Drama 99 FM by Janine A. Morris Page A

air as she took huge breaths, her body reacting to the shock and euphoria. It seemed that it happened in one action, that Polytics had removed her jeans and had her legs wrapped around his waist, thrusting her. Madison knew it hadn’t been one motion, but it was happening so fast she couldn’t find the time to think. She wanted to stop because she knew there was no turning back, but the heated moment was so unbelievable she didn’t want to stop it and ruin everything it could be.
    His shirt came off, and Madison ran her fingers all over his sculpted body as she grabbed, pulled, and scratched for more. He was so built and so large she couldn’t believe that all of him was wrapped around all of her. He was surely good at what he did because there was no time for Madison to think—it was as if he had put her in a trance. She had gone from his waist to pinned against the wall to bent over her desk chair to the edge of her desk and back to his waist. By the time they were done, twenty-eight minutes had gone by, and Polytics was just finishing what he’d started. They were both breathing heavily, and Madison couldn’t look him in the eye. It was like waking up from a dream—not wanting it to be over but in shock that it had even happened.
    Madison had changed clothes in her office before, but after all the years of working there, she had never been in that office stark naked until now. She began to pick up her clothes and slowly put them back on. Polytics began to get himself dressed as well. Neither of them said a word as they caught their breath and dressed themselves. It was as though they had silently agreed somewhere along the way that this was going to happen, so there was nothing to discuss. The longer the silence settled in, the more Madison realized what she had just done was so risky and crazy she was in disbelief that she had let it happen. She began to wish it really had been a dream and it wasn’t an actual reality that she had just finished having sex with a rapper—a rapper whose song she played on the radio constantly. She was well aware what kind of implications and drama could come from that reality. If only she were dreaming, it could’ve been the best dream ever, with no consequences to pay. This was looking like the real reality here: she had just had sex with Polytics. It was real good sex, but it was definitely something that could ruin her career, so as mind-blowing as the experience had been, it was beginning to lose its excitement.
    â€œThis stays between me and you,” Madison said as she put her shoes on.
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œI don’t normally do this,” she said.
    â€œRight, so it was just something special about me?” he asked.
    She just looked at him. “I guess you can say that.”
    â€œWell, that makes me feel awfully special,” he said.
    She was trying to remain composed and not let him see how uneasy she was. Although she was trying to speak calmly and appear unruffled, she could tell her mannerisms and fidgeting fingers were giving away just how frazzled she was.
    â€œThis is so embarrassing to ask now, but what is your real name?”
    He chuckled. “Clarence.”
    â€œNice to officially meet you, Clarence,” she said.
    Madison found it in her to find the humor in the situation. She had to admit, regardless of how unethical or tacky the sex was, it was worth every 1,680 seconds. She didn’t feel right critiquing his album after that; she just wanted to wrap this night up before anyone knocked on the door or saw them leaving together.
    â€œI guess it would be best if we listened to your album some other time,” she said.
    â€œThat’s fine, it is getting late,” he said.
    â€œBesides, you’re going platinum either way. You don’t need me.”
    â€œOf course I need you.”
    Madison turned back to see that Polytics looked serious. She had only been kidding, but