Seeing Red: Office Hazing

Sabina Rouge is grinding through her first day as intern. Lauren Phillips strolls in, red hair flashing, eyes full of something wicked. Sabina doesn’t clock it at first, until Lauren leans in and murmurs straight filth right against her ear. The redhead smirks, strolls away, leaves Sabina blinking like she got smacked. Must have misheard. Right. The comments keep coming—dirtier, louder, no room for doubt. By late afternoon Sabina’s had enough. She snaps, stands tall, tells Lauren off. Instead of getting canned she gets a slow clap. Lauren laughs and says a redhead like Sabina must get called spitfire every day; that kind of fire is exactly what she hires. Then she steps in, close enough their breath mixes, eyes locked. Sabina’s pulse spikes. Fear gone, she pushes back harder. If Lauren wants bold, Sabina’s about to deliver. She grabs fistfuls of Lauren’s blouse, kisses hard, spins the taller woman face-down over the desk. One yank and the skirt’s up. Sabina spreads Lauren’s cheeks and drives her tongue deep into wet heat. Lauren gasps, thighs twitching, gripping the edge while Sabina laps and sucks like she’s been waiting all day. Fingers slide in next, pumping, curling until Lauren’s cursing and shaking. Lauren fights back—fumbles between Sabina’s legs, finds her soaked and throbbing, rubs her in fast, mean circles. They trade ragged breaths, heat building fast. When they finally come it’s loud and messy, Sabina still buried in Lauren’s cunt while her own hips buck against skilled fingers. First day and already hooked—Sabina’s gonna love this job.