Employee Intervention

Bridgette called Katrina Colt and Lulu Chu over to her house. Katrina and Lulu locked eyes right away, tension crackling between them. They sat down and Bridgette got straight to it: they weren’t getting along, their bickering hurt productivity, but both girls made her numbers look good, so she wanted to know what the hell their problem was. It didn’t take long for snipping to start, but right underneath every sharp word there was heat, little glances, quick lips-wetting that they thought they hid. Bridgette watched. She smelled it fast. The attraction. She cut in, cool and cocky: "You two are fighting because you want to fuck each other and you’re too chickenshit to admit it." Katrina and Lulu both froze, red-faced, stammering, but it was too late to take it back. Once the truth hung there, the fight turned filthy fast. Eyes wandered lower, breathing got heavier, and every shitty excuse got softer and more obvious until there was no hiding left. That’s when Bridgette laid it out: "Time to burn it off, girls. One hard fuck clears it every time." They blinked, stunned, but they didn’t argue. Clothes started coming off, fingers brushing skin, all slow and careful. Bridgette’s patience snapped in half a minute. "Fuck this timid bullshit." She stripped fast, took charge, and shoved them both exactly where they needed to go.