The Trainee

Lucy was surprised when her boss informed her that the department director had requested her to join her on a business trip. Having been with the company for just over two months, she felt honored that Ms. Quinn trusted her to assist with an important client meeting.

During the first client meeting, everything went smoothly. Lucy was impressed by how Ms. Quinn led the meeting and held everyone's attention in the room. Her words were well-articulated and captivating, and she added humor at the right moments to keep the room engaged. While observing Ms. Quinn, Lucy felt that there was something uniquely charming and beguiling about her that contributed to her success.

As the meeting progressed, Lucy's mind started to wander as she began to question her role there. She felt like she had not contributed much to the discussion except for assisting Ms. Quinn with a few files and diligently taking notes. The thought crossed her mind that maybe Ms. Quinn had invited her to the meeting to teach her how to handle a client, but she doubted her abilities as other associates at the company were more experienced than her. Despite her doubts, Lucy made sure to take detailed notes, hoping to make up for her lack of participation.

After a long and tiring day spent with clients, Lucy was feeling exhausted. However, her mood lifted when Ms. Quinn said she appreciated her performance in the meeting. She was impressed with Lucy's work and rewarded her by giving her the corporate card. She urged her to have dinner at the high-end restaurant near their hotel. The restaurant was known for its elegant ambiance, top-notch service, and exquisite cuisine, which Lucy was excited to experience.

"Will you join me for dinner?" Lucy asked.

"No, I want to do some prep work for tomorrow's meeting. Be a sweetheart and bring me a to-go order to my room after you finish. I will call the order in from my room," Ms. Quinn replied and abruptly left the office.

While Lucy rode the elevator up to Ms. Quinn's room. She couldn't help but think about how the meal she had at the restaurant was probably the best meal she had in ages. Despite being shocked at how expensive it was, she thought it was worth every penny. She felt grateful for Ms. Quinn inviting her on this business trip and hoped she would allow her to join her on her next trip.

Lucy arrived at Ms. Quinn's hotel suite and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly, and Lucy was surprised by Ms. Quinn's appearance. She was wearing a short teal and pink kimono-style robe that was open, and it was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Lucy stood still in the doorway and saw Ms. Quinn was on a phone call with a client. Ms. Quinn looked exasperatedly at her, gestured for Lucy to come in, and pointed her to put the food on the desk next to her laptop.

Lucy placed the takeout container near her computer and turned to leave the room. Ms. Quinn looked exasperated again, pointed to the couch, and silently gestured for her to sit down as she continued talking on the phone.

Lucy sat down where she was told and waited for Ms. Quinn to finish her call. She felt somewhat uncomfortable as Ms. Quinn was half-naked right in front of her, talking on the phone. Lucy tried to look away, but Ms. Quinn was right in her field of vision. Lucy realized just how beautiful a woman Ms. Quinn was. No, she thought to herself, this woman is gorgeous. She always thought she was pretty, but seeing her now out of her normal business attire, she couldn't deny that this woman was mesmerizing. Her dark, supple skin popped against the soft fabric of her teal and pink kimono. Her gorgeous curves seemed to form the perfect hourglass shape, which made Lucy a touch jealous.

It was difficult for Lucy to divert her eyes from Ms. Quinn. Her eyes were drawn like a magnet to her strappy black and pink sheer thong. It was the kind of provocative luxury lingerie that Lucy would look at in the store but never had the confidence to buy for herself. Lucy wondered if the alluring lingerie would hug and frame the pout of her pussy the way it did Ms. Quinn's.

Lucy caught herself and asked why she was staring at another woman's body like this. It was just weird. She broke her stare from Ms. Quinn's lingerie only to see her put her hand on her hip which moved her robe aside, fully exposing her left breast. Lucy almost gasped as she was transfixed by Ms. Quinn's thick chocolate brown nipple standing erect on the tip of her large natural breast.

This is so inappropriate, Lucy thought but maybe Ms. Quinn didn't realize she was exposing herself to her. She was completely immersed in her call. Was this really a big deal, Lucy thought. They were both women and if they were changing in the company's gym locker room this wouldn't be a big deal. This was her room, why shouldn't she feel comfortable in her room? Lucy continued to justify Ms. Quinn's actions in her head. Soon it seemed to bother her less the longer she waited for Ms. Quinn to finish her call.

Ms. Quinn apologized as she finished her call and hastily opened the food container. After taking a quick bite, she shifted her attention to her laptop and complimented Lucy saying, "I'm really impressed by your excellent note-taking skills, Lucy. They're so well-organized and detailed. Good job."

Lucy felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she beamed, knowing she had pleased Ms. Quinn. "Thank you so much. I tried my best," she replied.

Ms. Quinn turned to Lucy, her kimono swaying as she moved. "I hope you continue to do your best for me, Lucy. We have some work to do before tomorrow's meeting. It would be better if you made yourself comfortable. Take off your jacket; you look stifled," Ms. Quinn said, motioning with her finger before turning back to her computer.

