Oiling Up The Secretary

Isabelle Deltore and Alex De La Flor are at their desks, paper everywhere. The phone rings. Alex answers and starts repeating the message loud enough for Isabelle to hear - some prick says the new gel's too dry. Isabelle's face turns crimson. She snatches the receiver, rips into the caller, swearing her formula went through full R&D and she's been riding quality control harder than anyone. Click. Line dead. Then she whips around at Alex and asks if she really chased every approval. Alex mumbles she left messages with the lab twice a day, but they never called back, so she signed off anyway just to beat the deadline. Isabelle curses under her breath, shoves everything off Alex's desk onto the floor, and announces they're testing this shit right now. Alex peels off her clothes and lies on the cleared wood. Isabelle slicks her palms and works the gel into Alex's skin. Once she's satisfied, Isabelle strips down herself - fuck getting oil on her clothes. She leads Alex to the inflatable mattress in the side room, drops onto it, and orders Alex to massage every inch. When Alex hesitates around her boss's ass, Isabelle snaps that if the gel works, it works everywhere; no exceptions. Alex keeps rubbing. The oily glide warms everything up - skin, gel, and the thick tension between them. Isabelle flips the script, sliding her slick body over Alex's, testing her product in the most explicit way possible. She throws in fingering, slides their cunts together, uses every trick to push the lube to its limit, and she doesn't stop until her product's proven and her pride is sitting pretty on a heap of satisfied moans.