War on the 85th Floor

Amber: "Can you put them together? Like over here?" As Amber spoke, she motioned and moved, pointing out an area in the center of the floor.

Jennifer: "And what if, if you put my computer here."

Amber: "And mine here." The two assistants' fingers pointed to spots directly opposed to one another.

John: "Would you want a separator between your legs?"

Jennifer and Amber: "No! No..."

John. "Ok. What else?"

Jennifer: "How about a copy room behind the desks. A private one, with a door that closed and locked."

John: "You know there isn't a lot of room back there, the room would be small. Barely enough room for one of you, let alone two. Like I could make it long and narrow, but that's about it."

Amber: "That's fine!"

Jennifer: "Sounds perfect."

John: "Alright, anything else?"

Amber: "Uh, we'll let you know.

Jennifer: "Yeah, keep the plans open."

John: "Can do."

Bolstered by a desire to impress, and a budget without limitation, the floor quickly transformed from its original concept and design, into a veritable playground, in which Jennifer and Amber could test themselves against one another.

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Chapter 8:

[ Office Chat System:

8:01 AM -- Jennifer has logged on.

8:02 AM -- Amber has logged on. ]

[ Jennifer: "Alright, bitch, ready to g..." ] Even before Bennett's assistant could finish typing her opening challenge, she could feel the heel-less foot of her rival rub against her shin, through the opening between their newly moved, connected, and reconstructed desks.

[ Amber: "Been read..."] The favor was quickly returned, however, as Amber too felt herself interrupted by a soft caress.

Eyes darted back and forth, nervously, not to or at each other, but instead to the surrounds, each girl wanting to make sure that their newest hobby would not be discovered. Luckily, they were alone, and had requested that their desks be built in such a way, that anything that happened beneath it could be seen by no one other than perhaps Superman, or one of his kin. And so, in that privacy, they set to work, testing their feet, toes, and legs against each other's.

As an opening gambit, they pressed the full length of their feet together, sole against sole, trying to push the other back from their desk, until, before long, they settled on a stalemated position from which they tried to interlace their pantyhose-covered toes. Once they had so done, they tried to overpower the other, playing an odd game of mercy, with their feet, trying to bend the other's digits against their will -- each closing their eyes to enjoy the feeling of silk shifting against silk, and heel pressing against heel. Lust took each of them before long, causing their feet and toes to separate and move upward, tracing lines and paths up the others thigh, until finally they could use their outstretched toes to stimulate the other's clit. There they sat, lost in the the caress, and the feeling, more focused on pleasure than competition, that is until:

[Jennifer: "Biiiiittttccchhhh."]

[Amber: "Fuuuuccckkkk yoooouuuu'] Even their typing was broken and labored, using all of their energy to manipulate their digits well enough to bring their rival to orgasm.

[Jennifer: 'Cuuummm for me."]

[Amber: "Yooouuu first..."]

[Jennifer: "You can't maaaake me c..."]

The boast was cut off, by a sudden twist of Amber's toes, and a viscous orgasm that tore through Jennifer's body.

[Amber: "You were saying, cunt?"]

[Jennifer: "You got lucky."]

[Amber: "Uh, huh. Whatever. Now, slut, it's your turn."]

[Jennifer: "What does that mean? You want me to toe you, or...?']

[Amber: "Nope. I used my tongue on you in the shower. And now that I beat you, you need to use yours on me. So crawl under our desks, and lick me. NOW."]

[Jennifer: "You beat me at one thing, let's get that straight. And second, you're nuts, we'll get caught."]

[Amber: "I'll keep an eye out. So shut up, and please me, whore."]

[Jennifer: "Fine! But you better watch my back."]

After hitting send, Jennifer gave a final, good look around the room, slowly slid down her office chair, and crawled beneath the table. Deftly, and only half-reluctantly, the temporarily defeated brunette pulled her rival's pantyhose down, her panties aside, and with every effort she could muster, began to do exactly what she was told to do: please. And so she did, with the first touch of her tongue sending Amber into near convulsions, even though every ounce of her energy was focused on remaining upright and keeping up the appearance of looking busy. Jennifer's tongue placement and usage were masterful, matching without question Amber's shower floor heroics. So good was the reward granted, for a toe-gasm well-earned, that the pleasure-lost lookout let up on her vigil, and closed her eyes. All at that moment was forgotten by the seated assistant. Where she was. How she felt about Jennifer. And how precarious a position she was currently in. All she could think about, was how good the tongue flicking against her clit felt. But suddenly, all was remembered.

