Lesbian The Business Trip

Clutching a small case to herself protectively lest it get knocked from her by all of the people who were rushing past her, bumping and jostling her, Stephanie Lucas looked around the huge airport uncertainly.

The corporation Stephanie worked for was hoping to do business with a firm that was based here in England and the matter was seen as being so important that Selma Carrington, her boss and one of the most powerful executives in the company, had come out herself to conduct the meeting with the owners. At the last minute, Selma had called to say that she would be needing some more documents and that she wanted them as soon as possible.

As she was Selma's executive assistant, Stephanie had been ordered to gather up all the information that was needed and immediately fly off to London to hand deliver it. She had suggested that it would be quicker and more economical to simply fax the documents to Selma, but her corporate masters were paranoid that the competition might somehow manage to get hold of the papers and find some way to ruin the deal. Her husband Jack had been less than understanding when she called home to let him know that she had to suddenly jet across the Atlantic with no warning at all and so on top of everything else she'd ended up getting into an argument with him.

Stephanie had never been overly fond of flying and , while the ride from the States had been as smooth and uneventful as anyone could have hoped for, the idea of spending six and a half hours sealed into a plane just so she could deliver some paperwork and then spend six and a half hours flying back home was torturous to say the least.

She'd had high hopes that the in-flight movie might distract her and help her pass the time, but they had screened that film about a plane crashing in the mountains and the survivors resorting to cannibalism. Somebody out there, she judged, had a very sick sense of humor to show them something like that She had also brought along a book to read, but the paperback romance novel only ended up depressing her as she couldn't help but compare the dashing hero to the boring husband she was currently so very angry with.

There had been one bright spot to the trip journey however, but even that had been somewhat disconcerting to her.

She had gotten up at one point to stretch her legs and somehow found herself having a conversation with one of the flight attendants, a sweet little blonde who was probably about her age.. Both women had been surprised to learn how much they had in common and had ended up spending most of the flight talking about everything and nothing. During the course of this conversation, Stephanie was surprised but not entirely displeased to realize that the woman was flirting with her.

Though she'd never had the nerve to actually try it, Stephanie had always been intensely curious about what it might be like to have sex with another woman. Considering how depressed and upset she was over everything else, she found the idea of having a little fling with this girl extraordinarily appealing. After all, it would give her the chance to finally see what it was like to be with another woman, she would very probably never see this young lady again and so it wasn't really like it was going to evolve into a long-term and marriage-threatening affair, and there wasn't the slightest risk that her husband or anyone else she knew would ever find out considering they were on the far side of an ocean.

Stephanie had been flirting right back at that flight attendant and thoroughly enjoying it when the girl suggested exactly what the business woman had been thinking. Running a bold hand through Stephanie's hair, she'd bluntly suggested that they find a hotel as soon as they landed and spend a few hours in bed together.

Well, as much fun as the fantasy had been, the idea of actually doing it was more than Stephanie could handle. After completely humiliating herself by stammering out some lame, implausible excuse, she had almost run back to her seat and spent the rest of the flight avoiding even looking at that young woman.

She'd been driving herself crazy arguing with herself ever since. On the one hand she was kicking herself for passing up the opportunity to live out a dream she'd had for as long as she could remember without any risk of getting caught. On the other hand though, she kept reminding herself that cheating on her husband was the most brutally intimate and personal sort of betrayal possible and that she would have to spend the rest of her life living with the knowledge that she had done that to someone she honestly did love with all her heart.

Now, glad to be off that airplane at long last and even more glad that she had escaped the woman who had raised such conflicted feelings inside her, Stephanie found herself standing in Heathrow airport and trying to find her bearings. She had understood that Selma was coming to meet her and collect the documents she had brought, but lost in this sea of humanity she couldn't begin to guess how she was supposed to find her.

She need not have been concerned however as she turned just in time to see Ms. Carrington sweeping towards her, easily carving a path through the mob of people who seemed to be in a great hurry to get out of her way. Stephanie could not help but take a moment just to soak in the sight of this woman.

She had always admired, respected, and been impressed by Selma Carrington, but had never before had the opportunity to see her outside the office and she took full advantage of this situation.

