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"Hello, Ms. Park. Please, take a seat."
"Oh! Yes, will do! And- uh- you can just call me Zoey."
Zoey had started work as an accountant for Sunlight Entertainment a month ago; she'd spent every day of that month wondering how she made it through their notoriously selective standards. It was a dream job for a girl fresh out of university: competitive pay, full benefits, meaningful work, and a famously positive office environment that put employees first.
And somehow I managed to biff it in just four weeks. Hired one month, fired the next. Great work, you clown bitch.
She smoothed out her skirt and crossed her legs as she sat down. The armchair in front of her boss's boss's desk was plush and comfortable - perfect for awaiting her fate.
I can't believe this is how I meet the CEO.
I mean, technically she came by and shook my hand on my first day. But there's no way she remembers that! There's hundreds of employees.
And if she even does remember me after this, it'll just be as a royal fuckup.
Rumi - Ryu Rumi, CEO of Starlight Entertainment, the Queen of the K-Pop industry - hardly even looked up from her computer as Zoey sat down and fidgeted with her shirt cuffs.
"One moment, Zoey. Just finishing up a chat with the CFO."
A message to my boss? Oh I'm so incredibly fucked.
Zoey's knee bounced frantically.
Her eyes wandered.
They wandered across the degrees and certifications on the walls, across the trophies and awards on the shelves, across the dark hardwood paneling and bright violet rugs, across the huge, immaculate desk that had nothing on it beyond two monitors, an office phone, and a small stack of papers... and, last but absolutely not least, across the sexiest woman on the planet.
Rumi was just a few years older than her - a prodigy in too many respects to count - but that gap felt so much wider when faced with her countless accolades and her calm, confident composure. She made a simple white turtleneck and black pencil skirt look like designer fashion; she flaunted the floral tattoos that covered her shoulders and biceps with signature sleeveless attire.
It's colder in here than it is on the main floor, and she isn't wearing sleeves? Jesus.
Oh, but her arms... god, I love a woman who works out.
Zoey squirmed in her chair, embarrassed of her own ogling and yet too shameless to stop.
Ma'am, is there any chance you're into younger women who are total workplace failures?
To her relief, Rumi seemed oblivious as she continued to tap away at her keyboard. At one point, she stopped and squinted at the screen; her lips curled slightly downwards into a pout that was just as unbecoming of royalty as it was absolutely adorable.
Zoey worried at her lower lip. Then, to stop herself from gnawing until she bled, she put her thumb nail between her teeth. Then, to stop herself from chewing down to the nail bed, she dropped her hand to her stuffy button-up shirt and fidgeted with the collar.
She watched Rumi type furiously and send off a message with a self-satisfied smirk and a crack of her knuckles.
Short nails, huh? ...I know what you are.
An idea formed in her head - half-baked and ridiculous and yet absolutely flawless to her panicking mind.
She fiddled with her top button and undid it with trembling fingers.
Wow, I should get fired just for thinking about seducing my boss.
But if I'm going to get fired anyways?
There's a lot I'd rather do than go back to job hunting.
Besides, she's hot as fuck. Can't blame a girl for trying. I'd shoot my shot even if she weren't in charge.
Rumi slid her keyboard an inch away from herself, signaling that she'd finished her chat. She didn't look at Zoey quite yet, though, instead thumbing through the lone stack of papers on her desk.
Zoey took the chance to undo another button and open up her collar; she'd officially crossed the line into 'unprofessional' dress, but it would take at least one more button to look truly scandalous.
"Thank you for your patience, Zoey."
The way Rumi said her name - soft, fond, like she were an old friend instead of a new hire - sent a thrill up her spine.
Rumi slipped out a sheet of paper from close to the bottom of the stack; it had an envelope attached with a paperclip.
"Do you know why I called you in for a personal meeting?"
Oh god I really am getting let go, huh?
She dropped her hands back into her lap when Rumi's intense gaze met her own.
Zoey smiled sheepishly. "Well, I've only put in one major report since I got here, so... probably about that? I guess?"
Her stomach flip-flopped with anxiety and something far harder to ignore as Rumi's eyes flicked down to her chest, up to her lips, then finally back to her eyes. She broadened her smile and fluttered her lashes.
"That would be correct. You put forward some things in that report that really made some waves." Rumi kept her expression infuriatingly neutral. "I think I've seen your name in more emails this week than any other. It's... remarkable how much attention you've garnered as our office's junior-most employee."
"Ah, yeah..." Zoey giggled nervously. "I never really did know how to shut up and fit in."
"Well, some companies consider that an... attractive quality." Did- did she just check me out again? "Others do not. The titans of our industry, in particular, tend to prefer their lower-level personnel to be little more than cogs in a machine that manufactures greatness. For example..." Rumi looked down to her paperwork stack and reached slowly, deliberately, for another document; Zoey swallowed hard, scratched the back of her neck, and stealthily undid a third button. She didn't part the placket any further, though, in order to maintain a slim amount of deniability. "I have correspondence, here, from our Busan office about a joint project. Do you know how many names are on it?"
Zoey shrunk a little. "Um. A few? None?"
"Two." Rumi smiled lightly. "The department head down there - and mine. They have thirty people working on it and didn't bother to mention a single one in this entire document. So I hope you understand how unusual it is for 'Zoey Park' to be on everybody's lips this week."
I wouldn't mind being on your lips, ma'am.
Zoey's mouth opened and, for one horrifying second, she thought she'd voiced that thought. But Rumi didn't react; she returned to looking impassive and put the document back into its place - then picked up the entire stack and straightened it out on the desk until it was perfect.
Oh god I can't take this anymore.
Zoey abruptly stood up, took a step forwards, and leaned over Rumi's desk, propping herself up on her elbows - which she brought together to really emphasize her cleavage. "I- It won't happen again, I promise. I didn't realize the- the severity of it, otherwise I-"
"Please, Ms. Park." Rumi set down her obsessively-aligned papers and looked up - but her gaze didn't make it higher than Zoey's chest. I'm so glad I wore my nice bra today. Based on the curl of her lips, Rumi also seemed glad that she had. "Take a seat."
"Ah- sorry." Zoey stepped back and sunk back into the seat. She chose not to flatten her skirt or cross her legs. It was a decision that Rumi clearly took note of.
It's- it's not like I'm flashing her. I'm wearing tights!
She felt, for many different reasons that were warring in her gut, like a piece of meat thrown into a tiger's cage.
No, I'm really pushing it. But maybe it's working? Oh my god please work.
Whatever the reason, her feelings were clear: if she was a piece of meat, she wanted to be devoured.
I don't even care about my job at this point! Just- just stop staring like that if you aren't going to do something about it.
"To be clear, Zoey..." Rumi took her time as she dragged her gaze away from Zoey's thighs, up to her exposed collarbone, and then finally back to her eyes. "...You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite."
Well.
I suppose that's not entirely true.
You've just put yourself in a very different kind of trouble.
"Oh?" Zoey smiled awkwardly, caught between hope and terror and in desperate need of a helping hand.
"I don't run this enterprise like others would. It's the secret to our success - and it's why I called you in. You found financial discrepancies that have either gone unnoticed or, worse, unacknowledged for over a year. And you pushed that report regardless of who it might upset or embarrass. That's a level of intelligence and initiative that I like to reward, not punish. I had the summary page of your report printed out and laminated for you. Hang onto it - display it, even. You should be proud of it." She pushed the sheet of paper across her desk and tapped on the attached envelope. "And there's a check in here; a bonus to encourage you to keep up the good work."
Relief washed over Zoey; Rumi couldn't help but smile as the younger woman let out a breath she'd been holding and melted into her seat. "Oh thank god."
"I hope you can forgive the fact it's only a million won; you've saved the company much more than that, and I'll make sure that's remembered the next time your salary is evaluated."
Zoey's eyes went wide and she bowed her head. "Th-thank you, ma'am. I'm just happy I could- y'know. Help out. And... keep my job."
"I regret giving you the wrong impression, Zoey. I suppose I had assumed you knew how well you'd done." Rumi smiled warmly. "I hope I didn't scare you too badly."
"No, no," Zoey insisted, "it's okay!" She sat up and waved off Rumi's partial apology with a light giggle. "You can scare me as much as you want, ma'am, as long as I get to keep working here."
And your response to that fear was to try to seduce me?
Strange girl.
Rumi gave in to the momentary desire to admire Zoey - not just to appreciate her assets that she flaunted but also her bright smile, her infectious laugh, and her cute freckles.
The scrutiny was felt by Zoey, who froze like a light was being shone on her face. "I, uh- sorry, ma'am, was that too desperate?"
