Sammie takes charge

Sammie was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, you think I'm hot?" she asked as if she didn't believe it. It made Daisy take stock of the woman that was pressed up against her by the sink. Her striped blouse had disappeared somewhere, so she was left in her strapless black bra and matching black dress pants. Daisy was still fully clothed, but she got the impression that wouldn't last long.

"Yeah," she laughed. "You're hot!"

Sammie pushed her hand against Daisy's stomach and let it drift slowly down to the hem of her dress. "Did you figure that out before or after you saw me making out with a random?" she asked. Her voice was low, breathy. It made Daisy feel drunk. Then she realized she was doing this completely sober. All the times she had imagined hooking up with a girl, she always thought she would have to be drunk for it. Apparently not.

She was feeling ticklish. "I don't know," she said. It was almost a giggle and almost a statement. She really didn't know. Would she have gone over if she hadn't been checking Sammie out without noticing these last few months? Daisy just did not know.

"Maybe you just didn't want to see another woman playing with your toys," Sammie said. She pulled up the bottom of Daisy's dress. That leaft her enough room to touch her coworker's thighs with the very tips of her fingers.

"Oh," Daisy said.

"I've got a lot of toys," Sammie breathed. "You can try them."

"Oh," Daisy said.

Sammie touched between her legs, the soaking wet underwear. Daisy was almost vibrating with anticipation. "I'll make you my toy," she promised.