Caught By Their Coworker

They’ve been dodging looks for weeks, fucking in supply closets and in each other’s cars, never dreaming they’d push it in the breakroom. The second the door shuts behind the pack heading back to their desks, Lilly shoves Zariah’s slacks to her ankles and squats to lick her. Zariah grips the edge of the counter and bites back a moan, hips rolling hard into Lilly’s face. Neither hears the knob turn. Vanessa walks in, phone in hand, eyes wide. She shuts the door behind her, slow, deliberate. “HR keeps a nice little dossier on office fucking,” she says, voice cool. “Two girls grinding on company laminate is gonna earn you both a long sit-down with the boss.” Zariah and Lilly freeze. Lilly’s lips still shine. “Unless,” Vanessa adds, tongue tracing her teeth, “I get a taste too.” Relief hits like a shot. They trade quick nods. Vanessa’s smile cuts sharp. She drops her jacket, yanks Lilly up by the wrist, bends her over the counter beside Zariah. Two asses offered. Vanessa climbs onto the laminate, kneels behind Lilly, spreads her open, and Zariah drops to taste both of them—tongue flicking from Lilly’s soaked slit to Vanessa’s already-slick clit in long, greedy strokes. The counter creaks; fingers curl around edge and hair alike. The risk hums louder than any moan they choke down.