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my palms—all culminated in my
pussy. It throbbed and moistened as it had never done before.
    I’d wanted Melanie ever since I laid eyes on her during her
interview for my food and beverage assistant position at the hotel. But I’d
always assumed my fantasies would be the extent of it. Never did I guess I’d
have her in my arms all willing and whimpering for more. I mean, she’s a
staunch heterosexual woman. Why would I ever think otherwise?
    But at this moment I wondered, why hadn’t I thought
otherwise?
    It didn’t matter. All that did was right now. I drowned in
her. I kneaded her firm ass with one hand while my mouth devoured hers. My
other hand cupped one breast and I brushed my thumb over the tight bud. She
mewled her pleasured response into my mouth and clung to me. Her hips started
doing a circular dance atop my leg that could mean only one thing. She was
turned-on and attempting to reach orgasm by rubbing her pussy against my leg.
    Whoa. These were the things of fantasies, not reality. The
room spun around me in a surreal dream as I gripped her ass and pulled her
farther onto my lap. She clung to me and propped both knees up on the desk on
either side of me. I broke the kiss and looked down between her legs, just
needing a quick glimpse of her body against mine. Her dress bunched up, and so
did mine. Her thin panty strip had moved to the side and I saw that she was
completely shaven. I caught a glimpse of her swollen labia and just the tip of
her clit beginning to bloom out. My mouth watered. I imagined tasting it,
licking it, claiming it as mine. And ah, if only I had my strap-on in place,
I’d be fucking her pretty little pussy and bouncing her on me like some cowgirl
on a bucking pony.
    We were all over each other. Her hands were in my hair
beneath my wig, then zipping down to cup one of my engorged boobs. She squeezed
me, tight and randy, her hands racing up and down my back. Her moans were so
loud, even drowning out the music just outside my door. I considered stumbling
with her to the couch on the far wall, falling over the top of her and
smothering her mouth completely with mine while I finger-fucked her, devoured
her tits, ate her pussy completely until the stars—
    “Leslee.” A knock sounded on the door. “What the fuck are
you doing in there?”
    That motherfucker. Charles shoved open the door and stuck
his stupid head in. His expression went from anger to annoyance, and ended with
a flicker of lust. “Ah, I should have known you’d be in here molesting
someone.”
    “Fuck you, Charles,” I said, though not my usual way of
speaking to the man who seemed to hold all my financial cards in his fat,
filthy hands. But this time was different. He’d gone and interrupted the
fantasy that I’d had in my heart for six months now, ever since I’d hired
Melanie.
    Melanie made a clamor of disentangling herself from me and
getting her feet back on the floor. She panted. Her face was pink, her long
hair in sexy shambles, her eyes downcast, and that damn red lipstick she’d just
slathered on my lips was all over her mouth and chin. She smoothed down her
hair and trotted to the window. With her back turned on me and Charles, who
still hung his head in the door, she appeared to be fighting to tame her
embarrassment and heavy breathing.
    Poor thing. She must be so humiliated. A hetero being caught
with her dress up while wrapped around a lesbian like a sweet yogurt-covered
pretzel. No, not exactly what I would have wanted either back when I was in her
on-the-fence shoes. And yeah, there was no denying, Melanie was on the fence,
and based on that response, she had been for some time now.
    But how had she gotten on that fence, and why did I not see
it until now?
    “The contest starts in twenty-five minutes. Get your asses
out of the gutter and in line by the fucking stage.” He didn’t wait for a
response. Instead, he slammed the door and his footsteps sauntered away.
    “Melanie.” I said it gently,