Caught In The Act

Karma sat at her desk, swearing when the screen went black. The file vanished. Hours of work. She called Jade in, already knowing the damage. Hours to reprint. Hours of nothing. Heat crawled under her skin. She needed release, something to clear the static. Alone, she leaned back, skirt hitched, fingers working slow between her legs. Then Jade burst through the door. Karma’s hand froze. Jade’s mouth fell open. She tried to back out, cheeks burning, but Karma stopped her. Stay. Karma needed this—needed her. Jade stepped closer, trembling at first, but Karma’s voice pulled her in. Fingers replaced with lips, with breath against skin. Jade knelt. Karma opened for her. The tension bled out in quiet gasps and steady pressure until everything in the room tightened, then gave way.