Sex Appeal

Bella Rolland watched the branding consultant settle into the chair across from her desk. Alexis Tae was small but striking, her posture straight, eyes already reading the room. They started easy. Numbers. Growth. Messaging. Bella gave clean, polished answers—answers Alexis had clearly heard before. Nothing stuck. Alexis crossed her legs. "Can I get personal?" Bella paused. Nodded once. The questions shifted. What makes you angry? What turns you on? Who do you imagine when you close your eyes? Bella found herself answering honestly, speaking about women in careful half-sentences until Alexis cut through: "You’re gay." It wasn’t a question. Bella’s shoulders squared. "I am." Alexis leaned in, eyes bright. "Then we lead with that." "No," Bella said. "It’s mine. It isn’t a tagline." Alexis smiled slowly. "Sex sells. Two beautiful women undressing each other sells better than any font we could choose." Bella stood, ready to end the meeting. Alexis rose too, blocking the easy path to the door. Tension thickened between them. "Let me show you," Alexis said, voice low. "Five minutes. If I’m wrong, we drop it." Bella looked at her, the nerve of it, the fire. She exhaled, sharp. Then she locked the door. Alexis crossed the room first, pressing Bella against the desk. Hands slipped under her blouse, palms warm. Bella kissed back hard, tasting determination. Alexis dropped to her knees, bunching the pencil skirt to Bella’s waist, pressing her face between Bella’s thighs. Bella bit her lip as Alexis pulled her panties aside and licked long and slow, tongue steady, hungry. Bella’s hips tilted forward. She gripped the edge of the desk. Alexis kept working—fingers sliding in, tongue flicking her clit—until Bella’s breath came fast and broken. She came with her head thrown back, thighs trembling, Alexis’ name caught between her teeth. When Bella opened her eyes, Alexis was standing again, wiping her mouth, smiling like she’d just won an argument. Bella studied her, then reached out, already tugging Alexis closer. "Lock the door," she said. "We’re not finished."