BEST VOY STORY, ROUND XVII
Title: Nika Delivers -- Chapter one
Author: Alibaba
Series: VOY
Code : Über J/7
Rating: PG-13
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Humpday, 3:20 pm just finished the quarterly financial presentation to the Trustees. Gods, I need a drink. I come down here to relax because it's quiet. The mezzanine level has a few stone planters, and a handful of secluded couches hidden among an assortment of tropical plants and overgrown fig trees. What the hell, I should just go home, I'm not going to be of much use for the rest of the afternoon. I never am after meeting with those old goons. How my father ever thought the five of them would be good business partners I'll never understand. Now here I am stuck with them… And then there's Mark … pffff, fuck!
There's only one company on this level; I can see the doorway from here, no windows, and just a small brass nameplate. The door swings open. A young woman walks out, expertly wheeling a dolly stacked with boxes. She's tall, long legs in her brown uniform shorts. Curvaceous. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone. A ball cap over her light-brown ponytail. Streamlined wraparound sunglasses hide her eyes but her lips are clearly exquisite. She stops and turns her back to me; let's the dolly stand on it's own as she enters something onto her electronic pad. She turns and for a moment I think she's seen me. Childishly I hold my breath. She turns and walks back towards me. I watch the muscles of her legs as she comes near, her sturdy boots squeak on the polished marble. She moves with athletic grace and surety. She pushes into the Ladies room taking the loaded dolly in with her. I can't resist the temptation; I follow her in. There are only three stalls, she's taken the furthest from the door, her dolly waits against the wall for her. She's humming a tune but stops when she hears me enter. I don't have to go but I pick the first stall and go through the motions. I'm slowly washing my hands when she exits her stall. Desire hits me with a full body shiver. My eyes explore her in the mirror. I glance at my own reflection and see the obviousness of my lust, I know I should not look and at her again, but I have to. She's looking down at her hands as she lathers them with soap and begins to rinse them. My own hands have been more than thoroughly rinsed so I turn off the tap and grab a couple of paper towels. Suddenly she's right next to me drying her hands as well. She smells like dessert. Must be vanilla body spray or perhaps it's her deodorant. She drops the paper into the bin and turns to grab her dolly. I've moved back to the counter, ostensibly to reapply some lipstick. I'm looking at her instead. She turns her head and looks right at my reflection her eyes still obscure behind the shades.
"You do know it is impolite to stare?" she asks with the tiniest smirk.
"Sorry." I try to switch to performance mode but I don't quite make it.
Her smirk widens to a smile. She's stunning, I can feel the pulse points in my thighs throbbing.
"Are you really?" an eyebrow appears above the right side of her shades.
"You are quite …striking." I say in the friendly way women use to hide envy or lust. She moves past me so she's closer to the door.
"So you're not really sorry then?" She is definitely flirting. I turn and look at her, let my eyes slowly travel her curves once again, and drop my voice and octave.
"No, not really." I smirk right back at her.
"Good." She dips her head as she says it and pulls open the door. In a moment she's gone and I'm left feeling flushed and aroused. Now I really need a drink.
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It's Friday, thank the Gods, and I have the weekend to myself. No family dinners or official appearances to make with Mark my so-called husband. The clock says 3:30; I might as well skip out early. I gather my jacket and attaché; my assistant Sheila is sipping tea at her desk.
"I'm taking off, Sheila."
"Had enough for the day?" She looks up through her diamond shaped lenses.
"Have I! You should knock off early too, feel like a margarita?" She looks mildly surprised.
"Who are you and what have you done with Kathryn Ridgeway?" She jokes. "I can't. Rain check? I have some things to finish, and I've got a date."
"Ooo, well you'll have to tell me all about her." I say quietly leaning close. "Really leave it 'til Monday if it's not important." I say starting to walk away.
"What has gotten into you today?" She asks emphasizing each word equally.
"Maybe I'm finally beginning to realize that life is too short."
I pass through the cubicles and leave through the private door. It closes with the satisfying clang of the Mag-lock, "freedom" it proclaims for me. I stride past the elevators and through the glass door to reception. Nell is dealing with a bike courier as I approach.
"Nell, I'm done for the day." I say simply.
"Ok." She glances at me. I turn to go. "Oh wait, these came for you." She calls and I return to her desk. The elevator chimes behind me. The courier bolts for it. Nell produces three large manila envelopes. "Sorry I didn't page you about them, they've only been here a few minutes." I hear the door swing open as I'm reading the return address … Barristers and Solicitors… I look up. It's her, My fantasy courier girl. Her sunglasses hang around her neck, she's not wearing a cap today and I can tell, by her roots, that her natural hair colour is much lighter than her current shade of brown. Nell is signing her pad. The nametag sewn onto her shirt says Nika. I look up from her ample chest and lock eyes with hers. Her huge, liquid blue eyes. She raises an eyebrow at me. She turns and smiles at Nell, then quickly nods thanks and turns to go.
