Alone in the lift, she dismissed him from her thoughts and tried to think of the best way forward with her plans. Harold had said that the title deeds might be in Robyn’s office. Sheridan didn’t think she would be able to find them but she had to look. If she didn’t get the paperwork into his hands soon, she could see him cooling from the idea of giving her such a generous gift. She doubted he would want to pass up on the chance of all the rewards she was supposedly offering but there was too much at stake to gamble on something as flimsy as a doubt.
The elevator’s bell told her she was on the magazine’s first floor and Sheridan stepped briskly between the doors and marched down the corridor. A handful of offices were still alight with full neon glory but she put this down to sloppy morons being the last to leave. There was even a light on in Robyn’s office. Sheridan was grateful for that piece of luck. She wouldn’t have to search nervously in the dark as she tried to find paperwork pertaining to Holbert Manor.
She stepped boldly into the office and glanced curiously around. Gayle’s empty reception desk filled the first part of the room, a clutter of untidy papers covering the surface. Robyn’s desk was behind that. Sitting at it, she would have her back to the expansive city skyline that was just beginning to flicker and glow beneath the twilight sky.
Sheridan glanced at the shelved walls, wondering if one of the tatty grey box files might contain the treasure she sought. It was a place to start, she told herself with forced optimism. Once she had the paperwork she could take it to Harold, pretend that Gayle had found it for her after a casual enquiry, and then encourage him to make the appropriate amendments to the property’s ownership. Those thoughts were motivation enough and she walked behind Gayle’s desk to begin her search.
‘Sheridan?’
She whirled on hearing her name. In the doorway, holding a cup of coffee from the vending machine, Gayle stared at her with a peculiar expression.
Sheridan gave a tight grin, quickly searching her mind for viable excuses to explain her presence.
‘Thank God it’s you,’ Gayle said, her smile quick and unaffected. ‘I thought that creep Wayne was back up here pestering me for a dinner date.’
‘Oh.’ Sheridan could think of little constructive to say as she tried to find a believable reason for being in the other woman’s office. ‘I’ve just seen him downstairs. Is he waiting for you?’
Gayle ran weary fingers through her hair and made a disgusted face. ‘The man’s a bloody stalker,’ she gasped. ‘I’ve told him to get lost so many times and he just thinks I’m playing hard to get.’ She shook her head then took a slow sip from her coffee cup.
Sheridan could sense the impending question before it was delivered. It was the one she was dreading.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘Shouldn’t someone be asking you the same question?’ Sheridan replied quickly. An idea was formulating in the back of her mind but it was difficult trying to talk about one subject and think about another at the same time.
Gayle shrugged, stepped towards her table and put her coffee cup down. ‘Robyn left a load of stuff on my desk before she left and I’m still trying to plough through it. I don’t know when she’s due back but I daren’t leave it just in case.’ With a sad smile, she added, ‘Besides, it stops me having to run the gauntlet of walking home past Wayne.’
Sheridan nodded. The idea that came to her was daring and audacious but she couldn’t see how it would fail. Gayle was already showing that she reacted badly to sexual pressure. Because of that, Sheridan could see that there was one way to get the woman out of the office and leave her free to search the place for the elusive title deeds.
Taking a bold step towards Gayle, Sheridan smiled down at her.
‘I came here for a reason,’ she began softly. ‘I didn’t dare to say anything during office hours, but I’ve drunk a lot Dutch courage this evening and now I’m ready to say it.’
Gayle studied her uncertainly. There was a curious frown on her lips as she met the woman’s eyes. ‘I’m intrigued,’ she admitted. ‘Go on.’
Sheridan suppressed her predatory smile. Instead, she feigned the innocent naiveté to which Harold was so susceptible. Pretending to swallow nervously, Sheridan took a step closer and stood suggestively close to Gayle.
‘I’ve never said this to another woman before,’ she lied. ‘But you excite me, Gayle. You excite me, and I want you.’
