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“the board has concluded the call.”
natalie stared longingly into helena’s blue-hazel eyes. she was sat on helena’s desk cross-legged, helena looming over her wearing a particularly tight skirt and a mischievous smirk. helena ambled slowly around the desk behind natalie and leaned down beside her ear. she took great care in plucking natalie’s earpiece out before whispering into the back of her neck, “praise kier.”
natalie sighed with relief as their “bi-weekly meeting” began, feeling helena’s warm lips trail down her neck and shoulders.
“you looked incredible on my television screen last night, natalie,” she said between pecks. “i couldn’t help but touch myself watching you put down that pathetic little man and his pathetic little ideas. i’d love to rip that red blouse off with my teeth.”
natalie’s heart fluttered at helena’s praise. she let her head fall back, smelling traces of lavender on helena’s auburn hair. “jesus, lena.”
helena hummed in response before unzipping the sleeveless midi dress natalie wore, revealing the clasp of a white lace bra. natalie scooted off of the mahogany desk and joined helena behind it, who had already taken off her pantsuit and carefully laid it out on the floor in the corner of the office.
“that was quick,” natalie giggled. this was her escape. helena and natalie had known each other for over a decade, and underneath their ice-cold corporate personas, they were still simply girls. this was all they had. skin-skin contact, girlish giggling, playful flirting, warm silence. it was all they needed.
helena took natalie by the waist with one hand and her chin with the other. “you are gorgeous.”
natalie blushed and took a hand off of helena’s waist to pull the french pin out of her hair, sending a cascade of lava-colored waves down helena’s neck. helena felt goosebumps prickle up her arms as their lips met.
“i like these,” natalie teased, hooking a thumb into the side of helena’s navy blue panties embellished with small white flowers.
“oh good, i bought them special. business expense,” she nudged back. “i planned something extra special today,” helena whispered, letting her hand fall to natalie’s navel.
“hmm, what’s that?—“
—the door swung open. natalie squeaked in surprise and ducked behind the desk before she could realize who was in the doorway.
“helena?”
“harmony.”
“helena, what the fuck is this?” cobel shut and locked the door behind her clumsily. “we have a scheduled meeting, put some clothes on for kier’s sake!”
“i’m well aware. the meeting has already begun.”
“…lena?” natalie practically whispered. she was shaking with embarrassment. helena took her hand and guided her to stand up.
“natalie, harmony will be… observing the meeting today,” she turned to cobel, “please, have a seat.”
cobel’s expression shifted from shock to an inscrutable simper as she locked the door behind her, smoothed her tight pencil skirt, and sat on the armchair in the corner. she passed on a nod to helena.
helena guided natalie toward her by the hips. natalie felt the heat between her thighs grow hellish, her mouth falling open involuntarily. she looked up at helena saucer-eyed and felt her knees wobble. god it was perfect. natalie couldn’t imagine anything hotter than her subordinate watching her get fucked by her boss. the sheer power of it was enough to get a person drunk. she guided one of helena’s hands to the small of her back, and lower still, sparing cobel a sultry glance, as if to say “you’re welcome”.
this wasn’t their usual gentle intimacy. their giggling between kisses, their soft caresses, their sweet nothings. this wasn’t intimacy. it was sex. something natalie didn’t even realize she was craving. her body was begging for it, insisting upon it. she needed to be utterly consumed by helena.
helena had a particularly stressful week. her insufferable fucking innie had carved “help” into her thigh 2 days ago and the scar still ached with a grey-yellowy bruise. she dug her french tips into natalie’s back at the thought of it and natalie bit her bottom lip to hold back a gasp.
“lena, please.”
“please what?”
natalie glanced at cobel. “please fuck my lights out.”
that was all helena needed. despite her slender frame, she was reasonably strong. she effortlessly bent natalie over her desk, a fistful of blonde curls in her hand. helena leaned over to whisper in the shell of her ear “thank you for asking so nicely,” as she peeled the soaked purple garment from natalie’s backside. she peppered small kisses from the small of her back all the way down to natalie’s core.
