Vivian tugs at her blouse and checks her face with her phone camera before swiveling her chair back to the reception window. Her girlfriend, Savannah, is leaning against a wall at the back of the room with her eyes half-lidded and her arms crossed, watching Vivian with a judgemental expression. Compared to Vivian, she's casually dressed: she's wearing tight jeans that show off the shapelyness of her long, slender legs and a loose-fitting turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up. Her shoulder-length, sandy-blonde hair is tussled from the make-out session they just cut short, but she makes no attempt to fix it.
"Can you, like," Vivian says, gesturing helplessly at the window and then the wall behind her, "not be in view, here?"
Savannah rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, Vivian, stop being so paranoid. No one is even coming."
"People come!" Vivian says defensively. She checks her lipstick again with her phone camera. "People come all the time. Did you give me a hickey?" She paws at her pale throat.
"I tried," Savannah shrugs. "But you kept squirming away."
"Savannah, be serious!" Vivian whines. "I've only had this job for, like, a couple of months. Remember when we were trying to pay the rent on your barista job?" She looks at Savannah sternly and says in a stage whisper. "I was, like, one week away from cam-whoring."
"It would've been better than this job," Savannah says. "At least then when I visit you during your break you'd be naked."
Vivian cuts her eyes at Savannah and back at the door to the office. "Shh!"
Savannah slides down the floor to the ground. "Oh my god, Vivian," she repeats. "You are being so boring right now."
"I'm at work. I'm a receptionist. Receptionists are supposed to be boring," Vivian says . She pulls a loose strand of her dark hair back behind her ear. "No one comes to a law office to see a sexy receptionist."
Now Savannah is the one who whines. "I do," she says.
Vivian snorts.
For a moment, it seems like the conversation is over. Vivian goes back to shuffling through papers, and Savannah pouts, checking her nails. Then, with smirk, Savannah silently drops to all fours and crawls across the carpeted floor to Vivian's side.
Vivian jumps when Savannah, purring, brushes against her leg.
"Jesus!" she says. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Her eyes are wide and her brow is knitted, but she can't keep a smile from glinting at the corner of her lips.
"I'm a pussy cat." Savannah replies simply. She curls up beneath Vivian's desk. "Mrreow. Come play with me." She paws at the inside of Vivian's thigh. Vivian grabs the hem of her pencil skirt and pulls it further down.
"S-stop!" Vivian says, her face flushing. She whispers. "What are you doing?"
"I said I'm a pussy cat. Remember? Mrrknoar," Savannah says, giggling stupidly.
"Oh. My God. Are you stoned right now?"
"Lil' bit."
"Holy shit. Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if Mr. Pembros found out I had my high girlfriend back here with me during work hours?"
"Vivian, would you just chill out? Your boss -- ow!" Savannah bumps her head on the underside of the desk and launches into another fit of giggling. Vivian has to bite her tongue to keep herself from joining in. When she recollects herself, Savannah looks up, green eyes flashing, and continues: "Mr. Pemdas isn't here!"
"It's Pembros."
"Whatever!" Savannah says, waving her hand. "This is, like, the absolutely perfect time to goof off at work. Your boss is out of the office, he's got no appointments, and you're the only receptionist on duty. It's literally just you and me." She grabs Vivian by the knees and playfully spreads her legs apart. Vivian closes them. "Don't you remember that time I had clean-up shift?"
How could Vivian forget? Savannah's boss at the coffee shop had asked her if she could close the shop on her own, and Savannah had Vivian stay in the back room, reading. After she'd locked the door, they'd rocked the back-of-house like there was no tomorrow. For a week afterward, Vivian couldn't smell her morning coffee without getting horny.
Vivian sighs.
Savannah, spreads Vivian's legs again, far enough that she catches a glimpse of white panties. Vivian squeals. "Seeeee?" she demands. "I let you fool around with me when I was at work."
"That was... different."
"Uh-uh!" Savannah says. She shakes her head so that her hair falls over her eyes.
Vivian smirks. Savannah knows damn well that she finds that adorable.
Savannah, knowing, she's won, takes the hem of Vivian's skirt and pulls it up to her waistline. Vivian turns bright scarlet and squeals again, but she doesn't protest when Savannah reaches back to take the waistpant of her panties. She doesn't protest when Savannah rises up to her face and kisses her. Her mouth opens and her breathing slows as Savanah's lips brush against hers. When Savannah's tongue enters her mouth, she meets it with her own. She strokes the back of her girlfriend's head, trailing her fingers through Savannah's hair and down the nape of her neck. She sighs when Savannah pulls away. She says softly, as Savannah is sitting back down on her knees, "Watch you... watch your head... the desk --"
"Oh, you're worried about my head?" Savannah giggles.
"N-not like that!"
Savannah peels Vivian's underwear down off her round bottom, and Vivian groans. Her face is fully flushed at this point, and her hand goes to her lips. She glances up at the door.
But, of course, there's no one there. Why would anyone come today? Her boss is out seeing clients. Why would anyone show? Mr. Pembros even joked about it himself. "You're just there to make sure no one robs the place," he'd said, laughing. "Bring a book."
Well. This was much better than a book.
Savannah continues to pull at her panties until Vivian can feel cool air on her behind. She shifts in her chair so that Savannah can work them down to her thighs, then to her knees, and finally over her stylish black heels. Vivian chews on her pinky nail as Savannah pulls her swivel chair to the desk. Her bare ass is on the chair, now, her skirt is rolled up, and her smooth legs are naked and pale. She whimpers softly.
