This wasn't like her.
Sarie never had sex in public places. Never anywhere she could be caught. Certainly never with anyone she had no intention of dating seriously.
Yet one month after breaking up with Melinda, the girl she'd loved for two years, she found herself flat on her back on the conference table at work. At Angie's mercy.
Angie "the powerhouse" Baker was so different from her. So different from Melinda. It was what had first attracted Sarie. Angie was open about being a lesbian, and went for what she wanted. Whenever she wanted.
"You are such a little hottie," Angie said, stripping the lacy white panties off her ankles. "If I was that girlfriend of yours, you'd never have gotten away."
Sarie looked down. Angie's eyes were on her bare pussy, her hands sliding up her legs. "You're telling me you'd be someone's girlfriend?"
She smiled, not looking up. "You got me there."
Closing her eyes, Sarie concentrated on the feeling of Angie's slow fingers. The tease of orgasm. How the small bursts sunlight from the slats in the window shades warmed her skin.
Trying to ignore the fear that someone would walk in on them.
"Angie." Sarie reached out to run her fingers through the woman's short dark hair.
Her soft tongue broke through Sarie's plump folds. It traced a slippery trail from the opening of her pussy up to her clit, then went to work.
Sarie's pelvis hitched as Angie devoured her. Moaning, she felt herself tense and twitch when that slim finger entered her. It curled in her pussy, sending shock waves through her body. Sarie's head rolled on the table, the room swimming around her.
A tall form in one of the doorways caught her eye. She stilled her head and focused.
"Mr. Downey!" Yanking her skirt down, Sarie sat upright.
Angie bolted to her feet and wiped her mouth. "Sir? This...this isn't what it looks like."
"Oh." Their boss strolled into the room, bursts of sunlight dancing over his hard face. "So you haven't taken advantage of my friend's barely legal daughter inside my building? On my conference table?"
A foot below his hulking height, Angie stared into his eyes. Said nothing. The vitality of her normal behavior was lost.
"Get out before I fire you," Mr. Downey said.
Sarie jumped up, following Angie to the door.
"Not you, Sarie."
She stopped in the doorway.
Angie hesitated, throwing her a look of sympathy. She shrugged an apology before disappearing down the hallway toward the elevators.
Sarie didn't turn around to look at him. Didn't speak. Was he going to fire her? Give her a lecture? Or...
"Shut the door," he said to her back.
The elevator dinged. Angie was gone. Everyone else was at lunch.
Wrapping her hand around the slim, cold handle, Sarie clicked the door into the frame. Then closed her eyes. Prayed.
"I thought you were a good girl. All these years of watching you grow up. Knowing your family. Seeing you on your knees getting communion at church. Now this? Turn around."
There was no denying it. No lie to be made. She'd screwed up. The double life she'd lived was unravelling. Her job was on the line. Her future. Everything.
Sarie turned. Staring at the ground, her fingers caught the ends of her blonde hair at her neck. She twirled it like she had as a little girl when she was in trouble.
"You always made good grades in school," he said softly. "Straight As. Your father bragged about it all the time. Never boy crazy, always focused. Tell me, all that time, were you dating girls?"
Sarie shook her head. "No sir."
Not the whole time.
"I see. How many girls have you dated?"
She raised her gaze from the floor, finding his big black dress shoes and following the long length of his trousers to his chest. "I, um, have only dated one girl."
"How many have you been intimate with?" Mr. Downey crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"Two," she muttered.
"You're gay?"
She nodded.
"Have you ever been with a man?"
The question made her head snap up. She looked into his pale blue eyes as he inclined his head. "No. Of course not."
His eyebrows rose, driving thin lines into his forehead. "'Of course not?' It's a sin to be homosexual. Surely a girl as smart as you should have tried to be with a man before renouncing God."
"I haven't renounced God." She cleared her throat. "Just because I like women does not mean I'm not a Christian. He loves us despite our sins."
Mr. Downey checked his watch. "I sincerely doubt that your father, or the congregation, would agree."
Sarie pressed her eyes shut. He was right.
"Now that we're passed all your evasions and lies, I'd like to offer you my assistance."
"With what?" Her eyelids fluttered open.
He strode over, stopping just in front of her, his chest level with her face. "Being gay is a big decision for someone as young as you. You should experience being with a man before you expose yourself as a lesbian any more than you already have."
Her mouth dropped open. "Mr. Downey?"
Face inches from her own, he pressed his hands against the door behind her. His arms on either side of her hips, she scarcely had room to move. Heat flew off his body.
