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Kara curses herself for the third time in as many minutes as she makes her way into a darkened Catco. Her article is due on Monday and, of course, she just had to leave her work laptop behind when she’d rushed home at five. It’s not like it’s important, or even a real article, just a test of her abilities, but Kara has no plans to let her boss down so early in the internship.
It’s kinda eerie to be in the building so late at night, and she walks quickly across the bullpen, hoping to get out of there as soon as physically possible. She locates her laptop and turns to leave, but pauses when she notices there’s a light on in Miss Luthor’s office.
Kara frowns. Miss Luthor usually leaves early on Fridays, claiming that she needs to check on things at L-Corp, but Kara and the others don’t think it’s a coincidence that Miss Rojas from downstairs always seems to leave early on Fridays, too.
She figures she should at least pop her head into the office and say hello, to let her boss know that she’s here instead of just sneaking around. Perhaps her late night visit will go in her favor, maybe even impress her new boss by showing her that Kara takes the job seriously enough to come back in after hours.
A loud slapping noise stops her in her tracks, Kara frowning as she stands in the middle of the bullpen and listens carefully. She hears it again, this time accompanied by a whimper, and curiosity gets the best of her as she sneaks a little closer to the office. Kara sticks to the shadows and peeks through the glass door, her heart instantly lurching into her throat.
Her jaw drops.
There’s her boss, Lena Luthor, billionaire CEO and philanthropist, bent across her desk with her skirt tucked up around her waist. Miss Rojas, stern and terrifying Miss Rojas who Kara usually can’t even make eye contact with, stalks around Lena like a hungry lion hunting a gazelle. Blue eyes widen further as they track down pale legs and land on the lacy panties puddled around her boss’ ankles.
“I don’t know why you always insist on disobeying me, Lena, but I’m more than happy to remind you of what happens when you do.” The scold leaves a searing heat in Kara’s cunt, her thighs rubbing together as she shrinks further into the shadows. “When I tell you to do something, you will do it.”
Kara jumps when Andrea punctuates her words with a sharp smack to Lena’s upturned bottom. She listens as her boss cries out, feeling slick arousal stain her panties and a heat spread across her face. Kara had always found Miss Luthor attractive, and had even given her a second glance whenever they passed each other in the bullpen, but this— this is something else entirely.
“What are you, Lena?” Andrea’s stern tone carries all too clearly to Kara’s hiding place outside the door, adding to the intense throbbing between her thighs. Her cunt pulses when her boss is spanked again, “I asked you a question, little girl.”
“I’m—I’m a bad girl,” Lena gasps out, “I’m a bad girl.” Kara’s eyes widen as she watches Lena’s legs tremble, not understanding the sudden desire to be the one in her place. Her respect for Miss Rojas grows, darkened blue eyes never leaving the office as Lena Luthor is turned into a whimpering, quivering mess. Miss Luthor always seems to dominate every room she enters, and Kara doesn’t think she’ll ever recover from seeing her so submissive.
“That’s right,” Andrea hums, “and what happens to bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told?” she asks, roughly grasping Lena’s bottom. Kara swallows, her mouth dry and her cunt clenching within her panties.
“They get punished, Ma’am.” The meek little voice does nothing to stem Kara’s arousal, and she pushes her hand into her underwear. She’s soaked, more than she ever has been before, her cunt drooling on her fingers as she slips them through her puffy folds.
“That’s right,” Andrea nods with a wolfish grin. “I’m going to spank you until your bottom shines, and then I’m going to fuck you right here over your desk. Perhaps then you’ll remember to make some time for me, hmm?” Kara sucks her lips inwards, watching as toned legs continue to pace back and forth, her heart hammering in time with her pulsing clit.
Her fingers slip and slide through her folds, too slick to gain any of the friction she’s looking for, and Kara squeezes her lips closed. Her thumb glides across her clit, her pinched lips struggling to hold back a whimper as she braces herself against the wall. She barely even blinks as Miss Luthor is spanked sore, her boss being scolded and demeaned the whole time.
“Please,” she hears Lena whine, her pale skin colored a dusky pink. “Please, I’m sorry!” Her leg kicks outwards, one heel flying across the room, and Kara can’t even imagine how much pain she must be in. Rounded cheeks jiggle from the solid smacks, gifting Kara a peek of something silver and shiny between her cheeks.
If the stuffy old men Miss Luthor shares the boardroom with could see her now, they’d surely drop dead on the spot. Kara pushes two fingers inside herself, deliciously stretching her cunt as she stares, transfixed, at the plug nestled inside her boss’ most secret place.
She curls her fingers, hitting that sweet spot hidden within her and biting down on her knuckles to stifle the moans that threaten to announce her presence. Kara pauses, breath caught in her throat as she leans heavily against the wall. The spanking continues inside the office, Miss Luthor sniffling and begging for forgiveness, completely unaware of the unwanted audience.
Kara thrusts inwards again, her thumb brushing her clit and causing her legs to buckle. She catches herself before she can stumble, but she isn’t quick enough to stop her elbow from thumping loudly on the doorframe.
