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Andy winced at the sound of heels across the hall. Miranda has been on a tear lately; one so major that not even she could fix it. She startled out of her thoughts as the aforementioned woman and some designer Andy didn’t care for walked by, the former dropping her coat as she passed.
“No, no, no. I asked for petite; all you can seem to find is stumpy. Is it really all that hard to find a short, thin woman?” The designer seemed to shrink under Miranda’s gaze, “I thought not. Either come back with what I need or don’t come back at all. That’s all.”
At the wave of her hand, the designer quickly scurried down the hall, seemingly on the verge of tears. Someone so quick to cry surely would not last long, Andy thought. She turned to Miranda’s icy gaze and felt the telltale dread creep up her spine.
And then there were two, she thought bitterly.
“Andrea, speak to Nigel about the last layout. If he thinks that is up to standard, perhaps he needs to get his head checked-” Andy scrambled to grab her notebook before scribbling as fast as possible.
It’s going to be a hell of a day, she guessed.
–
“I need my head checked? Has she seen herself lately?” Andy took a cursory glance around before allowing herself to laugh. Nigel scoffed in faux offense.
“I really don’t know what’s up with her,” she frowned, “I hope it’s nothing serious.” She stepped into his office, clicking the door shut behind her.
“You never know with her.” Nigel acknowledged before placing his hand on Andy’s shoulder, “But between us, she’s probably just a little tense.” He whispered.
Andy tilted her head in confusion. “Tense? Should I schedule an appointment with her masseuse?”
Nigel burst into laughter. “God- No! You innocent little thing-”
“Hey!” Andy smacked him on the arm, “Not funny! I’m concerned about her!”
“-Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder performatively, “Not like- She’s..” He leaned in to whisper, “She’s pent up.” At Andrea’s oblivious face, he rolled his eyes. “She needs to get laid.”
Andy’s eyes bulged, and she snapped her head towards the office door as if expecting Miranda to appear out of thin air. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing she’s done. “Nige!” She hissed. “What if she heard you?!”
Nigel rolled his eyes, “What if the moon were made of cheese? Anywho, what about those changes you were talking about?”
Andy shook her head half-heartedly before listing off Miranda’s changes. She needs to get laid, huh? She smiled to herself. As if. Miranda could get anyone she wants. Regardless, she found herself unable to shake the train of thought. Focusing back on the matter at hand, she filed that little tidbit away for later.
–
“Hey, Em? Could I ask you a question?” Andy leaned against her desk.
Emily sighed, “What could you possibly want? I am busy, and Miranda gets back in five!” Andy pouted in response, fluttering her lashes for good measure. Emily huffed in annoyance, “Oh, bollocks! Spit it out, you cow!”
Andy grinned. Still got it. “Speaking of Miranda, I was, uh, wondering if you knew what was up?”
“What was up?” Emily repeated.
“Up with her? Like, is she okay?”
“Don’t be absurd,” Emily scoffed, “Of course she’s okay!”
Andy held her hands up in surrender, “Come on! You can’t seriously say she’s been normal these past few days!”
Emily rolled her eyes, “So what? Quit being such a nitpick!”
Andy frowned, willing herself not to be offended. “I am not a-!” She huffed, crossing her arms. Shaking her head, she snapped, “That doesn’t matter.” She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “I heard she’s frustrated ‘cause she needs to get laid.”
“Bloody hell!” Emily jumped, looking at Andy with disbelief. “You can’t be serious!” She gulped, leaning forward inquisitively, “Are you serious?” Andy smirked-
“Serious about what?”
Both women snapped their heads toward the doorway.
“Nothing!” They yelped simultaneously.
Miranda looked the women up and down before shaking her head disapprovingly, “I expect my employees to behave professionally. This includes refraining from gossiping on company time, understood?”
“Yes, Miranda!” Emily whimpered, elbowing Andy in the side.
“That’s all.” Miranda clucked, tossing her coat on Andy’s desk before stalking to her office.
Andy glared at Emily, rubbing her side as she gestured toward the office with her eyes. ‘She needs to get laid.’ She mouthed. Emily scoffed in return, but after a moment, she relented with a nod.
–
“Andrea. Coffee.” Andy shot out of her chair, mumbling her acknowledgement as she called for it to be ready. “And Andrea?” Andy glanced up, “Do be quicker about it this time. That’s all.”
Andy was halfway to Starbucks before she let herself get pissed off. Who does she think she is? She frowned. She’s Miranda Priestly, that’s who. Rolling her eyes, Andy snatched the cup and prepared for her run. The woman who can do anything… but fuck apparently. She mused.
She was panting lightly once she reached the doors of the office, holding out the coffee. Miranda snapped it out of her hands before giving her a once-over. “Get me lunch by 11:30. Order that salad I liked last time.” She waved her hand absentmindedly.