"Have a good weekend Nell." I say over my shoulder as I follow her out to the bank of elevators. We don't look at each other; it's as I we've never met. A car arrives and she waits for me to go first. I push "B" and step back behind the man who was already on it. Nika moves to the back as well and stands at the opposite wall facing me. She glances at his back and then at me smiling, the barest, most subtle smile I've ever seen. She looks me over slowly. I feel exposed. I stand with both hands on the handle of my attaché, my jacket thrown over them. I think of the fantasies I've had about her and my nipples ache. I can just barely smell her perfume. The car stops and more people get on. She slides along the back wall closer to me. We're at right angles to each other our arms almost touching. I look up into her eyes, she's staring at my lips and moistening first her top and then her bottom lip. Her eyes reach mine and I feel heat blooming all over my body.
The door chimes for the main floor, the mechanical voice announces that this car is going down. The people waiting continue to wait. We're alone for a few brief seconds. Her voice barely above a whisper she says: "You do know that you are quite 'striking' yourself." All I manage to do is swallow and breathe. "I'd so love to kiss you right now." She says as the car reaches the basement.
"Perhaps that could be arranged." I say, my voice husky with lust. We step out into the long white concrete corridor and walk together towards the loading dock door. I stop next to an alcove for a doorway, it's about a metre deep. She pauses and looks back at me. I step sideways out of view of the hall. Her body follows her head as it turns towards me and she moves closer.
"This might not be safe." She says leaning her back against the cinder block wall.
"I'm sure it's not." I step towards her and she towards me. Her lips are incredibly soft and oh so persistent all at the same time. I drop my case and jacket wrapping my arms around her waist and ribs. She pushes my back against the door. The feel of her curves pushing into mine makes me throb. It's not a sweet kiss, no where near tentative, it's as if we do this all the time. Our mouths know each other, when to tilt, when to breathe, our lips part and tongues dive. The elevator doors open. Shoes squeak on the coated concrete. There is no stopping us; they'll only see Nika anyways, really. And my heels… suddenly the thought that we might get caught is really turning me on. The thought that perhaps some stranger will see two women kissing and be shocked, or surprised or even appalled makes me feel powerful, and makes me want to kiss her more. I feel her start to pull away and I whisper "no" as I pull her lips back to mine. The footsteps pass us by without apparently noticing. A few minutes later we release each other and stand staring. Our chests gently heaving, her nostrils are flared. Gods, she looks sexy.
"I must, I have … deliveries." She looks at me longingly. I try to straighten my clothes and resist her lips. "Could we?" "Are you?" we both speak.
"Tonight?" she asks looking suddenly very young and vulnerable.
"Where?" I try to embrace her with my look.
"Do you know the Willow Tree Café?"
"I'll find it." I reach out and stroke her jaw with my fingertips. She takes a deep breath.
"This really isn't safe." Her sexy little smirk is back; I give one of my own.
She walks away. I gather my things and stride quickly after her; as she opens the heavy metal door I mumble: "Time?"
"Half past eight?" She quirks her eyebrow in a question and holds the door for me.
"Thank-you." I say loud and impersonal for the benefit of the security guard, and then whisper, "Yes." I turn and stride away from her my body more alive than it has felt in years. I walk past the Janitors office, hear voices murmuring as I pass, through the archway surrounded by the smell of dust and car exhaust, I glance back. She's sitting behind the wheel of her company van the door slid back so I can see all of her. She dips her head once and then shifts into reverse. I hurry the thirty feet to my car. I decide to drive with the top down because it's a crisp and sunny spring day and life really is too short.
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Title: Nika Delivers -- Chapter Two
Author: Alibaba
Series: VOY
Code : Über J/7
Rating: PG-17
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My heart was racing as I pulled out of the loading dock. Still incredibly aroused from what had just happened in the hallway, the rest of my shift passed in a blur. Pick-up. Deliver, pick-up, deliver and all I can focus my mind on is her. I wonder if she has any Idea how long I've been attracted to her? In this job, in and out of offices all the time, regular time calls at the same corporations, you begin to recognize people; people you've never met or spoken to become familiar in a strange way. I noticed her for the first time last year; she was using a payphone in the small-underused rear lobby. I wondered why she wasn't on a cell. She was having an intense discussion, her voice full of emotion: "This just isn't going to work!" that was all I heard, but her voice was deep and strained like she was fighting back tears and rage all at the same time. When I left a few minutes later she was still there, still on the phone but not speaking just staring out the windows. I watched her reflection as I passed, I was certain she was watching me. I saw her again a week later in the smoke shop in the lobby. She was at the back flipping through a magazine; I took a long time to decide on an energy bar so I could take her in. She was wearing a silver-grey blouse unbuttoned at the neck. Her hair was tucked behind her right ear, the red highlights vibrant even in artificial light. She pursed her lips and raised and eyebrow at something she'd seen in the magazine. She snapped it closed and stuffed it back on the shelf. She strode quickly to the cashier; running her hand through her hair, she was buying gum. I took my place behind her and couldn't help but notice the gentle curve of her behind in her dark grey slacks. Close up she is beautiful in the same way the classic film stars were, carefully chosen clothes and neat hair, understated makeup that still shows off the freckles on her high cheekbones, a determined chin.
