"If this brand will be successful and I am sure it will, we will venture across Europe. Our company's expansion will bring us through ---- "
Keanu's voice slowly faded into thin air as Lou walked out of the meeting room. She knew her presence was needed in there, but she also knew that she could just give him a reason. I needed to go check on something. Sometimes, being a woman, despite the many restrictions, still could make Lou thank all the gods: as a woman, she knew that she could give reasons without looking like she's bullshittimg someone even though she really was. In the women's world, a no was a full sentence and she knew that she could use that privilege. She fixed her suit as she calmly walked away from the room with a daunting smirk on her lips.
When her heels touched the marbled floor of the hotel's hall, she hastily trudged as she took the stairs - that sweet vanilla smell was lulling her in; she could smell her in the air and it made the sober her drunk. She was drunk in the thought of her naked, chasing an ephemeral pleasure that only them knew about. From the base of her neck, down to that sweet golden brown rings in her eyes, to the swell of her breasts and to the hollow of he collarbones, Lou knew Debbie had made a slave in her. She was excited to have the brunette again, to own her before Keanu does and during the meeting - was the only time they could do it. As much as they knew the price of their sin was high, they both couldn't stop. When the side of Debbie's bed sinks in the weight of him, Lou's heart drops and sinks and falls - to compensate, when his weight is off the bed, Lou falls and substitutes.
"Hey..." Debbie cracked a soft smile as she motioned for the blonde to get in, "I thought you wouldn't follow."
"I had to wait for a few minutes so he won't notice, you know." The blonde answered as she got in, closed the door behind her as she swept her way towards the brunette who was standing in the middle of the room, "I've missed you." Lou added as she caught Debbie's waist, "I've missed you so much." She whispered, her lips going to place a soft kiss on the side of Debbie's neck.
Debbie laughed. A sweet music of giggle escaped her well-trained and well-tinted lips. She then held Lou's face; her hands cupping the blonde's cheeks. Eyes all raw, giving a look that could peel a skin and could dig through flesh. It was a moment worthy to be written on journals - a second of silence, a time full of love and affection. The brunette gave Lou a saccharine smile; her eyes twinkling like the daisies on a summer field as she received Lou's smile too.
"And I've missed you too." Debbie answered as she gently shook her head, "No, let me rephrase that. I missed you more and more." The brunette spoke as she circled her arms on the blonde's neck, "I was so bored in there."
Lou laughed, "That brilliant brain of yours got bored listening to numbers and plans? I doubt so."
"Actually no." Debbie rolled her eyes as she let go of the blonde, stepping back as she walked towards the bed and sat on it, "I got bored seeing the ugly faces of those men in there."
"Your husband included?"
"Maybe."
The blonde shook her head as she watched the brunette took her blazer off. Debbie's bralette coming in full view as the brunette gave her a smile while placing her well-pressed blazer on the side of the bed. Debbie's skin was seducing Lou to come and lick every space of it and Debbie knew it. Still, with a smile, Lou walked towards the mini table on the side of the room and poured herself a glass of vodka.
"Why drink when you can fuck me instead?" Debbie asked casually, like asking if Lou wanted a bread for breakfast or not; a smirk on her lips displayed as she toyed with the strap of her bralette, "You know too well I taste more superior than that fucking vodka."
It was a challenge to be taken by Lou herself. As much as she wanted to take Debbie, own her skin and flesh, she knew the meeting was about to finish. In that time, as she watched the curling of Debbie's lips, and how the brunette's tongue licked her own red lip, Lou knew she was bound to kneel and worship her. Debbie was a mixed of all the gods and the devils one could ever know; she was a mixed of all the good and the bad, and she was a sin and Lou was nothing but a slave. All bound to do whatever she asked her to.
"You know the meeting is about to finish, babe." Lou replied.
Instead of an answer, Debbie walked towards the door and locked it. On her place, Lou watched as the brunette stood by the door and peeled her legs off of her pants. Lou watched as the brunette sexily took off of bralette, leaving her breasts free. The image of Debbie all naked was something Lou could not resist. She felt like she was a mere individual getting seduced by a magical lamp on an arabian night; the blonde felt so much like a hungry child begging to have a taste of her meal and Debbie herself was looking like all the things Lou had ever desired.
"Come on, baby." Debbie spoke sweetly as she suddenly stood in front of Lou, "I've missed you."
"Debs..." Lou groaned softly as she looked at the door.
"I've locked it."
"He's gonna come."
"No, babe. He is not." Debbie answered as she dipped her head on Lou's neck, "Come on, sexy. I missed you." She added, her lips grazing on the skin of Lou's neck.
"Debs, please..."
"Please what?" Debbie whispered playfully, fully aware that Lou would give up sooner than anticipated, "Please what love?"
"He's gonna come, Debs." Lou warned, already on the verge of giving in and when Debbie started kissing her neck, she was left with no choice.
"I've missed you." Debbie stopped on her track as she stared at Lou, "Please I need you, Louise."
Fuck all the what ifs, Lou put down the glass of vodka as she pulled Debbie through her waist, "What do you want?"
"I want to make love with you, Lou." Debbie whispered.
Lou didn't need to be told twice as she claimed Debbie's lips in a very passionate kiss. Kiss me. Kiss me until I forget that I'm the other woman. Lou wanted to utter, but never did. Instead, she changed their position and pushed Debbie up on the table before she kissed her again, this time, with so much heat and fervor. She badly wanted to feel Debbie, to own her in her own ways, but dominantly, Lou wanted to remind herself of why she was putting herself through all of this. The blonde slowly got the glass of vodka before she poured it all over Debbie's chest.
"You..." Debbie uttered in disbelief, but was stopped with Lou's finger on her lips.
"Sssh." The blonde gave her a smirk, before Lou started kissing and licking Debbie's neck down to her collarbones and chest, "Breathe love." Lou jested playfully as she played with the hem of Debbie's underwear.
And when Lou entered Debbie with three of her digits, the brunette silently moaned. Lou watched as Debbie threw her head back - her throat in full view as she savored how the blonde stretched her up. The stolen moment was making them both delirious. And Lou would swear right there that if Debbie was hell, she was ready to be burnt by her, through her, and with her.
"I love you, Debbie." Lou whispered as she continued pumping into her, her lips kissing the side of her neck, subtly nuzzling her up, "I love you very much, babe."
"I love you even more, bab--"
"Debbie?"
And their world broke apart when outside echoed Keanu's voice. The look of horror was printed on both of their faces. The doorknob rattled and just before Keanu could open the door, Lou sprinted to hide under the bed. She wanted to kick herself as to why she ran and hid there. Of all the fucking places.
"Love..." Lou could hear him by the door and she knew that he had a smile, probably a grin seeing the state of Debbie on the table. "I didn't know you were here. Did you touch yourself, thinking of me, waiting for me?"
The blonde wanted to spit on him, but at the same time, she couldn't help but to shake her head. He didn't know and now he was looking so stupid believing that Debbie was actually waiting for him. Lou couldn't picture what Debbie was at the moment, but she knew that her underwear was already on her knees.
"Touch yourself, love. Let me watch you."
And when Keanu spit those words along with the falling of his weight on the bed, Lou wanted to curse. He was going to watch Debbie touch herself and she didn't know what to feel, but one thing was sure: she was mad and disgusted by him. She could see Keanu's feet on the floor and if only she had a knife, she would be willing to cut his feet. If only.
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