Vi: Unqualified (?) Office Assistant. - ThatLewdWriter (2025)

Vi had known just by sitting there that she wasn't meant for the job. Everything about it screamed class and importance and wealth and literally everything she did not have, and she knew it. She had not expected the sheer disparity of it, honestly, even though she'd anticipated it to some degree. It was all too clear that she was way in over her head, shooting way out of her league, and she was pretty sure everyone else knew it, too.

She had put on her best, most professional-looking suit, and while it was a tad threadbare and a bit awkwardly fitted around her too-broad shoulders, she'd thought it was okay – until, of course, she sat alongside the other applicants, all of which looked better in every possible way and left her feeling like a street urchin. Each one was neat, composed, and professional, wearing the crispest of interview attire, and she sat there like a bump on a log.

The seats were expensive leather, the walls looked like white marble inlaid with crisp boards of cocoea-coloured wood and overlaid with modernistic shells of black something-or-other, and none of it made any sense to vi's eyes. Aesthetically pleasing, perhaps – but she'd never really understood the styles of the rich and the famous and right then, that was exactly where she was. A big company, a giant firm, something so well out of her league that just being there felt comical.

Really, she should have turned tails and ran the moment she was ushered up to the top floor of the grand building and escorted to one of the fanciest hallways she'd seen in her life. She had no skills, no credentials, and nothing to warrant being there. She had basically just gotten out of college with a generic diploma; she was not qualified to be in a place like that. The job offer had been made to sound like it was for some low-level manager, stuffy and uptight, someone that needed a bookie and a secretary to handle their paperwork.

Basic entry-level shit, in Vi's words. Not the very-likely CEO of the company that she didn't even know the goddamned name of, but there she was anyhow, sitting alongside all the well-to-do applicants who likely had all the qualifications necessary. But, Vi had never lacked self-confidence. She sat there with her chest puffed out, looking all big and important despite her clear lack of credentials and skills. She waited as each one went into the office and then right back out of the office, each interview taking a handful of minutes at best.

Then, it was her turn. Vi, calm as day, the frog in her throat thick, walked straight toward the door. She tried to make sure her clothes fit her well, even though they didn't. She made sure to slick back her heavily-gelled pink hair, though it was quite unnecessary. Any notes she'd made for the interview had gone out the window some time ago, and she was very deep into the 'wing it' phase of things. That, at least, was comfort in and of itself, and she could hold onto that if nothing else.

Her eyes looked over a big, impressive door centered between glass-like walls. Important, refined, clearly well-above Vi's league. Even the name on the door evoked a level of sophistication: Caitlyn Kiramman , all in an efficient, elegant script of some precious metal or other. Vi, honestly, felt the pressure coming off the name like a wave, but she pushed past it and entered the office just as she'd been told by the nice attendant lady outside.

The office was huge. Sprawling, expansive, impressive, every adjective she could think of. It stretched out far and wide and every last inch of it was filled with stuff – shelves, cases, books, files, everything under the sun that could relate to work. It was incredibly neat and tidy, but to Vi, it looked like a cluttered mess. It looked like the room of a workaholic, just short of having papers strewn all over the floor and up on the walls themselves.

Then, Vi got a look at the woman behind the giant mess of a desk in front of her, and her world fell out from underneath her feet. At least, metaphorically; Vi was still nothing if not composed. Her expectations of a stuffy old manager or a preening rich-man CEO were utterly shattered in the ten seconds it took for her to notice the absolute definition of a lady sitting in front of her, and it took her seconds afterward to pick her jaw up off the floor.

She lingered in the doorway, hovering uncertainly. She had been expecting the worst, and she'd gotten the best – a best she couldn't have predicted or anticipated because the woman she saw, the so-called Caitlyn, CEO of the entire building, was goddamned beautiful. Drop-dead beautiful, if Vi had to put a more definitive definition on it. The woman was all angular lines, a face as harsh, sharp, and tight as a diamond, and no less stunning for it.

She had to be older than Vi, but not much older; thirties to Vi’s mid-twenties, or something like that. She did not look like some old, stuffy CEO, and the woman behind the desk evoked none of the things she would commonly associate with such. It was almost distracting, and the pink-haired woman felt her mouth go dry. Even the suit she wore was something that hit her in all the right - and, at that moment, decidedly wrong - ways.

It was sharp, crisp, and neat, a far cry from Vi’s. Her blazer was done up just right, her vest clinging to the contours of a chest that, while masked by the desk, looked significant just by the steepness of the curves alone, and her jacket fit just snug around a set of slender, smooth shoulders. Everything about the woman screamed culture, importance, and high-functioning professionalism, from the angle of her tie to the crispness of her clothing, and the fact that she was beautiful on top of all that hit Vi like a brick.

Eyes of a sharp steel-blue flicked up from the papers on her desk to stare at Vi. The angles of her tight face tilted upward to catch the light streaming in from her office as she stared at her, and brief though it was, the pink-haired applicant saw the way the businesswoman raked her eyes over her. She could not say if it was judgmental or approving, but it was impossible not to notice the critical way with which she was examined.

“You’re Violet, yes?” She asked, and just the first few clear notes of her elegant accent made Vi practically swoon. “Your application is smudged. I don’t see a last name on it.”

“Y-yeah, that’s me,” Vi said cheerfully, trying to put a grin on her face. She had not, at all, in the least, expected to be applying for a position as an assistant under a woman like that. She expected low-level floor manager, not an incredibly, ridiculously important woman in a fine-pressed suit more than her entire life’s savings who was also not only drop-dead gorgeous but had a wonderful accent and -

I’m fucked, she thought. But I might as well go down swinging.

“Then, please.” Caitlyn swiped her hand out in front of her, gesturing to the neat seat pulled off just to the side. “Take a seat so we can get started.”

“R-right.” Vi tried not to look like an absolute barbarian as she stepped across the room and plopped herself down in front of her. “Absolutely.”

Caitlyn watched her move with a thoroughly blank, even expression, betraying nothing at all - a poker face so perfect Vi did not think she could break it. “I’ll introduce myself formally. I am Caitlyn Kiramman, Chief Executive Officer of Kiramman Firm. The name is not particularly elegant, but that is quite beyond my control.”

Vi blinked. She was not sure if she’d just heard a joke, a self-deprecating comment, or some sort of an icebreaker, but Caitlyn just rolled over it as if it had not even been said in the first place.

“You’re applying for the position as a personal assistant to help me around the office.” Caitlyn flicked a sheet of paper out with her hand, then set it down flat on the desk with long, crisp fingers - the nails of which Vi noticed were not quite long but neither short; immaculately maintained at a perfectly scripted length.

It was a bit belatedly that Vi realized the paper was her application for the job, and that brought a flush to her neck; it was suitably sparse, weakly written, and as throw-away as she’d intended.

Caitlyn’s eyes never once seemed to blink. “Is that correct?”

“Yeah - I mean, yes, that’s correct.” Vi put on her best, most charming grin. “I’ve always been pretty good at assisting… people…”

She trailed off a touch lamely in the face of Caitlyn’s unyielding stare. “Do you have experience in being an assistant?”

Vi did not. Vi also knew that Caitlyn knew that by her resume, so there was no chance of bluffing her way out of it - not that she expected to be able to at all, for the critical, soul-piercing stare seemed to see right through her.

“Not particularly,” Vi replied, trying not to sound weak or thin about it. “I’ve never held an assistant, uh, job itself, but -”

“Do you have any experience working in an office like this?”

Caitlyn’s question was sharp and cutting, blowing through any bluster Vi might have had. The pink-haired woman shifted in her seat, very quickly understanding that there was not going to be any room in the interview for her to start spinning a tale as she so often did with girls she met for the first time.

“No,” Vi confessed with an easy grin. She matched Caitlyn’s stare as best as she could and tried her damnedest not to just stare at her pretty face or the cool, calm shade of her midnight blue hair. “Never once, ma’am.”

Caitlyn’s eyes never once wavered. “Ms. Kiramman will do.”

Vi inclined her head and tried not to smirk at the utterly pointless distinction - at least, in her eyes. “Sure.”

“Sure?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow in a way that made Vi almost feel like shrinking. It made her feel small, and she realized, quickly, that she was beyond just out of her league; she wasn’t in the same damned game. “Quaint. Any experience with the practice of law?”

“Intimately,” Vi replied, but her tone was jovial, almost friendly. The wry tilt to her lips should have said it all, but Caitlyn did nothing about it but flick her chin up.

“Is that so?”

Vi let her lips curve. “If you count a few altercations with the law, then yes. But you already know that, right? So.”

“I do.” Caitlyn’s nails drummed the paper just once. “I leave no stone unturned.”

Vi, despite herself, grinned. “Then you know everything about me.”

“Besides who you are, which I cannot ascertain without speaking to you.” Caitlyn’s hand went down flat on the paper and turned it right over, masking the words written upon it. “Now, Violet -”

“It’s Vi,” she replied instinctively, ignoring her better judgment. “Just Vi. No one calls me Violet.”

Caitlyn stared. It was a look so hard and unyielding it was as if someone had cored out her soul and replaced it with iron, and Vi almost wanted to shrivel backward. It was rare that anyone could evoke such a reaction from her; the average person just wasn’t made like that.

“Is that so?”

Vi, however, was too used to rough-and-tumble people to let her nerves show, even if she was batting way out of her league in a game that didn't use bats at all. “Yes, ma - ah, Ms. Kiramman.”

“A shame,” Caitlyn replied, all smooth and rolling. “I rather like the name Violet.”

Vi blinked. Wait. Is that a…

“Now, Vi, ” Caitlyn continued apace, “explain your qualifications for this job, please.”

Vi swallowed thickly. “Well -”

“Yeah, so, I totally fucking bombed the interview.”

“Dude!” Ekko practically yelled into her ear, his voice borderline shrill. “You knew you were gonna fuck up. I knew you were gonna fuck up once you got in there. Why even bother going through with it?”

Vi snorted. One hand worked at the clunky air fryer while the other propped her phone into the curve of her chin and her neck, trying to hold it steady while she cooked herself dinner. Even if she hadn't done well in her interview she was not going to let her celebratory chicken wings go to waste, and the nice little recipe she’d picked up along with her relatively-new-but-totally-shitty air fryer was a good little treat to get her spirits up.

“Because I need a job,” Vi snorted against her phone. “And they weren’t vetting like, any of the applications so like… might as well, right?”

“Dude, you just embarrassed yourself in front of - what'd ya say? The hottest chick you’ve ever seen? ”

“Man,” Vi whined as she dropped a wing in the air fryer, “She was the hottest woman I’ve literally ever seen in my life. I’m not into the whole step-on-you vibe, but with a woman like that -”

“You are such a useless futa,” Ekko laughed, the pitch of his voice breaking the connection of Vi’s shitty phone. “Couldn’t even concentrate in an interview because of your boss? That’s like, a whole new low -”

“Hey, you can shut the hell up,” Vi laughed, struggling to fit her phone against her neck as she worked the fryer. She had only a tentative idea of what she was doing and she really didn’t want to fuck up. “I didn’t know I was gonna be paraded in front of the damned CEO or that she was going to be hot as all fuck. ”

“Well, next time, tell Jayce not to set you up for failure?”

“That’s not - he didn’t tell me to do it, just said - bro.” Vi sighed into her phone. “Sometimes, I have no idea where your head is.”

“Not daydreaming about some hot lady with an accent.”

“You’re just -” Vi blinked as her finger slipped around one of the freshly-cleaned wings and unceremoniously sent it tumbling down; first bouncing over her wrist, then flopping along her forearm, then over the kitchen counter, then down onto the floor. She stared at it for a long, shell-shocked moment, long enough for Ekko to start asking what was wrong, before she whined. “You made me drop a wing, dude!”

“That is so not my fault,” Ekko protested from the other line.

“Yeah? You distracted me.”

“Vi -”

Vi hummed into her phone, cradling it with her chin, while working the fryer with her other hand. Though she’d dropped one wing, she had enough not to make it too much of a problem. With her appetite she would surely miss it, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. “See what happens, Ekko.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m sayin’, sleep lightly.”

“Bro.”

Vi snorted against the phone while setting her fryer to go and moving around her kitchen. Her place was small and compact, a basic apartment that wasn’t too shitty but really wasn’t all that good either, and so it required a decent amount of finesse for someone of her muscle and width to weave through it all. “Hey, don’t bro me. I’m not Zac -”

“-We’re getting off-topic,” Ekko complained, “Which is you fucking up an interview with some big CEO lady.”

Vi chuckled. She leaned back against the countertop to adjust her phone and pull at her plates, whipping up something clean to eat on. Everything about her actions was calm and ambling, a sort of casualness that contrasted sharply with the professional busywork of that morning’s rush. She had stripped down entirely since arriving back home, washed up, and thrown on her loosest pair of sweats and a tight-fitting top that did little to cover her stomach, leaving most of her abs bare - but no one was around to notice or care, so neither did she.

The rest of her apartment matched her appearance. It was tiny, and between the open kitchen, the couches, and the television - the one big and impressive thing she had in the entire place - it looked cramped. Everything was awkwardly thrown about, clumsily pushed into place, but as far as Vi was concerned it was nice and cozy and homely. It could have been better, but as long as she had a place to relax, kick up her feet, do her work, and occasionally bring back girls to, she didn’t care if it looked like she was living on the cheap side.

Which, well, she was.

“I wouldn’t have fucked up if you answered your damned phone, Ekko,” Vi said testily. “So really, this is on you.”

“First, I could not have helped you,” Ekko laughed, “second, I was with your sister so like, blame her.”

“Hey, maybe I will,” Vi sniffed.

“Seriously, though,” said Ekko, “how do you fuck up an interview just because the chick is hot? That’s new level of panic, Vi. You’re always cool.”

“She wasn’t hot,” Vi chuckled with self-pity, “she was drop-dead, super-model, like, bikini model, gorgeous. And she was wearing a suit. I could barely concentrate on answering her questions.”

“I’ve seen you hit on random baristas and waitresses -”

“That’s totally different. She’s like - wait, sec -” Vi hurried over to the air fryer once she saw a light flash and began to flip the chicken wings around to the other side “-Right, like, Caitlyn? She was like one of those million-dollar lawyers you see in movies, or some noble lady out of a fantasy show, like, all look-down-her-nose, glass-of-wine type.”

Ekko laughed. “Has that ever stopped you from hitting on a girl?”

“This is -”

“-You said the same about Headmistress Laurent,” Ekko pointed out. “You nailed her three times before graduation, too.”

Vi barked out a laugh at the recollection of Fiora bent over a desk. “ She hit on me, and she was the kinky one that wanted to let loose. And like, Fiora? She’d be out of Caitlyn’s league, too.”

“Sounds like you’re simping for her.”

Vi rolled her eyes and poked at her wings. “Hey, I can admire!”

“Yeah, admire your way into a bombed interview.”

“You and I both know I wasn’t going to get the job,” Vi snorted with a roll of her eyes. “Not for a place like that. She just stared at me when I listed off my total lack of, like, credentials and qualifications and shit. When I said I just had a basic diploma, the look she gave me was like… I can’t even explain it.”

Ekko barked out a laugh.

“Seriously, I had no reason to even be there.” Vi shook her head to herself. “Not a lick of a qualification to even be like, her janitor. Her suit was worth my entire life, I’m telling you.”

“That’s what the high life is like,” Ekko sighed boisterously. “Us peons just sit here and slave away.”

“Dude, you’re a mechanic and your band has a good gig - you’ve got it made.”

“I mean.” Vi could practically hear his shrug from the other line. “You can always join me at the shop; you know what you’re doing with your hands -”

“I went to college for a reason, dude -”

“-What, to be an assistant? -”

“-Okay, first, don’t -” Vi was quite happy and quite ready to go off on her friend, but at that exact moment, her phone buzzed with another incoming call. And, though Vi did not immediately recognize the number, she wasn’t really looking - she just acted on instinct. “Er, wait up, Ekko, got another call.”

“Don’t put me on hold,” Ekko huffed, but he did it just to be petulant.

Vi, fondly rolling her eyes, snorted and put him on hold. “Hey, this is Vi.”

A voice that Vi did not recognize spoke from the other end of the line. It was a cool, professional voice, all smooth and elegant. “Vi? Is that shorthand for… Violet?”

“Uhm.” Vi frowned, wondering immediately if it was a scam-call. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“The paperwork is smudged and I don’t see a last name, but - ah, you’re the Violet that applied for the position of Ms. Kiramman’s assistant?”

Vi’s head rocked back and her pink brows furrowed downward in surprise. Then, she snorted loudly in amusement - a sound that clearly startled the woman on the other end of the line. “Yeah, that was me. Didn’t expect you guys to call me and reject me, though. Kinda expected as sort of… quiet send-off?”

“Ah… not, that is not, in fact, why I am calling, ma’am.”

“Yeah? No shit,” Vi snorted, all while calmly pushing her chicken wings around in the fryer. She wasn’t sure how long they had left, but hopefully not too long - she was hungry. “What’s, uh, what’s this about, then?”

The voice on the other end was briefly silent. “For the job you applied for, ma’am.”

“Yeah, the -”

“I’m calling to inform you that you got the job,” the woman said. “Ms. Kiramman would like to extend her compliments and asks if you’re able to start Monday morning?”

“I -” Vi blinked a good two or three times and worked her jaw awkwardly. “Hold up. What ?”

“Ms. Kiramman understands that this may be abrupt and unexpected, but she also wishes to let you know that we operate on a limited schedule.” Vi heard the sound of a pen clicking. “We can offer twenty-four hours for you to think about it before we, regretfully, must move on.”

Vi’s mind was blank. “W-wha?”

“However, Ms. Kiramman would also like to say that she would very much appreciate it if you accepted the job offer; she thinks you and her will have a healthy work relationship.”

“Ah…” Vi blinked a few more times and shook her head. “I - wait, I’m sorry, wait.”

The voice on the other end waited.

“Are you saying I’m hired? ”

“Yes,” the voice replied.

“I - as an assistant. ”

“Yes.”

Her lips flapped. “Seriously?!”

“That - yes, ma’am. This is Violet, right? The number -”

“No, yes, this is - yeah, no, I’ll take it, I’m just - I’m just surprised - ”

“Yes, well, Ms. Kiramman is a very good at discerning character.” A pen clicked again. “That’s a yes, then? If so, I will be forwarding everything to your email -”

“Yes, yeah, that’s - that’s cool, uhm. I.” Vi coughed. “Uh…”

“...We’ll be in touch, ma’am.”

“Right.” Vi shook her head as the line dropped, and at the same time, she clicked her phone off. She slumped back immediately, her head twisting to face the ceiling, an unknowing and non-understanding look on her face. “...What the fuck just happened?”

She just stood there while the fryer went off behind her. It could have been minutes, but in her blank, totally confused, absolutely uncertain state, she did not know what to even think - and was only really aware of the passing of time when her phone started to ring again. She looked down at it, saw the smug face of Ekko flashing a pair of fingers at her, and flicked her phone across the accept indicator.

“Yeah?”

“Dude,” Ekko complained, “you hung up on me!”

“Oh.” Vi frowned. “Uh…. Yeah. I guess I did.”

Ekko paused instead of continuing on with his rant. “Why do you sound depressed?”

“I, uh.” Vi’s brow furrowed deeper. “The, uh, place called me. Job.”

“So?” Ekko made a noise. “Don’t tell me you’re down? You knew they were gonna reject you.”

Vi was not sure what to say, so she said, “no.”

“...What, did they bitch or something? Call you out on it?”

“No, they didn’t reject me.” She cleared her throat. “I, uh, got the job.”

The phone was silent for a long moment.

“You what?! ”

“I got the job?” Vi reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. “They said I got it, I - I don’t fucking know -”

“What the fuck - ”

“Dude, I know!” Vi complained, her other hand reaching back to slap the kitchen cupboards. “I don’t - what ? Like, what? ”

“I thought you bombed it!”

“I did too!”

“What the hell? ”

“I don’t - I don’t even have anything to - oh, holy shit. ” Vi slapped her palm against her forehead. “This is why I don’t plan for success, Ekko.”

“I’d make fun of you for planning anything, but like…” Ekko’s voice trailed off.

“I know,” Vi sighed, and rubbed her face with her hand. “I don’t… even know what to do about it.”

“What, the, uh, job, or working with the ‘drop dead gorgeous’ boss?”

Vi groaned and let her head flop up. “I’m so fucked.”

Vi thought she would be fucked. After all, she had no understanding of how to be an assistant to a CEO, she didn't like paperwork, she did not understand half of the documents she would need to go through, and really, she barely knew what the company itself even did. Was it law? Were they lawyers? Legal representative? A stock exchange? She knew literally nothing. She was so ill-suited for the role that she walked in on Monday thoroughly expecting to be marched right back out because someone had made a mistake.

Instead, a secretary got her ready, Human Resources talked with her, Accounting set her up, and Caitlyn exchanged a good ten or so words involving 'I trust we will work well together' and 'good to see you again, Vi', and that was that. In fact, that was pretty much everything. Caitlyn gave her a coffee order, Vi went to the elaborate and fancy kitchen-like area to order it from a damned chef, brought it to her, and was handed a stack of paperwork to be finished by lunch.

Or, rather, a stack of papers to proofread and stamp with a nice, big machine-stamp they'd given her. That was it. It was a task so pointless that it left her frowning, and she half-expected someone to drop the punchline of a joke on her with every single damned paper she stamped. Only, there wasn't. It was barely two hours' worth of work, and that was mainly because she had to force herself to read the jargon that she did not at all understand and make sure it hadn't been messed up sometime after printing.

The laptop that IT had given her seemed to be more for decoration than anything, too. Smooth, sleek, elegant, and basically a paperweight. She had a handful of Excel spreadsheets to fill in with information, and on the dot, by the hour, she was sent numbers by Caitlyn to punch into the sheets and let the automatic fields calculate values and crunch output for her to then save into a folder, export out, and email to someone else in the building. It was all so simple and menial that a secretary had walked her through it in less than fifteen minutes, and that was it.

When Caitlyn needed something, she emailed Vi despite being literally around the corner and behind a door and summoned her into her office. And Vi, snappy and professional, just stepped inside, head dipped, trying to look all proper and tidy, and waited for her work to actually begin – and all Caitlyn asked for was a refill on coffee, or for a stack of papers to be removed, or for Vi to go around the building and fetch something or other from someone or other.

That was it. For an entire day, Vi barely did anything at all. It was work no doubt, but more like a person's chores – simple, basic stuff, menial at best and tedious at worst, the kind of thing she expected to see in an old-time movie where a rich dude hired out some busty blonde to be an eye-candy secretary. By the time she got home, she was more bemused than she was tired, and the only reason she was frustrated was that she had to wear a dress shirt and blazer all day long.

“That's what an assistant is,” her sister had laughed at her over the phone sometime later into the night, when Vi had her feet kicked up and the latest season of her favourite show playing on the television. “You get the ass-end of jobs and do shitty work!”

“Yeah, but this is like, literally pointless,” she had sighed in turn, a hand idly nursing a beer. She liked drinking, but she paced herself – only one at a time, never two days in a row. Pointless rules, but they grounded her. “It's nothing. A dog could do it. It feels like a joke.”

“It feels like a joke because you were hired for a job you're barely qualified for and now you think they're making fun of you.”

“Uhm.” Vi's nose hand scrunched up. “Did you take your meds? You're never this thoughtful.”

“Shut up!” Had been Jinx's typical, snorted reply. “Who knows? Tomorrow might be so back-breaking you quite on the spot! Oh, oh, maybe hot lady is like, trying to get you into a honey-trap? Bait you in for the hard shit?”

Caitlyn was not baiting her in for the hard shit. The next day turned out much the same, with the addition of more paper-work runs and file collection from the other floors, offices, and departments around the building. No one gave her a second look through it all, though she was nearly six-feet of tight, athletic muscle, pink hair, colourful tattoos, and piercings. She expected more strange looks or weird stares from the blue-collar and well-to-do workers, but barely anyone seemed to care so much as care.

It was like she wasn't even there – or, worse, looked like she fit into the scenery already.

Vi did not exactly know what to do about it. A job was a job, and light work was not all that bad – but she felt weird about it, even four days into it. She had seen the well-to-do and important people that walked through the halls and she distinctly recalled the other applicants just last week; if they wanted someone to do slave work, they wouldn't have arranged things like that. Right? Most right, she assumed.

It didn't help that one the rare occasion when she saw her boss – and the occasions were rare, given Caitlyn's apparent propensity to locking the door and working for ten or so hours straight – she was far and away too intimidated to say anything. Caitlyn seemed unapproachable. At the best of times she was stony-faced and perfectly settled into her work, making it seem as if the mere act of breathing in her presence would disturb her. There was also the not-so-tiny problem that Vi thought she was hot as fuck, and that proved a never-wracking balance.

Vi almost cautiously had to clear her throat when she entered the office with a cup of tea in hand. She did not want to disturb her boss when she seemed to be buried in her work, and she did not want to be a bother in general – she was, after all, still uncertain of her place in things. It definitely looked like Caitlyn was busy, too. She had three monitors glowing with life, two laptops pushed around, and several files worth of paperwork settled out in front of her – an excessive quantity for anyone.

“Got your, uh, tea,” Vi offered lamely, and then tried for a grin. Caitlym's eyes accordingly flicked up, but her head didn't move – just a glance. It was a lingering look, though, one that saw her steely-blue eyes travel up and down Vi's body before eventually sinking right back down to her paperwork.

Caitlyn's pen flicked out in a gesture. “Thank you. Set it down.”

Terse and to the point, that seemed to be Caitlyn's style. Vi tried not to appear miffed by it; she did not think it was done with any ill-intent. She just stepped forward, put the little saucer down into the usual space reserved for it, and calmly adjusted the little lid that kept the tea hot. Not a word was exchanged beyond that, and Caitlyn remained busy with her work as if her assistant was not even there.

Vi stared. Caitlyn, even with her blue head of hair focused down, looked hot. A sculpted jawline that cold cut diamonds, a long, slender neck, and hair so well maintained it shone with an inner lustre – Vi had to admit that she was still the hottest thing she'd seen in her life. She had all the refined looks of nobility she so often saw in the media along with the class of a high-powered woman and it left her feeling a bit too warm under the collar.

“I, uh. I finished that work you gave me.”

Vi only realized she had spoken after the words left her lips. They had come out unbidden, a reflex that came to her naturally when faced with a pretty girl: speak, get their attention. Only, it came out sounding as awkward as she felt, and the sounds reverberated around the office that had formerly only been filled with clicking keys and a scratching pen in a way that made her want to cringe.

Caitlyn only barely looked up. “Is that so?”

“Y-yeah.” Vi grinned and rubbed the back of her neck. “And I've been pretty well-oriented, so, uh, if you want to give me anything else, I'm totally willing. Yeah.”

Caitlyn cocked her head. She looked up, raked her eyes up and down Vi's body, then met her eyes. “If that's what you'd like, I can push something else your way.”

“Yeah, that would be great,” Vi replied with a flash of her teeth. “Just here to help, you know, assistant and all that.”

Caitlyn's lips curved. “I am distinctly aware.”

Vi almost felt herself want to flush. “Right, yeah.”

“Don't worry.” Caitlyn twirled her pen around and clicked it. “If that is all...?”

Vi fidgeted and shuffled backward. Her eyes lazily scanned around, trying not to stare or fixate on Caitlyn for too long. She could stare at her face all day, such was her beauty; she was just so damned gorgeous she could never get tired of it, and she knew that was a very bad thing for her. “Sorry for taking your time. If you need anything, yeah, I'm just outside -”

“Of which I am also distinctly aware, yes, thank you.”

Vi nodded her head and willed down the redness of her neck. “Yeah, of course - uh, sorry.”

She felt awkward as all hell right then, but something in Caitlyn’s face, whether it was the look in her eyes, the tilt to her lips, or the fact that she was seriously beautiful, kept her focused. She -

“Is there something wrong?” Caitlyn drawled, voice oh-so-gently tinged with amusement - and Vi cringed.

Shit, I’m staring. She coughed to clear her throat. “Ah, no, sorry, ma’am. I’ll - if you need anything - I said that already. Right.”

Awkwardly smiling and shuffling, Vi hastily retreated from the office. Everything about it felt stilted and awkward and strained, like being in the eye of the hurricane – gale-force winds whipping about on all sides, threatening to dislodge her. She would not go so far as to say Caitlyn was a force of nature, but she seemed like someone that held total control in the middle of the kind of paperwork-storm that few could dream of handling.

Honestly, Vi was not sure she had ever felt so out of her depth before – and she hadn't even done anything yet.

“Is this… it…?”

The chef, a man named Kench, or some such, did not appear particularly pleased with her. He stared with beady eyes and watched her hands all too carefully, making Vi feel as if she were being judged yet again. It was, quite frankly, ridiculous, but there she was, getting lectured by a chef.

“It is very important to get the balances right,” Kench insisted in a gruff, rumbling drawl that was so characteristic of other regions. “Ms. Kiramman is exceedingly specific in her tastes and I ain’t gonna let some jumped-up broad make it for her wrong. ”

“Hey, chill, dude,” Vi scoffed, “it’s literally just tea. I’m fucking blending tea.”

Kench waved his hand dismissively. “If Kiramman asked for it, then you must learn. She doesn’t accept a half-assed job on her tea.”

“This entire job is half-assed,” Vi grumbled.

The Chef glared. “Looky here -”

“Just show me how to blend the damned thing!”

“If you do that you’re going to unbalance it,” the chef sighed, and then all but tore the little white cloth of ingredients out of her hands. “Just watch carefully. ”

Vi did. Even if she had no clue whatsoever why she was in the building’s kitchens learning from their head chef, she was there, watching him blend tea to Caitlyn Kiramman’s exacting standards. That was, apparently, what her boss had meant when she said she was going to give her proper work, and it entirely involved learning how to help hand-make the very specific types of tea she enjoyed drinking throughout the day - that was, when she wasn’t drinking caffeine to stay awake.

It was an almost insulting thing for her to do, but when it came down to it, she had been asked and she did want to prove herself to be a proper assistant. Even if that meant she had to learn how to blend the tea her boss liked so much and do it by hand. A bit ridiculous, but Vi was willing to put in the work - frustrating though it was to hand-blend the stupid ingredients.

“Y’all are a clumsy mess,” the chef drawled about two-thirds of the way into their ‘lessons’, to which Vi scowled and flipped him off.

“I don’t drink tea and I’ve never even heard of a blend before,” she retorted. “Bite me.”

“Not my type.”

She snorted again and grinned at him. “Fuck off.”

He laughed, too. Even if Vi didn’t want to be in the kitchens learning how to make tea instead of doing work or a damned job, she had to admit that the prickly chef-supremacist wasn’t exactly bad company. He acted in a way that Vi was familiar with, and he seemed okay to get along with. Prickly, bitchy, annoying, sure, but she wasn’t exactly all that much better. She, at least, had the self-understanding to admit that.

“So, what,” Vi asked as she watched the chef carefully steep the tea - learning exactly how Caitlyn wanted it to be steeped, how long, how to strain it, how to get it all to blend; a series of things that made tea-making seem more like a rigorous activity than some leisurely drink. “Is this what you do around here? Make tea for the big boss?”

“I cook for the entire buildin’,” he rumbled, “and take time outta my day to teach idiots how to make things.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks.” Then, a scoff and a tilt to her lips. “Anything else for the big boss, then? Crumpets to go with the tea? Biscuits? Cupcakes?”

He eyed her. “Just tea.”

“Sandwich? Steak?” Vi winked and nudged him. “What kinda fine dining does the boss get up to, eh?”

“Tea and coffee,” he replied. “Ms. Kiramman doesn’t eat much. Just make her the tea she wants and you’re fine.”

Vi chuckled. “There’s gotta be more to it than that; this place is all swank, she’s gotta be living the high life, right?”

“You watch too much tv.”

Vi shot him a peculiar look. “She doesn’t eat anything? ”

“She eats sparsely.” Kench shrugged. “Ain’t my place to say different. Maybe she watches her figure.”

“I - well, I dunno, she looks athletic.” Vi coughed and cleared her throat, then looked off to the side. When she thought about it - and she very often did - she wasn’t sure that someone like Caitlyn needed to watch her figure. She had a body that, even in power-suits, fine suits, and professional skirts, looked absolutely spectacular - all curves and sweeping lines, thin and precise. Maybe that went hand in hand with a very minimal diet, but what she had seen, Caitlyn was the last person to need it. “Not even like, a salad?”

“Not really anythin’, unless she’s stayin’ late.”

Vi looked around the fairly big kitchen laden with cooks, utensils, stoves, and the like - a veritable restaurant to feed a large office building. “That can’t be healthy.”

“I never said it was.”

Vi worked her jaw. “No one’s that busy, right? That they can’t eat?”

“I dunno.” The chef pushed the tea at her. “That’s why I said it’s a diet. I’d rather not think she’s overworking herself that badly.”

“Right.” Vi nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

He nodded - but it wasn’t in agreement, she realized just afterward. “Drink.”

“Huh? Oh.” Vi frowned down at her cup. She brought it up, blew steam off the top, looked at Kench, looked down at the tea, then took a sip. It never made it down her throat; the next moment she spat it out into the cup, a sputter and a snarl in her voice. “Oh, fuck, this is terrible! ”

“Exactly. You’re shit at this.” Kench waved his hand. “Let’s do it again.”

Vi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “This job is all kinds of fucked up…”

Vi was almost hyper-aware when Caitlyn walked through the office. She was a head-turner through and through, beautiful and elegant and distracting, but the simple clicks of her heels was what stole her attention first: a signature walk that made it clear who was walking through. She did find it a bit strange, though; It was unusual for Caitlyn to be even the slightest bit late, and even if Vi had only been working there for a small time, she knew that as soundly as she knew that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the night. It was unusual; but, then, the fact that she had come from the elevators meant that she had been upstairs all morning, and most likely in a meeting.

“Good morning, Vi,” Caitlyn greeted as she walked straight toward her office. “How are you?”

The pink-haired woman had to swallow back her hesitance and sat up as straight as she could manage without looking like an idiot. Every time Caitlyn talked to her she felt the same way: like a silly schoolgirl with a crush, and Vi was not good with crushes. She had never been in a situation where she had to let them fester or tuck them away, and that made her feel weird. Normally, she could act out on them, and she would always say something.

