Daisy tells the truth

Daisy waved her hands in front of her. "Oh my God, no, I'm so sorry! No, we're just coworkers. I'm sorry! Is she *your* girlfriend?" she asked her fellow blonde. She was trying to be polite in a very awkward situation.

"Hey, don't deny it too hard," Sammie laughed.

The blonde got a chuckle out of it too. "Don't worry, I bet you're a great girlfriend," she said, apparently to the both of them. "No, me and your coworker here just met a few minutes ago. Maybe if she plays her cards right, though..." She had a mischievous grin under the messy head of hair. Daisy thought she looked like an Amazoness like that.

"I'm very good with my hands," Sammie said, staring fire into the eyes of the woman whose tongue she'd been sucking a minute ago.

The blonde was staring at Daisy, now. It made Daisy feel anxious. She looked like such a square compared to them in her high-neck, long dress and her ponytail. They couldn't see the marks her boss had left on her body a few hours ago.

"Did you like what you see?" asked the blonde.

Daisy made herself laugh. "I wasn't staring on purpose, I promise," she said.

Sammie was looking downright hungry. "That's not what she asked," she said.