Bennett: "Uh, where is Jennifer?" The voice of Bennett asked quizzically, forcing Amber's eyes to shoot open in horror, as she tried to straighten herself in her chair. The sound was too near, meaning he was right behind her -- on the verge of seeing she who pleased under the table. Jennifer, for her part, had two options. One, hide, and hope Amber could collect herself, and fend off his questions, or two, continue, and make her rival's life hell. She chose the latter, for reasons even she couldn't list, thereafter redoubling her efforts, trying her best to make Amber squirm, or even cum, whilst Bennett looked on. Amber used her hands to try and fend off Jennifer's continued and intensified assault, but failed, as the expert tongue applied forced her to release in epic fashion, as waves of pleasure swept over her body, and juices, both sweet and forbidden, cascaded into her enemy's waiting mouth. She screamed out, her lust-filled voice echoing, and ricocheting off every wall of the 85th floor, leaving Bennett standing not but feet behind her, confused and worried about the state of his brother's assistant.

Bennett: "Are you ... alright?"

Amber: "..."

Bennett: "Amber?" The co-CEO tried to drop to a knee, to get a better look at Amber's face and eyes, worried that her scream was one of pain or panic. But, as quick as a hiccup, Jennifer had popped back out the other side of the connected desks, and without being noticed, made her way around, and grabbed her lover from behind.

Jennifer: "She'll be ok. I'll make sure of that."

Bennett: "Are you sure, what was that scream?"

Jennifer: "Well, one of us had a big meal. But, hey, you have a call coming in from Citigroup, honey. You need to take it. It's urgent."

Bennett: "Indigestion, got it. Anyway ... I better take it. You watch her."

Jennifer: "Oh I will. Always have."

Bennett: "Thanks." As Jennifer's naive lover went back to his office to wrestle with his phone, trying to find a call that never existed, Jennifer smirked.

[ Amber: "You. Fucking. Bitch." ] Amber typed after a moment of rest, only having barely recovered from being frozen in her chair, due to being mortified and fossilized by unbelievable pleasure.

[ Jennifer: "Yup. Thought you'd like that." ] Jennifer responded, when she made it back to her chair.

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Chapter 8:

[ Office Chat System:

8:01 AM -- Jennifer has logged on.

8:02 AM -- Amber has logged on. ]

[ Jennifer: "Alright, bitch, ready to g..." ] Even before Bennett's assistant could finish typing her opening challenge, she could feel the heel-less foot of her rival rub against her shin, through the opening between their newly moved, connected, and reconstructed desks.

[ Amber: "Been read..."] The favor was quickly returned, however, as Amber too felt herself interrupted by a soft caress.

Eyes darted back and forth, nervously, not to or at each other, but instead to the surrounds, each girl wanting to make sure that their newest hobby would not be discovered. Luckily, they were alone, and had requested that their desks be built in such a way, that anything that happened beneath it could be seen by no one other than perhaps Superman, or one of his kin. And so, in that privacy, they set to work, testing their feet, toes, and legs against each other's.

As an opening gambit, they pressed the full length of their feet together, sole against sole, trying to push the other back from their desk, until, before long, they settled on a stalemated position from which they tried to interlace their pantyhose-covered toes. Once they had so done, they tried to overpower the other, playing an odd game of mercy, with their feet, trying to bend the other's digits against their will -- each closing their eyes to enjoy the feeling of silk shifting against silk, and heel pressing against heel. Lust took each of them before long, causing their feet and toes to separate and move upward, tracing lines and paths up the others thigh, until finally they could use their outstretched toes to stimulate the other's clit. There they sat, lost in the the caress, and the feeling, more focused on pleasure than competition, that is until:

[Jennifer: "Biiiiittttccchhhh."]

[Amber: "Fuuuuccckkkk yoooouuuu'] Even their typing was broken and labored, using all of their energy to manipulate their digits well enough to bring their rival to orgasm.

[Jennifer: 'Cuuummm for me."]

[Amber: "Yooouuu first..."]

[Jennifer: "You can't maaaake me c..."]

The boast was cut off, by a sudden twist of Amber's toes, and a viscous orgasm that tore through Jennifer's body.

[Amber: "You were saying, cunt?"]

[Jennifer: "You got lucky."]

[Amber: "Uh, huh. Whatever. Now, slut, it's your turn."]

