So there's this hb9 that works in my office. Long, tall, leggy, busty brown skinned specimen. For the sake of the story we'll call her "Darla". Darla is never starved for attention, and she revels in it. Most of, if not all of the orbiters in the office break their fuckin' necks to get even a few seconds of her attention. It's comical to watch sometimes. Hell, even our bosses...old crotchety white guys go to great lengths to get a glance and a few words. And like I said, she eats this shit up. But when it comes to me, I give her ice.

Now I've been at this place a little over 1 year now, and when I was 1st brought on of course I noticed her, as well as the other hb's that work there. She'd give her shit tests, and I'd pretty much blow them all off. At 1st, she played off like it was no big deal to her. She's one of these stuck up Black girls who think because she's got natural hair (no weave), a banging body and a brain that she's God's gift to the male species. I'm sure you all may know a similar type of woman. Didn't take me but a couple months to establish myself as an alpha in these new surroundings. A fact my bosses caught on to fast. (Kind of the reason I got the position...but that's not important.) Months progress and I've socialized with people. Sized up who's worth their salt and who I could give two fucks about. All the while Darla has most of the betas wrapped around her little finger. I interact with her in passing, but I never give her the satisfaction of thinking she's "got" me.

At 1st I legitimately had no interest in the woman. But only an idiot would miss her attempts to coddle my attention. So I decide to game her. So the passing convo slowly evolves into a little more engaging banter. And as I suspected, this broad has about as much depth as a cup of dipping sauce. The moment the convo starts to swing to her talking about her...I either derail it or swiftly end it. And after about two months of this, I can see she's getting agitated. Any other female would put me in the "asshole" category and find a beta nourish her delusional self worth. But Darla persisted. Soon enough, she's breaking HER neck to impress me even more then the orbiters doing so to her.

I keep it going for another month. We're now in August of this year. And my actions force her to show her hand. She corners me alone and asks me "Are you always this much of an asshole, or is it just with me?" Mission accomplished. I've completely destroyed her convictions. The look of confusion, anger and sheer lust in her eyes was like hearing Pavarotti sing live. I could have plated her then and there, but I still had a few moves to play. So I answer he question in saying "Well, Darla. Truth be told...you're not that interesting." BOOM. Witnessing the moment you completely reduce a woman used to getting her way and told she's so awesome to ash...priceless.

So a week or so passes and she's avoided me. I'm thinking maybe I went for the jugular too soon. I've GOTTA be in the asshole category now, right? Nope. I'm sitting at my desk looking over security logs, when she comes and sits at the edge and asks what I was up to. Darla dun give a FUCK what people are up to. Like I said, this is typically a VERY self absorbed woman. But here she is asking me about my day rather then going on about hers. Seems my last move worked. She's now consciously trying to establish that she's not a shallow, attention mongering thot. So I humor her. The next few days, convo between us is more varied, and there's even mild flirting now. Needless to say those folks in the office smart enough to notice have their fuckin' minds blown.

So now we've reached this past weekend. A couple of us decide to go out for drinks at The Tipler (It's a trendy lil' bar here in NYC), and Darla is among the group. There's about 9 of us, 5 guys and for girls. The whole night Darla can't take her eyes off me. The drinks kind make things interesting also. So at one point I'm sitting near Darla and one of the other chicks, sipping on my Jack. Darla looks me square in the face as says "Let's go back to my place." The others gal...we'll call her "Shelly" looks at Darla with the "Holy fuck" look and then just grins. And I'm not one to turn down pussy when it's being offered. So we pay our part of the tab and a 21 minute cab ride later I'm balls deep in Ms. Darla.

Sunday morning I leave the poor girl laying in her sweaty sheets wondering what model bulldozer ran her ass over. I go about my day with a grin on my face having pretty much won the battle. And sure enough a few hours later she sends me a text saying she wants to do it again soon. Like later that night soon. Again...I'm not turning down pussy...especially when it's inviting me to do work. Pretty much gonna ride this shit til it gets old. Just gotta set ground rules that I'm not looking for a LTR. Is it a mistake plating a chick who works in the same place as me? Maybe. But's not the 1st time I've done so, and probably not the last.

Flag planted on dat ass.

TL:DR - There's a stuck up HB9 at my job I plated by being an alpha asshole to. Sometimes the high & mighty broads need to be brought down a peg to to show they're not the top of the food chain.