Selma was a middle-aged woman with an air of absolute and unshakable self-confidence. She wore little make-up, did not spend hours working to get her shoulder-length hair styled just right and yet she could only be described as a very beautiful woman. Her figure did not have anything like the silicon enhanced curves of a porn star and yet she stared in the sexual fantasies of a great many people. Her success in her career had made her a very wealthy woman and yet she never went to those expensive boutiques to buy her clothes and what little jewelry she wore was small, inconspicuous and tasteful.

The executive did seem to have a taste for powerful and very fast cars though. When she had first seen the beast Ms. Carrington drove in the office buildings underground parking lot, Stephanie had assumed it probably belonged to an older, balding man who was trying to compensate for something until she saw whose parking spot it was.

"Stephanie! Thank God, you're here at last!" Selma said as she reached her assistant and took the case from her. "Did you have any trouble finding all the documents I asked for?"

The younger woman shook her head. "Not at all, ma'am. That secretary of your's is an absolute model of efficiency. She knew exactly where everything was and we had it all gathered and ready to go within a half-hour."

Selma smiled. "Yeah, Tammy's a real treasure all right. I'm sorry you had to rush all the way over here like this at the last minute though. I've had to rush all over the world plenty of times on short notice so I know just how inconvenient that can be." There was real sympathy in her voice and the other woman's heart lightened just a little to know that someone like this really appreciated all the trouble she had been put to.

"Thanks, but it's all right," Stephanie answered even though it was a little white lie. "These things just happen sometimes."

"It's still not right," Selma told her, reaching out to put a sympathetic arm around the other woman. "But don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Come on now - let's go get your luggage."

Stephanie had been more than a little pleased when that arm went around her shoulders and she could not have stopped herself from leaning into her boss if she tried. She felt like she could just melt into her as she felt the warmth of the other woman's body and took in a lungful of her exquisite scent. She might even have sighed contentedly if she hadn't suddenly noticed what Selma had just said.

"Luggage? I don't have any. I understood that I'd be leaving on the very next flight for home so I just went straight from the office to the airport."

Selma seemed surprised to hear this. "Is that what those bastard's told you?" Selma roared, not giving a damn about the stares of the startled people around them. "They told you to fly all the way over here and then turn around and fly all the way back home!" This news seemed to both surprise and infuriate her. "Don't worry, I'll have a few words with them just as soon as we get back."

Stephanie didn't know what to say to that, hardly able to believe that someone like Selma Carrington would care enough about a simple subordinate like her to stand up to their bosses on her behalf. She felt her face warm with a blush and didn't even realize that she was snuggling a little deeper into the woman's comforting and protective embrace.

"Just think of this as a sort of working vacation," Selma continued, giving the girl a squeeze and thoroughly enjoying the way she was melting into her. "You'll stay over for a couple of days and help me with these meetings, but you should have plenty of time to play tourist and do some sight-seeing. What do you think about that?" She didn't wait for an answer though and, without breaking their embrace for an instant, turned them and started them slowly walking towards the exit.

"I'd love that!" the younger woman gushed, tempted to return the hug she was getting by slipping an arm around Selma's waist. "I don't know how I can, though. I don't have anything to wear, I don't have any of my toiletries, and to top it off I don't have any place to stay."

"Don't worry about a thing, Stephanie. I have a whole suite so you can stay with me. As for the rest, I think a shopping trip is in order."
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Weighed down with several shopping bags, which she had adamantly refused to even consider letting Selma help carry, Stephanie followed her boss into the luxurious hotel suite they would be sharing for the next couple of days.

Considering how angry and frustrated she had been when she set foot in Great Britain just a few hours ago, she was in a remarkably good mood now and knew that she would treasure the memory of this day for the rest of her life. As her executive assistant, she knew better than most that Selma had many important things to take care of and so she was just overwhelmed that she would take the time to help her out.

When they left the airport, Stephanie had not been completely surprised to find that her boss had chosen to rent a car to give herself complete freedom of movement rather than force herself to rely on the London's public transportation system. It surprised her even less to see that she had gotten herself a racy little sports car! For a girl born and raised in the United States, it had seemed so odd to be sitting on the left hand side of the car's front seat and not be the one who was driving . . .

The two women had hit a number of cute little clothing boutiques first to find Stephanie some things to wear and Selma had taken complete control of everything right from the start. The young assistant was deeply flattered when her boss picked out some outfits for her and even paid for them out of her own pocket.