Once I'd quit bike couriering I had barely seen her and then it was only very briefly. Now this, twice in one week and oh Goddess does she know how to kiss. After I shower, I quickly decide on my loose jeans and dark pink ribbed top, I like how the top hugs my body without feeling tight, hopefully she'll like it too. The Willow tree Café is a ten minute walk from my apartment, it's a warm spring night so I tie my zip-up hoody around my waist. I'm really early so I stop to buy a magazine on the way. The café is in an old house on a corner lot, their patio is half hidden among the over grown cherry trees in what had been the back yard. I get a table closest to the street, and order a vegetarian curry for dinner. Forty-five minutes later while I'm sipping a coffee I see a black BMW convertible parallel park across the street. She has the top down; her hair looks tousled and windblown. She hops out of the car, watching for a break in traffic, she jaywalks directly towards me. My table is visible through the trees. She puts one hand on her hip as she looks up at me, then she slides her sunglasses off.
"So do I have to climb up to your balcony?" She asks smiling. I grin back.
"Ah no, not on a first date, the main entrance is around the corner." She slides her shades back in place and saunters away. Moments later she sits down and the server hands her a menu.
"Oh, I'll just have a coffee please." She says handing back the menu and smiling at our dred-locked waitress, "Unless, you'd like to have dessert?" She asks me looking casual.
"Maybe."
"I'll grab you dessert menus."
"Thanks." We say in stereo. She leans back a little and regards me with a small smile, "So this a date then?"
"Would you like it to be?" I ask feigning disinterest. She leans an elbow on the table and cups her chin in her hand.
"Absolutely." Her fingers curl and she tilts her head, glancing down at the table, "you need to know that this is pretty unusual behavior for me." Her eyes meet mine.
"Do you mean dating women or making out in the parkade?" I can't help but smirk a little.
"It wasn't quite in the parkade, but yes that's the part that's unusual." Her cheeks flush pink as the waitress delivers her coffee and a single dessert card. She adds two sugars and two cream to her cup. "I like it here, it's cozy, and sort of romantic." Her grey eyes scan the patio and return to mine.
"mmmm, they've strung little Christmas lights through the trees, it's quite pretty, at night."
"Do you think we'll be here that late?" Her eyes make my skin feel hot.
"Who can say at this point? I'm curious, where do you usually make out?"
She smiles and chuckles silently.
"It's sad to say but, I don't 'make-out' at all, generally speaking."
"Well that's a crime."
"How so?" She smirks as she peruses the desserts.
"Talent like yours should be shared, and then there are the health risks."
"Really? Such as?" That's gotten her attention, she looks at me expectantly.
"Passion of such intensity has to be released some how."
"I suppose you've saved me from spontaneously combusting."
"Indeed." I nod trying hard not to smile. She smiles at me and her eyes are laughing; she is beautiful.
"You're so beautiful." I blurt out and hold my breath, embarrassed.
"No, I dare say you're the one who's beautiful." She's turned her voice deeper and huskier, it sends a shiver up my spine.
"Well if only one of us is allowed to be beautiful it has to be you." I say quietly as our server approaches.
"Have you decided what you'd like for dessert?"
We look directly at each other, a tiny smirk curls the right corner of her mouth.
"Are you ok with chocolate?" She asks me
"Love chocolate."
"We'll share one of these." She points to something on the card and dred-girl walks away smiling. Kathryn turns to look at me again. She reaches out and squeezes my hand quickly. "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me choosing."
"Not a problem." I manage, my body more aroused by the second, "what did you order."
"Sex in Pan." She replies completely deadpan. I burst out laughing I can't stop. She giggles! Beautiful, polished, refined Kathryn giggles. I don't want this feeling to ever end. We leave the café as the sun is disappearing, giddy from too much chocolate, honest lust and the growing affection between us.
"Where did you park?" She asks standing on the corner.
"Oh, I walked, I don't live that far from here."
"Can I drop you off?" She's suddenly tentative.
"Couldn't we go for a walk? It's not that late or…"
"How about a drive?"
"Sure." We cross the street and I pause to put on and zip up my hoody; the temperature has dropped.
