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"I know you, don't I?"
Holly stares as the two women kissing in the alley turn at the sound of her voice. The leggy blonde with her back up against the wall and leather skirt pushed up over her hips doesn't say a word, but the brunette with her tongue in the blonde's mouth blushes fourteen shades of embarrassed.
"Holly...what...what are you doing here?"
"Well, Mary," she smirks, pointing at the club behind them, "I came here to dance. Guess I don't have to ask what you're doing here, do I? Wait until John over in Marketing gets a load of this one. I'm sure he'll send a special office memo around just for you."
Mary is frozen in place. Her blue eyes are screaming panic. The panic makes Holly all the more wet.
"No, please..."
The blonde steps between them, yanking her skirt back down with a pout. "Would somebody tell me what's going on?"
"Holly is my..."
"The word Mary is searching for is secretary. Basically, my job is to make coffee for her every morning, and her job is to scream at me because I never put in the right amount of cream and sugar. Isn't that right, Mary?"
"Why are you doing this, Holly?"
"I just think it's interesting that you've been managing the Accounting Department for ten years and flirting with every male client that walks through the door, and yet here you are, all the way on the other side of the city, hiding in an alley and feeling up some sorority pledge half your age. What are you afraid of?"
The blonde shakes her head and starts walking away, back towards the street. "You know what? I don't need to be in the middle of this crap. I'm outta here."
Mary watches her go, then whirls around and gets right in Holly's face. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life. On Monday I'll--"
"On Monday you'll what? Fire me? You can't fire me now, Mary. Not if you want me to keep your little secret."
"You're a bitch, Holly."
"As a matter of fact, I am. And a younger bitch, too. Just the way you like them." She leans over and slowly licks Mary's neck from shoulder to earlobe. "Now get inside."
"Inside where?"
"The club."
"Why?"
"Because you do what I say. Inside, Mary. Now."
The place is wall-to-wall writhing, sweaty bodies. From above, it looks like an orgy set to music. Holly leads Mary up to one of the fancy bathrooms reserved for the girls who are paid to work in cages and make dancing look like sex. The perfect classroom. No rules except the ones you choose to teach.
Holly corners Mary in front of the mirror, against the marble sink, and puts her mouth next to Mary's ear. "Take off your dress."
"Here? I can't."
"Would you like me to talk about your little blonde girlfriend at this week's company meeting? I'd be happy to bring her up over the doughnuts."
"No."
"Then don't question me. Take it off."
The red sequined slip falls to the floor and Mary's black lace bra, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings push against her curves. Holly wonders if she wears these things at work, underneath all the sensible gray pinstriped suits. Holly wonders if she screams when she has an orgasm.
"I want you to touch yourself. Make yourself come."
Mary is trembling. "What if someone walks in?"
"That's the point, Mary. Someone might walk in thirty seconds from now. Someone might not walk in for an hour. You don't know. But if you don't want to get caught, then you'll have to do what I tell you and make yourself come fast. You have no other choice. And believe me; I'll know if you fake it. Women are only good at faking it in their dreams. If you fake it, everyone at work will find out what you really like in bed...or should I say who you really like in bed."
Mary slides her fingers between her legs and starts moving them up and down against her clit. Even after only the first few strokes, Holly can see Mary's fingers are dripping wet. She leans over and unhooks Mary's bra. Her nipples are hard and dark. Her breasts and cheeks are flushed.
"I think this excites you, Mary. Tell me why."
"Because I'm not in charge..."
"No, you're not. Do it harder."
Mary pushes against her own body and moves her fingers faster. Each breath catches and becomes a moan. Each moan gets longer and louder.
Suddenly, there are female voices right outside the bathroom door. Panic fills Mary's eyes again, just like in the alley. She grips the edge of the sink. She is so close.
"Help me, Holly. You have to help me come before they see..."
"Keep going, Mary. Don't stop. I didn't tell you that you could stop."
The two girls in the hall call a third girl over to join them. More talking, then a round of laughter. They sound inches away. Mary stares at the door and bites her lip.
"Please, Holly. I'm begging you. Please..."
Holly slips out of her miniskirt and corset. She is wearing nothing underneath. "I might help you only when you help me. That is the rule today. Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
Holly presses her breasts right against Mary's. "So follow the rule."
The voices outside the door get louder as Mary moves one of her hands from between her own thighs to between Holly's. Holly is already aroused, and Mary's fingers slide deep inside her easily. Holly shivers at the penetration, at each thrust in and out, and uses her own thumb to make circles on her clit, pressing harder with every wave of her own pleasure. She can feel Mary's nipples rubbing across her own. She can feel Mary's sweat on her skin. Their bodies move up and down in perfect rhythm like the people dancing below. Finally Mary starts to pant and Holly sucks on her lower lip, kissing her as Holly comes.
At that moment, one of the girls in the hall bumps against the bathroom door with her shoulder. It opens slightly, pauses for a second, and then closes again. But no one has seen, no one has noticed. Mary is still a secret. The voices drift away, back down the corridor, with Holly enjoying the afterglow but as for Mary there is only the constant muffled beat of the music, the smell of sex and the need to let her finish.
Holly splashes water on her face and slips back into her clothes. As she reaches for the door to leave, Mary puts a hand on her arm.
"What now?"
Holly flashes a mischievous grin. "Nothing more now, Mary. But on Monday morning when you bring me my coffee, I take it black."