"You don't have to call me 'ma'am', Zoey." Rumi smirked and leaned forwards, elbows on her desk and chin rested on her hands. "I prefer Ms. Ryu... but you're more than welcome to my first name."
"Ah. Sorry." Zoey nodded nervously. "Ms. Ryu. Rumi." She spoke with utmost uncertainty, like Rumi's name was something illegal to even utter. "So, um... nothing for me to worry about, then?"
"Regarding your report? Not at all! Take pride in your work. And, if you want my advice: don't put that check into your savings. Treat yourself. It's important to enjoy life's pleasures."
Zoey grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you! I will, you can count on it." She stood up and stepped up to Rumi's desk - and froze as Rumi continued speaking with a dangerous tone.
Oh no, Ms. Park. We're not done here.
You're going to explain yourself.
"There is one more thing, though." Rumi raised an eyebrow; Zoey inhaled sharply. "Are you aware that Sunlight Entertainment takes its sexual misconduct policy very seriously?"
Well.
I suppose that's not entirely true, either.
Zoey's cheeks flushed red. One of her hands came up to her collar, trying to pull together the fabric that had already revealed plenty; her other smoothed out the skirt that had already ridden halfway up her thighs.
"Um- yes, of course," Zoey squeaked, "I- I did the training!"
"Mm. And is that all you have to say for yourself?"
It's up to you, Zoey. Are we going to forget about this little incident?
Or are you interested in more than just keeping your job?
The look Rumi fixed her with hardly matched her words.
She didn't seem upset or offended; the dark, threatening edge to her questions made it sound like something very different from Zoey's job was at stake.
Zoey could hear her pulse in her ears.
Don't do it, you stupid bitch. She's giving you an out, just take it.
But the fire that Rumi's attention - and her praise - had lit in Zoey's core was so tempting to surrender to.
I- I could be really misreading this.
Just gotta be smart about it.
Zoey laughed coyly. "I suppose I'm a little out of dress code, huh? Sorry! I'll button back up before I leave. It's just... hot in here."
That's 'smart'? It's fucking freezing in here!
"Really?" Rumi raised her eyebrows in genuine surprise. "That's strange. I keep my office a couple degrees cooler than the rest of the building." She looked over her shoulder to the thermostat by her door, which confirmed her statement, and then back to Zoey. Her gaze dropped back to Zoey's chest. "And, frankly, you look like you're pretty cold right now."
Zoey glanced down to see her nipples were unmistakably peaked even under two layers of fabric. Another wave of blush warmed her from her neck to her ears; partially from embarrassment, but mostly from exhibitionist thrill.
"Hey!" Zoey giggled and crossed her arms in front of her chest, which did more to push up her breasts than it did to hide anything. "And I'm the one in breach of conduct? I- just because I have piercings, that doesn't give you the right to comment on them, Ms. Ryu."
Rumi leaned back in her chair and flashed her an open-mouth smirk. "Piercings?" Her tongue flicked across one of her canines before she continued. "Well, we are quite lax about body modifications here. You're definitely not the only one to have some out-of-sight. I'd be a hypocrite to make a fuss over it." She shrugged, and Zoey found herself staring at Rumi's broad, tattooed shoulders again.
"Oh?" Zoey tilted her head. "Do you- ah, is it wrong to ask- um-"
Rumi grinned playfully. Oh you're just so smug. Makes me want to wipe that stupid smile off your face. "As far as company policy is concerned? Yes, Ms. Park, it is absolutely against the rules to ask if I have any piercings under my clothes. And, regardless, no one's ever gotten that information from me just by asking..." She trailed off very intentionally, letting the implication settle - and then she winked.
God. She's really flirting with me.
My hot-as-hell boss is into me.
Fuck it.
"I see." Zoey took a few slow steps to her left, dragging her fingertips along the smooth wood grain of the desk as she did. "Well, is it against the rules to ask if you like mine?"
She got the reaction she wanted; Rumi's gaze flicked down, and her smile broadened. "It probably is. And even if it isn't to ask, it definitely is to answer." Rumi bit her lip and shrugged casually.
'Casual' was the opposite of how Zoey felt. Her heart was pounding; goosebumps ran along her arms and up her nape.
Zoey feigned as much innocence as she could muster while she circled around Rumi's desk. "But you're in charge. Who'd yell at you for breaking the rules?"
"They're called HR, doll." Doll? Oh my god. More of that, please. "But... I still break some rules anyway."
She kept her lips parted just slightly as she brazenly dragged her gaze up and down Zoey's body. Please tell me we're going somewhere with this. I need to know if your lips are as soft as they look.
Zoey leaned forward just a little and gave her an encouraging hum. "So...?"
Rumi chuckled. "You're persistent. It's cute." She sat up and rolled her chair forwards; her eyes turned away from Zoey and towards her computer monitor.
Holy shit. There ain't no way you're pulling back now.
Zoey crept closer as Rumi tapped away at her keyboard.
Then she put a hand on Rumi's right wrist and giggled when Rumi flinched and smashed out the last few keystrokes.
"Whatcha working on?" Zoey leaned over, fully putting herself in Rumi's personal space, and looked at her monitor. She had their workplace messaging app pulled up - and she slammed down on the enter key and closed the tab before Zoey could read anything. "Aww, is it-"
She gasped as the arm she'd been touching suddenly slid around her waist and Rumi pivoted her chair towards her.
A moment later, she was in Rumi's lap; her knees bracketed Rumi's hips, her hands gripped Rumi's shoulders, and her eyes stared into Rumi's intense gaze.
"Oh, you..." Zoey breathed out, "...you smell so fucking nice."
Acting on pure desire, Zoey leaned in - but Rumi stopped her mid-movement by placing her left hand at the base of Zoey's neck and growling: "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Zoey?"
Getting handled so easily - like she weighed nothing, like Rumi had every right to push or pull her wherever she pleased, sent a shudder through Zoey's core that had her clenching around frustrating nothingness.
O-oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Ah- mm- I don't know-"
She definitely did know what she was doing as she rolled her hips; it didn't give her any of the friction she desired, but it did make her skirt ride even further up her thighs.
"Then you'd better figure it out quick." Rumi huffed, hoping she sounded authoritative enough to get Zoey to think clearly. She had enough trouble thinking clearly, herself, with plush thighs and plump lips just one bad decision away. "Before you and I do something that HR can never hear about."
Her breath hitched as Zoey pulled back just enough for her lust-fogged eyes to refocus. All you have to do is say it. I'm completely fucked if you say it. For just a moment, Zoey's expression turned extremely vulnerable - her eyebrows tilted pleadingly, her lips opened and closed, and her eyes searched Rumi's face for answers.
I wanted you the second you walked through that door.
"Mmm..." Zoey hummed and smiled softly. "Figured it out." She pressed herself into Rumi's hand, drawing close enough that Rumi could feel Zoey's breath on her face and her perfume in her nose: something sweet and fruity that made her mouth water. "I think I'm about to make out with my boss."
Zoey lunged forwards to capture Rumi's lips in a frantic kiss that sealed them both to their fate. Rumi hesitated for only a second before slipping her left hand around and up the back of Zoey's neck to hold her close while she returned the kiss just as ravenously.
Their teeth clacked painfully together; Zoey squeaked and tried to pull back with an apology on her tongue, but Rumi dug her fingers into Zoey's hair and forcefully closed the gap. She caught Zoey's lower lip between her teeth and growled into her mouth as she tugged back.
Rumi loved how her partners would always melt under her intensity - and she loved, even more, how Zoey matched it rather than melting. She moaned in delight, dragged her lip out of Rumi's possession, and latched on to Rumi's upper lip as revenge.
Rumi groaned involuntarily. "Mmf- Think you can- ah- keep up, cutie?"
"Gotta-" Zoey giggled against her lips. "g-go faster to lose me, hot stuff."
They kissed each other like they were in a duel, biting and nipping and pushing and pulling in pursuit of more invigorating noises as their breath and saliva mingled.
And if it was a duel, they were both winning and losing in equal measure. Zoey exceeded Rumi's speed and energy, but Rumi held Zoey in a tight grip that let her steer their hot, messy battle however she wanted.
Rather than try to gain ground by getting a grip on the back of Rumi's neck, Zoey instead moved her hands down the front of Rumi's shoulders and along her chest. She cupped the swell of Rumi breasts, fingers teasing and testing in a way that made Rumi just as thankful for the interceding layers of fabric as she was desperate to tear it all off and feel what Zoey could really do.
But we- we're staying dressed. Clothes stay on. Just kissing.