Now, she couldn’t even flirt with her boss. It made perfect sense, but it was as strange to Vi as holding her breath or breathing in water. It just did not make sense to her, and leaving those emotions and desires to build inside of her while she just stared at Caitlyn made her feel weird. It really did not help one bit that the woman was totally, utterly gorgeous, and standing there in front of her desk with a neat-fitting blazer that showed the size of her chest and a skirt that showed off her legs was almost too much.

How can she be all legs like that ? Vi thought, eyes flicking over stockings and creamy skin alike. Man, that’s gotta be illegal or something. She’s - Vi’s eyes flicked right back up. I’m staring like a fucking teenager.

“Good, yeah, good morning,” she greeted after a moment, trying to plaster an awkward smile on her lips, “Ms. Kiramman. I’m good, uh, you?”

Caitlyn smiled. It wasn’t very large, but it was just a flick of her lips that made Vi way too fucking nervous to handle. When girls smiled at her, she wanted to flirt; instead, she felt hamstrung, hands tied. “We’re going to need to work on the pauses, Vi. You sound a lot… better… when you’re eloquent.”

Vi let her lips flap a couple of times. Ostensibly, she knew what had been said and what Caitlyn was saying, but her mind just paused and froze on it for a long moment. “I… uh… er, sorry. I mean, you’re right, ma’am, sorry.” She licked her lips, then settled for something a bit more typical. “I’m pretty bad at this sort of thing.”

Caitlyn shrugged. “Thankfully, bad and good weren’t requirements for the job.”

What? Vi blinked with several questions poised on her lips - none of which she got to ask.

“I wanted to ask how you’re settling in?” Caitlyn asked as she leaned forward, sliding a hand against her desk - a motion that almost bunched up her chest between her forearms, making them push against her vest in a way that Vi found particularly mouth-watering. The snowy curve of her neck was perfectly visible and every single inch of Vi wanted to leave it red with marks. “If you’re adjusting well to the job?”

Not much of a job, she thought, eyes flicking up from the neck she had been staring at. “Yeah, it’s going… well. Pretty easy. I’ve done most of the work you gave me for the day, and, well, not much else to do.”

She hoped to somehow convey that the distinct lack of work she got was not enough, that she wasn't actually doing anything, that it was all meandering nothingness that any person off the street could perform – which, in a sense, she was, but that she was willing to do so much more. Caitlyn, however, kept up her stony poker face, only breaking it up with the slightest of smiles, and betrayed nothing.

“That's good to hear,” was her smooth reply. “Any issues? Problems with people?”

“No, everyone's been stellar,” she answered, trying not to look too miffed – or stare too much at anything but Caitlyn's eyes. It was much harder than she wanted to admit. She had no clue who made it legal for a woman like that to exist, but she was starting to get a little frustrated about it. “Really great.”

Caitlyn inclined her head. “Wonderful. I'd hate for your first office experience to be sour.”

Vi blinked. On the one hand, Caitlyn's voice was totally straight and even, not giving much emotion away; on the other, it almost sounded to Vi as if she was teasing her about it being her first real office job. It might have been totally innocuous, but the fact that she couldn't tell wore on her nerves more than she cared to admit. Everything about her boss did that to her, though. She was gorgeous, she was intimidating, and she was like no woman she had ever met.

“Thanks. That means a lot.” Vi cautiously rubbed the back of her neck. “but it's been great. I just, uh, hope that I can help you some more, you know? Take anything else off your plate.”

“You're doing exactly what I need you to do,” Caitlyn chuckled oh-so-softly. “But I will keep that in mind.”

Vi fidgeted. “Cool – I mean, sure, boss.”

Caitlyn lingered. She didn't really do anything more than that, which struck Vi as odd. Her boss was always efficient to the point of it being overbearing, and her just standing there at her side struck her as a touch odd. It was not the first time, though. It happened once and a where she exchanged pleasantries with her, just idly asking about the office and moving off; Vi did not understand it, and she doubted she was meant to.

Still, Vi was cautious about it. “Er... Can I help you with anything? O-or did I miss something?”

“Hm? Oh, no.” Caitlyn shook her head. “I just had a free moment, is all. I felt like a brief distraction.”

Vi looked off to the side in surprise, then back again. “Oh, well, sure. If you wanna talk, I -”

“No, it's quite fine. I do have work to do.” Caitlyn looked up at the ceiling for the briefest of instants, then looked like she was trying to repress a sigh. “Anyhow. Keep up the good work, Vi.”

With that, Caitlyn was off in a flash of her tight, professional skirt – brief and sudden as that. She did not wait for Vi to respond, and once again acted as if her responses did not even matter. It was one of the reasons she found her so intimidating; she acted like she had total control of everything, as if the occupants of the building were scripted into her life to her exacting standards. The muscular woman couldn't say she'd ever met anyone like that in her life, and that hit her hard.

It was a belated moment that Vi realized she hadn't even been able to mention the utter lack of work for the rest of the day, and a moment later that she bemoaned her inability to express herself properly around her boss. It was frustrating, and with a sigh, she slumped and let her chin plop down against her chin. The interaction had lasted barely four minutes front-to-end, just as all of their interactions; and like always, Vi was left with nothing to do.

“Man,” Vi sighed. “I don't even have anything else to listen to today...”

“I'm telling you, guys!” Vi complained, her hand whipping out and slamming her beer against the table. “This shit is terrible!”

Her friends, however, only laughed, and Vi, grumbling, stuffed her face in her drink and took a deep sip of it. At the same time, her eyes lazily scanned around – passing over the faces of Ekko and Ezreal and Akali and over the crowded bar. It was a busy Friday night, full of bouncing bodies and eager partiers ready for a drink. It was not a calm place by far, and that suited them all just fine; they weren't looking for calm.

They'd been going to the bar for a long time; a sort of nexus between all of their houses, a place easy in reach and decent enough to hit up. Fun, good music, decently priced drinks, and the chance to have fun, get smashed, or find someone to smash – everything a bar needed. It wasn't quite the college bars they'd hit up just a year prior, and that offered it a bit more class. Less unhinged wildness and more cultured enjoyment.

Of course, most of that was just Vi's half-drunk mind making shit up, and she knew it. She just had a lot of strange memories involving getting absolutely hammered in wild college bars, so divorcing herself from it and going to a place where she could actually think instead of taking seven or eight shots in a row was nice. Even if it was totally a fault of her own, she had never actually been all that good at pacing herself – and neither were her friends very helpful.

“You're the only person I know that complains about an easy job,” Ekko mocked, his bottle tilted in her direction at an almost accusing angle. “What's not to like? You get to sit back, kick your feet up, and chillax.”

“'Cause it's like, demeaning,” she groaned. Her jaw slumped into her palm as she leaned against the table, all buzzed and annoyed. “It's like being the errand girl, but worse. I'm literally just there to make tea and stamp papers.”

“At least you're not there to look pretty,” Ezreal said all too jovially.

Vi glared at the male. “What's that supposed to mean?”

He laughed in his usual infuriating way. “She didn't hire you for your looks. You know, like in the mov-”

“Fuck off,” she dismissed, her hand ready and quick to flip him a finger. “I'm serious here.”

“So are we.” Ekko made a gesture. “It's an easy job. Just chill with it.”

“I don't want to,” Vi grumbled. “I want to do something.”

“What, and show your boss how out of depth you are?” He laughed, prompting a pouted scowl from Vi.

“Nah,” Akali drawled, her fingers rapping against the table, “she wants to show her super hot boss how useful she is.”

“Both of you fuck off,” Vi groaned. She pulled back from the table and let her back thump against the booth's plastic-like rest. “I'm here for advice and all of you are out here giving me shit.”

They all laughed in some way or another. No one took the situation as seriously as Vi did, but she could not exactly blame them for that. They did not have the same investment in it as she did, and neither could she define her own investment. It was an easy job, and she could just sit there all day and do nothing to collect a paycheck. She simply felt a need to do something more than that, and she had no idea if that was in any part influenced by her holy-shit-legs-boss or not.

“I dunno,” said Akali, her voice as casual as ever. “Have you tried just talking to her about it? Or something.”

Vi rolled her eyes and puffed a breath out from between her lips. “She's... hard to approach. I don't know, that's, like...”

“I mean, you don't get anywhere if you don't ask,” Ezreal pointed out with his characteristic unhelpfulness. “No one is going to give you anything if you don't step up.”

“Thanks,” Vi huffed, eying him rather fiercely.

“H-hey...”

Vi grumbled and rolled her shoulders before knocking back another drink. “She's just too intimidating, I don't know. Scary. She's like... walking into her office is like being hit by a pressure wave. And she's always got all this, like, paperwork around her, you know, she's super busy. I'm almost afraid to interrupt her.”

“Afraid? Never thought I'd live to see the day,” Ekko teased, a cocky grin on his lips.

Vi glared at him. “There are only so many times I can tell you to fuck off before I punt you to the moon.”

He laughed. “Talk to her some other time, then. Or make an appointment, right?”

She blinked. “What?”

He looked around the table at everyone, almost as if seeking reassurance. “She's one of those professional types, right? Make an appointment or something with her so she has to talk with you.”

“That's stupid,” she deadpanned.

“You're not even gonna try?”

“Stupid,” she repeated. Then, she lurched back in her seat. “She wouldn't have the time for it, anyway.” She brought her beer up to her lips and let it rest there. “And I dunno. Even if I did, it's hard to speak with her. I can't... be assertive. Not with her.”

She took another swing of her beer while her friends watched her. Their stares were a mixture of emphatic, amused, and baffled, all interested in their own different ways at the sheer breadth of emotion on Vi's face. The pinkette was not exactly known for acting confused, uncertain, and hopelessly crushing, and for all of them, it was something entirely new.

Akali flicked a single brow up and pounded back in her seat. She brought her leg up as she huddled in the corner, setting her foot flat against the seat and throwing her elbow around her knee – all casual and catlike. “She can't seriously be that intimidating for you, Vi.”

A shrug. “She's... got one hell of a personality, I dunno.” Her eyes flicked off to the side. “She's also really hot. Like, distractingly hot. I get a bit – I dunno – tongue-tied around her.”

“You,” Akali repeated.

“Tongue-tied,” Ekko said.

Vi flushed and cursed. “Fuck, guys. She's like a supermodel. It's like throwing a – I dunno, it's like throwing a stooge in front of a supermodel.”

Akali snorted and shook her head. “You're useless.”

“Hey!”

“It's not like you're going to fuck your boss,” Ezreal pointed out. “So you can ignore that and, you know, try to improve your job?”

Vi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I wouldn't be asking you for advice on how to fuck her, either, so.”

“Geez,” Ezreal deadpanned. “Seriously.”

“Look,” Vi said, “fuck if I know what a corporate assistant is, right? But I know I’m supposed to be doing more than just brewing tea and shit.”

“So sit her down and ask for more responsibility!” Ezreal bemoaned, all to Vi’s scowl.

“It’s easier said than done!”

“Then gather your courage or some shit, dude,” Ekko dismissed while bringing his own beer up to his mouth. “Look, you -” He tilted his bottle, tilted it again, then frowned. “Oh. Empty.”

He put it down flat, and just a moment later Vi did the same; she knew from the weight of it in her hand that it was basically done, and if she were honest, she would have to say she felt the exact same: running on empty. “Same.”

Ekko eyed her up. “I’ll do another round if you stop moping.”

Vi grinned, easily rising to the challenge. As it was, she didn’t expect any real help from her friends. She knew the issue was something to do with herself and her boss, and there was no need to split further hairs about it. “I’ll stop moping if you cover it.”

Ekko barked out a laugh. “Deal.”

“Come,” Caitlyn had all but ordered that morning, her fingers snapping tersely in Vi’s direction. “I have a meeting to go to. You’re meant to be there.”

It came suddenly and abrupt, but Vi had practically been bouncing with excitement once it happened. Her boss, who had secluded herself in her office for the last day, emerged with a sense of refinement that left Vi almost parched in the mouth, and she’d been all too happy to accept the sudden offer of work that was sent her way. Because, as far as she was concerned, everything he’d been asked to do so far was a total joke.

The so-called ‘extra work’ Cait had promised her had honestly amounted to nothing. The new paperwork she was asked to do were just more basic fill in the fields type of stuff, with the occasional data report generation or less frequent file creation - but really, it was nothing of any particular note. For more than a third of the day, Vi was left without anything meaningful to do. Her laptop, mostly serving as a paperweight, was almost constantly open on some video or other, and her earbuds, which not a single person commented on, delivered whatever podcast she found interesting to pass the time with.

And no one said anything. Even if they noticed that she did little work and was basically Caitlyn’s errand girl, no one said a single damned thing about her watching videos, or sitting with her head bent over her chair and staring up at the ceiling, or her slouching with a want for something to do. There was just little to do. Her work was minimalistic, and at best, it could be considered tediously time-consuming and little more than that.

Really, Vi’s second week on the job was much the same as the first. She did basic, menial tasks for Caitlyn, acting like the most pointless corporate assistant ever - or so she assumed, since she still had no idea what the job entailed. She was just pretty sure it wasn’t stamping papers, filling out spreadsheets, copying things, printing things, posting things up, and running errands through the building - or spending thirty minutes at a time brewing tea to her boss’s exacting standards.

It had stretched on for a good three more days of pure monotony, and she could only recall fondly how college had been so much harder out of the gates than that. Even if others would have been happy to have a slacker job like hers, something about it all felt wrong. Vi had never actually been a slacker, even if she disliked deadlines and assignments and typically wanted to party or drink or get laid; she played hard and worked hard, simple as that.

So, really, Vi was all too happy to jump at the chance to do something.

“What do I need?” She asked, rising to her feet in a jumble.

“What? I don’t - pencil, pen, notebook, I suppose.” Caitlyn just shrugged and waved her hand. “It doesn’t quite matter, just something to look good.”

Nothing she said reassured Vi in the slightest, but like someone desperate to prove themselves - or, perhaps, a loyal puppy that was all too willing to suck up to their owner - she scooped up whatever she had to make herself seem like a good note-taking assistant and rose to her feet. Not for the first time, she noticed the height disparity between her and her boss; despite being somewhere around five-nine, Cait had a good few inches on her. Her heels were just overkill at that point, but Vi couldn’t say it wasn’t hot as all hell.

Tall, leggy, good body… gorgeous as hell… Vi just shook her head as she subtly admired her boss. Some people really do just win the genetic lottery.

“Righto, boss.” Vi propped up her notebook and utensils. “Lead the way?”

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked her up and down. She looked her over, reached out with one hand, and grabbed her red tie. Without saying anything she adjusted it, using fine, long fingers to tuck it into place, then ran her hand down her front and smoothed out the dress shirt which had become a tad messy over the course of hours of slouching. She said nothing, only nodding when she had finished, and left Vi a blinking, confused mess.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Caitlyn spun around and led her forward. Vi, still trying to process the fact that Cait had just fixed her tie for her and then ran her palm all over her chest and stomach, could only follow after her with clumsy steps. Even when it just came down to walking, the blue-haired CEO seemed to make it an art form; elegant steps, crisp sweeps of the legs, smooth, efficient strides that made her heels clack across the clean floor in a way that had to be calculated to turn heads.

Vi, following just behind her, had a perfect view of the sweep and curl of her wide hips, a sinfully sweeping gait that her hourglass waist rolling just right. She did not know if it was on purpose, if it was taught, or if it was instinctual, but she very much appreciated something as simple as watching her boss move. The tight-fitting slacks she wore didn’t disguise the curve of her ass at all, either, and it was all too clear that the blue-haired woman had a body like a lingerie model: perfect in every way.

Or, maybe that was just Vi being a horndog; it was hard to say. When it came down to it, Caitlyn was hot as sin and the tattooed woman that so fortunately became her assistant admired all of it. She’d never seen a woman as beautiful or as intelligent as her, and just as it was the first day she had met her, she was smitten by her mere appearance. She didn’t expect anything out of it, granted, but just being able to admire it all was exceedingly pleasant.

Vi was led straight to a meeting room - or one of them, she did not really know. She’d not gotten the full tour, and it didn’t look like any of the big glass rooms that overlooked the city skyline. It was bigger, and more private, than any of those, with heavier-set doors inlaid with a gold version of the company logo. Caitlyn did not speak a single word the entire time she brought her there, and, instead, all of her attention was focused on the pileup of people just outside the doors.

“Busy,” Vi noted idly. She did not expect to be heard or noticed, but Caitlyn, somehow, did.

“It’s a board meeting. It’s always busy.”

Vi blinked. The look on Caitlyn’s face and the tightness in her voice didn’t seem particularly good, but she could not understand why that would be. “So… do you need me to take notes about something, like, in particular…? Or do something? Not really sure how this, uh, works.”

Caitlyn looked at her askance. “Hm? Don’t worry about that. Do whatever, look busy I suppose. Just present yourself as usual and things will work fine for me.”

“I - what?” Vi frowned and blinked, but with the two still walking, she felt as if she were being led by a leash. “I don’t understand.”

Caitlyn spun around on her heel, forcing Vi to step back lest she collide with her chest - something that she had no real problem with but knew would be incredibly unprofessional and likely to involve a slap to the face. The motion brought them close, though, enough for her to almost discern the immaculate makeup on Caitlyn’s face, and she swore she felt her heart stutter. The woman was downright gorgeous, and she found her breathtaking.

Cait’s manicured hand rose up to adjust her collar, puffing it out just a touch, then swiped along her broad shoulder to flatten any creases. “Sit there, scribble something down, and look good. You do most of that rather well. I can handle the rest.”

Then, again, she turned, fast as that, and moved to greet the board members. She left Vi floundering in her wake, confused as all hell, with just a blank note stuck in her head. The instructions were as simple as they were confusing, and Caitlyn did not appear to give them much more consideration than that. It was almost as if Vi was just arm-candy to escort her there and back again, and that was all too distinctly proven when she sat down outside the board room and was left to just wait.

For hours. She just sat there as the board met in a close-doors session, with Vi only able to look in through the panes of tinted windows. She had no clue why she was there at all, and only on occasion did Caitlyn snap her fingers, coax her inside, and ask her to run and grab some papers for her - but never do anything more than that. She was not asked to do anything more than that, and she felt her pen wilt in her hand.

At some point, a secretary stepped into the office and laid out refreshments for all the board members, then stepped out with an ample sway to her hips. Vi watched her walk, bored out of her mind, and let their eyes meet as she passed. It was without intention and without gravity, but the brunette secretary stopped all the same.

“First time?” She asked, and Vi cocked her head backward.

“Huh?” She pulled herself up into a straighter pose. “Sorry, what’s that?”

“First time doing this?” She asked again with a wave of her hand, indicating the notepad and the pen.

Vi shuffled, looked down, then held it all up awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Figured,” the secretary chuckled, then used the back of her wrist to flip brown hair over her shoulder. “Haven’t seen you around before, but you fit her type. So.”

“I - what?” Vi shook her head and grinned in confusion. “Sorry? I don’t get it.”

“I just see plenty of you guys come and go, that’s all.” The secretary shrugged. “No offence. It’s a hard job.”

Vi stared at her. She raised her pink brows, shook her head, and snorted softly. “I wouldn’t call this hard. ”

“Well, maybe not anymore. But, assistants come and go… and you always look lost.”

Vi blinked with reptilian slowness. “Thanks.”

The secretary laughed. “Oh, darling, I’m not trying to be insulting! I just always see a confused new face sitting in on these meetings and it’s always a bit sad, that’s all. Bring a laptop next time; looks professional and you can fool around while you wait.”

“Well, I didn’t -” Vi stopped herself; there was no point in explaining that she thought she was going to be performing actual work for once. “Yeah, uh, thanks.”

The secretary giggled and winked. “Don’t mention it. Have fun!”

Vi just stared at the woman left, going about her totally normal, absolutely work-related daily routine - while she, instead, sat there, looking like little more than a paper weight herself. She couldn’t even say how long it was, but for a while she just scribbled on the paper while resting her chin in the palm of her hand, idly doodling out whatever came into her head. The secretary’s words didn’t phase her all that much, even if she processed them and crunched them down into understandable chunks.

She expected that Caitlyn had several assistants before her - that made sense. She didn’t get what was meant by type or why she went through so many, but it seemed as if her lack of work was not native to her specifically, but rather the job itself; of course, Vi couldn’t make much of a judgement off of the word of one secretary, and neither was she inclined to. She didn’t really care. People said shit all the time, and as far as she was concerned, it was nothing to concentrate on. Interesting, perhaps, but that was about it.

By the time the meeting was done, the clock hit just past noon. Vi felt hungry and annoyed and half asleep once Caitlyn walked out, and she left the room with quick, hurried steps, almost as if in a rush - or worse, bitterly annoyed. She basically whipped right by her assistant, and it was only six or seven paces afterward that Vi managed to rise up and hurriedly catch up to her - and tried her best not to stare at her swaying ass as she did so.

“Hey, Boss,” Vi called, quickly matching pace with her. “Ms. Kiramman. Boss.”

“Hm?” Caitlyn blinked and looked over her shoulder as if thoroughly distracted. “Oh. Vi. You’re still here.”

Vi was not sure how to feel about that, so she settled for a grin and a chuckle to alleviate any tension. “Yeah, still here.”

“Good - it was good optics, thank you.” Caitlyn kept on walking as if too distracted to really talk or associate herself with her. Her hand rose, her wrist tilted, and the expensive watch wrapped around her milk-like skin glinted in the white light of the offices. “It’s your lunch break, isn’t it?”

“Uh - yeah, it is, yes. Ma’am.” Vi brushed at her gelled-back hair with one hand and tried to keep her eyes level with her boss’s at the same time. Caitlyn’s stare was almost piercing even then, and looking away was as sure a sign of weakness as it was submission. “Did you want me to grab you something?”

“Me?” Caitlyn frowned, but it was brief. She shook it away in the next moment, her every motion calm and precise. “I don’t have time. I’m not hungry. Feel free to take an hour to yourself; I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Vi blinked a few more times than was necessary as she tried to process her boss’s quick words. “It’s my job, Ms. Kiramman. I’m just, uh, sorry I couldn’t do more for you? Didn’t really do all that much…”

Caitlyn looked at her strangely for a moment before humming through her nose. “I have it all quite handled, thank you very much. Just continue to look smart in a suit, Violet.”

Vi’s lips twitched. “If it’s not too unprofessional, ma’am, Vi is how I’d prefer to be called.”

“You’ve said, and I made note of it. I just like how Violet sounds on the tongue once and a while.” Caitlyn stepped up to the executive elevators and punched a key. “Take your lunch break, Vi. It’s best not to skip out.”

Without waiting for her assistant and without waiting for a response she stepped inside, pressed a button, and closed the doors. She left a flustered, confused Vi behind, who could only stare at the doors awkwardly for another long minute of pure uncertainty. Her mind was suspiciously blank despite the conversation she’d just had, and she had never felt the feeling of being pulled around on a leash then right then.

Shit. Vi wanted to smack her face. Why can’t I just say something around her?

Caitlyn was running herself ragged, Vi was pretty sure of it. She did exactly what she was told to do each and every day for another two weeks: performing basic paperwork, doing basic file managing, answering calls when the secretaries didn’t and brought her boss tea and coffee at her leisure - usually dictated by an email from said boss at choice points through the day.

Sometimes, Vi changed things up by adding in a sandwich in the morning or biscuits in the mid-afternoon, hoping to help her out with something. Sometimes, she found the plates polished as if Caitlyn was utterly famished; at other times, they were only nibbled upon while the tea or coffee remained half-drunk and cold; all as if her boss was too busy to do even that.

Everything about Caitlyn seemed busy. Too busy to take a break for tea or coffee, too busy to eat, too busy to delegate. Vi did pretty much nothing - not even stuff that people like her would usually do for an important boss. She didn’t schedule; Caitlyn handled that all herself. She didn’t file things; her boss handled that. She didn’t set up meetings or escort people around; the CEO had it all sorted.

She found it concerning. Vi was no expert, but it seemed like she was working too damned hard. Vi knew that sort of thing. One of her extended friends, Kayle, sister to her buddy Morgana, literally threw herself into law school until she collapsed from exhaustion - then wrote an exam through it anyhow. It seemed to her as if Caitlyn were doing the exact same thing, but she lacked the experience to really say if that was the case.

Through it all, Vi just did nothing. Each day, she performed the same tasks, did the same minimal work, and watched her boss handle all of it behind the closed doors of her office. It only ever seemed to escalate, and Caitlyn appeared to grow more terse, more cold, and more tired with each passing day. She noticed it first on a Tuesday; the slight hint of bags under her eyes that had not been properly covered up with make-up.

She noticed it next on Wednesday when Caitlyn had snapped at someone for being too slow in bringing her files. The same happened to Vi just later on Thursday, only for her to tentatively remind her that she had not, in fact, asked her to get anything at all, which led to a miffed and annoyed Caitlyn. Friday only got worse, where her boss appeared even colder still, as if she held the weight of the entire company on her shoulders - and, from the mountains of paperwork alone, that was almost likely.

Really, Vi felt pathetic. She didn’t know what to do about it, and she didn’t know how to assert herself and tell the woman that she could help her do something about it. She felt like an absolute idiot just walking into her office with tea and biscuits and then carting it away again a few hours later, or replacing papers, or bringing files, and doing nothing of any serious use while Caitlyn slaved away as if chained to her damned desk.

Vi had never seen anyone work that hard. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t her concern, but she could see that something was not right at all - and she didn’t know what to do about it. Granted, she had no place or right to do anything, but she felt as if she had a sense of responsibility to do something about it. It was what she had been hired to do, after all.

But she didn’t know what to do. She did not know if there was someone to talk to, or ask, or question, or really anything. She didn’t know if it was appropriate to bring that to the concern of someone else, and Vi did not want to step on too many toes. It seemed like everyone just knew about Caitlyn’s work habits and left it be, treating it as a totally normal function; by Vi’s reckoning, the odds of getting help from anyone were slim.

It was not something Vi could take upon herself, but she tried. In the break room she hooked up her laptop, kicked her feet up, and tried to research how to be a proper corporate assistant - and alongside that, she pulled up an information page for the company she worked at, flicked through a few different pages, and on a whim, tried to drag up information on Caitlyn Kiramman herself.

It was not at all hard. Caitlyn was not some idle figure or a CEO that went under the radar; her last name held a lot of sway behind it, much more than Vi would ever have thought. The woman was from money. Old money, it seemed. It listed net worths that boggled her mind and a legacy that made her wriggle in her seat, and the list of accomplishments that Caitlyn had under her belt even before she’d reached Vi’s age of twenty-five were enough to make her feel self-conscious - which said nothing of the rest of her achievements to date.

“And she’s only thirty-two,” Vi muttered to herself. “Man. Rich, foreign, successful…”

“And with a great deal of pressure on her shoulders,” said another voice, and Vi almost instantly jumped in her seat. “Her father is a neurosurgeon and her mother is a politician. A family like that demands success.”

Vi whipped her head around. A woman stood alongside her, not quite hovering and not quite leaning but just sort of waiting. She was tall, her body slender and elegant, with legs that seemed to go on forever and a neckline that was almost exaggerated in length. She wore a neat, professional-looking blouse and skirt, every inch of it tight and composed, and that matched the stiff and steely way she carried herself.

Blue eyes focused down on her intently, staring out of a face that was still beautiful despite being marked with the lines of age. Her white hair was much more indicative of just how old she likely was, but for all of that, she still looked as sharp and precise as Caitlyn; she had the same look about her.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” Vi rushed to say, then quickly stood and jerked her hand out to properly introduce herself. “I’m Vi, Ms. Ki -”

“Yes, I know. You’re Caitlyn’s newest assistant.” The woman nodded crisply and took her hand calmly. “I’ve seen you before.”

Vi fidgeted as they shook hands. The woman was familiar, but she didn’t know exactly who she was. “Yeah.. I think I’ve… seen you too…?”

“I’m the head of the R and D department,” the woman said, and Vi only frowned.

“...We have one of those…? Why do we have one of those…?”

“You don’t need to know.” The woman’s head flicked, jutting out the sharpness of her jawline. “My name is Camille, in case you didn’t already know.”

Alright, stiff. Vi put on her best smile and shook her hand nice and firmly. “It’s a pleasure.”

Camille’s chin jerked toward the laptop. “What’s this about? Doing research on your boss?”

“Uh - yeah. I was just curious.” Vi was not sure how best to respond without seeming weird, so she settled for something neutral. “Wanted to know a bit more about everything here.”

Camille arched a fine white brow. She was as immaculately maintained as Caitlyn, a sculpted sort of perfection that made her look good. “That’s more effort than any of the other assistants, in truth. Most just… cruise on by.”

“Yeah?” Vi looked at her laptop, then back again. “The, uh, other assistants, huh? I’ve heard there were a few.”

“A few.” Camille adjusted her posture, which Vi found impressive. She did not think it was impossible to adjust something so stiff, but she did it easily. “One might call the turnover rate an occupational hazard.”

Vi wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a joke or not, but she laughed anyhow. “Seems almost too easy for that sort of thing!”

“A necessity.”

Vi, still grinning, licked her lips. “Why’s that?”

“You’re oddly inquisitive.” Camille cocked her head and waved her hand at the laptop. “Why the interest? Beyond your curiosity, that is.”

Vi considered what she could say and what she wanted to say, then thought twice about it. She had nothing to gain by being dismissive and everything to gain by being direct, so she went for it. “I’m just wondering why it is that Kiramman hired an assistant without any intention of giving me actual work to do.”

Camille propped her eyebrow up.

“She’s working herself, like, to the bone.” Vi shrugged helplessly. “It doesn’t seem right.”

“What, and you want to help ?” Camille asked almost scornfully, and Vi, flinching, just clicked her tongue and nodded her head.

“Yes.”

“Despite your utter lack of experience?”

Does everyone know about that? Vi thought, but nodded anyhow. “Yeah, that’s about right.”

Camille flashed her teeth for a brief moment. “Good woman.”

Vi blinked. “Uhm.”

“The answer to your question of why Caitlyn would hire you to twiddle your thumbs is exactly that; she hired you to do nothing but twiddle your thumbs.” Camille looked askance for a moment, then back again. “She’s been through a ton of assistants at this point, all incompetent. Now, it’s simply about the optics.”

“The - yeah, she said that before.” Vi frowned her way through the explanation. “I still don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to get it,” Camille replied, almost as if to insult her - but she continued explaining things regardless. “That’s the entire point of it. She was, in essence, forced to hire an assistant for the exact reasons you have pointed out. Excess work. Putting it all on herself. Etcetera, etcetera. The board… and others… all but demanded it of her. She tried, most failed to keep up, and the position was relegated to whoever caught her eye. They last a month, she gets tired, and another comes in.”

Vi’s jaw slackened. “Shit.”

“It’s entirely for show. She was required to take a secretary, so she hires whoever and offers them menial tasks to get through the day. Thus, she looks good for the people that matter, they remain none the wiser, and the medium is continued.” Camille’s smile was small and curt. “An interesting little cycle.”

Vi stared and frowned. “I wouldn’t call it interesting.”

If anything, Camille seemed almost amused. “What would you call it?”

“Shitty?” Vi shook her head. “I get bad assistants but like, no one deserves that much work or shit put on ‘em.”

“Nothing to do with you being a pointless hire?”

Vi chuckled ruefully. “I knew that from like, day one.”

Camille grinned. She reached out to squeeze her shoulder, then left her hand there. “Good woman.”

Vi blinked again. “Thanks?”

“It’s nice to see someone with sympathy around here. Too many like the free ride that comes with having a woman who will work themself to the bone to get everything done. Alas, no one can do what Caitlyn does.” Camille seemed a bit more somber, then. “I think she needs to be surrounded by more people that are willing to share the burden… or, at least serve as a shoulder to rest on. Something like that, at least.”

Holy hell, is this chick just unloading on me? Or… testing me? Vi was not sure what to think, but she tried to make sense of it all. “Uh, yeah, I agree. I wanna help, but I don’t know how. She’s hard to reach. I… well…”

She looked at Camille for help, but the woman didn’t have anything to offer. It was clear on her face that she was in the same position as Vi: well-meaning, but little to show for. “I’ve talked to her a thousand times. It is very difficult for her to see reason by any practical means. She is, unfortunately, an exceedingly stubborn girl.”

“Well. Shit.” Vi chuckled sadly. “I, uh. Was hoping someone could help.”

“Short of barging into her office and setting out an ultimatum? I am not sure there is a way. Granted, that would likely see you fired…” Camille’s white head of hair twisted around as she looked at her. “...And you appear to have a level-head, regardless of what your appearance might indicate. I think that outcome would be most unfortunate.”

“My…” Vi trailed off and shook her head. “I’m not sure if we’re like, having a moment right now or if you’re backhand insulting me -”

“A bit of both, I confess.”

Vi stared at Camille. Then, she started to laugh. “Thanks, Camille. One hell of a vote of confidence.”

“I’m not voting on anything. You just seem to care, whereas everyone else enjoyed the paycheck.” Camille stepped away from her, all calm and smooth. “And… I am concerned about Caitlyn’s performance, too. She’s slipping more and more, and in doing so, she gets angry at herself. I can tell. That’s always a bad combination.”

“Yeah, she was a bit snappy today.” Vi shrugged. “The last few days.”

“Short of an intervention…” Camille trailed off and sighed. “Not much to be done, however. She is too strong-willed for any standard sit-down. That being said, I am sure the support of a good assistant will go a long way.”

Camille stepped back again before Vi could get a word in edgewise. “Regardless, I have spent too much time here. I really must be off.” A nod, sharp and precise. “If you need anything, Vi, I’ll endeavor to help. You have a good head on your shoulders, and I appreciate that. I can only hope that Caitlyn does the same. Oh, and don’t repeat any of this.”

Vi watched her leave. She had nothing much to say, and with Camille’s words heavy in her head, she just let herself fall to her seat and thought about it all. It was a lot to process, but only half of it was genuine news to her. She had figured enough from the evidence that her job was for show, her qualifications did not matter, and that no one else really cared about the free ride.

Vi knew, if nothing else, that something had to be done; she’d be a terrible assistant otherwise.

Caitlyn's attitude only seemed to sour more and more, becoming tighter, more terse, as if some horrid deadline weighed over her head. She didn't really show it, but it was evident to Vi in the tilt of her lips and the angle of her brows. She seemed increasingly pissed by the day, her paperwork building along with her fraying nerves, and the pinkette had no idea what to do about it. When she tried to inject some levity or bring up that she could do something, her boss would snap and tell her in no unsubtle terms to fuck off – and that was that, on a cycle.

