Lady Boss: Caught at the Office

Sinn Sage barked prices into the phone while her pulse hammered. She'd just axed a junior trader for blowing a quote and the client wanted blood. Then she’d walked in on her girlfriend with her face between that same trader’s thighs. When the line clicked dead, Sinn looked over the screens—Karlee and Penny hadn’t logged a single movement. Names. Silence. Empty chairs. Down the hall the girls clutched each other, tongues deep, clothes half off. Footsteps snapped them apart; they dove for keyboards. Sinn exploded through the door. “Work’s still sitting here. Why?” Karlee stammered excuses. Sinn left them with a glare and stalked back out. Penny’s shirt hit the floor. Karlee sucked a nipple, teeth grazing. Then the footsteps again—Penny shoved her bra back on and Karlee clacked the mouse. Sinn scanned the monitors. Nothing updated. She doubled back. Only Penny remained. “She stepped out,” Penny said. False. Beneath the desk Karlee was on her knees, tongue buried, fingers splitting Penny open. Every wet glide made Penny’s breath hitch. Sinn circled the desk, spotted the knees, and laughed once, sharp. “Figures. Ready to fire both of you.” The girls begged—no severance, no references, just keep the paychecks. Sinn weighed the rage against the wet heat in the air. New plan formed fast. “Strip,” she ordered. “Or pack your shit.” Karlee crawled out, cheeks shiny. Penny slid the panties down trembling thighs. Sinn sat on the edge of the desk, legs spread, skirt hiked. “Get me off,” she said, voice low. “Fail, you’re done.” The ultimatum cut the last thread of professional bullshit. Karlee’s mouth went to Sinn’s cunt first, greedy. Penny’s fingers slipped inside alongside the tongue. Heat, slick, rhythm. Sins’ hand knotted in hair, shoving faces deeper until the work—or the excuse for it—vanished under three bodies rutting toward whatever kept them employed one more day.