Zoey slipped her tongue into Rumi's mouth, and they shared a muffled, moaning laugh as they danced together; Zoey was eager to take the lead, but Rumi was more than experienced enough to know how to set the pace with a flick and roll of her tongue.
Rumi tightened her hold on Zoey's head to keep her from escaping her reversal, heedless of how their noses crushed into each other or how the chair whined under them. Zoey whined, too: a long, pleading noise as Rumi explored her mouth with her tongue that only stopped when Rumi pulled them apart.
"F-fuck, you're good." Zoey flashed a lopsided smile; Rumi couldn't help but smile back and stare at the string of spit trailing from her red, ruined lips. "God. I- I can't believe..."
The look in Zoey's eyes - once Rumi finally glanced up - was exhilarating. Her pupils were blown out with lust, lids low and showing off her long, natural lashes that Rumi could not resist. She didn't want to give that away, though, and put on a confident smirk. "Good job keeping up, doll."
"Oh- oh my god. You're so..."
"Hot?" Rumi raised an eyebrow.
Zoey giggled. "So arrogant." She bit her lip and dropped her gaze. "Which is really fucking hot."
"So you like a woman in charge, Ms. Park, is that it?" Rumi let her right hand slide off Zoey's waist, down her lower back, and under her ass.
The way Zoey's breath hitched fed into a treacherous impulse to take this much further - as did the fact that she immediately lowered herself onto Rumi's hand and wiggled her hips encouragingly.
Just kissing. We're just kissing. We can still stop. I can stop any time.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants, ma'am." A playful tone crept into Zoey's voice. "And I like a woman with muscles. And tattoos. And strong hands, and pretty eyes, and- hey, did you know you've got these little golden flecks in your irises?"
Rumi blinked in surprise. "Uh- yeah. Most people don't-"
She bit her tongue - almost literally - when Zoey started to fondle her again. She narrowed her eyes; Zoey laughed mischievously.
Okay, fine, we can play that game.
With enough speed and force to make Zoey gasp, Rumi slipped both of her hands underneath Zoey and dug her fingers into Zoey's delightfully pliant thighs.
"Oh shit-" Zoey lifted up on her knees with a whimper as Rumi squeezed a little harder. Her skirt pulled taut between her legs, interfering with Rumi's grip - so Rumi moved her hands lower and slid her fingers underneath the skirt.
A moment of uncertainty flickered in Rumi's brain as her fingertips ghosted up Zoey's tights.
I- I shouldn't-
Rumi looked up, her brain and body completely divided on what she hoped to see above her. "This okay?"
"Rumi." Zoey brought one of her hands up to her chin and batted her eyelashes while her other hand drifted up to Rumi's cheek. "Of course it is."
"Good. I- uh, really don't want to cross a line here."
Zoey giggled coquettishly. "Honestly? I don't have any lines. Do whatever you want with your hands. Kiss me, finger me, fuck me into the desk..." Oh dear fucking god. S-stop. Stop now and save us both from ourselves. "...hell, you could tear off my clothes and walk me around the office on a leash. You're so fucking hot. I'm all yours. Just- just don't make me wait. I'm not a patient girl, Ms. Ryu."
"I figured that out pretty quick." Rumi grinned and clicked her tongue. "I never would have imagined you to be this type of girl, though."
And I'm so glad you are.
And so incredibly, utterly fucked, too.
Zoey clenched her thighs, chasing a sensation she couldn't get with her legs spread and Rumi's fingers so far down.
Ugh. God, what do I have to say to make you shut up and fuck me?
She rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper into Rumi's ear. "And what kind is that, Rumi?" She nipped at Rumi's earlobe then tilted her head to trail kisses down the side of Rumi's neck. "The kind who'd kiss her boss?"
Rumi's breath hitched and her hands slid higher.
"The kind who's just a little slut under all these rules and regulations?" Zoey murmured into Rumi's throat and sucked at her pulse point.
Rumi hooked a thumb into the crease of Zoey's hip - all the leverage she needed to pull Zoey away. "The kind who'd dare to leave a mark on my neck during business hours."
"Aw, you're no fun." Zoey pouted and wiggled her hips against Rumi's grip. "Do you want to mark me, at least?"
"Fuck, you really are a little slut, huh?" Rumi held her breath after she spoke; the look in her eyes made it clear she was very worried about testing the waters.
Stop worrying. Stop holding back.
Zoey nodded eagerly and returned her lips to Rumi's neck. "Yup. That's all I am. And now that you've got the cute little office slut in your lap..."
She shivered as Rumi's fingers crept higher, stopping just an inch or two from where she really wanted them.
Rumi chuckled. "Cute little office brat, more like."
"Brat!?" Zoey scoffed. "Who, me? No, ma'am, I'm a good girl."
"That's rich coming from someone who seduced their CEO because she thought she was getting fired."
"Well," Zoey laughed, "you have a point. But that doesn't make me a brat, it makes me dumb bitch."
Rumi snorted and dug her thumbs in lightly. "Dumb?" Rumi's voice softened. "I pulled you in because you're smart, Zoey. You think outside the box and aren't afraid to let it show."
"Wha- hey..." Zoey whined and pouted in spite of the blush spreading across her face. Oh my god. I'm trying to get fucked and she's- she's being so sweet. Suddenly feeling shy and a little overwhelmed by the praise, Zoey's fidgeting fingertips found their way back to the buttons of her own shirt. "P-please, Rumi, please just call me a whore and fuck my brains out before I catch feelings."
Rumi smiled warmly and brought one of her hands up to the button Zoey was absentmindedly playing with. "Hm... would that be so bad? Here- let me help with that." With a delicate, dexterous touch, she undid the button. And the next. The only remaining clasp in Zoey's shirt was tucked into the waistband of her skirt. Zoey drew in a shaky breath and bit her lip; Rumi's voice and eyes both darkened. "Having a cute little whore like you be absolutely obsessed with me? Being able to call a smart, diligent, and frankly audacious woman like you into my office so you can beg me to remind you that deep down you're just a slut? My slut? That's what you really want, isn't it?"
Mmf- yes, please. Zoey's eyes went wide and she nodded eagerly as heat flooded her core.
"I think I like that, too." Rumi smiled dangerously and moved both of her arms. Her right slid along the bare skin of Zoey's back, her elbow opening up the front of her shirt while her fingers worked at the clasp of her bra; her left pushed up the hem of Zoey's skirt before sinking into the crease of her thigh. Zoey whimpered as Rumi's fingers dug into the inside of her leg and her thumb pressed down, firm but gentle, on her pussy. Zoey tried to rub herself against Rumi's hand, eager for the touch being denied to her by her damp panties, stretchy tights, and a far-too-fucking-leisurely boss. Rumi hummed, fully pleased with herself, as she popped the clasp and moved her other hand with the roll of Zoey's hips to deny her pleasure. "I think I like having one of the most intelligent women in the entire company fawn over me because I can make her act stupid."
"Ah- you- you really do, Rumi. Six years to get my degree ah-" Zoey's legs started to cramp from sitting up on her knees in the seat of an office chair that was really protesting their activities. So she dropped back down into Rumi's lap - and onto her thumb, which put brief, deep pressure on Zoey's clit. "-a-and y-you mmf- you make me want to j-just burn it and sleep my way to the top."
"Aw, baby, there's no need for that." Rumi leaned forwards to kiss Zoey's collarbone and whisper into the base of her neck. "You'll go much further on your own merits... no need at all for this to be about anything other than our own enjoyment. You want me, I want you. And fuck do I want you, Zoey." She drew in a deep breath through her nose and made a noise of lewd delight. "I want your big, beautiful eyes focused on me while you moan my name. I want to feel every part of you unravel for me. And," she purred, pressing two more kisses to the top of Zoey's breasts before continuing, "I want to kiss every pretty little freckle you have on your perfect body."
Zoey sighed into a warm smile. How? How can you talk so dirty that my brain stops working - and then say something so sweet that my heart starts to flutter? Trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, Zoey pulled her arms back and focused on shrugging out of her shirt and bra.
But Rumi stopped her halfway; her right hand clamped around one of Zoey's wrists, then swung around to capture her other in tight grip. Zoey gasped as her arms were pinned behind her back, her shirt and bra straps stopped short at her elbows. Rumi just laughed as she used her teeth to flip down one of the cups of Zoey's bra, exposing her peaked, pierced nipple to the cold office air; Zoey whined, then gasped again as Rumi dragged her warm tongue over her prize before repeating the maneuver with her other breast.