[Jennifer: "What does that mean? You want me to toe you, or...?']

[Amber: "Nope. I used my tongue on you in the shower. And now that I beat you, you need to use yours on me. So crawl under our desks, and lick me. NOW."]

[Jennifer: "You beat me at one thing, let's get that straight. And second, you're nuts, we'll get caught."]

[Amber: "I'll keep an eye out. So shut up, and please me, whore."]

[Jennifer: "Fine! But you better watch my back."]

After hitting send, Jennifer gave a final, good look around the room, slowly slid down her office chair, and crawled beneath the table. Deftly, and only half-reluctantly, the temporarily defeated brunette pulled her rival's pantyhose down, her panties aside, and with every effort she could muster, began to do exactly what she was told to do: please. And so she did, with the first touch of her tongue sending Amber into near convulsions, even though every ounce of her energy was focused on remaining upright and keeping up the appearance of looking busy. Jennifer's tongue placement and usage were masterful, matching without question Amber's shower floor heroics. So good was the reward granted, for a toe-gasm well-earned, that the pleasure-lost lookout let up on her vigil, and closed her eyes. All at that moment was forgotten by the seated assistant. Where she was. How she felt about Jennifer. And how precarious a position she was currently in. All she could think about, was how good the tongue flicking against her clit felt. But suddenly, all was remembered.

Bennett: "Uh, where is Jennifer?" The voice of Bennett asked quizzically, forcing Amber's eyes to shoot open in horror, as she tried to straighten herself in her chair. The sound was too near, meaning he was right behind her -- on the verge of seeing she who pleased under the table. Jennifer, for her part, had two options. One, hide, and hope Amber could collect herself, and fend off his questions, or two, continue, and make her rival's life hell. She chose the latter, for reasons even she couldn't list, thereafter redoubling her efforts, trying her best to make Amber squirm, or even cum, whilst Bennett looked on. Amber used her hands to try and fend off Jennifer's continued and intensified assault, but failed, as the expert tongue applied forced her to release in epic fashion, as waves of pleasure swept over her body, and juices, both sweet and forbidden, cascaded into her enemy's waiting mouth. She screamed out, her lust-filled voice echoing, and ricocheting off every wall of the 85th floor, leaving Bennett standing not but feet behind her, confused and worried about the state of his brother's assistant.

Bennett: "Are you ... alright?"

Amber: "..."

Bennett: "Amber?" The co-CEO tried to drop to a knee, to get a better look at Amber's face and eyes, worried that her scream was one of pain or panic. But, as quick as a hiccup, Jennifer had popped back out the other side of the connected desks, and without being noticed, made her way around, and grabbed her lover from behind.

Jennifer: "She'll be ok. I'll make sure of that."

Bennett: "Are you sure, what was that scream?"

Jennifer: "Well, one of us had a big meal. But, hey, you have a call coming in from Citigroup, honey. You need to take it. It's urgent."

Bennett: "Indigestion, got it. Anyway ... I better take it. You watch her."

Jennifer: "Oh I will. Always have."

Bennett: "Thanks." As Jennifer's naive lover went back to his office to wrestle with his phone, trying to find a call that never existed, Jennifer smirked.

[ Amber: "You. Fucking. Bitch." ] Amber typed after a moment of rest, only having barely recovered from being frozen in her chair, due to being mortified and fossilized by unbelievable pleasure.

[ Jennifer: "Yup. Thought you'd like that." ] Jennifer responded, when she made it back to her chair.

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Chapter 9:

The 85th floor was dead, and had been for hours. After all, the Bowman brothers were both out of town, and without them, there are few reasons to visit a floor holding only their own personal offices. Despite that lack of actual business to take care of, Jennifer and Amber were not alone. No, Larry from IT had joined them, coming in and out, trying like hell to fix whatever issue kept Bennett from receiving a phone call from Citigroup, an issue he found difficult to identify, let alone solve.

Distracted though the computer tech was, he was fond, very fond in fact, of gazing at the CEO's assistant/girlfriends. Not a surprise, given their busts, or builds, but more than an irritant, when two women want nothing more than to tear each other's clothes off, undisturbed.

[ Amber: "It's your fault he's here, with your stupid imaginary Citigroup call, you get rid of him." ]

[ Jennifer: "A. Fuck you, Screamy McGee. And B. I can't just get rid of him. He'll suspect something. The creeper will probably turn on the security cams when he gets back to his office." ]

[ Amber: "Shit, you're right."]

