Page 9 of Voyeur

“Fuck,” Silver said at the thought.

“What?” Honor asked.

“You,” Silver admitted. “I want to touch you.”

“Me?” Honor asked in surprise.

Silver gripped Honor’s hips a little harder and said, “Yes, you. I can picture myself taking you into my office, which is right over there.” She nodded to the right. “And locking the door behind us.”

“You don’t even know me,” Honor pointed out.

“I don’t need to know you. I want to fuck you,” Silver replied honestly. “I want you on my desk – jeans and panties around your ankle, legs spread, shirt over your head, bra out of the way – and I want to bury my fingers inside your pussy, fucking you until you come hard.”

“Oh, God,” Honor uttered.

Silver looked down and noticed Honor’s hands were in her pockets, like they had been last night. She smirked and felt Honor’s thighs clench; her ass pressed back against Silver and was clenching, too.

“Then, I want to kneel on the floor and take you with my mouth, sucking until you come even harder.”

The woman in front of them moved to her knees and began doing just what Silver had described wanting to do to Honor.

“After that, I’d flip you over and take you from behind, making sure my thumb grazed your clit and that I went nice and deep for you. Do you want me to go deep, baby?”

Honor didn’t say anything, but her thighs pressed together and then apart, doing that over and over again as Silver’s hand moved just under her shirt and lightly grazed her fingernails over Honor’s stomach.

“Fuck,” Silver whispered. “She has a tongue ring. When she makes her come like this, it’s extra hot.” She leaned into Honor’s ear again and added, “I have one, too. I don’t always wear it, but if you want me to for you, I can. When I suck on your clit, it’s going to feel–”

Honor pulled away completely before turning around. Silver thought she might kiss her or suggest they go to her office, but Honor didn’t say anything.

“When I get out of here, come to my place,” Silver stated. “My apartment, not my office. Unless you can’t wait. I’ll do whatever you want. I mean that. Literally anything.”

“No,” Honor replied. “I need…” But nothing else came out of her mouth as she proceeded to quickly move away.

Silver thought about following her but didn’t want to be that person, so she stood in place and watched Honor leave.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself.

When the show ended, Silver said her goodnights to most of the performers and watched the cleaning crew get to work before she disappeared into her office. Her body was still on fire, and she didn’t really understand why. Sure, Honor was hot, but Silver had slept with a lot of hot women in her life, and she’d never felt this way before.

“Hey,” Devin said, walking into her office.

“Hey. Can you take your clothes off?”

“Sorry, what?” Devin asked.

“Where’s Brandi?”

“She’s talking to one of the bartenders. I think they like each other a little.”

“So, you have a minute?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?”

“Will you get yourself off for me? You know what it does to me.”

“You’re hard up tonight? No one interesting worth taking home?”

“Devin, please,” Silver begged, knowing she sounded pathetic.

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