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Whenever Dana asked Diana to return a favor it inevitably fell into one of two categories: the utilitarian or the scandalous. In college this had run the gamut from term papers to streaking. More recently, the last time Diana had been asked to return the favor Dana had made her parade around a mall trying on the most revealing clothing she could find, flashing the staff and forgetting to close the dressing room door as she went, all without wearing any underwear. At the end of the day when Diana had finally asked her sister what the favor was exactly since they hadn’t purchased anything, she told her that she wanted someone to get her unbelievably turned on and then fuck her.

They’d spent most of the next 24 hours in bed doing her best to fulfill that request, Diana remembered fondly. Her sister had a real exhibitionist streak, and the only thing she loved more than showing off her sexuality was watching while she made Diana do it instead. Not that Diana minded, though if she was honest with herself, she enjoyed it more that she was being told what to do than whatever it was she was actually told to do most of the time; she enjoyed the act of being ordered more than the command itself.

Today the favor had been a utilitarian one: a bring-your-sister-to work-day. And aside from using her tongue to try to make Diana late for her own job, she expected it to be entirely scandal free. Dana had asked Diana take her place on an otherwise boring Tuesday so Dana could go to the beach while her sister attended some strategy meetings upcoming biotech takeover targets and work on a presentation Dana had to give next week but had so far procrastinated on. Despite their obvious similarities, the Werner sisters had very different strengths outside the bedroom. Biotechnology was where Diana’s masters degree was taking her, and so it was very much in her wheelhouse, and Dana really didn’t care for power point on her best days. To give a public speech you wanted her, no doubt, but to write it, especially if there needed to be an associated slide deck, Diana was your girl.

And it had been a productive day, Dana thought, leaning back and stretching as much as she could in her sister’s small cubicle. In a few more minutes, she’d log off the computer, call an uber, and head downstairs. Then she heard someone clearing her throat, behind her.

“Excuse me, Dana, do you have a minute?”

Diana swiveled slowly in her seat to face the person addressing her, but didn’t recognize her. This was always the hardest part of pretending to be her sister: remembering everyone’s names. She had flashcards for Dana’s immediate coworkers and superiors, but she would swear she’d never seen this woman before. She was cute and older, pushing forty maybe, with a severe haircut, a better dye job and an outfit that tried and failed to hide a pair of tits that very clearly indicated children or surgical enhancement.

“Yes?” She said. That seemed a safe enough start.

“I was wondering if we could talk, if you have a minute,” the stranger continued.

Well that didn’t help much. “Sure, did you want to talk here or…” Diana said, gesturing to the unused stool in the corner of the cubicle.

“I think its best we talk in private,” she responded somewhat aggressively. This woman was clearly not used to being taken so lightly. Diana wondered what that meant.

When she started to walk away, Diana had no choice but to jump to her feet and try to keep up. It was an unsubtle manipulation, but it’s meaning was clear Diana thought as they headed toward the elevator. If the mystery woman wasn’t on this floor that meant she wasn’t in sales or market research. That ruled out any of Dana’s immediate superiors.

The elevator ride was quiet, and empty save for Diana and her companion. Once it started moving though, she could swear she saw the blurred reflection of the older woman in the polished metal of the elevator the way one can do so often with men. She wasn’t bad looking, and clearly hit a muscular physique beneath her toned top. Nothing about her said gay more than repressed hetero killjoy.

She had originally thought that her un-named escort stood silently behind her as an intimidation tactic, albeit a week one, not a way to gawk without consequence. Maybe she was just looking down her nose at Diana’s choice in flats, though if it was another trick to frame the situation, it was an awfully subtle one.

When they got off on the third floor, Diana saw the sign for HR. That meant trouble, and worse, blind trouble. What had Dana gotten up to garner the attention of these busy bodies she wondered? That thought only deepened when they finally reached their destination. This was a good news/bad news situation. On the one hand Diana learned that she had been walking with Ms. Pamela Geller, but the downside was that she was a senior HR representative. Dana had definitely done something.