At least, that was before Caitlyn all but locked herself in her office. From morning until evening, when Vi's hours were done, her boss was locked tight. She heard not a peep, saw not a hint of her. She had closed herself off from the world, and Vi, despite her better judgment, got worried. She knew, on the one hand, that it was totally not her business at all to be worried about her, that she didn't have to hawkishly look at her door for hours on hours to see if she would escape her isolation.

She did so anyhow. It concerned her, even if everyone else waved it off as 'Kiramman being Kiramman.' Vi was not so easily settled, and without any motivation other than her boss's well-being, she stuck behind after her hours were finished. She citing some bullshit about being asked to stay late, but she clocked out, logged out, and waited there at her desk; full well knowing she would not get paid for it, but hoping just to keep an eye on Caitlyn and make sure she got out at some reasonable time.

That was four hours ago. Without heads or tails of her boss, Vi got worried. In her worry, she got damned annoyed; annoyed that Caitlyn was acting stressed out, and in that stress, lashing out at her assistant. When she further considered Camille's words about people being let go over such an easy job, she figured it likely had to do with Caitlyn's treatment of them – and if that was the case, it was possible her boss was locked in a cycle of work-related stress and obscene workloads no normal person could handle.

So, Vi resolved to do something about it. It might have taken a few hours to build her courage, it might have taken a bit for her to gather the necessary willpower to stand up, but she swallowed back her hesitation and stepped right up to her boss's office with all the confidence she could muster. She knocked on the door three times, each one loud and clear, making sure she got the attention of the woman behind it.

“Ms. Kiramman?” She called. “I'd like to come in.”

There was a long, quiet pause. She heard nothing, just as she hadn't for the entire day. It was -

“It's unlocked,” Caitlyn called back, a strange hitch to her voice. “Not like I can keep people out, anyways...”

Vi twisted the handle and found that it was, in fact, unlocked. It had not been earlier, and she was not sure when that had changed. She opened the door, cast it wide, and stepped inside with as much confidence as she could feel. She did intend to challenge her boss, after all. She had to be -

She blinked once. Then, twice. Her eyes went wide just a moment later, and she felt her saliva catch in her throat. Caitlyn was, of course, behind her desk as always, settled behind stacks of paperwork – but she was slouched across it in an almost slovenly fashion, her blue hair flowing over her shoulders in a strangely elegant mess. She looked tired and annoyed, but that didn't matter to Vi so much as the bottles of brandy and whisky scattered over the wooden surface: two bottles of whisky, both frosted glass, both totally empty, and one bottle of brandy with barely a sliver of liquid left at the very bottom of it.

A series of tumblers were scattered about, some loitered with amber liquid, others empty, a couple bearing the imprints of lipstick. All had seen heavy use, but it was clear from the red marks around the rims of the bottles that they had only lasted briefly before Caitlyn had sought out the source of the alcohol and buried herself in that, instead. It was enough to make Vi's jaw drop, and the realization that her boss had been drinking hard liquor smashed into her like a train.

“B-boss,” she stammered as she stomped forward, going for the desk without understanding why she did so, “H-hey, are you alright? You -”

“Why wouldn't I be alright?” Caitlyn mused, her lips curled into a half-grin. She pushed herself up from her desk in a surprisingly skillful sweep, showing inherent elegance in a movement as sloppy as that. “Do you think I can't take a drink, Vi?”

“I – what?” Vi stopped in front of her desk and started picking the bottles up. “Ms. Kiramman, you just -”

“Caitlyn.”

“Huh?”

Caitlyn looked at her. “Call me Caitlyn.”

Vi's mouth hung open. “What?”

“You're not that stupid, I know.” Caitlyn leaned against her desk, almost as if to crawl over it. “Come on. I want to hear you say it.”

“You... Drank a lot.” Vi stood the bottles at the edge of the desk in a neat line. She was not sure why she did it, but somehow, seeing the untidy mess of glass on Caitlyn's desk felt wrong. “Three whole bottles, that's – shit. Are you okay? Do you, uh, need -”

“-I can take a drink,” Caitlyn chuckled lowly, her breath almost misting out. “I don't need help.”

“Yeah, that's what drunks usually say. Trust me, I'd know.” Vi offered a sympathetic grin as she adjusted the tumblers. “C'mon, Ms. Kiramman, you've been cooped up in here long enough.”

“Have I? Who are you to say?” Caitlyn let out a laugh. “Maybe this is what I do every night, Vi. What would it matter?”

“I'd seriously hope you're not drinking yourself under the table every night,” she deadpanned, and at the same time started to collect and tidy up papers. She did not know why she did it beyond a general feeling that it seemed right, and that was what she wanted to stick with. “That's ridiculous, Kiramman. No one goes through three bottles of hard liquor like that.”

“Vi.”

Vi looked down at her boss, only to be met with the sight of her half-risen from her seat, one hand flat against the desk and the rest of her poised across the edge. The other hand reached out faster than she could breathe and gently sent fingers sliding along her chin, cupping it with shocking deftness for a drunk. It was enough to make her breath hike, and as the sound shuddered from her throat, Caitlyn grinned.

“Call me Caitlyn.”

Vi wet her lips. “Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn hummed. “As nice as I thought it would sound. Quaint.”

“I – this is so fucking confusing,” Vi bemoaned, her head shaking Caitlny's fingers off. “You're drunk, boss. Look, tell me where your briefcase is so I can pack it, and, uh, I’ll - you’re too drunk to drive, so I’ll bring you home, alright? And grab you in the morning or some shit. Just - “

“Oh, you are adorable when you’re flustered,” Caitlyn laughed. Slowly, she returned to her seat and slumped back. “A soft side is a good look for you, I’ll say. Goes wonderfully with the general… hm… aesthetic.”

“I - boss -” Vi floundered, stuck at a loss for words. It sounded like Caitlyn was flirting with her, but she was surely too drunk to be doing so. Or, if she was, then her inebriated state meant that Vi didn’t have to take her seriously - her only priority should be to get her home. “Just help me out here and I’ll get you home in a jiffy, alright?”

Caitlyn laughed - a low, husky sound that clearly showed her intention not to play along. “Take me home? Where, pray tell? Your home?”

“M-mine?” She yelped, then almost wanted to smack herself on the forehead. “I - no, Boss, Caitlyn, I’m taking you back to your place. Just - is this yours?” She hefted up a briefcase, then again wanted to hit herself. “I mean, ‘course it is, your office. One sec -”

Caitlyn watched it all with an amused expression. “Why not, Vi?”

Vi hesitated. “Why - why not what ?”

“Why not take me back to your place?” The blue-haired woman asked as she slowly pushed herself up from her chair and slipped in alongside the edge of her desk, almost sliding her way toward the flustered woman. “Are you afraid, perchance? So many people are, so I wonder…”

“I - no, I’m not afraid,” Vi replied, though she was, at that moment, incredibly confused and more than a bit totally lost. Caitlyn moved toward her like a hunter on the prowl, a lioness making a move, and she had no idea what to do. “That has nothing to do with it; you’re drunk, you need to go home.”

“I am not actually anywhere near that drunk,” she laughed, and fingers moved out to flutter across Vi’s bicep; all slow and teasing. “Besides, what’s the harm? Hm? I can’t let loose once and a while?”

“No, you’re seriously drunk -”

“I am not,” Caitlyn insisted, still drawing closer. She pressed near to her, reaching out to run her hand along a shoulder, and Vi wanted to yelp. “I am quite in control of my faculties.”

“T-that has nothing to do with it,” Vi protested, her face flushing red because holy fuck, Caitlyn was too close to her. She was also far too aware that her boss had, at some point, loosened her collar, tugged her tie aside, and popped a few buttons of her shirt, leaving bare a deep track of cleavage. “You’ve been drinking. You’re -”

“-You’re actually very attractive,” Caitlyn all but purred, and Vi felt her heart thump in her throat. She was at a total loss as to what was happening, and right then, it had never been more clear that her boss was coming on to her. “And I know you find me attractive.”

“Boss, Caitlyn, seriously,” Vi stammered, her confidence and self-assurance falling away in seconds. She had never actually been helpless around women and was more than comfortable enough to match someone that hit on her, but not when it was her damned drunken boss. “You’re - you’re not thinking straight.”

“I know you’ve been staring at me, Vi,” Caitlyn hummed, getting in closer and closer. She slid right up against her, fingers curling into the fabric of her jacket, her body bearing down on her as if she wanted to hug her - or something like that, Vi wasn’t sure. All she knew that it was breathtaking and mortifying at the same time, and she had no idea what to do. “Checking me out. Would it be such a bad thing to bring me to your home?”

Caitlyn got in even closer, her breath curling against Vi’s ear. “Want to know something? I like the attention. It’s hot. ”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Vi stated flatly, letting a measure of her usual self take control. Hot woman hitting on her or not, she was not going to let her drunk boss crawl up all over her; Vi was not that type of person. She, instead, grabbed Caitlyn by the shoulders and all but shoved her back, making some respectable room between them. “Look, Cait. You’re drunk, you’re clearly stressed out, and I’m gonna take you home to work this off, okay? Just bear with me.”

“Wow,” Caitlyn smirked and put her hands on her shoulders. “So firm, hm?”

Vi sighed, shook her head, tried to wipe away her blush, and just eased her boss away from her as firmly as she dared. With her free hand, she swiped up a briefcase that likely didn’t have anywhere near enough in it and held it up, showing Caitlyn that she meant business.

“I’ll drive you home,” she told her flatly, “and in the morning I’ll pick you up and bring you back here, okay? Okay. Come on -”

Caitlyn didn’t make a move, even when Vi turned to leave. The pink-haired woman moved a good eight steps toward the door, hoping for her boss to follow her, and found nothing at all - and so, sighing, she twisted around and stared at her. The woman just leaned against her desk, her hair flowing over her shoulders in a rush of blue, her collar askew and messed, her chest puffed out oh-so-appetizingly, and a knowing smirk on her lips.

“Do you even know where I live, Vi?” she asked, her words curling around in her mouth, and Vi wanted to sigh.

Fuck. “No. No, I don’t.” She licked her lips. “Caitlyn, please. Let me help you.”

Caitlyn released a shaky sigh. “What if I said I didn’t want to be alone tonight?”

Vi grumbled under her breath. “Please, just let me - I don’t want you to sleep on your desk or drink anymore tonight, alright? Please.”

“So altruistic. ” Caitlyn chuckled entirely to herself and closed her eyes. “Lead the way to your car, Vi. I’m in your capable hands.”

Vi’s jaw tensed and worked hard. I am so fucked, aren’t I?

“C-Caitlyn - Caitlyn, please,” Vi groaned, not quite able to keep up with the way that Caitlyn moved against her. Hands were all over her shirt, lips were against her neck, kissing away at her skin without ever once touching her mouth. Her boss basically assaulted her from the moment she opened the door, and every moment afterward was just pure sexual aggression.

She didn’t know what to do about it. Caitlyn had not told her her home address, and she had been forced to bring her back to her shitty apartment - a place that a woman like her did not deserve to be in at all. But, Vi, thinking she was too inebriated to be coherent, let it slide. Only, Caitlyn was anything but, and the moment she could she was all over her. It was wrong, and Vi knew it.

She just didn’t know what to do about it.

Caitlyn, with deft, clever tugs of her fingers, parted Vi’s dress shirt with near-laughable ease. Her hands ran over the defined expanse of her abs in just the very next moment, almost taking shameful glee in the sudden assault. She raked her fingertips across the bumps and swells of well-muscled strength and ran her palms across the many little hills of her six-pack, visibly enjoying the way they felt against her skin. It was a motion of pure shameless indulgence, and from the way Caitlyn breathed out against her neck, she could feel it. Her boss wasn’t pulling out any of the stops, and for once, Vi felt like the responsible party in the room.

She hated being the responsible party.

“Caitlyn, stop, we - we can’t,” Vi groaned, struggling to put some distance between them. She couldn’t, however. Caitlyn stuck onto her like glue, feeling up her stomach while kissing her collarbone, and it felt like nothing more than bringing a girl home after too many drinks at a bar.

“Don’t you find me attractive?” Caitlyn murmured against her collar, her lips just an inch shy of the skin. “You are not entirely subtle at the office, dear. Always looking, always staring…” She leaned in closer still, her breath all wet and husky. “Don’t say you haven’t imagined this; imagined me.”

“Of course I have,” Vi snapped. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re also drunk, and I’m not going to sleep with my drunk boss - or my boss in general, like, seriously -”

“I’m not your boss tonight,” Caitlyn laughed, her hands pushing at her, raking across her abs, and almost guiding her through the room. She had a few inches of height on Vi, and right then, as she leaned into her, she used it to her advantage. “I’m just -”

“How are you not my boss?!” Vi asked in a fluster, her face red. She tried to step back, tried to get more room, only for Caitlyn to step in closer still. Her back hit the edge of the couch’s armrest, offering no more room to move; and still, her hands hovered hesitantly, unwilling to grab Caitlyn and push her away.

“I could fire you and make it easy,” Caitlyn chuckled, and Vi flushed even more.

“H-hey -”

“Or I could order you. Corporate mandate, little miss assistant.” She chuckled, low and breathy. “Or you could just listen to me, hm?”

“S-seriously, this - this is -” Vi protested, but remained utterly helpless in the face of it all. Right then, without so much forethought, Caitlyn began to remove her clothing: fingers deftly plucking at buttons, tugging aside white cloth, rolling at the waistband of a skirt, and the assistant was just left to stare . “This isn’t you. You don’t do this.”

Something in Caitlyn’s eyes flashed. “What would you know about what I do?”

Caitlyn’s voice was a low, muscle chuckle, both wry and annoyed. She shook her head, and at the same time, her hands snapped outward to almost slam against Vi’s shoulders. She pushed Vi back against the couch, sending her toppling right over the edge of it. She thumped back against the cushions in a fluster, her face red and her lips parted, unable to comprehend anything going on.

“What do you know, besides my act at work?” She asked again, all while peeling off her shirt as if in a race. Vi’s mouth became progressively dryer and dryer by the moment, staring in awe at the sudden sight of her boss’s naked torso.

“I…” Vi had no answer. Neither was one looked for; Caitlyn just stripped herself down, showing off a set of tits that Vi knew had to be in the upper ranges of a D-cup at a minimum - and, wrapped up as they were in a dark blue bra, presented an utterly gorgeous display of creamy cleavage. Her awe-inspiring chest led down to a flat stomach of perfect skin and a hipline that made an hourglass look paltry by comparison, and Vi was not sure she’d ever seen someone so good looking in her life. “C-Caitlyn, I…”

Caitlyn shucked her skirt off with deft finesse, showing off a body that, to Vi’s eyes, was utterly perfect. Smooth, unblemished, undeniably fit, but all soft curvature; wide hips, gorgeous thighs, a beautiful waist, and a set of tits that left her mouth watering. She couldn't stop herself from getting hard at the sight of it, and when the blue-haired woman just hopped over the couch and sat right down on her legs, she was in awe.

“You’re so fuckin’ drunk,” Vi whined, struggling to find something - anything - to do.

“Am I?” She shook her head and leaned forward, hands scraping Vi’s abs, moving down to pluck at her belt and strip it down. She was all but accosting her right then, and Vi couldn’t do anything about it. She was helpless - and, worse, it was the single hottest thing she’d ever gone through in her life. “I’m really nowhere near that drunk, actually. I drink that much every few days or so. I’ve got a fairly high tolerance.”

“That’s what everyone says,” she protested, and only let out a shaky noise as the waistband of her pants was brought down. Caitlyn moved with firmness, making it all seem easy. Vi had to push herself up on her forearms just to get a good look at it all, and her boss made perfect use of that, too. She leaned in further, her blue head of hair dipping down until silky hair started to pool against the chiseled lines of her stomach, filling in the gaps in a strangely lurid, intoxicating way.

“Is it? I wouldn’t know.” Caitlyn leaned down and breathed against her stomach, entirely avoiding the swells of her chest contained in her sports bra and instead moved down against the defined hardness of her stomach. “But I am more than lucid and coherent enough to make choices, Violet.”

“You -”

Caitlyn kissed her stomach, planting her mouth down against her abs without a care. Vi gasped, but her boss just purred receptively and pressed down. She almost nuzzled against the firmness of her belly, running lips over the muscular hardness she found there, all while her hand sank down to pull at her pants. She moved as if she understood everything she wanted to do and how to do it, and Vi, really, was just pulled along for the ride.

“You’re Violet, born… ninety-seven, twenty-five years of age, graduated with a diploma of -”

“Are you just gonna list off my resume?!” Vi asked in a fluster, still trying to rise from the couch and still finding Caitlyn going down on her. It was insane, and the worst part was that she did nothing to stop it. At any point, she could force Caitlyn off of her - but she didn’t actually want to. It was too damned hot, and a part of her knew she was just letting it happen. “That doesn’t prove you’re not drunk!”

“I didn’t imagine you’d be one to turn down a woman going down on you, Vi,” Caitlyn chuckled, her lips rolling across the hardness of her abs.

Vi struggled to sit up. “When they’re not in their right mind I am -!”

Caitlyn sat up. She grabbed Vi’s shoulders and all but slammed her down, using her body weight to do so. “I am fully capable of making my own choices in sound mind and offer my full consent, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Vi baulked. “Caitlyn -”

“Vi, if you don’t want this, tell me. Say you don’t.” Caitlyn looked at her meaningfully, but Vi found that very, very hard when she was wearing nothing but lingerie that made her look hotter than ever. “Do not put the onus on me. It’s a choice by you, not myself. I want this.”

“I don’t want to take advantage,” Vi almost whispered.

Caitlyn grinned. “Your concern is as heartwarming as it is unexpected - which is to say, a great deal.”

Vi shuddered. “W-what kind of woman did you take me for?”

“I’m not sure. I am very eager to find out, however.”

Caitlyn’s hand sank down, and Vi was left to gasp as they wormed their way under her pants and just grabbed her dick right then and there without a hint of hesitation. Her entire body shuddered as her boss’s hand skillfully swept it up and squeezed down on the hard length of a dick, and despite the shame she felt that she couldn't control her arousal the entire time her boss had seduced her, she couldn’t do anything about it. It was, after all, just too damned hot for her.

Everything about it was. The way that Caitlyn moved, the way that she pulled her shaft out of her pants, the way she looked sitting in her lap: a busty goddess of unblemished perfection, a supermodel that almost looked hand-sculpted to be as gorgeous as possible, wrapped up nice and tight in dark blue lingerie. Even if it was all strictly Vi’s libido speaking, she couldn’t deny it.

“You’re big, ” Caitlyn cooed, sounding pleasantly pleased. Vi was a respectable eight or so inches, a nice, broad length that always served her well, but the way Caitlyn looked down at it made it seem so much more so. “This seems fun.”

“Y-yeah?” Vi swallowed hard and, again, tried to push herself up onto her forearms.

“Definitely,” Caitlyn purred, and sounded all too happy with herself. Her hips rolled in the next moment, and as she adjusted her stance, she sent the cock sliding between the gap of her legs - right up against the lingerie that covered her mound. “Ah… I’m going to enjoy this, I think. Enjoy you. ”

Vi swallowed hard. “That sounds… hot.”

Caitlyn smirked. Her eyes were as focused as she was in the office right then, as she stared down at Vi. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Vi couldn’t claim that she was drunk or not in her right mind - in some way, she was, but she was acting in a perfectly coherent and rational way. She made her choice, and she showed no hesitation in it. Vi did not know what would drive her to such a point, but the fact that she did was noticeable.

It was also noticeable when she licked her lips and began to pull her panties off to the side, snuggly hooking the velvety blue fabric around and offering Vi’s first glimpse at her petals - something that made her heart leap and stutter. Sinfully wide hips rose, moving up along her body, and a hand dragged her dick upward - hoisting it and readying it for sex.

“I don’t see a point in waiting,” Caitlyn chuckled. “Let’s get to the fun bit, yes?”

“I - wait,” Vi stammered, quick and earnest. “Wait, I’ve got a, uh, I’ve got condoms in my bedroom. Bed’s more comfy anyways, we -”

“No, no point,” Caitlyn huffed, and quite eagerly rolled her hips forward. In an instant, Vi’s dick ground across the length of her lower lips, pressing all over her soft folds in the most lurid of ways. “It’s fine -”

“No, it’s not fine,” Vi insisted, and rose up into a proper sitting position. Her hands cupped Caitlyn’s waist even as the woman rolled herself along her cock, dragging surprisingly wet folds across the broad girth. “It’ll take a sec, Cait.”

“I love the way you say that,” Caitlyn drawled, and almost leaned down for a kiss - or something like it, but Vi was not going to let Caitlyn brush off her concern. Vi, though quite content for raw sex when she could, only did so when it was safe. She was always hyper-conscious of safety, and made sure not to sacrifice that for just a night of pleasure. Not even then, not even with her boss.

“Caitlyn, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Don’t worry about it.” The woman laughed, shook her head, and rolled her waist up until the soft lips of her pussy were nudging against the head of Vi’s dick - a breathtaking sensation that only left her wanting more. In a second, Caitlyn could drop down and she would be deep inside of her. It would take nothing more than that. “Just let it go, darling. Just let me handle it.”

“Absolutely not,” Vi said, her voice the firmest it had been all night. Her hands, passive before, now clamped down around Caitlyn’s narrow waist and held in her place; preventing any sort of movement at all, stopping her from even trying to take it inside of her.

“Ohhhh,” Caitlyn husked, and her pupils positively dilated. “You’re strong. Where was this a few minutes ago?”

“A few minutes ago I wasn’t gonna have unsafe sex,” Vi said, her voice flat and firm. For her, it was a serious thing - for Caitlyn, not so much. She could see that, but she didn’t want to compromise herself any more than that. Some half-drunk sloppy sex was one thing; lingering regret, another.

“What’s the issue?” Caitlyn asked almost dismissively, but Vi’s hands remained tight. She locked her down and prevented any movement, showing off the raw strength of her arms in the process. Caitlyn knew, just as surely as if Vi had told her, that any initiative she thought she had was only offered because of her passiveness; she could, at any point, use her considerable strength to manhandle her.

“Pregnancy, duh.” Vi rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to just - just do that, Cait.”

“Oh, that is adorable.” Caitlyn’s hand rose to cup her chin, and a smooth, deft thumb pressed against her lower lip. “...It’s fine, Vi. I’m on the pill.”

“I -” She blinked. “You are?”

“Yes. I am. If that doesn’t help, I’ve got other medicine in my case.” Caitlyn smiled and pressed her thumb down. “I just didn't think you would actually care, so I did not mention it.”

“O-oh. Well, I do.” Vi swallowed hard, and found it distracting to speak when Cait’s face was so close and her thumb was so coyly poised. “I’m only, uh, twenty-five, Cait. I don’t really want a kid right now. N-not that you’re not a good person for that, but - but you know. Like, shitty place, unstable, uh, job, so…”

“My, my. Such level-headedness.” Cait’s eyes twinkled. “That only makes you more attractive, you know.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” Caitlyn licked her lips and pulled back. “It’s safe, I assure you. Now, if you would be so kind as to release me, I’d love to give you your reward.”

Vi, all too aware that Caitlyn’s lips were poised right above the head of her cock - which was, right then, braced in her free hand - and ready to take her shaft inside, felt her heart stutter. She swallowed hard, realizing that every barrier along the way to prevent it had been cleared, and she was going to fuck her boss right then. It was going to happen, and it hit her like a ton of bricks.

“I - yeah, sure, uh.” She licked her mouth. “I -”

“Just leave it to me,” Caitlyn purred, all low and seductive. “I want this.”

Vi’s hands released their grip and slipped down to her broad hips, just settling there. “Okay, if -”

Caitlyn did not wait. Rather, she just pushed herself down onto her cock, smooth and sudden as that. Vi, for that time, was in awe. It was impossible not to be. She had the single most gorgeous woman she'd ever seen in her life right there on her lap, hand poised around her dick, the folds of her pussy starting to gobble up – were gobbling it up right there, right then. She felt the warmth of inner walls wrap around her and a comfortable, firm tightness surrounding her, and it took everything inside of her body not to jump up.

“Oh,” Vi breathed. “Holy shit. This is happening.”

She was shocked – and how could she not be? Caitlyn sat on top of her, right there in her lap, the creaminess of her perfect skin exposed and only her chest kept locked away in a bra of smooth, velvety blue. It was an entrancing sight, and one that she could only stare at in awe. Everything about Caitlyn was breathtaking to her, and her mind struggled with that shock and beauty. She did not know what to do with any of it, and it showed in her indecision.

Caitlyn knew what she wanted, though. She purred with a hint of a drunken lilt, reached out with one hand to grab Vi's shoulder, and squeezed. Her body pressed down at the same time, dropping herself onto the thick dick below without a second thought, showing no hesitation in it. She just took it inside of her right then and there, sliding along the first few inches, then more, just pushing it into herself. The size of Vi's dick did not seem to bother her in the slightest, and there was nothing but eagerness in her motions.

“Oh,” Caitlyn breathed. She said nothing more, not at first, and just groaned, her head rolling, as she took it into herself. She dropped down into her lap with a sort of sweeping motion that left Vi breathless, and she, too, groaned at the feeling of her shaft disappearing into the tight cleft of her boss – her gorgeous, pretty boss, someone she never thought she would sleep with, who was, right then, in her lap and going down on her dick.

It was utterly baffling, but there it was. Caitlyn dropped down nice and securely, swallowing up over half of Vi's cock on that one go. Lips stretched out, folds swelled, and the tunnel around the cock swept in, gripping her all too tightly. It was nice and strong and firm, a squeezing hand of sensation that made Vi groan and sigh. Her fingers dug into her boss's sinfully wide waistline and rolled along the perfect curves of it, doing nothing but admiring the absolutely amazing swells.

“Holy shit, Caitlyn,” Vi groaned. “You're actually -”

“Mmmm,” Caitlyn groaned, cutting through Vi's husked words. “You are a lot bigger than I expected.”

She said nothing more, not at first. She licked her lips and rolled her neck, then rolled her hips – bucking on top of her, grinding down against the bulk of her cock. Walls stretched and fluttered in a way that Vi found all too delightful, but the sight of it was best of all. Caitlyn in her lap was a sight to behold, and as those broad hips flicked forward and pressed down against her, she was left in awe. It was, quite possibly, one of the hottest things she had ever seen, and that came from a woman who had laid dozens before.

Caitlyn licked her lips, quick and furtive. In the same breath, her waistline flexed and her flat, smooth stomach contorted, shifting with motion. She pulled up the cock, moving it across her insides with surprising finesse, and Vi was left to groan at the unexpected, but wholly amazing, stimulation. It was everything sh9e could have wanted and more, with the gripping of walls sliding across her cock in all the best ways, and she loved it. Her fingers squeezed her waistline with passion, encouraging her with that firm press, and showed how much she adored it.

“It's been a long time since I've felt something like this,” Caitlyn husked, her voice low and throaty. Her head lifted and tilted, showing off the fullness of her neck – another delightful sight. “Oh...”

her hips pulled up, moving along the thickness of her dick, dragging her cunt off of it with a thoroughly thick and wet noise. A pleasant sound, but one that was far less interesting than just watching Caitlyn move. The way that her hips rolled up around the top of her shaft, still grinding her cock against her inner walls, was delightful for Vi – and watching her hips move with sudden passion, dropping right back down without a single second of hesitation, was even more so.

“Caitlyn, holy shit,” Vi groaned, her hands tensing around her hips. She wasn't sure what to do, but her waistline made for such a good handhold that she almost did not want to let go. “You're – this is – I - “

“What?” Caitlyn asked, her head tilting downward and hair sliding along her shoulders. “It's what? This is what?”

Vi stared at her face. Then, after a moment, she smirked. “You really wanna know, huh?”

“Consider me invested,” Caitlyn breathed as she pushed herself down, sending her hips as low as she could. Her cunt gobbled up so many inches of cock that it was dizzyingly pleasant, and Vi bit her lip in raw pleasure. She always loved being with a girl, and Cait was no different in that regard – but she was so much more beautiful and amazing besides, making it seem all the better for it.

“You're so insanely hot,” she told her, hands sliding along the reach behind Caitlyn and get a good grip of her ass. “And this is so insanely amazing that I think I'm going to wake up from a dream any second now.”

Caitlyn laughed. “No dream, Vi. Just a good night.”

Vi smirked. She squeezed the weight of Caitlyn's ass and almost immediately groaned to finally feel it against her hands; the size of it so profound that it squished and filled out her palms immediately, then bulged out between her fingers in a satisfyingly pleasant way. It was soft, squishy, and fat, a plentiful globe of white skin that was absolutely delectable to sink her fingers into. She pressed in deep with a gratifying groan, adoring the dough-like sensation that hit her but moments afterward.

“God, your ass feels as good as it looks,” Vi groaned, pure adoration in her voice. “Shit, Cait...”

“I was hoping you'd like it,” Caitlyn husked, hips rolling at the same time to grind the dick within her clamping embrace, “since you kept staring at it.”

“With a body like this, how can I not stare?” Vi squeezed her ass and drew out a pleasant little sight from her boss. “You're gorgeous, and – shit, you've got one of the best asses I've ever felt.”

Caitlyn laughed. It was a clear, earnest sound, and Vi enjoyed hearing it. She was not sure if she had ever heard it before, but right then, it hit her just right – and the way Caitlyn was moving, even more so. Her hips rolled against her, grinding down on her shaft and pressing herself against the chiseled lines of her pelvis. She rubbed her insides across the dick, stirring the pink of her tunnel out around it with every sweep, doing nothing but bucking and rolling with each sweep.

She pushed up again, moving hard and fast. She rose up the cock with surprising speed and skill, handling it better than Vi would expect out of any average partner let alone her rich and well to do boss, and left inches of cockmeat sticky and shining in her wake; then back down again, dropping onto the dick with clear gusto, taking it inside of her as fast as she could. She dropped down, swallowing it up with her pussy, and buried the many girthy inches of it deep inside her textured embrace – and Vi did nothing but groan.

“Shit, Cait,” she sighed, fingers digging into her ass and squeezing. “That's amazing.”

“Mhm, yes,” Caitlyn hummed, her voice some mixture between pleased and smug. “A-ah... You feel rather – rather large...”

“You have such a funny way of speaking,” Vi told her, fingers digging down into the fat swells of her ass, “But it's so fucking hot.”

Caitlyn stuttered out a laugh. “Really?”

“For fucking sure, yeah.”

Caitlyn smiled. She smiled as she rose up, hips bucking, and groaned as she dropped down to take the shaft back inside of her. She slapped down, ass clapping against Vi's thighs, and groaned as fingers dug deep into the plaint flesh and squeezed. Vi played with her fantastic ass, marvelling even then at the sheer size of it, while the woman bucked her wide hips and rolled herself onto her. She ground the impaling slab of a cock against her inner walls, working them out around her and stimulating herself in the best of ways, before resuming with her sloppy riding.

It was sloppy, though. Vi knew that from experience. Caitlyn clearly wasn't all that drunk and more just buzzed than anything – at least, she strongly, seriously hoped – but her motions carried the tell-tale edge of a sloppy drunk. Fast, fervent, messy, she rolled herself along the dick, her hips bucking each inch that she climbed, and stroked herself with the rock-solid girth. She groaned as she pulled up, then messily slammed right back down to enjoy the feeling of penetration all over again – and again, and again.

She moved with passion and hunger that had clearly been left to fester inside of her for a long time, making Vi wonder just when it last was that she got laid. Her hips flicked and bucked with each drop and then on each rise, moving with sloppy passion. The look on her face showed the pleasure she was getting out of it, and it was clear that she was satiating some long-held passions right then. Vi was just a convenient excuse, perhaps, something to get off with, and she honestly did not care – it was too fucking hot.

“You're so fucking hot,” she breathed, letting out a pleased breath as she stroked her ass. “Fuck, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn smiled, all pleased and content. “You're not so bad yourself. You’re...” her eyes raked her over. “Attractive.”

“Thanks,” Vi chuckled, but it was breathless and tinged with pleasure. All of it was, though. She had her gorgeous, pretty boss bouncing away in her lap, riding her naked dick with sloppy gusto. She rose in a way that made her breasts bounce in her bra and dropped down with increasingly messy movements, showing the effects of her alcoholic binge just earlier. She was happy about it, though, and the look on her face was nothing short of pleasured.

“Mmmm,” Caitlyn groaned as her head rolled. “Oh, you feel wonderful, Vi. Ah - ah. ”

Her sounds of pleasure were subdued, but that was fine by Vi. Having Caitlyn do all the work and bounce on top of her was a delight, and the warm embrace of a hot tunnel around her cock was incredible. Everything about it was incredible, and watching it play out was more perfect than she could ever imagine. She happily groaned and sighed at the pleasure, her fingers touching and groping, eyes drinking in the sight that was Caitlyn - and it just kept on going.

Bounces, thrusts, grinds, and rolls - a series of stimuli that made Vi throb more and more. She groped her ass and stared at the beauty of a face twisting in pleasure, then down at breasts practically jumping in her bra. With desire, Vi leaned up further and brought her hands up, dragging across Cait’s backside, caressing silky skin, and moved straight to the strap of her lingerie.

“Sorry, babe,” Vi husked, “But I gotta see these.”

“Babe?” Caitlyn let out a pleased sigh and let her hands leave Vi’s shoulders to, instead, wrap around her neck. “Sure -”

Vi already unsnapped her bra and started to feverishly tug it off. Caitlyn gasped pleasantly at her ferocity and happily let the woman toss the clothing across the room, leaving big, heavy breasts to bounce into view. Large and lush, each one was more than a handful for anyone. Their weight was clear in the way the doughy mounds swayed and wobbled, and before they could jiggle to a stop on her chest, the pinkette was already possessively pawing at them.

“Oh, God, these things are fucking amazing,” she almost growled, and hands eagerly dug into the fleshy masses. The absolutely perfect skin squished around in her hand like putty, bending to the dictation of her lustful fingers, and she was in love with it. They felt simply amazing, and as she so eagerly began to knead and massage at doughy breastfeed, the woman riding her cock moaned in receptive pleasure. “Remind me to thank your parents because you are just perfect, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn snorted derisively at that. “Oh, please, don’t. Let’s not think about that.”

Vi understood the sudden defensiveness. She said nothing, though, and only expressed her appreciation for the perfect tits filling her hand right then, all while a beautiful woman bounced in her lap. Her hips rose and fell in stunning arcs punctuated by firm grinding sweeps that sent walls fluttering and squeezing, and the delirious pleasure only built up more and more. Her ass slapped down, clapping against her, and each repetition brought them both greater pleasure.

