Courtney swept her lips along Toy’s mouth, tasting her with her tongue. She ran her hands over her breasts and Toy urged her mounds into Courtney’s palms.
Courtney guided Toy over to the couch and sat her down. She spread the woman’s legs and sat down at her feet. Instead of kissing her between the legs, Courtney kissed every surface of Toy’s body but between her legs.
She gently nipped at her shoulders. She kissed her fingertips. She kissed her hips, her belly button. She lifted under her breasts and kissed the sweaty skin there.
Toy was a writhing mess under Courtney’s machinations. Toy’s fingers went to her pussy. Courtney caught her hand before her fingers could make contact with her glistening pussy.
“No, no sweetie,” Courtney soothed. “Let Ms. Courtney take care of that.”
And then, instead of going directly for her cunt, Courtney spent a lot of time kissing Toy’s pubic bone, her inner thighs, her knees.
She spread Toy’s labia, but still didn’t take a sip of her honey. Instead, she went back north and kissed and suckled at Toy’s lips and then her breasts. Until finally, when Toy was writhing and moaning and begging, Courtney dipped her tongue into the sweetest little cunt she had yet to taste.
Oh yeah, she was going to like this job. For one, she was getting to have sex. For two, she liked being watched while she was fucking. She felt Mrs. Jones’ eyes on her, assessing her work.
Courtney sucked nosily at Toy’s cunt. She flicked her tiny bud. Then suckled it like it was the nipple on a jar of nectar.
Toy came. Hard and fast. Her body jerking and shaking. To Courtney’s delight, the woman kept her legs open, begging for more, instead of closing them in need of a break from the sensitivity of her clit.
Courtney dipped her head a little lower and stuck her tongue in Toy’s cunt. The smell of musky pussy plus the taste of Toy’s warm juices made Courtney wet.
Fuck, if she didn’t want to get off. But she had a job to do. Her pleasure could wait.
Toy’s second orgasm had the woman’s hips rocking up off the couch. Courtney climbed up and over her trembling body to let the woman taste her excitement. Toy licked greedily from Courtney’s lips and still begged for more. That was a little surprising for Courtney. She hadn’t met many women who could take two quick orgasms and then beg for more.
She let go of Toy’s lips and lifted one of her thighs. Courtney put her cunt over Toy’s. Both of their juicy pussies were slick as they met in the middle. Courtney began to rock her hips, scissoring the other woman with her womb.
She started slow. She had to. It felt just as good to Courtney as it did for Toy. And Courtney hadn’t come yet.
“You’re such a good girl, Toy," said Courtney.
Toy’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her face contorted. “Yes, Ms. Courtney. Yes, Ms. Courtney.”
“Ms. Courtney’s going to make you feel really good. Would you like that, sweetie?”
“Yes, Ms. Courtney. I’ll be good.”
Courtney sped up the motion of her hips, rocking them both higher and higher. She grabbed Toy’s breasts and squeezed, pinching her little, pink buds until they were red. Mrs. Jones had said Toy liked it rough. The pinpoints of pain set Toy off on another orgasm.
Courtney took deep breaths to hold hers at bay. She wasn’t finished with her work. Not yet.
She looked down at Toy who was drowsy with pleasure, but the woman was still alert. Courtney slowed down her hips and made circular motions with her pussy over Toy’s. She glided their juices everywhere. Up Toy’s legs, down her ass, onto her belly.
“Oh, Ms. Courtney, I’ll be good.”
“I know you will, sweetheart. Ms. Courtney is so proud of you.”
Courtney reached down between Toy’s legs and pinched her bud as she sped up her motions. Toy’s next orgasm shook them both as Toy’s hips lifted off the couch cushions. There were tears in the woman’s eyes as her toes arched back. Her mouth opened wide and she let out an ear piercing scream as the orgasm took over.
And still Courtney rocked on.
