The agency

Agent Colette meets the new girl in her office. Alison arrives for her interview, her blonde hair falling over full breasts that strain the buttons of her blouse. Colette, dark hair sleek to her shoulders, studies the fresh face. They sit across the desk at first, papers between them, but the conversation drifts. Colette leans forward, and Alison’s eyes follow the open neckline. The papers stay untouched. Colette stands and steps around the desk. She stops close enough for Alison to catch her perfume. A hand slides up the girl’s thigh. Alison parts her knees without a word. Colette lifts the hem of the skirt, finds bare skin and wet silk. She pushes the fabric aside, strokes once, twice, then slips her fingers underneath. They kiss. Hard. Alison’s hands rise to Colette’s breasts, squeezing the heavy flesh through the thin dress. Colette pulls back long enough to undo Alison’s blouse and free those big tits. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking until Alison arches off the chair. Then she drops to her knees, spreads Alison wider, and buries her tongue between the soft folds. Alison’s fingers tangle in the dark hair as Colette licks her open. When she comes, the moan echoes off the office walls. Colette rises, lipstick smeared, and guides Alison’s hand between her own legs. The blonde’s fingers slide in easily. Colette rocks against them until her breath breaks too. They stay pressed together, skin hot, clothes half undone, breathing hard. The meeting is over. The real work has only started.