Author: Akiko

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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.

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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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I let go of her wrists.

“A deal,” I said. “Equal terms. You get me, I get you, and nobody keeps score.”

Kat looked up at me for a long moment, her chest rising and falling, and then she smiled, not the smirk but the other one, the one I’d only just learned she owned.

“Equal,” she said. “Fuck, yes.”

We tore each other’s clothes off. Her body was long and lean, hard muscle under soft skin, and she pulled me down on top of her and kissed me until I forgot my own name. Then she rolled us over, kissed down my throat and breasts and stomach, and put her mouth on me.

She licked me like she was good at it, because she was good at everything. I grabbed her ponytail and she moaned into my cunt. I got my hands under her arse, dragged her round and pulled her over me, my tongue sliding into her wetness while she sucked my clit, and we ate each other like it was the final round.

We came at the same moment. Her thighs clamped round my head and I screamed into her,.

Then she turned and straddled my leg, grinding her wet cunt against mine, our clits rubbing, our fingers laced, until we both came a second time, slower and so hard I saw stars.

At six, with the door unlocked and the sun coming in grey, Kat lay on my chest and said, “Hargreaves is yours. Co-lead. I already asked.”

On Monday, we walked into the office together. She had a hickey on her neck, and I had a hickey on mine.

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I kept her wrists pinned and my fingers deep in her cunt, curling them slowly against the spot that made her hips snap.

“Beg,” I said.

“Fuck you.”

“Wrong answer.” I slowed down and watched her face fall apart. I took her clit between my finger and thumb and rolled it until she was shaking, little broken sounds spilling out of her. Two years of smirks. I wanted every one of them.

“Please,” she said, finally, furious. “Dani. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come, you bitch.”

I did. I fucked her fast with two fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she came with a shout that bounced off the weight racks, her thighs locking round my hand, her whole body bowing off the mat. I held her through it. I didn’t let her up.

Then I sat back on my heels, wiped my hand on her stomach and stood.

“What about you?” she panted, still flat out, eyes wild. “You’re not going to…”

“I won,” I said. “I don’t need anything.”

It was a lie. I was so wet it hurt. I put my top back on and sat on a bench with my back to her for the next eight hours, and I heard her breathe, furious, all night.

At six the fire door clicked. Kat walked past me without a word, then stopped.

“Monday,” she said, very quietly, “I’m going to ruin you.”

I couldn’t wait.

Ending 1 of 16: Winner Takes All. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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