She kept stroking Toy with her cunt as the woman came down. She kept laving her labia over Toy’s pussy and the woman began climbing to another orgasm. Toy was well and truly whimpering now.
Courtney dug in, grounding her hips down and into the other woman’s throbbing, clenching pussy as though her clit were a cock and she could penetrate Toy. The slapping of their thighs sounded exactly like the thrusts of a man’s hips into a woman’s core.
Toy’s next orgasm looked as though it were ripped from her. Toy heaved heavy breaths as her cunt trembled and pulsed around Courtney’s. And then the woman collapsed back onto the couch. Her eyes closed and her limps went limp as her chest rose and fell from the impact.
Courtney finally released the hold she had on herself and her own pleasure exploded. It started at her core and radiated down her hips. She dug her hips even deeper into Toy’s as she chased after the orgasm.
As Courtney’s body began to tremble, Toy’s leg shook as one more orgasm was pulled from her, too. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Courtney collapsed onto the woman beneath her.
“What do we say, Toy?”
Courtney had nearly forgotten about Mrs. Jones watching from behind.
Toy opened her eyes and gazed at Courtney with complete and total adoration. “Thank you, Ms. Courtney.”
“Any time, sweetheart.” Courtney gave Toy a lingering kiss and then rose and faced Mrs. Jones.
“Well done,” said the woman. “How soon can you start?”
The Intern
Dakota walked down the hall in brand-new heels. She’d gotten the heels on one of those deal websites for a discounted price. Soon she’d be able to afford to buy them retail, though she doubted she ever would. She was a bargain hunter at her core. Her mother had taught her that there was always a better deal and that every seller was open for negotiations.
Dakota knew she’d nailed the internship here at Johnson, Dick, and Jones Goods and Services. She’d made herself indispensable to her boss Mr. Jones. That dude was truly hot. Every secretary, junior executive, and mail clerk leaned over to look as he walked by. Dakota had looked to, but the job was too important to her to reach out and touch.
A moment ago, Mr. Jones had called her into his office. Dakota was sure she knew what it was about. He was about to make her an offer for a full-time position with the company. Her internship was nearly up. Other companies were interested in her, but she was only interested in this one. She would accept his offer, but on her terms.
Dakota reached up and knocked on Mr. Jones’ door. The door was open, but she didn’t want to interrupt the conversation going on inside.
“Come in,” came a deep, male voice.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Jones?”
Mr. Jones looked up and smiled. Andrea Lowe, Mr. Jones’ colleague sat on his desk. They sat close. It wasn’t exactly professional. But Dakota had watched Mr. Jones treat Ms. Lowe with the utmost of respect. He’d often defer to her during meetings and praised her work in her absence. No man having an affair would do that. But still, they were sitting close enough for him to look up her skirt.
Andrea slid off of Jones’ desk. She turned to Dakota and gave her an encouraging smile. With her back to Mr. Jones, Andrea gave Dakota a wink and mouthed, You got this. Dakota felt warmed through at the vote of confidence from the other woman.
Once Andrea left the office, and closed the door behind her, Dakota turned her attention to Mr. Jones.
“Do you know what this is about?” asked Mr. Jones
Dakota came to stand before his desk. She pushed her shoulders back and folded her hands in front of her. She’d practiced this speech. She had this.
“I believe you’re going to offer me the entry position.”
“Do you, now?”
His tone took her aback for a second. There was amusement and challenge in it.
Dakota took another breath and continued. “You’v
e seen that I’m competent, a self-starter, and an excellent team player. I’ve contributed to the last account in a major capacity and I’m up on the next account, ready to jump right in.”
Dakota finished her speech and waited for Mr. Jones to comment. He simply eyed her, holding her gaze as though they were in a staring contest. Dakota was excellent at staring contests. She’d won many against her high school teachers and college professors. But this was a different arena, and this was a different man. She looked to the side, just past his shoulder, but not down. Never down.
“That was an excellent speech, Dakota,” he said finally. “But I wasn’t planning to offer you the entry-level position.”
