Author: Akiko

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I put my glass down. “Did you get the job?”

She stared at me. “Dani…”

“I mean properly. Is it done? Did Gareth sign it off?”

Kat looked at the water. Then she reached for her robe on the side, found her phone in the pocket and handed it to me, wet-thumbed. It was an email from the managing director. Subject: Associate Director, Calloway Digital: Confirmed. She’d been told that morning.

I read it twice. Then I handed it back, and found that I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t even surprised. I was just tired, and a bit sad, and still extremely turned on.

“I’m glad,” I said, and I meant most of it.

“I asked them to give you the Hargreaves account,” she said. “I asked on Thursday. I said you’d make a better lead than me.”

“You did?”

“They said they’d think about it.” She smiled, a bit crooked. “I figured I’d tell you after the weekend. Or after I’d kissed you.”

I sat in the steaming water, shaking my head. Then I leaned across and kissed her, deep and slow, her hand on the back of my neck, mine sliding down her wet stomach. We kissed until the water went cool and my hand was warm with her. She was breathing hard.

Then I sat back, climbed out and wrapped myself in my robe.

“Ask me again on Monday,” I said, “after I’ve seen how they decide.”

She watched me go. She was still grinning when I looked back.

Ending 12 of 16: Ask Me Monday. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I leaned across the tub and kissed her.

She tasted of champagne and mint. For about two seconds she froze, and then she made a low sound in her throat and hauled me on top of her, the water slopping over the sides, my knees either side of her hips and her hands all over me. She slid my swimsuit straps down. Her mouth found my breast and I gasped at the sky.

“I’ve wanted this for two years,” she said. “I could kill you.”

“Do it,” I said. “Do it with your fingers.”

She pulled my bikini bottoms aside and slid two fingers into me under the water, thumb on my clit. I rode her hand with my fingers digging into her shoulders, the jets thumping my back, the heat and the night air and her mouth on my neck, until I came with a shout that scared a bird off the roof.

Then I went down on my knees on the underwater bench, spread her thighs and ate her out right there, the water up to my chin, her fingers knotted in my hair, her heels drumming my back. She came with a long, shaking cry and said “Fuck, Dani” about nine times.

We went back to her room. We did it again, and again, until it got light.

In the morning I woke up alone. There was a sticky note on the pillow in her handwriting. It said, “Don’t make it weird. Don’t make it nothing. Breakfast?”

I read it for ten minutes. Then I went to breakfast.

Ending 11 of 16: Steam. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I looked at Kat. I looked at Tamsin. Then I grinned and said, “Competition. Loser buys breakfast. Tamsin judges.”

“Me?” squeaked Tamsin.

“You’ve got a tenner riding on us. You may as well be useful.”

Kat’s eyebrow went up. “Rules?”

“One round each. Ten minutes. Whoever makes her come harder wins.”

“Oh, you are so on.”

We climbed out, wrapped in robes, and moved to the sun loungers under the terrace heaters. Tamsin lay back on a cushion, glasses on, a flustered pink all over, a phone in her hand to time us. Kat went first.

I have to be honest. She was good. She took her time, she kissed Tamsin’s neck, her tits, her stomach, she ran her tongue between her thighs with her tattooed arm braced on the cushion, and Tamsin was gasping and clawing at the sheet in under four minutes. When she came, she gave a long, shuddering moan and her legs jumped. Kat sat back looking smug.

“Score?” I asked.

“Eight,” Tamsin whispered. “Maybe nine.”

I stepped up. I’d never been so determined. I went between her thighs and used my tongue, then two fingers, then my tongue again, rubbing, curling, pressing, until she was shrieking at the sky, then sobbing, then saying my name, then Kat’s, then God’s.

“Ten,” she said, flat on her back. “Eleven. I can’t feel my legs. Dani wins.”

Kat laughed so hard she fell off the lounger. Then she crawled over and kissed me. “Rematch,” she said.

At breakfast, she bought the croissants. And we all three paid the bet.

Ending 10 of 16: Scorecard. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I looked at Kat, and then at Tamsin, and said, “Together.”

Kat didn’t smirk. She just smiled, took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and slow, in the steam. Tamsin made a small, broken sound beside us. I reached for her without looking and she came into my arms, the three of us a tangle of wet skin.

We climbed out onto the terrace, naked, freezing and hot all at once, and onto the big cushioned sun loungers under the heaters. Nobody else was around.