Selma may not have chosen to wear expensive designer clothes, but she seemed to have an innate understanding of what would look the best on her young companion. She also proved to be an expert at judging sizes and there was no question in Stephanie's mind that each article of clothing would fit her perfectly.

They next went to a fashionable little store to collect what toiletries Stephanie would be needing. Once more, Selma went for some pretty expensive merchandise and her assistant was appalled to realize how much she would be spending on her. She begged and pleaded to be allowed to pay for at least some of this herself and her heart fluttered when Selma absolutely refused to even consider the notion.

When they finally reached the hotel, Stephanie's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open when she realized that she would be staying at the Excelsior, one of the ritziest and most expensive places in all of Europe. In her wildest dreams she never imagined that she would ever be able to stay at such a fabulous place for even one night!

Selma couldn't help but smile at her assistant's almost child-like excitement at being able to experience some of the finer things in life like this.

Now, safely ensconced in their plush suite at long last, Selma took the small case of documents and sat down at a table. "I'm going to need to go over these and make sure I have all my facts and figures straight." She motioned towards the open door at the far side of the room and added, "The bedroom's through there. Why don't you go and get all of your new things unpacked?"

"All right."

Selma's eyes dropped to her assistant's firm little ass as the younger woman headed for the door with her armload of bags. "You should probably call home as well," Selma called after her. "If your husband was expecting you to fly straight back home he'll probably get worried when you don't show up."

Stephanie stumbled slightly at this, the thought of her husband back home bringing her mood crashing down to earth. She really did need to call Jack and let him know what was going on, but just the thought of having to deal with him right now was making her feel ill.

At the table, Selma allowed herself a little smirk as she opened the case and started unpacking the documents.

With everything else that had happened to her today, the girl had not noticed that she'd said "bedroom" and not the plural "bedrooms." This suite only came with one bedroom and she couldn't wait to see what happened when her innocent young assistant suddenly realized that they would have to share a bed.

This was promising to get very interesting and Selma was now delighted that the company had forced Stephanie to fly all the way out here and into her clutches.

Sitting on the edge of the bed meanwhile, Stephanie made sure to keep the telephone conversation with her husband as brief as possible. She assured him that this was because the transatlantic phone rates were so outrageous, but really it was because Jack Lucas suddenly seemed so rude and stupid compared to the urbane and breathtakingly intelligent Ms. Carrington.

Whereas before she had been just as upset over having to fly off to London as him though, she now seemed perfectly content to be there and kept talking about how badly Selma needed her help. Jack was unsympathetic to the needs of Stephanie's boss however and so they ended up squabbling and arguing yet again. The young woman was only too happy to be able to hang up that phone and hurry back into the next room where Selma still sat at the table with her paperwork.

The two women spent the next few hours studying the documents and deciding on the best way to handle the owners of the British company at the meeting tomorrow. Even the adrenaline rush this day had turned into for her couldn't last forever though and soon Stephanie started to feel the combined effects of jet lag and exhaustion take their toll on her.

Selma thought it was adorable how the girl was fighting desperately to stay awake like a child who had stayed up past her bedtime and now was trying to pretend that they weren't sleepy even though she was yawning widely and studying the inside of her eyelids an awful lot. "My goodness, you must be exhausted! Why don't you go on to bed, Stephanie? I'll be along in just a little while."

Stephanie had risen to her slightly unsteady feet and indulged herself in a nice long stretch before what her boss had just said started to sink in. "What?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that there was only one bed?" Selma asked with studied innocence. "It looks like we're going to have to share . . ."

Stephanie stared, stunned by this revelation. She may have survived the temptation of that stewardess back on the plane, but she wasn't so sure that she could handle being in the same bed with Selma Carrington. Even if her boss wasn't plotting anything romantic, she couldn't be certain that she wouldn't do or say anything awkward or unforgivable herself in her present state of mind. Blind to how ironic it would be to have to sleep on a sofa while staying at one of the most luxurious hotels in existence, that's just what she offered to do.

Selma just laughed though and told her to stop being so silly. "I'm going to need you well rested and in peak condition for that meeting tomorrow," was the reason she insisted that they share the bed, keeping to herself for the moment the other reason.

