Last Saturday night. Empty office. Overtime grind. I craved release. Strict parents. No fun. Thirty-seven. Fit blonde. Fine hands. Skull rings on finger. Time to rebel. Heart hammered. Open-space dark. Printer hummed distant. Coffee stench mixed with my perfume. Glanced dossiers piled high. Lilou and Sango eyed me. Twenty-five brunette in boots, tight skirt. Twenty-year-old copper-blonde, black dress, red heels. Cherry blossom tattoo snaked her bare back. Met them days ago. Quick coffees. Knew the game.
Door to conference room. Locked. Buzzed. Click. Lilou peeked. Opened. Pulled me in. Sango smiled. Lips plump. No one else. No guards. Tension thick. Sat at table. Blue glow from screen. Mouse clicks echoed. Dimmed lights. Trembled. They saw. ‘Nervous?’ Lit cigarette. First champagne pour. Pop. Bubbles fizzed. Lilou unbuttoned my blouse. Fingers on smooth skin. Chest bare. Showed my tattoo. Eager. Ripped shirt off.
The Build-Up
Sango: ‘Gift?’ Played dumb. ‘For more fun.’ Offered cash. Grinned. Stripped bare. Thongs only. Hands roamed. Lilou kissed deep. Lips mashed. Tongues swirled slow. Then wild. Sango took over. Fierce. Tongues fucked mouths. Printer whirred outside. Door locked tight. Perfume and coffee choked air.
Talked light. One out naked. Music shifted. Laptop clicked. Back. Intense now. Undressed me full. Naked. Fingers on tits. Pussy dripped. Mine on curves. Tattoos. Nipples hard. Kissed again. Hands gripped. My clit throbbed. Breath raced. Moans slipped. They owned me. Fingers plunged wet slit. Rubbed clit hard. Body shook. Came hard. Juices gushed thighs. Spasms ripped. Gasped loud. Savored every wave.
They kissed me. ‘You smell fresh. Dressed hot.’ Looked younger. Toned. Not the flabby bosses. Real hunger. Lilou ditched thong. ‘Touch.’ Hesitated. Bush trimmed. ‘Can I?’ ‘Fuck yes. Do it.’ Slid finger in. Soaked. Added two. Pumped. She moaned. ‘Oh shit. Good hands.’ Came quiet. Shuddered.
The Explosion
New bottle. Paid up. Fuck budgets. Revenge on lost youth. Sango stripped thong. Hair loose. Swapped spots. Pussy slick. Fingers dove. Eyes shut. Head back. Mouth open. Gasps. Moans built. Fingers slick with her dew. Varied strokes. She gripped my thigh.
Clit swelled again. Sango’s hand jerked it. Lilou kissed hungry. Pursued lips. Sango wild now. Body arched. Cries sharp. Office dead quiet but her. Coffee scent lingered. Printer droned. Felt peak. Lilou leaned tits out. Came second time. Squirt hit table. Her scream peaked. Orgasms crashed together. Waves owned us. Collapsed panting.
Kisses soft. Caresses lazy. Life chats. Three hours gone. Past time. Dressed slow. Last drinks. Non-alc for me. Buzzed perfect. More kisses. Lilou pushed another bottle. No. Done. Hugged. They wanted repeat. Maybe.
Adjusted skirt. Blouse tucked. Hair straight. Door unlocked. Click. Back open-space. Dossiers waited. Mouse clicked. Printer hummed. Coffee cold. Mask on. Pro again. Secret burned hot. Adrenaline high. No regrets. Owned the night.