Ms. Geller gestured to the seat across from her as she shut the door behind kırşehir escort them, and then took her seat behind her desk. It was only once they were both seated across from each other that she finally spoke. Diana took note of it as another petty trick designed to throw her off balance. She took the moment of silence to study the office for any clues about her current adversary. Ms Geller’s office spoke of devotion to work, it was sparse, with plaques and awards in the outstanding achievement of whatever, and a few sports medals and trophies to mix it up. There were no family pictures — the only thing that was even vaguely personal was a picture of Pamela with two dogs; it was also the only evidence that this woman even knew how to smile.

“Dana, I have to say,” she started trying to display a sense of gleeful malice that could only mean bad news from a woman like this with too much power, “despite a brilliant resume and a promising start here at Gener-tech, your performance the last few months has been lack luster. At best.” The last two words meant to cut an employee to her core with shame and disappointment; Diana wished she could tell Pamela that she was probably more disappointed in her sister than she would ever be.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Dana started, trying to step around land mines she couldn’t possibly anticipate, “I…”

“Excuse me, Dana,” Pamela interjected, “are you trying to say this is the first you’re hearing about this? Because I have the documentation here to show that simply isn’t the case.” Quick to take offense, and quicker to fire back, Diana noted.

Diana nodded slowly, taking it all in. It sounded like her sister had been taking more than one day off to go to the beach recently. They were going to have to talk about that when she got home. After she had diffused the situation of course.

“Could I see it please,” Diana asked in her most respectful tone, “The documentation.”

“Are you saying you don’t believe me?” Pamela asked, pushing the folder toward Diana, “Read it and weep.” Diana noted that Pamela was really enjoying this though whether that was because she had something against Dana specifically or just loved her job was impossible to say.

Diana picked up the folder and leafed through it quickly. It seemed like Dana was indeed playing hooky. 9 absences in the last 3 months, and 15 total this year — yes, this was definitely excessive by any measure. The excuses were pretty ridiculous too. Mostly she’d called in sick, but so far Dana had managed to kill off both of their parents and a dog they didn’t even have for another couple days off.

Diana set the file back down on the table.

“I don’t know what to say,” Diana said, truthfully. “At the,” she fumbled to find an argument she thought might work,” at the time, they all seemed like completely necessary reasons to take a day off to handle … serious personal business, but looking back on it I can see that…”

“Cut the crap,” Pamela interrupted, “It’s a good act, but you aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I’ve heard it all before Dana, I’ve heard it all before.”

But Diana really wasn’t listening to her, she was putting together all the puzzle pieces in this office lying around in plain sight.

“Really,” she said suddenly, rejoining the conversation and channeling her sister, “All of it, huh? So I can just level with you?”

“By all means,” Pamela said, leaning back in her chair, “This should be good.”

“My parents didn’t both die this year,” she started, “but I think we all knew that.”

Pamela only nodded slightly.

“And I’ve been an excellent health,” Diana continued, “I just didn’t think it was appropriate for me to discuss the actual reason with my boss.”

“Oh, is that so,” Pamela could smell blood in the water, “and what about your dog?”

“Oh,” Diana feigned sadness and sat with her eyes downcast for a moment as she relived the imaginary tragedy. “Well, Rufus was getting on in years, and it was time I suppose.” She looked up, mostly clear eyed and met Pamela’s gaze, “I did take that day off for my dog actually.”

Pamela said nothing, but Diana could see her inner dog lover flinch at her failed accusation being parried and the affect it had on her. It wasn’t all fake, Diana supposed, Rufus was their dog in high school, and Diana had been very sad when he had to be put down a few years ago.

“Well then,” Pamela said after a moment of silence, “What about the other days?”

“Before I go on I need to know that what I say will be held in the strictest confidence, and will not leave this office,” Diana said, pretending to sound worried.

“HR always holds these sorts of conversations in confidence,” Pamela responded blandly with standard HR boilerplate.

“It’s just that,” Diana started, “I’m not out of the closet, and not many people, even in my own family know about the relationship that caused so much… disruption, to my life this year.”

Pamela niğde escort tried to keep her gaze as bland as ever as she set her pen down, but Diana could see that her narrative was finding its target and she had scored a second point against her.