Still looking a little uncertain, Stephanie withdrew to the bedroom to change into the romantic little nightie her boss had bought her for earlier and slide between the sheets. Though she was uncertain why, she wanted to stay awake and wait for the other woman to join her, but the combination of her weariness and that impossibly soft bed overcame her and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

When Selma walked into the room a couple of hours later, she took in the sight of that young woman sleeping in her bed with a broad smile. Chuckling softly to herself, she started getting undressed.
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Stephanie had apparently been even more exhausted than she'd thought. When she finally began to stir and opened her eyes to see how much sunlight was spilling in through the window, she realized that she must have slept late into the morning.

She knew that she should be getting up and seeing what needed to be done, but she just didn't want to. It felt way too good to be lying in that big soft bed all cuddled up against . . .

Her breath caught as she suddenly realized that she was snuggling with her boss, Selma Carrington!

Stephanie couldn't imagine how it could have possibly happened, but somehow during the night she had ended up lying up against the older woman, her body molding itself to Selma's. As if that wasn't bad enough though, Stephanie found that she had thrown a leg across both of her bosses and had wrapped her arms snugly around her middle. Even worse, was that Stephanie's head had somehow come to rest comfortably on the other woman's chest. Finally just to put the icing on the cake and make this situation just as uncomfortable for her as possible, she was pressed up against Selma's so tightly that there was no question at all in Stephanie's mind that the executive was completely nude.

Stephanie couldn't imagine how she had ended up in this position, but couldn't help but note that she hadn't woken up curled up against her husband like this in years!

Safe in the knowledge that her young assistant could not see it with her head where it was, Selma couldn't help but smile playfully. The change in the girl's breathing told her that she had finally woken up and she could just imagine the thoughts that were going through Stephanie's mind right now.

Slowly, fearful of how her boss would react to this overly familiar behavior from a lowly subordinate, Stephanie raised her head and blue eyes met glittering green eyes. She was deeply relieved to see that the older woman was smiling, but it didn't entirely quell her concerns. "Um, I . . ."

"It's all right, Stephanie. Don't panic." Selma couldn't help but laugh a little at the worried look on the girl's face. "Everything's all right." The smile on her face got a little less playful then, replaced with a look that made her assistant's heart race. "Besides, we could all use a little cuddle once in a while."

Stephanie was unable to resist and her eyes dropped to take a closer look at the naked woman who lay beneath her. Selma may have reached middle-age, but she obviously worked out to keep herself in shape and her full bosom still looked deliciously firm and tempting. Stephanie was a little startled to realize that she wanted to lie back down with the other woman.

Seeing that her assistant's eyes had dipped, Selma gave her plenty of time to have a nice long look. "Sorry, but I got used to sleeping in the buff back in college," she purred, "and now I can't get to sleep anymore if I have anything at all on." Noticing how the girl's eyes still had not strayed from her tits and how shallow and rapid the girl's breathing was, Selma couldn't stop herself from inquiring in a husky voice, "You don't mind, do you?"

Stephanie jumped at this and hastily dragged her eyes back up with a tiny giggle, her face flushing a very bright red. "No, not at all."

Selma could see that her young assistant was feeling too embarrassed about scoping her out for anything to happen right now and so she was forced to put any lewd and lascivious designs she may have had on the younger woman on hold for a while. She decided Stephanie needed just a little more work before she would be ready to put out for her and so she decided to pamper her a little more.

"I guess it's about time we were getting up this morning," she said decisively, putting an end to the awkward moment at long last. "We've got a busy day ahead of us."

The girl finally rolled completely off her boss and was only too happy to get out of that bed before she humiliated herself even more. Selma just threw the sheets off meanwhile and sat up on the bed, making sure that her assistant had ample opportunity to have another good look. Stephanie took full advantage of this opportunity as well and a small sigh escaped her. Snapping back to reality with a violent start, Stephanie blushed again and ran for the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Selma just smiled as she watched her assistant disappear, knowing that she would soon own that young woman's heart and body. Reaching across to the telephone resting on the bedside table, she picked up the handset and dialed the front desk.
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If Stephanie had been flattered by all the attention her boss had lavished on her the previous day, what happened today simply overwhelmed her.

She had emerged from her shower to find that Selma had arranged for her to spend most of the day in this exclusive hotel's large and elaborate spa. Just thinking about spending almost the whole day being primped and pampered to within an inch of her life by the professionals down in that spa was thrilling to the young woman and yet she tried to refuse, knowing how expensive it would be and thinking that Selma had already done more than enough for her.

Selma would not take no for an answer however and in the end Stephanie would graciously accept, wondering how she would ever repay the other woman for all the kindness she had shown her since her arrival in London.