Andy scrunched her face in confusion, “I- I thought you were eating out?” Miranda’s responding glare made her immediately regret opening her mouth. She coughed, “Uhm.. I’m sorry.”
Miranda rolled her eyes before sniping, “They cancelled.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she turned back to the book, waving Andy away.
“Uh,” Andy stuttered, “You don’t deserve that.” At Miranda’s bewildered expression, she began to flush. “I mean- you don’t!” Miranda merely arched a brow.
“And who are you to decide what I do and do not deserve?” Andy cringed as she heard herself audibly gulp. Miranda had heard it too, if her amused smirk was anything to go by. She tilted her head, leaning into her palm, “Well?”
“I, uh,” She took a steadying breath, “I mean- you’re gorgeous. Anyone should be honored to be in your presence.” Miranda blinked, and Andy couldn’t stop the audible gasp as she noticed Miranda subtly squeeze her stocking-clad thighs. Her glare would have been more intimidating if it weren’t for the blush crawling up her cheeks.
“That’s. All.”
Still, Andy scurried out of the office, filing that particular detail away for later.
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“Six! Thank god you’re here!” Andy huffed a laugh as she was ushered through the office doors. “Is there any way you can get her to cancel the run-through?” Nigel gave her a hopeful smile, “Tell her Jocelyn died, or maybe we all traveled by bus, and it crashed?”
Andy rolled her eyes, “What was it you said the other day? About the moon being cheese?” She laughed at his scowl, “Is it really that bad?”
Nigel scoffed, “It’s as bad as it always is.” He began to pace, waving his hands dramatically, “She’s been on a rampage, and if we don’t fix it soon, we’re in trouble.” He frowned, “And by ‘we-’” he poked Andy on her nose, “I mean ‘me.’”
Andy rolled her eyes, “Y’know, I’m not always absolved of sin.”
“Does that matter right now?” He waved, slumping in his chair. “The more important thing at the moment is that I am a dead man!” He poked Andy again, “A. Dead. Man!”
Andy laughed, “God- were you always so dramatic?” She leaned against his desk, “Besides, I think I have a solution.”
Nigel gave her a pleading stare. “Please, anything!” He begged. Andy smirked, leaning forward to whisper.
“Even if it’s a really, really bad idea?”
–
Andy wasn’t lying; it was truly a horrible plan. She’d known it since she thought it up all the way to acting it out. She wasn’t dumb, so she’d waited until it was well past midnight to enact her plan. Before she did anything too rash, though, she thought of a practice test. Something to test the waters– so to speak.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the lair. “I don’t remember calling for you.” Said Miranda, and Andy would be lying if she said that voice didn’t turn her on just a little. Welp. She thought. It’s now or never.
“Uhm.. I just- I just wanted to say that you looked really good today.” She went for a reassuring smile, and Miranda’s calm demeanor belied the fidgeting she did when flustered. Bingo.
“Hm. And you felt the need to tell me this, why?” She tilted her head inquisitively, but the slight tremble in her voice sent Andy’s confidence soaring. Ready to put her plan to action, she shut and locked the office door with a soft click.
“I hate to say this, Miranda,” She stalked forward, “I really do. But.. you’ve been sort of a bitch lately.” Andy smirked at the offended gasp, running her fingers along the glass desk as she approached.
“Excuse me?” Miranda actually looked appalled, and Andy felt a bit mean when she noticed the hurt on her face. Changing tactics, Miranda squeaked as Andy palmed her crotch. Unable to hide her gasp at the bulge she found, Andy laughed incredulously.
“I-” Andy regained her composure, “I’ve just been thinking, y’know?” Miranda shook her head in disbelief, “I think I can fix your problem.” She scratched lightly at the fabric, and Miranda pinked.
“You-” Miranda gulped, “You.. I..” Andy rubbed her palm against the bulge, squeezing softly. To her surprise, Miranda’s hips jumped at each touch of her hand. She grinned, leaning into Miranda’s space to kiss her cheeks and neck. “I.. uhhngh..”
“Hmm? What do you think?” She slid her hand under Miranda’s skirt, sliding down the lacy underwear and stockings to set her cock free. Pushing her skirt up her hips, Andy finally got a good look at it. Jesus. She thought. It was large and twitching, practically begging for her tongue. Miranda was panting now, fighting between looking bashful and aroused. “Aren’t you ready?” Andy cooed.
“This is- this is inappropriate.” Despite her protests, Miranda arched into Andy’s hand. “You- this is inappropriate.” She let out a gasp as Andy began to stroke her gently. God, she really was pent up. Andy quickened her pace, watching Miranda’s cock pulse in her hand with rapt attention. She leaned in, her breath tickling Miranda’s ear.
