“Do you feel how wet I am for you?” I heard Claire whisper, her voice trembling with desire.

I froze, my hand hovering on the doorknob, my breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t meant to stumble into this. It was late—a Friday night—and I’d come back to the office to grab my jacket. But now, I was standing there, peering through the sliver of light escaping the cracked door, unable to look away.

Inside, Claire—the intern, barely 22, with her innocent doe eyes and her too-big blazers—was spread across the desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist. And on her knees in front of her was her. Vanessa, the boss. The kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. Sharp, commanding, with this aura of power that made you want to obey her every word. And here she was, her perfectly manicured hands gripping Claire’s thighs, her lips—god, those lips—inches away from Claire’s glistening core.

I should’ve walked away. I knew I should’ve walked away. But I couldn’t. It was like watching a train wreck—horrifying and mesmerizing all at once.

“Vanessa,” Claire moaned, her back arching off the desk. “Please.”

Vanessa smirked, that unshakable confidence radiating from her as she leaned in closer. “You’ve been such a good girl for me,” she purred, her voice low and husky. “I think you’ve earned this.”

And then she did it. She licked a slow, deliberate stripe up Claire’s pussy, and the sound that escaped Claire’s lips was something I’d never be able to unhear.

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like an intruder, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not yet. Not when every fiber of my being was screaming at me to stay and watch.

It hadn’t started like this, of course. None of us could’ve predicted it.

Claire had been with the company for about three months. She was fresh out of college, bright-eyed and eager to prove herself. Vanessa, on the other hand, was the kind of boss who inspired both admiration and fear. She was ruthless in the boardroom, but she had this magnetic charm that made you want to earn her approval.

At first, it seemed like their relationship was purely professional. Vanessa would assign Claire tasks, and Claire would knock them out of the park. But then, things started to shift. I noticed the way Vanessa’s eyes would linger on Claire a little longer than necessary, the way Claire would blush whenever Vanessa praised her. It was subtle, but it was there.

And then there was that one Friday night—the night everything changed.

I’d stayed late to finish up a project, and so had Claire. Vanessa had been in her office all day, but she hadn’t left yet. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

Around 8 PM, I saw Claire walk into Vanessa’s office, a stack of papers in her hands. I didn’t think anything of it—Claire was always running errands for Vanessa. But then, as I was packing up to leave, I heard it. The soft murmur of voices, the unmistakable sound of a desk creaking under weight.

I shouldn’t have gone to investigate. I knew I shouldn’t have. But curiosity got the better of me.

And that’s how I found myself standing outside Vanessa’s office, my heart racing as I watched the scene unfold through the cracked door.

“You taste so fucking good,” Vanessa groaned, her lips never leaving Claire’s pussy. She was devouring her, like she’d been starving for it.

Claire’s hands were tangled in Vanessa’s hair, her hips bucking against Vanessa’s mouth. “More,” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “I need more.”

Vanessa obliged, her tongue working in circles around Claire’s clit, her fingers slipping inside her with ease. Claire let out a strangled cry, her back arching off the desk as Vanessa pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

I was transfixed, my own body reacting in ways I didn’t want to admit. I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. This was wrong. So wrong. But I couldn’t look away.

“Vanessa,” Claire whimpered, her voice cracking as she reached her peak. “I’m—I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” Vanessa commanded, her voice firm but tender. “Come on my tongue, Claire.”

And Claire did. Her entire body shuddered as she came, her cries echoing through the empty office. Vanessa didn’t let up, her tongue and fingers working her through every wave of pleasure until Claire was a trembling, whimpering mess.

Vanessa finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she looked up at Claire. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection.

Claire let out a breathless laugh, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “You’re… incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Vanessa chuckled, standing up and leaning over Claire, her hands braced on either side of her. “And you’re mine,” she said, her voice low and possessive. “Don’t forget that.”

Before Claire could respond, Vanessa captured her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling together in a way that made my stomach twist with jealousy. I’d never seen Vanessa like this—vulnerable, passionate, human. It was intoxicating.

And then, just as quickly as it had started, Vanessa pulled away, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her blouse as if nothing had happened. “Clean yourself up,” she said, her voice back to its usual commanding tone. “We should get out of here before someone sees us.”

Claire nodded, quickly sitting up and adjusting her clothes, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Yes, boss,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

I finally stepped away from the door, my heart still racing as I tried to process what I’d just witnessed. I didn’t know what this meant—for them, for me, for the office. All I knew was that I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

I froze. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it from across the room. Claire’s eyes locked onto mine through the crack in the door, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. She didn’t look surprised, or angry, or embarrassed. Instead, there was a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her face, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along.

“Someone’s been naughty,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. Vanessa turned her head sharply, her eyes narrowing as she followed Claire’s gaze to where I stood, half-hidden in the doorway. I expected her to scold me, to demand I leave, but instead, she raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk that mirrored Claire’s.