I undid Tamsin’s swimsuit. Her breasts were heavy and soft, nipples dark and hard with cold. Kat took one in her mouth, I took the other, and Tamsin tipped her head back with a gasp and dug her fingers into our hair.

“Please,” she whispered. “Both of you. Please.”

Kat slid down her stomach and went between her thighs. I kissed Tamsin’s mouth, tasting champagne, while Kat’s tongue worked her. When Tamsin came, with her glasses knocked off and her legs shaking, she cried out my name and Kat’s together.

Then Kat reached for me. I sat on her face, Tamsin’s mouth on my nipples, Tamsin’s hand sliding down to rub my clit, and I came so hard I nearly fell off the lounger. Then it was Kat’s turn, mine and Tamsin’s tongues and fingers, her thighs shaking, the swallows on her arm taut as she grabbed the cushions.

We lay there afterwards under the heaters, steaming, breathless.

“Monday,” Tamsin said, putting her glasses back on, “is going to be very awkward.”

“Very,” I agreed, and kissed her.

Ending 9 of 16: Three in the Tub. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I didn’t stop. I’d spent two years keeping my mouth shut around this woman, and I wasn’t going to do it now.

The sauna door opened. Two women from Accounts stood there in towels with a bottle of water each, and they went absolutely still.

“Oh my God,” said one.

“Sorry!” said the other, and neither of them moved.

Kat raised her head from my throat, perfectly calm, one hand still between my legs under my towel. “Hello, Janine,” she said. “We’re nearly done in here.”

They fled. The door banged. I fell against her shoulder, laughing, and she laughed too, helplessly, her whole body shaking.

“That’s it,” I said. “It’ll be all round the hotel in ten minutes.”

“Good,” she said. “I want it to be.”

We walked out of the spa together, holding hands in our towels, past the pool, the bar and the whole Calloway Digital sales team, who lifted their glasses one by one like an honour guard. Tamsin, at the end of the bar, held up a tenner and mouthed, I won.

Kat’s room was on the top floor. She pushed me against the door of it and kissed me until I was dizzy. Then she took me to bed and fucked me with her fingers and her mouth, slowly and thoroughly and loud enough for the next three rooms to hear. I returned the favour. Twice.

On Monday, HR sent us both an email titled “Disclosure of Relationships”. Kat framed hers.

Ending 8 of 16: Public Knowledge. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I took her hand and pulled her off my lap, grabbed both our towels, and led her down the narrow staff corridor behind the sauna that I’d spotted when I came in. Past the laundry carts. Up the back stairs. Two flights, giggling and dripping, in towels that barely covered anything, into Room 214.

I locked the door and turned round and Kat was already pushing me against the wood.

“Rule one,” she said, her voice rough, a hand flat against my chest. “Nobody knows. Not Gareth. Not Tamsin. Not a soul.”

“Rule two,” I said. “We both come first.”

“I’ll take that.”

She dropped to her knees on the carpet, pulled my towel open and put her mouth on me. I banged my head on the door. She licked me, long and wet and hungry, her fingers digging into my arse, and I fisted both hands in her hair and fucked her mouth until my legs gave out.

She carried me to the bed. She’d always been strong. She laid me down, spread me wide, and slid two fingers in while her mouth worked my clit, and I came for her twice, three times. Then I pushed her onto her back and put my face between her thighs and made her come until she couldn’t speak.

At dawn, she lay with her head on my belly and said, “Monday, I’m still going to beat you to the Hargreaves account.”

“Not if I get there first.”

“Good,” she said. “Hate me at work. Come to my flat afterwards.”

I’ve never kept a secret so well. Or looked forward to a Monday so much.

Ending 7 of 16: Our Secret. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I stood up. It was a terrible idea. The room tilted, the benches went white at the edges and I went down like a felled tree.

Kat caught me. She hooked an arm round my waist, dragged my weight over her shoulder and kicked the sauna door open, and then we were both naked in the cold of the changing area, steam pouring out behind us.

“Sit,” she said. “Head down. Breathe.”

She wrapped a towel round my shoulders and put a cold flannel on the back of my neck. Her hands were gentle. Her face, crouching in front of me, was nothing like her sneer: frightened, cross, utterly tender.

“You stubborn idiot,” she said. “You could’ve just said you were done.”

“I didn’t want you to win.”

“I wasn’t trying to win. I was trying to…” She stopped. She stroked wet hair off my forehead. “I was trying to make you look at me.”

