Inappropriate Behavior - Scene 3

Charlotte stalked into the corner office, heels snapping on marble like gunshots. She dropped the resignation letter on Kendra's desk. Kendra looked up from her tablet, saw the paper, understood. The older brunette smiled slow and dangerous. Charlotte expected denials, threats, maybe a counteroffer—standard office warfare. Instead Kendra stood, shrugged out of her blazer, and stepped in close enough for perfume and expensive scotch. Charlotte moved first. She grabbed two fistfuls of silk blouse, yanked Kendra flush, and crushed her mouth against the boss's surprised lips. Tongue. Teeth. Breath gone. Kendra moaned into the kiss, hips already rocking forward, breasts heavy and warm against Charlotte's chest. Charlotte slid both hands down, filled them with the curve of Kendra's ass, squeezed hard enough to leave finger-marks. Kendra's skirt hit the floor first, then her thong. Charlotte pushed her onto the leather couch, dropped between open thighs. She licked once, slow, from cunt to clit, tasting salt and want. Kendra's fingers dug into her hair. Charlotte kept going—wet, open, relentless—until Kendra's thighs started shaking. Then she flipped, offering her own ass up, and Kendra's tongue went straight to the tight star between her cheeks, licking, pressing, finally pushing inside. Charlotte's moan vibrated against Kendra's pussy. They stayed locked like that, each eating the other, spit-slick and greedy. Fingers followed tongues. Two, then three. Charlotte worked Kendra's asshole open while her mouth stayed busy on her clit. Kendra returned the favor, tongue flicking, then sinking past the ring, fucking her assistant with short, dirty strokes. They came together first—loud, shaking, muscles clenching—then again, harder, Charlotte grinding down on Kendra's face while two fingers curled deep inside her boss. Sweat cooled on skin. The couch leather squeaked. When they finally sagged into each other, everything tasted like sex and salt and the faint trace of Kendra's lipstick.