EXTRACT FOR
Lesbians at Work
(Giselle Renarde)

Larissa could have been a supermodel.  If there were beauty pageants for business executives, she could strut across the stage in that sharp suit jacket and fearsome leather skirt.  Crisp white shirt, jewels and gold.  She'd take top prize.

Minnie swished around the office in her summer skirt before hopping on Larissa's desk.  Ooh, was she ever wet!  When did that happen?  Seemed like every time Larissa gave her that hungry look, her pussy swelled, her clit throbbed, and hot juice spilled down her thighs.

"Open your legs, little miss."

Her throat ran dry, but she hiked her feet off the carpet and hooked her heels into the drawer handles.  The veneer on Larissa's mid-century modern desk was scuffed in two spots, from Minnie's two feet: small black stripes from every pair of heels she'd ever worn.

"Wider."  Larissa pointed back and forth between both knees.  "Wide as you can."

"Yes, Boss."  Minnie parted her thighs until her muscles screamed.  "How's that?"

"It'll have to do," Larissa faux-clucked.  "Now hike up your skirt."

Minnie took the diaphanous fabric between her fingers and thumbs, tossing it around to tease her boss.  "Up?"

"All the way."  A bit of a growl, now.  "Up past your hips.  Then unbutton your blouse and lean back."