They literally had everything here, including an attentive and skilled staff, and Stephanie had felt like a queen as they catered to her every whim. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been if Selma had come to spend the day with her, but the executive had begged off saying that she wanted to go over all the documents again to make sure she was ready for the meeting later that day.

As evening started to settle over the city, Stephanie found herself back in Selma's suite helping to get everything set up for the meeting that would take place there. The young woman was deliriously happy and just could not seem to stop smiling. She also couldn't stop thanking Selma for everything she had done and had even impulsively hugged her! She was more than a little startled to find herself wrapped around the other woman again, but Selma had not seemed to mind and had actually hugged her back warmly.

Then the owners of the British company arrived though and everything had to be business-like again.

Mr. Archibald Lincoln was an older man who had not only founded his own company but had skillfully built it up into the international success it was today. The woman who clung to his arm was very attractive and looked young enough to be his grand-daughter but was introduced to the young assistant as Archibald's wife Melinda.

Assuming that the woman was just some kind of air-headed trophy wife, Stephanie naturally guessed that Archibald would be conducting all of the negotiations with Selma. She was quickly proven wrong though as the doddering old man proved to be practically senile while his sexy young wife had one of the sharpest minds the girl had ever seen.

Leaving the actual negotiating entirely in Selma's capable hands, Stephanie efficiently bustled about making sure everyone had the documents they needed in front of them and providing everyone with something to drink. The old man simply fell asleep on the couch about halfway through the meeting, Stephanie noticed with a small and carefully hidden smile, but it wasn't as if he had been contributing much more than long and boring stories about how he had started with nothing but a dream in any case.

Stephanie noticed something else as well. Right from the start it was very evident that Melinda Lincoln found Selma extremely attractive. The young wife may have confined herself to significant looks, soft smiles and a few double-entendres as long as her husband was still awake, but it progressed to outright flirting just as soon as they noticed that Archibald had dropped off. The young assistant found herself seething with jealousy over all the attention the woman was paying to her boss. It didn't help the girl's mood either when she saw just how much Selma seemed to be enjoying it and how she was freely flirting back.

Telling herself that she was so upset by all of this only because Melinda was a married woman and because the hussy was practically throwing herself at someone else even as her husband slept soundly and peacefully just a couple of feet away, Stephanie refused to consider that her jealousy might have been sparked by anything else.

However attracted the two women might have been to each other, the meeting was still a long one and the negotiations were difficult and at times quite tense, but in the end everyone was happy with what they were getting out of the deal.

Once all the papers were signed and all the details had been taken care of, the two business women stood up. Leaning in, Melinda kissed the American woman lightly on the cheek and purred in a sultry voice, "It's been such a pleasure to do business with you, my darling." Stephanie clenched her hands tightly into fists but forced herself not to march over there and chase that whore away from her boss. "Why don't we all get together for brunch tomorrow? There's a lot more that I would like to . . . discuss with you."

Selma just greeted that thinly veiled suggestion with a smile. "That sounds like a great idea to me."

This was all too much for poor Stephanie and, as the two women made plans for when and where they would meet, the girl had to turn her back to hide the angry and hurt expression that was on her face. She busied herself with gathering up all of the documents and paperwork in the hope that neither of them would notice how emotional she was becoming. Stephanie was appalled when Melinda invited Selma over to the Lincoln's home and was even more so when her boss readily accepted.

With her still drowsy husband stumbling along beside her, completely unaware that his beautiful young bride had just made a date with someone else for the next day, Melinda was once again the very picture of the loving and attentive wife as she helped her elderly husband out the door.

Selma turned back to her assistant then to find herself faced with the girl's back and allowed herself a small smirk. It was obvious that Stephanie was very upset and there was no question in her mind about why. Selma decided to pretend that she hadn't noticed the girl's jealousy and carefully hid that smirk as she cheerfully told her, "Well, that sure seemed to go well. I think the board of directors back home is going to be delighted with the deal we struck here today."

Stephanie didn't trust herself to reply. She was still fuming over the fact that someone as wonderful as Selma Carrington would have anything to do with a cheap little tramp like that Melinda Lincoln. She felt as if she should be doing something to protect her boss from being soiled by that hussy.

