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The subtle whirring of the office computer and soft ticking of the cat-shaped clock in Alice’s empty cubicle filled the still air of the office. Sam was occupied in the breakroom, desperately trying to get the coffee make to work after it suddenly committed suicide mid-brew. No talkers had yet disrupted the peace, so Gwen was generally at ease.
Until, of course, Alice walked past her to clock in, only twenty minutes late today. Music blared from her shitty headphones, making Gwen jump in her seat.
She was drumming on anything in her path and slamming doors in sync with her music. She thought she was a prodigy percussionist. Gwen thought she had been dropped on the head as a child.
“Jesus Christ…” Gwen murmured to herself. “Alice. Alice. ALICE.” Gwen snapped and yanked at Alice’s sleeve as she walked past again, this time toward her own cubicle, Sam’s stolen fresh coffee in hand. Alice overcompensated when she jerked her arm back up and spilled Sam’s her coffee all over herself.
“ Fuck– Gwen, what the actual hell?” Alice shouted, red-faced, as she ripped her headphones out and rushed to the bathroom, leaving Gwen, shell-shocked, to stare at the coffee-stained carpet.
Sam came out from the break room scratching his head. He spotted the mug before the stain in front of Gwen. “Oh, that’s where my coff–geez, what happened?”
The interruption brought Gwen back to Earth, and she slowly walked toward the bathroom, where she heard Alice’s ear-grating voice spitting curses and damnations. Sam, head in hands, returned to the breakroom in defeat.
Gwen cracked open the heavy bathroom door, not quite ready to approach Alice again. She had torn off her band tee and long-sleeve undershirt and was furiously scrubbing at the dark stain in the white cotton, ignoring the burning red splotches across her chest. She was muttering angrily to herself when she noticed Gwen out of the corner of her eye.
“Fuck’s your problem, man? I just clocked in and you’re already being a prick,” she scowled.
That washed Gwen’s guilt right away. She entered the bathroom with perfected posture and furrowed brows. “Your music was so loud I could hear the producer’s heartbeat. You were disrupting my focus. And besides, you’re breaking dress code again ,” she said, jabbing a finger in Alice’s chest.
“Oh! My apologies, princess! It’s a good thing we’ve resolved the dress code issue because now all I can wear is my bra…” Now that she thought about it, her bra was chafing her skin too. The coffee had soaked through all 3 layers. That bastard Bouchard…
Gwen rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Why do you insist on breaking every little rule? Is it so hard to dress presentably?”
“What, you don’t like the show?” Alice asked coyly, trailing her hands down the sides of her own torso mockingly. Gwen flushed, having finally realized Alice’s bra was lace, and averted her gaze. Alice picked up on this and, ever the instigator, pushed the issue. Her lip curled in an amused sneer. “Awww, come on Gweny-poo, you can admit this was all a ploy to see my hot bod.” She stepped closer, and Gwen stepped back. They continued this tango until Gwen was met with the cold tiles behind her back. The cool walls were welcome, though, because Gwen felt like she was burning all over.
“ Stop, Alice, you’re being childish,” she snipped, shoving Alice’s shoulder. Alice looked at her, aghast, as she stumbled backward a step or two.
“ I’m being childish! I’m not the one who yanked on an unsuspecting woman’s sleeve for no reason, you twat!” Alice shoved back, and Gwen only pressed herself harder against the wall. The height distance between the two became apparent now: Gwen was glaring up at Alice through her blonde eyelashes, and Alice was furiously trying to ignore the thoughts bubbling in the more perverse part of her mind.
“I only did that because you were listening to music loud enough to deafen a blue whale!”
“That doesn’t even make sense!”
“It–just move out of my–” Gwen tried shoving Alice again, but she didn’t budge.
Gwen stared at her in fury, and then, in a moment of utter desperation, pulled Alice down by the neck and kissed her, stifling a confused gasp.
She wasn’t sure if she was pressing herself against Alice or if Alice was pressing herself against her, but they quickly ended up intertwined, Gwen’s legs around her waist, fingers tangled in her hair, lip caught between her teeth.
“Ow, you fucking–”
“You curse?”
“Wh–of course I –shut up ,” Gwen breathed angrily, tightening her grip on Alice’s dyed curls and slamming their lips together again.
Alice brought them to the sink and sat Gwen on top of her wet clothes, eliciting a gasp and a weak smack on the shoulder from the latter.
“You deserved it,” she muttered into the crook of her neck. She pawed at Gwen’s shirt buttons before getting fed up and simply ripping the blouse apart. Buttons danced on the linoleum floor as Gwen’s face soured again.
“If you keep acting like such a brute, I’ll–”
“ Shut up. ” Alice’s thick fingers had found their way up Gwen’s skirt. Gwen did. In fact, she found it hard to let anything but a breathy moan out. Alice, satisfied, slipped Gwen’s panties down her legs and let them pool around the ankle straps of her Mary Janes. Then she found Gwen’s warm clit and wasted no time in teasing it while she leaned down and trailed kisses across her tits, which were, ironically, smaller than Alice’s. She bit back a quip about it, wrapping her mouth around a nipple instead.