"O-ohh- fuck, Rumi-" Zoey's words came out as a needy whisper. She shivered, not from the room's chill - between Rumi's radiant body heat and the fire between her legs, she was more than warm enough - but from the feeling of being on display and at Rumi's mercy. It felt more scandalous and more vulnerable, somehow, to be caught half-undressed than it was to be entirely naked. And she loved it.
"Mmm..." Rumi kissed one of Zoey's breasts, soft and sweet, then flicked her tongue across the other, toying with the silver bar at the tip of her tongue. "So you weren't lying about these."
Zoey writhed under her attention and groaned. "Mm- ah- n-no, ma'am."
"Right, right..." Rumi trailed off to suck lightly at the nipple she'd been neglecting. "You wouldn't lie. You're a good girl."
Oh god yes please keep calling me that.
"Y-yes. I'm- I'm a good girl." Zoey took a shuddering breath and tried to still her involuntary movements. "Um- Ms. Ryu, is- is it still against the rules t-to ask if you like them?"
Rumi paused to laugh; it was an earnest laugh, not the dark, sexy kind that Zoey could tell was put on for her benefit.
"I'm afraid it is, Zoey." Rumi planted an affectionate kiss to her sternum. "And I'm a real stickler for company policy, so..." She tilted her head to kiss the inside of Zoey's breast - where she lingered to bite and suck and moan into the spot where she meant to leave a lasting mark.
"Ah- R-Rumi, yes, yes! Mmm- mark me, baby, yes-" Zoey's whines, sharpened by arousal and then by pain as Rumi sucked hard enough to hurt exactly how Zoey wanted, encouraged Rumi to keep going until she'd made a red-violet welt the size of her thumb. "Mm- mmrgh- god, yes, make me yours, Rumi."
Rumi raised her head to nip at Zoey's jaw. "You are mine, Zoey. My good girl. My adorable slut." And then, finally, she began to rub her thumb between Zoey's legs. Zoey moaned and rolled her hips, which earned her a firm tug on her arms and an aggressive grunt from Rumi. "Sit still, doll." Zoey froze. "Good. You're going to take what I give you like the perfect little whore you are, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," she whimpered, "b-but..."
"But what, Zoey?" Rumi pecked her on the lips and drew back with a smirk as her thumb pressed a little deeper and Zoey had to screw her eyes shut not to squirm into the pressure. "What's the matter, cutie?"
"M-my legs are cramping. C-can we change positions...?"
"Of course, baby." Oh my god I'm going to go lose my mind if you keep calling me that. Do you want me to get attached? "Here, I'll help you slide out of my lap."
Rumi released Zoey from her clutches and put her hands on Zoey's waist to help her climb out of the chair. She stood up right after, and Zoey was quickly reminded of how Rumi was both taller and broader than her.
She stared unabashedly.
I don't know if I want her to pin me down and rail me or if I want to climb her like a tree.
Both. Definitely both.
Rumi caught her look, smirked, and reached over to pull the stack of papers off the otherwise-clear side of her workspace. And then, just as casually, she stepped around Zoey, pinned her arms behind her back again, and shoved her against the desk.
She whispered in Zoey's ear, voice husky and breath hot, "Bend over. And arch your back - show me just how much of a slut you are." She trapped Zoey's wrists in her right hand while her left reached down to the hem of Zoey's skirt.
Fuck yes. Finally!
Zoey leaned forwards just as Rumi commanded then bent her knees, tilted her hips, and curled her back. She tried not to writhe as her bared breasts touched the cold surface of the desk. My boss deserves my best effort.
And from the appreciative noise Rumi made, Zoey knew she'd done a good job. She turned her head to the left, resting her cheek on the varnished wood and peering out the corner of her eyes to see Rumi biting her lip as she admired the view.
"Good girl."
Zoey clenched her thighs in anticipation as Rumi's fingers slipped under the elastic of her tights, then of her panties, and then dragged both halfway to her knees.
"Oh, Zoey..." Rumi purred. "If only you could see what I see." Her left hand clapped onto the side of Zoey's ass; Zoey squeaked in delight. "Where the hell were you hiding all of this?"
Zoey teased her with a small wiggle of her hips. "I didn't mean to hide anything, Ms. Ryu... m-maybe I should wear something tighter to work so that you don't feel deceived?"
Rumi snorted. "It sounds like you want everyone staring at you, Ms. Park."
"Just... some people."
"As long as you stay in dress code, doll, you can wear whatever you like." Rumi gave her a possessive squeeze. "Because I know I can enjoy what's underneath whenever I want." She hummed and moved her thumb lower, into a very sensitive patch of skin. Zoey's breath hitched and lightning lanced through her as Rumi spread her open and leered at her holes. "Fucking hell, Zoey, you're soaked. You got this wet just for me, pretty girl?"
"Y-yeah..." Zoey could feel her ears burning in embarrassment and knew she must be flushed all the way down to her shoulders. "I-I'm all ready for you, ma'am."
Rumi traced her thumb across Zoey's slick-coated lips and whistled softly. "You sure are. Good girl..." Oh my god please. I can't stay patient forever. Zoey let out a low, needy whine as she squeezed her thighs together. "Aww, Zoey... I'm sorry to make you wait so long, baby." Hearing Rumi say that word made Zoey's heart - and her pussy - flutter. "I'm going to start with one finger, okay?"
Yes, yes, yesyesyes!
CEO (9:32 AM)
Hey, dollface, that's why I'm in the big chair and you're running numbers.
(9:33 AM) CFO
Bitch.
You're there because you're a nepo baby with an ego big enough to blot out the sun. I'm here because I decided to prioritize something more meaningful and valuable than asskissing and dicksucking.
You can't even do basic subtraction without consulting me.
CEO (9:33 AM)
Love you too, babe.
(9:34 AM) CFO
<3
CEO (9:42 AM)
Hey, one of your employees is causing trouble. Swing by my officeee/
(9:45 AM) CFO
Which one?
And when the fuck have you ever sent out a typo, princess?
(9:51 AM) CFO
Ugh. Fine. Gotta wrap this meeting, be there in a bit.
One finger turned into two very quickly.
N-need more. Three? Need th-three please ma'am please-
"Let me hear you, Zoey. Don't hold back. This office is soundproofed."
"Oh god- Rumi fuck- ohh- please yes-" Zoey moaned shamelessly as Rumi pumped into her, slipping through her folds and curling just right to make her legs shake out of her control. "Mmm- m-more please more-"
Rumi growled and pressed her thumb to Zoey's clit.
Zoey groaned and twitched; she reflexively bucked back into Rumi's touch, which encouraged her to start rubbing small circles with her thumb.
"M-more, Rumi, I- Ah-" Zoey squeaked as Rumi's fingers curled again. "Ohmygod- I- mm- more-"
I'm begging you please Rumi please just fucking do it-
"Fuck, baby..." Rumi trailed off with a heavy, breathy laugh. "You think you can take another? You're so tight, Zoey, I don't know if another finger will fit-"
"Please." Zoey whimpered pitifully. "J-just- mmf-"
"Hmph. Listen to yourself." Rumi curled her fingers again and pressed deep with her thumb at the same time. "Needy little slut doesn't even know her limits... yet you're asking so nicely. Begging for it like a good girl."
A hoarse noise tore out of Zoey's throat as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
B-but- it's not enough- need-
Zoey nodded vigorously against the desk, her right cheek damp from her own drooling, and sobbed out, "Yes, yes, I- I'm a good girl, I'm your good girl, please, baby, plea-ah-" She made a sharp, surprised noise of pleasure as Rumi pulled her fingers out, turned her hand over, palm up, and swiftly slipped her drenched fingers back in all the way to her knuckles. It sounded absolutely obscene. "-please Rumi just fuck- just- ohmygod just fucking ruin me." Rumi parted her fingers, spreading out Zoey's tightly clenched walls with every thrust of her wrist.
Rumi grunted with each movement. "Hmph. You- you're such a greedy whore, Zoey. You don't-" Rumi pushed the heel of her hand into Zoey's thigh for extra leverage. "Mm- you don't have room for another finger, and yet- y-you still want it-"
Oh-!
Zoey gasped as Rumi's thumb slipped between her cheeks and pressed against her other entrance. She was surprised for just a moment - and then so turned on that she squeezed tight enough around Rumi's fingers to hold them in place.
Rumi pulled her thumb away. "Sorry, didn't mean to-"
"I- no, no, Rumi, I- I liked it-" Zoey closed her eyes meekly and buried her forehead into the desk to hide her embarrassment. She mumbled quietly, "I always... wanted to try..."
"...Oh." Rumi laughed lightly. "Don't be shy, baby. Nothing shameful about liking anal. You wouldn't be the only one."