Lucy stood up and followed Ms. Quinn's request. She removed her suit jacket and neatly folded it over the armrest of the couch. Although she felt a bit more at ease, she also felt slightly uncomfortable.

"Why would you wear such a confiding top? I know it's business-appropriate, but you don't have to look like a Quaker." Ms. Quinn chided as she looked at her with a confounded look on her face. "Take your top off and get comfortable. You're making me stressed just looking at you," Ms. Quinn said looking her up and down.

"Um, what? You want me to what?" Lucy asked in an awkward soft voice.

Ms, Quinn rolled her eyes and huffed. "There's a hotel robe in the bathroom. I need you to feel and look relaxed," she said as she motioned to the bathroom.

Lucy walked slowly towards the bathroom, feeling a little warm with her stuffy shirt buttoned up to the top of her neck. Once she looked in the mirror, she realized that Ms. Quinn was right - she would feel more relaxed with the shirt off. Lucy struggled with the top button for a moment, then slowly unfastened the rest of them one by one. She took her time to meticulously fold her top neatly and placed it on the counter. When Lucy looked back into the mirror, she smiled at herself. Lucy felt relieved of some of her stress and a little looser. She rolled her shoulders as she looked into the mirror. Lucy was astonished to see her pink nipples erect and protruding through the fabric of her bra. Lucy's face and chest blushed a warm red at the sight of her excitement and she questioned why was her body acting like this. So warm and wanting with need.

Lucy turned around to grab the hotel's white kimono-style robe. The fabric was incredibly soft, made of a luxurious cotton waffle weave. She slipped it over her shoulders and took a moment to enjoy its comfort.

"It feels nice doesn't it?"

Lucy looked up surprised to see Ms. Quinn in the mirror standing right behind her.

"Yes, does," Lucy replied softly.

"You're starting to look more relaxed. It would be even better if you didn't have that restrictive bra confining your lovely breasts, wouldn't it?" Ms. Quinn suggested in the most gentle yet irresistible tone that made Lucy at ease and receptive.

Lucy felt a strong compulsion to agree with her boss. She moved her arms up gradually and began fiddling with the straps of her bra under the soft hotel robe. Something so simple and routine as removing her own bra should have been no issue but her mind was unable to process properly and her fingers became confused and useless.

"Let me help you with that," Ms. Quinn offered as she moved closer to Lucy. Her slender manicured fingers smoothly glided under the kimono slightly touching her skin until they reached her struggling digits.

Ms. Quinn swiftly undid her bra, it popped off and dropped to the floor, Lucy felt a rush of warmth and comfort as her breasts were freed and she felt the air and the soft cotton of the robe flirting with her wanting nipples. Ms. Quinn pressed her warm body up behind her, and her hands wandered forward to snake around her breasts until she was cupping them entirely. Ever so slowly she caressed Lucy's wantonly hard nipples with the tips of her fingers and she leaned in until her full lips were almost touching Lucy's ear and she began to whisper.

"Feels good doesn't it? Tell me Lucy, have you ever wondered what it's like to be intimate with another woman?" Ms. Quinn whispered in a breathy voice, filling Lucy's ear with her hot breath until her earlobe was tingling with warmth.

Lucy's fluttered mind found it difficult to reply. She had a strong compulsion to just moan and say yes but something inside her felt uneasy and she stuttered out a quiet "N-no."

"So you're only into guys, Lucy?" Ms. Quinn asked, a little surprised that her thoroughly entranced trainee had been able to do anything other than moan out a sloppy, horny "Yes!"

Lucy gazed into the mirror with glassy eyes. She could see her mouth hanging wide open and a glint of drool forming at the corner of her lips. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the sensation of Ms. Quinn's fingers stroking her pulsing nipples and the captivating sensation of her squeezing her fleshy breasts so sensually. It took her a minute to formulate her response.

"Yeah...I only...like...guys," Lucy moaned out as she savored Ms. Quinn's sensual touch on her sensitive breasts. Lucy felt a tingling sensation radiating from her chest right throughout her body. She could feel her hips ache as familiar heat grew deep down between her legs.

"Lucy, you like to suck on their cocks right? You seem like the type that likes to suck. Tell me, Lucy. You like to have your mouth filled right?" Ms. Quinn asked, unfazed by Lucy's ineffective attempt to resist her advances.

"Yes," Lucy moaned softly. "I like to suck, lick, and ohhh fuck..." Lucy murmured as her thoughts slipped further back in her head. Her mind screamed, how did she know? How could she have known how much she loved to have a cock in her mouth. Lucy stared into Ms. Quinn's eyes through the mirror. Who was this woman, Lucy thought, and how could she know so much about her and carnal desires? Lucy broke her eye contact, and her eyes moved down to see, what she thought was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. The sight of Ms. Quinn's fingers and hands massaging and teasing her breasts. Her hands were so soft, smooth, and warm against her skin. Her fingers seemed to expertly hit every erogenous zone with just the right pressure. Her nipples tingled and throbbed for more as the robe fell off her shoulders and to the floor. Ms. Quinn relentlessly continued her erotic titillation without a momentary pause.

