As May began, Nikki was on the verge of earning her college degree from Princeton. When she thought about graduating, she actually felt a bit sad that she was finished with her education after spending the past 17 years going to school every day. She was also excited to start the next chapter in her life.
Although Nikki had lived as an adult since leaving her parents’ house after high school, in her eyes, the end of her schooling signified a true entrance into adulthood and she was looking forward to what life would offer for herself and Stefania.
On the day of her graduation, Nikki donned a strapless tight orange dress that showed off her tanned and immaculately smooth legs and a pair of beige six-inch stiletto heels, along with her usual trio of gold necklaces -- a thick one around her neck and two medium necklaces, including a crucifix, that dripped to her breasts -- gold bracelets and gold Rolex.
Nikki put on a pair of Louis Vuitton full-shield sunglasses as she climbed into the back of her Mercedes SUV along with Stefania and Daniel, with Gina in the front passenger seat and Jasmine at the wheel. Al and Greta were also attending, along with Erica and Adrianna, who still had another year before their own graduations.
They reached the school and Nikki got out of the car -- freshly lit cigarette between her fingers -- and put on her black graduation gown and gold cord that signified her status as Summa Cum Laude, given to students with 3.9 or 4.0 GPA. Although she opted hold off on putting her cap on until the last possible moment as to not mess up her brown hair, straightened on this day.
Knowing it would be several hours until her next cigarette, Nikki puffed profusely in the parking lot, as did Stefania and Gina, the latter of whom remarked how much less tense this graduation was compared to high school three years early. Slightly embarrassed by her behavior that day, Nikki sarcastically pinched her mother’s cheek and smiled.
Gina’s eyes began to well with tears as she watched her youngest child, now a full-grown adult, set to receive a degree with honors from one of the best colleges in the world. Not only was she proud as a mother, but also as a former teacher.
Still wearing her designer sunglasses, covering half her face from the bright sun beating down on them, Nikki took one last puff and flicked her cigarette to the pavement before walking in to join the rest of the graduates.
After a long ceremony, Nikki finally walked across the stage to receive her diploma and she could spot her party in the crowd cheering loudly and she was moments away from flipping her tassel to the left.
Once the ceremony came to a conclusion, Nikki rushed to find her family, ensuring to hug her mother first since it meant more to her than anyone else. Afterwards she kissed Daniel and the rest of her friends. Finally she caught Stefania, who was hanging in the back, and gave her a big hug and whispered in your ear, “That’s going to be you someday, kid.”
After taking pictures with the dean of the college of business and the president of the university, Nikki finally said, “OK, now I need to smoke or I’m going to kill all of you.”
With six of the eight people in the party being relatively heavy smokers, there were several sounds of agreement. They went to walk around campus, a cloud of smoke hovering over them, and took pictures with the new graduate.
Nikki had officially moved into the real world and the world may not have been ready for a woman like her.
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After graduation, Nikki returned to work full-time, but she altered her hours a bit. She spent a significant amount of time at the club during the day, but picked up Stefania after school and spent time with her until after dinner. She didn’t go to the club every night, but she was free to do so when she needed to.
On one unseasonably cool Saturday in late May, Stefania was home with Gina, so Nikki opted for a night out at the club with Daniel. Nikki arrived shortly after dinner, with Daniel scheduled to come later in the night and with the bar crowd yet to filter in, she decided to sit at the bar for a while.
Nikki sat at the bar -- wearing a black tank top tucked into a pair of mint green capri pants, with a thick black leather belt to tie them together, along with five-inch black stiletto heels and her black leather blazer -- talking to her bartenders and occasionally patrons who were nearby. After about an hour, a tall, handsome man sat down next to her. Of course it was Domenic, and now Nikki was beginning to truly believe he was stalking her.
“So what’s your deal, dude?” Nikki asked him as he sat down.
“What do you mean?” Domenic asked.
“I’ve never seen you here before, but all of a sudden you show up all the time in the last six months,” Nikki said.
“I like the place,” Domenic shrugged. “Is that a crime?”
“No,” Nikki responded. “I’ll gladly take your money.”