“Aww, do you want me to stop?” Andy smirked, and she was certain that Miranda wouldn’t have been able to say a coherent word if she wanted to. She was gasping obscenely, her hips chasing each thrust with vigor. After a few seconds of this, though, she began to whine loudly.
“Ngh- no! No, no no… ahhnn.” She whimpered, visibly attempting to stifle her moans. Andy frowned, fearing the worst. She stopped her hand immediately. To her shock, though, a thick spurt of cum began to dribble down her hand as Miranda came. “No.. noo.” Miranda whimpered, flushing brightly with embarrassment. “I- nghh, oh no, oh no..” Andy grinned.
“Oh, poor baby,” Miranda gave a gasping moan, “Was it too much for you?” She pulsed against her hand as Andy began her pace again. “I am going to milk you dry and then force you to come again and again until you’re begging me to stop.” Andy breathed hotly before kissing Miranda. She slammed her head against the back of the chair to prevent her from breaking the kiss, pushing her tongue against her lips aggressively. “You want it, don’t you?” She bit her lip, pushing deeper until all she could hear were muffled whines and the slick sounds of her hand between Miranda’s legs.
Miranda began to babble, thighs shaking uncontrollably as she finally finished coming. She didn’t get to relax, though, as Andy quickly tugged her from the chair and shoved her up against the desk. She tugged experimentally at her cock before laughing softly.
“Aww, are you hard again?” She whispered condescendingly, and the twitching against her palm answered her question. One hand began a slow stroke as her other travelled down Miranda’s backside. “I didn’t expect you to have a dick, but that doesn’t matter.” She smirked at Miranda’s answering gasp, sliding her fingers against a tighter, pulsing hole. “If I can’t use one hole, I’ll settle for the other.”
Miranda sobbed against the desk, her mascara running down her cheeks onto the glass. She choked on a groan as two fingers entered her, and her hands scrabbled for purchase as they began to pump in time with the hand stroking her cock. “I- I..!” She trembled, her body fighting between arching into her hand or backing into her fingers; instead, she settled for drooling onto her desk.
“Look at you, so pathetic and useless. Who would think that you’re supposed to be Miranda Priestly, hmm?” Crooned Andy, “God, I could do this forever. Would you like that?” At a particularly rough stroke, Miranda yelped against the table and came again. Thick ropes covered her stomach and desk, and her choked sobs began to fog the glass. “Poor baby,” Andy smirked.
Her legs were trembling as Andy tugged her to stand by her hair. She guided Miranda to look at her mess while she continued to pump her hand, making her watch as smaller dribbles of cum leaked down her cock. For a moment, Miranda feared her legs would give out, as the stimulation edged on painful, but she managed to stay upright until Andrea stopped her ministrations. “Uhh..”
“Clean it up.” At Miranda’s squeak, Andy pushed her face against her come-stained desk. “Come on now, lick it clean.” For a moment, it was silent, and Andy feared she might have pushed too far. Just before she pulled back, though, she heard the unmistakable sound of licking glass. Rubbing Miranda’s back, she crooned, “Good girl. Such a pretty sight, baby.”
Miranda whimpered, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the table once she finished. Andy continued massaging her back, kneading out knots while Miranda regained her breath. It was nice, domestic in a way Miranda hadn’t felt since her first marriage. She was ashamed to admit to even herself that she missed the easy comfort.
Andrea lovingly caressed Miranda, slowly pushing her back into her desk chair. “Think you can go one more time?” Miranda merely whimpered, resigned to her fate at the hands of the smart, fat girl. Andy chuckled, sliding her own panties down her legs before settling on Miranda’s lap. “Shhh, I’ve got you.”
Miranda sighed at the gentle touch, leaning into Andy’s hands. “Mmm.” She hummed, sucking in a breath as Andrea sank fully onto her cock. She groaned. Miranda was so big, and Andy was so tight. “Mnn.. that’s.. nice.” Andy giggled again, nuzzling at her neck while she adjusted to her length.
“God, you’re so big.” She laughed, beginning a relaxed grind once she’d properly adjusted. “So good.. really good.” Andy mouthed wetly at Miranda’s neck, running her hands through silky strands. Miranda preened at the praise, twitching distinctly at Andy’s soft words.
She slid her palms down Miranda’s body, sliding them up her shirt. “So, so beautiful.” Cupping her breasts, Andrea licked at her pulse point. “Perfect.” Miranda gulped, and Andy could feel the life thrumming underneath her tongue. She slid her fingers under the lacy bra, rubbing gently at hardened nipples.
