Girlcore | S2 E2 | WORKING FOR THE WEEKEND

Two women in expensive blouses sat locked in a glass boardroom while men in mismatched suits tried to talk them into oblivion.Their sentences kept getting stepped on until Dolly stood up. "We should cut across the board," she said, and every neck turned toward her. Donna let the compliment hang for half a second before rising too. "Cut quality last," she snapped back, and the faces swiveled again.The air grew tight. Men who loved their own voices suddenly forgot how to use them. Papers stopped rustling. Chairs quit creaking. Then, like birds caught in sudden rain, they filed out, mumbling excuses no one believed.When the door clicked shut, Donna burst into a low laugh and reached for Dolly. No speeches left, just the sound of expensive fabric dragged across itself as mouths met. Hands moved quick over stiff collars, beneath waistbands, finding skin hot from the argument they had staged for the idiots watching.They hit the edge of the table without knocking anything off, too practiced to waste time or table space. Donna slid her palm down Dolly's spine, fingers counting each ridge. She wanted to taste the thin sweat that beaded there after standing up to those assholes, after winning the room for real. She pushed Dolly's skirt higher until fabric gathered at the waist, baring skin that already trembled under her thumb. A slick kiss, teeth tugging the corner of the mouth, both women breathing through it like they'd been starving since the meeting started.Dolly opened her knees on the polished wood, one heel hooked on the leather chair. Donna's tongue followed the line of her throat, then lower, until the blouse parted beneath impatient hands. Every touch roughened. The door was unlocked and the blinds wide; they didn't care. They traded soft curses, low enough to stay theirs, sharp enough to leave marks. They finished quick and came quieter, holding each other with teeth bared like they'd been holding back the whole meeting.