Quickies

"Oh god!" Tina moaned. "Your pussy is so gorgeous… you should see this cock fucking your hot little hole…"

Beth moaned, too, her clit like a thick pulse under her fingers. She was so close to coming that her whole body was trembling with it. Tina thrust faster, her hips rocking and her breath coming in short pants. Her thumbs rubbed Beth's ass, working inward until she was massaging around her tight little asshole.

"What are you doing?" Beth wiggled and squirmed, moaning.

"Feel good?" Tina's finger pressed the little rosebud hole, massaging around and around. "It's so tight. Maybe I'll fuck you there, next."

Beth startled at the thought, but her pussy throbbed in response. "Oh god…" her voice was a low growl, her back arching. "Ohhh fuck, baby, make me come all over that big, fat dick!"

That did it for both of them. Tina made a low noise in her throat as she bucked up against Beth's shuddering ass. They came together, Tina's finger slipping into Beth's ass and wiggling there, sending extra waves of pleasure through them both. Beth eased forward, the cock slipping out of her pussy, and she rolled over to smile at her girlfriend.

"Here." Tina eased herself over Beth, straddling her chest. "Lick it."

Beth did, sucking and licking her own juices off the thick end.

Tina watched, her eyes bright, easing the cock a little further into Beth's mouth.

"That was so fucking hot."

"Especially when you put your finger in my ass," Beth murmured, licking up the shaft.

Her eyes brightened and Tina smiled. "You liked that, huh?"

Beth nodded, reaching under the dildo to press her hand to Tina's mound, making her shiver. "Yeah… a lot."

"Well then… maybe next time, I'll put that big black cock in your ass." Tina grinned.

Beth pressed the vibrating egg hard against Tina's pussy and grinned back.

"Promises, promises."

"Not a promise… a resolution. "

Beth leaned in to kiss her. "I love your resolve."

Secret Agent

Callie stood on the sidewalk staring up at the mile-high glass office building, trying to swallow the pounding of her heart in her throat. People weaved around and jostled her small form, a few of them swearing, most of them just giving her a quick, annoyed glance before hurrying on. So this is New York, and I'm officially insane.

The verdict was in-might as well carry on with the sentence. She clutched a red folder to her chest as she followed a woman in a gray pinstriped suit through the revolving glass door. Her fingers were stained pink from biting her nails and folding the edge of the folder back and forth, over and over, on the subway. She had missed her stop-twice-and was already forty-five minutes late for this appointment.

She felt extremely underdressed, even in her plain black skirt and white blouse, as she stood in the lobby and dug out the business card tucked into the front pocket of the red folder:

Jason Adams

Voiceover Division

Adams Agency

1006 Ninth Avenue,

25th Floor

New York, NY

Twenty-fifth floor. She slipped between bodies onto the elevator, pressed further and further toward the back as more people piled on. She tried to see around the shoulder of a navy blue suit, straining to see if the number twenty-five was lit up. She felt too timid to open her mouth and ask-but surely someone in this crowd had to get off on the twenty-fifth floor?

But when the doors finally opened at floor twenty-five, she found herself stuck, rooted to the floor. She rode the elevator up, hugging her folder and chewing on a

cuticle, until it started back down again, stopping once more at twenty-five. This time she managed to get off, excusing herself through bodies until she was standing in front of a receptionist's desk, breathing in the unfamiliar but unmistakable smell of the New York office, like clean reams of paper or new carpet.

"Hi, there." The blonde behind the counter was beautiful, her eyes smiling at Callie. "How can I help you?"

"Jason Adams." Callie cleared her throat, taking a step toward the desk. "I had an appointment at nine, but…"

"He's waiting for you." The blonde picked up the phone, still smiling, and dialed.

"Jason? Your nine o'clock is here. Do you want-?" She paused, listening. "Okay."

Putting the phone back in the cradle, she stood, smoothing the lines of her skirt. "He's in the middle of taking some specs, but he says he'll be out in five. Do you want some coffee while you wait?"