Phone Sex Turns Into Real Sex

London Keyes ran the phone lines and needed fresh voices. Amber Ashlee waited outside her office in a little black dress that left nothing to the imagination. The interview began with questions about Amber’s voice, her experience, her fantasies. Within minutes Amber leaned across the desk, lips parted, and whispered that she performed best when she could watch the woman she pleased. London felt heat coil low in her belly. She took off her blazer. Amber slipped behind the desk and dragged London’s skirt up her thighs. Stockings. No panties. A quick breath between them and they were kissing hard, tongues sliding, hands working. Amber dropped to her knees and opened London with two fingers, tongue flicking until London gripped the armrests and swore under her breath. She pulled Amber up, bent her over the desk, and buried her face between the younger woman’s legs. Amber moaned loud enough to reach the empty hallway. They switched places, then switched again. London rode Amber’s mouth until she came with a long, shaky gasp. Amber licked her clean and looked up, eyes bright. London’s legs still trembled when she finally spoke. “You’re hired. Start tonight. I’ll be listening.”