She heard a click. The door lock.
"I'm...fine with who I am, Mr. Downey," Sarie said. Him being so close made it difficult to breathe.
His steady aquamarine eyes drilled into hers. "There is only a ten year difference between us, Sarie. Call me Nathan. Or Sir."
Taking a deep breath, she straightened, standing taller. "Thank you for your offer, but it's unneeded."
"My apologies for the word choice. It wasn't a simple offer." His lips curled as he watched her mouth. "Either I help you this way, or I help you another way."
She was almost too afraid to ask. "What other way?"
"I tell them the truth."
Sarie's green eyes went wide. "No. You can't."
"No?"
"No." She blinked, trying to think her way through this. "Besides, they'd believe me over you. They've known me since I was a kid. And my dad would never doubt me."
"Hmm." He slipped a hand into his pocket. "You may be right."
When he pulled away from her, she sighed and sagged against the door.
Sauntering over to the table, he pulled out his phone and tugged his tie loose. "I suppose it's lucky for me, then, that I have the pictures to prove it."
"What are you talking about?" Goosebumps raced up her body. "You can't. You didn't have enough time."
He smirked. "I have owned my own business since I was twenty one years old, dear girl. I notice everything, and I always have back up."
The last couple of years, she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off of him. Tall and lean. Dark. He'd never seemed like the church going type. She'd always wondered what the allure for him was.
"You knew. Before today. You knew."
"Sarie, would you please get the locks? And by 'locks,' I mean all of them this time." He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chair. "Unless you're ready to face the truth."
She bit her lip.
As much as the man didn't need the encouragement, she'd sometimes wondered what it would be like. A man. A dick. Inside her. Here was her chance, but it was tainted by his actions. His words.
"You're blackmailing me."
He shrugged, unclasping a thick watch from his wrist. "I'm giving you a choice. I want to help you. To save you from hell."
"You don't give a damn about religion."
"Enough." He finished undoing his cuff links and met her eyes. "Lock the doors or leave. Make your decision."
He really was giving her a choice, she realized. Locking the doors meant she'd let him...touch her. But she could leave. He was serious about showing her what it was like to have a man. How serious he was about showing her father a picture of his daughter getting eaten out by a woman?
A woman with short dark hair and blue eyes. One who didn't take no for an answer, didn't let anyone else run her but herself. A lot like...Nathan Downey.
What was the difference, really? Stubble? Penis? One less likely to talk about their feelings? The other more in tune with her twat?
Angie was never going to be someone Sarie could spend the rest of her life with. Being a woman aside, Sarie knew she meant nothing to the girl. Just another vag. Another conquest. Someone else to cum to her every whim.
"Tick tock." Mr. Downey leaned on the table where her bare ass had been ten minutes before. "Break time is running out."
Numbly, Sarie took a step. Then another. She found herself at the next door. With a pinch of her fingers and a flick of her wrist, it was locked. She looked up at Mr. Downey.
"Good. Keep going."
She did the same, door after door, until all four were locked. Then she turned around.
His eyes were on her face as she looked him over. Short, thick brown hair recently cut to perfection. White collar unbuttoned, revealing the beginnings of a muscled chest meeting his collarbones.
She licked her lips and swallowed.
They shouldn't do this. He was Daddy's friend. Her boss. So much older than her. And she was a lesbian, she reminded herself.
"What would my father say if he knew what you wanted with me?" Sarie asked.
He smiled and placed his phone on the table. "He may be surprised. But if he knew whose face at been at your sweet cunt before me, he'd be happy you were with me now. Come here."
Unable to look away, she crept closer.
Pushing off the table, he stood tall in front of her. "You're beautiful, Sarie. But you're more than that. Smart. Sweet." He tugged the pins out of her blonde hair and spread it over her shoulders. "Sexy. I don't know why you decided you were only into women, but I don't care. It means you've waited this long. For me."
"What if I wasn't waiting? What if I'm happy with women?" Her soft voice wavered.
"Yes." He traced her jawline with his finger. "If I hadn't caught you looking at me so many times in the past couple of years, I might believe that."
Sarie swallowed, lowered her eyes.
Mr Downey's finger prodded her chin upward to look at him again. "You don't have to look away. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I can't wait to fuck you."
Tucking her hair behind her ears, he took her face in his hands and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.
She was surprised at how soft they were. How her abdominal muscles clenched when his mouth opened. His tongue wrestled with her own, his fingers tangled in her hair, and before she could stop herself, her palms found his stomach.
