From rebecca012@aol.com Mon May 12 22:27:17 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Working Girls" (complete story)
From: rebecca012@aol.com (Rebecca012)
Date: 13 May 1997 02:27:17 GMT
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Okay, people, here it is:  the first (unedited) draft of the Working Girls
vignette by popular demand.  Thanks to all of you who wrote encouraging
notes for me to hurry up and get my ass in gear to finish it.  As always,
comments are welcome, and this is my first same-sex story so feedback is
especially appreciated.   Comments may be forwarded to Rebecca012@aol.com.

Remember, the following story contains graphic, sexually-explicit content
featuring consenting adults.  If you are under the age of 18, or a purist
who gets offended easily, please go away and go visit a Teen Chat room or
something like that.  The characters in this piece of fiction are property
of the author, so please do not use (or repost this document) without
expressed permission, yadda, yadda, yadda...



Working Girls
by Hannah Miller


	Sondra unbuttoned the top two buttons on her silk shirt and
sighed.  Another late night slaving away on an ad campaign.  Coming up
with artistic concepts for dumb products, that she herself would probably
never buy, wasn't the easiest job in the world.  'But the money's great,'
she couldn't help thinking as she looked at the face of her Gucci watch. 
"Well, its 8:30 PM," Sondra said aloud, "I better get my ass in gear."
	The halls of the usually rambunctious offices were empty and
silent.  Even the nocturnal janitors had come and gone for the evening. 
Sondra turned on some soft jazz music from the transistor propped up on
her drafting table and rolled up her sleeves.  The ideas just weren't
coming to her.  She crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs several times
and wondered why she was so restless.  It was a warm August night, but one
would never know it inside the windowless, heavily air-conditioned office
suites.  Sondra shifted in her chair, feeling stifled, lonely, restless.  
	'I need to shake myself out of this funk.' Sondra thought, staring
down at her blank sheet of newsprint.  She let her mind wander to the
romance novel she had left unfinished on her nightstand the previous
evening.  The heroine of the story was on the verge of fucking a handsome
stranger in an airplane bathroom when Sondra drifted off to sleep.  She
wondered how the scene continued from there.  'I hope she gets it good.'
Sondra smiled to herself. 'In fact, I could use a roll in the hay
myself...'
	Approaching footsteps interrupted Sondra's thoughts.  The fast,
determined footsteps of someone who knows actually where she is going. 
Sondra began to doodle furiously on her notepad, not wanting to be caught
in a daydream mode.
	"Hey there, busy girl," a high, professional voice piped. "Are you
trying to climb the corporate ladder with hours like these?"
	Sondra's face stretched into a slow smile.  The voice belonged to
Lynette, a fashionable account executive she had always admired from afar.
 Lynette was tall and thin, olive complected with an abundance of black
silky hair which she wore in a neat ponytail.  She stood poised in the
doorway with a diet soda in one hand, file folder in the other.  Sondra
couldn't help but admire the toned legs which the visitor's short, tight
skirt displayed proudly.
	"I'm just finishing up some work on the tanning lotion campaign."
Sondra said matter-of-factly, trying to impress her coworker with her
professionalism.  She wondered why the air-conditioned office seemed
suddenly so stuffy.  She tried to avert her eyes from Lynette's tightly,
but immaculately, clad figure.  'Why is a woman causing such a physical
reaction in me?' Sondra asked herself.  Conservative by nature, Sondra had
never let herself think of other women in anything but a friendly manner,
but Lynette was definitely attractive.  A few beads of sweat formed
between her breasts.
	"Yeah, I was trying to work too." Lynette said, taking a seat
opposite Sondra's drafting table.  "But for some reason I just can't seem
to concentrate.  Maybe its the full moon," she added wickedly, smiling in
a way that made Sondra flush.  The artist brushed a few loose strands of
golden hair out of her eyes and focused on her guest.
	"I'm having the same problem." Sondra admitted with a slight sigh.
 "I just feel so...so restless."  
	"Maybe you need some distraction." Lynette murmured, looking her
right in the eyes.  Sondra was stunned, wondering if the sexy executive
was, in fact, flirting with her.  What surprised Sondra even more was the
fact that she was enjoying it.  She felt a strange sensation between her
thighs--an eager tingling which slowly spread up to her snatch.  Sondra
licked her lips and returned Lynette's piercing gaze, trying to decipher
the sleek lady's intentions. 
	"I think you're right, Lynette." Sondra said earnestly, feeling
more confident that her guest wanted more than a professional chat.  "I
could definitely use something that would inspire me."  The two women's
eyes locked.  An unspoken question was answered in a few brief moments of
gazing at one another.  Something carnal, something animal, was happening
that both women were experiencing.  An electric current flowed between
them in Sondra's efficient little office, an energy source that neither
could control, but of which both were painfully aware.