“Ah,” Caitlyn moaned softly. “Yes, shit… that’s so deep… ”

She moaned as she rode the cock, and Vi quite happily buried her face between her tits without so much of a second thought. She wrapped her mouth around a turgid nipple and sucked it up with relish, happily slurping over the rubbery nub and showering it with attention. She pulled firmly and applied pressure with her mouth, happy to do whatever she could to stimulate Caitlyn and enjoy her gorgeous body - and that was exactly what happened, beat for beat.

“Yes,” Caitlyn groaned contentedly, “Yes, yes -”

She sloppily dove down, jamming herself onto the wrist-thick length of cockmeat again and again. She took it inside happily and fervently, riding it to the quivering pleasure of her insides. Vi accepted it without a care, happy to enjoy the messiness of it all, and threw herself into it more and more. Her inhibitions melted away as she worked at her breasts, kissing and suckling one before running her mouth across the other, using hands to grope and knead and squeeze all at the same time.

It was a mixture of pleasure, and something that she very much enjoyed. Vi gave into it, just going at Caitlyn without stopping, even though the pleasure quickly became too much. Too fast, too hard, too rough, the sex was just that right mixture of skill and drunken sloppiness that made her throb in pleasure. Her shaft pulsated with satisfaction, building up more with each passing second, with each thick, fleshy clap of contact, and it soon became too much to bear.

“H-hey,” she groaned against Caitlyn’s breast, her mouth pulling and planting wet kisses all along the snowy-white curves. “I’m close, Cait, babe.”

“Good,” Caitlyn sighed. “Been too long since I’ve felt - since I’ve - oh -”

Nothing really mattered, then. It was all unhinged passion and desire, a need for both of them to enjoy themselves, and nothing more. Caitlyn rode her hard and fast while the cock throbbed more and more, and just rapidly sheathed it within her velvety embrace. She cried out and wrapped arms tight around Vi’s neck, shoving her face into her tits, and bucked with fervour. Her hips rolled and ground her fluttering snatch across her shaft, and whether or not she intended to milk her dry didn't matter - the motions were enough to set her off.

“Fuck!” Vi swore, and her hands fled Cait’s tits to reach around and grab her ass. She squeezed hard, exerting her strength to shove the woman along her lap, and pinned her in place as her dick throbbed with climactic finality. Whether or not the rich woman intended it or not, her actions quickly earned her a thick, generous load of cum: hot strings of warmth that spat out from the bulbous head of her prick and quickly washed through the woman’s insides, spatternig walls in their heavy warmth.

“Shit!” Caitlyn groaned in unison, her spine arching and her body spasming. Rich, wet heat filled her, flowing through the length of her tunnel to coat pink walls in white, and the intense sensation sent her trembling. She practically quivered in Vi’s arms in open-mouthed pleasure, nothing but a husky pant leaving her fine lips, and toes positively curled as the thick load of cum plastered her insides from top to bottom.

Vi always produced a lot, and right then, with a beautiful woman on top of her, it was on different. Rope after rope of sticky baby-batter pumped her insides up, stretching out walls and stuffing her aching depths with a voluminous load of seed. It coated her channel and filled her up to the brim, leaving her swimming with seed in mere moments; and each mighty throb of the vascular cock poured out more, and more, and more, enough to really fill the woman up.

“G-goodness,” Caitlyn panted, her voice almost hoarse. She could not quite move in Vi’s powerful grip, but still, with sweeps of her hips, she tried. “That was… more than I expected.”

Vi looked up at her. “Told you I wanted a condom.”

Caitlyn laughed, a sound of pure enjoyment. “Now I’m even happier with my decision to do it raw.”

Vi flashed her teeth. “Someone’s naughty.”

Caitlyn looked down and smiled. “And someone’s still looking good after that. Can you go for more?”

“You want more?”

Caitlyn licked her lips. “Please.”

Vi, suddenly, rose up, picking Caitlyn up in her arms and hefting her weight as if it meant nothing. The woman gasped happily, arms tight around her neck, and showed nothing but excitement at the sudden display - and swap - of power.

“Leave it to me, baby girl,” Vi husked, her lips an inch from Caitlyn’s. “I’ll give you everything you want and more.”

Vi was painfully aware of the way that Caitlyn tried to tiptoe through her house the very next morning, walking as if she could somehow be quiet about it. It was likely, she imagined, that the woman had not noticed her standing there, and in a manner of speaking she did not blame her. She would have awoken to an empty bed that was only modestly warm, and not much else other than that. On the one hand, Vi knew that was very typical one-night-stand behaviour, and likely to leave a bad taste with a woman as refined as Kiramman.

On the other hand, Vi wasn’t about to skip breakfast for either of them, and so she just wryly sort of watched as Caitlyn almost drearily pulled herself out of the bedroom, an arm wrapped around her naked breasts and the hastily collected pajama bottoms that Vi had left out snug around her waist, and watched her peer ever-so-closely at the living room. It was a comical, amusing sight, like a deer that was lost in the headlights, a bemused and sleepy expression that she never thought she would otherwise see.

For a moment, Vi left it at that. She let Caitlyn look around so curiously like a lost doe while she herself stood in front of the stove, using utensils to cook and poach her eggs. The television was on to some lukewarm comedy and the windows were open to allow clear air and fresh light to filter in, and the modest, sort-of dingy apartment was bathed in spring warmth. Though not a great place to live, on such Saturday mornings, she found it almost quaint.

“If you’re looking for your clothes,” Vi spoke up, letting her voice filter through the entire room, “you’re not gonna find them there. I put them all in the wash.”

Caitlyn practically jumped, making her tits bounce around her forearm. She then stiffed, back straight, and cleared her throat as best as she could while using a free hand to swipe at blue hair. “I thought I left my bra on the couch, is all.”

“The armchair, actually,” Vi chuckled amicably, then flipped the poached egg around. With her other hand she reached for the English muffins and tossed them on the plates as best as she could, trying to make it all tidy. “I put some spare pj’s out on purpose. They’re, uh, on the dresser.”

Caitlyn just stared at her. “I thought you left.”

Vi snorted. “What, left my own house? Nah, just wanted to make us breakfast.”

Caitlyn looked hesitant, but then conceded the point. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I imagined that - ah…”

“I’m not offended.” Vi winked at her, then flipped the poached eggs over the pan and onto the muffins. “I don’t leave girls behind, even if it’s a one-night stand thing. But, uh that’s not, like, the point.” She turned off the stove, then put her spatula in the sink. “Grab a shirt and take a seat, Cait. I made those, ah, eggs benedict I was talkin’ about.”

“Did you?” Caitlyn swallowed thickly. “You didn’t have to.”

“Maybe, but I wanted to.” Vi grinned at her and turned away from the counter to properly face her. “You’ll love it. I even, uh, made tea.” She gestured at the teapot just to her left. “...It’s not as good as at work, full stop, but it should be okay? Ish. Maybe.”

Caitlyn licked her lips and stared at her. “I - I don’t know if I have time to stay for breakfast, Vi. I should, uhm. I should… go…?”

Vi stared at her with a single eyebrow raised. She moved over to the table and put the plates down, then sauntered backward to lean against the counter. “You gotta go?”

Caitlyn nibbled on her lip. “I - I should, yes.”

“Do you want to?”

The woman did not immediately respond.

Vi sighed. “Look, Cait. I don’t know what… what last night was all about, but I wanna talk about it with you. I know you threw yourself at me for a reason, and if that reason was to avoid talking about why the fuck you drank three whole bottles, I’m not gonna let that slide.”

Caitlyn closed her eyes. “You can forget all about that, Vi. It was nothing worth remembering.”

“I dunno, I was kinda worth remembering.” Vi offered a grin. “I mean, it was a good night.”

“It… it was,” Caitlyn conceded, but then looked up at her and offered a sly half-grin. “But it was nothing you can prove in court, if you catch my drift.”

Immediately, Vi paled. The words did not reassure her one bit, and with the intentions behind them unclear, she was left uncertain. “H-hey, you said you were okay with it, Caitlyn -”

“N-no, yes, I was,” she said all too quickly, “I mean, I was drunk. I -”

“You said you weren’t, ” Vi insisted, face just a smidge more white and a touch more appalled at herself. She didn’t want to think she had taken advantage of a drunk girl, much less -

“No, no,” Cait insisted, her hand waving out at her. “I - I wasn’t, I mean, my choices were just a result of my inebriation -”

Vi’s mouth flapped. “I didn’t mean to do anything -”

“Oh, fuck it,” Caitlyn groaned, her head shaking. “I am absolute shit at talking with people like this. I am trying to say forget about it. I wanted it, it is something I very much enjoyed, but it’s best not to carry on further. These aren’t your issues. I just wanted to get laid. Alright?”

Vi closed her eyes, sighed, and shook her head. She didn’t enjoy the interaction, but Caitlyn seemed terrifyingly awkward under normal social conditions. “Cait, please. Grab a shirt and get that cute ass in a chair, okay? You’re not walking out on this.”

Caitlyn nibbled on her lower lip almost tentatively. “You are not my therapist, Vi.”

“Neither is a bottle of whisky.” Vi winked at her and gestured at the chair. “Look, Camille told me about half of this already, and I can see you getting worse. And like, I’m just some new hire that 'prolly won’t last a month. Just relax for a bit and let me help, yeah? I wanna help.”

“Maybe I don’t want your help,” Caitlyn said coolly.

Vi closed her eyes and nodded. “Then, I’ll respect that. But you can still sit down, fill your stomach, and then take a couple of pills. I’m not sure that headache is gonna do any good for you.”

Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Vi beat her to it.

“I can see it from the way your eyes are twitching, Cait. Besides, your clothes are still in the wash anyways, so what’s the point of rushing out? Just chill for a bit.”

Caitlyn stared at her for a moment longer, almost as if trying to gauge how earnest she was. Vi, though, was an open book, freely showing what she wanted out of their interaction. She had nothing to hide, and the fact that her boss was suspicious at all about it just showed a side of her that was too painfully guarded to be healthy.

Eventually, Caitlyn closed her eyes and nodded. “Alright. I’ll stay for a bit.”

Vi winked. “Thanks, babe.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “What’s with the pet names, now? It’s silly.”

“You liked them last night,” Vi pointed out, and Caitlyn, instead of denying it, flushed.

Vi considered it a win.

“It’s all delicious,” Caitlyn conceded, but that only made Vi laugh even more.

“Why are you saying that like, you’re, like, defeated ?” Vi chuckled. She lazily brought her coffee up to her lips and took a deep sip, and watched as Caitlyn munched away methodically at her food - still working away at it even then, long after Vi had finished.

“I’m surprised, is all. I’m starting to think I hired you for the wrong job.”

“Hey, to be fair, I’m still wondering why I’m hired at all,” Vi joked, but Caitlyn did not respond. She just kept on eating, calm and methodically, seeming to savour every bite. “But you like it, huh? That’s good, that’s good.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. She finished her breakfast at her own pace, and Vi liked that: she liked seeing her take her time and not rush through it. She liked even more, of course, having a beautiful woman at her table, wearing her pants and her t-shirt. She looked absolutely stunning in a loose-fitting top meant for someone more muscular, and everything about it seemed comfy and home-like - almost domestic.

“Thank you,” Caitlyn said at length, hand swiping up her tea and lifting it far enough for her to blow across the surface. “For this. It’s very good, and I appreciate the work you’ve put in.” Then, a pause and a glance of the eyes. “And last night. Thank you for that, too.”

Vi smiled and looked down at the table. “All this is my pleasure. Last night… well, I’m not sure you’re supposed to thank me after you seduced me, but -”

Caitlyn laughed. “You give me too much credit. Besides, you are to thank. If you were not there, I would be much more frustrated this morning.”

Vi offered a lopsided smirk. “Yeah, that much booze does it to ya.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and drank deep of her tea. “I told you, my tolerance is high.”

“You do realize that just looks worse, right? Like, you shouldn’t be doing that. ”

Her boss considered her words before shrugging. “It is what it is.”

“What is it, though?” Vi leaned into the table. “Like, if it’s stress, you don’t have to do it alone. I might be totally unqualified, but I’d love to help with something. Or just, I’ll help find people that can? But like, doing everything, Cait, and then drinking… ”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can or cannot do,” Caitlyn told her, voice thick with wry amusement. Vi understood that it wasn’t said with ill-intent, but rather was a probing, almost formless jab, something to find her response.

Vi rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to. I just want to understand.”

Caitlyn smirked against her tea. “You don’t have -”

“Who else hand-blends your favourite tea at their home?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t exactly see you with a ton of people for support.”

“Why would you? You’re some assistant.”

“Geez. Low.” Vi shook her head. “I’m just trying to say I care, Caitlyn. I really, really wouldn’t be convincing you to sit here and eat breakfast with me otherwise.”

Caitlyn worked her jaw. “Why are you so set on this?”

Vi looked at her and cocked her head. “ I’m just saying, I care about how you feel. I know I’m just your shitty assistant and I don’t get to ask questions like this, but if you need a shoulder or some shit, or even just a scratching post, I’m here.”

Caitlyn stared. She stared for a long, long moment, her jaw working nice and tight, before closing her eyes and taking a drink of her tea. “Alright, fine. You’ve got… something like a point buried in that ramble.”

Vi was not sure whether to be offended or pleased but she took it anyhow.

“I do have a lot of work to do. Sometimes, it leads to me drinking. The last few days, however…” Caitlyn briefly trailed off. “There will be a shareholder party in a month or so. Standard fare, the usual smoking and talking and the like. However, I recently was informed that my…. My parents would be attending the party.”

Caitlyn drank again, almost burying herself in her cup. Vi could rather easily see just how easy it would be to replace that with hard liquor, and then what it would do to a woman.

“They’ve been pressing me to get married for a long while now, truthfully. If they’re attending the party, that means they’ve already got suitors hand-picked to try and match me with. I don’t enjoy that. I -” Caitlyn, again, faltered, and Vi just felt her heart pang. “-I am well used to it by now, but it is no less unpleasant for it. I grew out of it when I was twenty and learned every other suitor was trying their hardest to get me on my back.”

Vi’s mouth twitched. “You’re like, thirty - thirty-two, right?”

Caitlyn nodded.

“You can’t just -”

Cait shook her head. “People underestimate just how difficult it is to come from money. You don’t always get to make your own choices. They are made for you. I’ve - I’ve heard judgments for my choice of profession for years, now. Hearing that my parents will be there yet again to interfere is enough to drive me to drink.”

She licked her lips. Vi held her stare, hoping to convey her sympathy. She didn’t quite understand any of it, but she got enough to know that Caitlyn was not at all happy with the extra pressure on her shoulders.

“It’s not much, I admit that, but it’s extra. It’s a hassle I do not need, and, well, it leads to bad habits. Bad habits leads to this.” Caitlyn waved her hand idly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. “...It leads to eating breakfast in a stranger’s - “

“Wha - no, absolutely not,” Caitlyn huffed, her face tinged with red. “I meant vaguely, this. Not - Vi, please.”

Vi laughed. “You are adorable when you’re blushing, Caitlyn.”

Her boss clicked her tongue and looked away. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned back against her seat, then stared pointedly out the window. “Whatever.”

Still grinning, the pink-haired woman leaned against the table. “And you look gorgeous like that, too.”

Cait looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Then, she looked back at the view. “Thank you.”

“Huh. Not gonna curse me out for that?”

A soft, little laugh. “I appreciate a compliment, Vi. Sometimes, even someone like me wants to be - well, wanted. ”

Vi paused, her throat thick. “Hey, you’ve got a lot to appreciate, Caitlyn.”

A grin and a snort - not quite derisive, but clearly less than serious.

“I’m serious!” Vi laughed.

Caitlyn hummed. “Oh, I full well understand.”

A lightbulb went off in Vi’s head. “You’re the most impressive woman I’ve ever met, Cait. Trust me, I’m not just talking about your body.”

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“No, saying you’ve got the best tits I’ve ever held in my life is flattery.”

Caitlyn barked out a laugh. “Well, you got to enjoy them plenty last night.”

Vi grinned and looked down at the table. “Not wrong there.”

The silence lingered for a moment. It was not quite awkward, but rather borne because of a lack of understanding between the two women. They hadn’t quite bonded, and beyond sharing her issues, Caitlyn had not exactly opened up. They were still on uncertain grounds, an assistant and a boss, and not much more than that. Cait, though, seemed receptive to Vi’s attention, and if nothing else, she was good at reading people.

“Hey, look,” Vi spoke up after a moment, and cradled her cup between her hands as she looked at Cait. “I don’t know much about this parents thing, but if there’s anything I can help you with, you know, I’d like to. Give me more to do at work, at least, and I’ll do my best to take some of the weight off your shoulders.”

Caitlyn shook her head. “Vi, there’s little for you to actually do… no offence, of course, but.”

“No, for real.” Vi looked at her emphatically. “All I want is for you not to kill yourself with stress, Caitlyn. Whatever last night was, I don’t want to see it again if I can help it. And - yeah, okay, maybe there’s little I can actually do, but whatever I can, I want to help.”

Caitlyn stared at her for a long, long moment. She stared, watched, and examined, then buried her expression behind her glass. “Is that so?”

Vi clicked her tongue. “I mean it, honest. It’s not just because we slept together. That’s why I was there last night at all, honestly.”

Caitlyn’s lips flicked up. “Despite myself, I believe you, Vi. You’re too earnest, sometimes.”

Vi blinked.

“Would you help me?” Caitlyn asked. She was, for a moment, very, very focused. “If I asked for something out of the norm?”

“Of course,” Vi replied instantly. She did not know why she did, but she felt like it was a no-brainer. “I want to be your assistant, Caitlyn. Not -”

“This is a bit beyond assistant work.”

She shrugged. “Whatever it is.”

Caitlyn cleared her throat, brushed blue hair behind her ear, and licked her lips. “...Would you come with me? To the night of the party, that is.”

“Huh?” Vi frowned, briefly. “Sure. But… how does that help, exactly?”

A longer pause. “As my date, to be specific. To get my parents off my back.”

Vi opened and closed her mouth like a dying fish. “Uh… I… I mean, sure, like, if that’s what you want. But uh -”

“If it’s a hassle, or if you’re otherwise engaged with someone else in any romantic capacity, it’s quite fine to reject.” Caitlyn looked away from her. “Simply put, it would be helpful to have someone that I can use to get my parents off my back and keep suitors away.”

“No, I mean, yes, totally, it’s okay. I’m not - not dating anyone.” Vi grinned awkwardly. “I just meant, uh. I’m not sure I’m the fancy party type?”

Caitlyn laughed. “No, you’re not. You are, thankfully, someone that can easily push others away, and your appearance fits what my parents broadly know about my tastes.”

Vi blinked twice. “What?”

“So, it’s not at all a stretch of the imagination, thankfully.” Caitlyn brushed her hair again. “Furthermore, someone of your… build… would serve well to keep men away, if necessary… and possibly make a scene if I needed a quick escape.”

Vi shook her head and snorted. “You, uh, thought it out, huh?”

“It’s a passive observation,” Caitlyn replied idly, her hand flicking. “...Would you do it, though? If it meant attending a party as my date and deflecting attention?”

“Oh, for sure.” VI nodded seriously. “I’d help however.”

Caitlyn licked her lips. “...there is no promise of recompense or sex, I might add. I’m speaking in a purely -”

“I get that,” Vi laughed dismissively. “I’m not looking for that. I really just want to help, Cait. That’s all.”

Her boss regarded her carefully before smiling and dipping her head. “Well, thank you, Vi. That’s very kind of you.”

Vi, however, grinned, and sensing an advantage, she leaned forward. “On one set of conditions, though.”

“What?” Caitlyn blinked and stared at her as if she was about to kill her. “I just said - You offered help -”

“Nah, I’m making a bargain.” Vi grinned with disarming charm. “I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “Vi…”

“No, for real. All I want is for you not to kill yourself with stress. So, I’ll do whatever you need to get your parents off your back, but I want you to let me actually do my job as an assistant. Like, delegate shit.”

The blue-haired woman stared. “That’s your bargain?”

Vi grinned. “Yeup.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” She huffed. “Fine, I’ll do something that might suit your talents.”

“And you gotta take breaks, too. I know you don’t wanna hear it, but you’re gonna burn out if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

She scoffed. “I take breaks -”

“No, you don't. Sometimes, you don’t even eat.”

Caitlyn flushed. “I’ll consider it.”

Vi shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

An awkward pause settled over them.

Vi cleared her throat. “Uh - right. So.” She rubbed the back of her head and watched as Caitlyn finished off her tea. “I didn’t think this far ahead. Do you wanna, like, do something?”

Caitlyn furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?”

“Like, do something. I can - I can take you out. I know some good places to hang?”

“You mean -oh. You mean - oh. ” Caitlyn shuffled and cleared her throat. “Ah, no, no thank you. I have - I am busy Saturday mornings. Which is to say, afternoon, since it’s already ten-thirty. I would - yes, I can’t spare any time, sorry.”

Vi stared at her blankly. “Dude, that was the most pathetic sort of rejection ever.”

The woman scoffed. “Dude?”

The pink-haired woman rumbled. “I said you have to take breaks! You can’t then start go around parroting about being busy and stuff.”

“It’s - it’s my schedule,” Caitlyn half-protested, half-pouted. She looked miffed, and Vi just found it cute as fuck.

Vi waved her hand and stood up. “This isn’t gonna work if you start closing down already, on a Saturday after, well, after we fucked.”

“It’s my routine,” Caitlyn insisted softly, a note of vulnerability in her voice. “I can’t skip it. I - I need my routine.”

Vi watched her face carefully. She was as firm as ever, but the note of softness there, the inherent vulnerability, made her think otherwise. She had no idea what it meant, but if routine meant something to Caitlyn that she could not describe beyond some pressing need to fulfil it, Vi would not say otherwise.

“Alright,” Vi agreed. “Sorry for pushing.”

“I -” Caitlyn’s head twitched and her eyes looked around awkwardly. “I mean, you’re not wrong with - well. You can. If you would like, you can join me. It’s not fun, but…”

Vi did not hesitate. “Sure.”

Cait coughed into her hand. “Sure?”

“Sure, yeah.” Vi smiled. “Sounds great, honestly.”

The woman looked away almost shyly, then, as if the mere act of hanging out was something new and strange and exotic to her. She swallowed it back rather quickly, however, and tried to look serious by burying herself in her cup - only to then find it empty and flush with embarrassment.

“I’ll need to drive us there, though.”

“Not a problem.” Vi winked. “I’ll get your stuff out of the dryer, and -”

“I…. Will need to wear something more practical.” Caitlyn coughed into her hand. “So just my underclothes, please. I… may need to borrow something…”

Vi paused, then laughed boisterously. “No problemo, Cait. I got ya covered.”

Vi knew from the moment they got to the spot that she was not meant to be there. Rolling out of the city hadn't been so bad, but driving out into the cityscape around them, moving toward a place like a country club, just struck her as odd; she wasn't good for that kind of a place, but she would go wherever Caitlyn wanted. She was dedicated to helping, and with the woman gently opening up, she needed to get her foot in the door and widen that gap.

Only, it wasn't a country club, and it was not a golf-course, her second option. No, it was a gun range, and the entire time she was there she felt like she was going to freeze up. They took one look at Caitlyn and let them go, despite the woman's hastily-put-together look of a hoodie over a tight-fitting compression shirt meant for working out in. Vi felt awkward as hell as she followed her out through a compound-like building to collect a case from a secure locker, then back outside to the open-air range which resembled a golf-course.

One broken up by the constant sound of barking gunfire, granted, but a course nonetheless. Long, green, grassy, and hilly, with long lines to denote firing ranges – all cultured, all more expensive than anything she could ever understand. It wasn't some gun range in a store, but a full-on club meant for fancy, high-to-do, or professional people that wanted something serious. Vi felt like a fish out of water in such a place, but Caitlyn made it seem like the most natural place in the world.

She greeted everyone calmly, and she smiled with familiarity as they walked through halls and out along the grass. She seemed particularly free about it all, and Vi admired that just as much as she admired the way that she refused to let her case be carried. 'It's mine', she'd insisted, 'mine to take care of', and that had been that – Vi dared not break her routine, but just calmly let her lead the way.

“Is this supposed to be a message or something?” She asked with a half-laugh, and Caitlyn turned to grin at her.

“Such as?”

Vi noticed the playful tone and filed it away. “Taking your assistant to a gun range, I dunno. Makes me wonder.”

Caitlyn chuckled as she swung her case around and put it down on a conveniently-placed table. “Oh, yes. I make a habit of bringing my assistants to gun ranges so that they know not to get on my bad side.”

Then, she opened the case and brought out a goddamned gun. A long, thick-set bolt-action, all sculpted wood and steel reliefs, something that looked like it was worth more than Vi's yearly salary. The filigree, the design work, the name etched into the wood, Caitlyn's own name imprinted upon the barrel – it looked like a custom-made work of art that she could scarcely understand.

Even more scarcely could she understand how her boss brought out ammunition from a velvet case, carefully inspected each one, then laid them out in perfect order. One by one, they were fed into the action of her rifle, then clipped, closed, and locked with a sharp metallic clack – all professional, all easy going. She braced it against her hip as if it was as easy as breathing, looking so natural with a firearm it was almost shocking.

“Whoa,” Vi breathed, and Caitlyn turned to offer a look. “That thing looks like it’s worth more than my life. ”

Her boss laughed heartily. “It very well might be. I spent a lot of money on this.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know shit about how much guns cost or anything,” Vi told her as she leaned in to get a better look, “but uh, this thing looks - it looks really fucking impressive.”

Caitlyn almost seemed to radiate pride. “Well, thank you, Vi. It’s…” She looked down at her gun fondly. “...I put a lot of time into her, and she cost a pretty penny to get made.”

Vi ran her fingers along the polished wood of the stock. “Is this like, the only custom gun you’ve got? Or…”

“No, I’ve got several. All different actions. I just -” Caitlyn paused as if to reconsider her words. “That is, I’ve got this here bolt action, which is what I store here currently. I’ve got a lever-action, a semi-automatic, and - well, and others.”

Vi pulled away from the weapon to grin at her oh-so-taller boss. “Does that -”

She stopped talking just a moment later. Both of them heard the rapid approach of another person, and when Vi turned to look, she saw a man bungling along with a trolly carrying some sort of blocky, wheeled object laden with orange discs. It took her a moment to figure out what it was, but the familiarity was striking to things she’d seen on television before.

“Caitlyn,” an attendant greeted, rushing up to them with hurried steps. “I apologize for the delay.”

He pulled the thing that Vi remembered to be a skeet shooter off the trolly and put it down on the grass at a pre-set mark and began to load it with skeets - methodical, quick, efficient, and almost try-hard. Caitlyn stared at him with an easy, familiar style, and set her rifle down on the table beside her with careful reverence.

“Adam. A pleasure to see you again.”

“Likewise, Caitlyn.” The man grinned rather easily. His eyes flicked over to Vi, then stared. “And your guest, hello. Not to put a fine point on it, but if she doesn't have a license she is not, of course, allowed to -”

“She won't be firing anything,” Caitlyn replied dismissively, her hand waving out. Then, smoothly, she hooked her fingers under her pullover hoodie and dragged it right off, smooth as day. Vi was not sure why, but she found the sight far more attractive than she should have – and the next moment was just as much of a treat, with her boss left in just a tight-fitting black top that showed off far too much of her curvature. “Don't worry.”

“Awesome,” the attendant said. He, too, was clearly admiring the sight that was Caitlyn Kiramman, and Vi was not at all sure she appreciated that. “Would you like me to set you up for the usual, Caitlyn?”

“No, thank you.” Caitlyn brushed her hair out. “I don't need any help today.”

“O-oh.” The man blinked. “You don't? But... It's skeet shooting, Caitlyn. You can't pull for yourself.”

“Hence, Vi.” Caitlyn grinned breezily. “Thank you for your time, but that will be all.”

The man faltered, but then quickly got the hint. “Absolutely. If you need anything, please call on me.”

He retreated as fast as that, and Vi could only chuckle at the sight of it.

“He doesn't seem happy.”

Caitlyn looked at her and winked. “They always fight for who gets to pull for me, is all. Doesn't matter. You're here.”

“I... am.” She licked her lips. “Look, I got no experience with guns, so...”

“It's easy,” Cait said, and reached out to touch her hand. “You're just pulling the lever here, and a disc will fly out for me to shoot. I'd like for you to do it for me, if – if you're amenable to that.”

Vi swallowed back any and all hesitation in an instant upon seeing Caitlyn's earnest look. “Absolutely, yeah. Show me, uh, show me the way, boss.”

Caitlyn smiled at her. “Thank you, Vi. I don't trust many with this part of me, so – yes. Right. Uh, here is the lever -”

From there, it was just learning what to do as Caitlyn wanted it done. Pull the lever, disc flies out. Adjust the rack, angle changes. Tilt up, tilt down, corresponding to degrees in an arc. Speed, velocity, all adjustable by a system. It was not hard, just clunky busywork. It would likely take her a few times to sort it out and get good at it, but Cait was clearly not looking for good – just for her to do it for her, and Vi was all too happy to agree to that.

And, honestly, as the minutes started to tick on, she had to admit that there were few sights hotter than a woman like Caitlyn hoisting a gun up to her shoulder, leaning into a shot with a hunter's finesse, blowing apart flying discs with quick pulls of a trigger. Each fired shot sent smoke curling out from the muzzle, and each time the barking rapport carried through the air her hand had already snapped up to pull at a silver bolt, sharply tugging and clearing the chamber with a metallic snap, before guiding another bullet into place and going at it again.

Her shoulder rolled with the recoil of the rifle and her posture adjusted constantly to compensate for the targets she fired at. She called out commands for Vi to follow, and she did so as best as she could – and Caitlyn, regardless of how fast or slow they came out, how wrong or right the angle was, snapped and took aim at every single one. Her face was a mask of concentration, all tight and composed and focused, but nowhere near as steely as it was in the office.

When she successfully hit a skeet, her face twisted in brief, miniature joy; a flick of the lips, a rise of the cheeks, and then back to focus. When she missed, her mouth narrowed and her nostrils flared in a clear sign of disappointment. When the skeet was pulled, her head fidgeted, tilting toward the sound of it - but her chin remained tight against the stock, her cheekbones pressed into it, ever-firm and ever-composed.

She corrected Vi often to adjust, but Vi did not mind. She couldn’t stop staring at Caitlyn’s face through it all. There were so many expressions there, each one soft and subtle but each one so much more pronounced than she had ever seen, and she wanted to see more of it. She wondered what other kinds of things could draw reactions out of her, and she wondered what else she could do to make her smile or laugh or smirk in success.

Hella cute, Vi decided.

Caitlyn kept on going for a long time, between sets of skeets, until she got the perfect set. She kept at it until she got every single one in a row without fail, and seemed perfectly focused on doing just that alone. Vi did not mind. If nothing else, it was totally impressive that she had that kind of skill and dedication - and it was a tiny bit intimidating, too. It was hard to tell whether to be aroused or afraid.

She settled for something between it as she stared in awe and tried to help her in kind, internally wondering at what kind of dedicated routine spawned something like that. But, really, it did not matter so long as Caitlyn enjoyed herself, and even if her face appeared etched with concentration, she seemed content with it. She practically radiated smugness once she got her perfect set, and as she hoisted her weapon up and put it down, she seemed proud of herself.

“Do you always go until you get them all?” Vi asked her as she stared out at their lane, seeing just shards and debris littering the grass.

“Yes,” Caitlyn affirmed, all smooth and smug. “I’d never settle for less.”

Vi stared and grinned. “Damn, Cait. Who knew you had this in you?”

Caitlyn paused, a rag clutched in her hand. “Precious few.”

Vi blinked. “Er – right. Sorry. You're, uh, damned good, though. Like, kinda scary good.”

Softly, the woman chuckled. “I know. I... A friend of the family taught me when I was younger. My father bought me my first gun, too. He used to hunt, but that was a long time ago.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Hunt.”

“Oh. Yes.” Caitlyn swiped along her weapon, methodically cleaning it. “When certain game is in season, yes.”

“Ever killed anything?”

She laughed softly. “Also, yes. That's the point of hunting.”

Vi clicked her tongue. “Shit, Cait.”

“What?” The woman asked, eyes flicking around. “Does that scare you?”

The pink-haired woman threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah, the fact that you can shoot skeets or whatever like some soldier sniper dude is super fucking terrifying, Caitlyn. It’s also cool as fuck, so like.”

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows at her. “Soldier sniper dude?”

“ That’s what you focus on?”

Caitlyn laughed under her breath, shook her head, and brushed a lock of blue hair behind her ear - and through it, her neck tinged pink. “Cool, huh?”

“Very cool,” Vi said earnestly. “Scary, not gonna lie, but cool.”

“Thank you.” Caitlyn licked her lips. “For the record, at one point, I actually wanted to do that, you know.”

“Do - do what?”

“Soldier. Or cop - swat, something like that.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure anymore, but when I was young, it was a thought.”

Vi’s lips flicked up as she swept in around the table. “Well, I’d think you were cool in a uniform, too. Definitely hot. Super hot in a uniform, actually.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. Though, when I consider it, that’s more than my parents offered.”

Vi coughed and rubbed the back of her neck, awkward and unsure of what to say about that. “Hey, uh -”

The bluenette just shook her head, dismissing anything she might have said. She methodically, skillfully stripped down her weapon, pulling out the bolt and working at the silvery metal with rags and oil and files and little brushes that Vi had no clue about but seemed to serve some purpose.

“What do you normally do after this?” Vi asked, smoothly changing topics. “After the scaring my assistant bit, I mean.”

Her boss laughed. “I’m just testing your spine, is all.”

“Is that all?”

Caitlyn put the pieces of her gun down. “After this… Nothing that can’t be rescheduled.”

It was an offer, and one that Vi was happy to hop on. “Well, uh, I was thinking we could hit up the town? I know a couple of good places, and there's a dope food spot tha – well, I'd like to take you around.”

Caitlyn looked at her for a long, long moment. Then, she gestured out with her hand. “Grab me that towel, please.”

Vi, blinking, did exactly that.

“Thank you.” Caitlyn winked. “Sure, Vi. I suppose – since we're already thick in this – we might as well.”

Vi smiled. 'Yeah?”

