Office Sharing

Liz Jordan studies her reflection. Perfect skin. Her hair spills over her shoulders in heavy waves. She knows she looks good. Dante enters the bathroom, cupping her waist from behind. "You're sure you want this?" he asks. "I do," she answers. "I'm excited." He nods. The terms are clear: she'll fuck his boss, Sinn Sage, and he'll watch. This will buy him leverage at work. They both smile at the gamble. When Sinn arrives she's in no mood for conversation. She sees only Liz, already spread across the hotel bed. Dante sits quietly in the armchair, eyes sharp. The two women meet at the mouth. Hands drag fabric. Brassieres slip away. Breasts graze. They fall into each other—soft gasps, quick fingers, silk sliding over heat—while Dante leans forward and takes every detail in.