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Caitlyn had never prided herself on failure before. She was an accomplished corporate lawyer, partner at one of Manhattan’s most prestigious law firms, with an investment portfolio that turned even the wealthiest of her peers green with envy. She was revered and capable. Trusted by clients, admired by colleagues, and feared by opposing counsel.
But she could not for the life of her put up a shelf. Or wield a hammer. Or operate a drill with any effect. She never thought she’d see the day where her lackluster DIY skills would be of benefit.
How wrong she was.
Enlisting the help of a handy-woman to renovate her kitchen may well have been the best decision she’d made in years.
Vi.
Pink hair, grey eyes, and muscles in places Caitlyn didn’t know people were supposed to have muscles. She’d arrived that morning, pencil tucked behind her ear, tool belt strapped tight around her hips, trousers covered in splats of paint, grin splitting her face from ear to ear.
Her smile wasn’t out of place. Not with an $82,000 price tag on the renovation. She was certainly about to be paid handsomely for the work.
A plain white vest that was at least one size too small showcased her arms, as if a frame for a piece of artwork. Caitlyn could see the outline of her abs through it for goodness’ sake.
It was obscene.
Making polite small talk, she’d guided her through the entryway, down the hall and into the kitchen—already half stripped out. Vi had wandered around, heavy boots thumping across tile, assessing the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
“You mind if I open the windows?” she’d asked. “It’s pretty hot in here.”
Caitlyn wasn’t imagining it. The long drawl of her words, the way she looked her up and down on the word hot, that flirty little look in her eyes.
Caitlyn held her gaze, meeting the challenge she was seemingly extending.
In the forty-five seconds between the front door and the kitchen, Caitlyn had already cycled through a thousand fantasies.
Who shows up at someone’s door to work looking like that? She could hardly blame herself.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, not wanting to leave but having nothing more to say once Vi advised the job was well within her capabilities and she’d get right to it.
“Sure.” Vi shrugged. “What you got?”
The fridge, sink, and island were still operational, thankfully.
“What would you like? I can make sure I’m stocked up for the rest of the week for you.”
Vi laughed at that, and Caitlyn had to suck the inside of her cheek between her teeth to stop herself from doing the same.
“I’m easy,” she said. “I’ll take some water.”
Caitlyn took a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to her. Then she watched Vi unscrew the cap and lift it to her mouth.
“Hm.”
Childlike the way Vi chugged it, gulping it down and then gasping dramatically. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, making a wet smacking sound, looking like she might laugh again.
“I’ll just be in the office if you need anything,” Caitlyn advised.
Vi’s eyebrows twitched at that but she didn’t say anything, lifting her chin in acknowledgment instead.
“I’ll get right to work Ms Kiramman.”
“Please,” Caitlyn said. “Call me Caitlyn.”
“Sure thing, Caitlyn.”
A wall between them, Caitlyn sank into her plush office chair and beat a paper fan through the air in front of her face.
It was rather hot today. And only nine. It was sure to reach the mid-thirties by noon.
Perhaps Vi would need to take her top off.
Caitlyn hummed thoughtfully, continuing to wave the fan, whipping the hair off of her sticky neck.
Once she was satisfied, she clicked the mouse on the desk, her monitor blinking to life. She flicked open her planner, skimmed it, and settled down to work.
Rather than be of any kind of hindrance, the sound of hammering, drilling, and the movement of wood was a comfort.
Caitlyn managed to keep herself busy for nearly an hour before her curiosity got the better of her.
Vi would surely have worked up a sweat by now. Poor thing might have needed more water. Or a fan. An ice pack, perhaps. Caitlyn couldn’t leave her to suffer.
She typed out a quick text, hit send on her last email, and peeled herself out of the chair.
Before she ventured back into the kitchen, she went upstairs to the bedroom. It was much too hot for a pantsuit. A dress was more appropriate for this weather.
A short dress.
One that accentuated her greatest assets; her long legs and her rather magnificent tits—if she did say so herself. She had no doubt that Vi would certainly think so too.
Rather unfortunately for Vi, the circumstances in which Caitlyn found her again were somewhat compromising. Caitlyn had to feign horror at the sight, though she was very much hiding a burst of delight.