With a sudden movement she pressed her mouth against the other woman’s and began to kiss her. She saw Gayle’s eyes open wide and quickly pushed her tongue between the woman’s lips. Gayle remained limp beneath her and Sheridan guessed she had terrified the poor creature with her overt come-on. She thrust her tongue deeper into the woman’s mouth, daring to stroke Gayle’s arm in a luridly intimate manner. At the same time she twisted her body, forcing Gayle to endure the sensuous pressure of breasts being squeezed against her as she was embraced. When Sheridan eventually took a step back, she saw that Gayle stood rigid, looking as though she had been turned to stone.
It was difficult to suppress her mirth, but Sheridan managed it before she dared to speak. She knew how to react now, apologising for her behaviour at first, then trying to qualify it by telling Gayle how irresistible she was. If she did that, Sheridan knew she would only have to reach out to give the woman a reassuring hug and that would send her fleeing from the office like a startled rabbit. Sheridan could see all of those things happening as she stared into the woman’s stunned face.
‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ Sheridan began, speaking in the weak voice that always got Harold to do exactly as she wanted. She could see a flicker in Gayle’s eyes and guessed the woman was preparing to run. ‘I just find you so –’
‘Kiss me again,’ Gayle demanded. She pressed her body against Sheridan’s and wrapped her arms around her.
For an instant, Sheridan was too shocked to respond. This wasn’t what she had intended. She should be scouring the office looking for title deeds, not kissing the dizzy secretary of Harold’s wife. But despite her internal protestations, Sheridan realised she had no other option. She had tried to be clever and that had forced her into a corner. Now she would have to think of a way out of it that would help her to attain her goal.
Gayle pressed her mouth over Sheridan’s, kissing her passionately. When their lips parted the woman panted softly.
‘I’ve been attracted to you since the day I first saw you in the office,’ Gayle whispered. She punctuated her speech with delicate kisses to Sheridan’s lips. ‘I’ve been wanting to say something too,’ she went on quickly. ‘But it’s always difficult to know if another woman feels the same. I don’t have a lot of faith in my gaydar. It’s let me down too many times in the past.’
There was a sick smile on Sheridan’s face but she didn’t think Gayle noticed.
‘I’d had enough drinks at the party the other night to want to say something,’ Gayle continued. ‘But I didn’t get the chance to be near you. When I’d finally plucked up the courage to talk to you, that creep Wayne cornered me and I didn’t get the chance to say anything.’
As she spoke, Gayle rubbed her hands over Sheridan’s T-shirt, skirt and stockings. Her eager caresses lacked subtlety but Sheridan couldn’t deny the woman made up for that with her overt enthusiasm. And, although she had only kissed Gayle to scare the woman away, Sheridan now found that a spark of arousal was beginning to flicker between her legs.
She shook that thought away, aware that it was far too tempting.
She had to get her hands on the deeds for Holbert Manor and didn’t have time to play games with Gayle, regardless of how darkly attractive that prospect might be.
‘Are we safe to do this here?’ Sheridan asked quickly.
It was a desperate hope. She was clutching at straws in a bid to extricate herself from the situation.
‘We’re safe,’ Gayle assured her. ‘But if this is your first time with another woman, perhaps I should take the lead?’
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br /> Sheridan balked at the idea, but said nothing. The idea of playing the role of the submissive was galling. But she had just told Gayle that this was the first time she had ever approached another woman. It would be impossible to go back on that remark without arousing suspicion and so it made sense to pretend she was naïve and inexperienced.
‘Whatever you say.’
There was a peculiar smile on Gayle’s lips as she curled her fingers into Sheridan’s hair. Sheridan studied the expression, certain that she recognised something about that look, but unable to work out exactly what.
‘Do you trust me to take control?’ Gayle asked.
Sheridan’s heart skipped a beat. The reaction surprised her. Coming on to Gayle had been a mistake, she could see that now. She didn’t know how she had misread the signs of Gayle’s interest or sexuality. She felt certain there hadn’t been any. Even now, embracing the woman and exchanging soft, sultry kisses, she found it hard to credit Gayle with such predilections. Logically and rationally Sheridan knew she should have been trying to get out of this situation. It would have been a simple matter to suddenly decide she’d had one too many glasses of Dutch courage before coming back to the office. But something stopped her. There was an understated allure to Gayle that Sheridan found infuriatingly exciting.
