Lady Boss: Caught at the Office

Sinn Sage grips the phone like it owes her money, snapping orders to the trader on the other end. She just cut some dumb-ass temp for quoting the wrong spread and cost them a client; that same temp had her face buried between Sinn’s girlfriend’s thighs not two hours later. She slams the phone down and barks the names of her two remaining assistants—no answer. She stands, heels clicking, and goes to hunt them down. Karlee and Penny are twisted together against a filing cabinet, tongues sliding deep. The instant they hear Sinn they tear apart and grab folders like a pair of guilty schoolgirls. Sinn charges in. “Where the hell is the Euro close-out?” They stammer about being hard at work. The moment Sinn storms back to her office, Penny’s shirt is open and Karlee’s mouth is latched onto one heavy tit. Back at her desk Sinn sees no new files, no notes, no movement on the task bar. She walks in again and now only Penny is at her screen. “Karlee stepped out for a minute,” Penny lies. Meanwhile Karlee is already under the desk, lips slick on Penny’s soaked cunt. Sinn’s jaw tightens. Enough. She could fire them both or she could get off. She chooses the latter. “Prove you want to stay. Get me off or get out.” Penny shivers; Karlee crawls from beneath the desk. They trade a hungry look. Clothes drop in a fast, messy pile. Sinn sits on the edge of the polished wood and spreads. Penny buries her tongue while Karlee works two fingers in at the same time, knuckles glistening. Sinn’s breathing turns ragged, the anger melting into thick, dirty moans. They fuck her like their paychecks depend on it—lips, tongues, fingers, every hole offered up. Sinn yanks Penny by the hair, grinds Karlee’s face harder against her clit, comes sharp and loud. Only when her legs stop shaking does she look down at the two flushed, dripping girls still on their knees. “Back to work,” she says, voice low and spent. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll call you in here again.”