“Oh!” Vi gasped. She looked at Caitlyn. She looked at her hand. She looked back at Caitlyn again. “I can explain.”
Eyebrows lifting, Caitlyn lowered her chin, and waited.
Vi chuckled nervously, twisting her hand behind her back and then thinking better of it. She snapped her arm back around to the front of her body and dropped the item curled inside her fist onto the island.
Caitlyn’s underwear.
“Go on.”
“Uh–” Vi looked at her feet desperately, searching the floor. “It was the cat,” she said. “I swear. She got into the laundry basket, knocked the whole thing over and then—ran off with these. I was just trying to clean it up.”
“Here I am coming to tend to your needs, make sure you aren’t suffering in this heat,” Caitlyn started. “And you're rummaging through my laundry. Rather unprofessional, don’t you think?”
“I’m sorry Ms Kiramman—”
“Caitlyn.”
“Caitlyn,” Vi corrected, her face serious, her eyes far from it. “I promise I don’t make a habit of stealing my customers' underwear.”
“Well,” Caitlyn said, lifting her shoulders back, taking a step toward the island. “I don’t know you. And that certainly appears to be what’s happened.”
Vi was on one side of the island, Caitlyn on the other, an expanse of marble between them. The only thing atop it was Caitlyn’s panties, scrunched up into a little ball. Vi eyed them.
Maybe it was Caitlyn’s reasonable reaction given the circumstances that had Vi emboldened. Maybe it was the fact she’d noticed Caitlyn had changed into a scrap of material she dared call a dress.
“You think I’m gonna get a kick out of your washed underwear?”
She picked them up with her index finger, letting them hang off the end of it. That same grin from earlier started to spread over her face again.
Caitlyn’s heart rate spiked.
“What?” she asked. “Are you implying that an unwashed pair would better suit your tastes?”
“You offerin’?”
Caitlyn scoffed. It only served to widen Vi’s grin, her perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth flashing in the sun.
“I should terminate your contract with immediate effect.”
“You won’t.”
“And what makes you so certain?”
Caitlyn was wet, their exchange tingling her stomach and spine.
“‘Cause if you want me to look at your tits so bad, I’m guessing you don’t actually mind me—sniffing around your underwear."
The nerve of her.
It was immediately apparent that this was something Vi was very used to, confidence radiating.
Caitlyn was certain that the sudden urge to fall to her knees at Vi’s feet was not unique to her alone.
Even the thought of it made her burn.
She knew exactly where this was heading. Best to speed it along. And maybe get the satisfaction of wiping Vi’s smirk off of her face while she was at it.
The way Vi’s jaw dropped filled Caitlyn with heat. Exactly what she wanted.
She dipped her knees, maintaining eye contact as she hiked up her dress—not enough for Vi to see beneath, though that didn’t stop her from trying—and then peeled her underwear slowly down her thighs. A cool breeze swept between her legs as she stepped out of them.
A furious red burst over her cheeks as she felt the material wet over her palm. Still, she lifted them into the air and threw them in Vi’s direction.
The way that Vi’s hand snatched up to grab them reminded Caitlyn of a lizard.
She stared at them for a moment, jaw locked, mouth agape. Then she lifted her gaze back to Caitlyn in the same motion as she brought them up to her nose and inhaled.
Entirely involuntary, in the same way that she’d have screamed if she stubbed her toe, a moan dragged from Caitlyn’s throat.
Vi inhaled again, breathing a heavy breath back out into the material, eyelashes fluttering.
Caitlyn’s knees tingled, her body telling her something.
“This all I’m gonna get?” Vi asked, the sound muffled.
Goodness.
“What else do you want?”
With sweat gathering at the nape of her neck and wetness coating her bare thighs, Caitlyn’s tongue was the only part of her body that was dry.
Her stomach clenched in anticipation of what Vi might do or say next. Whatever it was, she wanted it desperately.
It was rather pathetic.
With her eyes, she willed Vi to be brave. She needn’t have. Her underwear clenched in Vi’s fist was all the confidence she needed. Dare Caitlyn say, she was even crossing the line into arrogance.
“You bent over that counter for a start.” Vi nudged her eyes toward the island, then finally pulled Caitlyn’s underwear away from her face. She used both hands to flatten them out, to spread them apart, searching for the wetness Caitlyn knew sat at the crotch.