“Ah.” Miranda let out a shaky breath. “Mn.” Sliding the sweater over Miranda’s head, Andy took a moment to look at the woman before her. Beautiful. Miranda was all taut skin and soft curves, and Andy was desperate to feel anything she could.
“God. Miranda.” She leaned in, licking and nipping at Miranda’s stomach. She relished in the woman’s soft moans and subtle yelps, soothing each nip with her tongue. “So perfect.” She gasped, sucking a pink nipple into her mouth.
Miranda whined, her hips jerking. “Oh.” She choked out a moan as Andy bit down softly on the hardened bud. “Ple-” She bit her lip so hard Andy thought she would draw blood. Sliding her fingers up to cup the woman’s face, she softly pulled the abused lip from Miranda’s teeth.
“Shh.” Andy kissed her so softly that Miranda thought she was dying. “Shh.. We’ll go nice and slow.” She pressed their lips together, licking into her mouth with a languid heat. “Don’t you like slow? Doesn’t it thrill you?” Spit strung their mouths together as she moved to kiss her jaw.
Miranda was at a loss for words; it seemed there was nothing left for her to do but endure. This was some form of punishment; it had to be a form of torture. Delicious torture. Miranda had never felt anything like the white-hot burning between her legs, and the silky voice and soft palms weren’t doing her any good.
Andy ground her hips harder, as though it were her goal to reduce Miranda to nothing but dust. Her soft kisses became nips, then bites. Mouthing at her tendon, Andy began to ride her in earnest. Her pace quickened until Miranda could barely catch her breath, their contact sounding audibly throughout the office.
Miranda’s thighs were shaking with the effort not to come, her breathing labored as she fought to get her words out. “C-close… close.” She whimpered. Andy grinned, their kisses little more than mingling breaths.
“How close?” Smirked Andy. Miranda opened her mouth silently in response, a choked moan ripping from her throat as she slammed her head against the chair. Her hands scrabbled at Andy’s back, her hair, anything she could reach.
Andy moaned as Miranda finished, feeling her pulsating cock bulge the bottom of her stomach. Miranda pressed her head into her sweaty neck, whimpering through her nose. “Please..” She was drooling; Andy could feel it through her shirt. “Please..”
Andrea threw her head back, grinding as if her life depended on it. “God. Again.” She was panting, chasing the peak she knew was just out of reach. “Please, Miranda. Oh!” She snapped her head forward and kissed Miranda so thoroughly that she could feel it in her fingertips.
Gripping silver locks, Andy tugged her closer. She needed it so terribly that her body physically hurt from it. She was so close. She was so close. Moaning against Miranda’s hot mouth, she slid her fingers down to rub her clit.
She let out a desperate, gasping shriek as she came. She tugged wantonly at Miranda as she rode out the waves. She nearly sobbed as she felt Miranda coming again, slumping against her. “God.. M’randa.” She felt so full she was nearly bursting.
The office was filled with their mingled breaths, silent until Andrea broke it with a shocked laugh. She giggled hysterically, and Miranda soon followed with a breathy chuckle. Sighing contentedly, Andy nuzzled Miranda’s neck.
“You really were frustrated.” She commented. Before Miranda could be offended, Andy slid her hands between them to cup her stomach. There was a soft bump where there was originally smooth, flat skin. Miranda gasped, pressing softly before rubbing. Andy moaned and looked up at Miranda with wide eyes as she felt her harden once again.
Miranda gulped as Andrea broke into a devilish smirk.
–
Stepping into the office, Andy cleared her throat softly. Nigel and Miranda glanced up at her, the former smiling warmly.
“Yes, Miranda?” She was the perfect assistant once again, her voice cordial and polite. Unfortunately, Miranda’s ferocious blush betrayed her supposedly calm demeanor.
“I need you to get the photographs from the Chanel shoot and bring me my Starbucks.” Miranda waved her hand dismissively, and Andrea turned to leave before remembering something.
“I brought you the photos already? And your Starbucks is in your hand.” Miranda pinked, and Andy fought the smirk threatening to curl on her lips. She just wanted me around. She thought. “Also, I cleared your weekend and scheduled your dinner on Saturday.”
Miranda audibly gulped, clearing her throat as she avoided all eye contact. “A- acceptable.” She stuttered, and Nigel gave Andy a suspicious glance. One look into Miranda’s heady stare left Andy scrambling out of that office like her ass was on fire, though.
It was infuriating how Miranda could make her feel so much with so little; her power over Andy was much greater than she was willing to admit. She startled out of that train of thought as Nigel stomped to her desk.
“Six. What did you do?” He glared daggers at her. Andy didn’t do anything warranting that vicious a look, she thought mildly. She glanced up at Nigel, giving him the blandest smile she could conjure.
“I solved the issue.”