Betty bent over Brenda's lap on her leather office couch

Click. The door closes behind you.

Brenda is not sitting behind her desk. Her coat is folded over the back of her chair, her wool slacks and satin panties are folded neatly on the seat, and her low-heeled, conservative pumps rest on her desk blotter.

You look to the side. Brenda is sitting at one end of a large leather sofa. Betty stands to one side, bent fully forward over the arm of the sofa across Brenda's lap. Betty's sweatshirt is rucked up over her lower back. Her jeans and underwear are pulled down, exposing her from hips to knees. Brenda holds three fingers together, tapping a steady rhythm on the outside of Betty's vulva. Betty's labia are swollen and parted. She is making little sounds as Brenda taps, taps, taps on her sex.

Brenda raises her other hand from Betty's upper back and beckons you closer. You step up, still in your scrubs after your learning day in the Pathology lab. Your eyes fix on Betty's swollen labia. Betty's hips quiver and give little twitches out of the beat of Brenda's steady tapping. Betty's hips roll back, then forward. You see an Aztec style tattoo on her lower back showing a naked woman squatting with spread heels and splayed knees, spreading her buttocks with her hands. A lushly petalled flower descends from between the figure's buttocks. (1)

Brenda settles her hand back between Betty's shoulder blades and continues her gentle rhythm of fingertip blows on Betty's spread, swollen labia.

Tap, tap, tap.

Betty moans aloud. Her hips roll up and down, seeking Brenda's fingers.

Betty moans again. "Please, please," she says.

Brenda holds her hand away.

"Please!" Betty says.

"Ms. Box?" you say. You swallow and clear your throat. "Can I help?"

(1) A detail of the goddess Tlazolteotl, possibly from the Codex Borgia.

Roll +HOT(-1) using Make Them Beg on Betty: 6 - 1 = 5, Miss. Brenda says no.

"Wait, Anna," Brenda tells you. "Betty, what did we agree to?"

"Th-that I have to ask you before I do anything with your summer students," Betty says. Her head is still lowered to the seat of the leather couch and covered with the hood of her sweatshirt.

"And?" Brenda prompts.

"And anyone else at the hospital," Betty says.

"And?" Brenda asks with more emphasis.

"And if they say yes, you want to watch," Betty says.

Brenda laughs. "And what are you forgetting?" she says.

"And you come first," Betty says.

"Always," Brenda says. She gives Betty a light slap on the vulva with her open hand. "On your knees. Make me come."

Betty pushes herself up and moves awkwardly round in her half-fallen jeans to kneel between Brenda's legs.

"Please come watch, Anna," Brenda tells you. She pats the seat beside her where Betty's head had been.

"Yes, Ms. Box," you say.

Brenda smiles down at Betty, holding her gaze as Betty uses her tongue on her stepmother's vulva. She takes the hand she had been using to tap Betty's labia and strokes it gently through Betty's hair. "You know you can always come to me, Betty," Brenda says. "You just let me know. We can both be happy."

Betty keeps looking up at Brenda. You can't tell her expression from just her eyes. She licks Brenda's vulva and clitoris. Brenda's breaths get deeper and faster and her cheeks grow pinker. Brenda's thigh shifts, pressing against yours. She keeps stroking Betty's hair.

A sigh comes out of your mouth. You feel wetness in your sex. You thrust a hand into the front of your scrub pants and start fingering yourself.

Roll +CONTROL(+2) using the Character move MASTURBATE as you watch Betty and Brenda: 3+2 = 5, MISS. It's too exciting!

"Yes, Betty, yes," Brenda says. "Keep going like that."

Betty looks intent. Brenda is flushed pink in the face. She's running her hand back and forth through Betty's hair, no longer stroking gently but moving her arm in jerks with the feelings Betty is giving her. Betty makes a low chuckle muffled by Brenda's thick, soft mound. Brenda's hips tilt. You moan aloud.

"Yes!" Brenda groans. "Yes yes yes." Her other hand thrusts into your pants and clutches down over your curled fingers.

Your voice rises in a shriek as you reach orgasm, and Brenda's sound of climax follows.

In the fundraiser's office, can anyone hear you scream?

Roll +COOL(-1) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE: 5 - 1 = 4, MISS.

You hear a banging on the door. Someone heard!

Neither Brenda, nor Betty, nor you can put together the right words to make them go away.

"All right, I'm coming in!" you hear faintly.

Who's there?

(I'm considering Dr. DeLoria Cutler, the M.D. / gyno / midwife / lesbian chicken hawk described here )