On a 10+, Brenda is alone and ready

Brenda is waiting for you in her top-floor corner office. She closes the door behind you and secures it. Her assistant is already gone for the day.

"I'm so sorry to hear about you and Julie," Brenda says. Today's outfit is a bright red pantsuit and gold wedge shoes. "May I?" she spreads her arms.

You embrace the hospital's star fundraiser, a society matron with a serious personal interest in other women that she put to the side in order to marry money. After her stellar work raising money for the hospital, Brenda talked herself into a job coordinating the nurse trainee program and into a better office than either Maggie or the hospital director.

The edge of Brenda's short, sharp haircut tickles your face as you kiss each other's cheeks. Your nose tickles as well. She's rubbed her fingers between her labia, then behind her ears.

"Brenda, you didn't...?" you say.

She laughs. "Was I mean?" she asks. "I didn't mean to tease."

You nibble on her ear. Her taste. She giggles.

Your mouth waters, and you swallow. "May I go to the source?" you ask. "I don't know if I can concentrate to talk."