Walking over to the girl, Selma slipped an arm around her waist and was rewarded when Stephanie responded by leaning into her. "You seem a little upset, Stephanie," she ventured, careful that her voice and face projected nothing but absolute innocence. "Is anything wrong? Have I done something to upset you?"

Stephanie's mind was whirling. Melinda was certainly a very beautiful woman and she could certainly see why Selma might be interested in sleeping with her, but the girl had made up her mind that she couldn't let that happen. The question she couldn't find an answer to however was how she could possibly keep it from happening. What was there that she could possibly do that would make her forget about Melinda.

Securely and comfortably held by Selma's arm, Stephanie looked up at her and found herself mesmerized by the older woman's deep and hypnotic green eyes. She had to use all of her willpower to resist the impulse to lean in and just kiss her.

Stephanie could hardly deny that she was very attracted to the other woman, but then again Selma was her boss and, whether she rejected her or they actually ended up in bed, it would probably make things back at the office very weird for the both of them. Besides, some little voice at the back of her head reminded her, what about her husband back home? If she couldn't cheat on him with that flight attendant, what made her think she could do it with her boss?

"It's nothing," she said at last, tearing her eyes away from Selma's with an effort. "I'm fine. Really."

Selma pretended to accept that, but she knew the girl was lying. It tickled her to know that her young assistant was just green with envy over the thought of her going to bed with Melinda Lincoln. However useful that jealousy might be in getting Stephanie into her bed though, Selma had already decided she would have to take steps to break the girl of that possessive streak. The business woman had more than her fair share of playmates and the last thing she needed was for any one of them to start getting cranky about the others.

Going to the phone, Selma called up room service and had them send up a bottle of their very best champagne. "After all," she told her executive assistant with a big smile, "we have something to celebrate!"

The next couple of hours were spent sprawled comfortably together on the couch as they drank a very fine champagne, congratulating each other for a job well done and just generally patting themselves on the back. It soon became clear which of them wasn't used to drinking this much though and Selma watched in amusement as her tipsy assistant began regaling her with all kinds of intimate, personal stories that she never would have shared otherwise.

The business executive listened as the other woman complained about how difficult it was to keep going sometimes when her husband was more interested in the ball game on TV and in having her make sure she got home in time every day to put his supper on the table on time than he was in whether or not she succeeded or found any fulfillment in her career. Selma really couldn't have cared less about the younger woman's husband of course, but she had to figure that a little trouble at home would help put this young woman into her bed.

A little later, when Stephanie was a bit more thoroughly sloshed, she started talking about the flight over from the States and that stewardess in particular. Her attraction to other women was one of Stephanie's most closely guarded secrets and she had never talked to any of her friends or family about it, but she freely shared the information with Selma. The girl was trying to make a point about how much she loved her husband and would never do anything to hurt him or their relationship, but all her boss heard was that she was even less likely to resist when she finally put the moves on her.

Stephanie tried to segue the point she was making about not betraying one's spouse into an argument that Selma should not go to that meeting with Melinda the next day. She tried to make it sound as if she just didn't approve of the British woman cheating on her husband, but in came out sounding more like jealousy.

"You're right, of course," Selma said with a grin. "Melinda does want to get laid tomorrow. Remember that she invited the both of us though. You can rest assured that her husband won't be there and so it seems to me that she's interested in a threesome."

Stephanie's mouth fell open. This was something she had not thought of.

"The business world can be a very difficult one for a woman, my dear. There are still plenty of men who think we should be back home barefoot and pregnant," she informed the younger woman. "We have to be three times better than a man just to be considered his equal! If you really want to succeed, you have to be prepared to make use of all of your assets and not hamper yourself with a lot of restrictions. If someone finds you attractive and will give you what you want in exchange for some time in your pants, then why not let them throw a quick fuck into you?"

Stephanie just sat still and listened to the lesson her boss was teaching her. There were all kinds of rules and regulations that said that men and women were equals and that she shouldn't have to put out for anybody to succeed, but the assistant had been working long enough by then to know that there were ways to get around any law and that those who were in power knew all of the loopholes. If someone came on to her, her first instinct would always have been to call it sexual harassment and complain to their superiors, but now Selma was sitting here telling her that it was okay to be used as someone's sex toy so long as she got something out of it too.

"Besides, it's kind of like what almost happened between you and that flight attendant," Selma continued. "It's surprisingly easy to get laid on company time without your husband or anyone else ever knowing about it. Most of the people who will want to fuck you are married too and so you can be sure they won't be gossiping or spreading rumors about you."

