The next day Laura was exhausted, but still glowing in the golden after-haze of her night with Trina. She felt physically satiated and incredibly happy. She had allayed Trina's jealousies, and together they had reached a new pinnacle of physical ecstacy, due mainly to the absence of Shawna.

Even though it took three cups of coffee to keep her awake, she fell to dreaming about Trina constantly. But at mid-morning the phone at her desk rang. It was Yvette, whispering hurriedly.

"Rhonda's office. Eleven thirty. I've got the key."

"I know you do," Laura said drily, aloud.

"Don't be a bitch," Yvette whispered. "I'm as horny as a toad."

"Thank god you're better looking," Laura teased.

"See you there?" Yvette's whisper was plaintive.

"Of course. I'm already wet, just thinking about it."

"Me too."

They hung up. Laura wasn't lying, either. Even after last night, it only took the sound of Yvette's voice, even her whisper, to make Laura's pussy begin to pulsate and flow.

She waited until eleven thirty-five, not wanting anyone to observe both of them going into Rhonda's office and then not coming out again. She felt like a spy, looking around, her heart beating frantically, hoping nobody saw her. She rapped softly on the door with two knuckles.

Yvette opened it, and Laura swooped inside. Yvette closed the door and locked it. The office was dark.

"My heart is beating so fast," Laura confessed.

"Mine too," Yvette smiled.

"But mostly because I'm scared."

"Me too. Isn't it exciting?"

"We've been caught before."

"We won't be this time. I locked the door. Kiss me, Laura. We haven't kissed for weeks."

They nearly devoured one another, standing by Rhonda's huge desk. Laura thought Yvette was going to swallow her tongue, she was so aggressive.

"I want to feel your tongue inside my pussy," Yvette panted against Laura's cheek. "Sometimes I dream of it. Arthur is huffing and puffing, and jamming his huge dick up into me, and I'm lying there thinking of Laura's tongue in my pussy. How do you like that?"

"I hate being here, in Rhonda's office," Laura said. "I want to be in bed with you. Naked. I want to do everything to you."

Yvette unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the tails out of her belt, removing the blouse completely. She wore a sexy black bra. Laura unfastened it between the cups, pulling them away from Yvette's small, perfect breasts.

She filled her hands with them, squeezing, pinching Yvette's big gleaming black nipples. "God, honey, you have the most delicious boobs," she murmured.

"Arthur doesn't even like them. Did I ever tell you that? He just sort of licks them quickly, then goes on. Jams that big thing in me, comes in a few seconds. What fun. But you and Rhonda seem to love them."

"Shut up about Rhonda."

"Sorry."

Laura dropped her mouth to the exquisite balls of flesh. She was hungry for Yvette and sucked her nipples hard. Yvette yelped softly.

"Yiieee! Ouch!"

"Shhhh! Sorry!"

"God, my cunt is so wet that my panties are dripping," Yvette panted.

"Let me lick it."

"This fucking office has no couch. We should've used Bob's."

"Lie back on her desk, like before."

They hurriedly cleared away Rhonda's papers, and Yvette lay back on top of the desk, while Laura pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. They were wet. Yvette's body was so beautiful in the half-light, her breasts gleaming, her thighs yawning open, that Laura felt an overpowering rush of lust and wanted to fuck her ravenously.

Yvette's beautiful long sinuous pussy, oozing warm juices and puckering just enough to reveal the shiny salmon-pink interior, strengthened the feeling. I want to rape her, Laura realized. I want to make her squeal.

"God, we have to be careful," she whispered. "I want to fuck you bad. I want to make you moan."

"I'll be quiet," Yvette panted. "Give me something to bite on."

"I've got a hanky in my purse."

"Get it. Oh god, Laura, I'm going to come if you even breathe on my pussy!"

Laura riffled through her handbag for the hanky. She handed it to Yvette, who folded it over and placed it between her teeth.

"I'm going to do more than breathe on it, honey," Laura murmured, bending down again between Yvette's long, parted legs.

She extended her tongue, insinuating the tip of it into the pink crease of Yvette's long black-lipped pussy, running it up and down. Yvette nearly came unglued. Her half-clothed body clenched and quivered.

