Employee Intervention

Bridgette called them both over. Katrina and Lulu froze when they saw each other. Tension snapped tight between them like a live wire. They sat. Bridgette started the meeting. She cut straight to it: the two of them couldn’t work together, productivity was dead, and it needed fixing. The girls started snapping at each other right away—little jabs, cold stares—yet the heat behind every glance gave them away. Their eyes kept drifting to each other’s mouths, lingering on skin. Bridgette watched. She caught every flicker of lust. Suddenly she said it out loud: “You’re crushing on each other, aren’t you?” Katrina and Lulu went stiff. They tried to laugh it off, then stuttered excuses, but the truth cracked through. Once it was out, their bodies betrayed them—flushed cheeks, quickened breath, fingers brushing by accident and not moving away. Bridgette leaned in. “Get it out of your system. Fuck each other. That’s the only way this ends.” They stared, stunned, then flushed deeper, eyes darting to the other’s body. They started slow—awkward kisses, hesitant hands—while Bridgette watched, arms crossed, jaw tight. When their pace dragged, she stepped in, voice low and sharp. She stripped down, blonde hair falling over her chest, natural tits bare, and pushed between them. She took control, shoving their mouths where she wanted, guiding every stroke and grind until all three were tangled, sweat-slick and raw, the air thick with need and release.