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Seeing Red: Office Hazing
Sabina's first day. She's grinding away at her desk when Lauren Phillips swings by to check on her. That look in Lauren's eye should have been a red flag, but Sabina's still riding the new-girl high. Lauren leans down and whispers straight filth into her ear. Sabina freezes. By the time she looks up, the boss is already walking off like nothing happened. Must've heard wrong. Heat's getting to her, right? Wrong. The comments keep coming, dirtier every time. Nothing subtle now. Lauren's basically narrating what she'd do to Sabina if the desks weren't so damn wide. Finally Sabina snaps. She spins around, voice sharp, ready to tell the boss exactly where she can shove it. Lauren just grins, calls her a little spitfire, says that backbone is exactly what she looks for in an intern. No reprimand. Just approval wrapped in a smirk. That approval lights a fuse. Sabina steps in, grabs Lauren by the waist, and kisses her hard. Hands slide under clothes, nails drag across skin. She shoves Lauren forward until the redhead's bent over the desk, ass up, skirt hiked. Tongue finds wet heat, laps deep, and Lauren's moans fill the empty office. They trade places, fingers, mouths, breathless curses. Neither backs down until both are shaking. Sabina wipes her mouth, catches her breath, already thinking this internship might be the best decision she ever made.
Sabina's first day. She's grinding away at her desk when Lauren Phillips swings by to check on her. That look in Lauren's eye should have been a red flag, but Sabina's still riding the new-girl high. Lauren leans down and whispers straight filth into her ear. Sabina freezes. By the time she looks up, the boss is already walking off like nothing happened. Must've heard wrong. Heat's getting to her, right? Wrong. The comments keep coming, dirtier every time. Nothing subtle now. Lauren's basically narrating what she'd do to Sabina if the desks weren't so damn wide. Finally Sabina snaps. She spins around, voice sharp, ready to tell the boss exactly where she can shove it. Lauren just grins, calls her a little spitfire, says that backbone is exactly what she looks for in an intern. No reprimand. Just approval wrapped in a smirk. That approval lights a fuse. Sabina steps in, grabs Lauren by the waist, and kisses her hard. Hands slide under clothes, nails drag across skin. She shoves Lauren forward until the redhead's bent over the desk, ass up, skirt hiked. Tongue finds wet heat, laps deep, and Lauren's moans fill the empty office. They trade places, fingers, mouths, breathless curses. Neither backs down until both are shaking. Sabina wipes her mouth, catches her breath, already thinking this internship might be the best decision she ever made.