Bathroom

Lauren enters the bathroom, thankful to get away from Charles. She’d have slapped the bastard if weren’t for him being Clyde’s boss.

While the main reason for her retreat was to get away from that asshole, she really does need to pee. She slips into a stall and relieves herself of at least one margarita worth of pee.

She wipes, straightens up her dress and opens the stall door. Standing there is Tara.

“Fuck, I want to taste you so bad, Lauren.”

“Wha…”

Tara kisses Lauren aggressively, pushing her back into the stall.

Lauren is so stunned, Tara has her dress up and panties down before she can even protest.

“Tara, stop this…”

Tara begins licking her slit. She is clearly experienced and capable. Lauren’s pussy hasn’t gotten this much attention in weeks and it feels wonderful.

Tara teases her clit and Lauren stifles a moan.

“Right…right there.” She whispers urgently.

Lauren bites her lip to keep from screaming as a climax takes her.

Tara looks up at her, her juices on her face.

“Fuck you taste good, Lauren. I so want to do this again.”

“Tara, I’m married.”

Tara fixes her succubus outfit. “I didn’t hear no.” With that she exits the bathroom.

Lauren pulls up her underwear. Goes to the sink and washes up. Then she exits the bathroom to look for Clyde.

Two steps back into the club and she thinks she sees him. The man has a similar build and an identical suit. He turns toward her smiling. His face is covered with an old style classic devil mask. He is definitely attractive and definitely not Clyde.

She makes her way back to the bar in time to see one of the little sluts flirting with Clyde. He looks uncomfortable. Given that she just cheated on him with his secretary, she feels she should give him the benefit of the doubt and help him.

She saunters up next to Clyde and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Lauren, this is Jenna.”

“Nice to meet Mrs. Jones.” She places heavy emphasis on Mrs. “I see you’re a witch.”

Lauren scowls at her. “Yes, I am. You’d best be leaving or I’ll put a curse on you.”

Jenna gives a little humph and struts away.

“Can we go, Clyde? I think we’ve made enough of an appearance.”

Clyde nods.