“Yes.” She nodded, crisp and smooth. “Why not?”

“Vi,” Caitlyn said cautiously, “I don't know about this. Are you sure they even sell food here?”

Vi laughed at Caitlyn. The way her nose flinched up so uncertainty was adorable, and the way that she peered around suspiciously at pretty much everything in reach was hilarious. She didn't trust her surroundings in the least, and Vi did not blame her. It was a pretty seedy spot, not exactly the best kept or maintained, and for someone of her wealth and upbringing, it was probably like a slum.

Vi, though, was set on her course. “Hey, trust me, Cait. It's sick. Best noodles you'll get on this side of the city, trust.”

“Vi, I don't want to get food poisoning,” Caitlyn half-whined, and Vi only laughed boisterously for a second time. She winked back at the bluenette, ignored her roll of the eyes, and gestured for her to follow.

The streets were packed – but, then, they always were in the dockside districts. Bustling, messy, almost wild, Vi had always enjoyed them for their intimacy. Time and age had tempered her out and left her with an appreciation for calmer and cooler things, but once and a while she liked hitting up the more crowded spots if only to be around people.

Caitlyn, however, looked as if it was the most crowded she had been in her life, and there was a serious level of concern on her face. It had been like that for the last few hours, though, when Vi had dragged her through the entertainment district, running down the various side-shows and games that were so freely on offer on those streets of flashing lights. The rich girl seemed totally at odds with it all in the most stereotypical of ways, but Vi was just sure that she'd never gotten a chance to actually have a proper break.

If nothing else, Vi was sure she wanted to make sure that Caitlyn could. She wanted to make good on it all, and she wanted to prove that she could actually make a difference for her - subtle though it might otherwise have been. It was why she had made a beeline for her favourite joint in the area instead of taking her to a more up-scale spot better suited for someone of her stature; she wanted to show her a bit more than she was used to.

Why she did it like that, she couldn’t say. Ostensibly, there was no reason to bring Caitlyn out to some seedy hole in the wall when any place that they could eat at would do, and Vi knew many nice spots to eat at. If she had to put a finger on it, she was curious to see what kind of reaction she would draw out with such a place - and honestly, the look her boss gave both her and the area around them was more than worth it.

“Here,” Vi urged, waving her hand at something that looked like a pop-up food stand. It was not, but it gave every appearance of being like that. “Take a seat. Check out the menu, but, uh -”

“I'll have whatever you recommend,” Caitlyn said, her voice low and wary. She gingerly sat herself down as if scared she would catch something from the seat alone and shuffled awkwardly across the counter.

Vi, grinning, winked at her. Caitlyn appeared thoroughly unimpressed, but that was just her default look. Vi had enjoyed seeing it twist and change throughout the day, and to her, that was the real prize. When they hit up the arcade and played some silly shooting game, Caitlyn's eyes had been at their brightest when she won a little stuffed bear. When she brought her down to walk along the boardwalk, she'd been particularly pleased with the view. Her face was always-changing, melting away from her stoic expression to something more earnest, then back again.

Vi found it adorable. She was particularly excited when she pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her, still steaming and still hot. Caitlyn, of course, eyed it warily, but she started to nibble on her lip when the smell hit her; another cute little display of emotion she never showed in the office. She settled for a fork instead of the provided chopsticks, but she followed along with her partner's motions and swiped up a hearty load of it.

“It's not gonna bite!” Vi laughed enthusiastically, and Caitlyn, rolling her eyes, practically shoved it into her mouth.

Vi got exactly what she wanted a moment later. Caitlyn's face morphed from wariness and uncertainty into begrudging pleasure, then closed-eyed delight as the flavour and taste – lightly salted, nice and hearty, seasoned just perfectly – filled her mouth. She groaned ever-so-softly, a sound that was minute at best but oh-so-clear to Vi's ears. She, like all the others Vi brought there, was exposed to the delicious taste and absolutely loved it.

Caitlyn, dainty and polite, finished her mouthful with refined grace. “Oh.”

“I told you!” Vi said, her chest puffed out. “This place might not look like much but their noodle dishes are to fucking die for.”

Caitlyn looked down at the bowl of food in front of her. The change in her expression was immediate, a clear sign of someone willing to accept when they were wrong. Really, though, Vi just found it adorable. “I concede that I was wrong. This place looks like I'll get sepsis, but their food is, in fact, delicious.”

Vi laughed boisterously. “Can't just give 'em a straight compliment?”

“I just did, in fact.”

“That wasn't straight!”

Caitlyn flashed a cocky little half-smile at her – another cute reaction that Vi savoured. “I'm not that easy to please, Vi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Vi waved her hand at her. “Don't I know it, huh?”

Cait cocked her chin up. “Well, if you want to berate me for it, I simply won’t eat.”

“Wait, what?” Vi snorted and twirled noodles around the little sticks in her hand. “I’m not berating you, I’m just saying you’re hard to please, Cait.”

Caitlyn kept her chin cocked up, but she, too, twirled her fork around to collect food. “I have high standards, is all.”

Sensing an opportunity, Vi waggled her brows. “Hey, do I fit those standards?”

Caitlyn pushed a forkful of noodles into her mouth. She chewed methodically and slowly, staring her down the entire time, and said not a word through it. She just stared, but the twinkle in her eye was all too clear to Vi. It was playful, and despite it all, she wanted to see more of that side of Cait. She kept the stare up for moments, well after she’d swallowed, and left it simmering between them.

“It’s too early to tell,” she concluded resolutely.

Vi snorted. “Geez, Cait. You’re breaking my heart.”

“Plenty of time to mend it later.”

A grin. “Kiss and make it feel better?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but, at the same time, half-grinned. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

Vi laughed - but in her laugh, she already knew what they were going to do after they ate, and she already had plans for the rest of their time together. She wasn’t sure how much time Caitlyn would offer, or how long she would allow herself to stay, but for as long as she had her she’d help her decompress for at least one Saturday.

Vi wasn’t exactly sure when she’d decided to be so altruistic about it all, but there wasn’t a thought of reciprocation in her mind the entire time.

True to Caitlyn’s word, one Monday hit she pulled Vi straight into her office and started to give her the run-down on how to be a proper assistant. She sat her down, she laid out a bunch of papers and folders, and she began to methodically run her through the sorts of things she wanted done, how she wanted them done, and why she wanted them done. She pushed forward examples of paperwork that needed doing, each one absolutely festooned with highlighted fields and convenient cheat-sheet-like notation, and loaded them into a reference folder for her to use later.

“There’s a lot,” Caitlyn told her flatly, hand set straight across the file. “Use this as reference when you need it. I can’t offer much help during the day, but put aside what you can’t manage and deliver it to me in a folder.”

“Right-o, boss,” Vi replied, straight and even and smiling like a little shit. “I’ll do my best.”

“We’re at work, Vi,” Caitlyn huffed. “Don’t smile like that.”

“I can’t smile anymore? Shit, you run a tight ship.”

“We’re not out on the streets,” her boss told her with a snort. “We’re not making a scene with this, okay? Let’s just… play it cool.”

Vi winked. “Cool as a cucumber.”

“Get out of my office before I throw you out the window.”

Laughing, Vi did exactly that. She retreated to her desk, her new work in hand, and set about tackling the paperwork that Caitlyn had prepared for her that morning. The fact that she could get right into the swing of things after what they had gone through on Saturday still amazed her, in truth. She had been thinking about their not-date all of Sunday and all of that morning, wondering how things would play out after she’d fucked her boss, taken her boss out for games and food, and then watched shitty shows on a tv for a night with her boss.

Now, she was just back to being her boss. But, at least, she was willing to actually give Vi something to do, and now she had to try and live up to the expectation. She set herself down, calmed herself down, and laid out her work one piece of paper at a time with the references off to the right to make sure she was doing it at least relatively right. She had calculations, numbers, and all sorts of things written out for easy understanding, and she cracked her knuckles in a way she had not done since college; that was her dedication to helping Caitlyn.

Only, she wasn’t all that good at it. For the first hour, she was motivated. The next three hours, she was totally fucking lost with all the work she had been handed. She got through a page every thirty minutes, struggling to fill in fields and write out shit or do the calculations that the work demanded of her. She didn’t even understand half of it, in fact. Where she’d started the day thinking it would be easy to get through, she was left biting her pen as if writing an exam before lunch even hit.

By the end of the day, she had a mess of paperwork in her hands, an awkward sprawl of messy work thrown about in a file, and shocking display of ink all over her hands and face. She sheepishly filed into Caitlyn’s office around the usual time, ready to submit her shitty work and knowing it was shitty, too - definitely not something that would satisfy a woman like that.

It showed on her face. “This… is… admirable, uh, first time work, Vi…”

“It’s shit, I know.” Vi rubbed her face and winced. “It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. Er, a lot more tedious.”

Caitlyn snapped the papers out and looked them over. “I see that. I… expected as much, in truth. I can’t teach you how to do this in just a day. You’d need weeks of tutoring, a class or a teacher or some such.”

“Sorry.” Vi coughed and looked away. “Sorry. I thought - sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Caitlyn looked up at her. “...How the hell did you get that much ink on your f-”

“Don’t ask.”

“Alright.” Caitlyn cleared her throat and shrugged. “...Alright. Let’s try something else, then. How do you feel about spreadsheets?”

Vi was not any better at spreadsheets. She wasn’t any better at filing, either. When she tried to understand and organize Caitlyn’s meticulous filing system, she became boggled and overwhelmed in mere minutes. Everything that her boss did already had all the T’s crossed and I’s dotted and there was no room for anyone else to interpret or build off on it. It was just too much, and she well and away understood just how it was that her ‘real’ assistants had all proven incompetent - literally anyone would after trying to match Cait.

Regardless of what it was, she tried. She tried to get it done. She sat herself down at the desk, she put headphones in, she pulled up a damned tutorial on how to do whatever-it-was Caitlyn needed done, and as she listened, she worked. She put her pen to paper, eyes to the screen, and she quickly burned the midnight oil trying to tackle the damned tedious paperwork that her boss often went through herself.

It was long, though, with each set of papers taking up over half an hour of time alone, not counting for how much she had to cross-reference, look up, and learn about; and out of a pile of twenty-such booklets, she got through about three before feeling her attention wane and her frustration rise. She put herself to it, though, keeping at it well after her shift, putting her all into it as if studying for a major exam the day after. She wanted to get it right.

What she got was sleep. Of course, she was not at all aware of it, but when Caitlyn woke her up the next morning, poking her on the face with an almost amused expression, she realized that she had tapped out somewhere into the fourth set of paperwork. It was with a grumble that she awoke, and it was with dizzy eyes that she adjusted to the sight of yet another failure.

“Sleep well?” Caitlyn teased, to which Vi just scowled and bitterly shook her head.

“I’m literally hopeless at this shit,” Vi declared. She furiously rubbed at her side-swept pink hair, roughly combing through feathery strands, and groaned. “Four days and I’m still shit. Fuck, Cait. I’m sorry.”

“I… told you it would not be easy,” Caitlyn said as she gingerly began to collect paperwork from out underneath Vi. “I appreciate the effort, but this isn’t just something you can learn overnight.”

“Yeah, well, now I know it.” Vi groaned, sat back, and cracked her neck. “Ah, fuck. This is why I didn’t want you sleeping over a desk - it’s shit on the back.”

“I’m painfully aware of that, too,” the older woman said oh-so-gently, a soft laugh in her words. “I’m sorry you had to go through it. Take a break, Vi. Or, just take the day off -”

“Nah, I gotta help. Somehow.” She shook her head resolutely even while stretching herself out, trying to work out muscles that had locked down over her nap. “I’ll find something.”

Caitlyn clicked her tongue. “Maybe not more paperwork.”

“Nah,” Vi agreed. She leaned back, rubbed her head, and turned away sheepishly. “I’m - yeah, I’ve never really been one for paperwork, like, at all.”

The older woman chuckled while bringing the papers down on the flat of the desk, neatly tucking them all into a tight light. “No, I can tell, Vi.”

Vi didn’t share the laugh. She just sighed, shook her head, and again rubbed at her hair. “Maaan… I seriously don’t get why you even hired me when I’m so shit at this stuff.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly hire you because you had stellar paperwork experience,” she pointed out, but that only made Vi grumble and shuffle even harder.

“I don’t get how I got the job at all,” Vi huffed. “I mean, this is just like, the outcome. I just don’t get why you bothered when I bombed the interview so spectacularly. You shoulda known I would be shit from the get-go.”

“Again, I didn’t - your skills were quite literally a non-factor.” Caitlyn cocked her head as if deciding on how much she should say. “...Well, we already - have already been together, so there’s no point in guarding words. Look, Vi, I was literally hiring anyone. Experience did not matter to me one single bit.”

Vi rolled her eyes. “I mean, obviously.”

“No, I stress that it was quite literally unimportant. I - there is a reason you were up there at all, Vi. I took every applicant and just put them in a line to go through.” Caitlyn’s fingers brushed the back of her hand. “Honestly? You bombed the interview in every possible way, but because I wasn’t looking for talent, I settled on more… arbitrary criteria.”

Vi licked her lips and looked up. “I don’t get it. Arbitrary?”

“Preferential.”

“Not any clearer, Cait,” she chuckled. She stared into her boss’s stupidly pretty face and watched it fidget, almost as if embarrassed about something.

Caitlyn cleared her throat. “You said you knew about the - the pointlessness of your job, yes? Well, I just needed an assistant to meet the board’s demands, nothing more. So, when it came down to it, I could have hired some bump on a log in a suit, or I could have hired someone more… colourful.”

Vi raised her eyebrows curiously, the words settling into her head. “What, did my hair to it? Or the tats?”

Her boss laughed through her nose. “I decided that I might as well get some visual appreciation out of my personal assistant. You looked… rather appealing in a suit; your body fills out the shoulders and sleeves quite well. The tattoos and piercings were just added bonuses to your otherwise… shall I say, attractive appearance.”

She flapped her lips at her boss. She held up her hand, palm-forward, and stared at Cait’s suddenly pink face. “Wait, hold up. Did you hire me because I was hot?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Caitlyn protested quickly. “I just -”

“You hired me because, what, you think I’m built? I look good?” Vi snorted incredulously. “Holy shit, did you just hire me for the job because of that?”

Caitlyn quickly shrugged it off. “It’s nothing you could prove to anyone, Vi. I’m just suggesting alternative reasons for having hired you.”

“Did you - Is that why you were always like, fixing my clothes and shit?” Vi leaned forward excitedly, her chest suddenly brimming with self-confidence. “You just wanted a hot assistant?”

Her boss shook her head and remained resolute. “If I wasn’t going to have a skilled assistant, at least I could have one that looked attractive, alright?”

Vi pointed triumphantly. “Hey! You admit it!”

“I admit nothing.”

Vi snorted and threw her head back to laugh boisterous. “Oh, man. I’m literally like one of those secretaries in an old, shitty show.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow.

“Like, you know, hot secretary lady that doesn’t know shit?”

Her boss coughed into her hand. “Mildly offensive, but alright.”

“You hired me just to look hot!” Vi laughed again at the sudden, strange turn of events. “Wait, so you totally wanted the other night! You were -”

Caitlyn’s hand whipped out and covered her mouth. In a heartbeat, Caitlyn went from blushing pink to deadly serious, making it clear that she wanted Vi to stop. “Not here.”

Vi blinked and nodded. Caitlyn, however, leaned down, her hair flowing over her shoulders like silk, and her lips just gently parted. She got in close, drifting past her hairline to hover beside her ear, and spoke in a calm, cool, and whisper-thin voice. “But, yes. I hired you purely for your looks. You were my type, so I thought I could, at minimum, enjoy some eye candy at the office.”

Vi flushed up to her ears. She stared as Caitlyn drifted back, her mouth dryer than ever and her dick rather annoyingly stiff in her pants. She coughed as she adjusted herself, pulling at her collar to offer herself some breathing room, and tried to push her pleased fluster down a bit.

“Shit,” she murmured a moment afterward. “That’s hella fuckin’ hot, Cait.”

Caitlyn winked. “We all have our vices. But… right here, we have our work. And right now, that’s about finding something for you to help with, hm?”

The pink-haired woman swallowed thickly. “Yeah. I mean, I really want to help out.”

Caitlyn nodded a few times. It shocked Vi how she could go from nervous fluster to blushing to serious in just a few heartbeats, but she absolutely could admire it. It was damned hot, and she enjoyed it more than she could admit. Many more ways, in fact. Everything about her was gorgeous, drop-dead beautiful, and she was ill-equipped to handle that level of beauty.

“You’re good at running errands,” Caitlyn said at length. “And you could probably handle my scheduling? It’s menial, not quite assistant work, but it would be something.”

“Hey, something is okay,” Vi agreed all too readily. “I can do errands and deliveries and shit, yeah. Or schedules. Or phones! Just - just not paperwork.”

Caitlyn licked her lips and shook her head. “You really do want to help, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Vi replied, all empathic and firm. She reached forward to grab Caitlyn’s hand, and despite the clear breach of office policy, she squeezed it. “I really, really do. You shouldn’t be doing everything by yourself.”

At first, Caitlyn’s stare was almost wary. But, after a moment, it softened up and was replaced with something kinder and more earnest. “Alright. Thank you, Vi.”

Vi winked. “Don’t mention it.”

Delivery work was a bit more up Vi’s alley. Running errands around the large office building, moving between departments to pick up files and packages, and getting things around without Caitlyn having to lift herself from her seat. Not a major time-saver, perhaps, but taking a bit off her plate was worthwhile. The scheduling was a bit more time-involved and required discussing things with her secretaries, but Vi made it work as best as she could.

At the start of the day, she delivered a schedule to her that was carefully mapped out just how Caitlyn wanted it; when her boss told her to change or update things, she handled those changes with phone calls or visits to other departments, making sure everyone was on-board. When files or paperwork needed shipping or changing, she handled that in person; when she had to get something, she happily performed the activity.

Even if it involved leaving the building and driving thirty minutes to pick things for Caitlyn, she did it. It was far easier than paperwork, even if she was just an errand girl - a delivery runner and little else. It did not make nearly much of a different in her boss’s workload, but it did make her visibly more jovial; she saw her more often, talked with her more frequently, and Cait appeared more receptive to her comments.

Better still, she could watch over her wellbeing to make sure she didn’t burn herself out again. It wasn’t much, but she could bring her lunch without fearing for her life, bringing back take-out or sandwiches from downstairs, and then pressuring her into actually eating it without putting up a big fuss. For her, so long as Caitlyn did something healthy, she was happy with her work.

Though, some of it got peculiar. More than a little bit, too. Caitlyn had a lot of strange stuff she needed doing, and when things became as menial as pressing a suit or collecting something from a dry-cleaners, Vi was left to wonder just how much the woman balanced in her day-to-day life. It was as if her work life was just one side of her incredible workload, and she was only then becoming privy to the vast swathe of work her boss had given herself.

“Cait,” Vi asked just the following Thursday, “Why did you have me go to a bakery?”

“Because I ordered lunch,” Caitlyn answered, her voice firm and adamant yet her face tined with pink. She knew it was as wrong as Vi implied, but she tried to play it off in that cute, ever-so-subtle style of hers.

So, really, Vi just had to tease.

“Yeah, but you ordered cupcakes, ” Vi laughed as she set the box down and tugged at the lid. It was all pink and flowery, a specialty gourmet shop that had been obviously meant for pastries and sweets and not some sort of savoury food, and she’d known that the moment she walked in. “A half-dozen of ‘em, Cait.”

Cait blushed red, but shook her embarrassment aside. “S-so what? I ordered them because they were convenient, is all.”

Vi kept on laughing. “But they’re cupcakes. ”

Her flush only rose. “You said you were willing to go get them. If this is a trouble for you, inform me ahead of time and I will make time in my schedule to do it myself -”

“No, no!” Vi dismissed. She opened the lid to reveal six perfect cupcakes inside, each one frosted with pink and white and looking absolutely picture-perfect. “It’s fine! Just, uh, you know, cupcakes aren’t lunch, Cait.”

Cait flushed harder still, looking thoroughly embarrassed with herself. “I-it’s a treat, Vi! I - you understand, sometimes I treat myself to things.”

“Cupcakes for lunch?”

“I - it’s a treat!

“Yeah, a super unhealthy one -”

“-That is, in fact, what a treat is -”

Vi just laughed. “I can’t believe that you’d eat - what, all of these? For lunch? That’s crazy.”

Caitlyn nibbled on her lip. “Oh, shut up and stop teasing me. I enjoy it.”

“It’s totally fine to enjoy it, I’m just surprised.” Vi plopped herself down in the chair just ahead of her. “I mean, you know, if you do this on the regular, I’m impressed that you can keep your figure.”

Her boss rolled her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re super hot and look like a supermodel? Normally, shit like that doesn’t involve cupcakes.”

Caitlyn clicked her tongue and brushed her hair behind her ear in an awkward tic. “I watch myself closely otherwise. And I make up for this. And - oh, I am not going to justify my snacking habits with you, Vi. Just get out of here and get back to work.”

Vi laughed. “Aw, c’mon. I don’t even get one?”

Caitlyn, still blushing, pushed the box toward her. “Takeoneandgoyouinsufferableassisant.”

“Whoa, harsh!” Vi winked at her as she picked up one of the dainty cupcakes. “But thanks, Cupcake. ”

“Wha - Vi, ” Caitlyn hissed, but Vi, still chuckling, was already out the door before she could reprimand her too badly.

Vi stepped up to Caitlyn’s office with a hint of a buzz in her step. It was something like… nerves, perhaps. She was not sure how to place it, exactly. She was not quite confident in what she wanted to ask, but she knew she had to. The success of the last week had been noteworthy in a way, with Caitlyn both being more open and less closed off to the others in the office, and at Vi’s pestering, she’d even begun to take some work off her plate and delegate it to the many managers she had under her command instead of taking it all for herself.

Just yesterday, she’d allowed Vi to sit in on her first meeting and do the note-taking for her. The day prior, she had been allowed to organize her office, much to Caitlyn’s blinking surprise and approval. Throughout the week, she’d performed her delivery girl role perfectly well for her boss, picking up whatever she needed and delivering whatever else she wanted to the absolute best of her abilities just to make sure that Cait didn’t have to.

It wasn’t the assistant role she had hired for, but it was the role she needed to make her job easier. Even if it was a shitty patchwork arrangement at best, Vi did whatever she had to - and Caitlyn seemed increasingly receptive to it all. But, as the weekend approached yet again, Vi had to make sure that Caitlyn used her time properly and did not just fall back on her tried-and-true routine of shooting a gun and getting drunk in some particular order.

So, she stepped inside her office, bashful and sheepish, and waggled a pair of fingers at her insanely hot boss. “Hey, Cupcake. Can I come in?”

“That’s still not my name,” Caitlyn huffed, then shook her head and looked up from her paperwork - a win in and of itself. “And you already have, so.”

“Right.” Vi grinned. “So… what are you doing this weekend?”

Caitlyn arched a fine blue brow up at her. “Why?”

“Well, I wanted to take you out,” Vi said, her voice thick and her heart in her throat - but she tried to seem totally cool about it. “Get you out of the office, so to speak.”

Caitlyn smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back against her chair. “Vi, I appreciate that… but last time was just a thing. We don’t have to keep it up, I - I mean… You understand.”

Vi swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure why that made her feel weird, but it made her feel weird. Really weird, in fact. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, and she didn’t know how to express that; Caitlyn was still super intimidating to her, even if she understood her a bit better than before.

She tried to voice it, unlike before. “I get that. Uh, but we had fun, right? And I think it’d be good if you learned to… relax a bit more?”

Caitlyn looked off to the side and ran her tongue over her lips. “I don’t want you to think that you have to spend time with me for that, Vi. Really, I don’t think it’s necessary …”

“I kinda want to,” Vi pressed, her voice as firm and soft as she could make it. Earnest and smooth, reassuring and calm. “And, uh, yeah. I think it’d be good?”

“I - well…” Caitlyn shrugged and kept looking around. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind.”

Considering it a small success, Vi grinned and pulled two slips of solid, hard paper out of her back pocket. “I was thinking a concert.”

Caitlyn stared at her. Then, she closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t do concerts, Vi. I apologize, but they really aren’t my thing.”

Vi was not deterred - not yet. “Well, a little birdy told me you’re a fan of Seraphine?”

Caitlyn, suddenly, stiffened. “What?”

“Camille -”

“I heard you. What? ”

Vi waved the tickets. “I got two tickets for the Seraphine concert Saturday night. My buddy, uh - he’s uh, kinda does some DJ shit, knows - well, he got those promo ticket things? Front-row seats, so -”

“Are you fucking with me?” Caitlyn almost snarled, and Vi was taken aback by the ferocity of it.

“Geez, Cupcake,” she laughed. “No, I’m not. I got two front-row seats for us, if you wanna go.”

“I couldn’t even get those myself, ” she growled, then slowly, carefully hissed through her nose. “...I don’t believe that you got them. They were sold out. Even for someone like me.”

Vi raised a brow. “...Did you try to -”

“Absolutely not I didn’t have time for something so trivial,” Caitlyn immediately dismissed, her hand waving outward.

“Is that a no? To going, that is.”

“No, that’s - no, I can make the time. We can go.” Caitlyn cleared her throat. “I should get out of the office, yes.”

Vi couldn’t help but snort. It was like watching someone in denial, and she found it utterly amusing. Caitlyn flushed like someone embarrassed to admit what she liked, and her reactions made it clear that Camille had told the truth about her enjoying Seraphine to a guilty degree - but she didn’t call her out on it; not yet. She just found it cute, really, and grinned boldly at her.

“So….”

“Yes, sure.” Caitlyn cleared her throat for a second time. “It’ll be good.”

Vi grinned wickedly. “It’s a date?”

Cait huffed through her nose. “You don’t have to go all the way, Vi. I know what this is.”

“I - what?” Vi cocked her head.

“It’s fine,” Caitlyn repeated, and the vagueness in her voice… concerned her, but she didn’t press it. “I look forward to tomorrow. Do you - might I pick you up?”

“Hey, sure. Whatever you’d like.” The conversation swap was obvious, but she did not press it.

After all, she didn’t want to push her luck more than she had to. As far as she was concerned, just getting Caitlyn to agree was worth it. She worked too hard as it was, and Vi could only try and incrementally get her to let loose once and a while. She just hoped, if nothing else, Cait could relax herself for the concert.

“Oh my God, ” Caitlyn practically squeed, sounding more excited than Vi had ever heard in her damned life. “I cannot believe I am - Oh, my God. She’s amazing, Vi, she’s just amazing. ”

Vi could only laugh. Caitlyn was gushing, her voice all excitement and adoration and praise, and the expression on her face was so… so light that it delighted her. She looked happy and content in a way she did not allow at work, and it had the pink-haired girl buzzing to see it. She looked positively radiant with her face so bright, her smile so wide, and her eyes shining so much - and better still, she looked like the single prettiest thing she had ever seen in her entire life.

Based on the way that the other pop fans kept looking at her, they knew it, too. Having chosen a close-fitting top that wrapped around her long neck and a tight skirt that inched a little too high to truly be modest, she was a head-turner through and through - distractingly so for Vi. She felt almost paltry by comparison: just a t-shirt and a puffy jacket thrown over her shoulders, nothing too fancy and nothing to show any material wealth.

“I didn’t take you for a Sera fangirl,” Vi laughed, loving the way that Caitlyn so excitedly looked around the venue. “You were, uh, really going at it, Cupcake. I think you were the loudest one in there.”

Caitlyn slapped her arm, and drew out a laugh for her efforts. “Don’t tease! She’s amazing. Wasn’t she amazing? Oh, she’s just incredible. I’ve always wanted to hear her in person, but I never -”

“What?” Vi laughed. “Never had the time?”

“Well - well, yes.” Caitlyn just bit her lip and groaned to herself. “Oh, but it was so worth it. A-and those seats were just to die for, Vi. Perfect view. I think she even looked at me!”

“Biggest fan in the entire crowd,” she chuckled, her head shaking. It was a bold statement because the place was damned crowded. It was way more packed than she would have thought, with what seemed like hundreds of screaming Seraphine fans packed into the concert venue like sardines. Even the concept of seats was a joke, with everyone just bouncing around all excited-like the smooth beats of her preppy pop music.

Vi didn’t quite get the appeal, but she damn well saw it shining in Caitlyn’s eyes. She was as excited as they came, boisterous and happy with her time spent, and that made her assistant happy in turn. She wanted her boss to have a good time, to go out and relax, and if she got to see that softer side of her in the process - well, she considered it a win. Caitlyn was utterly gorgeous when she was so happy, and that was a sight to savour.

“Oh, I just love her,” Caitlyn sighed, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. Her head twisted left and right as she scanned the crowds and the long booths of merch set out in the front hall, and as she admired the products on display, Vi admired her: her beautiful, beaming face, and the elegance of her high-set ponytail; a style that she had not yet seen but could only admit was downright amazing. “And all this. ”

“All… what?” Vi asked almost belatedly, realizing she was staring and then having to cough it off. Caitlyn looked at her, then, using her taller height to quickly lock eyes, and Vi nearly flushed from that alone.

“The merch,” Caitlyn practically gushed, and Vi only blinked in surprise. “This is all limited-edition stuff, Vi! I really don’t want to buy it off some scalper or some such again and I simply must get one of everything - “

“O-one of - !?” Vi’s voice became strangled in her throat. “H-hey, c’mon, you don’t need to go that far! There’s a lot of shit here, like, a few thousand easy, like -”

“Oh, please!” Caitlyn, suddenly, wrapped her arms around her bicep and leaned into her side, all but clinging to her. It made her blush furiously, her face redder than ever, and the distinct sensation of breasts squishing against the muscle of her arm sent blood rushing the wrong way. “It’s alright, surely?”

“I - w-why are you asking me?” Vi huffed in a fluster. The way Caitlyn spoke was almost as if seeking validation, like a child to a parent; she didn’t need her to say yes or no to her proposal for she was more than capable of buying it all herself.

“Please?” Caitlyn half-pleaded, lashes fluttering.

Maybe she does want validation, Vi realized, then. She doesn’t do this for anyone else.

“H-hey, yeah, sure,” Vi half-laughed, her voice thick. “I mean, you lead the way, but we’ll be here for a while.”

Caitlyn just squeezed her arm even tighter and all but clung to her as they walked through the crowds. It was almost romantic, in a way; the kind of thing that people who casually hung out just wouldn’t do. “Do you think I care? This place is amazing.”

Vi smiled at her and her shining, beaming face of excitement. She didn’t have any height on her like she was used to with others, but it was still nice. “Well, if you’re willing to put up with me for all of this, wanna hit up a food stand after? I know a pretty good one up on fifth -”

“A food stand?”

“Truck.”

“I’ve never -” Caitlyn clicked her tongue. “Well, you didn’t lead me wrong last time. But first, we’re buying my merch, okay?”

“That’s what I just said,” Vi chuckled, happy in the face of all her overwhelming enthusiasm. “Deal?”

“Deal, Vi.” Caitlyn squeezed her arm again, almost heedless of the consequences her actions held. “Thank your friend again for these tickets. They’re the best thing I’ve gotten all year.”

“Hey, anytime, Cupcake.” Vi winked at her. “It’s my pleasure.”

They spent quite a great deal of time at the concert venue well after it was done, and that was mostly because Caitlyn actually did purchase pretty much one of everything. She even got some stuff for Vi, despite protesting otherwise; but, laughing, the pink-haired assistant went along with whatever her enthusiastic boss wanted, quite happy to let her satisfy her pop idol cravings for as long as it lasted.

They stashed it all in her car before driving down to an area that Vi was all too familiar with; not seedy, not greasy, just an average sort of busy spot that had some of the best food trucks in the city make their daily stops. Vi knew the place by heart; she practically tracked them down and committed the best spots to memory. It was something she was all too happy to introduce Caitlyn to, and even if she scrunched up her nose with distaste at the sight of it all.

She said nothing, though. Maybe she had learned from last time to trust Vi’s judgement or maybe she felt that she owed her for the concert, but she went along with it with nothing more than a slight tilt of the chin. She happily stood at her side as they walked, she kept to her side as she ordered food from the stand, and she listened intently as Vi rambled in conversation. Even when the pink-haired woman felt silly to be making small talk about her friends to her boss, Caitlyn never once showed any disinterest or distaste for the topics.

In fact, she quite keenly listened to her; almost as if attention-starved. It was an interesting thing to see. Caitlyn did not interact much in conversation, but she listened religiously and practically recited it all back to her once she was done. She was interested in even the smallest of Vi’s ramblings, and that was something the assistant enjoyed more than she could easily express; but it was not nearly as enjoyable as when she bit into her food and got her first good taste of it, with her voice nearly spilling out in a groan while paper and foil crinkled around her hands.

“I’ll confess that I’ve never had a shawarma wrap, ” Caitlyn told her sometime later as she stared down at the quarter-eaten wrap, “but it is genuinely fantastic. A bit too spicy, perhaps, but I very much enjoy the taste of this.”

Vi laughed, mouth full of food. “There’s barely any spice!”

Her legs swung enthusiastically and her hand cautiously in the spot between her and Caitlyn, just shy of touching her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with her body in a situation where she and her prospective date sat together on an outcropping that looked over the lake below, a gorgeous view stained orange by the setting sun. It was cute, almost horrifyingly so; perfect date material, yet without that distinct connotation over it.

“There’s enough,” Caitlyn huffed, but buried herself in her food all the same. The way her expression changed with each bite was something that Vi just had to savour, and she appreciated it more than she could easily express. Her boss seemed so much more free like that, and it was something that she wanted to draw out as often as she could.

“God, you’re weak. ”

“Weak?!” Caitlyn scoffed at her from around a mouthful of food - a wholly undignified yet heartbreakingly normal look for her. “Between the two of us, I’m the only one that can shoot a firearm.”

“Wait, whoa,” Vi protested, “what does that have to do with anything?”

Caitlyn pouted. “You called me weak.”

Vi snorted. “Talkin’ about constitution, Cupcake. Not actual -” She shook her head. “Am I seriously explaining this?”

Caitlyn looked at her. After a moment, she grinned. “Scared?”

“Of you using a gun on me?” Vi laughed and knocked their shoulders together. “I am way stronger than you, Cait.”

“Prove it.”

“P-Prove -” She snorted and shook her head. “Seriously?”

“You’re not as strong as you look, Vi. That’s all I am saying. In a fight between us, I would win.”

Vi just stared. “Where the hell is this coming from?”