Caitlyn couldn’t tell whether she was embarrassed or not, submitting to the feeling entirely nevertheless.
So much so, that without another word, she stepped toward the island and then flattened her chest to it, chin lifted so she could watch Vi watching her do so.
“You serious?”
Vi’s chest had started to rise and fall notably quicker. It rushed warmth to Caitlyn’s spine.
She grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged it up and over her hips, exposing herself. Though, Vi was in the wrong place to enjoy the view.
“Do I look serious?”
The sound Vi made vibrated inside Caitlyn’s chest. She was on one side of the island one second and then beside her the next. Strong hands sliding over her lower back, where the dress was bunched as she rushed to fall onto her knees behind her.
Caitlyn could hardly believe it, what she was doing, what she was allowing.
Vi didn’t waste a second, as if she thought Caitlyn might snatch the opportunity for her hands at any moment.
The way she shoved Caitlyn’s legs apart was greedy and rough, both hands grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading her open as she dove right in.
Her tongue was searing hot. One sharp lick and then she was plunging it inside. Not expecting it, Caitlyn squealed, rising to her tip toes and flattening her cheek to the cool counter.
It was filthy.
Vi’s hands rounding her hips, latching on, bouncing her backward onto her tongue.
Her tongue—oh, it was heaven.
Caitlyn had never felt anything like it. An accumulation of everything. From Vi’s arrival to the tightness of her vest. From her mouth around the lip of the water bottle to her nose in Caitlyn’s underwear. It had all been foreplay. Caitlyn had been fantasising about her tongue from the second she saw her.
And now it was all over her. Licking and sucking. Slurping.
The sounds she was making—the sounds they were making—were absolutely scandalous.
Caitlyn’s face burned hot, her hips rocking back, Vi’s face lost between her legs.
It was only when she curled her fist that she realised that she’d shoved it into Vi’s hair, nails scraping her scalp, pulling, holding.
“Fuck!” she gasped as Vi curled her tongue inside her. It didn’t reach quite far enough, the spot in Caitlyn that it was missing aching for it. But somehow that made it all the more sweeter.
“Get your tits out,” Vi dragged herself away to demand. She spread Caitlyn’s ass again, licking long strips over her, head tilted to reach her clit.
Caitlyn did as she was told. Arching her back, yanking her dress down at the front, squirming back and forth until her tits spilled over the counter.
Not that Vi could see or enjoy them from where she was on her knees. But she didn’t care about that. She just liked to know they were out.
“Watching me sniff your panties get you this wet, huh?” Vi murmured, kissing across Caitlyn’s burning skin. Caitlyn could feel the heat of her cheeks pressing against her ass and thighs.
What a dirty little mouth she had.
Caitlyn wanted more of it.
She tugged on Vi’s hair again, urging her deeper. A huff of air, of laughter, brushed her skin as Vi sank into her again. Shoving Caitlyn’s ass upwards, pressing her against the edge of the counter to get a better angle. On her tip-toes again, Caitlyn moaned against marble.
“Oh you’re—so good at that.”
Vi nodded, never removing her tongue.
Her arrogance only made Caitlyn wetter.
Vi knew exactly what to do with her, one hand snaking between her legs, brushing up against her clit as her tongue slipped into her. Over and over and over again.
It rolled between Vi’s fingers, swollen and aching, asking to be pinched and pulled.
“Please!”
Vi laughed again, swiping her fingers over it teasingly, burying her tongue to the hilt and then wagging her face from side to side to let Caitlyn feel it.
Oh, she was something.
After one particularly generous swipe, Caitlyn’s right knee gave way, buckling, clattering into the wood of the island with a thump.
“Vi!”
Vi hummed into her.
“You tryna get a discount?”
Oh the little—
Caitlyn yelped, fingers of both her free hand and the one buried in Vi’s hair extending and then clenching violently. She bucked back against Vi’s searching tongue, sitting fully onto it and grinding her hips down as she came.
A flash. Sudden. A white hot heat tearing through her stomach.
The noise she let out only intensified it, a dirty, pathetic sound that made the moment all the more filthy. That made her come harder.