The two then had a civil conversation, learning about various aspects of each other’s lives. Nikki actually thoroughly enjoyed speaking with Domenic -- he even waited patiently when Nikki went to her office to smoke -- but inevitably, he attempted to steer the conversation back to the idea of being more than friends.
“Look, I’m with Daniel,” Nikki finally told him in a firm tone. “You’ve got to stop trying to get me to go out with you. I’m not single and I’m not going to step out on him.”
“But why are you with him?” Domenic asked. “He’s small, goofy and spineless.”
“Because we click,” Nikki said. “He treats me like a lady and he respects me for who I am.”
“I would treat you like a queen,” Domenic persisted.
“Maybe if I wasn’t taken, but I am,” Nikki said once again. “And I’m not a big fan of seeing boyfriend constantly getting bullied.”
“Don’t have a boyfriend that gets bullied so easily, then,” Domenic told her.
Nikki rolled her eyes and shook her left arm to get her gold Rolex to slide down her wrist to check the time and decided it was time for the conversation to end.
“I need to go have a smoke,” she said abruptly. “Have a good night.”
Nikki got up from the bar stool and waltzed back upstairs, where she found Jasmine in her office watching television on the couch. Daniel would arrive shortly after and they enjoyed a relatively quiet night relaxing in her office.
Shortly after midnight, their drinks needed to be replenished and since the bar was hopping, Nikki sent Daniel down to get them rather taking a waitress away from her duties. After 15 minutes, Nikki got off the couch, figuring it was taking him so long due to the crowded bar, so she walked over to the window to survey the floor.
As she peered out into the crowd below, Nikki drew the half-smoked cigarette between her fingers to her lips, but Domenic caught her eye mid-drag, as she saw the tall, muscular man pushing Daniel, knocking the drinks out of his hands and onto his pants.
“Oh, what the fuck!” shouted Nikki in disdain, as smoke flowed from her mouth in the process.
Jasmine immediately came over to the window to see what drew her ire and Nikki told her to go bring them to the basement and wait for her to come down. She finally had enough of the constant rift between the two men and she was going to bring it to an end, forcefully. She felt partly responsible since much of it came from Domenic’s pursuit of her and she didn’t care for persistent advances from a man that wasn’t her boyfriend.
Nikki waited for a few minutes, finishing her cigarette and ensuring she was composed and in control of her wits when she dealt with the situation. She eventually made her way to the basement, where she saw Jasmine in the hallway, guarding the door. Nikki lit another cigarette as she walked down the hall, high heels clicking on the floor with every step.
“Stay out here,” Nikki told Jasmine as she approached. “I’ll call you if I need help.”
Before entering the room, Nikki held out her right hand, gold bracelets jingling on her wrist, and Jasmine handed over a .22 Glock. When she entered the room, Nikki saw Daniel lying on the ground in fear, so she quickly raised the gun, pointing it at Domenic.
“What the hell is going on here?” Nikki demanded, still pointing the gun in Domenic’s direction, causing him to keep his hands high in the air, a concerned expression on his face as he wondered if he was about to die.
“He shoved me again,” Daniel muttered as he pushed himself into a seated position against the wall.
“Is that what happened?” Nikki barked at Domenic, gun still pointed at him and cigarette still burning in her left hand.
Domenic confirmed Daniel’s claim with a simple nod. Nikki, completely stone-faced, looked from one man to the other as if deciding what her next move would be. She took two steps to the side so that Domenic was in her direct shooting path and took a huge drag on her cigarette, letting a voluminous exhale.
Just as it appeared she was going to pull the trigger, Nikki lowered the gun and an evil smile crept across her face. Letting out a wicked laugh, Nikki walked over to Domenic, put her arms around his neck and locked her lips with his. Domenic lifted her into the air by placing his hands on her buttocks as she stuffed her tongue down his throat and he reciprocated, all the while Daniel watched in stunned silence.
“You had this planned!” Daniel exclaimed.
But she didn’t.
As Nikki walked from her office to the basement, her intentions were to defend Daniel and to put an end to Domenic’s attempted pick-ups and bullying for good. However, when she entered the room, saw Daniel on the floor with Domenic towering over him, her feelings began to change and then completely flipped when Daniel outed his assaulter.