“l-lena—“
“shhh. i know how you like it.”
helena licked a long stripe all the way up her vulva, natalie shaking and twitching and whimpering uncontrollably.
“natalie,” she began in her best calm-yet-demanding boss voice, “you need to relax or i’ll have to make you relax.” another stripe, and natalie still squirmed beneath her, french manicure digging into the wood of the desk.
“you wanna act like a needy little whore? i’ll treat you like one. hands behind your back.”
a string of saliva dripped from natalie’s chin. she gladly put her hands behind her back where helena held them firmly by the wrists with one hand.
“you look so pretty like this. so helpless. now: who owns you?”
natalie breathed hard and fast, anticipating her reward. “you do, helena.”
“there she is,” helena purred, dipping her middle finger into natalie, who was twitching and shuddering. “and… who owns harmony? can you please tell harmony who owns her?”
natalie uncrossed her eyes and planted them at cobel’s. “helena does. helena owns harmony.”
helena immediately planted a second finger in. “clever girl.”
at the same time, cobel thrusted two fingers into herself. the sight was breathtaking. helena noticed the way natalie dripped all the way down her arm and promptly took her hand out, natalie hissing sharply at the loss.
“you’re making a mess. you know i like to keep my desk tidy. be a good little pet and clean it up,” helena demanded, walking around the desk and sticking the two fingers into natalie’s mouth. natalie sucked on them obediently, rolling her tongue over helena’s digits. helena’s gaze didn’t leave cobel’s as she took her fingers out and let natalie lick the drips from her forearm all the way up to her elbow.
“please, lena,” natalie whined.
“who?” helena raised her arm like a mother ready to discipline her petulant toddler.
“lena, i need you,” she replied, holding back a knowing smirk.
helena’s palm came down on natalie’s cheek with a loud smack. “try again,” she said calmly, sauntering back behind her desk.
natalie couldn’t decide what she wanted more: helena’s hands inside her or making ruby-red marks across her skin. “please fuck me, miss eagan,” she purred.
“there’s my good girl.” she picked natalie’s purple thong up off the floor and reached around to stuff it into natalie’s waiting mouth. she got on her knees and ate natalie out from behind, one hand still firmly gripping both of natalie’s wrists and the other free to occasionally spank her ass.
cobel watched natalie’s eyes cross and roll back as she steadily reached her limit, prompting a half-stifled moan to slip from her lips.
helena paused and lifted her head up. “did you…hear something baby?”
“mm?” natalie could barely comprehend words in her state. all she knew was she needed to cum, badly.
“me neither,” she shot a dirty look at cobel. “good thing, i don’t like to be interrupted while i’m eating. if i hear another peep i might have to kick our guest out before she can make herself finish. what do you think of that, natalie?”
“mhm!” she pretended to agree wholeheartedly, hoping it would speed things along and get helena back to fucking her.
cobel rocked against her hand and brought the other up to her mouth to cover it. she wasn’t taking any chances.
helena nipped at the backs of natalie’s thighs before continuing to go down on her, sucking at her clit ruthlessly.
a symphony of fabric-muffled sounds escaped natalie’s mouth as she finally reached her climax, watching cobel reach hers simultaneously. she absolutely coated helena’s face, her hips shaking uncontrollably. helena planted a final peck on natalie’s lower back as she retrieved the panties from her mouth.
the three women panted in silence for a moment before helena broke it with a “that concludes our meeting. good afternoon, harmony.”
cobel stood up from the corner chair, knees threatening to give way beneath her. she smoothed her pencil skirt a final time and disappeared through the doorway, shutting the door behind her.
helena turned to her dazed assistant, who was still bent over the desk attempting to catch her breath. “i had drummond clear your meetings for the rest of the day. you earned it, princess.”