Ask Gemma to give a demonstration.

“Gemma, I need you to show Sabrina how it’s done,” you tell your coworker.

“Huh?” Gemma says, looking around, then points to herself incredulously. “You want ME to show Sabrina how it’s done?”

“Yeah, can you give her some tips on being seductive?” you plead.

“And what gives you the idea det I would know how to be a porn stah?” Gemma asks with a raised eyebrow.

“In the filing room? That was great!,” you remind her. She isn’t quite convinced, so you go back to pleading, “Come on, anything would be an improvement to what we just saw…”

“I can hear you guys…” Sabrina groans, putting her clothes back on. “If it’s really that bad, maybe we should just drop this whole thing. I’ll just send the guy his money back and…”

“Now now, let’s not be hasty…” Gemma interrupts as soon as the mention of ‘money’ is made. She walks over to Sabrina and takes her under her wing to console her. “You weren’t det bad…” She takes a minute to think, then adds, “You just need a little bit of coaching…” Gemma thinks a little more, then tells Sabrina, “Troi to imagine you’re alone with this guy, but he’s behind a pane of gless. Ya can’t touch ‘im, but you wanna… Here, pretend John is the client.” Gemma signals for you to take Sabrina’s seat and she positions the two of them by the entryway.

“Make eye contact, show ‘im your desire… Like dis…” she tells Sabrina as she gives you a sultry stare. She shifts her body, angling her hips and shoulder into a seductive pose. The long stare makes you dry swallow. Gemma runs her hands over her body. “Once you get into the mood, your body will start moving on it’s own..” She explains while pulling off her blazer. Keeping eye contact with you, she drops the blazer to the floor, licks her lips and starts to unbutton her blouse. You stare on as the blouse falls over the crumpled blazer and Gemma wriggles out of her skirt. “You see det? He’s all eyes on me,” she tells her coworker.

Sabrina looks over to you, but your eyes are still glued to Gemma as she teases pulling down her bra. Gemma grins gleefully, tantalizing you with potential exposed nipples. “Alright, Sabrina, here’s your test. See if you can pull John’s attention away from me.”

“OK… I can do this…” Sabrina assures herself. Then she quietly reassures herself, “We’re alone in the office. No one else will see…” You and Gemma wait patiently for Sabrina to psych herself up. She straightens up, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When she exhales, she opens her eyes, staring directly at you. It’s an awkward moment of long staring. You start to think she is frozen with stage fright until she moves her hand. It goes to her face, when she caresses her cheek, her half open eyes still on you. Her hand caresses down her neck and cups her breast. She uses both hands now, cupping each breast briefly before running down her belly and hugging herself. The way she looks at you gives you the feeling that she is imagining those hands are yours. You perk up from the seat and pay attention. Those hands pull Sabrina’s top down her shoulders and sensually slide her pants down her legs, exposing her smooth, porcelain skin covered only by a pair of delicate peach bra and panties.

“Not bad,” Gemma compliments Sabrina, while pulling your attention back to her. The blonde turns her back toward you and unsnaps her bra from behind. With a little shimmy, it hits the floor as well. Gemma turns her head to look at you from over her shoulder and gives you an air kiss. You cross your leg and adjust your position, angling yourself toward the Aussie.

Seeing her spotlight being stolen, Sabrina gives a determined look at Gemma before turning to you. She unhooks her bra and covers her chest with one arm, slipping the bra off with the other

Gemma turns around to face you, hands covering each breast. She gives Sabrina an approving nod before squeezing her breasts together and slowly loosening her grip on them until only two fingers cover each nipple. Seeing this, Sabrina tries to regain your attention by massaging her own nipples. Soon both ladies are playing with their breasts in front of you. Your eyes dart back and forth, torn between the two options.

Gemma is the first to remove her panties. She once again turns her back to you, bending over to pull the satin fabric down and push her fine ass towards your face. You can see her glistening pussy peek out from between her legs. Sabrina rushes to catch up, no longer shy about showing her body. She wriggles her hips and dips forward to remove her panties, remembering to keep her eyes on you as she does. When she straightens up again she reveals a neatly trimmed bush and a bright pink snatch, aching to be rubbed.

You sit, dumbfounded as two beautiful ladies rub their naked bodies in front of you, garnering for your attention. Both of them are incredibly attractive in their own rights, but you realize now that you were never going to fool the client with a body swap. Aside from their similar frame, the two women’s bodies are nothing alike. Gemma’s tanned body reflects her outdoor lifestyle, it is trim and fit, yet soft and squeezable. Sabrina’s petite, pale frame is almost gothic, alluringly innocent, slender and tight.

Sabrina’s fingers find themselves over her swollen labia. She rubs herself and leans back against the cubicle wall. Gemma is openly masturbating too, taking the other side of the entrance to lean up against as she parts her legs and slides her finger up and down her slit. Gemma looks to Sabrina, then to you and asks, “So, John, who’s the winner?”

“I think I am,” you admit. “I also think Sabrina is ready for her closeup…” You look at Sabrina and ask, “Are you?”

Sabrina looks at Gemma, then to you and gives a grateful smile, nodding sheepishly. “Just let me know what you want me to do…”