In that brief moment, Nikki was not upset with Domenic for his bullying of Daniel. Instead she was jealous that her own boyfriend have power -- physically, emotionally and financially -- to impose his will in order to get what desired. Domenic possessed the same desires Nikki did, but she failed to realize it. Erica was correct in that the two had chemistry and that was evident during their earlier conversation. When it came to his advances, Nikki wasn’t annoyed, but once again jealous that her boyfriend did not pursue his desires in an attempt to gain them at all costs.
Domenic finally put Nikki back on solid ground and she turned her attention back to Daniel, who had now risen to his feet, still in dismay. She took a drag on her cigarette, placed the gun in her blazer pocket and walked over to Daniel, meeting him eye-to-eye in her heels and blowing smoke directly into his face.
Her face then turned from a wicked smile to fury in a flash as she wound up and put her right hand across the left side of Daniel’s face with a deafening slap, causing him to lean back against the wall. As he raised his hands to his face in agony, Nikki put her knee into his gut, causing him to slump into a seated position on the floor, gasping for air.
Nikki took another drag on her cigarette as she squatted down to meet Daniel’s eyes, the back of her leather blazer riding up to reveal the black leather belt around her waist. She pointed her left in hand -- cigarette still smoldering between her index and middle fingers -- at his face, her Rolex hanging loosely around her wrist.
“I’ve spent so much fucking time dealing with your insecurities,” Nikki barked at him, smoke from her last drag trickling from her mouth and nostrils as she spoke. “How many times did I tell you to stand up for yourself?”
“I’m s-s-s-sorry,” Daniel sobbed.
“Sorry?” Nikki snapped. “I don’t want to hear your apologies. I wanted you to step up and be a man. But you couldn’t do that. Not even once.”
Daniel continued to sob as tears streamed down his face, with Domenic watching in amusement in the background as Nikki continued her verbal beatdown.
“I need a man that has some balls and does whatever he can to get what he wants,” she continued.
Nikki stood up, but rather than bringing the assault to a close, she once again slapped Daniel hard in the face. As Daniel flopped to the ground, Nikki bent down overtop of him, the crucifix on her necklace dangling in his face, and spat on him. “You make me sick.”
Finally finished, Nikki took one last drag on her cigarette -- which was nearly down to the butt -- and flicked it at Daniel as he lay on the floor and unleashed a large exhale as she turned around to face Domenic, flashing another evil smile with her bright white teeth and embracing him with another open-mouthed kiss.
Afterwards she paused for a moment, resting her forehead on his broad chest. Then she gained her composure, straightened her leather blazer by pulling it down with both hands and said, “Let’s go, baby.”
Nikki opened the door and Jasmine turned around, she handed back the gun and Domenic put his arm around her shoulders as they walked out. Nikki momentarily turned around as they walked down the hall and said with a laugh, “Get that piece of shit out of here.”
Jasmine stood in the doorway with a confused look on her face as her boss walked down the hall with a man that wasn’t her boyfriend when she went into the room 10 minutes earlier, while the man who was her boyfriend was one the floor in a heap.
When they returned to Nikki’s empty office, she immediately locked the door behind her, took off her leather blazer and began to unbuckle Domenic’s pants. She pushed onto the leather couch and mounted him. He placed his hands around her leather belt, pulling them chest to chest as she nibbled seductively on his ear and stuck her tongue down his throat once more. After taking off Nikki’s tank top and bra, Domenic stood up with Nikki still on his lap and placed her on her back on the couch. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants and pleasured Nikki in a way she had never experienced before.
Once they were finished, Nikki grabbed the cigarettes from the pocket of her leather blazer, lit one and sat down next to Domenic, wearing nothing but her matching black bra and thong and all of her gold jewelry. With her left arm cocked at a 90-degree angle, cigarette burning between her fingers, she looked up at Domenic.
“That was fucking incredible,” Nikki purred.
“I thought you had a boyfriend,” Domenic laughed.
“I did,” Nikki said as a content smile appeared on her face. “Now I have the right boyfriend.”
After putting her clothes back on, Nikki unlocked the office as Jasmine was walking back up the stairs.
“I took him back to his car,” Jasmine informed her. “He’s too embarrassed to call the cops. Want to explain what the hell happened?”
