Getting Her Client Off

Lindsey Cruz has a problem. Show her a hot woman and she's instantly soaking wet, fingers creeping into her panties without asking permission. Last time that itch struck her in a public restaurant, she got busted with her hand between her legs and now she's cooling her jets in an interrogation room waiting on her lawyer. When Abigail Mac strolls in, Lindsey's trouble doubles. Not only is Abigail going to grill her on every sordid detail, the woman is pure fire in a pencil skirt. Lindsey squirms in her chair, touching herself under the table while Abigail jots notes like this is just another case. But every filthy detail Lindsey blurts out thickens the air between them. Eventually Abigail slides the legal pad aside, leans in, and dares Lindsey to show her exactly how those fingers moved. The invitation is all the spark they need. Abigail plants a slow, scorching kiss, then they're clawing clothes off, mouths busy, bodies stretched across the interrogation table tasting each other like they've been starving for it. Lindsey keeps earning credit every time her tongue makes Abigail moan, desperate to prove she's a good girl after all.