Gwen brought her knee in between Alice's legs and coerced her into grinding against it, first slowly and then quickly gaining in intensity. Alice gasped and held her forehead flush against Gwen's sternum for a moment as she, panting, dry humped Gwen's porcelain knee like a bitch in heat. A gravelly whine trickled from her throat before she could catch herself.
She seemed to remember where she was at that and slowed her hips while she returned with more vigor to Gwen's tit. Sloppily, she sucked it to a point, her tongue paralleling her thumb's rolling over and around Gwen's clit.
Gwen stuffed her fist in her mouth, acutely aware that Sam was still in the office. That thought only spurred her on, though, and she used her other hand to grab Alice’s uncannily soft curls and pull her off her tit. “If you don’t fuck me right now…” she growled with a squint.
Alice wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. “Never thought you’d be such a slu– ah-ahh .” Gwen had tightened her grip in Alice’s hair and was staring daggers at her through those pretty blonde eyelashes of hers.
“ Alice .”
“On it, boss,” Alice relented. She didn’t want to think about how hot she found this dynamic.
She pushed Gwen’s skirt up to her waist and lined her dick up with Gwen’s folds. She pressed her thumb against her clit at the same time as she slowly pushed herself inside. Gwen gasped and pulled Alice in for a kiss, kicking her panties off of one ankle and wrapping her legs around Alice’s waist. This forced Alice to thrust deeper, and she groaned into Gwen’s mouth.
“Your cunt’s as tight as your personality, Christ–”
“Can’t you go five seconds without insulting me?” Gwen griped, biting down on Alice’s neck.
“N-not if I want to keep from exploding. On the topic of exploding…” Thighs trembling, Alice slowed her thrusts, trying not to cum quicker than a teenage virgin.
“Already?” Gwen asked, suppressing a haughty giggle.
Alice’s face reddened. “I’ve been…preoccupied.” She refocused her efforts on Gwen’s clit, dragging out a muffled cry. Caught up in the sensation, Gwen squeezed her legs around Alice, and the warmth and pressure tipped Alice shamefully over the edge. She buried her face between Gwen’s tits and jerkily came deep inside her.
“F-fuck. Shit. That was–oh my God, please tell me you’re on–”
“I’m on birth control, yes,” Gwen rolled her eyes, panting. “But I haven’t cum yet. Get down there.”
Panting, messy-haired, red-lipped, and glassy-eyed, Alice looked at Gwen as if she could barely recall where she was. “What?”
Gwen released Alice from her leg lock and shoved her head down. “Get on your knees and clean me up,” she demanded, punctuation each word. If Alice hadn’t just came, she knew she’d be rock hard.
“Yes ma’am.”
She hit her knees hard against the ground, ignoring the stiffness she knew she’d feel later. Instead, she focused on making this nepo-baby office bitch cum so hard she saw stars.
She wrapped her arms around Gwen’s soft thighs, buried her nose in the short blonde triangle of hair that acted as an arrow, pointing the way to the best meal Alice would have in months. She pressed her tongue flat against her cunt before pushing it in. She had never tasted her own cum before, wasn’t sure she ever would have if Gwen hadn’t demanded it in such a sexy way. She grunted as Gwen squeezed her legs around Alice’s head. Those fucking thighs…
“Who’s the slut now?” Gwen asked, amused. “Hm? I asked a question, Alice.”
“Me,” she gasped against the inside of her thigh, leaving a small, sloppy trail of kisses. “‘M the slut.”
She felt like she was getting drunk off the salty wetness she was lapping up. Gwen grinded herself against Alice’s greedy tongue, fucking her face. She bit down on her fist again to stifle her moans. She wasn’t sure that the whole office wasn’t wholly aware of what they were getting up to by now, but she couldn’t care less. Not when Alice was eating her out like this. She seemed to like Alice a whole lot more like this, a pliable mess of a woman.
Alice reached up to grab at Gwen’s tits as she sucked on her clit, and that did it for Gwen. She curled her fingers tight in Alice’s hair, and her legs spasmed around her head. Wetness gushed out of her, and Alice did her best to lick it all up until Gwen, overstimulated, pulled her away from her cunt and onto her feet for one last kiss.
All their juices intermingled in their mouths. They’d worry about the grossness of that later.
“Fuck,” Alice breathed when she finally pulled away.
“Fuck,” Gwen echoed, nodding. They grinned at each other cheekily before an outraged Colin’s shouts at a forever-malfunctioning computer reminded them that they were, in fact, in a government office bathroom.
“Ehm–those burns look pretty bad.” Gwen poked at the red splotches on Alice’s chest. “I have burn medicine in a first-aid kit in my purse that I can get for you,” Gwen offered awkwardly.
“‘Course you would carry something like that around,” Alice drawled, pulling her pants back up and inspecting her still-stained shirts.
Gwen glared up at her. Some things would never change.