Sarah kept up her brave front as Jessica stepped toward her. It was just sex and she’d gone through far too much and had too much riding on this with her family to be fired.  Severance pay and vacuum sales were not her cup of tea.<br/><br/>Her chest heaved as Jessica’s nimble fingers worked on her clothing.  She looked at the other girl as she was stripped, her breasts rising and falling, taking in Jessica’s appearance.  She was quite stunning, had a body that any man would want to worship and somehow seeing that though the woman was still clothed for now, she found that she didn’t mind this as much as she’d first thought.  Had Jessica been a hag then it might have been different.  She was a beauty. That was apparent.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped to Mr. D’angelo as she was turned to face him and Jessica stepped behind her.  Her hair fell to her shoulders and she didn’t even flinch as the other woman’s fingers went to shake her hair out.  Her breath hitched sharply at the way Jessica’s fingers slid down her neck.  Passion met her eyes for a brief second and she wondered what he was going to have them do.<br/><br/>Whatever it was she would do it.  Hell, she might even enjoy it.  Buttons shot off of her blouse when it was ripped open and though she winced at the ruining of the garment she kept her eyes on Mr. D’angelo.<br/><br/>Her eyes dropped briefly to Jessica as the beauty dropped to her knees.  Salacious thoughts about her mouth filled her mind but her eyes returned to their tormentor.  Though, granted, tormentor was in the eye of the beholder.<br/><br/>She stood there, lifting her chin proudly and trying not to blush as her body was shown to him.  She stepped out of the skirt and gasped at Jessica’s roaming hands, her eyelids lowering at the pleasure of it.<br/><br/>Sarah smirked slightly at Mr. D’Angelo’s words. Jessica had enjoyed that but Sarah was competitive.  Jessica was about to get the tables turned on her.  She turned to Jessica and ran her hands over the soft breasts that were covered by an equally soft sweater.  “Paybacks, as they say, are a bitch, Jessica.”  She wanted to hear the pretty blonde whimper and moan as she was stripped.<br/><br/>Sarah trailed her fingertips across Jessica’s collar bone, her own eyes fastened on the blonde’s lips, her tongue darting out and moistening her own rosy ones.  Her hands slid down the soft fabric of the sweater and then up under, trailing over Jessica’s stomach.  Her hands continued their upward pilgrimage to cup Jessica’s beautiful breasts and she squeezed them gently before pushing her hands up the blonde’s body to slide the sweater up and off.<br/><br/>She was careful with Jessica’s hair though she wanted to pull it.  She wanted to see those lips fall open and the surprise in those eyes.  She refrained and concentrated on putting on a good show for Mr. D’angelo.<br/><br/>Wondering at the rolling of the skirt’s waistband she said nothing but unrolled it as her mouth attached to Jessica’s neck, tasting the soft skin there and then moving down to lick over her cleavage as her hands moved to undo the clasp of the garment.  She let it drop and ran her hands down to Jessica’s pert ass and dug her fingers in gently.  “Beautiful, exquisite,” she whispered, releasing the lovely globes and running her hands freely over the blonde’s body.  She took a page out of Jessica’s book and turned her toward Mr. D’Angelo, stepping behind her and sliding her hands up over the ample breasts that belonged to the blonde, her eyes once more going to her boss as she licked the column of the other woman’s neck.<br/><br/><br/>