"Nnngggiieee!" she whimpered into the hanky, her face grimacing in sexual pleasure.

"Quiet!" Laura whispered loudly.

"Unggh! Ommngghh!" Yvette half-gasped.

Laura was terrified they would be caught, but she was wildly hungry for Yvette's prone, glossy, half-naked black body. She wanted to devour her. She slid her tongue deeper into Yvette's pussy, tasting all the tangy juices that were burbling up in it.

Yvette's head tossed to and fro on the desk. Her beautiful small breasts jiggled as she twisted frantically. The hanky popped out of her mouth. She grabbed for it spastically.

"Oh shit . . . I'm going to come!" she gasped.

"Shhhh!"

"Oh!" Quickly she stuffed the hanky back into her mouth. Her dark eyes were streaked with wild lust and fear. "Ummgghhffmmpp! Onngg!"

Laura's tongue was all over Yvette's delicious pussy, stabbing her clit, scraping it, flicking it. Yvette came sharply, her body convulsing, rising reflexively up from the flat desktop. Laura couldn't keep herself from assaulting this beautiful pussy that she loved so much. She sucked and slurped Yvette's dripping cuntlips hungrily, while Yvette groaned and twisted on the desk, trying not to cry out as she came a second time.

"Ongmmgghgh! Unnggmmphhfff!" Yvette grunted into Laura's crumpled hanky, her hips shuddering and pumping as the orgasm wrenched her body.

Laura kissed her way up the girl's silky midriff, pausing at her lovely breasts, then kissing her neck, tugging the hanky out of Yvette's mouth with two fingers and kissing her lips passionately.

"Oh . . . oh god," Yvette gasped for breath. "Oh god . . . I came twice!"

"You made a lot of noise, too," Laura smiled ruefully. "I hope nobody heard you."

"Ick! You've got my pussy juice all over your lips," Yvette made a face.

Laura licked them. "It isn't ick. I love it."

Yvette suddenly got dreamy-eyed, still lying on her back, her skirt pushed up around her waist, having been ravished by Laura. "Laura . . . I know you don't like to hear it, but . . . it's not the same with Rhonda. Nobody ever fucked me the way you do."

Laura smiled. "Leave her a memo," she said, indicating Rhonda's memo pad with her head.

Yvette sat up, her legs dangling off the edge of the desk. She slowly began to unbutton Laura's blouse.

Laura kissed her cheek and filled her palms again with Yvette's scrumptious naked breasts while Yvette unfastened the buttons. "Are you sure we should go on? Maybe we've risked enough."

Yvette's lips on her neck and throat made her shiver. Yvette's fingers quickly had the blouse unbuttoned. Laura had worn a shockingly sexy black lace bra that dipped deep between her breasts. She knew the effect it would have on Yvette.

"Laura, they could fire me on the spot and I wouldn't be able to stop," Yvette whispered.

Her lips touched the valley between Laura's breasts. Her fingers fiddled with the clasp between the bra cups. It came open. Laura was lost. Yvette sucked one of her nipples into her warm, wet mouth, and Laura was lost.

She held Yvette's head in both hands and pushed her breast against Yvette's face, surprised by the uprush of hot lust she felt, especially after last night, a long night, with Trina. Yvette sucked her nipple very hard, and Laura heard herself whimpering.

"Shhhh!" Yvette shushed her, rubbing her thumb over the wet, erect nipple, then swiftly attacking it again with her lips.

"Oh!" Laura gasped.

Yvette talked and sucked at the same time. "If you aren't quiet, I won't do the other one," she teased.

"Oh god . . . it feels so good. You do it so good."

"Here," Yvette scooted off the desk, onto her feet, "you turn around and lie back like I did."

"I'm scared," Laura panted. "We're going to get caught."

"It makes it more exciting," Yvette said, her dark eyes glinting maniacally.

She already had Laura's skirt up around her waist. But she couldn't keep her mouth off Laura's breasts. She stood between Laura's thighs, bending over Laura, squeezing Laura's breasts in her hands and sucking Laura's aching nipples ravenously.

Laura's body quivered and twisted under her. "Oh god . . . oh god, do it do me honey . . . Yvette . . . oh!"

She felt Yvette's hand in her crotch, on her damp panties. "God, honey, you're wet for me," Yvette whispered.