Perhaps a little conceited to be so viscerally turned on by the noises she was making. Perhaps it was knowing that it was Vi who was earning them.
Vi, who was laughing between her legs as she came, swiping her fingers this way and that, catching Caitlyn’s clit just right. Every. Single. Time.
“Look at my house,” Caitlyn finally stuttered, long minutes too late. “Does it look like I can’t afford you?”
Vi just laughed again.
She kissed both of Caitlyn’s ass cheeks, one at a time and then got to her feet.
Instantly, Caitlyn was smothered by her body. The heat no longer mattered. In fact, Caitlyn welcomed it. She could feel each and every muscle rippling against her back, Vi’s weight pressing her down onto the counter climactic all on its own.
The coarse material of Vi’s trousers rubbed against the back of her legs as she enveloped her, pushing up against the inside of her thigh to spread her knees wider.
Caitlyn could have melted.
It wasn’t over. Vi wasn’t done.
Staying exactly as she was, obvious that that was where Vi wanted her, the only part of Caitlyn’s body that moved was her neck, cheek still flat to the island, seeking Vi’s eyes.
Her face was pink, her lips swollen and red. Her face—
“Fuck.”
—glistening with wetness.
And that smile—it could have moved mountains.
“What do you do?” Vi asked, licking her lips. “You some fancy big wig somewhere?”
“Yes actually,” she huffed. “I’m a lawyer.”
“Course you are.”
Then Vi’s fingers were inside her. Two, Caitlyn deduced. Though it felt like four of her own.
“Oh—fuck.”
Her forehead hit the counter, sliding against droplets of sweat.
Vi took a step forward, pressing her tighter to the edge, trapping her there.
The fact that she couldn’t have moved, even if she wanted to, was exhilarating.
“You want it so bad,” Vi hummed appreciatively, stroking her hand up the material of Caitlyn’s dress to the back of her neck. She curled her fingers at the nape in a vice grip, pinning Caitlyn down, while her fingers continued to work.
The drag of her nipples over the cool smooth surface, the feeling of Vi’s boot under her own bare foot, Vi’s fingers closing—it was all too much.
“Listen to you,” Vi grunted, quickening her pace. “Fuck.”
She added another finger.
The only way Caitlyn could have described the noises coming from between her legs was splashing. She couldn’t remember ever being so wet.
Something about Vi’s demeanor, her cockiness, pressed buttons inside Caitlyn that had seldom been pressed before.
When she tried to shift her hips backwards to meet Vi’s fingers, she was unable to, Vi so tightly pressed to her. It was delightful.
She whimpered out a pathetic sound, trying to drop her hips instead. That didn’t work either.
Vi tightened the hold she had on her neck, her fingers spreading. Caitlyn couldn’t see enough of her.
“Wider,” Vi demanded and she inched her legs further apart. Only the left one, Vi’s boot underfoot adding to the tension building sweetly in her stomach.
“Good.”
It burned, the stretch of Vi’s fingers. A beautiful pull that kept forcing Caitlyn’s eyes closed in pleasure. She committed it to memory, the feeling of fullness. The brief moment of emptiness as Vi withdrew to the tips of her fingers before fucking back into her again, filling her before she had the chance to complain.
The effort Vi was putting in to fuck her the way she was was pulling low grunts from her throat, Caitlyn fluttering her around her with each and every one.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, clutching nothing atop the counter.
Vi rocked her hips in time with her fingers.
“Already?” she laughed.
It was mocking. Meant to humiliate her.
“Yes!”
Cruelly, Vi pushed her fingers to the knuckle and stilled them, keeping them jammed up inside her, leaving her to clench longingly around them.
Caitlyn, utterly lost to the feeling, started to babble her complaints and pleas.
“So easy,” Vi disregarded the noises. She began stroking her fingers in a rhythmic motion that had Caitlyn curling her toes. “You’re so easy for me. It’s so easy to make you come.”
Caitlyn nodded weakly. When she did, Vi’s hand shifted up into her hair, grabbing a handful of it.
“Tell me it's not you,” Vi said, stroking more firmly. She was catching the exact spot her tongue was unable to earlier. It tightened Caitlyn’s calves and thighs, her eyes screwing shut. “Fuck—tell me it’s me, Cait.”