Taking the girl's champagne glass from her, Selma put them both down on a conveniently placed table and then slid a little closer to her. "Discretion is the key though. Since he probably has even more to lose than you, it's pretty easy to get away with fucking the boss. On the other hand, if you start putting out for some hunk down in the mail room, he's got a lot less incentive to keep his mouth shut about it. What I'm saying is that no matter how much more appealing that young stud in the mail room might be than those crotchety old geezers up on the company's board of directors, if you truly value your career and your marriage and want to keep them both, you will be very picky about who you fuck."

A heavy silence fell over the room then as the business woman let her executive assistant digest what she had just been told. Stephanie wasn't foolish enough to think that her boss had gotten as far as she had simply because she was willing to open her legs, but she also had to believe that someone who was as successful as her had to know what they were talking about.

With a soft smile on her lips, Selma reached up then to lightly brush the back of her hand across the younger woman's cheek. Stephanie could not resist leaning into the feather-light caress and her eyes rose to find her bosses. "Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to, but you're never going to be able to get ahead in this business until you decide to make use of all the tools at your disposal." She slid even closer to her and asked, "Will you come along tomorrow and help me . . . entertain Mrs. Lincoln?"

Stephanie just gazed deeply into the other woman's eyes for a long moment, her heart pounding so loudly that she almost didn't hear the question. All thoughts of her husband back home were now forgotten as she became lost in the other woman's presence. "But I've never been with a woman before," she whimpered breathlessly, "I wouldn't even know what to do."

"Don't you worry about that," Selma told her. "Tonight, I'm going to give you a few lessons." She leaned in close, hesitated very briefly to see if her assistant would shy away, and then kissed her lips lingeringly.

Stephanie was only too eager to return the kiss, leaning forward herself to make it even firmer and her mouth opening to make it even deeper. The women would spend the next half-hour or so just like this, leaning into each other and sharing long, hungry kisses of sweet exploration. Well aware that they had all night and did not need to fear being disturbed by anyone, they took their time and just enjoyed themselves.

The younger woman's body felt as if it had been supercharged. She hadn't felt this good in years - not since she and Jack were still courting and just starting to realize how much they loved each other. That thought ignited an ember of doubt in the girl's mind about whether or not she should be doing this, but for the time being it was being drowned out by all the wondrous sensations that Selma was giving her.

Selma's hand had remained to cradle the side of the younger woman's face as she kissed her, but now it started to drift down her throat in a very obvious direction. Stephanie knew where it was going and so she threw back her shoulders and pushed out her firm bosom for her boss to take hold of. Once that wandering hand had cupped a pert breast, the thumb flicking back and forth across the erect and very sensitive nipple, the passion of their kissing seemed to increase tenfold and deep moans of pleasure started to bubble up from the backs of their throats.

That tiny ember of doubt flickered gently, growing just a little stronger as an image of how happy both she and Jack had been at their wedding flashed unbidden through her mind. The years of marriage that followed hadn't all been perfectly happy to be sure, but they had always before somehow managed to work through all of those rough patches. This wasn't the first time she had ever argued with her husband and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last, but did it really justify her cheating on him like this? All of this flashed through her mind, but once again was swamped and buried under all of the more pleasurable sensations that Selma was giving her.

Selma's other hand came to rest on Stephanie's knee and started to slowly glide upwards towards that most intimate of places. The girl gasped and spread her legs apart to let that hand go wherever it liked, astonished to realize that she was already so aroused that she might have an orgasm without even having to take any of her clothes off.

That flickering ember flared a little brighter within the girl as her conscious continued to argue with her. In today's world, surely it was possible for a woman to get ahead without having to prostitute herself for any man or woman. In the long run, wouldn't it be far more satisfying to know that she had earned her success through hard work rather than by fucking her way to the top?

Real doubts about what she was doing were now starting to filter through at long last, but it wasn't until she felt Selma's hand get a firm grip on her crotch, taking possession of something that rightfully belonged to her husband alone, that she pushed herself free of the older woman with a regretful whimper.

Selma hid her annoyance as the girl retreated, realizing that she had pushed her a little too far a little too soon. "Is something wrong, Stephanie?" she asked innocently but in a voice made deep and throaty with the emotion the other woman had unleashed in her.​