"Yes."

"Here . . . off with these," Yvette said, slipping the panties down Laura's legs, off her ankles.

"Quick . . . do it quick!" Laura moaned, both terrified and aroused beyond belief.

She knew she would come as soon as Yvette's mouth touched her pussy. They were both so hungry for one another. When they met outside work, they both exploded in coming within seconds. And it was even worse at work, because of their fear of surprise.

She saw Yvette's head dip between her thighs and held her breath. Yvette's tongue on her cuntlips made her moan involuntarily.

"Ahhnnnn!"

"Shush! I told you to be quiet!"

"Oh . . . I can't. Do me fast!"

"Have you got the hanky?"

"Yes . . . here it is."

Laura's hand scrabbled along the slick desktop until found the hanky, crumpled and still damp from having been in Yvette's mouth. Quickly she stuffed it into her own and bit down on it. Why do we do these things? she asked herself.

"Anngghmmpphhh!" she suddenly erupted into the hanky.

Yvette didn't go slowly. She slid two fingers into the flowing slit of Laura's pussy and sucked her clit at the same time. Laura burst in a hot cloud of coming, a convulsive, overpowering orgasm.

"Ohhggnnmmphggff! Ungghh! Ohhngghmmphhff!" she grunted, her hips grinding as Yvette continued to lick her, to milk the last sensation out of her.

She was still wrapped in a hot whirlwind of sexual rapture when they both heard a sharp rapping on the outside of the office door.

"Is somebody in there?" said a gruff, male voice. "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh my god!" Laura gasped, feeling her heart almost stop, whether from panic or the fierce climax she had just had, she didn't know.

"Oh shit!" Yvette said under her breath.

Both of them were half-unclothed. Neither had her panties on, and they were naked from the waist up. Laura was lying back on Rhonda's desk with her thighs spread, her wet, glistening pussy, inflamed from its recent excitement, fully exposed.

She sat up and both tried hurriedly to slip back into their clothes.

"No . . . it's all right!" Yvette finally shouted out. "I'm Yvette Farmer. I work for Rhonda. It's all right. Really."

"I thought I heard someone scream or something."

"I . . . though I saw a mouse," Yvette lied, going over to the door so she would have to shout.

Meanwhile, she and Laura were still frantically trying to get their clothes back on. Laura nearly sprained an ankle hopping around trying to get her foot into one leg hole of her panties. Yvette put her silk blouse back on and stuffed her bra in her purse.

"But it was only a shadow," she added. "It's okay."

"Okay . . ." said the voice, giving in. "I guess if you're sure . . ."

"I'm sure. Thanks anyway."

"You're welcome."

"Shit, now we can't even leave here," Laura said softly. "Everyone will know what we've been doing."

"They won't know," Yvette smiled, a little smugly. "Maybe we were having a meeting."

"I always look so guilty, I give it away."

"We'll leave separately," Yvette said, smoothing down her skirt, checking her blouse, her hair. "You look like someone just fucked your brains out," she smiled happily. "Better comb your hair."

"Thanks. You better put on your bra. I can see your nipples under your blouse."

"Oooohh, is it sexy?" Yvette giggled.

Laura stepped forward, tracing her forefinger around Yvette's wildly sensual mouth. "It's making me want to do it again," she said.

Yvette unbuttoned her blouse while Laura watched. "You better not touch, or we'll be in trouble," she whispered to Laura as her exquisite small breasts came into view again.

Laura swallowed and watched her fish her bra out of her purse and put it on. She did want Yvette again. Once was never enough for her, and she knew Yvette felt the same.

"When will he be out of town again?" she asked.

Yvette's face fell. "Not soon, I guess. Maybe we could kill him." Her eyes twinkled devilishly.

"God, you'll do anything, won't you," Laura said, half serious.

Yvette embraced her lightly, kissing Laura's mouth with great tenderness. "Anything to be with you," she murmured, eyes watering briefly.

Laura kissed her back. Yvette was special to her. "Who goes first?" she asked.

"You better. At least I have a plausible reason to be here."

Laura smiled. "Thank you for a lovely lunch."

"The pleasure was all mine. Please remember how much you liked it when you're balling that disgusting little ho Sholandra."