Caitlyn moaned, long and low, a noise that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in the middle of woodland.
“Tell me.”
“Yes!”
The wet splashing sound intensified, Vi’s fingers fluttering frantically.
“It’s—you.”
She was a dream.
The only woman who’d ever treated her with such—presumption and impertinence.
“It’s you!”
She screamed it out, hips squirming against Vi’s fingers. Somehow her hand found the edge of the counter, fingers aching as they gripped it tightly.
Her orgasm injected her with triple the strength and still Vi didn’t budge behind her, able to hold her thrashing body exactly where she’d put it.
Behind her eyelids, a burst of white and orange and red. Her stomach clenched, almost painfully, fingers tightening in her hair as Vi’s name spilled between streams of nothingness.
“Baby,” Vi breathed into her neck, her body falling forward to bring Caitlyn down.
The pet name, one of Caitlyn’s favourites, made her ripple with want. A different kind of want. A want that had visions of Vi’s curled against her back in bed swimming through her mind.
When Vi kissed her cheek sweetly, a contrast to her every other action, Caitlyn’s knees dipped, her body finally freed from the cage of her arms.
Vi’s nose was cool against her cheek as it nuzzled it, a soft splutter of laughter puffing against her skin.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but smile with her, the energy draining from her body as if she were water and a plug had opened beneath her feet.
Vi, no longer just the object of her every fantasy, but something warm and familiar.
She withdrew her fingers slowly, trailing them along the back of Caitlyn’s thigh, a sensitive part of her skin that always tickled. When she squirmed and giggled, Vi pressed a final sloppy kiss to her cheek and then peeled herself away.
Strong hands circled her ribs, squeezing, encouraging her upright.
She rested on her elbows a moment, relishing in the feeling, and then stood, her back against Vi’s chest as she planted another kiss on her bare shoulder.
With her stomach off the counter, there was room for Vi’s hands to wrap around it. So large that her fingers could come together over Caitlyn’s navel while her thumbs were still brushing the terminal of her ribs at her back.
Vi’s sweetness was short-lived.
Her kisses soon turned to nips and then to bites.
“Think you’d look good on your knees too,” Vi murmured into her ear.
Caitlyn nodded, instant submission.
“Yeah?”
She nodded again.
Vi helped to turn her around. A good thing, because Caitlyn wasn’t steady yet, electricity still zipping through her bones.
When they were face to face, Caitlyn realised they hadn’t even kissed yet. It made the encounter feel all the more unconventional which served to heighten her arousal ten-fold.
She dropped to her knees before Vi decided to change that and draw their lips together.
The hand Vi swept through her hair was gentle, caressing. She shuffled herself in a circle, the small of her back meeting the counter Caitlyn had just laid upon. Caitlyn followed.
Looking up through her eyelashes, she watched Vi pop the button of her trousers and lower the zip, her fingers still wet.
There was a new dark patch over them, turning the blue material a bruised shade of black.
When the zipper was undone, Caitlyn hooked her fingers into the waistband and helped Vi shuffle out of them, one leg and then the next, her boxers coming away inside them.
Her pubic bone was scattered with the same vibrant pink as her armpits. Caitlyn’s mouth watered at the sight.
Before she could indulge, both of Vi’s hands dipped to grab her tits, squeezing heavy handfuls, skimming her thumbs over nipples that had been hard since Vi had rung the doorbell hours before.
“Made for my hands,” she grunted, squeezing harder. Caitlyn leaned into her touch, goosebumps raising like a wave over her back.
Vi’s fingers dipped between her own legs, gathering wetness.
Obscene, that Caitlyn’s hackles rose as the sight, as if Vi were taking something from her, something that belonged to only her.
Stings of shiny wetness connected her fingers, catching the sunlight as she lifted her hand between them to look down at it. Then she wiped it over Caitlyn’s tit. As if it were water she’d spilled over her hand, as if Caitlyn were a rag to wipe her clean.
Caitlyn balked at it, glancing up at Vi, in equal parts arousal and disbelief, only to find her grinning. She jerked her head encouragingly, guiding Caitlyn’s gaze back down with a look in her eye. When Caitlyn looked at her skin, Vi dipped her fingers between her legs again and gathered more wetness to smear over her.
