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It had been simmering for weeks. The lustful staring across crowded staff meetings, the subtle lip bite every time Brenda entered a room. The way Joan’s eyes seemed to follow her and devour her very being with a simple raise of a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. While Brenda was confident in her ability to detect when another woman was in to her, this wasn’t just any woman. This was Joan fucking Ferguson, the governor of Wentworth prison and Brenda’s superior; not that it stopped Brenda in the past. Brenda had just clocked out for the night, she was finished early today as she only had a half shift, just as well as the prisoners were being extra cunty today. She had just pulled up to her flat when her phone sounded.
- 7:30, dinner at my house.
So, Joan had finally made a move, bold of her to assume Brenda didn’t have any other plans but she decided to play along.
-Anything I can bring? She responded, after all she has always been a gracious guest.
-Just yourself :)
She smiled as she put her phone away, lit a smoke and walked to her room to figure out what to wear to dinner with your boss. The fact that this boss was unbelieveably hot, and keenly aware of it was a bonus. She got in the shower as she contemplated all the ways this could go down tonight. She had been reading Joan’s signals for weeks and firing back as much as she was getting. She towel dried her dark brown curls as she stood in front of the closet naked. This wasn’t some ordinary get together, she had to dress to impress. This woman was all class and absolutely noticed every little detail about a person and how they are put together. She settled on black slacks and a crimson silk blouse with a v neck to accentuate her most delicious asset, and to ensure that Joan wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off them. She applied light makeup, with a cherry tinted lip color and some light perfume and headed out.
She pulled up to Joan’s at 7:27, if there was one thing she knew for sure was that being late for Joan Ferguson was an absolute deal breaker. She knocked on the cherry red door, and as she heard heels getting closer she had a rush of nerves hit her like a frigid wind and knock the breath out of her. Joan opened the door and looked down at her guest as her eyes fell to Brenda’s ample cleavage her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.
“Hello Brenda, you look lovely. I’m glad you could make it. “ Joan purred as she held the door open for her guest to step through.
“Thanks for the invite Governor”
Joan chuckled, “I think we can drop the title for tonight, as this is most certainly not a work related engagement”
Brenda cocked her head to the side and said, “Oh? What kind of engagement is this exactly?”
Joan smirked as she slowly raked her eyes up and down Brenda’s frame, “ can’t colleagues have a meal together?” She said as she sauntered towards the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable in the living room, can I offer you a drink? I have wine and vodka”
Brenda walked into the living room and glanced over her shoulder, “vodka is great , thank you”. She looked at the book case as she eyed up the books, not at all surprised by the vast amount of Russian literature as well as the classics. “Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes” Joan said as she handed Brenda her tumbler of vodka. “Smells amazing in here, didn’t realize you were so skilled in the kitchen” Joan tilted her head to the side as she regarded her dinner companion, “I’m sure I have a few other skills you don’t realize as well” . Brenda raised an eyebrow as she smirked, “Can’t wait to see ‘em”. Joan regarded the woman in front of her, while seemingly undressing her with her laser precision stare. She admired every curve of the delightful Greek, every inch of her abundant breasts, hips and ass. Brenda watched as Joan fucked every part of her with her eyes, these two wanted each other and had been playing with innuendos and flirtatious body language for weeks now, and it would seem it’s time for Brenda to reap what she has sown. Joan was the first to break eye contact, as she timer in the kitchen went off, “Ah, dinner is ready, the dining room is through here” she indicated with a slight jerk of her chin. Ever the obedient officer, Brenda followed, “Is there anything I can help you with?” She offered as she set her drink down on the table. “Could you grab the carafe of water from the fridge please?” She said as she removed the casserole dish from the oven and set it on the counter. Brenda set the water down on the table and turned back to see Joan grabbing a salad from the fridge, she set it on the counter to add some dressing and lemon. Suddenly Joan felt finger tips lightly trailing up her forearm and turned her head slightly to the side to Brenda’s lips just inches from hers. “Are you seriously going to make me wait until after dinner before getting my mouth on you?”Brenda purred. Joan slowly put the dressing and salad tongs down and turned in the woman’s arms while raising an eyebrow. “That’s very bold of you Miss Murphy, what makes you think I want your mouth on me, hmm?” Brenda smiled, and Joan thought she might lose herself, god this woman was delightful. It was hard to find someone to match wit and humour with and she thought Brenda may very well be her equal in this department. “Oh, I’m assuming you do, Joan, since every time you’re near me your hips have some extra sway, and your eyes glint a shade of black as the follow me. Are you telling me you don’t want it? I can shut up right now if you like and we can be “Colleagues having a meal” “ she knew she was forcing Joan’s hand, but she also knew Joan needed and wanted someone like this, she needed the verbal dueling back and forth, someone to keep her on her toes. This could all backfire horribly if Joan didn’t make a move, Brenda could have read the signals wrong but she was fairly certain she didn’t. Just as she was about to back off, Joan grabbed her chin and brought her lips to slowly brush against the other woman’s, letting a sigh out against her eager mouth. Brenda shuddered as her eyes flickered shut, when they reopened they looked directly into the piercing brown gaze of the woman who at any moment could make her believe every signal she thought she saw wasn’t there. Joan licked Brenda’s mouth slowly, illiciting a whimper from the buxom brunette and then pressed her lips hard against Brenda’s as she grabbed the back of her neck to ground her to this beautiful creature. “Is that what you wanted Brenda” “Isn’t it what we both wanted, Joan?” Joan ran her nail gently down the front of Brenda’s blouse, pausing to make sure she grazed a now hardening nipple, causing Brenda to inhale sharply. “Hmm, yes it is, and much more; but dinner first then dessert.” She said with a wink and she turned back to the salad.