Employee Intervention

Bridgette B called Katrina Colt and Lulu Chu into her home. The two employees eyed each other the second they met, and the air cracked with friction. Seated in the living room, Bridgette laid out the issue: their constant sniping had tanked productivity, yet both were too valuable to lose. Katrina and Lulu snapped at once, trading sharp words, yet a quick glance lingered too long, a bite of the lip slipped out before either could catch it. Bridgette watched, the tension clicking into place. She leaned forward. "You two want each other." The blunt statement stunned both women into silence. Denial followed fast, but Bridgette held firm, naming every charged look and brush of fingers they tried to hide. Under the pressure, the truth surfaced. Katrina’s gaze dropped to Lulu’s mouth; Lulu’s breath hitched. Attraction, now spoken aloud, filled the room. Bridgette didn’t stop there. "Fuck it out," she said. "Here. Now. Or this problem never ends." Katrina and Lulu faltered, but the boss’s certainty won. They moved closer, uncertain hands tracing skin—blonde hair falling across a bare shoulder, small natural breasts pressing together, the soft shave between Lulu’s thighs revealed as clothing slipped away. Bridgette’s patience snapped. She rose, joined them, and took control. Her touch guided mouths to breasts, spread thighs wider, and pushed the pace from timid to urgent. The three bodies tangled on the couch, every suppressed want finally voiced in gasps and wet heat.