Nikki simply said, “I traded up.”
Nikki finally believed she had the man that fit all of the needs she desired and she was completely content.
Although Nikki had lived as an adult since leaving her parents’ house after high school, in her eyes, the end of her schooling signified a true entrance into adulthood and she was looking forward to what life would offer for herself and Stefania.
On the day of her graduation, Nikki donned a strapless tight orange dress that showed off her tanned and immaculately smooth legs and a pair of beige six-inch stiletto heels, along with her usual trio of gold necklaces -- a thick one around her neck and two medium necklaces, including a crucifix, that dripped to her breasts -- gold bracelets and gold Rolex.
Nikki put on a pair of Louis Vuitton full-shield sunglasses as she climbed into the back of her Mercedes SUV along with Stefania and Daniel, with Gina in the front passenger seat and Jasmine at the wheel. Al and Greta were also attending, along with Erica and Adrianna, who still had another year before their own graduations.
They reached the school and Nikki got out of the car -- freshly lit cigarette between her fingers -- and put on her black graduation gown and gold cord that signified her status as Summa Cum Laude, given to students with 3.9 or 4.0 GPA. Although she opted hold off on putting her cap on until the last possible moment as to not mess up her brown hair, straightened on this day.
Knowing it would be several hours until her next cigarette, Nikki puffed profusely in the parking lot, as did Stefania and Gina, the latter of whom remarked how much less tense this graduation was compared to high school three years early. Slightly embarrassed by her behavior that day, Nikki sarcastically pinched her mother’s cheek and smiled.
Gina’s eyes began to well with tears as she watched her youngest child, now a full-grown adult, set to receive a degree with honors from one of the best colleges in the world. Not only was she proud as a mother, but also as a former teacher.
Still wearing her designer sunglasses, covering half her face from the bright sun beating down on them, Nikki took one last puff and flicked her cigarette to the pavement before walking in to join the rest of the graduates.
After a long ceremony, Nikki finally walked across the stage to receive her diploma and she could spot her party in the crowd cheering loudly and she was moments away from flipping her tassel to the left.
Once the ceremony came to a conclusion, Nikki rushed to find her family, ensuring to hug her mother first since it meant more to her than anyone else. Afterwards she kissed Daniel and the rest of her friends. Finally she caught Stefania, who was hanging in the back, and gave her a big hug and whispered in your ear, “That’s going to be you someday, kid.”
After taking pictures with the dean of the college of business and the president of the university, Nikki finally said, “OK, now I need to smoke or I’m going to kill all of you.”
With six of the eight people in the party being relatively heavy smokers, there were several sounds of agreement. They went to walk around campus, a cloud of smoke hovering over them, and took pictures with the new graduate.
Nikki had officially moved into the real world and the world may not have been ready for a woman like her.
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After graduation, Nikki returned to work full-time, but she altered her hours a bit. She spent a significant amount of time at the club during the day, but picked up Stefania after school and spent time with her until after dinner. She didn’t go to the club every night, but she was free to do so when she needed to.
On one unseasonably cool Saturday in late May, Stefania was home with Gina, so Nikki opted for a night out at the club with Daniel. Nikki arrived shortly after dinner, with Daniel scheduled to come later in the night and with the bar crowd yet to filter in, she decided to sit at the bar for a while.
Nikki sat at the bar -- wearing a black tank top tucked into a pair of mint green capri pants, with a thick black leather belt to tie them together, along with five-inch black stiletto heels and her black leather blazer -- talking to her bartenders and occasionally patrons who were nearby. After about an hour, a tall, handsome man sat down next to her. Of course it was Domenic, and now Nikki was beginning to truly believe he was stalking her.
“So what’s your deal, dude?” Nikki asked him as he sat down.
“What do you mean?” Domenic asked.
“I’ve never seen you here before, but all of a sudden you show up all the time in the last six months,” Nikki said.
“I like the place,” Domenic shrugged. “Is that a crime?”
“No,” Nikki responded. “I’ll gladly take your money.”
The two then had a civil conversation, learning about various aspects of each other’s lives. Nikki actually thoroughly enjoyed speaking with Domenic -- he even waited patiently when Nikki went to her office to smoke -- but inevitably, he attempted to steer the conversation back to the idea of being more than friends.