Dakota’s stomach dropped to her new shoes. Her eyes slapped back to his. Her hands fell away from her belly and clenched at her sides.
Mr. Jones held up his hand. “It’s yours if you want it,” he said turning his palm up in an offering. “But I think it’d be a waste of your talents.”
Now Dakota’s head was swimming. She was completely unprepared for this conversation. She’d come in expecting to fight for one thing, only to be told that it wasn’t good enough for her.
“I’m considering you for a junior executive position. Not so fast.” He turned his outstretched hand back up into a stop motion. “I need to be certain you have what it takes.”
“What do I need to do?” Dakota answered, all thought of negotiations gone out the window.
“I need to see how much self-control you have.”
“Okay,” said Dakota. “How?”
“Are you open to discussing your personal life?”
Dakota gulped. What could this be about? She’d scrubbed Facebook, Snapchat, and Instagram of her freshman year and her partying and binge posts.
“I believe that the best judge of management is how much control a woman has over her orgasm,” said Mr. Jones.
Dakota blinked, uncertain if she had heard him correctly.
“To see if you’ve got what it takes to handle the rigors of this position, I’d like to manipulate your clitoris and labia in an attempt to bring you to climax. If you can last five minutes without orgasm that will prove to me that you have excellent self-control and the position will be yours. Or you’re welcome to decline my test of your will power, take the entry-level position, and we will never discuss this again.”
Dakota’s mind reeled. Her feminist sensibilities clashed with her capitalistic discernment. Was this sexual harassment? Was he actually making a sexual advance? He was giving her choice. She could say no.
Mr. Jones sat back in his seat making no advance. He didn’t leer at her or look as though he were undressing her with his eyes. He regarded her cooly, in the same assessment he gave the male junior executives in his employ. He spoke to her like they were negotiating a business deal.
She could say no and storm out. She could go to Human Resources and report him. But then he’d get fired, or maybe he’d just get a slap on the wrist, or maybe nothing at all would happen. In any case, the company had no ties to her. Her internship would end and she would be labeled a pariah in the business world.
She could take the out he’d offered. She could take the entry-level position and be guaranteed a job that had the potential for advancement in her dream company. Only, now that the higher position was dangled in front of her, she was hungry for it. And he knew it.
The bastard.
“How can I be sure you’re serious?” she asked. “That if I agree you’ll actually keep your word.”
“I never lie.”
“I want in writing,” she said.
Mr. Jones smiled. “Good girl. Take out a notepad and jot down the details.”
Dakota reached for a notepad on his desk and grabbed a pen. She sat in the chair across from him and began to write. As she wrote the words, she couldn’t quite believe them.
She would allow her boss to touch her intimately in an effort to see if she could keep her cool and not come under his hand. She couldn’t decide if this was the best deal she’d ever come across or a trick. Either way, she had proof if it backfired.
“You’ll get three tries,” he said. “Five minutes each.”
Dakota scribbled furiously. “You can only use your hands.”
Mr. Jones nodded. “Fair enough. You can’t get yourself off within an hour of seeing me.”
She scribbled that last bit, then lifted her head waiting further instruction.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready?” The pen dropped out of Dakota’s hands and landed on the floor. “Right now?”
“Yes,” he stood and came around to her side of the desk. He bent to pick up the pen. He leaned over and signed his name to the document. Then he handed her the pen indicating that she should do the same.
Dakota’s hand shook as she affixed her name to the lined paper. She felt like she was writing her name in blood as she made a deal with the devil.
“Would you like to lie down on the couch or sit in a chair?” he asked.
“Chair.” She assumed the less relaxed she was, and the less for him to see, the better it would be. Although she wasn’t prudish. Then she had a thought. “Did you do this with Andrea?”
“You’ll have to ask her. I don’t kiss and tell.” He bent down and positioned himself between her legs. “Ready?”