Zoey whined and wiggled her hips as a silent question; Rumi answered by putting the pad of her thumb right back in its lewd place and resuming her pace of thrusts with her middle and forefinger.
Mmmffuck...
D-don't care where it is as long as I- mm- get- more-
"F-fas-fuck-faster-" Zoey moaned as Rumi granted her wish and increased her rhythm; each movement inside her was accompanied by small, insistent rub from Rumi's thumb that excited her and left her craving more than just external stimulation.
But she knew she didn't need it; her legs were quivering, sparks pulsed through her core, and she started to lose track of her many racing thoughts amidst the fog of pleasure.
"Oh- oh god-"
Zoey squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember how to breathe as Rumi pistoned into one of her holes and pressed enticingly against the other.
"Fuck- mm- me- ohh- yes, yes- yes- I- I'm-"
"Gonna come for me, pretty girl?" Rumi maintained her brutal pace in spite of her heavy breathing. Zoey nodded frantically. "Let me hear you, Zoey. I want to hear my favorite slut in the office come on my hand."
Oh fuck- I- I couldn't hold it in if I wanted-
Zoey squealed and rocked back, chasing more, more, more than she could handle, deeper than she could receive, and moaned as Rumi tried to keep a steady rhythm in spite of Zoey rutting like an animal against her hand.
She surrendered her mind to the fog and surrendered her body to Rumi's touch.
But just as she felt herself approaching the point of no return, a strange noise - crackly, vaguely familiar - disrupted that fog. Her brain lagged; she couldn't make sense of it.
And then Rumi let go of her wrists and pulled her hand back from her cunt... and Zoey felt so suddenly empty she wanted to cry.
"Sorry, Zoey, just- stay quiet for me?" Zoey turned her head to the left to look at Rumi, who looked... surprised? Amused? Not understanding what was going on, Zoey whined loudly and wiggled her hips.
"'m so- so cold. Please, you- mm- warm..."
Rumi sighed, leaned forwards, and slipped the two slick-covered fingers of her left hand into Zoey's mouth. "Be a good girl and stay quiet. For just one second."
Forced to taste herself well before she could think clearly, Zoey wrapped her lips around Rumi's fingers and moaned loudly as she licked up and down her knuckles. She was vaguely aware of Rumi glaring at her. 'm a good girl... She twirled her tongue across the salty, tangy fingers pulling at her mouth and moaned even louder to show how good she was being.
"You..." Rumi growled. Please- please don't be angry, I- I can- Rumi reached over to the other side of her desk with her dry right hand, waited for Zoey to finish making another noise, then did something that made a click and an electronic beep. Rumi looked up, away from Zoey, and spoke to something or someone Zoey couldn't see. "Yeah, uh- I forgot I'd asked her for a meeting." Zoey sucked the last of the fluid off Rumi's fingers with a satisfied groan. Rumi laughed. "You know what? Send her in anyways. And clear my schedule until noon. Thanks, Jinu."
There was another beep, a garbled voice Zoey faintly recognized yet hardly understood, and then silence.
Rumi leaned over Zoey, pressed a kiss to her sweat-soaked temple, and whispered in a voice as sweet as it was sinful: "I think I know what you need, pretty girl. You wanted 'more', didn't you?"
She didn't retrieve her fingers from Zoey's mouth; Zoey nodded and mumbled a wet "yes ma'am" around the obstructing digits.
"Wow, babe." Mira pulled the door shut and flipped the lock. Because someone around here has to have a fucking brain cell. "Who's this?" The woman in question was facing away from her - and she wasn't someone who Mira might recognize based off her bare ass. She adjusted her glasses for a better look anyways.
It is a really nice ass, though.
She wasn't at all surprised to step into Rumi's office and see she had a woman bent over her desk. It wouldn't have been the first time; and, more than once, she had been the one getting walked in on.
She was surprised to hear who Rumi had under her.
"Your new girl, Mira. Zoey Park." Rumi looked at her over her right shoulder and flashed a smug smile.
Oh you've got to be kidding me.
Rumi's shoulders heaved as she caught her breath from whatever she'd been doing to turn the company's brightest junior employee into a twitching puddle.
Mira blinked in surprise and tucked her hands into her pants pockets. "Really, Rumi? You're really fucking the new hire?"
"Hey, she started it!"
"Mhm. I bet she did." Mira sighed and crossed the room to give Rumi a peck on the cheek. "Tell me the truth, dear."
"I am!" Rumi's voice peaked high in a way Mira always found adorable. "I- I called Ms. Park here into my office to commend her for her big report. And-"
"You've got a real fucking funny way of 'commending' pretty women." Mira smirked and tried her hardest to keep her eyes on Rumi. Zoey's small, gagged moans made that difficult.
Rumi scoffed. "You didn't let me finish!"
"Sounds like you didn't let her finish, either."
"Yeah, well, I'm getting to that." Rumi sighed and put her right hand on Zoey's hip to steady herself. "Ms. Park thought she was in trouble, and figured that the best way to get out of trouble was try to seduce me-"
"-Hm, I wonder why she thought that might work on you-"
Rumi ignored the interruption. "-and when I told her she wasn't in trouble over her report, but she might be if she breaks company conduct policies... well, she ended up in my lap. You can ask her - this was all her idea."
Mira pushed Rumi's keyboard under her monitors and brought her right leg up so she could sit halfway on the desk. She watched Rumi give Zoey a light spank, and listened to Zoey's approving whine; Mira couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the scene playing out right next to her.
She bit her lip and tried to focus.
"I'd be happy to ask her, but her mouth seems... occupied."
Rumi's eyes went wide like she'd somehow forgotten that she was the reason Zoey was mumbling and drooling against her desk instead of speaking coherently, and pulled her fingers back with a wet pop. Much to Mira's amusement, Zoey tried to chase after Rumi's fingers and only turned her head to the right when they were out of reach.
She looked up at Mira with a big grin and intelligent eyes; Mira looked down at her with a raised eyebrow and a soft smile.
Well, Rumi. I can hardly blame you. She is a treat.
"Hi, boss."
"Hello, Ms. Park."
Zoey giggled nervously. "Ru- er- Ms. Ryu told the truth, I uh... I kinda jumped her. Um... sorry, this is kinda... awkward. And hot? Unless you're not into it..."
While Mira tried to come up with a remotely appropriate response, Rumi looked over with a smirk. Her eyes flicked down to the tent being pitched in the front of Mira's pants and chuckled. "I don't think you have to worry about that, Zoey. She's into it."
Mira rolled her eyes. "Shut up. Rumi, why'd you call me in here?"
I swear to fucking god, if this was just to show off...
"Well," Rumi drawled, "technically, Ms. Park is your employee. I shouldn't be the one who handles her... misconduct."
Oh you little shit.
"That's pretty fucking rich when she's bent over your desk."
She noticed Zoey wiggling her hips impatiently. Fuck, she's cute.
Rumi laughed. "Hey, now we all have something in common!"
Mira groaned indignantly. "Ugh. You- you're such a- grrh. I hate you."
"Love you too, babe." Rumi stepped closer to Mira and pressed their lips together; it was a relatively chaste kiss, given where Rumi's lips had already been that morning, but undeniably passionate.
When they broke apart, Zoey cooed up at them. "Aww... wait, are- are you two...?"
Mira shrugged with feigned indifference, but her smile only grew. "Something like that. But we're not exclusive... obviously."
Zoey beamed, freed her arms from her shirtsleeves, and pushed herself up to her elbows - giving Mira a great view of her tits. "You two are cute together." And you... are so very naked. And pierced, too. Fuck. "I-if that's not weird to say, Ms. Moon. I- I've never, uh, talked to someone right after their partner..."
"You can just call her Mira, babe." Rumi gave Zoey another affectionate pat on the butt. "Why don't you tell Mira what you were begging me for just before she joined us?"
The speed at which Zoey's entire face flushed pink was remarkable. Mira found herself staring - especially as the blush crept down to Zoey's freckle-dotted shoulders and chest.
"I- uh-" Zoey whined meekly and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I just wanted..."
Mira reached out to Zoey with her right hand and cupped her chin with her long, delicate fingers. "It's okay, Zoey. You can say it. I won't judge."
Oh. I've made a terrible mistake. Zoey looked up at Mira with the biggest, softest eyes she'd ever seen. Her kiss-swollen lips parted slightly and her long eyelashes fluttered innocently.
"I... mm-" Zoey swallowed hard as her words continued to fail her; Mira watched her throat bob and wondered, idly, how Zoey's throat might feel around her-
Fuck fuck fuck.
Mira shifted again as her erection throbbed.
"Aw." Rumi sighed. "You made her shy, Mira."
