Printer hums in the corner. Low drone. Mouse clicks echo across the open space. Coffee brews, sharp and bitter, mixing with her perfume. Cinnamon spice. I glance up from my dossiers. Files stacked high. Deadlines crush. Our eyes lock. Her red lips curve. Ambitious bitch like me. VP assistant. Wedreca. She nods toward the breakroom. Heart pounds. Tension coils. I stand. Skirt hugs thighs. Heels click on tile. Door swings. Clicks shut behind us. Lock snicks. Sealed.
Sweet warmth bathes me. Eyes flutter open wider. Fireworks of colors—reds, yellows, blues. Holiday garlands twinkle. Balls dangle. Table groans under caramels, meringues, chocolates. Mountain of candy. Spicy scents invade. Sugar and ginger. Envelop me. She approaches. No words. Tender hand, carnal soft. Caresses my neck. Cinnamon breath hot. Delicate. Deadly. Skirt rides up. No panties today. Risky. Exposed. She’s no innocent. Fingers trace. Palpate hips. Dip lower.
The Ambiance
Gasps escape. Body melts. She drops to knees. Takes me in mouth. Pussy lips part. Tongue dives. Sucks tender. Deep. I stifle moans. Printer still hums outside. Door rattles? No. Safe. Thrust hips. Clit throbs. Can’t resist. Her mouth devours. Wet slurps. Coffee lingers on air. Her perfume overwhelms.
She croques. Bites my folds. Sharp nip. Pleasure pain. Fingers grip thighs. Ginger taste on skin? Candy smears. One arm pinned. Leg spread. Devours inch by inch. Tongue fucks deep. Fingers plunge. “Taste like gingerbread, slut,” she growls. Dirty whisper. I buck. Melt. Her red lips shine slick. Sucks harder. No mercy. Body quakes.
The Explosion
Last glance. Table. My friends. Little gingerbread men. Round faces. Fixed stares. Chocolate eyes. “Run!” I think. Too late. She engulfs. Saliva nectar. Slides me down. Whole. Climax hits. Waves crash. I flood her mouth. Sweet. Melting.
Panting. She rises. Wipes lips. Grins. I slump on table. Candies stick to ass. Skirt tugs down. Blouse buttons fast. Hair smooths. Perfume sprays quick. Coffee scent masks us. Unlock door. Click. Out. Back to open space. Mouse clicks resume. Printer whirs. Dossiers wait. Meeting in five. She winks across desks. Cool as ice. I nod. Professional. Lust hidden. Adrenaline buzzes. Ready for more.