Printer hums in the background. Click-click of my mouse. Coffee scent mixes with her sharp perfume. The Clinique des Acacias feels charged today. I’m Rebecca, 28, secretary. Done with lazy guys. Craving something softer, forbidden. Then she arrives: Dr. Anne-Sophie Lambert. Blonde, tall, angular face. Sexy as hell in her white coat. But bitchy. Snaps at me for being late. Demands keys to upstairs lounge. Our eyes lock across the open reception. Hers cold, mine curious. Heart races.
Days drag. She bitches about appointments. Too many, she says. I smile sweetly, skirt shorter, blouse open. She notices. Brow twitch. No warmth. Upstairs reserve: my domain. She takes the key anyway. Afternoon call. Horse owner. She’s not here. Door ajar upstairs. Sneak up. Lounge door cracked. There she is. Legs spread on the couch. Blouse open, jeans unbuttoned. Hand deep in panties. Fingers pumping fast. Moans low. Breath ragged. She’s close. Whispers my name: ‘Rebecca…’ Pussy throbs. She’s fantasizing about me.
The Building Tension
Next day, same shit. Few appointments. Stock shelves. She’s gone again. Upstairs. Door open. Standing now, pants down. Hand frantic on her clit. Geeking soft. ‘Rebecca…’ Caught red-handed. Push door. ‘You called, Doctor?’ Shock. She yanks blouse closed. ‘Get out!’ I lunge. Lips crash. ‘Can’t resist…’ She shoves hard. Fury. I back off, humiliated. Note slipped in mail: Sorry, but your lips… Heard my name. Come over.
The Raw Explosion
Ice next day. No words. End of shift. ‘My office, Rebecca.’ Door clicks shut. Locks. Printer stops. Silence but our breaths. She holds my note. ‘Should fire you.’ Stands. Grabs my head. Kisses savage. Tongues battle. Wet, hungry. Hands roam. I melt. Coffee-perfume haze thickens. She growls, ‘You drive me crazy.’ Pushes me back. Desk clears—papers fly. Jeans unzipped. Her fingers dive into my panties. ‘Wet slut.’ Circles my clit. I gasp. ‘Fuck, yes.’ Legs spread wide. She drops to knees. Tongue lashes my pussy. Slurps loud. Fingers plunge deep. Two, then three. I buck. ‘Anne-Sophie… harder.’ Desk shakes. Mouse clatters off. Her perfume overwhelms. I yank her up. Rip blouse. Suck tits hard. Nipples peak. She moans. ‘Eat me.’ Swap. I kneel. Her cunt shaved, dripping. Lick folds. Suck clit. Fingers fuck her gash. She grinds face. ‘Yes, Rebecca, tongue-fuck me.’ Juices flood mouth. Hump air. Orgasm hits her. Shudders. Squirts a bit. I stand. She fingers me furious. Thumb on clit. ‘Cum for me, bitch.’ Waves crash. Scream muffled in her neck.
Panting. Sweat-slick. Adjust clothes. Blouse buttoned crooked. Jeans zipped hasty. Wipe lips. Desk mess ignored. She smirks. ‘Clean later. Go home.’ Door unlocks. Click. I straighten hair. Smile pro. ‘Night, Doctor.’ Walk out. Clients gone. Heart pounds. Adrenaline buzz. Back to reception. Like nothing. But pussy aches. Her taste lingers. Coffee cold now.