Caught in the Matrix....

There was only one thing Jazz loved more than sex. It was money. She loved the smell of money, the way it felt on her hands, the dull, green color, and most of all, she loves that it does what she wants it do...whatever she wants. Jazz was successful, educated, and financially stable...a businesswoman. She earned her Bachelor's degree in Public Relations with a Master's in Healthcare Administration. These two degrees allowed Jazz the opportunity and freedom to work in any field of her choice. Jazz was also very respected amongst her peers, often being pushed to start her own business, but Jazz enjoyed her current 9-5. She currently worked for the City School System as an Associate Director for Human Resources, and she absolutely loved it. Although Jazz considered herself a loner, she got along great with everyone she met, she had a wonderful, warm personality, and everyone was drawn to her. Her greatest joy in her occupation was knowing, at the end of the day, she made a difference in someones life.

Part of Jazz's duties as Director was to coordinate open houses for potential employees. Whether they were recent college graduates, people re-entering the workforce, or those seeking other employment, there was something for everyone. From entry-level positions, to executive appointments, Jazz was in charge of it all. Her latest endeavor with the City School System was an event she was proud to call, "Reach For the Stars, The Sky's the Limit." This event had on-site interviews, resume workshops, recruiters from all over the state. It even had a booth that housed a professional stylist to show what to wear and what not to wear on a potential interview. Jazz smiled to herself and just took in all of the bustling and movement taking place. She did a wonderful job putting everything together, and she knew she would be praised for her accomplishments.

Jazz strolled around the room, making sure everything was in its place, offering any advice to any questions asked of her, when she came across the booth for Institution Modern, a year-round school for students in need of exclusive attention. She slowed down, almost coming to a complete stop. She had to catch her breath. She placed her hand on her chest...heart was beating like a hammer. What she saw before her, what stood in her path, was something...someone most women would take their last breath for. He was the most handsome man she'd ever laid her almond-shaped eyes on, and she'd seen plenty.

He didn't notice her at first, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was tall, maybe 6'4, with a medium build. He had on a cream-colored button-down shirt and a tie with black and cream mixed in. The square, black-framed glasses he wore made him appear studious and confident. He stood with his toes pointing inward, he's pigeon-toed, Jazz thought to herself. His head was bald and shiny. Jazz was a sucker for bald heads, and this mystery man wore it very well. He still hadn't noticed her because he was in the middle of a conversation with potentials. He laughed a little, and Jazz was able to see his radiant smile, his perfect lips, and teeth that must have cost a fortune. He was beautiful, and Jazz wanted him.

She stood in the same spot for a few more moments, acting as if she were observing the goings on in the room, really waiting for the instant where she could swoop in and make her presence known to Mr. Beautiful. If Jazz knew the woman she was, she knew she would have this man. The potentials walked away, and Jazz made her way over to the booth. His back to her, he turned around, saw Jazz and hesitated before he spoke. Jazz was now standing in front of him. "Institution Modern," she said, "is one of the best schools in the city. You must be proud of your students." He eyed her, up and down, head to toe. Of course Jazz was dressed in her best, as always. Everything she wore accentuated her curves. Before he could respond, "Jazz, and you are?" "Mason," he said with a smile.

Jazz and Mason instantly had a connection. They walked around the venue talking about the event, the possibilities, improvements for the next event, and so on. They talked so much, totally oblivious to their surroundings, that they ended up in the hallway outside of the room where the event was being held. Once they realized where they were, they stopped walking. They stood next to each other in silence, each one taking the other in, both feeling a magic between them, one that caused them to reach for one another in an embrace meant for two old lovers. Their lips touched, and immediately Jazz felt her body give in to this man. This kiss was slow, deliberate...seamless. Mason had one hand on her chin and the other hand caressed her derriere. Jazz melted...trying...forcing herself to hold back her buzz of delight. Her center swelled and dripped with anticipation. They kissed for what seemed like forever, until Mason pulled his head back and gazed at her, his eyebrows furrowed, as if in deep concentration. He looked at her like she was his woman, his soul, his heart. Everything Jazz was feeling at this moment was everything she vowed herself to never feel again. But she wanted him, there was something about this creature that left her in awe; she knew he was amazing. But, instead of Jazz getting what she usually wants, and gets, Mason walked away. He left her standing there, cold and alone. The second he walked away, Jazz wanted to scream. This shit just did not happen to her...EVER. Until next time...