Lawyer-Client Drillage

Lena ushered Danielle into the cramped back room she called an office, the cheap venetian blinds painting striped shadows across the floor. Danielle shut the door with a smirk and held up the signed papers like contraband. “She did it,” she said. The flick of that yellow envelope hit the desk hard. The flirtation that had always danced on the edge now dove straight into dark water. Danielle stepped close, let her fingers brush up the lawyer’s sleeve, then pulled Lena’s tie loose in one tug. Lena felt the air change—thick, almost metallic. Against better sense, she let it happen. Clothes dropped fast: jacket, skirt, blouse, nothing delicate about it. Danielle shoved Lena back onto the leather couch and climbed on, both of them twisting until they had each other’s thighs locked around warm faces. Tongues worked quick and greedy, wet sounds loud in the small room. Lena grabbed handfuls of Danielle’s ass, spread her wider; Danielle answered by grinding harder against Lena’s mouth, hips jerking in quick pulses. Sweat cooled on their backs. When Lena slid two fingers deep and crooked them, Danielle came with a bitten-off cry, thighs shaking around Lena’s ears. Moments later Danielle’s tongue finished the job—sucking Lena’s clit with fast, wicked pulls until Lena’s whole body clenched and broke apart in rolling heat. Breathless, slick, they stayed tangled, the divorce papers forgotten on the floor.