“Look, I’m with Daniel,” Nikki finally told him in a firm tone. “You’ve got to stop trying to get me to go out with you. I’m not single and I’m not going to step out on him.”
“But why are you with him?” Domenic asked. “He’s small, goofy and spineless.”
“Because we click,” Nikki said. “He treats me like a lady and he respects me for who I am.”
“I would treat you like a queen,” Domenic persisted.
“Maybe if I wasn’t taken, but I am,” Nikki said once again. “And I’m not a big fan of seeing boyfriend constantly getting bullied.”
“Don’t have a boyfriend that gets bullied so easily, then,” Domenic told her.
Nikki rolled her eyes and shook her left arm to get her gold Rolex to slide down her wrist to check the time and decided it was time for the conversation to end.
“I need to go have a smoke,” she said abruptly. “Have a good night.”
Nikki got up from the bar stool and waltzed back upstairs, where she found Jasmine in her office watching television on the couch. Daniel would arrive shortly after and they enjoyed a relatively quiet night relaxing in her office.
Shortly after midnight, their drinks needed to be replenished and since the bar was hopping, Nikki sent Daniel down to get them rather taking a waitress away from her duties. After 15 minutes, Nikki got off the couch, figuring it was taking him so long due to the crowded bar, so she walked over to the window to survey the floor.
As she peered out into the crowd below, Nikki drew the half-smoked cigarette between her fingers to her lips, but Domenic caught her eye mid-drag, as she saw the tall, muscular man pushing Daniel, knocking the drinks out of his hands and onto his pants.
“Oh, what the fuck!” shouted Nikki in disdain, as smoke flowed from her mouth in the process.
Jasmine immediately came over to the window to see what drew her ire and Nikki told her to go bring them to the basement and wait for her to come down. She finally had enough of the constant rift between the two men and she was going to bring it to an end, forcefully. She felt partly responsible since much of it came from Domenic’s pursuit of her and she didn’t care for persistent advances from a man that wasn’t her boyfriend.
Nikki waited for a few minutes, finishing her cigarette and ensuring she was composed and in control of her wits when she dealt with the situation. She eventually made her way to the basement, where she saw Jasmine in the hallway, guarding the door. Nikki lit another cigarette as she walked down the hall, high heels clicking on the floor with every step.
“Stay out here,” Nikki told Jasmine as she approached. “I’ll call you if I need help.”
Before entering the room, Nikki held out her right hand, gold bracelets jingling on her wrist, and Jasmine handed over a .22 Glock. When she entered the room, Nikki saw Daniel lying on the ground in fear, so she quickly raised the gun, pointing it at Domenic.
“What the hell is going on here?” Nikki demanded, still pointing the gun in Domenic’s direction, causing him to keep his hands high in the air, a concerned expression on his face as he wondered if he was about to die.
“He shoved me again,” Daniel muttered as he pushed himself into a seated position against the wall.
“Is that what happened?” Nikki barked at Domenic, gun still pointed at him and cigarette still burning in her left hand.
Domenic confirmed Daniel’s claim with a simple nod. Nikki, completely stone-faced, looked from one man to the other as if deciding what her next move would be. She took two steps to the side so that Domenic was in her direct shooting path and took a huge drag on her cigarette, letting a voluminous exhale.
Just as it appeared she was going to pull the trigger, Nikki lowered the gun and an evil smile crept across her face. Letting out a wicked laugh, Nikki walked over to Domenic, put her arms around his neck and locked her lips with his. Domenic lifted her into the air by placing his hands on her buttocks as she stuffed her tongue down his throat and he reciprocated, all the while Daniel watched in stunned silence.
“You had this planned!” Daniel exclaimed.
But she didn’t.
As Nikki walked from her office to the basement, her intentions were to defend Daniel and to put an end to Domenic’s attempted pick-ups and bullying for good. However, when she entered the room, saw Daniel on the floor with Domenic towering over him, her feelings began to change and then completely flipped when Daniel outed his assaulter.
