Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

The other reporter was fuming mad. Fit to be tied, she snarled, "You stinking bitch! That was my assignment! You screwed me out of it."

"Excuse me, Diane. I've really got to be going."

"The hell you are! We're going to have this out right now! I want to know why you cut me out of an interview I worked for two months to get. Why me?"

Cheryl looked at the woman. Diane was twenty-six or so. Divorced, no kids, rather attractive, she thought, if you went for the type with the big boobs that swung and swayed around whenever she walked. Cheryl had to give the woman one thing: she knew how to dress.

Her peasant blouse was opened just the right amount to hint at far more than was revealed. Her tits cunningly bulged up and out of the blouse without seeming blatant. And the tight-waisted skirt emphasized the very womanly hips. Cheryl thought Diane's legs were a little thick to look good, but that was a matter of personal preference.

It was apparent she had taken Diane's place with Dave. She owed it to the woman to explain.

"Come on and let's find an empty room."

"Yeah. It shouldn't be too hard. Most everyone's gone for the day. And I wouldn't want them to hear me screaming at you." Diane turned and flounced away. Cheryl smiled a little at the way the woman's ass rolled from side to side when she walked. She wondered if Diane had practiced that or if it came naturally.

However it was, the wiggle was provocative. Cheryl could see why Dave had made Diane into the premier newscaster. But that was rapidly changing. It wouldn't be long before she replaced the other woman. Dave had practically promised her that much the night before at her apartment.

They'd fucked the entire night. She actually found she could get off on it even if she did maintain an aloof, detached viewpoint. Cheryl didn't kid herself. Her body was simply another tool to be used in building her career.

If she had to fuck a few men to get her way greased for her, what was the harm? It seemed so simple to her she hoped she could talk some sense into Diane's head. The other woman would simply have to see how she had gotten aced out of her position by younger tail. It wasn't any reflection on how good she was professionally.

Maybe hot even a reflection on how good she was in the sack. It was just that Cheryl was something different, a little tighter ass, a hotter cunt – and more ambitious.

She knew she'd have to work up fast or be lost in the shuffle. She wasn't going to stay as a reporter for long. There were better jobs at the station begging to be plucked from their holders if she had the nerve to do it and was willing to pay the price.

She had the nerve, and her body was the fee they would ask. And she would give it to them.

Seeing Diane turn into one of the conference rooms set Cheryl to thinking her body might be used for things other than clawing her way up the power structure. It might serve her a dual purpose. She might be able to pacify potential enemies with it.

She wondered what it would be like making love to another woman. If Diane would be easier to handle if they got it on together.

She shrugged and went into the room. There was only one way of finding out how the other woman hooked up.

"Dammit," Diane flared, "you literally fucked me out of that interview! Why the hell did you do it?"

"Isn't it obvious, Diane? I didn't like it as a silly little weather girl parroting figures that didn't mean a Goddamn thing to me. So I simply tried to better myself. And I got the job as reporter. And I asked Dave for the first assignment to be the interview." She eyed Diane and decided it would be worth an effort trying. It seemed cold-blooded to make a play for her just to keep her quiet, but that was the way the game was played.

Cheryl knew. She'd seen it in the short time she'd been here.

"You…" Words escaped Diane. She couldn't think of anything vile enough to call Cheryl. The she slumped down in the chair. She knew she was beaten. "Never mind. You were only trying to get ahead. This is a dog-eat-dog world. And a real bitch of a business. I don't blame you, Cheryl. Forget it."

Diane started to get up, but Cheryl quickly rounded the table and laid a soothing hand on her arm. She held her in the chair for a moment and said, "Look, let's be friends. It's nothing personal. I think you know that. And I do like you. I think you're just about the best around here."

The way the lies rolled off her tongue repulsed her. Cheryl hated herself for the lies she was so glibly spouting. But their effect on Diane was obvious. Flattery was a powerful tool, almost as good a one as raw, naked sex.

"You really think so? Gee thanks."

"I think you're so cute, too. So good-looking. Especially on the air. How do you make your eyes up so they seem so wide and good-looking on camera?" Her hand gently touched Diane's cheek. The flesh under her fingers was flushed.

"Just a little eye-liner. Then, umm, ohhhh! I don't think you should be doing that, Cheryl." Diane was becoming uncomfortable in the chair now. Cheryl's light touch had turned into a caress. She was gently stroking her fingers on the other woman's face.

"Doing what? I could kiss you – like this!"

And she did. Diane resisted the kiss. She tried to push Cheryl away from her, then slowly gradually, she began to melt. The kiss was returned.

Cheryl allowed her lips to open slightly in wanton invitation to the other woman. Diane's tongue tentatively flicked out. Finding a beckoning mouth, her tongue sailed boldly into Cheryl's oral cavern. There, tongue rubbing tongue, their kiss deepened, took on a greater urgency.

Diane didn't even protest when Cheryl began fondling her jugs. The quaking mounds of tit flesh were like putty under her fingers. She gripped one firmly through the fabric of her blouse and squeezed hard. Cheryl started rotating the tit until the older woman was gasping in pleasure.

Diane felt stabs of delight knife down into her chest. The wet, juicy kiss had started turning her on. She didn't want to make love to another woman, yet Cheryl seemed so innocent, so open, she couldn't resist her. Diane's tongue teased and slowly got Cheryl's into her mouth.

Once inside her lips, Diane started sucking on the girl's tongue. Using just the tip of her tongue, she teased and tormented the trapped bit of pink flesh.

But it was the pressure on her tit that was giving her the most pleasure. Cheryl knew exactly what got her hot. But then she should. She was a woman, too, and had to know what would please her the most.

The kinkiness of it, the sheer perverted pleasure of having another woman fondling her knockers made Diane beg, "Cheryl, oh, ummm, yes, Cheryl, more! I want your mouth all over my breasts! Kiss them! Suck them!"

Cheryl smiled gently. She looked like thirteen instead of eighteen. She said, "Anything for a friend – a good friend."

She opened the front of Diane's blouse, and the tits came tumbling out in a rush of white flesh. The nipples looked like red fingers pointing directly at her. They were slightly upturned, something she hadn't expected on a woman with jugs this huge. Surrounding them was a ruddy brown plain a little bigger than a penny and about the same color.

Cheryl carefully went down to her knees and moved forward until the shivering tip of the boob was within kissing distance. She leaned forward and planted a juicy kiss on the nipple. Then she took the nipple into her mouth and started sucking. It wasn't gentle or easy. It was as hard as she could make it.

She sucked for all she was worth. And it had the desired effect on Diane. The woman writhed around in the chair, a helpless blob of pent-up desires.

She would do anything to get off. Cheryl had her trapped exactly where she wanted her. After they'd finished with this little bit of lezzie lovemaking, Diane wouldn't dare say a single thing against her to any of the top management. Diane would be one of Cheryl's biggest supporters – or at least wouldn't try stabbing her in the back.