Employee Intervention

Bridgette B called Katrina Colt and Lulu Chu to her place after work. When they walked through the door the tension snapped tight between them like a live wire. They sat down with drinks, the room thick with everything they weren't saying. Bridgette cut straight to it: their bickering was killing deadlines. Katrina and Lulu started sniping, but every accusation landed too close to confession, the air getting hotter with each exchanged glare. Bridgette watched the rhythm of it, the almosts, the can't-looks. She stopped them cold. "You want each other." They flinched, denied it, looked away. Didn't matter. Bridgette pressed harder until denial cracked and the want spilled out. The room felt smaller. Every accidental brush of skin lingered too long. Bridgette decided the fix was obvious. "Fuck and get it done." They froze. Then nodded, shaky, waiting for her cue. Moves started shy. Hands paused on buttons, breath caught mid-kiss. Bridgette lost patience. She stepped in, grabbed control, stripped the hesitation right out of them until three bodies moved without apology.