Lady Boss: The IT Nerd

Alison pounded the keyboard, cursing as the screen flickered one last time before dying completely. She called IT only to hear her usual guy had left for some island vacation. A new voice said they'd send someone right over. Gina knocked, introduced herself as the temp, and walked in like she belonged there. Alison checked the clock and snapped, asking what the hell took so long. Gina glanced at the dead laptop and asked what happened. Alison could barely hide her irritation and told Gina she was supposed to be the one who figured that out. Gina squatted, opened the tower, traced wires with quick fingers. “Hardware issue,” she said. “Needs parts. Temps don’t have keys.” Alison clenched her jaw. She had deadlines. She barked that if Gina couldn’t fix the computer, maybe she could still make herself useful. The words hung there, thick, until Gina looked up and found Alison standing above her, panties already sliding down toned thighs. Alison’s bare cunt hovered inches from Gina’s mouth—wet, flushed, impatient. “Eat me right,” she said, voice low and certain, “and I’ll make sure you get those keys. Keep a boyfriend if you want, just keep your mouth busy.” Gina swallowed hard, hesitated, then leaned in. Her tongue flattened against slick heat. Alison exhaled, gripped Gina’s hair, and rocked forward, taking what she needed. Below her, the girl worked—slow licks turning steady, then greedy—mouth sealing, sucking, tasting every pulse. The dead computer stayed dark; the only sound was skin meeting tongue.