Kathryn is about to get into the car when bicycle brakes screech and Tommy is blocking my view of her.
"Hey hey, Annika, was that you I saw getting busy in the basement of Ridge-corp today? So who's the hottie? How long ya been kickin' it with her."
"She's ah right behind you Tommy." I murmur unimpressed. He blanches and says, "Well catchcha later." Hey grins at Kathryn as he hops his bike off the sidewalk and speeds away.
"He seems charming. Close friend?" She looks amused. I pull open the car door and sit down. I turn to her as I'm pulling the door to.
"I'm sorry about that, I knew him when I was a bike courier."
"Well at least we know who walked past us." She reaches over and grasps my hand. "Don't worry about." She lets go and shifts gears to back up. "Annika is a beautiful name, why do you go by Nika?"
"That's kind of a long story."
"Perhaps you'll tell me sometime."
"mmm" I reply. She expertly steers out of the parking spot and navigates through my neighbourhood. Old oaks and elms canopy most of the streets, Kathryn glances around smiling.
"What a great neighbourhood." She says to me half smiling, "hopefully I'll have the chance to get to know it better." She looks at me for several dangerous moments. She's very sexy when she's driving, competent, in control. In ten minutes we're out of the city heading east along the highway. She pulls onto a gravel road and reduces her speed. "Are we going someplace in particular?"
"Just pretty little spot I know, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like the view." She smiles.
"I'm pretty happy with the view I've got right now." I'm staring right at her.
"Is that a line?"
"If it is I've never used it before, you seem to bring out my cheesy side."
"I like cheese." The road rises and curves: she pulls over and opens her door, "well here we are." I join her; walking around the car. The last dying light of the sunset back-lights the city skyline. The Sky is awash in orange and red.
"This is gorgeous." I lean against the car hood next to her.
"Yes you are."
"Ok, that was definitely a line." I tease her, she's dipped her chin a little and is looking up at me with one eyebrow arched.
"I can't seem to stop flirting with you."
"Good." Finally we're kissing, like we did earlier, the same passion and need without the fear of interruptions. I sit on the hood and she stands between my spread knees. We're still kissing, deeply, thoroughly exploring each other. My hands keep returning to her ass, which makes her moan. Her hands can't decide between my breasts and the gap at the back of my jeans, which makes me moan. I lean back and pull her on top of me. Her weight feels delicious. She leans to the side to unzip my hoody, and push up my top. Of course we keep kissing. Meanwhile my hands are busy with her buttons, desperate to feel her heat against my skin. Her delicate small hand finds my left breast; my nipple hardens and presses up into her palm. She moans down my throat. I am wet with desire for her.
"Gods, I want you so much." She says into my ear as she nibbles her way down my neck. I revel in pure sensation for many glorious minutes. I push her away just enough to lean down and capture one of her nipples. She gasps. Her thigh bangs between mine making a thud on the metal hood. With a quick laughing "ow" she shifts and recaptures my lips with hers, then our bodies take over completely and we're moving together. Her arms cradle my head, her fingers are in my hair, my hands pull her closer. Our denim-covered hips grind and roll against each other. Goddess I want to be naked with her, coated in our liquid lust, making her lose control, and letting her drive me over the edge again and again. I want to make love to her for hours, days. A wave of orgasm washes through me, my brain overloads with sensation. Our bodies seem to fuse and ripple with streams of energy. We ride it out together until quite some time later when we can once again form coherent thoughts. She looks down at me wide-eyed, still breathing heavy.
"You are the most … amazing…incredible." She kisses me thoroughly. She relaxes and slips a little to the side, sliding her hand back under my shirt. It's completely dark, the stars have appeared above us.
"Goddess, what you do to me." I whisper, "it's like … like I never could have imagined."
The sky is drenched in stars, Kathryn snuggles closer to me.
"You do the same for me you know." She leans up on her elbow and gazes into my eyes. "Nika." She says it slowly, half closing her eyes before leaning down to kiss me again. We hold onto each other, silently looking up at the stars, until we are both chilled. "I guess we should head back." I murmur, startling her, she was half-asleep.
"I'll put the top up." She slowly pulls away and half falls off the car hood. Smiling and chuckling at me she pantomimes a shaky struggle to reach the door. I laugh for the pure joy of it. She's so goofy and open with me, she brings out my silly side. Once we are both inside the car she grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. She maneuvers the car through the darkness, shifting with her fingertips because she refuses to let go of my hand. We hastily exchange phone numbers while parked outside my building. One more passionate kiss then she watches me until I'm safely inside. I turn to wave at her as the door closes. I force myself to turn away, trying not to get too attached to the sight of her. My heart throbs but my mind remains cautious, it's a battle I'm quite familiar with.
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