1. Kiss My Ass (On New Year’s Eve)


    Date: 5/17/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    The ingredients were all there, I swear - an artfully decorated buffet overflowing with deliciousness, bottles of champagne and beautiful people in their best age and dressed in their finest clothes, hyped up by the promise of a new year with new opportunities after a highly successful one, a brilliant band that played whatever we desired, a clear sky, and all of them hustled together on the roof terrace of our company’s office building to appreciate the fireworks. All but two ingredients were. Two stories down, I found myself pressed against the wall of my tiny office, slightly tipsy and with brightly flushing cheeks. In front of me stood Helen, whom I had followed on a hunch when she sneaked away from the party and into the deserted offices, and she was waving a manila folder up and down and glaring daggers. “Horton’s my client, you hear that, Carrie?” she hissed between clenched teeth, and I so felt like slapping her pretty face. I had told her a thousand times to call me Caroline. “He came to me!” I shot back, trying and failing to reach for the brown folder. “He’s always been with me. I don’t know what lies you’ve told him,” she accused. “I don’t need to tell lies!” No, I didn’t. I spoke with his secretary, and all I had told her was that I was the expert for Asia, and that I could raise his profit margin by a good number. “I’ll take that,” Helen stated, hiding the folder behind her back and taking another step towards me until we were almost touching, “and good save you ...
    if I catch you poaching in my territory again, bitch!” “It’s my case,” I shot back, suddenly feeling hot and lightheaded. “Mortimer approved it!” “Know what?” she growled and leaned even closer. Hear breath brushed heatedly over my lips. My heartbeat filled my ears. “You can kiss my ass! Got that?” We always clashed. Put us into a room together for an hour and you’ll save the demolition crew. Helen, with her pretty face and perfect figure, with the long, dark hair that flowed and shimmered even at the end of endless working days, with the cleavage that she flaunted to woo all the best among our clients, was my antipode. I was good at what I did, really good. But I didn’t have her perfect C-cups, and my dirty blond hair, once it grew longer, became frizzy and all over the place, no matter how much conditioner and spray I used. It wasn’t fair. And there were the dreams… A crazy thought bubbled up inside me. I knew that Horton’s case was lost to me. A tingling buzz, spurred on by my slightly inebriated state, came alive between my thighs. She had cornered me against the wall, one arm extended right next to my head, and her glowing, emerald eyes just dared me to object. A pretty silver locket with a pearl decorated her cleavage, hinting at delicious, naughty softness further down. “Can I? I’m pretty sure you’re much too uptight to allow that.” I almost giggled with glee when she gasped for air. That had caught her off-guard. But then her eyes narrowed, and one corner of her lips ...
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