Tiffany Seeks out Alana

Tiffany stepped into the Events and Catering Office with renewed vigour.

Long had she stepped through these doors with desires of ownership, belonging, and shallow wants of the prestige to work here.

Now though, that was absent. Lost like yesterdays ipod.

Tiffany looked around, her mind no longer thinking of working the secretary desk here, or what office could become hers if she did well.

Now she thought of guys walking up to the secretary, and whipping out their cocks and laying them on her desk to accept. Female staff coming up behind another to rip out her tits and exhibit them erotically.

Tiffany paused for a moment, wondering what was coming over her. Ultimately she was stuck chalking it up to her new found exhibitionism. Obviously she must have been missing something that truly made her libido go.

Alana scrambled out of her office, grabbed something off the secretary's desk and hustled back into her office without even a glance around.

Tiffany glanced through the various office doors, they seemed to be alone.

Tiffany didn't understand why that thought suddenly made her more aroused.

Stepping up to Alana's office door Tiffany knocked gently.

"Hey Tiffany, did the rooms check out?" Alana asked looking up from her desk and adjusting her glasses.

"Yeah they did. Actually I was wondering if you minded if we moved the wedding party to the fifth floor. A suite has opened up as available for an after party. I'm sure they would appreciate it as a complimentary gesture." Tiffany pitched, she was feeling suddenly even more aroused as the maids promise of the pleasure centered on that suite echoed in her mind.

"It's a nice idea, but wasn't that suite already booked?" Alana replied pulling up the booking schedule on her computer as Tiffany leaned over the desk, half wishing she had thought to unbutton her blouse and show some cleavage.

"Security is booting them out right now. Noise complaints and hookers I believe. I ran into a maid on 4 who's headed there now to thoroughly go through the room." Tiffany replied, fantasizing about just what could be going on in that room. Looking up past Alana Tiffany could make out a shadow embracing around her reflection.

"Ok, so you want to move the wedding parties 11 bookings to floor 5. That leaves only 4 unbooked rooms there. Maybe shift some of their guests there to buffer any noise. Can you handle that at front desk? Everyone here has taken off early and I have to check on the kitchen and floral." Alana replied standing up and stepping around her desk. "Also, do something about your make-up. You look like one of those goth punks who were at that rave we hosted a couple months back."

"Uh yeah." Tiffany was shocked at that comment about her make-up. It was slowly growing into resentment, as Tiffany tried not to dwell on it.

"Here." Alana then stated pulling a compact out of her coat pocket and then a red lipstick out. "I'll grab them off of you later." Alana stated turning and taking off.

Tiffany hungered after her, seeking a perfect opportunity to bend the raven haired woman over and plunge a hand down her pants, or grope her from behind and liberate her breasts, seeing just what hid behind that mound of cleavage she kept concealed.

As she closed distance following behind her towards the office's main entrance a voice piped up in her head.