Caitlyn shrugged. “I understand.”

“Understand -” Vi stared at Caitlyn’s mock-deadpan expression and groaned. “Now you’re fucking with me.”

Caitlyn giggled behind her food. “Why would I do that?”

“I did nothing to deserve this teasing,” she protested.

“Come now,” her boss said, “that was barely anything.”

“It’s borderline abuse after what I offered you.”

“I funded it all, so really…”

Vi raised her brows. “You couldn’t get those tickets without me.”

“You didn't get them without your friend, to be fair.”

Vi nodded her head a few times rather regretfully. “Fair, actually.”

Caitlyn smiled and bit down on her wrap. As the sun hit her face it shone nice and bright, and as her legs kicked out alongside Vi’s she felt her throat grow tight. Her boss was seriously just too beautiful, an absolute stunner by every single possible, plausible metric, and it never ceased to amaze her. Vi could only push it down by doing the same as her and munching on her wrap. She didn’t want to ignore her feelings, but it was hard to define anything about it in the first place.

“You know,” she said after a moment, “I don’t think I’d get any more tickets, but we should do this again sometime.”

Caitlyn just sort of smiled and chewed, slow and methodical. “You haven't led me wrong twice now, Vi. I think I’d give it another spin.”

Vi licked her lips. “Really?”

“For certain.”

Vi was pretty sure she knew why her heart swelled, but she said nothing about it. It was hard to find a reason to spoil such a good thing, really, and as far as she was concerned, it was a very good thing. It was something to settle into and enjoy, and if she did not know any better - or if she could fool herself that it was something more than what it was - she could say it was a damn good date.

Caitlyn had been against it from the very start.

“I don’t want to go to a corporate resort retreat,” Caitlyn had bemoaned. “It’s stupid. It’s silly.”

As far as she was concerned at the time, it was necessary. She’d been taking Caitlyn out for weeks, rigorously attending to her every single weekend, trying to let her have some fun and take a break from her work. It went well, too, between lunches and dinners, events and shops, with the occasional retreat back to her apartment where they relieved some more physical stress and tension.

She’d learned a lot - about how Caitlyn was a near-professional skeet shooter, how she took arcade games way too fucking seriously, how she liked shitty shows on the television, and how she liked to snuggle in big hoodies. Nice, fun little things, and cute, domestic little things. She was less lively inside of the office, but that only made sense with what she did and who she was; so Vi was there to constantly try to one-up the last attempt and get her to relax just that little bit more.

And, to her, a Corporate Resort Retreat had been the exact thing she needed.

“It’s just a retreat,” Vi had countered. “You go, you schmooze, whatever, and you relax. ”

“That’s nothing,” Caitlyn kept on protesting, stubbornly doing her work while Vi tried to urge her into it. “Besides, I have too much work to do.”

“Camille will handle it,” Vi pressed. “I already asked her!”

Caitlyn’s huff had been loud and clear. “Why are you so interested in me going to a retreat?”

“Because it’ll be fun,” Vi had replied all shifty-like. “Besides, what's the point of being a sponsor for these people if you don’t use the rewards they give you?”

“...Does this have anything to do with the fact that you want to go to a poolside waterpark, Vi?”

“Absolutely not,” she had sputtered in protest. “I’m not even invited yet!”

“Yet?”

“Metaphorically speaking, Cupcake.”

“Well.” Caitlyn had raked her eyes up and down Vi, then, all smooth and coy. “I have wanted to see what you look like in a swimsuit, so I suppose I could spare two days.”

“H-how do you just say things like that, Cait!?”

“We already established that you got the job for my viewing pleasure, Vi, so please, don’t act surprised.”

“No, I get that, but how do you just say it?! ”

Caitlyn’s laugh had been more than worth it, even if Vi had been left flushing for the rest of the day, too. At the end of it, though, she was in it for the same reasons: swimsuits. Namely, Caitlyn Kiramman in a swimsuit.

And damn, was it head-turning.

It was a bikini that was little more substantial than straps of cloth and hugged the amazing curves of Caitlyn’s body like a glove. It was a deep purple colour that complimented the sharp blue of her hair, and it worked oh-so-well with the creaminess of her skin. The cloth arced over the steep curves of her large, heavy breasts, cupping each one just perfectly but leaving a sinful display of cleavage totally bare, and it was a sight that Vi found utterly delicious. Strings of purple fabric arced around her neck and connected the cups of her bikini top to a metal ring set just above her chest, keeping it all nice and tight but making it seem as if a simple pluck would send it all cascading downward.

Her bikini bottoms were snug and tight around her hips, showing the width of her waist and the size of her hipbones. It was modest and covered a great deal, but because of her height and length, it left so much on display it was downright illegal. Her stomach was flat and inviting, her waist curved and smooth, every inch of her sculpted firmness and womanly softness – a combination that had everyone staring from around the pool. Her curves were on full display for everyone to ogle, and to Vi's annoyance, it happened far more than she liked.

Caitlyn did not notice. She lounged on a pool ring and let it lazily swirl through the water with idle flicks of her feet. One hand held onto a fruity, alcoholic poolside drink and the other held up a novel in three fingers, keeping it up in front of her face. She seemed perfectly lazy and perfectly calm, sipping at a whim and reading as if engrossed, showing not a care in the world for anything around her – not the stares, not the attention, not the speeches.

She was calm, and Vi liked seeing that. She seemed perfectly content, lazy and peaceful, without anything pressing down on her. That was what mattered, as far as she was concerned. She wanted Caitlyn to get a moment to herself, and it seemed like all that and more. Vi even took it on herself to wave off anyone that wanted to edge in and sneak in some business deals on the sly, or sponsors that were looking for some backdoor meetings while the retreat was going on; she just cited an incredibly busy schedule while her boss floated along in the pool.

Vi was glad she could see her boss relaxed like that. Being against it for so long, even during the entire car ride there, made it a distinctly pleasing sight afterward. Granted, it left her a bit embarrassed that her boss kept on driving her around everywhere, but Caitlyn seemed to be better at it than she could ever hope - and if it helped her relax and vent, she let it be. The sheer difference from the complaining-driving-Cait to the lounging-and-drinking-Cait was just nice, and watching her get her chill on, irrespective of how long it had taken to convince her, was just great.

She didn’t think about why she tried so hard to do it. She could have let Caitlyn be and not pestered her for so long, or just left her alone and not tried to pull her out of the metaphorical house as if she were her actual relationship partner, but something about that felt wrong. Vi felt - well, she couldn’t say responsible, but invested. Caitlyn was something worth spending time around and for, and Vi was happy to do it even if it seemed like pulling teeth.

However, Vi chilled just as much as her boss did, of course. For her, the waterpark was a blast. The pool was great, the wave pool was great, the waterslides were great; it was just great. She had a lot of fun with it all, and yeah, she took advantage of the free trip to have her way with it, but she was cool with that. Caitlyn gave her permission to do whatever she wanted, and she took clear advantage of that.

She didn't drink too much, but she chilled with a nice fruity drink in her hand and happily breezed through the waterpark resort while keeping an eye on Caitlyn. She walked calmly along the boardwalk, grinning breezily as she went, body still slick with the water of the slide she had just been on. She didn’t fail to notice the eyes on her, either, and though she drew far less in the way of attention than women like Caitlyn, the attention was quite significant.

Board shorts ran low along her waist and a smooth , bandolier-like top wrapped around her chest - nothing sexy, not really, but all meant to show off as much skin and body as possible. Her muscles were all on display, bulging along her arms and rippling across her thick-set waist, almost rippling in time with her steps. Abs flexed, her core went tight, and those that were interested in a tough, built girl showed their visual appreciation. Of course, half of that could have been in Vi’s head alone, but she took what she could get.

College really had not left her for confidence, in all honesty.

She looked over at Caitlyn lounging in the pool, lazily spinning around on the floating ring, then down at the cup in her hand. Shrugging to herself, she skipped up to the little corporate-issue bar that stretched across one side of the pool deck and quickly called the attention of the bartender. She did it all with a calm, impassioned look, little more than a flick of the lips and a flash of the fingers, getting all the attention she wanted with that alone.

“Hey, get me one of those…” She rolled her fingers around as she searched for the words “...Ah, one of those coconut drink things. With the little umbrellas. You know the one.”

“Coming right up,” the man said.

“Oh, make it two!” Vi called, all smooth and sure.

A chuckle. “Sure thing.”

Vi, humming, leaned against the bar counter and grinned. She felt totally light and airy, not a problem in her head, and just waited with anticipation to get her drinks. One to replace hers, the other to give to Caitlyn as an offering. Something to -

“Why not three?” A new voice chimed in, and Vi let her attention drift. She had to blink and adjust herself a moment later as she was put face-to-face with a pair of tits that bordered on fucking spectacular, and with her throat sudddenly thick, she let her eyes rake over the newcomer who so boldly leaned against the bar alongside her.

Tall, but nowhere near as much as Vi, and stacked to hell and back again. A blue one-piece caressed the curves of a body that was utterly voluptuous by every possible definition, with a set of hips wider than Caitlyn’s and a pair of tits at least a cup size larger, if not more. Her hair was a bright, fiery red, her lips painted an even more sultry shade, and every inch of her was so nice and soft and inviting it looked like a cushion.

Vi licked her lips. The woman’s face was beautiful, but it screamed danger - or something of the sort. It was the kind of face she had seen so often in college bars, the kind of woman that would get all the drinks out of her that she could before playing her like a fiddle. The sex would all be grand, too, but the satisfaction never lingered for long - not that she cared, not when she got to fuck a firecracker and lay her nice and hard.

“Why not?” Vi grinned as charmingly as she could. “Because I only want two.”

The woman smiled. “Don’t want to buy me a drink?”

Vi chuckled softly. “Another time, maybe. Got someone else to get back to.”

The redhead paused before barking out a sultry, thick laugh. “Wow. That’s the fastest rejection I’ve ever gotten.” She shook her head and sent waves of hair bouncing. “Can’t say I’m used to that.”

The pink-haired woman raked her eyes up and down the curves of her body. “Oh, I bet so. You don’t look like the kind of gal that gets, ah, turned down often.”

The redhead licked her lips. “Why’s that?”

“Why’s what?” Vi snorted. “You’re fucking hot, obviously.”

A laugh. “Flirting, teasing back, but still turning me down? How peculiar.”

“Sorry. I’m just -” She paused, lingered. “-Taken. I’m taken. But uh, hey. For the record, if I wasn’t, I’d absolutely buy you a drink.”

“Is that your way of hedging your bets, or are you just being nice?” The woman drawled, leaning even further into the counter - all coy, all teasing, and all seductive. Vi, though, didn’t buy any of it. The woman was absolutely hot as hell, but even if she acknowledge that her curves were better than Caitlyn’s and her body looked softer in every way that mattered, she just… wasn’t Caitlyn.

And that meant she wasn’t interested.

“Just being nice,” Vi told her, still all smiles. The bartender returned with two cups just a moment later, and Vi thanked him for them before swiping both up. “Sorry, babe.”

“Shame. You’re the only one here that looks like she’s worth spending time with.” The redhead flopped around theatrically to rest her back against the bartop. “Name’s Sarah, by the by… in case you become un- taken over the next - hm, what, thirty hours or so?”

Vi offered a lopsided smirk. “I’m Vi, also for the record. Hope you find someone for that drink.”

She didn’t even offer the gorgeous redhead a second thought; she left her behind and walked forward with easy steps, headed straight for Caitlyn. With eyes focused on her shapely body tucked away in a little purple bikini she made her way to the edge of the pool where she lounged around, then slipped herself over the side of the pool with an easy step.

“Hey, Cupcake,” she greeted, sliding over the edge of the pool and sitting down. She stuck her feet in the water and looked it over, then focused her razor-sharp attention on her boss. “How’s it goin’?”

“Do you seriously insist on calling me that all the time?” Caitlyn asked, her voice thick with amusement. Her feet kicked as she slowly, gently guided her floating ring over Vi’s edge, making it all seem calm and lazy.

“What’s that saying?” Vi innocently cocked her head. “You are what you eat?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

“You know, I have been told that.”

“I seriously don’t know why I spend time with you at all,” Caitlyn sighed. She, still, closed her book and set it on her stomach, which as far as Vi was concerned looked borderline criminal.

“I’m your assistant,” she replied, feet swishing calmly through the water of the pool. “I think you’re legally obligated.”

“Wow.” Caitlyn brought her hand up and pulled her sunglasses down her nose to look at her directly. “My. And here I thought you were going to say it was your charming personality.”

“You think I’m charming?” Vi grinned and pretended to swoon. “Wow. That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Caitlyn snorted. “I wasn’t aware I was meant to, but I suppose you’ll have to take what you can get.”

Vi blinked. She did not know what to make of the words or the phrasing, and it hit her in the wrong way. It made her chest twist, and she was not sure how she appreciated it. Something did not feel quite right about it, but wherever the sour taste came from, she did not know.

Cait’s eyes flicked over her hands. “Two? Don’t tell me you’re that drunk.”

“Well, they’re full, so I can’t be drunk… ”

“That doesn’t really hold true, but alright.” Caitlyn looked over her - slow, deliberate, and firm. “You look good in a swimsuit, you know.”

“I know,” Vi laughed. “You told me already.”

That didn’t mean she was not pleased, of course. Caitlyn was rather free with her visual appreciation, almost as if she thought she didn’t have to hide that part of herself. Maybe she thought there were no repercussions or maybe that was just how she liked to act, but it felt nice. The way her boss’s firm blue eyes raked over her muscles and along her abs was oh-so-pleasant to her, and she did not think there would be a point where she didn’t enjoy it.

“So do you, by the way,” she added almost belatedly, and punctuated it with a wink. “Lookin’ hella hot.”

Caitlyn smiled but did not respond. “Why did you come over?”

“First, to give you this,” she said, and offered out the drink. Caitlyn stared at it without much care, and acted almost idle about it.

“I already have one.”

“It’s gotta be almost done, right?” Vi leaned over and plucked it right up, then replaced it with the new drink. “Yeah, see? There ya go.”

Her boss snorted and shook her head, but accepted the drink all the same. “Thank you, Vi.”

Her lips wrapped around the straw, and she pulled with a slow, steady movement. It was something that Vi probably should not have found anywhere near as hot as she did, but it was damned hot to watch. She stared, mouth dry, before licking her lips and grinning to keep up her sudden success - however that could be measured, at least.

“And, well, I wanted to see if I couldn’t pull that pretty little ass out of the pool and up onto one of the water slides.” Vi winked down at her, all suggestive and smooth. “It’s pretty fun, and, uh, I think you’d like it.”

“I object to the first bit of that statement,” Caitlyn told her, voice wry and thick. “And the second does not sound quite appealing. I’m not all too interested in it.”

“Awww.” Vi clicked her tongue. “C’mon, Cait. It’ll be fun! You, me, a slide, what’s not to love?”

“The slide.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated. “Hey, so I’m part -”

“-Don’t push it.”

Vi sniffed and wrapped her mouth around her own straw. “Pretty please?”

Caitlyn tittered ever so softly. “What do I get if I say yes?”

“You need a reward? Uh…” Vi licked her lips and thought. “Uh. I’ll give you a back-rub?”

“How does that benefit anyone other than you?”

“It’s your back?”

Caitlyn laughed properly, then. “Well, I suppose I could spare some time. After all, I do owe you.”

Vi had to think about what she was owed and came up blank. “Uh… Yeah, I’m lost.”

“For the room.” Caitlyn winked at her while tugging on her straw, playing at it with her mouth. “I canceled yours. You’re going to have to bunk with me tonight.”

“You - you can - or.” Vi squeezed her eyes shut in thought, then released. “Are you saying -”

“I’m not saying anything. What happens, happens. That’s all.” Caitlyn shrugged and reached out with one hand to grab hold of the edge of the pool, and from there slowly reeled herself in. “It’s going to be tight, though. Small beds, and all that.”

Vi’s lips twitched. “And all that, yeah. You know, I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it, right?”

Suffer through, she did. At least, insofar as she said; it was a blast to hang out with Caitlyn. She took to the waterslides tentatively at first, but became much more confident with each repetition and each touch. She happily leaned into Vi on more than one occasion as they sat in rings and floaters and fun little boats to ride down the larger slides, and she picked up in confidence on the big solo ones - and whenever Vi got a picture of it, she found it utterly hilarious how Cait would fume and demand it back.

Caitlyn could swim, too, thankfully, but coercing her into the water was as amusing as watching her get all embarrassed when she got thoroughly soaked - as if modest mattered, despite her skimpy bikini. The wave pool didn’t quite go so well, but Vi quite happily showed Caitlyn around it all. Later, when they dried off at the open-air restaurant with tea, coffee, and food between them, the conversation was light and enjoyable; less the kind of interaction a boss and an assistant would have but, rather, good friends.

Or more.

Night went about as good as Vi expected. Namely, sex in the shower and a pounding on the bed, which was, as indicated, a rather tight fit; but Caitlyn took to it well, happily clinging to her through every position and sweep of her subordinate’s hips, and Vi enjoyed every second of it. She savoured it like someone that was at risk of losing everything, that could find it all gone in a heartbeat, and if Cait noticed that desperation - she said nothing.

She said nothing for the next day, either, or their extended day of resort-enjoyment where Caitlyn unceremoniously gave them both a vacation day to keep up the fun, before letting Vi drive back ‘home’ while she slept in the passenger seat.

All in all, Vi considered it an excellent getaway.

Things went fairly smoothly for the next couple of weeks or so. It was the usual routine, by then: Vi ran errands, did scheduling, organized things as best as she could for Cait, and tried to be a useful assistant. Caitlyn… mostly did the same, though she was more lenient in the sharing of her duties and the delegation of her work. She made some improvements at work, and that, at the end of the day, was everything that Vi wanted. It was what she had been hired for, after all. Even if they arrived at it in a thoroughly roundabout way, her boss got some of the help she needed.

The cycle of work did not change much beyond that. Vi brought her the occasional set of cupcakes for lunch, and at others got the chef to make her something more substantial. Caitlyn did most of her work herself, bar the delegation; and when her assistant thought it to be too much, she helped her decompress. Food stands, arcade games, the movie theater, or even just shopping - things that made Caitlyn relax.

Sometimes, though, she sat in Vi’s apartment on a lazy morning, just clogging up her couch. Sometimes, Vi would find her half-nude body wrapped up in a sweater two sizes too wide, making for a sight that was both domestic and unbearably attractive. Often, she’d find herself totally confused as to the nature of their relationship when things became so intimate; at other points, she’d be cursing out Caitlyn for holding said sweaters hostage and not giving them back.

The more that sometimes became the norm, the harder it became for Vi to control her emotions. There was precious little time to spill them, however, and at any point she might have so much as considered it, distractions became easy; sex, or events, or whatever they were stuffing their faces with because damn, Caitlyn’s metabolism didn’t keep up with what she ate.

Time ticked on, the days were counted down, and the ‘event’ that had set everything into motion approached. With a week before Caitlyn’s so-called party, she had Vi out on the town, urging her to get all the chores she needed done - well, done. Vi realized it was not so easy as just picking up an outfit and headed off to a party; the well-to-do and wealthy kept to strict timelines and important schedules that were borderline annoying. Pick up this, talk with them, find that, organize those; so on and so forth.

Vi did a lot of driving around on the first few days as she picked up things on Caitlyn’s behalf. The first day of the weekend, however, was the entire opposite, where all she did was sit in the passenger seat while Caitlyn drove her around town to go whatever she was so inclined. She needed a lot to make the party work, she said; to make a statement, or something like that. Vi didn’t get it, but she supposed she was not supposed to - she had not been raised into stuff like that, so she honestly did not know.

“But you own, like, a dozen necklaces,” Vi had protested at the jewellers, watching as Caitlyn accepted a custom-fit necklace worth more than a half-year's salary for her. “Why do you need a new one for the party?”

“Because they’ll know if it’s something I’ve worn before,” Caitlyn told her. “If they did, it would be quite the scandal.”

“It’s a necklace, ” Vi protested with a laugh.

“It’s also a bracelet and a choker, to be fair,” Caitlyn hummed, collecting each article in turn and putting it into a little velvet case. “Trust me, this is absolutely necessary. I won’t hear the end of it from my parents otherwise.”

“So… this is all for them?”

“It’s always for them,” Caitlyn replied. “It’s the way of things, unfortunately.”

“Huh.” Vi had nothing more to share after that; if it was what Caitlyn wanted, she would go with it. The fact that Cait chose to bring her with her at all was a blessing in and of itself, given that everything was for Caitlyn alone - her stuff, her errands, nothing that Vi needed to be there for. She wasn’t sure why she brought her or needed her at all, and if it was a case of company, she could provide that. “Well, sure, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn just shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Earrings, next.”

Vi knew nothing about earrings, but when they hit up another jewellery store that she had never been before, that was exactly what she was made to learn - a crash-course in earrings and types and sizes and all sorts of shit that went beyond her simple love for piercings and well into appropriate occasions and suitability and complementing styles. Some dude in a well-tucked suit showed off display cases as if they were his child, beaming over Caitlyn as if she was the most important thing in the room, and as crazy as she found it… she couldn’t disagree.

Every store they went to was the same. Caitlyn walked into some crazy-fancy-rich place that only those with more money than sense would visit and the staff would make way as if she was the most important person in the room. It was not quite rolling out the red carpet, but it went well beyond a loyal or valued customer. It was this woman is rich and important and we have to treat her right, and that level of quiet, unassuming fame hit Vi in all the strangest of ways.

The fact that Vi herself was in a t-shirt, hoodie, and low-slung jeans, an outfit that practically guaranteed her a quick exit by security, didn't seem to matter when she was at Caitlyn’s side. She was her perfect assistant, and she happily let herself be led around on a leash. She stood behind her at each display case, nodded her head on each suggestion, and just sort of watched their backs in case of - well, she didn’t know what, but she just admired her.

She liked seeing Caitlyn do such standard, normal things - even if it wasn’t her kind of normal. She was as stoic and professional as always, but there was a certain levity in her actions, a level of relaxation she did not otherwise allow in the office. The more Vi saw of it, the more it impressed her; Cait could seem so normal on such excursions where she otherwise would not allow it for herself.

“How do these look?” Caitlyn asked her as she held up hooped bauble to her ear, using just a few fingers to tuck the long strands of blue right behind the shell; a motion that showed off the flat of her face and the length of her tilted neck, and a sight that made Vi a little too dry in the mouth.

“Uh… Great,” she replied, trying and failing not to focus on just Caitlyn’s long, perfect neck. “Really great.”

Caitlyn half-smiled at her. “The earrings or me, Vi?”

Vi squinted. “Both?”

Caitlyn tittered softly and plucked at another pair. “Hoops or studs? Or something a bit larger?”

“I, uh.” Vi licked her lips. “I like rings and studs best, but… You know, my style, so…”

“Hm.” Caitlyn thought about it, carefully considering her options. “I’m not one to wear two sets at once, but I don’t think a change of pace would be a bad thing.”

Vi just shrugged. “Hey, sure. I, uh, go for it?”

Teeth grinned. “Does it meet with your approval? ”

“Anything you do meets with my approval,” she chuckled. “I don’t think you need it, though.”

“Need and want are two different things, I’d say.”

Vi regarded her carefully. “Well, I wholeheartedly support anything you want to do, Cupcake.”

She snorted and shook her head while putting the earrings down. “Why are you speaking like that?”

“Uh, I thought this was for the party?” Vi waved her hand. “Shouldn’t I speak all posh-like?”

Caitlyn stared blankly. “Really?”

“What?”

“Alright, I see how it is.”

Vi just snorted. “What?”

“See what happens, Vi,” Caitlyn hummed with an upward tilt of her chin.

“I didn’t - “ she sputtered, but Caitlyn had none of it.

“See what happens.”

“Cait, this is, uh, this is too much,” she said, her voice a hesitant stammer. She held up the bag holding her new tuxedo almost warily, as if afraid to be touching something of that worth. It was… insane just how much money had been so clearly spent on it, and being told it was hers just hit her the wrong way. “I can’t - I can’t accept something like this.”

“Do not be silly,” Caitlyn tutted. “Of course you can. You require something good for the party, and whatever you own just won’t cut it.”

She wanted to argue the point, but she could not find a good way to do it. Unfortunately, Caitlyn was right by every possible metric and that she had nothing to wear to a party as fancy as the one she needed to be at. So, instead, she shrugged, and then tried to dismiss it as best as she could.

“But it’s a shit ton of -it’s bigger than, like, my salary,” she half-laughed, awkwardly wavering. “I can’t accept something like this.”

“You can and you will. It’s a gift from me to you.”

Vi stepped forward. “Look, I just -”

“Vi, stop. Don’t ruin my generosity by pushing the subject.” Caitlyn raised her hand dismissively. “It’s an earnest gift from me to you, and really, it’s just a tuxedo.”

Vi closed her eyes and shook her head. “Alright. I’m not really, uh, comfortable with this, but…”

“It’s not a handout, again, it’s a gift and a necessity. If you don’t want it after the party, feel free to give it back and I’ll simply require it as your formal work uniform. Understood?”

She snorted out a laugh. “Fine, fine, got it.” She hoisted the bag over her shoulder. “So? What’s next? Unless, uh, you’re gonna show me up in a suit too, but -”

“Of course not,” Caitlyn hummed. “I’ve already got my dress, however. This was just for you… though, shoes would not be remiss, hm?”

Vi just blinked as she followed Caitlyn through the store - a nice, impressive place meant for bespoke suits and tuxedos ranging from weddings to events, and all of which were far too expensive for her to ever consider. The fact that Caitlyn went there ahead of time to order her a suit was impressive, and she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of awe in the face of such generosity. Even if it was a necessity, it was above and beyond what she would have expected.

When a thought occurred to her, Vi frowned. “Wait - how did you know my size for this, Cait? It’s perfect, don’t get me wrong, but -”

“I wasn’t sleeping with you for pleasure,” Cait oh-so-casually drawled, making Vi stop mid-store and sputter. “I only needed your measurements.”

Vi snorted and barked out a laugh while Caitlyn continued to walk away. “Cupcake, I’m not sure we’re talking about the same measurements!”

“Of course we are. Don’t be foolish.” Caitlyn looked over her shoulder and winked. “Now follow along, Vi. We’ve got a day ahead of us.”

“Lead the way, boss lady,” she huffed, a laugh buried in her throat. “Lead the way.”

She did. Caitlyn had done so the entire day, however; one store to the next, location to location, street to street. She knew everything like the back of her hand, and Vi followed along like a good assistant - or a whipped puppy dog, at that point it was entirely up in the air. She enjoyed it, though, and she didn’t care where they went so long as it was together. Why she thought that, she did not know; but as Cait pushed her into a shoe store, she just grinned and followed along with nothing more than a confidant swagger.

Vi, at least, liked shoe shopping. Not for herself, no - not by any measurable metric, at least. She liked sneakers and high-tops and a good pair of running shoes for a fun day or some combat boots for any other day that she wanted to go out. No, she liked it a lot when she got to watch a woman like Caitlyn sit down, stretch her long legs out of her skirt, and try on heel after heel. She elegantly showed off her absolutely perfect legs while strapping shoes into place around her feet and all Vi knew was that she was dumbstruck.

Amazing, she thought, and not for the first time. What a woman.

“How do these ones look, Vi?” Caitlyn asked, her leg flashing as she showed off a pair that arced and criss-crossed all the way up and around her ankles.

Vi just swallowed hard. “They, uh. Look great. Awesome. Get them.”

Caitlyn tittered. “You said that for the last four pairs, Vi.”

“It’s really not my fault that you make them all look so good,” she chuckled, head shaking.

“I suppose not,” Cait agreed, her chin turned up. “Hm… What would you rather see me in, Vi? These? The first? Or those ones over there - yes, those black ones?”

Vi looked at the black ones, then the ones back on her feet. She nodded crisply once, her decision made. “Oh, yeah, these ones, yeah.”

Her boss chuckled. “Well, that’s good enough for me.”

With deft fingers she untucked it, unwrapping it from around her ankle and pulling it aside with a deft movement. She made it seem easy, but all Vi did was stare in awe. Her mouth felt dry just to watch it, and when Caitlyn uncrossed one leg to slide it over the other in a distinctly lady-like way, all the blood started to rush around almost uncomfortably. She licked her lips and stared at her boss as she moved, tucking the shoes aside and calling over an attendant with a finely arched finger - always elegant, always graceful.

“I’ll take these, yes, this size,” Caitlyn affirmed, all cool and smooth. She acted with the utmost professionalism at all times, but she had a magnetic sort of charm that only aristocratic refinement offered. “Thank you.”

“Man.” Vi shook her head after a moment. “You’re loaded, you’re like, noble or whatever…”

Caitlyn looked over at her with a raised brow. “What are you going on about now?”

“I’m just saying,” Vi spoke, “you’re basically like, my sugar momma, right? Since you’re buying me stuff, you’re -”

“Oh, shut up, ” Caitlyn laugh, her accent curling in her enthusiasm. She reached out to slap her shoulder, pushing Vi back just a fraction. “You know that’s not what this is.”

“Well,” she laughed jovially, “What is it?”

She let the question linger. As far as questions went, it wasn’t entirely loaded or significant - but she meant it. She held back any real emotion, but she was curious to know the answer of what this was. She lacked any way to frame their relationship beyond her taking Caitlyn out to do things and let her relax for a bit, and even if it didn’t amount to much, she wanted to know what she thought.

“You’re my assistant,” Caitlyn told her, her head shaking. “Seriously, Vi. Sometimes…”

Vi wondered, then, why she had to force herself to smile. “Right, of course. Uh - yeah.” She rubbed the back of her head almost furiously. “Hey, uh… you hungry? I know a place we could go, after this.”

“Back to food already?” Caitlyn smiled at her, and Vi had to admit it was as beautiful as always. “Alright. That sounds perfectly fine with me.”

Vi knew her heart was in her throat, but she didn’t know what to do about it.

She did not know what to do about any of it, honestly.

The rhythm was mostly smooth between them. Work, professional; weekends, lax; occasional relaxation and needling to get Caitlyn out of the office and delegating work, successful. They had an okay beat going, and it was not something she quite expected to work out so well. It was, above all, comfortable. Fitting, in a manner of speaking. She was not sure why that was, but they fit together like pieces of a puzzle that did not seem to match in colour or size but did.

Or maybe Vi did not know shit, but it didn't matter. Their routine was nice, and it was nice for as long as it lasted; but, the closer they got to the party, the more frayed it became. Caitlyn grew more tense, more irritable, and more stressed, micromanaging more and more as the days passed and the date approached.

And then it was there, and the two were attending some big shareholder event for mingling and business and, apparently, the Kirmmans meddling in their daughter's business. Even if Vi wanted to say something to reassure her, she couldn't; she had nothing to really say which would comfort her. She just had to go along with it and hope for the best, that her parents would back off and let her relax just a tiny bit.

Caitlyn, though, really pulled out all the stops. She picked Vi up in a sports car, walked up to her apartment to make sure she put her tuxedo on right, and then all but ushered her down and inside to then briskly speed over to the venue and very nearly get them arrested for going above the limit in the process.

"Chill, Cupcake," Vi laughed as they had pulled into the lot, "it's literally just meeting the parents, it's nothing. You don't have to stress about it."

"I'm going to be hit on all night irrespective of whether or not they accept what I say about you or even approve of you," Caitlyn sighed. She stared up at the building just as much as Vi did, taking in its massive splendour: an art gallery or some such in the more impressive district of the city, and some place she had never been before. Right then, it was light up like crazy and packed with important people that she had no hope in hell of recognizing.

“It won’t be that bad,” Vi assured her, and, hesitantly, reached over to squeeze her boss’s shoulder. “Literally, it’s just some shmoozing like you usually do.”

“I only drank myself to hell that night, Vi, because I strenuously dislike these parties and furthermore dislike my parents’ designs on me,” Caitlyn stated all too flatly. “So this is a lose-lose.” A frustrated groan chased her words closely. “Oh, fuck me. Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Sure thing,” Vi agreed, ready and willing to do whatever Caitlyn needed - anything at all, really.

Vi let Caitlyn lead the way and quite happily walked at her side, if somewhat just behind her, more a subservient partner than anything else. Cait knew everyone and she was the one to greet and smile and shake hands, while Vi was just there to quite literally serve as arm candy for her. Though her boss hung off her arm, daintily wrapped around it, it was clear which of them was in charge and which of them had all the authority in the ‘relationship’.

Vi didn’t mind that. It was an interesting situation for her to be in, in truth, and one that she was somewhat fond of. She’d never really been dressed to the nines before, but as she walked through the reception and was led into the big art gallery’s hall, she found herself enjoying it. She looked good, and the looks she got were as appreciative as they were judgemental. Plenty judgemental, in fact, but she supposed that was par for the course when she had a tattoo under her left eye, across the right side of her neck, and complimented with the silver ring in her nose; enough to mark her out as different.

Her suit, though, cut a dashing figure - as Caitlyn had said when she saw her and adjusted the lapels. A white vest, tight and tucked, was set closely over a shirt of charcoal black. Slacks in the same colour hugged her legs, so fitted it was almost shocking, and laid bare the full extent of her broad frame. Every bit of the tuxedo hugged her body, showing off all of her muscles and all of her size in the most complimentary of ways, and with her pink hair gelled back she looked like a damned debonair.

At least, so she thought. She’d never quite dressed like that before in her life, but really, so long as Caitlyn thought she looked good, she was happy with it all. She was just there to be arm candy and to make her boss look even better by comparison, and with all the heads that were turning, they did cut one hell of a sight. Granted, most of that attention was on Caitlyn herself, but at the end of the day it didn't matter - no one could fail to notice that they walked in as a pair.

But damn, Vi thought, and not for the first time. She looks so fucking good, holy shit.

Caitlyn’s dress was a long, dark blue thing of silky, slinky material, all form-fitting in the right places and cinched in all the others. Long, deep slits ran along her thighs, moving up so high they almost flashed her hipline, and went low enough to seem nice and proper - but each step flashed skin and leg to a degree that was downright sinful. It hugged her chest just perfectly, offering the barest glimpse of a chest window to tantalize the senses, leading up to a high-necked collar that was perfect in all the right ways.

She looked absolutely tasty, and everyone was staring. More than enough that it was all too painfully clear that Caitlyn was the single hottest thing in the entire room; and for sure, there were plenty of beautiful women in gorgeous dresses around, but none that could handle a candle to her. At least, so Vi thought. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen someone make a dress look so good in her life, and her mouth was dry just to watch her hips sway.