Before Mira could respond, Zoey blurted out: "Can I kiss you?"
Mira froze - but when she saw panic and regret begin to creep onto Zoey's face, she pulled off her glasses and leaned in to grant Zoey her request.
And to grant herself it, too.
She was so very glad she did. Zoey kissed with all of Rumi's energy, but her lips were softer, plumper - perfect to drag her teeth along and slip her tongue past. When she did, she tasted a curious tang on Zoey's tongue; once she realized it was Zoey she was tasting, she did her best to lap up all of the intoxicating flavor that she could. Zoey moaned shamelessly into her mouth; Mira returned with her own groan of delight.
I- I can't believe I'm doing this.
We should all be fired.
...Not like I'm going to turn back now.
Mira pulled back from the kiss to catch her breath; Zoey smiled and bit her lower lip playfully.
"Wow. That was hot." They both glanced over to Rumi, who was smirking proudly. "Oh, hey, don't stop because of me. Well... unless you wanted to know why I thought Mira could help you, Zoey..."
Mira glared at her as she slid her glasses back onto her nose. "What? Am I just toy for you to loan out, now?"
"Don't act like you don't love the sound of that."
"Fuck you, Rumi." Mira crossed her arms and stared down her nose at Rumi, forever thankful that she would always have the height advantage. "I don't have to take that from you."
Rumi opened her mouth to retort, but Zoey interrupted them both by clearing her throat. "Um- Ms. Ryu, Ms. Moon. If anyone should be taking anything from anybody right now, I hope it'll be me. B-because I'm starting to get cold and I would really, really like one of you, either of you- hell, both of you, to- um... warm me up?" She sighed. "Fuck me. I want somebody to please fuck me."
From interviewing the nervous fresh graduate last month to fucking her into our boss's desk, huh? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Mira decided that was a question for her therapist and filed away the last of her doubts into the part of her mind she could squarely ignore.
"That's a good girl, Zoey." Rumi smiled fondly. "I'm glad you asked for what you wanted. Now, tell me..." She ran her fingernails along Zoey's shoulders; Mira couldn't help at how Zoey melted into Rumi's touch. "What do you want to be fucked by, hm? Our fingers? Mouths? Or maybe..." Rumi's eyes flicked over to Mira and her lips curled deviously. "Maybe you'd like to know how your boss's cock feels?"
Zoey perked up and blinked curiously. "You- There's no way you keep a strap in your office, Ms. Ryu. That's wild-"
"That's not what I said, doll." Rumi chuckled and leaned over Zoey; she wrapped her left arm under her waist to hold her steady while she took hold of her right hand and guided it to the stiff, twitching erection between Mira's legs.
Mira held her breath.
Zoey's eyes went wide and her lips parted in surprise. "Oh. Oh fuck." Her fingertips pressed into the fabric without Rumi's guidance; Mira shuddered and bit her lip. "Yes. Please? Yes, yes, fuck yes, I- if- if that's okay, Ms. M- Mira, I would-"
"Careful, Zoey," Rumi purred, "don't get your hopes up..."
Mira scoffed, rolled her eyes, and stood up to undo the button of her pants. Zoey let go of her, but only because she was just out of reach. "Have I mentioned I hate you, Rumi?"
"Only every single day of our lives, babe."
And, for some stupid reason, I love you even more.
Zoey really, really tried to keep her cool as she watched Mira slide her pants and panties - which were pink with black lace and absolutely adorable - down her hips.
She had to clamp her lips closed and swallow twice to keep from drooling on the desk any more than she already had.
Contrary to Rumi's teasing, Mira's cock definitely wasn't disappointing. It looked a little small on her tall frame, but she seemed pretty similar in shape and size to Zoey's favorite toy.
But you're going to feel so much better inside me, aren't you? God, I can't fucking wait.
What really captured her attention were the three black barbell piercings running along the underside of Mira's shaft.
Zoey glanced up to see Mira looking adorably shy - her arms were crossed, her lips were pouted, and her eyes were pointed across the room.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Rumi stepped closer to Mira and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss the end of her nose.
Zoey nodded eagerly. "Mira, you- you're so pretty. And so hot. And- and god I think I need you inside me right now."
"Ah-" Mira's breath hitched and a light pink blush rose up on her cheeks. She fiddled with her glasses bashfully. "If that's- mm-" Mira's gaze finally drifted along Zoey's body for more than a moment; Zoey arched her back and wiggled her hips to give Mira plenty to look at and plenty to lust for.
"Don't you dare ask if it's alright, ma'am." Zoey laughed boldly. "I'm bent over in front of you, spread open, begging you to fuck me. What else do you need?"
Rumi laughed with her and dropped to a squat next to Mira. Zoey glanced down and looked up Rumi's skirt without an ounce of shame or guilt.
The smoldering coals in her core reignited very quickly when Rumi wrapped her left hand around the base of Mira's shaft and licked up from her balls to her tip. Mira whined and dropped one of her hands to cling to the desk; her other settled on the top of Rumi's head.
Fuck, Ms. Ryu, you're just as hungry as I am.
Rumi made a pleased noise and slipped Mira's cockhead into her mouth. She bobbed down once, pulled back with a wet pop, and stood back up.
Mira groaned.
"You know I had to get the first taste, baby." Rumi smiled and circled around Zoey to the other side of the desk; she reached down with her still-mostly-clean right hand, opened a drawer, and pulled out something that crinkled. "Want me to wrap you up, Mira?"
Oh! Right, safe sex. Safe sex with my boss. In the office of our boss. Am I dreaming? If I am, I hope I don't wake up before I come.
Mira smirked and nodded. "Yeah. Make yourself useful. Oh- wait. Zoey, you're not allergic to latex, are you?"
"Nope!"
"Thank fuck."
Watching Rumi unwrap a condom and roll it over Mira's dick was hardly a sexy pastime - but the tenderness of Rumi's touch and the fondness in Mira's gaze as they bantered and attended one another made Zoey feel fuzzy inside all over again.
They are so fucking cute.
Rumi stood back up, kissed Mira on the cheek, and stepped back to slap both of their asses. "Okay, ladies. Get to work."
It was pure serendipity that Zoey and Mira called her "dork" at the same moment.
Rumi laughed at them and returned to the drawer that, apparently, held whatever she needed for having sex in her own office.
Because that's just a thing Ryu Rumi does often enough to need a dedicated drawer, I guess.
Zoey made eye contact with Mira and pleaded wordlessly not to be kept waiting any longer; Mira smiled and stepped behind Zoey to grant her wish.
The feeling of warm, exploring fingers on her cunt after many long minutes of cold emptiness was a welcome shock; Zoey immediately twitched under Mira's touch and moaned.
"Holy fuck, baby..." The words slipped out of Mira's mouth easily - and Zoey melted all over again. "You're still so wet."
Zoey pushed back against Mira's hand with an insistent whine; Mira didn't tease her or edge her like Rumi did, she just dipped a finger through Zoey's fluttering folds.
"Mm- yes-" Zoey keened as renewed heat flooded through her. One thought floated to the top of her mind: This is a threesome. My first threesome. Lewd exhilaration and lewder desires mixed into a potent cocktail; she felt equally drunk and hyperaware. "M-Mira, please, I'm ready- I'm ready, I swear, please-" She could hear both of her partners laughing softly behind her before Mira grabbed Zoey's hip with her right hand and slipped a second finger inside of her. And as Zoey arched back and sunk herself over Mira's knuckles, Rumi gave Zoey's ass another firm squeeze. "Hah- mm- y-you really like my butt, Ms. Ryu, d-don't y- oh- fuck-"
Mira's fingers were so much longer than Rumi's - and so much gentler, too. She wasn't at all shy with her touch, but she took her time; every movement was slow and smooth, dragging out long waves of pleasure instead of the rapid pulses of Rumi's rough fucking. Zoey didn't know which she liked more.
I want both. Fuck, I am a greedy whore.
Rumi dug her fingers in, scraping her nails along Zoey's soft skin, and dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "I do, Zoey. It belongs to me, doesn't it? It doesn't matter whose fingers are inside you, you're my little slut."
Zoey squeezed her eyes shut and clenched involuntarily around Mira's slender fingers. "Y-yes ma'am. I- I'm your good girl, Rumi, I'm yours-"
"Hey!" Mira huffed in annoyance. "Did nobody ever teach you how to share, Rumi?" Mira's grip on Zoey's hip tightened possessively and her fingers curled a little further; Zoey moaned and surrendered herself to the feeling. "Who am I kidding? Of course not. You've always been a spoiled brat."
