Have some fun.

The words flooded Kat’s mind as Janelle drew closer. Have some fun. Here she was, worked up, turned on, and alone in her office with her super sexy friend. Kat’s heart tried to beat its way out of her chest as the two held hands and smiled into each other’s eyes. Five minutes prior, she was certain she was straight. Now, as she slowly closed the distance between her and her colleague, it was difficult to imagine there was ever a time when she wouldn’t have wanted this beautiful, sexy woman before her.

Without another word, their lips met. At first, Kat’s lips barely brushed Janelle’s. Then Janelle pressed a little harder, and Kat replied in kind. Before long, the coworkers found themselves in a hot, sensual kiss. Kat closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly. Her lungs filled with the scent of Janelle’s perfume, igniting a powerful lust for the woman as their first kiss turned into a second and a third, each one more passionate than the last.

Kat’s hands worked their way to Janelle’s back, where they roamed down to grab the woman’s ass. Janelle let out an approving moan as her own hands toyed with Kat’s blonde hair.

Soon, Kat’s lips parted as she moaned into Janelle’s mouth. Janelle’s tongue moved in, meeting Kat’s almost tentatively as the women continued kissing. Kat pressed her tongue against her friend's, and the two women's tongues began to dance as they groaned and moaned softly.

As their passion continued to guide them, Kat felt Janelle's lips slip off hers, kissing along her cheek, trailing kisses down to her neck, and moving lower and lower. She offered no resistance when she felt Janelle’s hands slipping her blazer off her shoulders and down to the floor, and she moaned in pleasure as the woman’s kisses moved down, traveling deeper and deeper into her cleavage.

The kisses continued, and Kat groaned to the sensation of Janelle’s hands passing over her tits, squeezing them slightly as her fingers made their way to her blouse’s buttons. One by one, the buttons came free. Next, Janelle untucked Kat’s blouse before casting it off to join the blazer on the floor. As the top fell away, Janelle kissed the tops of Kat’s breasts while her fingers went to work, expertly unclasping Kat’s bra, which quickly joined Kat’s blouse and blazer.

“Oh, fuck,” Kat groaned softly as she felt Janelle’s lips begin kissing her right nipple. “More.”

Her friend obliged, kissing and suckling as her left hand made its way to her other tit, squeezing it and rolling the woman’s nipple. Another moan escaped Kat’s lips as her fingers played with Janelle’s thick red hair.

Janelle’s free hand had just slipped under Kat’s skirt when the women were startled by a knocking at Kat’s office door. Janelle jumped up and straightened her outfit as Kat scrambled to get dressed as quickly as she could. Another round of knocking followed, along with a muffled voice asking for her.

“Just a sec!” Kat hollered, tucking her skirt back in and slipping on her jacket. Once she was finally presentable, Kat flung open the door, where she found her boss Bill smiling.

“There you are, Katherine,” he smiled.

"Yes, sir,” she smiled back, trying to calm her breathing. “Sorry for that delay there. I’d just been having a meeting with Janelle, and I wanted to finish the thought I was on.”

“Perfectly understandable,” Bill said, nodding to Janelle. “Anyway, I finished my first meeting and was walking by on my way to see Mitch when I realized that we never set a specific time for our meeting after lunch. Are you free right at one o’clock? I have that open on my calendar, and I'd like to meet up sooner rather than later."

“Oh, absolutely,” Kat replied. “I’ll make it happen.”

“Very good,” came Bill’s reply. “In that case, I’ll let you two get back to what you were doing, and I’m going to go sit down with Mitch to go over some big ideas. See you soon.”

With that, Bill continued down the hall, leaving Kat and Janelle looking at each other. Before Kat could say anything, Janelle stepped over and pushed the door shut. Looking into Kat’s eyes, she smiled playfully.

“Well, you heard him,” she grinned, wrapping her arms around her friend. “We can get back to what we were doing.”

Kat couldn't contain her grin as she drove back to the office at the end of her lunch break. Her entire morning had been so thoroughly perfect. She thought back to Malik and the kiss they shared as she started her day. It wasn’t as steamy as the raucous sex from her dream, but it was more than enough to get her going.

Then, as if her moment with Malik wasn’t enough, Janelle showed up and flipped her world upside down. Until her watch suggested that she have some fun with her friend, Kat never seriously thought of another woman sexually. Now, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t done it sooner. She knew this would be the beginning of a whole new world of experiences for her, all thanks to her smartwatch.

After she and Janelle somehow managed to part ways, the rest of her morning was super productive. A few prompts from her watch helped her delegate tasks and have some fun, and in no time at all she quickly accomplished her goals for the entire day. Now, as she pulled up to the office building after a wonderful lunch meeting with one of her clients, she was more than looking forward to her one o’clock meeting with Bill.

A few moments later, Kat found herself sitting in the familiar office of her supervisor. A filtered beam of afternoon sunlight cast a faint glow on the desk. The walls, once decorated with awards and clients’ ads, stood nearly barren. A corner held neatly stacked piles of tote boxes, each brimming with memories. Across from her, Bill sat back in his chair, fingers tapping idly on his ceramic coffee mug. He looked more relaxed than she had ever seen him, as if some invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Thanks for sitting down with me today, Katherine," Bill began. "As you know, I spoke to Mitch this morning, and I thought it would be fitting if you heard this from me first."