Fuck me, she thought, head shaking. Who knew dresses were so hot…

Well, she did, but never like that.

“Just stay close,” Caitlyn told her sometime into it, her head effortlessly turning this way and that to offer smiles and looks at people she knew. “For now, at least. I’ll have to send you to the bar later, when I need to shmooze. ”

“Your wish is my command,” she told her, and felt all too happy when Cait’s arm tightened around hers and hooked it so perfectly. She knew that Caitlyn was still taller than her, especially with her heels; and she knew that people were likely sizing her up right then, wondering why they had entered together; but that was fine with Vi. She didn’t care so long as she had the beauty of the night at her side, and she hoped the same went in turn.

She tried to play it cool. She stood beside Caitlyn and let her lead them this way and that, moving to one person and another and another - people that Caitlyn knew and Vi had no idea about at all. Well-dressed men in suits, elegant women in dresses, people in tuxes, others in smart, sharp tops; all sorts of people. All Vi did was reach out, shake hands, offer a few good words, and let her boss do all the work and talk with them.

She had nothing to do, really. She chit-chatted idly with the people that wanted to talk with her; the occasional man who left the work to his partner, or the infrequent woman that felt like flirting a touch; but really, she did little. Caitlyn talked, bantered, and smoothly changed words with the other important people around the art gallery, schmoozing some, complimenting others, and working the shareholders over with her effortless aristocratic charm.

Vi was in awe of it, really. It looked grand, and she admired it all readily. Caitlyn looked amazing when she was in her element and devoid of stress, despite the earlier profession of her hatred for it; she made it seem natural. Her face was bright, her makeup astounding in the light, and Vi - well, all she wanted to do was grab her wrist, pull her waist in, and make out with her.

Unfortunately, so did half the people she talked with. They all looked at her with desire in their eyes or want on their lips, staring at her as if she was the tastiest thing they had ever seen; and even if that was just Vi’s imagination she didn’t like it one bit. For some reason, it made her gut coil and curl, something inside of her burning away with discomfort. Every look, every stare, even just the most lingering glance made her want to hiss and puff her chest out in a challenge. She, however, was not there to ward other people off, and was strictly there to serve as arm-candy. Nothing more, nothing less.

So, she happily went along with it. She did exactly what Caitlyn wanted as she wanted it, and she didn’t do anything to the contrary. She let Cait hang off her arm and guide her as she wanted, doing whatever she needed to do. Vi didn’t understand it, but she did not have to understand it, either. She just went with it and felt herself get a bit more sour with each interaction, each stare and look and suggestive glance her way.

“There,” Caitlyn said after a while. “My parents. I’ll introduce you, then things will likely be private for a time.”

“I - sure?” Vi didn’t really get it, but she nodded anyhow. “Whatever you say, Cupcake.”

“Just Caitlyn in front of them,” Caitlyn responded in a hushed tone. “No pet names, nothing.”

Vi grinned. “Don’t want me to make a scene?”

Cait half-smiled. “I’ll let you know if I do.”

She led them forward, but Vi didn’t get a good look at their intended destination until they were a few steps in. Separating themselves from a gaggle of individuals were a man and a woman; the former shorter than the latter, one with that familiar dark-blue hair and the other with a more warm, chestnut shade. Both were older, both were lined, but they seemed to look good for their ages.

When the woman turned her way, she instantly saw the family resemblance.

“Mother,” Caitlyn greeted once they were in range, “Father. A pleasure to see you here.”

“Caitlyn, dear,” her father said almost instantly, all warm and genuine. He reached forward for her, and Cait separated their grip to hug her father. It was quick, but earnest enough - at least, as far as things went. “How are you? You rarely leave the office to see us anymore.”

“Yes, well.” Caitlyn cleared her throat. “You know how business is. I get busy.”

“An office job will do that to you,” her mother said sharply. Her face was hawkish and long, much like Caitlyn’s herself. She looked like a less elegant version of her daughter, a slightly less refined version of her, though with far more aristocratic bearing to the lines of her body. “You should leave more often, explore other pursuits.”

“I’ll consider it,” Caitlyn replied, short and terse.

“Consider it intently?”

“Perhaps.”

Her mother smiled. She leaned in and offered a half-hug with one arm, and Caitlyn returned it earnestly enough. Vi didn’t understand it, but she did not have to if she wanted to support Cait. She just grinned, stepped forward halfway, and gestured with her hand in the most friendly way she could manage.

“Hey there, Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman,” she greeted, pleasantly pleased when the man took her hand and shook. “I’m Vi- olet. Violet. Your, ah, daughter’s told me a lot about you guys.”

A totally generic thing to say, but it did the trick - at least.

“Not nearly enough about you,” Mrs. Kiramman said, her voice tinged with amusement. Not quite angry, not quite scathing, just cool and interested. It was hard to say if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but thankfully that was for Caitlyn to handle and not herself.

“She’s my partner,” Caitlyn replied, her voice just as even and smooth. “We’ve been together for a time and I thought it prudent to invite her.”

“Did you, now.” Mrs. Kiramman’s head cocked. “I wasn’t aware you were with anyone, dear.”

“I wasn’t aware I had to make you privy to my dating habits,” Caitlyn said in turn, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “Does that cause any issues with your plans?”

The older woman shook her head. “I have no plans. I was simply hoping to find you a nice boy to settle down with… preferentially of your status…”

Caitlyn shrugged as if it was just another casualty of interest, while Vi tried not to bristle. “Unfortunate.”

“Quite.” Mrs. Kiramman smiled out of the corner of her mouth. Her husband stood just behind her, and though his expression didn’t change beyond a pleasant smile, Vi could see he was taking the backseat - and it did not take much more than that to figure that he, like Vi herself, was the arm-candy in the relationship. “Violet?”

Vi snapped to attention. “Yes? Yes, uh, Mrs. Kiramman. Ma’am.”

“What is it that you do?” She asked, her voice curt and clinical - but nothing that Vi had not heard before, really.

“I’m a corporate assistant…” She looked at Caitlyn. Caitlyn said nothing, instead leaving it to Vi and her mother to sort it out. Vi understood that rather well; whatever the situation was, it was purely something to satisfy the older woman “Well, to your daughter.”

“Hm.” The older brunette inclined her head. “Marginally scandalous.”

“Well.” Vi shrugged. “I’ve never really been the type to, ah, ride the straight and narrow.”

Mrs. Kiramman raised a brow. “I can see that, from the… appearance.”

“Yeah, I’m not your average girl.” She winked, even if it was not the most appropriate course of action. “Guess that’s part of the charm.”

The older woman looked at her daughter, then back again. “And here I thought you’d say it was your looks.”

“Oh, that too, definitely.” Vi grinned. “Thankfully, your daughter looks past that when she’s looking for a girlfriend.”

“I’d hope so.” Mrs. Kiramman cocked her chin up just a bit more. It would have all been very intimidating had Vi not gone through it for weeks with Caitlyn; right then, it was just the usual. “And your pursuit of a relationship has nothing to do with my daughter’s name?”

“I - no.” Vi shook her head, almost baffled by the choice of words. “Wealth, uh, doesn’t matter to me all that much. I only realized she was loaded when she bought me this tux.”

“Loaded?”

“Turn of phrase. Uh, rich.” Vi shrugged. “I’m not so good with speaking straight, I guess.”

Mrs. Kiramman hummed. “It is an exceedingly nice tuxedo.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Caitlyn has amazing taste.”

“I know. My daughter always has.”

Vi smiled fondly and looked over at Caitlyn. “Yeah.”

Caitlyn looked faintly bemused by it all.

Mrs. Kiramman worked her jaw. Then, she looked over at Caitlyn. “Your girlfriend seems to be a fairly good match. Why don’t you both come and have a drink with us? I’d like to learn more about you two.”

“I - she does? That’s - yes. Well.” Caitlyn inclined her head, then shot Vi a faintly baffled look. “Of course, mother. We could… Do that.”

Vi just shrugged back at her. She didn’t know what was going on, but so long as Caitlyn kept things rolling, she would go along with it, too.

“I don’t know why,” Caitlyn had half-whispered to her, “But they really like you. My father is salivating over you and my mother thinks you’re the best person I’ve dated in years and I’m terribly fucking confused right now so please -”

“-Isn’t that a good thing?” Vi had half-whispered back, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. “What’s the big deal?”

“We’re not together so I need to do some damage control before she invites you back home or something,” Caitlyn half-hissed, then pushed on her oh-so-gently. “Walk around, mingle, get a drink. I’ll talk to them for a bit, untangle, and mingle myself, deflect attention -”

Vi wasn’t sure why half of that bothered her, but she went along with it all the same. It was easier to ignore it than anything else, and she hit up the bar without much of a problem. They did not sell much at all in the way of hard liquor like she wanted or anything that would really get her drunk, and neither did she know why she wanted to drink anything hard - it just came to her whenever she was grumpy, and right then, she was grumpy.

It only took about ten minutes for her to realize why that was. She didn’t like that Caitlyn dismissed her from her side, and she didn’t like the way that the moment she untangled herself from her parents and walked out into the lonely, dangerous world of the shareholder party she was assaulted by people that wanted to talk - people that crowded her, hovered over her, took their changes with touches and glances and fingers and words and - and -

Vi was not pleased, and as she threw a flute of champagne back and gulped it down, it showed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you drink like that,” a voice said.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you,” Vi replied. “And a long time since I’ve told you to fuck off.”

Jayce laughed. Vi spared him a snaggle-toothed grin and a glance, but little more - she was razor-focused on Caitlyn. He came in alongside her, similarly dressed to the nines in a white tuxedo. She only barely gave him a passover, though, and did not quite care beyond that. She didn’t care that she had not seen him properly in months or that the last time they had met up was when they had gone out for drinks on behalf of his promotion… or something like that, she didn’t know.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” he told her at length, a drink of his own clutched in his hand. Whether or not he had ordered it, she did not know; she was not paying attention. “This isn’t your kind of place.”

“What’s it matter if it’s my kind of place?” She snorted derisively, then threw her head back to down the entire flute of champagne. She turned back to the bar, waved her hand, and idly ordered something else - not caring what it was so long as it had some level of alcohol in it. “The drinks are shit, though.”

“This isn’t a play to get hammered,” Jayce chuckled softly, his voice friendly and amicable. “And I don’t think your date would like that.”

Vi scowled into her latest cup. Her eyes tracked Caitlyn at all times, in all places, watching as the dress-wearing beauty talked with and was hit on by all manner of well-to-do people. She was not sure why her stomach kept roiling, but something about it left her thoroughly, wholly sour. She didn’t -

The words registered in her head all too late. “She’s not my date.”

“Isn’t she?” Jayce waved his hand. “People don’t often walk in with Caitlyn.” He cocked his head. “Or their boss.”

She shrugged. “It’s, uh. Well. She asked me to come, that’s all.”

Jayce made a noise. “She doesn’t do that often - for anyone. I remember when I offered to get her parents off her back, too. She wouldn’t have it for a second.”

Vi looked at the sharp lines of his face and the width of his shoulders, then shook her head and looked back again. “Yeah, well, I don’t blame her. You’re uh, kinda second-rate, dude.”

He laughed. “Whatever makes you feel more confident, Vi.”

Vi’s response was to drink from her cup. Right then, nothing really made her feel confident - and especially not with some dude in a black suit leaning over Caitlyn right then, casually flirting with her in a way she very much did not enjoy at all. It ticked her off in all the wrong ways, but it was impossible to place where the feelings came from. They weren’t justified.

Probably.

“Glad that you’re, uh, doing well,” Jayce said at length, his voice awkward and unsteady. “With your job, that is. Caitlyn has high standards, so I’m impressed that -”

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way.” Vi glared at him. “Setting me up for a job like that without saying shit.”

“What?” Jayce shook his head. “I didn’t set you up?”

“You had me apply for a job that I was super unqualified for, dude.”

“No, I said there was a job opening for an assistant - didn’t I?” He frowned, then shook his head again. “I did. I didn’t know what the job was. Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are.” After a moment, he knocked her shoulder. “When I heard, I was very impressed.”

“God, you still talk like a weirdo.”

He snorted. “Alright, thanks for the dismissal.”

“Just sayin’.”

Jayce looked at her. “What’s gotten you up in arms? You’re never this abrasive.”

Vi grumbled. “I dunno. Something about the way that dude is acting around Cait… it stinks.”

“...Nicknames already?”

The pink-haired woman sniffed in his direction. “Yeah. So what?”

Jayce pulled his glass to his lips in a steady sweep. “She doesn’t often do nicknames, is all. It’s curious.”

“Is it?”

Jayce shrugged. “You seem way too tense, Vi If the jealousy is eating away at you -”

She bristled. “H-Hey!”

“-Why not just go over and excuse her from the conversation? In places like this, you sometimes need an excuse.”

Vi worked her jaw a few times. “I can do that?”

“Why are you asking me?” Jayce chuckled. “I can over here to talk but, well, you don’t seem like you’re in the mood for anything but Caitlyn there. So?” He gestured with his glass. “Go get her.”

Vi’s lips curled. She leaned back, set her cup down on the bar, and winked at Jayce. “I’d say to wish me luck, but I don’t need it.”

He chuckled as Vi walked away, and he stared as she moved toward Caitlyn. It didn’t matter, of course, where his attention was or who it was on. Vi moved with purpose, approaching the woman that she felt so much for -and kept on feeling so much for with each passing moment. She looked absolutely ravishing in her dress, far and away beyond anything she would ever have imagined or felt, and the fact that everyone else treated it in much the same way infuriated her.

She was jealous. It was not hard to admit that, she supposed. She didn’t like that she felt jealous over her like that, but right then, as someone came on to her for yet another aggravating time, she knew she had to do something about it. She crossed the distance with sure and steady steps, and she raked her fingers through her hair to tidy herself up. She adjusted her tie, fixed her lapels, and boldly inserted herself into the little group.

“Hey, sorry,” Vi drawled, pushing her way inside like a bulldozer.

“Vi,” Caitlyn greeted, eyes faintly wide in surprise - and then dilated as she took in Vi’s facial expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Vi said with a grin. “Just hoping I could steal my lovely girlfriend away for a bit.”

The expressions of the others changed, flicking through various looks, but Vi did not care. She only had eyes for Caitlyn, and the woman knew it. She stared at her reactions, she took in her expression, and she licked her lips as she tried to gauge it and failed. She did not appear at all displeased, though, and just parted her lips and raised her hand, almost allowing herself to be tugged away.

“What’s this about?” Caitlyn asked, her voice almost breathless.

“You and me,” Vi almost purred, leaning in to better meet Caitlyn’s ear. She pulled her with her, hand tight around hers, the other moving to circle around her waist - and with a flex of her strength, she tugged her right in against her. “You know, you’re looking fucking incredible in this dress, Cait.”

“Thanks,” she laughed, face still bemused. “But where is this coming from?”

“Coming from you,” Vi told her, her voice almost dropping an octave. Truly, she didn’t know where it was coming from. But, with jealousy bubbling in her stomach, she couldn’t stop herself and make any rational choices. “You know, there’s a private washroom nearby, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn let out a shaky sigh. “So?”

“So?” Vi tugged her not-girlfriend through the party, hands on her hips, on her waist, exerting her strength to guide her as she wished. “So, you’re looking gorgeous and I’m not sure I can resist for much longer.”

Instead of being put off or displeased by her words, Caitlyn, instead, licked her lips and smiled ever-so-softly. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

Vi leaned into her. “Want me to show you?”

Caitlyn looked around, quick and furtive. “We might have some time before I’m noticed missing.”

“All I need, baby,” she purred, and Caitlyn almost seemed to shudder. “All I need.”

She slammed Caitlyn back against the shallow wall of the bathroom, already all over her. Their lips were connected in a hard, hot kiss, pressed so close it was just a squish of skin and a pleasant touch of friction. She made out with her with heavy, enthusiastic presses, each one laden with unspoken emotion and conveying raw enthusiasm. It was rough enough to almost bruise, but her boss accepted them with just a low groan and a throaty hiss.

She groaned into her mouth and shifted as she was pressed against the wall of the bathroom - neat, organized, and well maintained, something that was far nicer than any of the trashy bar bathrooms Vi normally banged girls in. She did not care about her surroundings, however, and only focused on the woman she had in her arms. She pressed her back and lovingly caressed the curves of her body through her slinky dress, cupping her waist and her hips and squeezing away at plush skin with near-wild abandon.

For her, there was no sense of pace to it. She squeezed and caressed and used her leg to part thighs, moving fast and quick to get what she wanted. Jealousy and desire burned away in her stomach, fueling her motions in a way she otherwise would never quite allow for. It was much harder and rougher than anything she had done with Cait before, even if she oftentimes took control of their sex; she never just pawed, or groped, or squeezed.

Growling against her mouth, she kissed her with bruising strength and power. She nibbled on her lower lip, tugging it up into her mouth, and suckling hard. Caitlyn moaned in turn, apparently totally okay with the force of it all, happily allowing Vi to take control - almost relishing the way she did so, in fact, but it was too hard to tell. And, when it came down to it, Vi wasn’t really thinking. She moved on pure instinct when she slammed her back against the wall and with desire as she tugged up Caitlyn’s leg into her arm, hoisting it up and parting the slits of her dress to reveal nothing but pure, creamy skin.

Caitlyn moaned against her again and bucked her hips as her leg was caressed her thighs separated by a firmly pressing knee; a strong, tough touch that left her wanting more, or so it seemed to Vi. She pressed her down firmly, moving against her with raw, thick hunger, and felt the blood rush down more and more. She felt stiffer than ever, and as she worked her tongue into Caitlyn’s mouth and began to shamelessly make out with her, she let that frustration well up inside of her even more thickly.

Lips parted quickly, and only saliva bridged the gap. Then, a grin, low and smooth. “What’s all this about, Vi? What happened?”

Vi just grinned and leaned into the crook of her neck, planting down wet, thick marks across the snowy-white curve. Hunger filled her chest and left her wanting more, and she did not stop for long enough to explain her actions. Her dick stretched out her slacks already, and with her entire body demanding more, she shamelessly went for it. Hands cupped and caressed, moving up to cup the weight of Cait’s chest through her dress, and squeezed.

“O-oh,” Caitlyn groaned, her shoulders rolling with satisfaction. “Vi…”

“I don’t like all those people leering at you,” Vi told her at length, lips close to her neck. She kissed at all the sensitive spots she’d learned along her body to keep Caitlyn nice and pressed while working her over with her hands, squeezing at the weight of her chest and pushing up with her palms to lift the gorgeously heavy mounds as far as she could. Her silky dress ripped around her hands as she tugged, and the sensation filled her with delightful satisfaction.

“Really?” Caitlyn let out a laugh. “ That caused this? ”

“Is it a problem?” Vi asked, her voice low and husky. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

“It’s not a problem,” Caitlyn sighed, her voice as shaky as ever. Her fingers ran down Vi’s white blazer to work at her belt, and she tugged with hard, strong movements. The clasp fell away, the metal clicked, and the belt began to slide through the loops with nary a whisper - and she found it devastatingly hot. “I’m just wondering what brought this out.”

“You,” Vi told her, and she did so honestly - even as her slacks fell away around her waist and allowed the weight of her dick to start springing free. “It’s always you. ”

Caitlyn husked out a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Vi said again, then pulled her into another powerful, breathless kiss. She swept her up, pulled her in close, and made out with her with sudden and shameless delight - her tongue rolling into her mouth, tasting everything in reach, and punctuated with a downward nibble of her teeth. She squeezed her chest once to draw out a moan before sliding down her waist to grab her ass, and as the slinky dress filled her palms she dug in hard.

Caitlyn moaned, and Vi smirked against her mouth. The kiss transitioned into another, then another, each one with just the slightest of pauses. Her jaw worked hard and fast with each slurping touch, and all at the same time, Cait’s hands tugged at the exposed length of her cock and pumped it hard in an impromptu handjob: not skilled, not powerful, but enough to make her shudder with anticipation. She felt harder than ever, filled with nothing but pure, undiluted desire, and she wanted more.

The kiss broke just long enough for her to grab her and spin her around, pushing her right against the nearby sink - almost throwing her over it with her strength. Caitlyn gasped pleasantly at the roughness and twisted her head around to get a good look at her, but Vi was scarcely stopping. With barely a second thought she flipped up her dress and hiked it over her waist, using the long slits to their fullest to show off the perfection of her skin.

In the next, fingers tugged at her lingerie and pulled it off to the side to expose her core - the exact thing she wanted. She moved with nothing but pure desire and arousal, her dick throbbing harder than it ever had, her lust hotter than usual. Everything was just too much for her right then, and she wanted nothing more than to act out on it and satisfy herself and - and - well, she wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she had to show Caitlyn whatever-it-was.

“Can I?” She husked, leaning over her and grabbing her hips so firmly that Caitlyn could barely move - and the shuddering woman expressed nothing but satisfaction. She tilted her head and looked at her with excitement, and that pleased Vi more than she could understand. “I’m going to be rough, Cupcake, but I won’t do any-”

“I appreciate the concern,” Caitlyn breathed, her eyes shining with desire, “but we’re pressed for time, Vi, so just take me.”

Vi really didn’t need any prompting. It was everything she wanted and more, and even if it was something born of jealousy and frustration and desire, she had to act out on it. She swept in, kissing Caitlyn over her shoulder, locking her head in place with a gasp of passion. At the same time, her free hand brought her cock up and sent it slapping against the entrance of her lover’s core, smacking puffy folds in her eagerness.

Vi growled into her lips as she brought her cock up twice more, smacking against her to smoosh puffy petals down. Her hand twitched and sent herself sliding across her entrance just a moment later, and the bulbous head ground across the length of her exposed pussy. She knew what she was doing even then, with jealousy burning in her body, and with skill she prepared to just take Caitlyn - almost as if she owned her.

Caitlyn reciprocated the kiss rather happily. She reciprocated all of it, in fact, showing no problem with any of it. It was almost hot, and there in the tight private washroom, she allowed herself to be pushed over the sink, nearly up against the pristine mirror, her body bent over in half; ready and willing to get fucked hard and fast. She offered her permission in every single way that mattered, and with all of that on offer, Vi had no reason to hold back.

She did not. She pressed forward, bouncing the head of her cock against the entrance of her snatch, ready and willing to get right into her. She did not hesitate and she did not waste time, and in a heartbeat, she was pushing forward and sliding across her flushed petals. The pleasure and the warmth hit her rather quickly, washing over the rubbery crown in less than a second, and it just made her want more. Groaning into the kiss, hands lovingly rising up to paw at smooth, creamy skin, she aligned herself for entry.

There was no waiting whatsoever. Vi found purchase, pressed forward, and went straight for it. She thrust, and with the sureness that could only come from years of experience, she slammed her way into the depths of her boss’s hot cunt in one smooth motion - all strength, all force, and the utmost power. With less than a growl she hammered into her tightness, grinding her cock through the length of her tunnel in less time than it took to breathe, and used the rubbery tip of her dick to guide the way.

Caitlyn, of course, squealed into her mouth in less than a second, her body shuddering as the weight of Vi’s long, thick dick hammered into her. No one could just take it without expressing themselves, and Cait was no different in that regard. It was a good sound, though, one of pleasure and delight, and the pinkette needed nothing more to encourage her to move forward harder and faster. She drove herself forward, burying herself into that gorgeous tightness, and adored every single inch of the way.

It felt as amazing as ever - as amazing as her bedroom, as the times in her apartment, as the corporate retreat, as that one time in the office. Nothing about Caitlyn and sex was new to her, in a manner of speaking; but she enjoyed it as if it was the first time, taking her pleasure with the same ecstatic glee. She remained perpetually content that she was able to fuck such a gorgeous woman at all, and she wanted to show it.

At first, though, she only made out with Caitlyn lovingly and ravenously, showing her heartfelt appreciation through the lock of hungry lips and slurping tongues. She made her pant and groan against her lips as she drilled her cock forward in a near-brutal arc of her hips, roughly shoving herself into her. The length of her tunnel swelled in accommodation for her shaft, then clamped down to hug it tightly; a lush expanse of pink that left Vi’s senses buzzing with pleasure.

She kissed her as she roughly hammered forward, burying almost all of her eight inches inside in that one strong push alone. She filled her up and pressed in deeply, stretching out walls with the brutality of her thrust; then, as she came to a standstill, her strong abs flexed beneath her shirt and sent her hips rolling. She pressed the length of her shaft across her hot pussy, working walls out with a wet squelch, and drew out a gratified moan from her lover - something that her hungrily kissing mouth drank up like a fine wine.

She kissed her almost painfully hard while rolling her hips, grinding the length of herself across her cunt; but it was just to make Caitlyn feel good, to make her moan and sigh. She didn’t need to make her any looser or to make room for herself, and the only purpose was for the stimulation alone. The way that Cait sighed and groaned into her mouth was all too worth it, and the pleasure of it made her heart soar. Maybe it was the jealousy speaking, but the idea of getting the bluenette to moan for her and not the idiots outside was all too pleasing.

Vi hungrily went at her mouth as her hips pulled back with shocking rapidity, extracting herself in a brutal tug of motion. Her cock swung out of her in a rush, sliding backward with power and force, leaving walls to clench around her retreating length. It was a delightful sensation for her, but as Caitlyn moaned into her mouth, that was the real prize. She wanted nothing more than that, and with desire, that was exactly what she went for.

The kiss broke fast and quick, drawing away from her lips with a bridge of saliva. She grunted firmly as her hips pulled herself back, drawing her cock nearly all the way out - but only just, with an inch left inside. Then, without preamble, she adjusted herself, waistline rolling, and thrust her cock right back inside all at once. She sent it crashing forward to powerfully impale her core, filling it with nothing but rock-hard girldick. Caitlyn’s resulting moan was loud and enthusiastic but quickly dimmed due to the public nature of their encounter.

“You feel so fucking good,” Vi husked, lips inches from her ear. Caitlyn’s head remained tilted to the side, staring over her shoulder, half-looking at her - the perfect spot for admiration. “So tight around my cock, Cupcake.”

“Fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn groaned, her eyes twitching pleasantly. She huffed under her breath, trying to keep her voice down as best as she could while her core was filled out with rock-hard cock. “Fuck…”

Vi shuddered with pleasure as the eye-watering tightness of her tunnel clenched down around her, squeezing just right. It felt like a perfect glove of silk, a smooth track to thrust through at her satisfaction, and she did exactly that. She hilted herself inside of her pussy with a strong forward push, jamming all eight inches inside - far enough for her pelvis to thump against the swell of her half-covered ass, just enough to make it bounce.

“You always feel so good around me,” She told her, the low drawl of her words washing through her lover’s ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, Cait.”

“H-hey,” Caitlyn gasped pleasantly, “Where’s this coming from, Vi?”

“It’s the truth,” she husked, and her waist moved with raw muscular force. She dragged herself back with a rolling sweep of motion that saw the vascular girth of her dick drag across plush inner walls, and with a squelching tug, she extracted herself almost all the way back. Caitlyn shuddered at the power of her movements, but when she thrust again, a pleased, happy gasp left her mouth and washed through the bathroom - for the few moments she had, at least, before she muffled herself.

“Fuck,” Caitlyn groaned, her voice tight and low so as not to be heard. “Fuck, Vi.”

“You always feel so perfect around me, baby,” Vi groaned into her ear, lips inches from the side of her head - almost nuzzling into her, but not quite. She hunched partway over her, allowing her hips to thrust and push hungrily into the sopping tunnel of her pussy. She hammered through the vice-like track and sent it stretching out with each motion, providing both of them with indulgent pleasure. “You’re always perfect. ”

Cait’s cheeks flushed pink while her neck went red. “V-Vi, seriously - “

“I am serious, baby girl,” Vi told her with a hint of a chuckle, all breathy and enthusiastic. “I’d never lie to you.”

Caitlyn gasped as Vi drilled into her with sudden, brusque force, her hips moving with forceful motion. She hammered into her with a quick movement, burying her cock inside in an eye-watering rush, and left her partner gasping for it. Her body shuddered and her spine practically curled from the sheer power behind the pinkette’s movements, but they only increased as the moments ticked on and she settled into her stride.

“You’re so fucking perfect and I swear you don’t even see it,” Vi told her, speaking purely from the heart - just laying it all out bare without a care in the world. She did not know why that was, but she just had to let it out. “You’re so gorgeous and smart and - and fuck, babe, it’s just amazing to see.”

“H-hey,” Caitlyn protested in a half-whimper, struggling to speak as she was so suddenly, forcefully fucked in the washroom. “T-that’s - Vi, I don’t - I don’t get it - oh -”

She whined as the cock crashed into her, coring her out with sharp, deep thrusts. She hammered into her, her dick swinging at the behest of her hips. Sharp, mechanical strokes sent her forward, burying herself into the soft flesh of her pussy again and again. Quick, sudden, and powerful, she let her frustrations out with sharp, quick motions. Gorgeous tightness wrapped all around her on each deep push, wrapping her up in luscious pink; a delightful sensation she was only all too happy to experience.

“Just let me take care of you, baby,” Vi purred, holding Caitlyn close and running hands all across her body. She didn’t quite wrap her up so much as cup and squeeze at the lush curves of her body through her dress, treating all of her with equal hunger. “Don’t worry about any of them. You’ve got me, and I’ll do you right.”

Caitlyn just gasped, face pink, as she was possessively fucked against the sink. She rocked forward as Vi crashed against her ass and produced muffled thwaps and thumps of contact, each one dimly ringing through the bathroom. Flesh clapped and squished down pleasantly as she buried herself inside, and it shifted back like a sponge as her hips retracted and tugged her vascular cock out of her sopping wet slit. It was a delight, but making Cait moan was the real treat.

Watching her face twist and contort in pleasure, seeing her twist and squirm with raw, heady delight, all of it was just perfect. Vi stared at her with desire, loving every reaction, look, and glance, adoring the twitch of her spine and the shifting of her hips. Caitlyn was enjoying the rough, possessive fucking, and that was all that mattered. Making her happy was all that mattered, and keeping her pleased was the only thing that she cared about. Even if it brought her incredible pleasure to be there right then, nothing was important to her save that - and she hungrily drew it out more and more.

“You’re so beautiful, Cupcake,” she almost growled, leaning in and speaking against the flat of her face. Her hands squeezed her waistline, nearly cupping the entire curve, before sweeping up to cup the heavy swells of her chest. She dug into the meaty mounds and pushed, drawing out a thick gasp from Caitlyn. “This dress, your body… I said it before, but fuck, you’ve really got it all.”

“Vi, w-why - where - oh, fuck, ” she whined, her breath gasping out and her face tightening up. “S-so deep, holy - holy shit -!”

“You’re doing so well, Cait,” Vi growled, her hips pushing hard and fast to give her the fucking that she wanted and needed. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

“ Damnit,” Caitlyn panted, her body shuddering as she was just taken so vigorously. “V-vi - ah - ”

She thrust down hard and fast, moving at an almost blistering pace. Her shaft sank down deeply, filling out walls at all the right angles to leave Caitlyn mewling, then drew back with the slickest of sounds to do it again - and again, and again, her dick rolling through her with the utmost ease. She sawed through her hot, sopping slit, plunging in up to the hilt with a dull clap, then ripping free with a series of wet pops that bordered on the obscene.

“Moan for me, Cait,” she husked, hands squeezing her chest right through her dress. “Moan for me just like that, baby girl.”

Sharp, deep thrusts kept the woman groaning, and the skilled motions combined with the near-brutal pace of it set her off in all the right ways. She trembled and quivered beneath her as she hammered away at her snatch, pushing and filling her up with the utmost ease before tugging back to make silken walls grip down oh-so-deliciously-tightly. It felt perfect in every which way, and she happily indulged while keeping the woman in front of her nice and happy.

“Vi, you’re - oh, you’re so strong -”

Vi caressed her body while pummeling her insides with the hardness of her dick, coring out walls and burying herself in her sodden sheath time and time again. She thrust into her, clapping against her ass, and shoved her body forward on each stroke; then tugged on her, bringing her back against her bigger, stronger body, and went at her all the more vigorously still. She crashed down again and again, fucking her possessively in the washroom, and held nothing back.

“Like that, Cupcake?” She asked, her voice breathy and thick. “Like being fucked like this?”

“Yes, fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn groaned, her own voice far shakier than normal. “You’re - God - you feel great. ”

Vi chuckled with breathless enthusiasm. “All I want to hear, baby.”

Hips swung hard and fast, burying herself inside with each deep stroke and lustful repetition. Her shaft throbbed more and more by the moment, thickening and swelling, but she ignored the strain and just went for broke. Each hammering stroke brought her closer and left Caitlyn mewling just that much more, and muffled though the sounds were to stop anyone from overhearing, they were loud enough to satiate Vi’s lustful desires.

“Fuck,” Vi hissed moments later. “You feel so perfect - so fucking good.” She gritted her teeth, palmed Caitlyn’s chest, and tugged her against her while thrusting down firmly. “Fuck, Cait. You’re amazing. ”

“W-why - where -” Caitlyn let out a groan. “D-don’t tell me those guys out there got you this jealous?”

Vi grunted against the back of her neck as she thrust down hard and fast, possessively railing Caitlyn against the sink. “No, that’s - actually, fuck it. Yeah, I am. I don’t like them leering at you, Cait. You’re too good for them.”

Caitlyn let out a stuttered groan. “They’re just - it’s- fuck - shmoozing, it’s not - ah! ” For a moment, her lips clamped down to stop noise from spilling. “F-fuck. You d-don’t have to take it so seriously, Vi.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, but her voice was darker, a thicker, possessive edge lingering in its depths.

“We’re just pretending,” Caitlyn almost huffed, her voice a laugh. “You don’t have to c-care so m-much -”

Vi yanked on her hard, dragging her back and impaling her with so much force Cait could only squeal. “I don’t want to just pretend, Cupcake.”

“F-fuck!” Caitlyn squeaked. “I - w-what? I - oh, holy shit - !”

Vi went at her hard. Harder than before, rougher than before, pulling on her waist and dragging her backward to really slam into her like a shameless slut. She pounded her, smashing into her ass and compressing it down into a soft, doughy heap that left the woman senseless. She impaled her with forceful strength, crashing into her with near-wild abandon, and yanked on her the entire time - well and truly just reaming her out.

“Fuck! Damnit! ” Caitlyn’s breath left her in a hushed wheeze. “H-holy fuck!”

