Fill pt 1: Miranda/Traynor or Miranda/Kelly or Miranda/other?
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March 25 2014, 09:07:06 UTC
Warnings: Shameless use of applied phlebotinum. No other warnings, fairly standard femslash for first couple parts.
Miranda Lawson knew that staff often assumed that her large, expensive office desk was some sort of status symbol, designed to make visitors equal parts impressed and intimidated.
Those were useful side-effects, of course, but initially she had bought it because there was enough space for a secretary to kneel underneath without being visible from the other side. Human secretaries had never needed to use all the space, but Miranda was a woman of varied interests, and many alien species required a little more room to manoeuvre.
The human woman who was Miranda's current secretary knocked and entered, standing by the executive's desk at almost military attention as she waited for the woman to acknowledge her.
Making the colonist wait for a moment, Miranda finished her sentence before looking up. “Traynor.” She nodded permission to go ahead.
“Ms Lawson, I've completed the transcriptions for the biopsy of the faulty wetware, rescheduled your Friday appointment as requested to a comms engagement next Monday, booked the transport for your Saturday evening gala and decrypted the communications you requested.”
“And the Comms department's signal has remained steady? No clients are complaining of undue lag or misarranged messages?”
“It has been solid, and no complaints Ms Lawson.”
“Good.” Miranda leaned back and put down her pen. “Then eat my pussy Traynor, it's been a trying day.”
Samantha lost some of her rigid posture and smiled slightly, strolling around the desk and slipping under it with the ease of familiarity. The walls of Miranda's office were mostly soundproof glass, so she had learned to time her updates in the brief moments when nobody was likely to approach and see her ducking under.
Once Sam was in place, Miranda moved to the edge of her seat and rolled forward against the desk. To any observer it would look like she was still working.
The skirt she was wearing had slits up the side making this easier, but even so Samantha had to work her fingers under the tight cloth to get hold of, and tug down, silk panties.
Once this was done, however, the executive spread her legs wide, and Sam began her favourite part of the job. Ms Lawson didn't like her wasting time on “pointless romantic gestures”, so instead of tasting and feeling the gorgeous Australian's legs the way she might with a lover, Sam moved to kiss the wet sex in front of her face immediately.
Ms Lawson was not particularly vocal with her arousal, so Traynor was gratified to hear a quiet sigh of pleasure from her boss as Sam's tongue started flicking and swirling through her folds. She had never been able to work out just why she found Miranda so intoxicating. Something about the combination of grace, power and danger mixed with supposedly untouchable sexuality quickly had the graduate addicted.
Sam loved everything about the time she spent under Ms Lawson's desk - the feeling of the hot, delicate skin against her tongue, the taste of Miranda's arousal and the knowledge she had caused it, and the different sensations and reactions she could cause by experimenting.
Any time she spent going down on Miranda, for as long as it lasted, was her whole world.
But then she heard the office door open.
Miranda had told her when their arrangement had started that if anyone should come in, to simply stop and remain quiet. There were no business secrets that Traynor was unaware of since she was responsible for encrypting most of those secrets anyway.
“Lawson.” A male voice spoke up, slightly muffled by the thick desk.
“Aberswyth.” The executive's voice sounded bored and disdainful. “This better be good. No-one interrupts me without an appointment.”
Miranda Lawson knew that staff often assumed that her large, expensive office desk was some sort of status symbol, designed to make visitors equal parts impressed and intimidated.
Those were useful side-effects, of course, but initially she had bought it because there was enough space for a secretary to kneel underneath without being visible from the other side. Human secretaries had never needed to use all the space, but Miranda was a woman of varied interests, and many alien species required a little more room to manoeuvre.
The human woman who was Miranda's current secretary knocked and entered, standing by the executive's desk at almost military attention as she waited for the woman to acknowledge her.
Making the colonist wait for a moment, Miranda finished her sentence before looking up. “Traynor.” She nodded permission to go ahead.
“Ms Lawson, I've completed the transcriptions for the biopsy of the faulty wetware, rescheduled your Friday appointment as requested to a comms engagement next Monday, booked the transport for your Saturday evening gala and decrypted the communications you requested.”
“And the Comms department's signal has remained steady? No clients are complaining of undue lag or misarranged messages?”
“It has been solid, and no complaints Ms Lawson.”
“Good.” Miranda leaned back and put down her pen. “Then eat my pussy Traynor, it's been a trying day.”
Samantha lost some of her rigid posture and smiled slightly, strolling around the desk and slipping under it with the ease of familiarity. The walls of Miranda's office were mostly soundproof glass, so she had learned to time her updates in the brief moments when nobody was likely to approach and see her ducking under.
Once Sam was in place, Miranda moved to the edge of her seat and rolled forward against the desk. To any observer it would look like she was still working.
The skirt she was wearing had slits up the side making this easier, but even so Samantha had to work her fingers under the tight cloth to get hold of, and tug down, silk panties.
Once this was done, however, the executive spread her legs wide, and Sam began her favourite part of the job. Ms Lawson didn't like her wasting time on “pointless romantic gestures”, so instead of tasting and feeling the gorgeous Australian's legs the way she might with a lover, Sam moved to kiss the wet sex in front of her face immediately.
Ms Lawson was not particularly vocal with her arousal, so Traynor was gratified to hear a quiet sigh of pleasure from her boss as Sam's tongue started flicking and swirling through her folds. She had never been able to work out just why she found Miranda so intoxicating. Something about the combination of grace, power and danger mixed with supposedly untouchable sexuality quickly had the graduate addicted.
Sam loved everything about the time she spent under Ms Lawson's desk - the feeling of the hot, delicate skin against her tongue, the taste of Miranda's arousal and the knowledge she had caused it, and the different sensations and reactions she could cause by experimenting.
Any time she spent going down on Miranda, for as long as it lasted, was her whole world.
But then she heard the office door open.
Miranda had told her when their arrangement had started that if anyone should come in, to simply stop and remain quiet. There were no business secrets that Traynor was unaware of since she was responsible for encrypting most of those secrets anyway.
“Lawson.” A male voice spoke up, slightly muffled by the thick desk.
“Aberswyth.” The executive's voice sounded bored and disdainful. “This better be good. No-one interrupts me without an appointment.”
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