Kat straightened, wondering where the conversation was going. "Heard what?"

Bill’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "The change in plans for my retirement and the news about my successor."

“What do you mean, sir?” Kat asked, scrunching her brow.

"You know that in three weeks' time, I’ll officially be out of here," Bill continued. "Well, that’s what the paperwork says, anyway. But here’s the thing: I’ve still got some built-up vacation time burning a hole in my pocket." He let that hang in the air for a second before leaning forward, elbows on his desk. "I talked to Mitch, and... Friday will be my last day."

Kat’s eyes widened. “This Friday?”

“Yeah, this Friday. I know it’s sudden.”

She nodded, her mind now whirling at the pace of her pulse. “Wow. That’s, um, sooner than I expected.”

Bill chuckled. "Sooner than I expected, too. But I’ve got something lined up for you."

Kat raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“I asked Mitch to give you my job. So long as you want it, it’s yours for the taking.”

The words landed heavy but not unwelcome. She blinked once, then twice, processing the information. “Wait—are you serious? You’re talking about making me the creative director?”

Bill nodded. “I’ve seen how much you’ve grown, Katherine. Two years ago, you walked in here as a perky, confident intern who I was convinced didn’t know a damn thing about the real world of marketing. You proved you could do the job and do it better than anyone else quickly.

“I wanted to give you the job a month ago, if I’m being honest. The only problem was that it was pretty clear that you’d work yourself to death in a role like this. After some hemming and hawing on my part, I decided that I needed to see if you were even capable of slowing down, delegating tasks, and still managing your duties. So I talked to Mitch, and last week he talked to you. You took his advice and ran with it. In the last couple days, you’ve started to pull back and find balance. And you did it without having to be reminded again and again.

“When I saw your willingness to implement feedback from Mitch, along with your proven work ethic, I knew we’d be well served with you in this role. Mitch and I both know you’re still a little green, but as I told him this morning, you have the most potential out of anyone in my department. Long story short, Mitch agreed. Assuming you’re interested, you’ll officially take over in three weeks, but starting Friday, you’ll be the acting creative director.”

She didn’t know what to say. Excitement? Fear? They swirled together into a cocktail of emotions, but somewhere at the core of it was gratitude. Bill had been a mentor, a guide through some of the toughest moments of her time with the company, and now he was passing the torch to her.

“I mean, I—yes, of course I’d love to take this opportunity,” Kat replied. “Thank you so much!”

Bill smiled and gave Kat a nod. “There is one thing I need from you, though.”

“Anything,” she said quickly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline rising in her veins.

“Our new client, the Parisian,” he began, his eyes locking onto hers, “has asked for a face-to-face meeting. It was scheduled for next week, but they pushed it up to this Friday. I was going to fly out Thursday night for it, but it doesn’t make sense for me to go anymore.”

Kat tilted her head. “You want me to go?”

“Exactly. You’ll leave early Friday morning and meet with them that afternoon. I’ll fill you in on the details tomorrow, but it’s pretty straightforward. Basically, you’re going for a meet and greet, not much different than what you’ve been doing for months now with our existing clients. You’re more than ready for this.”

Kat’s heart skipped a beat. It was a lot at once—the role of Creative Director, the responsibility, and the new client—but she was ready. She had to be. The opportunity was too big—too significant. And Bill knew that, too.

She smiled, the weight of the moment finally settling into something comfortable—something exciting. “I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Bill said, standing. “I knew you would.” He reached across the table and gave her hand a firm, warm shake. “Welcome to the big leagues, Katherine.”

“Yes, sir,” Kat said, smiling as they shook hands. “Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, Katherine,” Bill added as she was getting ready to leave the office. “One more thing.”

“Absolutely.”

“The Parisian wants you to bring a team out there with you,” Bill said as he began filling a tote box. “You’re the only one who really has to say anything, so it doesn’t really matter who you bring along. Just grab a couple of your colleagues who could stand a few days in Las Vegas and have them join us at our briefing first thing tomorrow morning.”

"Yes, sir. “Kat smiled. “I know just who I want to bring along.”

At home that evening, Kat excitedly told Skip about her big promotion at work, along with the business trip to Vegas. Skip told her how proud he was and that he was certain she’d make a great creative director.

When Skip asked her how the rest of her day went, Kat kept things pretty generic. It wasn’t like she was really doing anything that bad. Sure, she made out with Malik that morning. Then there was her moment with Janelle shortly thereafter. But those things weren’t really cheating as much as they were just having a little fun. Still, she knew Skip wouldn't understand, so she decided to keep those details to herself.

As Skip talked about his day, Kat thought back to her steamy encounters, finding herself beginning to get turned on. By the time he’d finished speaking, Kat was so worked up that she practically dragged him to the bedroom, begging him to fuck her. Skip was more than pleased to oblige. As they fucked, Kat couldn’t help but imagine it was Malik she was fucking.