For a few hard moments, all Vi did was fuck her roughly and powerfully, engaging in nothing but shameless, indulgent sex. She hammered away at her, pounding her ass like a nail to make it clap and almost smashing her forward across the sink. Her breasts rocked beneath her, her hair fluttered around her shoulders, and her face twisted in passion. Muffled, contained moans left her lips, threatening to spill out more and more until she clamped her jaw shut.

Vi said nothing as she all but power-fucked the woman with her long, thick cock. She just pounded her, hips moving in brusque, powerful arcs, her muscles flexing beneath the skin to keep it going. She rammed the daylights out of her, or so it felt, and it was all because of a few whispered words. That did not matter, though. Yanking on her hips, moving from the core, she impaled her over and over and over again.

Caitlyn’s head hung down as Vi went at her in a wild frenzy of motion, satisfying herself with the sharp, deep thrusts and hard, powerful blows. The sound of clapping flesh was now louder than their breaths, but that did not matter, either. It was just another thing to enjoy, and she went at it greedily. Even as her dick throbbed more and more she sheathed herself inside with nothing but pure pleasure, enjoying the amazing sensations of having a woman like Cait wrapped around her.

In some way, her forceful movements tried to convey what she felt. She did not know if that worked for her, but she tried just a bit more and more with each movement, each thrust, each deep, dizzying push of motion. She crashed forward, cramming her cock into her tightness, and filled her up with short pants of hunger. Hands pawed and squeezed, digging down and pulling desperately, satiating herself all too shamelessly.

It was not something that she could keep up. Her dick throbbed more and more by the moment, rising up and filling out with desperate passion, working in time to the pulling of her hands. Flesh clapped and thudded and breaths spilled out in barely contained rushes, putting them at a very real risk of being noticed - but that did not matter, either. Nothing mattered to Vi but Caitlyn, and for a few final moments of intensity, she fucked her against the sink and nearly up into the mirror ahead of them.

But she couldn't go forward, and when it came it did so in a powerful, dizzying rush. With a grunt, Vi pulled on her body and brought her back; up from the sink, from her bent-over position, and up against her chest, pinning her across the broadness of her frame and wrapping her up in her arms until she was almost standing. Her dick thrust up for the final time, and as hips mashed against the soft curve of her ass, her pipe throbbed with climactic finality.

Holding Caitlyn close, wrapping her up in her broad arms, she came. There was not a thought in it, and she just spasmed in release and pumped out her load right then and there directly inside of her. She sent out thick ropes of seed into her snatch, pumping it up with white-hot release that stained and coated everything it touched - so much, so fast, that it left the woman mewling. The heat rocked her, made her spine shudder, and her body curled into her.

It was terribly gratifying, and Vi loved it. She held Caitlyn in her arms and locked her tight, nuzzling into her neck, and said not a word. Her dick throbbed and pumped out rope after rope of hot, sticky seed into her body, pumping her velvet snatch full of her generous release. She painted it over in white and stuffed it near to the brim with her release, coating everything in reach and then some with nothing but sticky baby-batter.

The gooey laid of seed clogged her up, but it was far less compromising than being released elsewhere. She comfortably stuffed her to the brim, leaving her pussy a sweltering mess of seed and juice, and rolled her hips to better pump it out. She stirred the load up for a few moments of panting, where all she did was try to regain her breath and relax herself for a bit. She had not left them sweaty messes, but it came damned close.

“Hey,” Vi said at length, her hand tenderly rising to swipe hair out from in front of Cait’s face. “Was that okay?”

“That was okay,” Caitlyn affirmed with a panted breath of her own. “It was good.”

Vi felt relieved. She was not sure if she had gone too rough or not, and so knowing that she had not was a blessing. “That’s good.”

She reclined and rested her chin in the crook of Caitlyn’s shoulder, but her boss did not appear quite so tranquil. She fidgeted just a moment later, twisting just as much as she settled into Vi’s embrace, and made as if to stare at her. It wasn’t the lazy expression of someone that just got fucked, the worry of someone that did not want to be caught, nor particularly professional at all. It was something uncertain; wary.

“What was that all about?” She asked yet again, and that time, with a touch of concern.

Vi breathed out nervously. “You keep asking that.”

“I never got an answer,” Caitlyn pointed out, and Vi had to concede the point.

Vi considered it some more. She thought about what had been said, what she could say, and what she wanted to say. It was as scary a prospect as ever; as scary as it had been to confront Caitlyn in the first place back in her office, to say something worthwhile to her. She didn’t know why she found it so hard, but, as ever, it was all about mustering up her courage to say what was needed.

So, she did.

“You said we’re just pretending,” Vi told her, and she did so in a low, careful tone. “I don’t want to pretend, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Then, she turned her head more fully to meet her and look into her face. The pause was quiet, but pregnant with intent. “...I don’t, frankly, understand.”

“I don’t want to pretend I’m with you, Cait,” she told her, and do so with as much firmness as she could muster. Her nerves felt frayed, and her emotions were -

“You don’t want to pretend to be… with me?” Caitlyn frowned. “I apologize. I did not realize the experience was so sour for you -”

Vi’s nerves were no longer frayed as she rolled her eyes. “God, no, Cait. I mean I don’t want to pretend to date, or be together, or whatever. I want to - I want to actually be that with you, do those things with you. Not - not fake it.”

Caitlyn paused. Whatever had been going on in her mind was far and away different from whatever Vi said, and now she was coming to grips with that in real-time - right before her eyes. It was as amusing to see as it was concerning. Vi did not know how she had arrived at such a different conclusion, and that was an issue in its own right.

“I still don’t understand,” Caitlyn said, her voice almost tutting. “I - I’m older than you, Vi.”

Vi let out a baffled snort. “...What does that have to do with anything?”

“There’s an age-gap,” she explained, as if that answered everything. “You’re younger than me.”

“You’re, what, seven, eight years older? How is that a problem?” She paused. “Do you not like younger girls?”

“That’s not - no, why would you want to date an older woman?” Caitlyn shook her head.

“...Because I want to date you,” Vi said matter-of-factly. Caitlyn’s strange, bemused response lent her more confidence; it was not a cold turn-off, not a worrisome rejection, but genuine befuddlement as if Vi’s motives were inscrutable. “Is that a problem?”

Caitlyn didn’t immediately reject it. She just looked confused, and that broke Vi’s heart more than anything. “I thought you just wanted an office romance? Having sex with your boss, all that.”

“I don’t. I - it’s more than sex to me.” Vi leaned into her and cupped the fine edge of her jaw. She liked how it fit her palm very, very much. “I want a real romance, not just an ‘office romance’ or - or whatever that means. I don’t even know what that means, to be honest.”

“It means -” Caitlyn shook her head softly. “Regardless. I’m - well, I’m older than you, and I clearly do things differently than you. Relationships don’t work with me, you’ve seen that. Why try? You could keep it fun and just enjoy your time, it’s not -”

Vi let out a hint of a chuckle. “You’re trying to justify me wanting a fling, you do realize that, right? You haven’t said what you wanted at all. You’ve just told me to fuck around with you and leave.”

Caitlyn didn’t reply nearly fast enough to hide her emotions. “So I have.”

“Does it bother you?” Vi asked, fingers rolling along her jawline.

“No.”

“Are you… enjoying the stuff we do? Going out, seeing stuff.”

Caitlyn ran her tongue over her lips and glanced at Vi’s fingers. “Yes.”

“So? Does it seem like it wouldn’t work?”

Caitlyn sniffed. “In that light, one would say that… we’ve got a good relationship going.”

Vi smiled down at her. “I think so.”

“I suppose… I just imagined you would not want to be with an older woman, is all. Fun sex, that sort of thing.” Caitlyn traced her teeth with her tongue in a pensive gesture. “I… This still confuses me, Vi, to be clear. It’s very strange to me. But - but I’d be willing to give it a try. A real relationship, that is.”

Vi grinned. She couldn’t explain why it made her heart feel so light, but it did. It felt better than that, even, and she just didn’t know why. “Really?”

“Yes. It confuses me, to be clear, but… I’d like to try. With you.” Caitlyn averted her gaze and flushed pink. “If you’re willing.”

“Of course I am, Cupcake,” she told her earnestly. “Of course.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Vi cupped her chin. “So -”

Caitlyn smiled. “We should probably get out of this washroom before, well. Before anyone figures anything out.”

Vi shook her head. “Fuck ‘em, Cait.”

Caitlyn laughed. “I don’t think I can, Vi.”

“We’ve been here long enough,” Vi said. “And I don’t want to keep chasing the boys away, babe.”

Another bubbling laugh. “I don’t know, I can’t leave without saying anything…”

“Will anyone notice?”

“Objectively? Yes.” Caitlyn licked her lips. “But… I suppose we could sneak away.”

Vi grinned. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. And… my home is vaguely close by.”

Vi couldn’t be happier. “Lead the way, Cupcake.”

“You, uh, have to pull out first, though, since- “

“Oh, yeah, shit, hold up -”

“I want to try something,” Caitlyn told her, hands on her chest to push her away. Vi found that hard; it was all too easy to sink into a kiss with her, to lock lips down and roughly, passionately make out with her. She had so much desire in her chest that it was difficult to resist diving down and capturing her pretty pink lips with her mouth, but she swallowed that all back and let herself be guided away.

The bed barely shifted with her weight. It was massive, beyond massive, maybe, big enough for five or six people apiece. Caitlyn’s bedroom was as large as Vi’s entire apartment, and her house was so massive that it had made it totally, utterly clear just how rich the woman was - but none of that mattered. The tour had been a joke, and the two had been inseparable since leaving the party: just kissing mouths and groping hands, eager for more sexual stimulation.

Fully nude, clothing discarded on the floor, Vi had pushed her gorgeous lover down in a fit and made out with her. She expected to take her again, but there Cait was, pushing her away with her hands on her naked chest, squishing breasts purely to get her away. It confused the woman, but she didn’t protest; she just shuffled back and sat on her haunches, her muscles all flexing, her tattoos all rippling, and her tits bouncing awkwardly in turn.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She asked, staring down at her naked lover in concern. Though ready to consummate their new relationship status, Caitlyn’s face was red with something like shame - or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. She appeared uncertain, and that worried Vi. “Hey…”

“Nothing is wrong,” Caitlyn told her, then flushed a bit more. “I just, well. I wanted to try something, if that’s alright with you.”

Vi watched her carefully. “Like what? I’m, uh, a bit lost, here.”

“Ah - right.” Cait nodded once. “Well… It’s about control. Or, my lack thereof.”

Vi kept on staring, not getting it.

“I’m always in control, and you were… rough back at the party -”

“-Sorry if -”

“It’s fine, but that is the point. I enjoyed the feeling of that, and I’d like you to take control of things.”

“...Alright…”

“I mean.” Caitlyn fidgeted. “I’d like to be tied up a bit, Vi. I don’t want to have any control for this.”

Vi blinked twice. “...Tied up?”

“Yes. It’s, uhm. A bit of a kink of mine.” Caitlyn swallowed hard. “I want you to be in charge, and I want to let you do what you want… within reason. It’s, ah - BDSM. Are you comfortable with that?”

Vi licked her lips. There was not a hint of understanding in her head, and she felt nothing but strange trepidation at the request; she wasn’t sure where things stood, and she didn’t get what Caitlyn wanted. “I’m…. not sure, Cait. I know what that is, but I never really… uh, yeah.”

“Ah.” Caitlyn nodded her head and licked her lips. “Well - well, I’d just like to be tied up. My wrists, at least, to start it off easy. A blindfold too, I think. Just a little bit to start.”

Vi bit her lip. “I’m plenty used to holding girls down, so I’d totally do anything you want, Cait, but -”

“We don’t have to do anything more,” Caitlyn said, and she did so in an almost pleading voice. She wanted it, and Vi could never refuse under such conditions. “We can ease our way into it? I’ve never done anything myself, after all, I just… enjoy the idea of it.”

“O-Okay. So - so tying you up and putting on a blindfold.” Vi could not be sure she entirely understood what was wanted of her, but she was happy to let Caitlyn do what she wanted. She watched as the woman sat up with a bounce of her chest and a ruffling of perfect blue hair and reached across the bed, stretching toward the nightstand, and pulled at a drawer.

“Yes, exactly.” Caitlyn rummaged around inside and almost enthusiastically tugged free a bundle. With one hand she held up a very obvious blindfold, and with the other -

Vi blinked. “...Fuzzy cuffs?”

Caitlyn flushed pink. “They’re cute, sue me.”

Vi chuckled as she reached for the fuzzy pink cuffs. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.”

Caitlyn licked her lips. “It’s, uh. I was thinking - do you know the colour system?”

“Not at all.”

“It’s… a safeword system I suppose. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, but I’m okay, and Green for I’m okay, keep going. Very simple, I think. We just ask one another once and a while how we’re feeling.”

Vi bit her lip and tried to parse what she was being told. Ostensibly, it all made sense and was straightforward - nothing strange to it, nothing weird or crazy. It was simple enough to think about. It was, however, her first time doing anything like that, and she’d never even really been asked for safewords before. When people wanted her to take control, she just did it. She was aware, idly, that what Caitlyn asked for was different, and she was not sure how she could provide for something like that.

It left her uncertain. She did not enjoy being left uncertain.

“...Is that okay?” Caitlyn asked, her voice breathy.

The pink-haired woman sucked nn her lip. “I mean, yeah. You’re gonna have to, uh, walk me through it.”

Caitlyn smiled and flashed her lashes. “That’s the entire point, dear.”

Vi felt a flush run through her.

“Wrists above my head,” Caitlyn told her, “and around the railing, there.”

She gestured to a wood pole that served as part of the bed’s headboard. Vi quickly understood, and with a lick of her lips, she pulled on the fuzzy cuffs. She didn’t feel hesitant in that regard; she was happy that Caitlyn trusted her with something like that, but it was no different, to her, with pinning a girl down with her hands and fucking her. It was relatively simple to clip one end around her wrist, loop it around the ring, and then clip it around the other to lock her in place.

“Blindfold, please,” Caitlyn asked, and Vi tentatively agreed. That was a big stranger to her, but when she tried to consider it, it wasn’t that different from pinning a girl down face-first and hammering her in a prone-bone; she still had all the control and her partner had nothing. So, with unsteady movements, she tucked the black cloth around her head and blocked her eyes from view.

“Is that… okay?” Vi asked her, her voice unsure.

Caitlyn nodded. “Very okay, Vi.”

“Alright.” She swallowed thickly. “Well -”

“You can do whatever you’d like to me,” Caitlyn told her, smiling without looking - a strange thing for Vi. She was used to seeing people’s eyes, and it felt odd. “Don’t worry, ok? I’m okay with it.”

Vi swallowed and brushed at her pink hair. “Sure. So - so it’s okay to…”

She reached out to grope Caitlyn’s chest, bending the soft flesh around in her hands. She couldn’t see her eyes and thus her approval, but the woman purred and fidgeted happily at her firm, powerful touch. She didn’t seem displeased at all, and that was a good sign for someone as unsure and tentative as Vi.

“It’s fine,” Caitlyn told her - then smirked. “Green, yes?”

“...Green, yeah.” Vi licked her lips yet another time. She had Caitlyn at her mercy, and she could do what she wanted. She wasn’t sure about any of it, but when it came down to the wire, she knew what she wanted and she was familiar enough with her body to know how to please - and so, with the intentions heavy in her mind, she leaned down.

She slipped over her, almost mounting her missionary-style. She leaned in and pressed their mouths together just like before and swept her up into another powerful kiss that continued where they had left off before the disruption. Though unsure, she knew how to have sex and how to please, and she put that to task as she began to suck on Cait’s lower lip and make out with the gorgeous heat of her mouth.

Her hands squeezed at her chest, massaging the amazing mounds of skin around in her hands. She played with them using sure, steady presses, her fingers diving into the gorgeous breasts and squeezing sinfully soft skin around. Palms swept up to cup more of them, filling her palms tit titflesh, and her fingers clenched to shift it all out around her. She squished at the delicious softness as she made out with her mouth, kissing her with increasing power, and settling into it as smoothly as she could.

She hovered over Caitlyn as she passionately kissed her, showing the depth of her desire through the contact of their mouths. It was not necessarily smooth, but she put her all into it. She sucked on her lower lip to draw out a moan and pressed in with her tongue to thoroughly make out with her, trading and swapping spit without a care. Hands pushed and kneaded at her soft, fluffy chest, bending it around and groping at them with strength, making it all stretch in the most pleasant of ways.

Vi pressed in further, hips grinding down and spread legs - though she did not have to do much of that when Cait spread them willingly. Either way, her dick thumped across her pelvis as she settled down, and when her waist rolled and sent the underside of her shaft grinding across slick petals, the woman beneath her moaned gratefully. It was a pleasant sound, one rich with satisfaction, and that only made her want more.

Lips separated. Vi tried to look down into Caitly’s eyes, only again to be met with her blindfold; instead, she licked her lips and swallowed. “Is this still okay?”

Caitlyn chuckled just a touch. “Vi, hurry up and fuck me. ”

Vi laughed. “Is that a Green?”

“That’s a Green, darling.”

“Alright.” Vi nodded twice as she brought her hips around, grinding the length of her cock across her sodden core. She saw her face twitch at that subtle stimulation, and she found that pleasing. She could see the reactions flick across her face, watch her twist in desire - even with her hands bound and body pinned. It was hot, and she couldn’t resist it. “You got it, babe.”

Her spine arched and her cock slipped down, and with ease, she pressed the head against the length of her core. Hands left Cait’s tits to run across her waistline, cupping and caressing whatever was in reach. Her mouth dove down to plant kisses along the crook of her neck, moving with sudden and quick passion to leave wet marks across her snowy-white skin.

She pushed her dick forward to grind her dick against her core, pressing across sodden lips and finding entry. With her mouth suckling on the curve of her neck, planting wet hickeys where she moved, her waist shoved and sent her dick thrusting up into the warmth of Caitlyn’s core - just like that. Nothing to impede her, nothing to stop her, just a forward motion that saw the weight of her shaft punch into the glorious heat of silky walls and velvety tightness. It already felt amazing, familiar though she was with it; and with excitement burning inside of her, she pressed down hard.

Kissing her neck, making out with her skin, and listening to Caitlyn start to sigh and mewl, Vi eagerly went at her. It was still a strange thing for her, but she wanted nothing more than to provide everything her lover wanted. If that was to be tied up and to be dominated by her, that was what she would do; so long as she was safe and content, she was content in turn.

Vi thrust into her, pressing down and filling out the softness of her cunt with rock-hard meat. She was as stiff as ever, throbbing for the beautiful woman she had at her every whim – quite literally at her every whim, given the blindfold and the handcuffs. She was not sure what to think about it all, still; but she wanted to make her proud, wanted to make her happy, and wanted to give her exactly what she asked for. She did not want to be a partner that could not provide, so she did exactly that.

She grabbed Caitlyn's hips and thrust down, hammering the thickness of her dick inside in that firm push. It was not as rough as before, but it carried with it incredible power and force; enough to make skin clap and ache from the stinging power. Her large, bountiful breasts bounced on her chest in the most amazing way possible, a veritable cascade of jiggling flesh that was all too perfect to watch, and Vi loved it.

“Fuck, Cait,” she told her, her voice low and husky. “You're just so beautiful. You know that, right? That you're gorgeous?”

Caitlyn only squirmed as Vi's hips rolled and drew back powerfully, tugging her cock out at a powerfully rolling pace. Though not as strong as she had been in the washroom, it was far less rough, bruising sex and, instead, grinding finesse – a mixture of muscular power and sexual skill. Her dick dragged out of her clinging insides with a wet noise and a rubbing of pink flesh, a massage borne from her sheer girth. The size of her scraped and rubbed in all the ways needed to make Cait's toes curl, and that was exactly what happened.

She thrust into her with a sharp stoke, letting her abs expand as she hammered forward. There was an aching need in the thrust of her hips, a desire to get as deep as she could into her sopping pussy and feel the luxurious tightness squish all around her – but there was concern there, too, an imperative to make sure that Caitlyn was nice and comfortable. She did not know how it felt to have her hands bound above her head or her face blindfolded, ignorant to anything going on. She didn't want to extend her mark or do anything too bad, so she paced herself.

She rolled into her cunt, spearing through the lush tightness with a little groan. She thrust in hard and fast and made it in deep, penetrating her very sodden depths and crashing the head of her shaft inside. Walls fluttered and flexed around her while a grateful groan left Caitlyn's lips – a sign of pleasure, and one that Vi was all too happy to drink up. She drank in all of it, though: Caitlyn was agonizingly beautiful, a vision of heavenly perfection stretched out -in front of her, and she wanted to do nothing more than worship it.

“You're so beautiful,” she told her again, wanting to express herself as thoroughly as possible. “And you feel so good, babe.”

“Fuck,” Caitlyn breathed; a pure, clear note of satisfaction.

Vi pulled back, grinding the length of her cock against the walls of her velvety pussy. Her thick, vascular cock pressed and rubbed in all the right ways to make her tunnel flutter, and that squirming seal of flesh pleased her way too much. It felt great, but even then, all that mattered was making Caitlyn feel great – to leave her pleasured and buzzed and pleased and whatever else she wanted out of it. In her mind, she deserved nothing less.

“So tight,” she praised. “So...incredible.”

She thrust down, hammering her shaft inside with the same sharpness as ever. She pounded into her, filling out her soft snatch and warm insides with thick dickmeat, and made it all swell around her. Her hips smacked against Cait's pelvis with a dull ring, indicative of her shallow power – but even that was enough to send a shudder through her body and make her breasts bounce like the softest of pillows. They looked so amazing on her chest, just two perfect hills of perfect, creamy skin, and Vi almost felt her mouth water. Her tits, her inviting waist,, the softness of her stomach, the prettiness of her face – all of it was just so entrancing.

She thrust into her a bit harder, but not much more; just enough to get her dick working through her sopping tightness and stretch her out. She sent her tunnel swelling with the weight of her dick, penetrating her soft cunt and filling it up with dense cockmeat. She filled out her steaming depths and sent juices slurping around the length of her, and when she retracted and pulled back, the sound only became more intense; a thick slurping and churning of generous arousal that felt like honey around her shaft.

“Harder, please,” Caitlyn asked with a breathless quality. “Don't worry, I can take it.”

Vi hesitated. “I know you can, baby, but...”

“My being tied up doesn't change that,” Caitlyn reassured her, but it felt odd to Vi when she couldn't see her eyes.

“Okay,” she said, her voice breathy and scratchy. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”

She grabbed her hips hard and yanked her forward, which, because of the cuffs around Cait's wrists, made the bedframe shift with a squeak. The woman herself let out a huff as she was dragged forward and forced to stretch her arms far above her head, but she otherwise settled neatly forward. Vi crawled up onto her knees, rising up and not quite sliding over her, and the gripped her boss’s hips nice and tight; almost locking into place and holding her steady.

Then, she lifted her up, bringing her ass above the bed in a rush. Not far, but more than enough to make her gasp. Her face showed surprise, even with her eyes blindfolded; she couldn’t see anything that Vi did, and she knew that. She used it to her advantage to give the beauty the lack of control she seemed to crave, and her movements were met with nothing but purring approval.

Vi, quickly, pulled on her hips and shoved her onto her dick, all but hammering Cait’s snatch onto her shaft. She did not push and did not thrust but simply manhandled her against her body, bringing her forward with enough force to impale every last inch of her pussy and then some. Fuzzy cuffs tinkled and a pretty face twisted in unbidden pleasure under the force of her ministrations, but that was only the first to come.

“Colour?” Vi asked, wanting to make sure she did it right.

A smile. “Green.”

“Perfect, babe,” she drawled lustfully, and with that, she just went at her.

Hands pushed on her hips, dragging her off her shaft in tandem with a backward rolling of her hips. Using the strength of her arms she pushed her off her shaft, extracting her entire body, and at the same time used the power of her abs to pull her dick out of her cunt - a combined series of motions that left walls squirming and rippling and a breath coming out in a pleasant gasp. It was stronger than before, a manhandling of her body that left everything under Vi’s initiative, and she made good use of it.

She pulled on her waist and slammed her onto her shaft at the same time that her hips bucked forward, ramming her dick up into the descending tract of her cunt. She slammed into her with a sharp push of her hips and used her muscular strength to drag her all the way down, allowing bodies to meet with a tremendous, meaty thud. Caitlyn cried out immediately and her hands twisted around, but with the cuffs locked tight, there was little purchase to be found.

Right then, Vi could do anything she wanted with her. Everything was at her mercy, but the only thing in her head was to make Caitlyn feel good - and that was what she tried to do. She pulled her off her dick by manhandling her hips, using them as the broad handholds they so resembled, and easily shifted her weight well above the bedsheets. At the same time, her hips rolled backward, grinding the length of her cock against fluttering walls, working them all out around her in the most toe-curling of ways.

“Fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn groaned aloud. “Oh, fuck!”

Vi let out a breathy chuckle. “That’s it, Cait. Moan for me just like that.”

While holding her above the bed, Vi easily pushed her body forward - dragging her off the length of her cock by the waist alone, fingers digging tight into the skin of her hipline. Then, with an easy flex of her strength, she pulled her right back onto the impaling slab of her dick and hammered a good eight inches into her, filling her up with impossible power. At the same time she pushed herself forward, thrusting herself through the sopping tunnel and jamming it all out around her - and it only picked up from there.

If nothing else, Vi was good at stuff like that. The more she considered it, the less daunting the idea of tying Caitlyn up seemed to be; it was not that different from things she knew, and so long as she paid attention, she could reasonably assume it was safe for her. Consciously aware of the safe-words, the pink-haired woman powerfully dragged and push on her hips, working her body around her dick like a toy, whilst moving her hips with sharp contortions of her chiseled stomach.

Caitlyn moaned enthusiastically, but her breath shifted out from her lips in a stuttered wave as the angle of the fucking and the sudden intensity of it shook her lungs. She shuddered there, her arms twisting and her legs bending, as Vi held her above the bed and pulled her along like a toy; manhandling her backward and forward just as Caitlyn wanted, treating her with firm, careful roughness.

“You sound amazing,” Vi told her in a thick, husky voice. “You’re lovin’ it, huh, Cupcake?”

She pulled on Cait’s waist and rammed her cock forward with her hips, slamming her cunt full of rock-hard dick time and time again. She filled the squishiness of her snatch and stretched it all out before dragging back to do it again, and again, and again, working herself near to the limit on each powerful sweep. She smacked against her with force and passion, turning skin near to red with each tremendous impact, and left her partner moaning for it.

Caitlyn’s shoulders twisted and her arms fidgeted, struggling to work off the sensations that came with such powerful sex. Her hair flopped around her head and breasts bobbed across her chest, and from Vi’s angle they resembled big, proud mountains of quaking flesh - a beautiful sight, as far as she was concerned. All of Caitlyn was, though, and it was a treat to feast upon as she fucked her silly.

“Oh, crap, ” Caitlyn cursed, her voice as shaky as her body. “F-fucking hell, Vi, God, right there - ”

She did not seem senseless, but the way her breath trembled out showed her pleasure. As far as Vi was concerned, so long as her new girlfriend was moaning she wasn’t discomforted, and that meant she was doing good - so she kept at it, her hips working in frightening arcs of motion. With Caitlyn’s hips held aloft and moved at the dictation of her hands, she was able to fuck her to her heart’s content and produce some of the wettest, slickest noises possible.

Wet, thick slurps and sloppy, messy squelches, each one bordering on the obscene. It was an ocean of liquid warmth that bathed her shaft, and the more that Vi pounded into it the more that it churned like so much butter. A sticky cacophony that showed just how much Caitlyn was enjoying it and just how eager Vi was to slam her way through it over and over again. Her hips clapped against her pelvis again and again, turning skin red from the raw ferocity of it, a never-ending cycle of motion that kept the woman rocking across the bed.

“You are loving it,” Vi husked, her hips working her dick hard and fast. It wasn't quite easy, but her strong, muscled body was more than up to the task. “Didn’t know this was what you wanted, Cait.”

“I - fuck,” Caitlyn gasped. “Y-you’re so strong, Vi, holy - hell -”

Vi chuckled breathlessly. “Is it too much?”

“No!” Caitlyn groaned, her body twisting in her arms - a motion that sent her magnificent chest bouncing all around. “Keep going, don’t stop - Fuck, Green, fuck -”

“Anything you want, baby girl,” Vi groaned lustfully, her hips pushing hard and fast. “Everything you want.”

Crashing into her again and again, she produced thick, meaty thwaps of contact. Skin rocked, breasts bounced, and Caitlyn shook like a well-fucked mess - and it all happened without stopping. She just went at her, pounding her silken cunt like a glove, stretching and filling and then ripping herself free to the sound of wet slurps and squelches. The pleasant sensations rocked through her and left her hungry for more.

“Whenever you want it,” she said, eyes burning with passion. “Just tell me and I’ll do whatever you want, Caitlyn, because you deserve it.”

“Vi,” Caitlyn gasped, her voice shaky. Her face was tinged through with red, but it was hard to say what that was from - either the sex or her words. “Vi -”

“You deserve so much, Cait,” Vi told her, speaking straight from the heart - even as she absolutely fucked her silly in her hands. “Even if I can’t do it myself, I’ll damn well make you happy.”

Caitlyn groaned and squirmed more and more as Vi thundered forward and impaled her dripping pussy in broad, skin-clapping arcs of motion. She thrust away at her, smacking balls against the length of her slit and smacking across her thighs with her waist, and never once did she slow. She kept at it with near-bruising force, always conscious of any safe words but happily fulfilling Cait's need to lose control - and she damned well did.

“F-Fuck,” Caitlyn squealed, her face shifting and her spine arching near-violently. “R-right there, Vi, fuck, r-right there holy shit I fuck -”

It was all senseless babble, but Vi understood why that was. Her insides rippled and milked with sudden, dizzying passion, tugging hard at the beefy length of her cock, and it was unmistakable. Caitlyn’s body shook with an onrushing climax, and all Vi had to do was keep on thrusting and stoke it more, and more, and more, building it up and leaving the woman a bubbling furnace of pleasure. She wanted to, too. It felt right, and making her boss-turned-girlfriend happy was all she wanted.

“That’s it, baby,” Vi urged, her body working hard - her muscles all flexing, her abs stained with a layer of sweat, and her breasts bobbing in never-ending arcs. “Cum for me. Cum around my cock, babe, just don’t worry -”

Caitlyn did. It was sudden, but she felt it. Insides squeezed and clenched down around her, pulling her in nice and tight, and surrounding her in rippling warmth. The milking sensation hit her in all the right ways to make her pant, and she did exactly that as Cait climaxed around her shaft; not too loudly, not too messily, but an enthusiastic cry and a panting expression of strain-filled bliss.

Fuck, Vi thought, but she said nothing; she just kept working her dick forward in broad, powerful arcs, slamming her cunt full of rock-hard cock and ramming through the fluttering length of her milking pussy. Juices slurped around her as thick as honey, coating her with delicious heat - but left her feeling strained. All of it did, really. Hoisting up Cait’s hips while her pelvis bucked in pleasure and her toes curled in delight was difficult, and even her impressive strength had to falter at some point.

“Damn,” she hissed, face tight. “Ah, shit. J-just a bit more -”

She thrust forward, reaming out her spasming pussy just a bit more. Her movements began to falter, her pace becoming increasingly disorganized, and strain washed through her body from head to toe. Her face tightened up and her breath left her in grunts as she actively pushed through her, and with it, her dick throbbed with increasing finality. Soon, though, it was clear she could go no further, that she had little left to offer - it was all just too much.

“ Fuck,” she growled, then yanked Caitlyn forward for the final time. She hilted herself within her and held firmly enough on her hips to draw marks into the skin; and with that, she let herself go. No prompting, no warning, and with Caitlyn still rocking in the after-throes of her own tremendous climax, she began to paint her squirming cunt in white.

Caitlyn groaned even more as the sensation of heat and warmth filled her, and all Vi could think about was how pretty she was right then. It was pretty hard to think in general, though, and she just groaned powerfully as her cock spat out thick ropes of seed into her pussy. A hot, heavy barrage, each rope almost more dense than the last, was shot straight into her climaxing body - and Vi held her tightly the entire time, almost afraid to let go.

Her balls pulsated and her shaft throbbed as she dumped out her thick, prodigious load inside. She practically emptied herself out, dumping hot ropes of seed directly into her steaming depths. Gooey-hot release washed across her innermost barrier to paint it in white before welling up to stain walls with its richness, plastering everything it could touch in that pleasurable warmth. She just blew her load, pumping every last drop inside, and held firm the entire time.

“Fuck,” she groaned, then dropped Caitlyn’s hips. “Fuck -”

Her dick pumped out the rest of her load as she slumped on top of the gorgeous, panting woman, their sore skin grinding and rubbing. Sweat slicked both of their bodies, but it was far more pronounced on Vi’s muscled frame; running across the lines and contours of her abs, leaving her shiny and slick. Caitlyn couldn’t see it, but neither did it seem like she cared; she just groaned there, glowing with the after-effects of the sex, and did nothing more than that.

Vi wasn’t quite sure what to say, so she just acted on instinct. She huddled over her, caressed the flat of her jaw with her palm, and enjoyed the way that Caitlyn nuzzled into it. She removed the blindfold quickly, stripping it off and setting it aside, then brushed at blue hair which had become tangled in all the energetic sex. She caressed her face and looked down into pretty blue eyes that radiated nothing but affection, then smiled.

“You did great, Cupcake,” she told her, her voice soft and tender. Her free hand reached up to unclick the fuzzy cuffs from the railing, and slowly, carefully extracted them. “So great.”

“I should be saying that to you,” Caitlyn purred in turn, her voice just as satisfied. “Not too bad, was it?”

“Nah,” Vi replied, soft and breezy. Her hand stroked her face, and Caitlyn seemed perfectly receptive to it. “Not at all. With you, nothing is.”

“Nothing is bad?”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“I’d argue otherwise, given how things went.”

Vi smiled and kissed her forehead. “Not at all. You just need to relax more - but I’ll help you through that.”

Caitlyn smiled and reached up with her newly-released hands to stroke the shaven half of her head and the tightness of her shoulders. “I look forward to it, Vi. I really, really do.”

“I want nothing more,” she told her, and leaned in for a kiss. It was softer, sweeter, and with as much tender emotion as she could offer when she was so tired. She wanted to show Caitlyn just how worth it she was, and as she wrapped her up in her arms, she did exactly that.