Lady Boss: Performance Reviews

Three women sit outside Vicki Chase's office. Lilly Bell keeps checking the time. Kimmy Kim twists a tissue between her fingers. April Olsen stares at the carpet. They have heard the stories. When Vicki emerges, she waves them inside and flips open three folders. Her verdict is clear. Mediocre. Not bad enough to fire, not good enough to promote. But she offers a deal. A few minutes of cooperation and the files improve. Four people, one room, no exceptions. Five minutes to decide. Lilly likes the terms. She reaches for April's hand. April shakes her head. She is married. Lilly counters quietly: a poor review could follow her home and cost her more than an afternoon spent naked with colleagues. April's shoulders drop. She nods. They turn to Kimmy. She laughs once, short and nervous. She likes men. Lilly leans in, voice low and quick. Kimmy glances at the closed door, then at the folders still open on the desk. Five minutes pass like a held breath. Vicki returns to find three flushed faces and loosened buttons. The moment she locks the door, clothing drops. Lilly pulls Kimmy into a kiss while April unbuttons Vicki's blouse. Hands slide under skirts and between thighs, skin against skin. Moans replace tension. Lilly drops to her knees, tongue working Vicki's clit in firm strokes. Kimmy hesitates only a second, then spreads her legs for April's fingers. Bodies shift. Vicki straddles Lilly's mouth while April pushes two fingers inside Kimmy, thumb brushing her clit. Kimmy cries out first. The sound spurs the others. Vicki grips the desk, thighs trembling. April climbs onto the couch, cunt hovering over Lilly's busy mouth as Vicki rubs her own clit against Lilly's tongue. Someone comes again. They trade places without breaking contact. Sweat beads on lower backs. Someone else laughs. Someone else gasps. When they finish, every review has been rewritten. No one looks worried anymore.