Rumi pulled her hand back and, based on the sounds Zoey could parse past the heartbeat in her ears, went back to sorting through her drawer. "I am sharing, Mimi. But just because I let you play with my toys doesn't make them yours."
Oh my god- fuck- yes, I- I'm just a toy! I'm just your toy, mmfuck...
"And I'm saying she should be mine, too." Mira tilted her wrist to slide her long fingers even deeper into Zoey's core. "I'm the one who hired her."
I can be both of yours please I want to belong to you both please
"And I'm the one she flirted with this morning." The drawer rattled as Rumi pulled something out; Zoey heard a soft click. "If I'd have listened to you last week, Ms. Park would've gotten rewarded with a kind email and none of us would be here."
"Hmph. And that's some reward you gave her, Rumi - you couldn't even make her come without calling me in to help!"
Without being able to see their affectionate smiles and loving eyes, the barbs being traded behind Zoey's back sounded so much sharper and angrier.
And the thought of her two incredibly hot bosses genuinely fighting over who owned Zoey, who her holes belonged to, made her clit throb. Unable to resist her own lust, Zoey shifted her weight onto her left elbow and forearm and reached between her legs with her right hand.
Rumi snorted dismissively. "Not like you're going to be able to satisfy her either, baby. Zoey's a greedy girl, and you only have so much to give..." There was the unmistakable splurt of a squeeze bottle, then the mixed sounds of wet squelching and Mira lightly moaning. Rumi's voice softened; Zoey could hear her give Mira a quick kiss. "That enough lube, babe?"
While they focused on one another, Zoey occupied herself by rubbing small circles around her swollen bud; she forced herself to go much slower than how she might masturbate at home.
"Mmf- yeah, that should be plenty. She's so fucking wet, I don't know if I even needed it." Mira slowly slid her fingers out of Zoey, drawing out a tiny whimper as she did. "Fuck, Zoey, I can't wait for you to take me. Ah- aw, Rumi, look at her. She's touching herself. She really is needy."
"Mm- sorry, ma'am. Not trying to m-make myself come, j-just... just keeping the engine warm..." While her bosses cooed affectionately at her, Zoey tiptoed, wiggled her hips, and arched her back as much as she physically could to help compensate for their height difference. "I'm so excited for you, Ms. Moon..."
Rumi clicked her tongue. "One thing before you two go feral on me: Zoey, did you mean it when you said you wanted to try anal? I have finger cots and plenty of lube; you can see how a finger feels and maybe get more next time."
Next time? Holy shit.
Zoey stilled her hand between her legs so that she could give Rumi her full attention, then nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, please. I- I don't really know- um-"
"If you don't like it, I'll stop." Rumi sat on the edge of the desk and leaned over to kiss Zoey's cheek. "All the stuff about us owning you is just talk, baby. If you ever want to stop or slow down, all you have to do is say so, okay? You're safe with us."
Two competing thoughts clashed in Zoey's mind as she stared back at Rumi: No, wait, you can own me for real if you want! and Will you marry me?
She bit her tongue, quite literally, so that neither thought slipped out of her mouth. She confirmed that she'd heard Rumi with a firm nod and an approving noise.
"Good. And- since you're new to it, I have to ask the gross question real quick: have you shit this morning, and do you need to right now?" Rumi smiled lightly, as if she thought Zoey would be embarrassed to answer any question at that point.
"Nope and nope. B-but I know you're supposed to prep first, and I haven't..."
Rumi squeezed Zoey's shoulder fondly. "It's okay! You seem plenty hygienic, cutie. And if all you're taking is one of my fingers, that's enough. Mira can give you some advice for prepping if you happen to want more." Rumi winked, slid off the desk, and bent over to fish around in her sex drawer some more. "Okay, that's it from me. You two have fun."
Zoey gasped as Mira - who seemed to be patiently waiting for them to be done - stepped between her legs and positioned herself at Zoey's entrance. Zoey started rubbing herself again and moved her hips, utterly entranced by the feeling of Mira's cockhead pressed to her soaked and swollen lips. One word tore itself, ragged and desperate, out of her throat: "Please..."
Please Mira please just fucking take me fucking ruin me oh my god-
Mira drew in a deep breath and guided herself into Zoey's eager, dripping cunt.
Oh.
Oh god.
"Oh-" The air in Mira's lungs left her in one short, shuddering exhale as she felt Zoey's walls clench around her. She dug her fingers deeper into Zoey's hip for stability as she pushed, centimeter by centimeter, into Zoey's warm, wet embrace. "Mmf- ffuck-"
She's so tight it almost hurts.
While Mira tried to maintain her composure, Zoey made it very clear how much she was enjoying it. She squealed and moaned and whimpered - and she pushed backwards, forcing Mira to hold her in place and accept the pace she was given.
I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
"Please, Ms. Moon, please I need you I need more- please keep going-"
Mira snarled at her. "Sit still, then. Fuck!" She closed her eyes and tried to steady her shaky breathing. "H-how are you so fucking tight!?"
She pulled her guiding fingers back when she'd sunk more than halfway into Zoey, then leaned forwards to get her slick-soaked left hand around Zoey's breast. Mira let herself enjoy a brief break from the luxurious torture of Zoey's cunt and toyed with the cute, pierced nipples she hadn't been able to stop thinking about. And, to her delight, Zoey whined and writhed as she pinched and flicked.
"Aw," Mira murmured, "somebody's sensitive..."
"Mm- mhm-!" Zoey whimpered. "It- mm- 's why I got 'em p-pierced-"
Mira let out a strained laugh. "Same. Mmf- can you feel mine, baby? I hope th-they don't hurt." She gave Zoey one final, self-indulgent squeeze before pulling her hand back and straightening up. God. Fuck. Just a little more to go.
"Y-yes, ma'am, I- it feels so good, j-just a little further, please, just- more-"
Next to them, Rumi laughed. "I tried to warn you, babe. Zoey's favorite word is 'more'."
"Which- mmf- which is insane." Mira bit her lip and started to slide deeper. She had to dig her heels into the floor and lock her knees to keep herself from buckling. "Ugh- god, Zoey, j-just relax, baby. 'm almost done."
Zoey squeaked and took a deep breath - and eased up on Mira's cock just a little bit.
Between the lube and Zoey's own gushing fluids, it was easy for Mira to slip in the rest of her shaft. Her hips clapped into Zoey's ass and Mira groaned feebly as she tried to get used to being inside Zoey's tight, hungry hole.
"Mmm..." Zoey sighed in contentment and squirmed against Mira. "...mmfuck..." Mira grit her teeth as Zoey clenched and unclenched around her. "...mm- Mira, you- you're perfect. Feel perfect. Mmm..."
"How do you- ah- f-feel, Zoey?" Mira readjusted her grip, putting both of her hands low on Zoey's hips for more leverage. "No pain?"
Zoey hummed and shook her head. "N-no. Just... full. Need a second b-before you move, 'kay?" Fine. Fuck me, I guess, since you're still moving plenty. "G-gotta adjust..."
Mira pursed her lips and looked at the ceiling to keep her sanity as Zoey continued to wriggle.
"Aw, what's the matter, Mimi?" Rumi poked her in the shoulder and chuckled. "You finally found someone you can satisfy. Afraid you're going to blow it?"
"Oh, f-fuck you." Mira dug her fingers into Zoey's soft thighs. A different kind of heat, even more frustrating, billowed in her chest when she looked down and saw Rumi's smirk. "Like I haven't fucked you silly more times than we can count."
Beneath her, Zoey slowed her movements and looked at them over her shoulder. "Ms. Ryu, M-Mira feels so good. She's a- mm- perfect fit in me. H-how can you...?" She trailed off into a soft whimper as her praise caused Mira to unconsciously flex inside of her.
Mira laughed so she didn't moan. "Rumi's a- a size queen. Bitch loves to get stretched out."
I'd love to see you get put in your place, Rumi. Zoey and I could take turns ruining you with your favorite toys.
Rumi opened a small plastic bag and pulled out two black latex finger condoms. "Pfft. You're just jealous."
Provoked by the jab, Mira pulled Zoey's hips closer; they groaned in tandem as she suddenly hilted deeper than either of them expected. "Gr- god- jealous of what?" Mira overcompensated for the movement by rolling her hips back; her cock slid halfway out, every rung of her ladder piercing rubbing across the sweet spot inside Zoey.
Zoey gasped and clenched so tight that Mira was held in place by her cock. "Fuck! God! I- I wasn't- mmm-"
"Sorry, sorry- I'm sorry-" Mira babbled, brain overridden by the wet friction and hot pressure running up and down her entire shaft.