I looked at her. She was kneeling naked between my knees, her fingers on my face, her mouth right there. I leaned in. So did she. Our lips were a breath apart.

“Everything all right in here?” said Gareth.

He was standing in the doorway with a clipboard and a lanyard that said First Aider, looking at the floor with enormous concentration. “Wellness check,” he said. “Compulsory.”

Kat grabbed a towel. I grabbed another. “She overheated,” Kat said, in her work voice.

Gareth nodded, scribbled, and fled. Kat looked at me. Her eyes were bright, her lips parted.

“Tomorrow,” she whispered. “Don’t you dare faint.”

I didn’t. But I thought about it for a very long time.

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I held on. I held on through thirty minutes, I held on through the dizziness and the way the cedar slats swam, I held on with my fingernails dug into my palms.

At thirty-two, Kat cracked.

“Fine,” she said, and slid off the bench onto the wooden floor, red-faced and gasping. “You win. Congratulations. You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.”

“Say it.”

“You’re better at something.”

“Properly.”

She sat on the boards on her knees, naked, glistening, her ponytail stuck to her neck, and looked up at me. I’d never seen her on her knees. I liked it more than was healthy.

“You’re better at everything that matters,” she said, quietly. “And I’d like to prove it by making you come.”

My breath left me in a rush. I spread my thighs on the bench. Kat crawled between them, put her palms on my knees and licked me, slow and wet and deep, from my entrance right up to my clit.

I made a noise I’d never made at work.

She took her time. She sucked, she flicked, she slid two fingers into me, curling, and the heat turned my skin to liquid. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth hard against me and came, shaking, the bench slick under my arse, her name coming out like a prayer.

She sat back, wiping her chin, and grinned.

At breakfast the next morning Kat bought me a full English with extra bacon, handed me the ketchup and said, loud enough for the whole table, “Dani’s better than me at something.”

Gareth choked on a sausage.

Ending 5 of 16: Sauna Champion. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I got both hands on her shoulder, planted a foot, and yanked her over my hip with all the judo I remembered from one term in 2016.

It worked, almost. Kat sailed over my shoulder in the air. Then she turned, because she was an ex-gymnast, and landed on her feet like a cat. I, meanwhile, landed on the mat on my back, with a noise like a pig being stood on, and a bolt of pain went up the back of my thigh.

“Ow,” I said. “Ow. Ow.”

“Dani?”

“I’ve pulled my hamstring.”

Kat looked at me. She started to laugh. She laughed until she had to sit down, wheezing, tears running down her face, and I lay there swearing at the ceiling until I started laughing too, which hurt.

“Stay still,” she said, finally. She found an ice pack in the first-aid cupboard and knelt beside me. “Where is it?”

“Back of the thigh.”

She stripped my leggings down to my knee, very gently, and pressed the ice to the muscle, then began to massage it, firm strokes of her long fingers. They moved higher. And higher.

“Kat. That is not my hamstring.”

“I know,” she said, and kissed the inside of my thigh. “Can you move?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Perfect.”

She went down on me very slowly, one careful hand pinning my hips, and I came, trembling and frozen, with a bag of peas against my leg. It was the most careful orgasm of my life.

Ending 4 of 16: Pulled Hamstring. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I let my whole body go soft and gave her everything.

“Good girl,” Kat said, and it should have infuriated me. I came a little, just from the words. She stripped me, slowly and thoroughly, dragged my leggings and knickers down my thighs, and looked at me, spread out on the mat, with such naked hunger that I nearly begged.

“Rules,” she said. “You stay on your back. You do not touch yourself. You do what I tell you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Kat.”

She slid up my body and knelt over my face, one hand gripping the bar of a weight rack behind her, long legs trembling. Her cunt was an inch from my mouth, swollen and slick.

“Make me come, Dani. Properly. Then I might do you.”

I put my tongue on her. She tasted of salt and heat, and she groaned and ground down, so I licked her, sucked her clit between my lips and tongue-fucked her until she was shaking and swearing and rocking against my chin. She came with a shout, wet all over my mouth.

She kept her promise. She took her time with me, two fingers and her mouth, her tattooed arm flexing as she thrust, until I came screaming, a second time, a third, my hands fisted in the mat.

At six the door unlocked. Kat gave me a wink and a hand up.

“Same time next promotion?” she said.

I went to breakfast with my knees shaking, and I didn’t even mind losing.

Ending 3 of 16: Her Rules. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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