“Was this relationship…” Pamela’s probe slowly died away with indecision.

“With a woman, yes,” Diana began again, “An older woman.”

“I was going to ask if it was abusive,” Paula corrected, swallowing hard. Diana was getting to her.

“Did she hurt me?” Diana asked, leaning forward to better reveal her very limited cleavage in this top. “Pain was one of the few things that went right in our relationship, near the end. I don’t mean to be graphic — let’s just say that was was really, really good.”

Diana saw Pamela’s eyes flick down to her breasts and back up again, though she pretended not to. They were barely a handful for most guys, and perhaps half the size of Pamela’s melons. If she didn’t have surgery then she was one lucky woman.

“Things just fell apart near the end, we don’t need to discuss exactly why that was.” These things happen, “and as a result I needed to take some days off of work, to cope.”

“So then,” Pamela licked her dry lips, “You would say you missed those days for depression, well that’s certainly more reasonable, I think we could…”

“No, not depression,” Diana went in for the kill shot, “I was coping with the loss by finding and fucking hot strange women online, sometimes for days at a time.”

“It just didn’t do any good though. I couldn’t find anyone that could make me feel that way, you know? Submissive and powerless. It’s a hard thing to find a woman that can do that to me. Have you ever had that problem?

“I don’t think we’re here to talk about me,” Pamela started, a shadow of her previous domineering self in the face of this unexpected onslaught. She was enduring it well though, Diana thought, most men would have melted already and whipped their dicks out under the heat of her sensual gaze.

“That’s fair,” Diana said, reaching forward to grab one of Pamela’s strong hand in both of her more delicate ones. “I just want you to know, that if you were to give me another chance, I’d do whatever it takes to make this up to you and to Gener-tech.”

“Anything?” Pamela asked, unable to resist one of the world’s oldest clichés.

“I love my company and I love my coworkers,” Diana said, though her tone implied that she might hold a special love for one coworker in particular. “and I would do anything at all to redeem their faith in me and in my,” she paused for effect, “abilities.”

And then, with seeming carelessness as she withdrew her hands from Pamela’s and retreated to her own side of the desk, Diana let her arm brush against her personnel file knocking it from the desk and interrupting the moment in a small cloud of paperwork.

Pamela would be bolder if she could formulate her next thoughts without the scrutiny of another’s gaze. “Oops,” she said, jumping out of her chair as she failed to catch the folder and dropped to her knees, “Let me get that.”

Pamela sat in silence for a moment, wrestling with what Diana had said, like Diana knew she would. When Diana walked in here she had had no plan, but as she put together the clues scattered around her office with Pamela checking her out in the elevator and decided to take a chance. No one with kids would have pictures of their dogs but not their families, so she didn’t have kids or a family, and anyone that raised money for the slew of LGBT organizations listed on her wall let a lone middle aged woman with a short haircut was a closet case for sure. She knew it, and Diana was sure that many of the women in her life did as well, but it probably wasn’t a well known fact anywhere else on this floor or in this building.

“There may be a way that we could work something out,” Pamela said, cautiously, “If you really do mean anything.”

Diana took that moment to crawl under Pamela’s large desk, and give a long and lingering kiss on her inner thigh that surprised the older woman, making her jump a little.

“Dana,” she said, her surprise evident but her volume muted, “What are you doing? Get out from under there!”

“I’m just showing you how much I mean it,” Diana said, bringing her hands to Pamela’s knees and noting she did nothing to resist as she spread them. “I’d do anything to keep this job Ms… Mistress Geller.” Diana could feel the goose bumps underneath her palms as she her words found her target, and she would have stopped there, but then there was a knock at the door.

They both froze.

Diana pulled her feet in a little closer. This desk was large and L shaped with a file cabinet for a leg between where she crouched and the door. She couldn’t be seen by anyone who wasn’t sitting in front of the desk her antics were unlikely to be discovered.

“Yes,” Pamela said, her voice cracking just a little, ordu escort “Come in.” She’d obviously done the same calculus that Diana had.

Diana heard the door open, but couldn’t see who it was since she was staring at a wet spot in Pamela’s underwear plainly visible between her tanned thighs.

