(Bette grasped the long flaxen hair from behind the woman’s head as she held her close…up against the wall, and kissed her wantonly…her other hand traveling up the long leg of the blonde and then finding its base…tracing along it and rubbing the crease all around until she took hold of its posterior portions and massaged it so that her fingers were tugging almost torturously close to the blonde’s centre.  The blonde moaned with sheer delight for the next moments, but this was the mere prelude that prompted Bette to surprise her with a quick release of the leg and buttock…Bette looked into the helpless eyes as she leaned in, and then used her hand far more forcefully and purposefully, as the unexpectedly early thrusts pushed the blonde’s entire body in a melodic rhythm against the wall of this small room…in the dark… the cries of sheer ecstasy replaced those of delight as the blonde grasped at Bette’s back and lower regions, pulling her forward and calling her to deliver her impacts even harder …harder and harder, until the moans eclipsed the blonde’s breathing and ended it for a brief moment as her body lost all its voluntary movements and control.

Bette helped her ride the wave down gently, as she held her up in a delicate but needed support.  Her breathing regularized, as Bette regained her own relaxed composure and was ready to face the world outside this room again.

BETTE-  “You ok?”

BLONDE-  “Mmmm…”

BETTE-  (Whispering in her ear…)  “Thanks…amazing as usual…I gotta go now.”

BLONDE-  “See you tonight?”

BETTE-  “No, long shift.  Tomorrow?”

BLONDE-  “Hmm…maybe…”  (Bette smiled and kisses her on the cheek as she gently disengages and tidies herself up.  She heads for the door and exits.  The blonde rests up against the wall, her head leaning backward against it now…she smiles….  ‘Friggin amazing…’)

(Bette looks at her watch and realizes she’s late again…)

BETTE-  “Damn!” (She runs through the hallways, navigating the usual traffic.  She finally gets to the door of the Benalt Conference room.  She breathes, tries to calm herself and opens the door.  She tries to enter with as little disruption as possible…tries to go unnoticed.  She heads for the empty chair… ‘at least this time there’s a chair available,’ she thinks to herself.  The last time she was late she had to stand and bear the brunt of things from the only standing position in the room.  The meeting was proceeding.  She sat down and pretended to listen and take notes.  The woman running the meeting didn’t look up once…the other though did…it was noticed if you were late to these things…especially with this particular woman running the show…Bette hoped she’d be too busy to make a show of it…she just hoped…)