	Sondra leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the cool
wood of the drafting table.  She was feeling lightheaded, as if in a
dream.  'What is happening to me?' she thought with delirious amusement,
'I think I'm bewitched.'  With eyes half closed, Sondra stared at the
other woman as she placed the soda can and folder carefully on the floor. 
Lynette approached Sondra and stared down at her from her stance, not
unlike a queen summoning her subjects.  She was so close that Sandra could
feel her warm breath on her face, heating her own skin like a hairdryer. 
Sondra wanted to touch her.  Really touch her.  She thought about reaching
out and resting her palm on Lynette's breast, but opted to silently admire
the slope of her chest and the curve of her tiny waist.  
	"I've always really liked you, Sondra." Lynette whispered,
reaching her hand to the back of her head to remove the clip fastening her
ponytail.  She let the long, silky mane cascade down her back in waves,
symbolizing the unrestrained currents which her eyes promised would
follow.  Lynette's presence was intoxicating.  Sondra felt a drop of
moisture drip onto the fabric of her panties.  Never had she felt so ripe
for someone's touch.  
	"I...I've always really liked you, too." Sondra replied dreamily. 
'Is this really happening?' she couldn't help musing.  She felt her heart
thump rapidly behind her rib cage, like a prisoner pounding for release
from the confined cell.  She was feeling like a timid schoolgirl, but she
really did want to explore this situation thoroughly.  She begged herself
to make a move, to let the bewitching executive know she was hot and
ready.  Shy by nature, Sondra was hard-pressed to summon up any memories
choreographing past seductions.  
	Luckily, the need for improvisation wasn't required on Sondra's
part.
	Lynette reached for her slowly.  Her well-manicured fingernails
glided on the skin of Sondra's shoulder through the delicate silk. 
Goosebumps quickly formed in the trail of her touch.  Sondra licked her
lips and closed her eyes, relishing the sweet softness that only a woman's
fingers could offer.  She concentrated on the gentle glide of Lynette's
left hand as it trailed up to her neck and slowly down her chest.  When
she felt the eager fingers caress the delicate lace of her bra at the top
of her breasts, she was unable to restrain her desire.  
	She had to touch Lynette.
	Gazing through slightly-parted eyelids, Sondra placed both hands
on Lynette's shoulders, wanting to explore the safer areas of her body. 
Sure, she had touched other women before.  Sondra and her girlfriends and
sisters always hugged heartily in greeting and often kissed eachother on
the cheeks, but this was different.  She massaged the firm flesh of
Lynette's shoulders with her thumbs, acquainting herself with a woman's
body in a sexual manner.  Why had she never noticed how soft---yet so
strong---a woman's skin is?  How could she have looked at attractive women
everyday of her life and not seen them as she was now seeing Lynette?  The
thought that she and her about-to-be lover were experiencing identical
explorations made her knees weak.  'She is seeing me the same way I am
seeing her.' Sondra mused to herself, 'so unlike sex with a guy.'
	Sondra moved her hands southward, palming the full weight of her
partner's breasts.  Lynette's quick intake of breath at the possessive
action made her so hot she thought her clitoris would burst with the
sudden rush of blood.  She prodded and squeezed Lynette's fleshy globes,
as if touching breasts for the first time in her life.  Lynette mirrored
her actions and their eyes locked.
	Without breaking the electric current which flowed between the two
sets of eager eyes, Lynette began to unbutton the blonde artist's shirt. 
When Sondra was left leaning against the table, clad only in her white
lacy bra, Lynette leaned back to study her.  Sondra's flesh felt cold and
lonely where Lynette's knowing hands were caressing her moments before,
and she longed for more contact.  She reached out and grabbed the
brunette's satin lapels and pulled her onto her slight frame.  Lynette
gasped at the action, but followed with a wicked smile.  She arched her
neck to kiss the soft swells of Sondra's breast, grazing her tongue along
the delicate fabric which encased her.  With Lynette's concentration
solely on her lover's chest, Sondra was able to reach down and run her
fingers along the firm softness of her neck.
	The two women simply caressed eachother for a long while, taking
the time to acquaint themselves with the other's touch.  Lynette paused
from her exploration of Sondra's chest long enough to reach back and
unclasp the blonde's bra, letting the heavy weight of her breasts fall
free.  Sondra's skin tingled where her lover's fingers glided across her
skin, and when she felt the wet heat of Lynette's mouth on her nipple, she
moaned softly.  She felt the pink nodule peak into a rigid spike as
Lynette's tongue flicked the sensitive flesh back and forth.  Sondra
tangled the fingers of her left hand further into the brunette's heavenly
tresses as her right focused on the removal of her tight blazer.  When she
finally unfastened the top button, it was as if she could not remove the
rest fast enough.  She wanted to see the bronzed beauty of the sexy
executive's body.
