Lena had played out this moment dozens of times. Never like this. Never with this wild throbbing between her legs, this hot, liquid desire pooling in her cunt. The memory of the afternoon still burned inside her: the way Sarah’s hand had glided over the contract, lips slightly parted, eyes coolly appraising. They had fought for the same client, and Lena had lost. Now, at half past nine, the open-plan office was empty, only the neon tubes humming softly, a buzzing whisper in the silence. Lena just wanted to grab her handbag, her fingers already trembling, when she heard the voices from the boss’s office. The frosted glass was lit from within, two silhouettes outlined against it. She recognized one immediately: Sarah. The other was Dr. Brenner, the department head. Lena’s stomach clenched, but it wasn’t disgust. It was an electric shock that shot straight into her clit. She hadn’t just lost the account — Sarah was now celebrating her victory with the boss. The image of them, so close, made Lena’s heart race. She imagined Sarah’s hand brushing over Brenner’s crotch, how she might take him, how she took what she wanted.
Lena wanted to leave, but her feet seemed rooted, the carpet sticking to her soles. The silhouettes behind the glass moved closer, and then something happened she hadn’t expected: Sarah stepped back, the boss put his hand on her shoulder — and suddenly they were kissing. A fleeting, professional kiss, but one with a promise, a foreplay that exploded in Lena’s imagination instantly. She felt a pang. Not jealousy, but something else: curiosity, mixed with a hot, wet desire. She knew Sarah as a cool calculator, always perfectly dressed, her voice cuttingly sharp. That she would engage in such a situation didn’t fit the picture. And then, even more surprising: Sarah pulled away, said something, and the boss nodded and left the room. Sarah was alone. Lena’s cunt twitched. The moment was here.
Lena didn’t hesitate a second. She knocked, entered before an answer came. The door swung open, and the room smelled of leather, paper, and Sarah’s perfume. Sarah sat on the edge of the desk, legs casually crossed, a glass of wine in her hand. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing a strip of creamy thigh. She looked up, and her smile didn’t freeze — it grew warmer, darker, almost conspiratorial.
“Lena. I thought you’d be long gone.” Her voice was deep, velvety.
“I was going to. But then I saw something.” Lena let the door click shut behind her. The air between them was thick, almost tangible, charged with unspoken promises. She could hear her own heartbeat, the blood rushing in her ears.
Sarah set down the glass, rose slowly. Her high heels clicked on the parquet, a rhythmic grinding that drove Lena’s pulse even higher. “Oh really?” She came closer, her skirt rustling. “And what did you see?”
“You. With Brenner.” Lena’s voice was hoarse, rough with arousal.
Sarah’s mouth corners twitched. “And? Are you shocked? Or jealous?” She paused, right in front of Lena. The scent of vanilla and a hint of sweat, the smell of a long day, enveloped her.
“Neither,” Lena said, and realized she was lying. She was jealous — but not of the boss. She was jealous of the intimacy, the touch, what Sarah took for herself. Jealous of Sarah’s tongue, which might have already licked Brenner’s cock. “I’m just wondering if you always get what you want.”
Sarah was now only a step away. She smelled of vanilla and a hint of sweat, the scent of a long day. “Not always,” she said softly. “But tonight, maybe.” Her hand lifted, and a finger stroked Lena’s cheek, gentle but demanding.
Lena swallowed. Her pulse hammered in her temples, and between her legs it grew wet. Her cunt throbbed, craving touch. “What do you want?”
“You. Over there.” Sarah’s hand rose and brushed a strand of hair from Lena’s face. The touch was feather-light, but it burned like a hot iron on Lena’s skin.
“Why?” Lena’s voice was hoarse. “We’re competitors.”
“Exactly. I want to know if you’re as hot as in the meeting.” Sarah’s fingers slid over Lena’s cheek, along her jaw, to her chin. She lifted her face gently, forcing Lena to meet her eyes. “Let me find out.”
Lena could have left. She could have said this was crazy. Instead, she nodded, barely perceptibly, her whole body trembling. Sarah’s lips met hers, soft and demanding at once. The kiss tasted of red wine and a hint of mint. Lena moaned softly and let herself fall, her mouth opening under Sarah’s. Sarah’s tongue slid inside, exploring, demanding, and Lena yielded, her own tongue meeting Sarah’s in a wet, longing dance.
Sarah’s hands wandered under Lena’s blouse, fingers cold on the hot skin. Lena flinched, but Sarah pressed harder, pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together. Their tongues met, a first hesitation, then an exploration, deep and greedy. Lena buried one hand in Sarah’s short hair, pulled gently, and Sarah smiled into the kiss, a soft vibration on Lena’s lips.
“You’re persistent,” Sarah murmured against Lena’s lips. “I like that.”
“You too,” came the answer, barely audible, choked with desire.
Then there was no more time for words. Sarah unbuttoned Lena’s blouse, let it slide over her shoulders. The black lace bra came into view, and Sarah’s gaze grew dark, her pupils dilating. “Beautiful,” she breathed. Her fingers ran over the fabric, circled the erect nipples that stiffened under her touch. Lena gasped, threw her head back. Sarah’s mouth followed her hand, kissed the breast through the fabric, then pushed the strap aside and took the firm, hard nipple between her lips. A shiver of lust shot through Lena. Sarah’s tongue circled the nipple, first gently, then more demandingly, while her hand massaged the other breast, pushing the bra aside to rub that nipple too.
Lena staggered backward against the desk. Her legs gave way, knees soft as butter. Sarah didn’t let up, sucked gently, let her tongue circle, now firm, now tender. Lena clung to the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as the lust rolled through her body in waves, each wave more intense than the last. “Yes,” she gasped, “more, right there.”
Sarah switched sides, devoted herself to the other breast with the same devotion. She bit gently, let her tongue
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