“Hey Pam, I just wanted to…” the voice paused, “Where’s Dana — I thought you were going to talk to her and then can that slacker?”

The tone was not a friendly one and raised Diana’s ire a notch. She acted on this by blowing softly on Pamela’s inner thigh

“Well Chuck,” Pamela said, keeping her voice level even as her thighs trembled, “There may be a complication there. We might not be able to move to termination just yet. “

Diana started to kiss slowly up Diana’s inner thigh, her musky smell growing ever more powerful as she ended up with her head practically in the other woman’s lap. If this desk were to suddenly disappear she imagined this would be pretty hard to explain to Chuck over there. Still, it would be more Pamela’s problem than Diana’s; she would quickly become nothing more than a junior employee manipulated by a senior one with power over here if they were discovered.

“Oh, I thought that was going to be a slam dunk.” he sounded disappointed, “where is she anyway, I thought she was in here talking to you.”

Diana brought her hand up and to Ms. Geller’s underwear and began to lightly trace the outlines of the growing wet spot, just barely making contact with the cloth with the tip of her finger, providing more of a ghost of a sensation than an actual one.

“Oh, she was, she was,” Pamela’s casual tone was wearing thin, and she sounded more distracted than disinterested now. “She just ran to her desk to get some medical documentation, and…”

Pamela’s breath caught in her throat as Diana finally kissed her pussy properly, but covered quickly with a cough. “Anyway, we’ll see if she pulls this out. Even if she does, I’m sure we’ll get another bite at the apple. But you shouldn’t be here when she gets back. It would damage our rapport. “

Diana pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties and finally brought her mouth to bear, giving Pamela’s pussy a slow open mouthed kiss that was more sensual than sexual. The sex would come soon she hoped, but for now she just wanted to distract the older woman and gauge her reactions. Her silence didn’t say much, but the trembling in the woman’s hips told Diana at least a little bit about how badly she wanted to fuck her face.

Given how many little power trips she enjoyed, Diana wouldn’t be surprised if this exact scenario was a regular fantasy of hers: a young woman entirely in her power, begging and willing to do anything for just one more chance to keep her job, and on her knees… Well, Diana was happy to oblige. She reveled in the taste of her new lover, an deeper musky flavor of pussy than the lighter tang she was used to with her sister; it was lust aged like a fine wine.

“Right, right — well, good luck,” he said, closing the door behind him, “I hope you get her.”

“I hope you get her too,” Diana said as soon as the door clicked shut, taking her mouth off the sex of the older woman long enough to chime in with a wry smile. “really show her what’s coming to her.”

“I’ll certainly punish her appropriately, to make sure she’s learned her lesson” Pamela said, taking one hand off her keyboard and bringing it to caress Diana’s hair, “and ill teach her not to speak unless she’s spoken to when she should be busy working.”

With her last statement, Pamela used her hand to apply gentle pressure forcing Diana’s head back down into her pussy, not that Diana resisted much. Once her head was where it belonged, she pulled her skirt out from under her ass and up to her waist to prevent any embarrassing stains.

“and I’ll show her that when she makes a commitment, she has to deliver on it. For starters, she’s not going to get out from under my desk until she makes a wet spot in this chair.”

And with the Ms. Geller went back to work, not offering another word of direction or chastisement as she busied herself typing on whatever she was working on. All in all, she handled the turnabout of events very well Diana thought. She had maintained control even as the situation threatened to spin out of control by steering into the turn.

This was definitely going to be fun she thought to herself, and redoubled her efforts on Pamela’s slit, drinking in the taste of the woman as she fucked her with her tongue. Just using your tongue instead of your tongue and hands to make a girl cum could be very challenging, so Diana used many of the tricks she had learned in her college years to vary rhythm and speed instead to keep her Pamela guessing and to keep the sensation novel.

It wasn’t long before her breathing started to become shallow and irregular and her typing slowed to almost nothing. When she came, she let out barely a squeak, though she did bring her legs together like a vice. She probably looked for all the world to see like a woman hard at work the whole time she was getting head in her office. Diana wondered: was that a skill one was born with, or something you had to practice?

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