<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>When the Uber Black Lexus pulled up to the curb, Anissa laced her fingers through Becky’s and led the brunette out of the restaurant doors. The crisp October air tugged at her loose blonde tresses, tossing them around her head and her sunglasses, but Nissa paid it barely any mind. Her head was hours into the future, concentrating on getting her and her girlfriend into the car so they could get back into the office and prepare for a meeting that could potentially change their lives.<br/><br/>The two had worked side by side for what seemed like forever, building a company and their brand, Naughty Otter Media, from the ground up. After meeting in college, sharing an affinity for video games and the business, but finding the other brands lacking, the girls struck out on their own the minute their graduation caps came down from the air. They’d already dated for a year – why not start a business together?<br/><br/>Settling in Chicago was another choice they’d made together. The city offered the atmosphere they were looking for, the infrastructure and inclusivity they craved, and the travel options that were necessary. With Anissa’s smart business sense, and Becky’s brilliance behind the keyboard and coding, they were bound to make it. Naughty Otter grew with the times. They focused on LGBTQ and feminist issues, had an emphasis on consent and equal representation, even taking a few educational roles in the gaming community. They won awards for independent games, from the LBGTQ community and organizations, and garnered the girls praise that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the big gaming companies for long.<br/><br/>They made the curb just in time for the Lexus to come to a full stop and Nissa opened the door for Becky, ushering her beautiful girlfriend into the car with a sweet little smack on her bottom. The small squeak could be heard as the blonde shut the door and moved confidently around the vehicle to the other side, where the driver had finally gotten out to open it. She gave him a smile and a ‘thank you’ before tucking her black Prada purse against her waist and slipping into the leather seat, letting the driver shut the door behind her.<br/><br/>Automatically, Nissa reached over for Becky’s hand. The two held hands whenever they could – especially on big days. The touch was comforting for both. Even Nissa, who didn’t always show it the best that she needed the woman in her life. Tipping her sunglasses up to the top of her head, she settled into the seat, and turned her chocolate-colored eyes to her companion. “Thank you for lunch, baby. That was a really good idea to get out of the office before our meeting this afternoon.”<br/><br/>Becky looked over at the blonde with a soft smile, only pulling her hand away in order to clean her glasses on her vintage She-Ra shirt before sliding them back up her nose. "Thanks for listening to me worry all through lunch. I didn't want to have a panic attack and pass out under my desk." she added with a sheepish smile.<br/><br/>“Which is exactly why we went where we did,” Nissa replied. “Harvey’s is private and their salads are delicious…” She rubbed her stomach when she spoke, turning her head to grin at Becky as the driver pulled into traffic. “But you’re going to be fine. You know your product, you know the company.” Her smile widened then. “Aaannnnddd, you’re finally going to get to meet big daddy Mateo…. How doesn’t that feel??”<br/><br/>Rebecca blanched, her pale gray green eyes flashing nervously to see if the driver was watching them in the rearview mirror. He wasn't. "Nissa!" She hissed, sounding mildly scandalized. "Not in front of the driver." It was clear from the soft red blossoming on her cheeks and throat exactly how the brunette felt about their current and future plans.<br/><br/>Oh, taunting the sweet, curvy woman that rode beside her was one of Nissa’s favorite past-times. Mostly because the explosions of pleasure that it caused when they could be alone were of epic proportions. She chuckled softly and leaned over, her lips grazing Becky’s ear softly. “You’d rather I tease you about wanting to be on your knees for a tall, dark, salt-and-pepper handsome man, in private then, hmm?” She whispered. “Where no one can see your beautiful eyes get dark with need? Or hear those sweet little gasps I know come from your lips??”<br/><br/>The response was immediate. Instantly everything felt like it was tightening up for Becky. Her body went rigid with embarrassment at the same time the unmistakable clamping of arousal made her sex tighten with the taunting idea. Her girlfriend knew her far too well and was rather ruthless in her chosen times to remind her of this. "Nis.. I'm serious! This is not fair. I should have never told you that... that... " she lowered her voice to a whisper "…I think he's hot." The heated breath danced it's way across her neck with a familiarity that never failed to send a wave of goosebumps over her soft milky skin. She turned towards her partner and hid her face in her smooth golden tresses and whimpered. "You... you know what it does to me." Still, admitting it gave her a little lewd thrill.<br/><br/>The car slowed as they pulled up to Naughty Otter’s headquarters. Nissa tilted her chin up with a grin so she could kiss Becky’s forehead. “I absolutely know what it does. And I love it. And if you want, we’ll continue the conversation upstairs.” She promised, just as the oblivious driver got out and opened Becky’s door.<br/>