shuri simply rolled up her sleeves without taking off her suit jacket. Once the chairs were turned, they leaned against the desk in the center and locked eyes.
"Yes, yes" Snap. "That's it. Tense those muscles." The photographer said.
Snap snap snap.
Namor arched a brow.
"You know, if I wanted, I could slam your tiny little hand into this desk here. Maybe break it. Put you out of business."
Shuri scoffed and the threat he didn't try to hide.
"Wouldn't be anything new for you. That's how you and business do things. Using brute force and being bullies." She replied not taking her eyes off his.
Snap snap snap.
Namor squeezed her hand harder, making her wince in pain.
Snap snap snap.
Shuri raised her chin defiantly and squeezed his hand back with all her strength. She then gripped the side of the desk with her free hand for leverage and began applying force with the hand that was holding his, trying to over come him. Namor, seeing this mock arm wrestling match become real, he squeezed her hand once again and then SLAM!
Shuri cried out in pain as he slammed her hand into the desk.
Snap snap snap.
She shook her hand growling and glaring at him. Namor looked at her hand to asses the damage and his eyes went so wide that they almost popped out of his head. He grabbed her wrist and held it.
"What the fuck! What are you doing!" Shuri yelled.
"That tattoo. That bracelet." He mumbled.
Snap snap snap.
"Yeah what of it?" Shuri asked.
That's when she noticed the arm that was holding her wrist. There was a gold bracelet on his wrist. A gold bracelet that looked Mesoamerican. Shuri tore her hand away and stumbled backwards.
Snap snap snap.
Namor reached into his pocket without taking his eyes off her. He thumbed a few things and Shuri jumped when her phone began to RING in her back dress pants pocket. Both their eyes went wide. She didn't answer it. They stared at one another until it stopped. You could hear a pin drop. The air was that tense. Maybe she could play it off as if it was a conscience. Namor pressed buttons on his phone and her phone began to ring again in her back pocket.
Snap snap snap.
"I have to go!" Shuri said grabbing her bag and running from the office.