‘I’ll make it just the way you want,’ Gayle whispered. She kissed around Sheridan’s mouth, teasing her and inspiring an aching need for deeper intimacy. ‘All you have to say is that I can take control.’
‘Of course you can take control,’ Sheridan whispered. A hand caressed her breast through the fabric of her vibrant pink top. The touch was perfectly aimed and she thrilled to the subtle spark that tingled in her nipple. ‘Of course.’
‘Then get down on your knees and lick me,’ Gayle said.
There was a note of authority in her tone that Sheridan hadn’t anticipated. When she felt her head being forced down between the woman’s legs, she was touched by another thrill. In sex she had always played the dominant role and this was the first time anyone had ever forced her to submit. The temptation to rebel flitted briefly across her mind but the pleasure of being subjugated in this manner overrode it. Gayle’s fist in her hair made every follicle scream with pain. The stimulus added to the growing heat between her legs.
‘You’ll have to undress me,’ Gayle growled. She twisted Sheridan’s head back so that she could look at her.
Acting quickly, Sheridan moved her hands to Gayle’s skirt and started to lift the hem. She was stopped when the woman pulled her hair more sharply than before.
‘I said undress me.’ There was ice in Gayle’s voice. ‘I’m in control and we’re going to do this properly. I don’t just want a damned knee-trembler. I want us to become lovers.’
The sparkle that flickered in her eyes looked almost cruel and Sheridan finally realised why she had thought Gayle’s authority seemed familiar. The woman was using the same ferocious techniques that she always employed when controlling a sexual submissive.
Sheridan’s arousal heightened.
She reached behind Gayle, unfastened the button at the back of her skirt and slowly tugged the zipper down. The garment fell to the floor and pooled at her ankles.
Gayle stepped idly out of it and kicked the skirt to one corner of the office.
Sheridan took a moment to study the splendour of her legs, caressing the bare flesh with loving fingers. Gayle still held her head with a tight grip but the pain was more of an aphrodisiac than a discomfort. With her excitement building, Sheridan grasped Gayle’s panties and began to pull them down.
‘I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,’ Gayle marvelled. There was an audible smile in her voice. ‘I’ve wanted you since the day you first walked into Harold’s office.’
Sheridan smiled to herself as she lowered the panties to the floor. There had been a lot of people who had wanted her since that first day. With the exception of Wayne, and not including the half-hearted blowjob she had given to Harold, Gayle was the only one who had managed to attain her so far.
She found herself staring at the woman’s dark pubic mound. The thick swatch of hairs covering her sex was dense but neatly trimmed. Sheridan could detect the faint musky odour of the woman’s arousal and she inhaled the fragrance deeply.
‘If you want to stop, or if you think things are moving too fast, then you only have to say,’ Gayle said.
The words seemed surreal juxtaposed against the screaming pain of her pulled hair. Sheridan did take a moment to think about the offer. She had already contemplated leaving the office and acting shocked and demure but she hadn’t been able to see a way of carrying that off. Now she stayed where she was, realising she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. By way of reply, she moved her mouth towards Gayle’s sex and kissed the lips of her pussy.
Gayle drew a faltering breath. She had been standing in front of her desk and now sat heavily on the cluttered surface. A sheaf of papers shifted, then spilt to the floor but neither of them paid the paperwork any attention. Gayle rested on the desk in a position that left her sex fully exposed to Sheridan’s tongue.
Sheridan took advantage of the opportunity. She nuzzled the glistening lips with her nose and caressed Gayle’s muscular legs with a lover’s intimacy. Her tongue travelled swiftly up and down the woman’s labia, moistening the dark pubic hairs.
She could hear the woman above her groaning excitedly. Obvious pleasure built with each guttural sigh. Gayle tightened her hold on Sheridan’s hair and a fresh bolt of pain exploded in her scalp as her head was pushed hard into the woman’s eager pussy.
‘Lick me deep,’ Gayle hissed. ‘Put your tongue in there. Deep.’
