Daisy admits she liked watching them make out

Daisy felt like a deer in the headlights. She was the one who'd caught Sammie making out with this stranger at a work event, so why was she the one hooked up to the lie detector? The smiles on their faces made her feel like she could admit the truth.

"Okay," she said. "Maybe a little."

Both women untangled themselves from each other in what seemed like an impossibly short time. Suddenly they were on either side of Daisy, leaning in close. Both were taller than her, though in the blonde's case it was probably because of the six inch chunky heels she was wearing.

"Just a little?" pouted the blonde.

"I bet more than just a little," Sammie said. She was so close that Daisy could feel her hot breath on her skin. They were all hot, in more ways than one.

"I'm Eliza," the flower power girl shouted in her ear. "Your coworker is hot!"

"You know, I didn't know her name either," Sammie whispered in Daisy's ear. "She's hot, though, isn't she?"

Daisy gulped. "Yeah," she said, answering both of them.

Sammie's hand touched the back of her neck. Her coworker's touch was gentle but firm, and it was pushing her closer to the strange woman. Daisy was paralyzed as Eliza's lips met hers. Standing stock-straight, she felt Eliza wrap her arms around her waist in the most exciting embrace she'd ever felt ‐ and Daisy had had her fun.

They might have been making out for an hour and Daisy wouldn't have known it. She wouldn't have complained about it, either. But she was still paralyzed, totally unable to move. So it was Eliza who pulled herself back first. "You taste like cherries," she said.

"Uh," Daisy gulped.

"I want a taste," said Sammie, and she moved in for the kill. She wasn't so gentle, now. The head of the office social committee had an iron hand on her neck and her thigh, and Daisy loved it. If she and Eliza had kissed for an hour, she and Sammie must have kissed for a day.

Then Sammie drew back and kissed Eliza once, almost innocently, on the lips. "She does taste like cherries. I don't know which of you tastes better," she said.

"Lip gloss," Daisy said in a mumble.

"You'll have to be more thorough next time, I bet you can figure it out," Eliza laughed.

"How was that, babe?" Sammie asked.

Both women were watching her with great interest. Then Eliza realized something that Daisy had hoped she wouldn't notice. "Wow, was that your first kiss with a girl?" she asked.