Office Party

Jane wasn’t normally vindictive, but Troy pushed her one step too far. Her office rival grinned and winked as he paraded his date before the lecherous CEO at the office party. Now Troy was chatting with the leader of the company while he gloated.

His date looked bored and Jane was known for being nice. She sidled up to Miss-my-dress-is-two-sizes-too-small. “Hi, I’m Jane, Troy’s co-worker.” She offered her hand.

“I’m Sasha. I’ve been dating him for a bit.” They shook hands.

“Looks like your drink is empty and he’s busy schmoozing. Need a refill?” Jane smiled.

“Sure, thanks.” Jane hooked her arm in Sasha’s and led her to the drink table. Jane looked over her shoulder at Troy’s narrowed eyes, she grinned and waved.

“How did you meet Troy?”

“A dating app. We chatted and he was so charming. Most guys on those apps are jerks.”

Yeah, Troy could be a charming jerk. “Enough about him. Tell me about you.” They refilled their drinks while Sasha talked about her job at a fashion design firm.

“That must be why you have a great dress.”

“Troy bought this for me. It was too small, but he pouted and begged me to wear it.”

Jane looked at Sasha’s ample cleavage then to her eyes. “Well, I appreciate the look. You must be the sexiest woman here.” Jane waved her hands at the people gathered.

Sasha blushed and looked in her drink. “Thank you.”

Jane put her hand on the other woman’s arm. “You’re welcome.” She snuck a grin at Troy still talking to Ms. Teitz. He grinned triumphantly, and Jane turned her back on him. “Did Troy offer to show you the view from his office?”

Sasha shook her head, her blond curls brushing her shoulders, “Nope.”

Jane put her arm around her rival’s date. “He’ll be awhile talking. Why don’t I show you?”

“Okay.” Sasha looked over her shoulder.

Jane kept the woman close as they rode the elevator.

“I’m glad I met you,” Sasha said. “The other women glared at me then Troy started talking to his boss.”

Jane squeezed Sasha, checking her cleavage again. “I’m glad I met you too. You looked like you needed rescuing.” She used her keycard to swipe into the office. They walked to the window overlooking the city.

As Sasha took in the view, Jane was glad she wore her heels, so she had a slight advantage over the beautiful woman.

“It is a great view. I’m stuck in a cubicle.”

Jane wrapped her arm around Sasha from behind. “Great view.” She nuzzled the blonde’s neck. “Have you ever kissed a woman?”

“Well what about —?”

“Don’t worry about him. No one else is here, so no one will know. Just a kiss. I bet you’ve been curious about kissing another woman.” Jane circled so they faced one another.

“You want to kiss me?”

“Since the moment I saw you.”

Sasha licked her lips. “I’ve always wondered. Promise you won’t tell?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Okay.”

Jane pressed her lips to Sasha’s before she said more. The innocent woman was tense at first, but Jane’s lips coaxed her to soften. Their tongues met as their bodies came together, pressing, circling.

Jane’s original play was to kiss Sasha, but she was rubbing closer. Jane grabbed her ass first and she moaned, so she moved to the woman’s breast, kneeing it through her dress.

Sasha pulled from the kiss. Jane didn’t stop her caress. “Should we stop? I only meant to kiss you, not grope you.”

“I guess we should. Only I never imagined a woman’s touch better than a man’s — would it be wrong if we went — a little…”

Jane grinned. Hell Yes! “I won’t tell if you don’t. How about we pull your dress down so I can touch your skin?”

Sasha tittered, but she let Jane pull the fabric down to reveal her strapless bra. A quick flick of the clasp and they removed the garment.

Jane kissed Sasha again, caressing her breasts. Then focusing on her nipples, Sasha rubbed her legs together in response to the teasing. Jane laughed, Don’t worry we’ll get there.

Jane kissed down the gorgeous neck to the luscious tits on offer. She sucked a plump nipple as her hands worked the dress up.

Sasha didn’t protest when Jane’s palm skimmed over her satin panties. “I bet you are lovely under here. Let’s see how you like your sweet spot touched.” Jane slipped a finger under the satin crotch and between the slippery folds until Sasha moaned.

“Men don’t know how to touch women.”

“Has Troy been neglecting the best part? If you think that’s good, let me show you what I can do with my mouth.”

“Not neglecting, but lacks your adept touch.”

Jane helped Sasha remove her panties. Both women kicked their heels off before Jane knelt to worship at the shrine of pussy. She lapped the silk lips, teasing.

“Please, Jane. I can’t wait.”

“So greedy.” But Jane relented, sucking the nub of pleasure until Sasha clung to her hair, moaning.

“You bitch,” Troy yelped from behind them.

Jane groaned her as her chance at teaching the lovely Sasha to eat pussy evaporated. “Fuck.” She flicked her tongue over Sasha’s clit making her jerk before sitting back. “This is a private party.”

When she turned to Troy, his handsome face was scowling in anger. “I never took you for a pussy licker. You had a boyfriend.”

“Lots of things you don’t know.”

He caught Jane around the waist. “Did you like the way she pulls your hair while you lick her clit? And her moans are so so sweet.”

“Loved it.” She met his eyes, defiant, expecting him to push her away. Instead he pulled her closer, kissing her hard.