Sheridan did as she was instructed. The heat of her own sex already burnt fiercely. An overwhelming desire had taken over and her mounting need for satisfaction was monumental. But more than that, and before she could even think about her own pleasure, she had to satisfy Gayle. The other woman’s enjoyment was suddenly so important to her that Sheridan had difficulty grasping all its implications. Instead of trying to analyse it, she simply slid her tongue into the velvety warmth of Gayle’s sex. With a series of quick, jerky movements, made awkward by the position of her neck, she lapped greedily.
Slippery sweet pussy juices coated her tongue.
‘Now lick my clit,’ Gayle said. The instruction came between gasps. ‘Lick my clit. Suck on it. Make me come, you little bitch.’
Sheridan swallowed the woman’s flavour then ran her tongue again over the lips of Gayle’s sex. She remembered the trick Wayne had employed on her in the lift and she wondered if that might work for Gayle. She slid her hands up the woman’s legs, caressing her inner thighs and relishing the tactile pleasure of touching her soft skin. After teasing the lips with the tips of her fingers, she pulled the hood up, exposing the pulsing nub of her clitoris.
‘That feels good,’ Gayle whispered.
‘I bet this feels better,’ Sheridan whispered back. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Gayle’s sex. The connection was so subtle that Sheridan could barely feel the contact herself. The only way she knew she had touched Gayle was because the woman gave a cry of delight. She tugged hard on Sheridan’s hair, screaming words of praise and enthusiasm as her body trembled.
Sheridan flicked her tongue against the woman for a second time. She applied a little more pressure and was able to feel the tiny pearl against her tongue.
Gayle screamed once more. Her hands twisted in Sheridan’s red and blue hair, forcing her lips to kiss the eager wetness of her hole.
‘Where have you been all my life?’ Gayle gasped, pushing Sheridan away.
‘I’m beginning to wonder that myself,’ Sheridan returned. She was pulled into the woman’s arms and made no attempt to resist. In truth, she was excited by the intimacy and familiarity of the embrace.
‘Do you think you could do that for me again?’ Gayle asked, planting soft kisses upon Sheridan’s face.
‘Happily
,’ Sheridan murmured.
With a sudden display of strength, Gayle grabbed Sheridan in her arms and pushed her briskly to the floor.
Sheridan gasped, shocked and excited by the violence.
‘Have you ever sucked a woman’s tits before?’ Gayle asked.
Sheridan had, but she didn’t dare tell Gayle that much. She shook her head. Not trusting herself to give a voice to the lie, she asked, ‘Could I suck yours?’
Gayle had shifted position, straddling her body. She was sitting with her pussy lips resting on Sheridan’s middle. The dewy wetness of her flesh slid over the small ring that pierced Sheridan’s belly button.
Sheridan saw Gayle shrug off her blouse and unfasten her bra. Her small, pert breasts were released and she thrust the dark tip of one nipple towards Sheridan’s mouth.
The nipple was hard between her lips and Sheridan felt the woman shiver as she sucked gently on the end. As before, she could feel her own excitement mounting but it was overshadowed by her need to give pleasure. The feeling was an unexplored vein and she found the whole idea tantalising. Drawing her tongue against the crinkled areola, she heard Gayle whisper words of appreciation. The pulse between her own legs beat with a determined urgency but she ignored it, preferring to listen to Gayle’s enjoyment.
‘Now this one,’ Gayle said, easing herself away.
Sheridan went from one nipple to the other, relishing the chance to taste the dry, hard flesh. She sucked, licked and gently nibbled on the bud, growing dizzy with the need of her own passion. It was difficult to tell how long she lay on the floor beneath Gayle but the time seemed to pass swiftly. She felt as though she had barely begun to enjoy the sensation of tonguing her breast, when the woman whispered in her ear.
‘Now it’s your turn.’
Sheridan was thrilled. She was saddened as the breast left her mouth but Gayle’s tender caresses helped to make up for the loss. The woman turned around, facing Sheridan’s ankles, then glanced back over her shoulder. Sheridan was treated to the sight of Gayle’s smile hovering about the glorious display of her dripping pussy.
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