The Hair and Destiny

Sometimes in our lives, a dynamic is created that, no matter what you do, pulls you into its own "whirlpools"... I am an administrative secretary at a shipping company that manages time-chartered cargo.

We were to receive at the office the directors of a similar Croatian company, aiming for a vitally important collaboration. I went to the hairdresser, put on my blue linen set, pants-jacket (short) and a white cotton top. Total business look! Thankfully, I was at the tail end of my period and I felt very good... and combative.

The Croats arrived on time. Their general manager - a sixty-year-old gentleman - could have been German, but the managing director looked more like a Chechen terrorist. However, all these impressions of mine went out the window when they introduced me to the operations manager. Nenad was the epitome of a man: A copy of Jason Statham (the actor who plays in Transporter) in a lighter hue, impeccably dressed in a grey-charcoal suit. I was transfixed like a schoolgirl by his indeterminate-colored eyes and our handshake lasted an eternity.

The meeting was lengthy and contentious. It quickly evolved into a "duel" between me and Nenad, where I was on the verge of hysteria while he faced me calmly and with excessive demands in favor of his company. He seemed like a colonial overlord imposing terms on natives. However, I had arguments and at some point his positions approached ours.

It was getting late and my boss suggested we go get something to eat. The small marina was the ideal solution. He had already booked a table at an expensive restaurant and we set off. I couldn't help but comment on the Croats' beastly Chinese jeep that was following us. My boss told me to stay calm and that achieving an agreement was now in sight.

The food was impeccable, the fish wonderful and the wine as well. At one point, absolute silence prevailed and everyone's gaze turned to the plate of the Croatian director who was playing with his knife. A bright blonde hair was wrapped around a boiled potato, like a thin belt! The awkwardness was followed by my boss's outburst as he immediately demanded the restaurant's address. A well-preserved fifty-year-old woman with short blonde hair and a chef's blouse appeared! Her apologies and explanations were convincing, nevertheless my boss was furious! Excessively furious! He turned red and clutched his chest. He slumped in his chair and remained motionless.

Chaos ensued! The 166 ambulance arrived in record time and -thankfully- the General Hospital was on duty. Our own operations manager also got into the ambulance and I called my boss's wife. Half an hour later my colleague called me and informed me: a mild stroke! Nothing too worrying but they would keep him overnight. Yes, his wife was there and soon his daughter would go too.

Meanwhile, I had to stay with the Croats and do whatever was possible to salvage the agreement. I informed my mother I would be late and offered to show the foreigners around. They politely declined and said they would like to return to their hotel. Nenad invited me to go with them. Of course I accepted. At their hotel -on Poseidonos Avenue- we sat in the lobby and continued the discussion. The other two withdrew and I was left alone with Nenad! He looked at me intensely and asked me if I wanted to have a drink with him in his room. I accepted.

His room had a sea view. I went to the bathroom and checked my makeup! Ok! I changed my pad and came out. Nenad was waiting for me. And how he was waiting for me! Naked from the waist up with 2 glasses of champagne. I stood frozen! His muscular torso was covered in tattoos. As if hypnotized, I took the glass and before I could drink he embraced me. I surrendered! His lips were on my neck, in my hair, on my shoulders. His hands were... everywhere! "How many hands does he have?", I wondered. Like the Hindu goddess Kali.

I didn't even realize how I ended up on the couch with his hands removing the glass and taking off my pants. It must have been a surreal sight. Me in my panties and jacket and him in his pants. His fingers played with my calves, my hips, my toes. He helped me take off the rest and I was left in my underwear. Seeing the pad protruding he laughed and told me softly that blood doesn't scare him. He unclasped my bra so expertly, I understood he's done it thousands of times. Pushing aside my panties our lips united, while his fingertips explored.

I was in a whirlpool of passion, where my boss's stroke and the charter agreements were secondary and the only reality was my desire. Without stopping kissing me, he took off his pants. I don't know how and I didn't care. I caught a fleeting glimpse of his penis. Elegant, almost small with a cherry mushroom-shaped glans, which glistened from a silver bead pierced on it. His lips were now on my chest. they descended to my pubic area and opened my "lips". And the other "lips". His tongue was inside me and I was in another dimension. He lifted me like a feather and laid me on the bed.

I didn't know if the pink on his face was from the tail end of my period, or from my lipstick. I knew nothing and what passed through the neurons of my brain seemed like memories of some future past. He entered me. My vagina was a bell on whose walls echoed a previously unknown symphony of pleasures. He looked at me and I looked at him. Our rivers merged and I lost all sense of space and time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his smiling! The morning light accentuated his hard cheekbones. The orange juice in his hand was a challenge to replace my sacrificed fluids. I sprang up like a spring and -thus- naked I grabbed my phone. I spoke first with my mother and assured her I was in one piece... she understood. I was about to call my boss, when Nenad whispered to me that everything is fine. He had already spoken. He offered me the dossier with the (signed) agreement and gave me a soft kiss on the eyelids. I clung to him and we started the love game again.

We made love again and again. I told him I had started to fall in love with him and I saw him suddenly become serious. He took from the nightstand a small silver box and opened it! Inside was a hair. From my pubic area! He told me this was his treasure and that this was all he deserved from me. I covered him in kisses and nestled in his embrace refusing to detach. I was happy and complete.

The rest is simple recording. A week later Nenad was killed in a traffic accident outside Split. The agreement is still valid. Even today I refuse to watch a movie starring Jason.