The office was empty except for the three of them. Maya, Lena, and the man who held the files. He sat behind the desk, the folder open, photos spread like playing cards. Maya’s face burned when she saw the images of her and Lena in the supply closet last month, hands under skirts, mouths locked together. Lena stood rigid beside her, fists clenched.
“You both know what happens if these go to HR,” he said, voice low and even.
“Or to your boyfriends. Or your families.”
Maya swallowed. “What do you want?”
He leaned back. “You. Both of you. On your knees first. Then whatever else I decide.”
Lena’s breath hitched, but she didn’t argue. They had already discussed it in the car on the way over. The photos were real. The consequences were real. So they stepped forward together.
Maya dropped first, knees hitting the carpet. Lena followed a second later. His belt came undone with a sharp click. He freed himself, already hard, and Maya took him into her mouth without being told. The taste was salt and skin, the weight heavy on her tongue. She worked him deep, throat tightening, while Lena watched, cheeks flushed.
He gripped Maya’s hair and pulled her off, then guided Lena’s head down. Lena sucked him slower, more hesitant, but he pushed deeper until she gagged. Maya reached under Lena’s skirt, fingers sliding into her panties, finding her already wet. Lena moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him.
“Strip,” he ordered.
They stood. Blouses open, bras unhooked, skirts pushed down. Maya’s breasts were smaller, nipples tight and dark. Lena’s were fuller, heavy. He made them stand side by side while he touched, squeezing, pinching until both women were breathing hard. Then he bent Maya over the desk.
He entered her without warning, thick and sudden. Maya gasped, forehead pressed to the wood. He fucked her hard, each thrust pushing her forward, the edge of the desk biting her hips. Lena knelt behind him, licking where they joined, tongue dragging over his shaft and Maya’s clit in turns. Maya came first, thighs shaking, a sharp cry escaping her.
He pulled out and turned to Lena. She bent over the same spot, ass up. He took her slower at first, then harder when she pushed back against him. Maya moved to Lena’s side, reaching under to rub her clit in tight circles. Lena’s moans grew louder until she clenched around him, coming with a broken sound.
They weren’t done. He made them kneel again, taking turns sucking him until he finished across both their faces and open mouths. Cum dripped down Maya’s chin onto her breasts; Lena licked it from her own lips.
“Every Friday,” he said, tucking himself away. “Same time. Or the files go out.”
Maya and Lena left the office together, faces cleaned but still flushed. In the elevator Lena reached for Maya’s hand, squeezing once. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. The arrangement was set, the power fixed, and the heat already building again for next week.