Shiny streaks across Caitlyn’s tit, over her nipple.
She inhaled sharply, subconsciously, drinking the scent of Vi in.
“Lick it.”
At first, Caitlyn thought she meant her fingers. She tilted her head toward them eagerly, only for Vi to pull them back, shoving them back between her legs again.
“No,” she said and Caitlyn understood.
A hollow noise echoed in the back of her throat. It was a good thing she was already on her knees.
Eager to give Vi a show—and to taste her—Caitlyn cupped her own tit in her palm and lifted it toward her mouth. At the same time, she craned her neck, dipping her head so her lips could meet it.
“Yeah,” Vi breathed as Caitlyn’s tongue met her skin. She scrunched a fistful of Caitlyn’s hair in her hand, watching.
Salty and sweet.
She tasted exactly as she looked—strong and heady. Earthy. Bold.
Caitlyn knew that to get her face buried between Vi’s legs and her tongue on the source, she’d have to perform for it, to satisfy Vi’s curiosity and scratch an itch.
She licked desperately at her own nipple, not quite able to take it fully in her mouth, though not for lack of trying. Which Vi seemed to appreciate. Caitlyn had to clench her legs together at the beautiful sounds she was making.
“That’s it, baby,” she huffed, her hand slipping to the side of Caitlyn’s neck.
And then she read Caitlyn’s mind. She pulled her hand from between her legs and raised it to her own mouth, fingers pressed together at the tips. She spit onto them and then grabbed Caitlyn’s chin with her free hand. Caitlyn parted her lips. Vi pushed all four of her spit covered fingers inside.
Knowing she hadn’t kissed Vi but that her saliva was now being rubbed over her tongue made Caitlyn’s head light. She grabbed Vi’s wrist so she wouldn’t pull away and sucked her fingers greedily into her mouth, swirling her tongue, tasting Vi—all of her.
“Fuck.” Vi’s eyes were half open, a pained look contorting her face as she fucked her fingers into Caitlyn’s mouth, vice grip on her chin.
Her lip curled, seemingly in appreciation at Caitlyn’s lack of gag reflex.
Just as Caitlyn was about to say please and more, Vi’s fingers were gone and both her hands wound into Caitlyn’s hair, pulling her forward.
Caitlyn’s nose met pink and her mouth met wetness.
She hummed loud in the back of her throat, the sound vibrating her lips and tongue against Vi’s clit.
She licked wildly, no rhyme or reason to her movements, just pure greedy, trying to get as much of Vi in her mouth as possible in case Vi changed her mind and dragged her away again.
Hands on Vi's thighs, fingers skimming the ridges of hard muscle, Caitlyn buried her face and tongue deeper, moaning as though she were the one being fucked.
“Cait.” Vi choked. “Goddamnit.”
The sound of her voice brought Caitlyn back to reality. She tilted her head just so to suck Vi’s clit into her mouth, hard and throbbing. She sucked and sucked, tongue flickering out in a soothing motion as she did.
Nails in her scalp, her hair twisted into knots between Vi’s fingers as she threaded them through and tugged harshly.
“Your—fucking mouth.”
Vi’s knees dipped as her moans got louder. Caitlyn’s hands slipped from the front of her thighs to the back, clinging on.
She wanted Vi to come in her mouth. On her face.
She needed it.
She hummed, her tongue vibrating again as she sucked, knowing exactly what it would do to Vi.
Her hips snapped. Her hands tightened. She tilted her head back and cried out a hellish sound.
It echoed in Caitlyn’s ears, spurring her on to abandon Vi’s clit in favour of gathering a new flood of wetness onto her tongue and swallowing it down. Only for a selfish moment. She quickly wrapped her lips around Vi’s clit again and sucked with a gentler pressure as Vi’s hips jerked this way and that, Caitlyn having to hold her still.
She kept going until Vi yanked her away with a burst of airy laughter.
Caitlyn grinned up at her feeling drunk, turning her face into Vi’s cradling palm.
“Who's easy now?” she teased.
Vi half-scoffed, half-laughed, swiping her thumb softly over Caitlyn’s lip. When Caitlyn kissed it, Vi’s thighs trembled beneath her fingers.
“Shut up,” she whispered, arching her back, bending down so their lips could finally meet.