Role Models: Dress For Success

Aidra's stomach is doing backflips waiting to see Dee. The woman's a damn powerhouse and Aidra gets off on having that energy over her. When Dee finally calls her in, the news hits like a gift-wrapped bonus. She's got her eye on Aidra for a new spot, ready to hand her the keys to a whole branch. Then Dee stops, tilts her head and says the clothes gotta go. The cool threads Aidra lives in just won't cut it for the buttoned-up clientele. Aidra's smile drops. Her gut tells her this is where the dream dies. Dee, though, already has a fix in mind. She hands over a sharp suit and crisp blouse like she's dealt the winning hand. The second Aidra buttons the blouse, the mirror shows a woman who could run the room. Dee circles her, full of praise, and the air gets heavy. Two power players, both starving for the next move. One step closer, lips meet, fire follows. Clothes drop fast. Dee is face-down between Aidra's thighs one minute, riding her face the next, both of them gasping like the office might come crashing down. Dee keeps thinking the same thing through every filthy moan: the kid's got what it takes to be on top.