“Well, well,” Vanessa said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Looks like we have an audience.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh, stop lying,” Claire interrupted, her voice teasing as she slid off the desk, her movements slow and deliberate. She sauntered toward the door, her hips swaying with every step. “You’ve been watching us this whole time, haven’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. My mind was a jumbled mess of guilt and desire, and all I could do was nod weakly. Claire’s smirk widened, and she reached out, her fingers curling around the edge of the door and pulling it open wider.

“Don’t be shy,” she said, her voice a whisper now, laced with something dangerously inviting. “Come in.”

I hesitated for a moment, my feet rooted to the spot, but then Vanessa spoke, her voice sharp and commanding. “Now.”

That one word sent a jolt through me, and before I could think better of it, I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension that made my skin tingle. Claire was standing close now, so close I could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something else, something heady and intoxicating.

“Do you want to join us?” she asked, her voice soft, almost innocent, but her eyes told a different story. They were dark, hungry, and they bore into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I glanced past her to where Vanessa stood, leaning casually against the desk, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked every bit the boss she was—confident, in control, but there was something else in her expression now, something raw and unguarded that made my stomach twist with anticipation.

“Well?” Vanessa prompted, her voice low and steady. “Do you?”

I swallowed again, my pulse racing as I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible.

Claire’s smirk deepened, and she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my arm. “Good,” she said, her voice a sultry murmur. “We’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

I didn’t have time to process what she meant before she stepped closer, her body pressing against mine as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “Let me show you what it’s like to be with two women who know exactly what they want.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the heat building in the pit of my stomach. I glanced over at Vanessa again, and this time, she was watching us with a look that made my breath catch. There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes, the way they darkened with every passing second.

“Claire,” Vanessa said, her voice low and commanding. “Bring him here.”

Claire didn’t hesitate. She took my hand, pulling me toward the desk where Vanessa stood. My heart was pounding now, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. The pull between us was too strong, too magnetic, and I let myself be led, my body moving on its own.

When we reached the desk, Vanessa straightened, her gaze locking onto mine. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with something dangerous.

I nodded, my throat tight. “Yes,” I managed to choke out.

Vanessa’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. “Good.”

She stepped closer, her body inches from mine now, and I could feel the heat radiating off her. She reached up, her fingers brushing lightly against my cheek before trailing down to my jaw, her touch sending sparks through my skin.

“You’re lucky,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Not many people get to see this side of me.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent, my breath coming in shallow gasps as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “But if you’re going to join us,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down my spine, “you’re going to have to follow my rules.”

I nodded again, my heart racing as I whispered, “Whatever you want.”

Vanessa’s smile widened, and she pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach twist. “Good boy.”

Before I could respond, Claire stepped up behind me, her hands sliding around my waist as she pressed her body against mine. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck. “We’ll take good care of you.”

I could feel the heat of her body against my back, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. My mind was spinning, my body on fire, and I could barely think straight as Vanessa stepped closer, her hands moving to the buttons of my shirt.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, her voice low and sultry as she began to undo the buttons one by one.

I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My body was already responding to their touches, to the way they moved around me with such confidence and control. I let Vanessa undress me, her fingers brushing against my skin with every button she undid, until my shirt fell open, and she pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Claire’s hands moved up my chest, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. “Let us help you relax.”

I closed my eyes, my breath hitching as her hands continued to explore my body, her touch sending sparks through my skin. Vanessa reached for my belt now, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle before sliding it free and letting it fall to the floor.

“Step out of your pants,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with something soft, almost tender.

I obeyed without hesitation, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my pants until I was standing there in nothing but my boxers. Claire’s hands moved down to my hips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she began to pull them down.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I didn’t stop her. My body was too far gone, too consumed by the desire that was burning through me. I let her pull them down, the cool air hitting my skin as I stood there, completely exposed.

Vanessa’s eyes raked over me, her gaze lingering on every inch of my body before she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to brush lightly against my chest. “Impressive,” she murmured, her voice low and approving.

I didn’t know how to respond, so I stayed silent, my breath coming in shallow gasps as her hand trailed lower, her fingers brushing against my stomach before moving even lower.

Claire stepped up beside me now, her hands moving to my hips as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” she whispered, her voice laced with promise.

I closed my eyes, my body trembling as Vanessa’s hand moved lower, her fingers wrapping around me with a firm, confident grip. I could feel the heat building inside me, the pressure mounting with every touch, every brush of her fingers, and I knew I was already close, too close.

“Not yet,” Vanessa murmured, her voice soft but commanding as she pulled her hand away.

I opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I looked at her, pleading silently for more. Vanessa’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile, and she stepped back, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Lie down on the desk,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with something soft, almost tender.

I obeyed without hesitation, my hands shaking as I climbed onto the desk, lying down on the cool surface. Vanessa stepped up beside me, her hands moving to my hips as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“You’re going to have to be patient,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Don’t come until I say so.”

I nodded weakly, my body trembling with anticipation as Claire stepped up on the other side of the desk, her hands moving to my chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine.

“Don’t worry,” she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. “We’re just getting started.”

And then, before I could respond, her lips captured mine in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as Vanessa’s hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against my thighs, and I knew I was in for the ride of my life.