I Really Need This Job

Ivy Wolfe rises from her desk when Tiffany Watson enters. The woman waits in a tight, low-cut dress. Ivy takes the seat beside her. Tiffany smiles, asking if she remembers her from college. Ivy shakes her head. Tiffany laughs, certain they shared classes, but Ivy still draws a blank. Ivy studies the resume, then asks what makes Tiffany suitable for the role. Tiffany cites her marketing degree and her rapport with clients, claiming she fits the company perfectly. Ivy glances down, unconvinced. Tiffany presses, mentioning their shared education. Ivy cuts her short. She doesn't sense real passion. She usually shares something more with the people she hires. Tiffany asks what kind of connection she means. Ivy's stare travels over her chest and thighs, giving the answer. Desperate, Tiffany insists she can prove it. Ivy leans in, suddenly admitting she recalls the jokes from Tiffany's sorority about Ivy being gay. Her hand finds Tiffany's arm. She offers one way to show how passionate Tiffany really is. Tiffany barely starts to protest when Ivy cups her breasts through the dress, then kisses the side of her neck. This can't happen; she's married and inexperienced with women. Ivy clamps her hand over Tiffany's mouth, tugs the bra aside, and latches onto a stiff pink nipple, sucking hard. She spreads Tiffany's legs and strokes between them. Tiffany feels a rush of heat where her husband's touch never reaches. She thinks how absurd this is for a job interview, but when Ivy drops to her knees and drags the panties down, tongue finding her clit, the doubts begin to crack. She needs the job. She needs whatever Ivy is offering next.