	When Lynette's top finally slid off her form and onto the floor,
Sondra opened her eyes to drink in the sight of her friend's black satin
bra.  She was as dark and sleek as Sondra was fair and soft.  She reached
down to Lynette's left breast and pulled the nipple out through the top of
the bra.  Her olive skin was flawless.  Sondra longed to suckle the ripe
peak, but Lynette's body language was making it clear that the pale artist
was not the one orchestrating the lovemaking.  When she felt Sondra's head
aim towards her own chest, Lynette moved herself away, teasing her lover
mercilessly.
	"Don't move." Lynette commanded sternly, but with tenderness in
her voice.  "I want to please you first."
	Sondra surrendered to Lynette, as if finally receiving permission
to just lay back and enjoy the ride.  She felt the cheeks of her ass
clench tightly as Lynette's hot breath brushed her knees and her thighs. 
Without awareness of her own moves, Sondra gently guided Lynette's head
slowly between her legs.  She felt her pussy lather up as Lynette's breath
came closer and closer to her core, maddeningly slow.  Lynette's
commanding hands clasped the hem of Sondra's silk skirt and began to inch
it slowly northward.  The subservient Sondra arched her back and raised
her hips slightly off the edge of the drafting table to facilitate the
undressing.  She smiled at Lynette's sudden intake of breath when she saw
the blonde's white lacy garter belt holding up her tan hose.  She always
made sure she wore the sexiest undergarments she could find.  It made her
feel beautiful and sensuous.  Sondra was especially pleased that her lover
was appreciating the delicate lace as well.
	"You are so beautiful." Lynette murmured as she leaned in to
sprinkle wispy butterfly kisses on Sondra's inner thighs.  Sondra lay back
against the cold table and leaned into the pleasure that was slowly
overtaking her.  She arched her pelvis towards Lynette's face, eager to
feel the other woman's tongue in her most intimate folds.  But Lynette
wanted to prolong her seduction.  She nuzzled Sondra's buttocks and thighs
with her nose, alternately licking the soft skin from her knees to her
ass.  After what seemed like hours, she ran her index finger under the
elastic band of Sondra's G-string, and proceeded to pull the flimsy
material down the length of her legs.
	"Oh, God....." Sondra moaned when she felt the first contact of
Lynette's tongue against her snatch.  The soft fierceness of her mouth
suckling her lips and her clit was almost more than Sondra could take. 
She could not remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity.  At
first Sondra thought she would climax just seconds after Lynette's first
slow and thorough lick, but then she relaxed a bit, realizing she was just
experiencing the tip of the iceberg.  Her hips seemed to melt into the
table as she wound her fingers through Lynette's hair once more, easing
the busy mouth further into her cunt, as if to swallow the woman whole.  A
weak tingling wave swirled around her pelvis like a hurricane, gathering
strength before reaching out throughout the rest of her, from the top of
her head to the tips of her toes.  She struggled to relax her thighs and
not tighten them around Lynette's head, suffocating her as she worked.
	Lynette ate her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold
of Sondra's pink, tight pussy.  The strokes of her tongue varied, some
long and intense--like painting a fence, some short and precise.  It was
as if Lynette could read her lover's mind, knowing exactly what she liked
the most, knowing when to go faster, knowing when to slow down.  Sondra's
hips began to beat with her own internal rhythm, pumping up and down,
taking Lynette's occupied tongue with her.
	After Lynette's tongue memorized every square centimeter of
Sondra's silken folds, she focused her attention on the tight bud of her
clitoris.  She sucked it like a straw, drawing her head away from Sondra's
center, stretching her clit with her.  The tiny bud seemed to expand in
Lynette's mouth, filling it with her swollen heat.  Lynette's face was
buried inside Sondra's core as she gave birth to the first slight tremors
of her orgasm.  Her back arched and lifted her hips inches off the table
as she began to slowly, slowly go over the edge.  
	"Oh God," Sondra gasped, writhing back and forth around Lynette's
busy mouth, "Oh Jesus!"  Sondra's inside's expanded and burst into flames
as the intense tidalwave of blood gushed into her cunt, making her see
stars.  Her soul seemed to leave her body as she shook with the violent
climax, conquering her body like a fearless warrior.  
	Sondra wasn't sure how long her orgasm possessed her body, mind,
and soul.  She felt like she had traveled to the moon and back in a few
spastic moments.  Her muscles were conditioned with her orgasm, but not
ready to relax.  'No,' Sondra mused, 'I don't want this to be over yet.'