"That's a good girl. So you won't mind sucking on my fingers for me." Ms. Quinn said as she raised her hand to Lucy's mouth, guided her elegant fingers past her parted lips, and slid them inside. "It's just like sucking a cock. It's perfectly normal for a straight woman like you to enjoy this, don't worry, just suck on them like you would suck a man." Ms. Quinn suggested.

Unable to argue with Ms. Quinn, Lucy let her feminine fingers push into her mouth and she began to moan around them. She greedily wrapped her lips around them and sucked obediently. Lucy rolled her tongue along them and closed her eyes as she swallowed the length of her soft fingers and suckled on them eagerly.

"That's my good girl. Get them all slick and ready. I can see just how much you're enjoying this." Ms. Quinn whispered as she gazed at Lucy's body through the mirror.

Lucy was completely losing her mind as all she could do was obey every word Ms. Quinn spoke. Her whispers swept through her mind and coerced her thoughts. Her mouth and throat became hungered and greedy as she slurped on Ms. Quinn's fingers mindlessly until she slipped them out of her mouth. Her tongue instinctively stretched out to try to capture her escaping fingers that dripped with her saliva. Lucy was captivated by the site of Ms. Quinn's soaked fingers that began trailing down her chest. When she flicked her nipple with her wet digits before continuing downwards, Lucy's knees buckled.

"I'm going to slip them in you now if that's okay?" Ms. Quinn said as he looked into Lucy's eyes for her consent.

Lucy quickly shook her head yes, as her stomach trembled with anticipation.

"If you're still clinging on to that idea that you're straight you can just imagine it's a nice dick. I have a feeling it's not going to matter, I bet you'll be humping and grinding on my fingers no matter what. Won't you Lucy?" Ms. Quinn teased as her slippery fingers pushed down under Lucy's waistband into her cotton panties and towards her slick pussy.

Lucy couldn't think, her only response was a needy moan as she felt the intense urge to feel those silky elegant fingers circle her needy clit and press into the slick crease of her pussy. She wasn't sure anymore whether she was straight at all. It didn't seem to matter as she couldn't think of anything but obeying her beautiful dominant boss.

Ms. Quinn ran her fingers along Lucy's lower lips in circles until she was whining and dripping wet. Lucy felt her body wordlessly begging for those fingers to finally penetrate her. When they finally did slide inside her, she couldn't help but clench around them and push her hips into Ms. Quinn's hand. Lucy found herself desperately humping the woman's hand for release.

"You like this Lucy?" Ms. Quinn asked as she held her face with her free hand, guiding her gaze to meet her eyes in the mirror. "It feels amazing, doesn't it?"

"Yes, fuck yes! Please, please make my pussy feel good, Ms. Quinn," Lucy moaned out loud, her wanting voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

"You're mine now, Lucy. Isn't that right?" Ms. Quinn commanded as her fingers relentlessly pleasured Lucy's sloppy wet cunt like she never felt before.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, Ms. Quinn. Yes, I'm yours, I'm fucking all yours," Lucy moaned out through panting breaths, as her knees buckled under her. Lucy shivered at the sounds of her slushy cunt while the essence of her sex filled her lungs as Ms. Quinn's fingers pistoned in and out of her.

"Good girl," Ms. Quinn praised. There was something about the words "Good girl" that Lucy loved hearing in her ears. It made her want to submit to Ms. Quinn. It made her want to please her in ways that she never wanted to please anyone before.

"You're going to be my naughty little slut, aren't you Lucy?"

Lucy shook her head in agreement as her head swirled with pure aroused pleasure.

"Just look at yourself, Lucy," Ms. Quinn gestured down between Lucy's legs. Lucy could see that her pants were in a pool on the floor and her white cotton panties were soaked through around her thighs. Ms. Quinn's fingers were glazed with her honey as they went in and out of her cunt, while her thumb swirled over her pink extended clit. "You didn't know your cunt had such a need for a woman, did you? Just look at the nasty way you're fucking humping my fingers and creaming cunt juice all over them. Lucy, I bet you can't wait to taste my sweet pussy, it's that right?"

"Ugh! Yesssssss! Yes, Ms. Quinn! I want to eat your beautiful pussy!" Lucy yelled out as she felt her pussy twitch and clinch around Ms. Quinn's fingers. An intense orgasm began to pound through Lucy's body. An orgasm that blasted her mind and body over and over with waves of pleasure. An orgasm so long and intense she felt like it was eating her alive.

Lucy slumped into Ms.Quinn's arms, a sticky, sweaty tired mess. Twitching, wriggling, and moaning happily with a beautiful afterglow of lust. "That's my good girl," Ms. Quinn praised Lucy and softly stroked her hair as she made plans on what to do next with her new trainee.