Employee Intervention

Bridgette B called Katrina Colt and Lulu Chu into her place for a chat. The second the two women clocked each other the air crackled with friction. They dropped onto the couch and the truth spilled out—those two had been sniping at work, tanking productivity in the process. Bridgette tried refereeing, but the longer she watched, the more she caught quick glances and bitten lips that screamed “I want her.” Eventually the bickering hit a breaking point and she cut through it. “You two are wound tight because you’ve got it bad for each other,” she announced, voice cocky and sure. Katrina’s eyes went wide. Lulu flushed crimson, trying to laugh it off, but the denials were paper-thin. Moments later their bodies did the talking—Katrina’s hand drifting a little too close, Lulu’s gaze locked below eye level. Bridgette watched the heat climb and made her play. “Strip and fuck the tension out of each other right now,” she ordered, “or nothing changes.” They hesitated, breathless, until desire beat fear. Clothes hit the floor in a tangle of bare tits, soaked pussies, and shaky hands. Tentative kisses deepened into hungry ones, yet Bridgette grew restless watching them circle. She kicked off her skirt, pushed between them, grabbed Katrina’s hips and shoved Lulu’s face between her thighs. “Show her how it’s done,” Bridgette growled, palming Lulu’s ass while guiding Katrina’s hand to her own dripping cunt. From there she ran the show—fingers and tongues everywhere, bodies slapping, moans bouncing off the walls until both workers came hard enough to shake the couch. Bridgette grinned, satisfied, as the three collapsed in one sweaty pile.