Her mouth opened to protest, but ever opportunistic Troy used it to deepen the kiss, licking his girlfriend’s taste from his coworker’s mouth.

When he squeezed her breast, Jane moaned, bouncing from fight mode back to sex. “Since you have been satisfied, Sasha you won’t mind if I pleasure Jane, will you?” Troy pulled at the buttons of Jane’s shirt.

“All of her skill, I’m curious what she likes.” Sasha sat in an office chair, pulling her dress over her chest.

“I have been curious about Jane since she came to this office, what’s under her clothes.” He grinned at Jane with trump as he opened her blouse.

“What?” she gaped.

“Oh yes, Jane. I’ve wanted you but you were immune to my charm. Rebuffed me every time we talked.” Troy pulled the cup of her bra down to expose her. He was all business as he licked her skin.

Jane grabbed his hair, her body primed from playing with Sasha. “You’re way too charming, too dangerous. I know your type.” Even as Jane tried to deny her attraction, her thighs rubbed together, her back arched for him.

“I’d believe you if your body wasn’t begging for my touch.” He caught her waist, and pulled her against him, his erection rubbing her cleft.

“That’s form the performance your girlfriend gave. Too bad you missed it.”

Troy pinched Jane’s nipple. “I’ve fucked her every way that can be done. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her pussy in my face and my dick in her mouth. After I make you beg, you can watch me and her.”

“I won’t beg you. If you want to make me orgasm, then do it. Otherwise, hands off and you can fuck Sasha, her pussy is ripe for it.”

He unbuttoned Jane’s pants while staring into her hostile eyes. The pants were shoved to her ankles along with her panties. “I could smell you through your pants.” His palm pet her mound, cupping, massaging the lips. One long finger delve into the slickness within, pushing deep in her.

The one digit stroking her, while Troy’s handsome face watched her for pleasure set off a firecracker inside. A small explosion of sensation between her legs left her wanting more. Jane grabbed his shoulders, kissing him to remove his intensity from her.

“Tell me what you need to come,” he whispered against her lips.

Jane did a cost-benefit analysis of climaxing on her enemy's finger in their offices. Orgasm versus Troy having leverage with her. While she mused, he pushed his thumb to her clit. Pleasure jolted through her warming her in every direction.

Her head dropped to his shoulder. “Keep doing that. I mean don’t stop. Move in a circle.”

Troy followed directions — that was shocking, but after one revolution he stopped. “Like that? Maybe softer?” Another cycle. “Or harder.” Two fingers entered her now, then harder faster until she shook in his embrace.

“Yes, like that.” Her inner thighs tensed, ready to fly, and he stopped. “Hey now. What the fuck?”

“Beg,” Sasha said, reminding them of her presence. “He likes to make you beg.”

“Sasha is excellent at begging. My favorite is on her knees begging to suck my cock. I get her to the point where she’s so close to orgasm she can taste it, and she’ll do anything for it. Then I make her blow me. Then I let her come, unless she’s been a bad girl.” Troy winked at his lover.

Jane wasn’t the begging type, but she also couldn’t go down to the party aroused. “I don’t need you. I’m capable with my own hands.” She pushed at his chest.

“But you’ll always wonder how good it would be to have my cock in you.”

“You just want to take a dip in my pussy. I don’t beg.”

His thumb swirled her core again, slow deliberate teasing. “Meet me halfway. Tell me you want to come and that you want my dick in you.”

“I want to come and I’m about two seconds from doing it myself. Now admit you want to feel my cunt clenching your six inches.”

“Eight,” he ground out. “Fine, I want my cock buried inside your tight pussy.”

“Do you have a condom?” Jane asked.

“I do.” Sasha held up her purse.

“And your fine with me fucking your boyfriend?” Jane raised her brows at the other woman.

“You fucked her. All’s fair,” Troy said.

“Okay, I’m ready. I come you come and we return to hating each other.”

Troy’s response was a hard finger to her clit. A mouth closed on Jane’s nipple and she realized it was Sasha.

Jane’s second explosion began, bliss ricocheting through her nerves. A word she never thought she’d associate with Troy.

Jane was still shaking when he spun her around and pushed her on the desk. She balanced her weight on her elbows. In the window reflection, Troy covered himself then slid into her. Her still lingering orgasm paved the way for him to slam deep into her.

Jane appreciated his muscled body as he pumped her pussy. She’d even admit he was handsome, his face taut with enjoyment of her tight, wet channel all for him.

“Sash, rub her clit would you.” Troy commanded.

A cool slim finger brushed Jane’s tender nub. She shivered, arching back to meet Troy’s thrusts. “Jesus, yes, fuck me harder.”

The only sounds in the office were their panting and bodies slapping together. Then Troy growled, slowing between thrusts. “I knew your pussy would be good,”

“He talks about it all the time,” Sasha said.

“I’ll punish you for that,” Troy said.

“I know, but I hope she’ll join us again.” Sasha fixed her dress. “With a bed.”

Jane pulled up her pants and fixed her shirt. Next time? She wasn’t over this one. “As long as you know I don’t beg.”

Sasha put her arm around Jane. “He’ll take that as a challenge.”

See more at my substack