In that brief moment, Nikki was not upset with Domenic for his bullying of Daniel. Instead she was jealous that her own boyfriend have power -- physically, emotionally and financially -- to impose his will in order to get what desired. Domenic possessed the same desires Nikki did, but she failed to realize it. Erica was correct in that the two had chemistry and that was evident during their earlier conversation. When it came to his advances, Nikki wasn’t annoyed, but once again jealous that her boyfriend did not pursue his desires in an attempt to gain them at all costs.
Domenic finally put Nikki back on solid ground and she turned her attention back to Daniel, who had now risen to his feet, still in dismay. She took a drag on her cigarette, placed the gun in her blazer pocket and walked over to Daniel, meeting him eye-to-eye in her heels and blowing smoke directly into his face.
Her face then turned from a wicked smile to fury in a flash as she wound up and put her right hand across the left side of Daniel’s face with a deafening slap, causing him to lean back against the wall. As he raised his hands to his face in agony, Nikki put her knee into his gut, causing him to slump into a seated position on the floor, gasping for air.
Nikki took another drag on her cigarette as she squatted down to meet Daniel’s eyes, the back of her leather blazer riding up to reveal the black leather belt around her waist. She pointed her left in hand -- cigarette still smoldering between her index and middle fingers -- at his face, her Rolex hanging loosely around her wrist.
“I’ve spent so much fucking time dealing with your insecurities,” Nikki barked at him, smoke from her last drag trickling from her mouth and nostrils as she spoke. “How many times did I tell you to stand up for yourself?”
“I’m s-s-s-sorry,” Daniel sobbed.
“Sorry?” Nikki snapped. “I don’t want to hear your apologies. I wanted you to step up and be a man. But you couldn’t do that. Not even once.”
Daniel continued to sob as tears streamed down his face, with Domenic watching in amusement in the background as Nikki continued her verbal beatdown.
“I need a man that has some balls and does whatever he can to get what he wants,” she continued.
Nikki stood up, but rather than bringing the assault to a close, she once again slapped Daniel hard in the face. As Daniel flopped to the ground, Nikki bent down overtop of him, the crucifix on her necklace dangling in his face, and spat on him. “You make me sick.”
Finally finished, Nikki took one last drag on her cigarette -- which was nearly down to the butt -- and flicked it at Daniel as he lay on the floor and unleashed a large exhale as she turned around to face Domenic, flashing another evil smile with her bright white teeth and embracing him with another open-mouthed kiss.
Afterwards she paused for a moment, resting her forehead on his broad chest. Then she gained her composure, straightened her leather blazer by pulling it down with both hands and said, “Let’s go, baby.”
Nikki opened the door and Jasmine turned around, she handed back the gun and Domenic put his arm around her shoulders as they walked out. Nikki momentarily turned around as they walked down the hall and said with a laugh, “Get that piece of shit out of here.”
Jasmine stood in the doorway with a confused look on her face as her boss walked down the hall with a man that wasn’t her boyfriend when she went into the room 10 minutes earlier, while the man who was her boyfriend was one the floor in a heap.
When they returned to Nikki’s empty office, she immediately locked the door behind her, took off her leather blazer and began to unbuckle Domenic’s pants. She pushed onto the leather couch and mounted him. He placed his hands around her leather belt, pulling them chest to chest as she nibbled seductively on his ear and stuck her tongue down his throat once more. After taking off Nikki’s tank top and bra, Domenic stood up with Nikki still on his lap and placed her on her back on the couch. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants and pleasured Nikki in a way she had never experienced before.
Once they were finished, Nikki grabbed the cigarettes from the pocket of her leather blazer, lit one and sat down next to Domenic, wearing nothing but her matching black bra and thong and all of her gold jewelry. With her left arm cocked at a 90-degree angle, cigarette burning between her fingers, she looked up at Domenic.
“That was fucking incredible,” Nikki purred.
“I thought you had a boyfriend,” Domenic laughed.
“I did,” Nikki said as a content smile appeared on her face. “Now I have the right boyfriend.”
After putting her clothes back on, Nikki unlocked the office as Jasmine was walking back up the stairs.
“I took him back to his car,” Jasmine informed her. “He’s too embarrassed to call the cops. Want to explain what the hell happened?”
Nikki simply said, “I traded up.”
Nikki finally believed she had the man that fit all of the needs she desired and she was completely content.
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