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“You still haven’t paid me yet!” Esther exclaimed, standing in the doorway of Olivia’s office, exasperated by both her work load and the lack of monetary compensation.
Olivia leaned over her wooden desk and pulled open the bottom drawer, lifting a bottle of whisky in Esther’s direction.
“C’mon doll,” she said pouring herself a glass. “I’ll pay you in brown.”
“It’s not funny! Dunham, you owe me and I’m not leaving here until you pay me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll quit.”
“Look, I don’t have any money, but I don’t want you to quit.”
“So what exactly are you proposing --”
Olivia didn’t let her finish her sentence: her lips came crashing down on Esther’s. To her surprise, Esther didn’t resist. She deepened their kiss; Olivia gasped slightly when Esther’s hands found their way to the top of Olivia’s hip and moved down. Esther gripped Olivia tightly, sinking deep on to her lips.
Olivia hoisted Esther on to the desk, pushing her skirt up over her knees and spreading her legs with a carefully placed hand. Esther broke their kiss with a moan and put her hand on the top of Olivia’s head as she got down on her knees between Esther’s legs.
“You better now, doll face?” she asked, licking her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
“Yeah,” Esther said as she finished rearranging herself. “Mh! Yes, I suppose I am.”
“You still gonna quit?”
“What? Who said anything about quitting? I’ll be here first thing Monday morning!”