"N-no, no, please, Mira, please keep- keep going. Fuck me, please." Zoey relaxed her walls enough that Mira could move again - and moaned, loud and eager, as Mira thrust forwards. "Yes-! Oh- like that, yes-"
You're mine, Zoey. Mine.
"F-faster, please..." Zoey whimpered as Mira pulled her hips back a second time; the strange, wonderful feeling of Mira's artificial ridges running through her was something she would never forget.
She moaned and throbbed, fingers still fidgeting with her clit, as Mira tried to obey with another, deeper thrust and an obscene noise.
And then another; their thighs slapped together, wet and warm and both already shaking with pleasure.
Behind her, Rumi scoffed. "She asked for faster, Mira, not harder. Get it right."
Either one w-works...
Mira growled, rocked her hips back carefully, then plunged back into Zoey twice as fast. "Better?" Who- who are you asking? Zoey didn't want to leave her boss waiting for a response, so she answered with an enthusiastic moan. "Good." Mira began to fuck Zoey at the pace she just set; it felt perfect, just fast enough that Zoey stopped feeling empty whenever Mira pulled back and just slow enough that she could savor the way the underside of Mira's cock rubbed along her upper walls.
"Good girl, Ms. Moon. You've got potential." Though it was almost drowned out by their shared moans and wet squelches, Zoey could hear the sound of the lube bottle again. "Now you just have to keep it up, babe."
"F-fuck- you-" Mira's pace stuttered, just for a moment - but her frustrated twitching drove her cock into Zoey's favorite spot.
Ohh- fuck- god, yes, please- please keep fighting- fight over me, please-
"Hmph. Focus on your current task, Ms. Moon." With another small, arrogant laugh, Rumi sat down to the left of Zoey. She tapped Zoey's shoulder with one of her knuckles. "And as for you, slut. You'd better get ready, it'll be cold."
Ready? F-for wha- oh fuck yes right yes please yes-
Rumi wasn't lying; the lube was cold.
But her touch wasn't - it was warm and dexterous and unbelievably exciting to feel teasing her ass.
Her mind was torn in two: one half was fixated on Rumi's finger while the other half melted under Mira's thrusts.
Neither half could agree on what to say, so all that came out was a long, strangled moan.
"Okay, Zoey. Tell me if you want me to stop - or, hm, if you've already been fucked so stupid that you can't talk, doll, then just tap the desk and I'll stop. Nod if you understood." Zoey nodded frantically; she might not have control over her voice, but would not let herself be misunderstood. "Good. Just relax. Breathe. Focus on Mira's perfect cock, okay?" Her finger began to press more insistently at Zoey's hole, and she bit her lip. "Relax, Zoey. Breathe."
Zoey made the decision to stop rubbing herself so she could get both of her steadying arms underneath her body again.
And she breathed. She closed her eyes and untensed every muscle she could and surrendered herself to the rough, rhythmic pumping, to the feeling of Mira's cock that felt so perfect for her cunt that she never wanted Mira to pull out, and to the feeling of Rumi's experienced finger slowly, gradually, penetrating her.
"Good girl." Rumi's praise sounded soft and sweet as cotton candy.
Mira joined, too, between her own wrecked moans: "G-good girl, Zoey. So fucking good for us."
Zoey breathed, Zoey relaxed, even as butterflies filled her stomach and her bosses filled both of her entrances.
The two halves of her focus rejoined as Rumi's finger stopped sinking deeper and started to curl ever-so-slightly.
The new sensation was strange, but she liked it - and she made sure Rumi knew it. "Yes- fuck- Rumi- Mira- please, please- just like this, just keep going, I-" Her voice cracked and shattered as one of their hands slipped under her pelvis and between her legs to rub her clit.
It only took a few seconds of their complete, undivided attention to push Zoey to the edge.
"I- I'm- I'm-!"
Rumi purred in her ear. "Come for us, baby. You're such a pretty little slut. Make us proud and come, Zoey. "
"Shit-" Mira's grip tightened suddenly and she began to lose their rhythm with ever-quickening thrusts. "Fuck, shit, fuck-"
Zoey's toes curled and her feet left the floor; the edge of the desk pressed uncomfortably into her hips, but she didn't care - she couldn't care when Rumi was fingering her ass and kissing her cheek and Mira was losing herself in their shared pleasure.
She lost track of every second, every breath, every muscle in her body and every thought in her head. Reality narrowed down to the two beautiful, powerful women behind her - one who was treating Zoey like she was her favorite toy, and the other who was rutting into her like a wild animal.
And then that reality exploded into molten heat and quivering muscles and overstimulated nerves and choked sobs.
"Fuck-!" Mira doubled over and buried her face in Zoey's hair while her hips continued to buck out of her control. Mira grunted feebly and panted for air; the heat of her breath against Zoey's neck and the broken noises slipping out of Mira's throat shook Zoey out of her orgasmic stupor enough to enjoy Mira losing herself inside of her. "I- I- fuck-"
"Please," Zoey whispered, "please, ma'am. I-I've been s-so good. Mm- make me yours, Mira, please-"
Ah-
Zoey didn't expect her plea to invigorate Mira as much as it did - but, just a moment later, Zoey's cheek was pressed against the wood again as Mira fucked her into the desk.
And she could feel Rumi joining the fun, too, curling her finger downwards and pushing down on her other walls in a way that let Zoey feel Mira's thrusts twice.
Holy mother of Jesus fucking- fuck-
Mira's groans intensified, and Zoey could feel her cock pulsing deep inside of her... which was enough to send Zoey tumbling into the grip of a second orgasm that felt even more electrifying than the last.
Fuck me fuck me please make me yours fill me up get me pregnant marry me I'm yours I'm- more- please-
Wow.
Rumi couldn't stop herself from grinning at the two sweaty, out-of-breath, sex-drunk women collapsed atop her desk.
She slowly retrieved her finger from Zoey's ass and stood up so she could dispose of the finger cots in her under-desk wastebin.
Which I will not be asking my assistant to empty today. He deserves much better than having to clean up for his unprofessional boss.
A warm feeling bubbled up in her chest - much softer than the raw arousal that led her into this mess - as she heard Mira and Zoey whispering to one another, soft and giddy and absolutely adorable.
Rumi's breath hitched when she recognized that feeling; her hands froze when she realized it wasn't just directed at Mira.
Ah. Fuck.
Well. That's... something to think about later.
She didn't allow herself to think about when 'later' might be - but she knew it had to be after the two beautiful, lovely, incredible, intelligent women next to her got off of her desk.
So she crouched down, pulled out a packet of sanitary wipes and a bottle of hand sanitizer from her drawer, and quietly cleaned herself off.
"Well done, ladies." She suppressed a giggle as Mira struggled to stand up straight and almost immediately crumbled at the feeling of pulling out of Zoey. "Once you can both feel your limbs again..." Rumi allowed herself to enjoy the utterly vulgar sight of Mira's slick-coated shaft sliding out of Zoey's flushed, fluttering pussy. "I'll help you clean up. I've got wipes, sanitizer..." Ah, fuck it. I'm already in too deep. Rumi sunk to her knees with a carefree smile. "But I'd like a taste of what belongs to me, first."
She dragged her tongue along Zoey's drenched folds, enjoying the flavor almost as much as she enjoyed the pathetic whimper that Zoey let out.
She took her time, diligently lapping up every patch of sweet, sticky fluids she could find with the tip of her tongue.
When she was finished, she looked over to Mira - who'd just managed to slip off her condom and stared back at Rumi like a rabbit under a tiger's gaze.
Do you really think I'd go easy on you, baby?
Mira groaned as Rumi's lips wrapped around her hypersensitive tip and practically sobbed as her tongue traced up and down her length. She savored Mira's salty taste as much as she did Zoey's tang... and found herself hoping that one day she might get to taste them both on Mira's cock.
Maybe, if this becomes a regular thing... we can figure it out.
Rumi stood up and straightened out her clothes reflexively. Her eyes flicked between Zoey and Mira, who both looked glowing and- and like they both just had wild sex at work. In her office.
"Well." Rumi sighed. "I'm giving us all the rest of the day off. We look... er- it's bad."
Zoey giggled. "Thanks, boss!"
"Ugh." Mira ran a hand through her mussed hair and adjusted her glasses. "I had so much left to do today."
"You've earned a break, baby." Rumi kissed her on the cheek and smiled softly. "You both have."
She winced as Zoey flipped around to sit on the edge of her desk before she slid down to her feet - and left one hell of a wet spot behind.
Gross.
And absolutely worth it.
Rumi laughed and reached for the second pack of wipes. "I look forward to our next performance review, ladies."