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fragrance drifting across the small space and
making me dream of inhaling her pussy’s aroma while I devoured and licked her
cunt.
    And focus evaded me too, due to the unexpected excitement at
the slick fabric clinging to my bare breasts and hips, and strangely, I didn’t
mind the feminine aura that engulfed me.
    “You’re angry at me for not being honest, and I’m sorry,” I
said as I bent down and slipped my feet into a pair of black stilettoes that
matched hers. She’d also chosen them for me from a box beneath the rack. I
tightened the straps and stood, awkwardly balancing myself, unaccustomed to the
platforms when all I usually wore were flat loafers or Nikes. “Since I’m your
boss at Starling, I felt it was more appropriate to keep our personal lives
separate from the hotel as much as possible. It wasn’t important.”
    “Wasn’t important?” she shrieked and whirled around to face
me. Her mouth was open and set to speak further, but the words seemed to lodge
in her throat. Her eyes widened and her cool gaze panned down my body, up, then
fell on my breasts. My areolas hardened at the intimate yet innocent look. I
was almost certain she’d never been with a woman before.
    And I prayed her first would be me.
    “I-I ¼ Wowza,” she
stammered. “You look ¼ great. You should
wear dresses more often.”
    My face heated up. I shook my head and tried to take a step,
but I only succeeded in wobbling like a newborn baby deer. “Uh, no thank you.
Not my thing.”
    Her gaze warmed as it touched me even more, from my long,
bare legs to the swell of my hips and upward to my tits. My nipples puckered
tighter, tenting against the fabric. Her eyes shifted back and forth, studying
each aching knot, then as if she caught herself, she jerked her gaze to the
side.
    “I don’t agree. I think it fits you well. All you need now
is a little makeup and maybe a sexy long wig.”
    I took a careful step toward my desk, anything to grab on to
before I busted my ass. “Oh no, please not makeup.” I sighed as Charles and his
threat to my friends and our community echoed in my head. “But whatever it
takes to get through this, I guess. There’s a wig in the box next to the—”
    I stumbled. Melanie’s arms clapped around me, catching me
against her just before I tumbled to the floor. Our bodies crashed together,
breasts to breasts, hips to hips, just like when she’d hugged me out by the
hostess podium. Since she’d stripped her coat off, though, I got a dose of her
hot body without the thickness of the fur between us.
    Mm, she was all woman, soft, fragrant, warm and yielding. I
clung to her and closed my thighs together beneath the stupid dress, trying
like hell to hold the sudden gush of cream inside my pussy. But it was futile.
Melanie’s nearness made my groin go all pulsing hot and achy, and juices oozed
out, wetting my labia.
    “Whoa,” she said huskily. “Careful there.” Her big brown
eyes were just inches from mine, her red-painted lips parted in wonder and her
sweet breath fanned my chin. I clamped my lower lip between my teeth, fighting to
keep from closing my mouth over hers.
    Rein it in, Leslee. You’re her supervisor at the hotel,
and besides, she’s not into women.
    I cleared my throat, which had gone tight with emotions I
didn’t recognize. “Sorry. These stupid shoes aren’t exactly what I’m used to.”
    “It’s okay. Let’s just get this done.” She stroked my hair
and tucked it behind my ear, her gaze following her movements with a strange
look of fascination. “You have such potential, really, you do. Would you mind
if I indulged in a quick but drastic makeover for you? Just for the contest?”
    With major reluctance, I untangled myself from her embrace
and wobbled my way to my desk. I perched myself on the edge and held on for
dear life. “Sure. Drastic. Have at it. Turn me into a fucking hetero clown.”
    Melanie’s laugh was a tinkle of delight edged with her usual
sex appeal that