Dakota gulped. She took another deep breath and then she spread her legs as wide as they would go in the office chair.
Mr. Jones set his stopwatch to five minutes and showed her the read out. Then his gaze found hers. “You know, Dakota, I want you to succeed. I do think you are competent, a self-starter, and a credit to this team. Don’t let me down.”
Was this some mind fuck? Because her mind was fucked as his hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
His fingers traveled up her thighs. He didn’t take his eyes off her face as he worked her. It was as though he could predict every move she made before her brain communicated it to the lower half of her. She fixated on his pupils as his eyes narrowed and the tiny point of color dilated, flickering like a bulb that could see directly into her. She became fascinated with his eyes and focused on them instead of on his fingers.
Her eyes found the stopwatch. Three minutes down. Two to go. She grinned. She was going to win. She turned back to his gaze in triumph. She should’ve known better than to get cocky.
His lips spread wide at her grin. His fingers, which had been toying lazily with her folds, returned to her bud. Her eyes widen.
Fuck.
He’d been toying with her. Lulling her into a false sense of security. Now he went straight for the attack.
She tapped her foot. But that only served to aide in his rubbing of her clit.
She bounced her knee. But that brought him into contact with her entrance as well as her core.
She rose up on her toes. But that only served to aide her in squeezing her Kegels which were screaming for relief.
She held still and white knuckled the edge of the seat. She pressed her ass down into the hardwood of the chair. She tossed her head back and ground her teeth.
But it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop it. It was a tidal wave, and it crashed over her. When it was done, she opened her eyes to see that Mr. Jones gazed down upon her and disappointment.
“We’ll try again tomorrow.” He stood and straightened his cufflinks. “I still need those reports on my desk before you leave today.”
“Yes, Mr. Jones.” Her voice was just as shaky as her legs were when she rose.
“You did a great job on this report, Dakota,” said Andrea from behind her massive oak desk in her corner office the next day. “I hope you’re considering staying on. I know Mr. Jones has made you an offer.”
Dakota had been organizing the files in her folder, but her eyes snapped to Andrea’s at the mention of the offer. “Do you know the details of Mr. Jones’ offer?”
Andrea nodded. “A junior executive position. But I’m sure he’s doing some further evalua
tion of your skills. How’s that going?”
Dakota couldn’t make her mouth work. She knew; Andrea knew what they’d done next door. Did she know because he done the same to her? Andrea’s career has skyrocketed in the last few months. Could that happen to Dakota’s career as well if she passed Jones’ tests of sin?
“His methods may seem crazy at first,” said Andrea. “But he gets results. My negotiating skills have sharpened under his tutelage. I see that I’m worth more than I ever dreamed of asking for. I’m not afraid to say so any longer, for fear that I won’t get another chance. I ask for everything that I want, often more than what people are ready to give me. Jones is loyal, he takes everyone on his team with him.”
“So you passed his tests?”
Andrea nodded. Her eyes sparkled instead of narrowing in shame or competition.
“He’s married?”
Andrea smiled. “Hopefully you’ll meet his wife some day. She’s an amazing woman.”
“You’re having an affair with him and you’ve met his wife?”
“Is not an affair,” said Andrea. “Jones and I are partners. There are men who will try to take advantage of you in this business –women too. Mr. Jones isn’t one of them. Get through this trial. If you can pass his tests, nothing will stand in your way of success. Be strong.”
Dakota took Andrea’s advice with her as she went to his office. Mr. Jones stood at his picture window. His broad body was framed in the bright, afternoon sunlight. He turned when she shut the door behind her.
“I prefer to stand,” she said when Mr. Jones showed her to the seat she’d taken the other day.
He raised an eyebrow and then inclined his head. “Will you spread your legs for me?”
He said it with a question mark, but he added a commanding period at the end of the statement. Dakota did as she was told. Her heels click-clacked on the floor as she did his bidding.
“I was in the top of my class,” she said.
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