	As Lynette sat back, licking her lovers juices off of her pouting
lips, Sondra slid off the table and faced the woman who had just given her
a taste of heaven.  She guided Lynette's streamlined form into a reclining
pose on the office floor, dying to taste her.  She wasted no time raising
the woman's tight skirt above her hips, making her cunt more accessible to
the starving artist.  After a hasty removal of the brunette's stockings,
Sondra placed her hands gently on the insides of her thighs.  The women's
eyes locked once more as Sondra slowly, seductively spread Lynette's legs
apart.  Their connection was like lightening, strong and direct, each
wanting to fully drink in the other's essence.
	Sondra was like a child in a candy shop.  She was trembling with
anticipation as she kissed the inside of Lynette's thighs, wanting only to
feel the heat of the woman's body on her lips.  Lynette lay perfectly
still during Sondra's seduction of her skin, gasping slightly when the
first caresses of the blonde's breath blew through her silken mound like a
soft wind.  Sondra wanted to prolong the kisses as long as possible, but
she was so anxious to taste Lynette's juices she lingered only moments.  
	Holding the fabric of Lynette's black panties to the side, Sondra
dove into her lover's center.  The smells, the taste, the warmth were
intoxicating to Sondra.  She wanted to bury herself inside the enticing
folds, becoming one with the glorious executive.  The sweet nectars of
Lynette's cunt dripped onto Sondra's lips like an overripe apricot.  She
savored the tangy lotion of her lover and she licked her pussy
passionately.  Sondra's tongue became an autonomous entity, seeming to
disconnect itself from her body as it thrust itself inside and out of the
moist caverns.
	Lynette rolled her head from side to side, moaning, as she allowed
the movement of her hips to match the rhythmic dance of Sondra's tongue. 
She peered down at the curvaceous blonde between her legs.  She looked
like a flaxen angel with her eyes closed, drinking in the spicy moisture
of her lover's essence.
	"Oh, Sondra...Sondra." Lynette cried, grabbing her friends ears. 
Lynette knew she was on the brink of her climax as she felt the rough
nylon of the industrial rug dig into the soft flesh of her ass.  She felt
connected to the beautiful blonde who was pleasuring her.  Connected in a
way she couldn't even begin to analyze.  Their souls were one, each
melting into the other in the creation of perfect passion.
	And then she lost it.
	Lynette's orgasm, though equally as pleasurable, was more violent
than Sondra's.  It shook her body like a tornado pulling a barn door from
its hinges.  Her spinal cord seemed to gel and her knees trembled as
Sondra's sucking sent her into a blind fury of intense physical joy. 
Lynette felt a few drops of sweat drip slowly down her forehead as she
cried out in the office, letting the waves roll through her body, first
one, then another.  By the time the storm in her subsided, she lay
deliriously dreamy with Sondra resting on top of her.
	Time stood still at that moment.  The two women lay entwined in
the tiny office, aware of only eachother, and the persistent thumping of
their hearts.  Sondra wasn't sure how long they lay together, it wasn't
clear to her if she fell asleep or simply lost time, but when she regained
her composure, she realized that Lynette was no where to be seen.  
	'Was this a dream?' Sondra wondered.  Looking down at her silk
skirt gathered around her waist, she put that thought away.  Sondra slowly
got to her knees and lifted herself into a standing pose, grabbing the
drafting table to support her still wobbly frame.  The radio hummed a
beautifully sad jazz tune which made Sondra momentarily long for the woman
who was inside her a little while earlier.  But contentment won her over.
	She knew she wouldn't be able to work after the tryst.  Sondra was
far too tranquil.  She wanted only to go home and run herself a soothing
bubble bath and ponder the events of the evening.  Sondra gathered her
things and switched off the office light, a peaceful smile adorning her
fair features.  The air conditioning sent a chill down her spine as she
strolled the lifeless hallways of the office suites.  When Sondra was near
the exit, she noticed Lynette's office light spilling into the dark hall. 
She stood just outside the woman's door, out of sight, listening to the
furious rustle of papers and her sultry voice speaking into the phone.
	"No, Frank, I said Thursday--not Friday, so you better get them to
me pronto!" Lynette commanded to the no-doubt intimidated caller.  Sondra
grinned and tiptoed away from the executive's office.  As entered the
elevator and pressed the button for the garage floor, Sondra mused upon
the amazing events of the evening.  Would she ever be the same?  Would she
ever be able to think of Lynette as anything other than a lover?  Would
she ever get to experience Lynette's fiery passion again?  Sondra smiled
to herself as she unlocked her car door, knowing that she worked late very
often. 
	 Knowing Lynette did too.