[ Jennifer and Amber: "Copyroom." ] Each sent their message simultaneously, the idea having popped into both their minds at the same time. Amber went first, doing her best to look nonchalant. Shortly after, Jennifer got up, and shouted.

Jennifer: "Larry, we have to make some copies for tomorrow's board meeting. If anyone comes, just shout!"

Larry: "Sounds good! Will do." His answer came muffled from inside the cable closet of Bennett's office.

Once inside the painfully narrow copy room, the two looked at each other, and then to the room they had to work with. Amber went to speak -- to comment on the possibilities that existed, but then stopped, realizing that the two had still never spoken a word to each other aloud. The look upon her face was a mix of half-hidden sadness, and near comic frustration, given all that had happened between the two. The look, and the feelings therein were shared by Jennifer, but rather than end the state of silence now, for such a trivial conversation, she instead reached up, pulled down her dress straps. The move left her bra-covered tits exposed, and put a devilish smirk on Amber's face, who quickly followed suit. The two stepped forward, and pressed their chests together, their eyes rolling back in their heads with anticipation,and pleasure.

They moved and rubbed, one leaning left, and the other right, wrapping their arms around each other for better leverage, and easier application of force. Though both were still covered, Jennifer leaned in, and began to moan, ever so lightly, right in her rival's ear. It was a test. For sound was sexy, to her. It drove her absolutely nuts, in fact, and she wanted to know, if given all their other similarities, the same applied to Amber. One might say the test was passed, as upon the release of the pleasure-drenched utterance, Amber's body shuttered, and her arms loosened their grip -- she would have fallen, had she not been caught by the firm embrace of her enemy. However, once she steadied, Austin's assistant too leaned in, and began to moan softly into her opponent's ear. Jennifer, driven mad by the return, sounded her pleasure again.

It was too much, just the sound of the other moaning, and the beautiful meaning behind the fact that they were doing it in unison. So intense it was, that for reasons neither fully understood, they both compelled to step back, and away. There they just stood, breathing, trying to gather themselves, all the while sharing an emotional and lustful gaze.

Neither moved at first, but then Amber, ready to re-engage, reached out, and pulled down the straps to Jennifer's bra with a now only feigned hostility. Her rival countered, doing the same, thus freeing both of sets of tits, for an even more intimate embrace. Stepping forward, they pressed together again, forcing themselves not to pause as they had before, each instead fighting through the electricity they felt when one set of nipples came to rest upon the other.

It was magic, just as every other time they touched the other. Unlike anything they had ever felt before, unlike anything they ever could have imagined. It was as if they had been created to please each other -- to bless the other's body with their sexual talents. Such thoughts began to nip at their rivalry, in the back of their minds, softening it, bending it, warping it into something neither could define.

But such realizations of change found no place to surface, not now -- not while they rubbed their beautiful breasts upon the other's, competing in this pleasure game. For such actions blinded them to all else, their mental energies instead focused on their nipples fencing, and their breasts taking turns bulging and squishing beneath the others. And yet, despite the satisfaction each felt in their duel of tits, and the attention they paid to it, one rival craved more, a truth manifested as Amber released a gripped hand, and slid it into the front of her counterpart's panties. From there she fingered gently, her hand quickly becoming drenched from Jennifer's wetness. Not much was needed, not in terms of strokes or effort, as after only a few entries, waves of pleasure began to crash against Jennifer's body, her knees growing weak and her legs giving way. Amber could feel such collapse coming, and caught she whom she forced to cum, thereafter lowering her slowly to the soft carpet below.

The defeated brunette laid there, eyes glistening with a mix of shame and happiness, as the victor lowered her pussy onto her rival's face. Jennifer, for her part, immediately moved panties to the side, and began to devour Amber's clit, holding it between her teeth, and lashing it with her tongue. Then, as if quenching a great thirst, she tasked with pleasing began to lap up the deluge of juices that began to flow from the woman atop her, all the while stabbing and swirling with her tongue. Amber's eyes closed, as her mind reeled in pleasure, just as she began to buck her thick hips against the mouth of her again bested rival, a cataclysmic orgasm taking her within only a minute. As her body calmed from quaking, the victor moved back, until she laid upon the defeated, with every body part aligned. Then, she leaned in, and gently began to kiss the lips of she who she had bested, now in two straight contests. As the moment of mercy lingered, Amber pulled back and whispered: