She leaves the office, only to encounter the office lesbian.

Doe thinks about it for a second and realizes that someone could come into your office any minute now. "I should get to a bathroom as soon as I can," she reasons.

Doe turns around abruptly and heads to the door. You are pleasantly surprised that she obeys so quickly. You eagerly pull your pants up and follow Doe to the door.

She opens the door and takes not three steps out before her heart sinks to her feet. Just then, Anna, the office dyke, turns the corner and heads down the hallway right towards both of you.

It is a well known fact around the office that Anna has a predilection for pussy. Bill Clinton had nothing on Anna's ability to seduce interns. She is a lawyer in the office of general counsel with a dominant streak that comes with the job of suing people all day. But she is not a butch in the traditional sense of the word; in fact, quite the opposite is true. With her tall, leggy slender figure, she stands the same height as the men who would beg to squeeze their faces between her perky breasts. Her shoulder-length red hair frames a face made just professional enough by her cat-eye glasses to offset the very unprofessional micro-mini she is wearing today.

She is also the last person Doe wanted to be running into right now, with a face full of cum. She freezes in place like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Why Doe, what do we have here? Coming out of John's office with... oh my. Is that what I think it is?" Anna reaches out a gentle finger to Doe's nose. Delicately, she scoops a dollop of cum off her face, and brings it to her lips.

"It is! Tsk tsk." Anna shakes her head disapprovingly as she savors the taste of a man for the first time in years. If she has to eat sperm, she would much rather do it off a tasty dish like Doe, than straight from the source, two at a time, as she did during her drunken college days.

"Er, hello Anna. John and I were, um, just going over those reports for you and, uh, ..." Doe can barely stammer out a half-baked lie before Anna shushes her with a soft finger pressed to her lips. She gives you a sidelong glance through her cat-eye glasses. You just stand at the entrance of your office, leaning on the door frame, watching the fun play out.

"What AM I going to do with you two?" she lilts as she slinks ever closer to the petrified Doe. She closes the gap between them until their legs brush against each other, then their breasts touch, then squeeze together. Anna has to grab Doe's ass to keep their springy tits from pushing them apart.

"You know, we have VERY strict rules about sexual harassment in the workplace," she purrs.

Their bodies now pressing against one another, Anna leans forward and languidly licks a long stripe of sperm from Doe's cheek.

"And those rules say, 'What's good for the gander is good for the goose.'"

Anna looks at you and then at Doe.