Lesbian Legal #02

Heather's hardly been through orientation before they throw her at India's desk. There's no corner office waiting upstairs, just a locked conference room and the unspoken cost of climbing. India keeps her blazer on. Everything else comes off in measured pieces. Heather sinks into the couch without being told twice. Her knees part. India's mouth follows the line of her thigh until Heather's hips lift. India takes her time between those wet folds, tongue working slow and sure while her fingers press deep. Heather's breath breaks. She reaches down to hold India closer, knuckles white against dark hair. They trade places. Heather works her way lower, lips parting around India's clit, sucking until India swears under her breath and comes with a slow, rolling shudder. They trade again, bodies slick and restless. Heather ends up on her back, thighs pinned, riding every thrust of India's hand until her spine arches clean off the cushions. She leaves the room with the job, the mess still warm on her skin.