Time seems to slow down and Kara watches in horror as Miss Rojas pauses and slowly spins on her heel to face her. Intense cyan eyes pin her to the spot, Kara’s hand still inside her pants as she desperately wishes her legs to move—to run away and never look back.
It’s too late.
Kara spots the recognition in her eyes, her heart an erratic jackhammer against her ribs. Her entire hand is soaked when she pulls it from her underwear, but that’s about to be the least of her worries. Andrea Rojas storms towards her, her hand firmly grasping Kara’s wrist to stave off any attempts to escape. Kara freezes, vaguely aware of Miss Luthor fixing her skirt, but lacking the bravery to even glance in her boss’ direction again.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Andrea demands, her nostrils flaring as she tightens her grip on Kara’s wrist. She tugs her into the office and Kara startles as the door slams shut behind them, her eyes nervously darting around the room and refusing to settle on either woman. The room smells of sex, as though they’ve perhaps been here a while, and Kara swallows again.
“Miss Danvers, I believe?” Miss Rojas is furious, more terrifying than she’s ever seen her before.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, thoroughly ashamed of herself now that she’s emerged from the fog of arousal and stupidity. “I came back to get my laptop and I just….” Kara trails off. She’s aware that she’s crossed a major line, a mistake that can’t be explained away, and she accepts that her internship is most likely over.
There’s nothing Kara can say to fix this, no matter how much she wants to.
“How much?” Miss Luthor suddenly asks, stepping forward with a firmly set jaw. Kara frowns, finally forcing herself to look up into enraged emerald eyes. Lena certainly looks more composed than she did a few moments ago, but the fear on her features is heartbreakingly noticeable.
“What?” Kara questions dumbly, blinking rapidly to keep sudden stinging tears at bay.
“How much money are you looking for? I assume you have a number in mind for me to buy your silence,” Lena says, coldly. “So how much?” It grinds out from clenched teeth, humiliation still painting her pretty cheeks rouge. Kara’s brows knit together, a frown tugging at her lips.
“I don’t want your money,” she quietly says, “and I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“Why else would you watch?” The question catches Kara off guard and she feels her face burst into embarrassed flames. She looks away, tears of humiliation blurring her gaze and causing her to miss the knowing look the two women share.
“I believe your boss asked you a question,” Miss Rojas murmurs, her eyes glinting dangerously. It is thick with authority, low and deep, lacing her statement with intentions that Kara hasn’t yet worked out. “I believe you owe Lena an explanation at the very least,” Andrea adds, taking a subtle step closer to the nervous intern.
“I—I liked it,” Kara whispers, shame pooling in her gut. “I was going to leave, but… I couldn’t.” As terrified as she is, it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore her throbbing cunt. Her underwear sticks uncomfortably to her folds and she shifts, surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together.
“Miss Danvers,” Andrea tsks, her lips pursed as she shakes her head in faux disappointment. She advances on her again, a little lost lamb caught in the lion’s den. “You liked it?” Miss Rojas’ stilettos adds a valuable inch or two of height advantage, and Kara has to fight against her natural instincts as she forces herself to remain rooted to the spot.
“You liked lurking in the shadows, hmm? Hiding like a little pervert with your hand down your pants, watching and learning about what happens to bad girls in this building?” Kara gasps, her tummy fluttering and her eyes flicking between Andrea and Lena. They have her surrounded, essentially trapped in the boss’ office, and that only makes her cunt leak even more.
“Hmm, rude as well as a peeping Tom,” Andrea remarks. She glances towards Lena, “it seems your company is rife with insolent brats. Hardly a surprise considering the management.”
Lena’s blush matches Kara’s, and she waits for her to react, to step into her personal space and fire her once and for all, but Lena merely clasps her hands together and allows her gaze to submissively drop to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” Kara murmurs again. Andrea laughs darkly, her hands moving to sternly rest on her hips as the glares at the young intern.
“Just how sorry are you, Miss Danvers?” Kara’s eyes widen and all of the moisture seems to leave her mouth as Andrea steps impossibly closer. “Are you sorry enough to make it up to us?” Her hand shoots out to grasp Kara’s chin, forcing her to hold the domineering woman’s gaze.
“Sometimes sorry little girls need to earn their forgiveness before they can feel better,” Andrea murmurs. “Just ask Lena, she never feels better until I beat some sense into her behind.”
“Andrea!” Lena’s cheeks glow crimson. She opens her mouth to call Andrea off, to plead for her to stop talking, but she's silenced by a single glare before intense eyes turn back towards Kara.
“Are you one of those little girls, Kara?” Andrea’s thumb lightly strokes a blushing cheek, her features almost kind—soft. “Were you standing outside wishing you were in here with us?” Kara freezes, struck dumb by the intimate attention from the older woman. “Lena tells me that you have potential, but it seems to me that you lack… discipline .”
Kara fidgets, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glances in Lena’s direction. Her boss merely cocks her head to one side, listening intently as she obediently keeps her gaze trained on the floor. She can feel Andrea’s gaze on her, burning into the side of her face as she impatient waits for an answer.
“It’s not enough that you watched us without our consent? Now you also lack the common decency to respond when spoken to?” She glances back towards Andrea, easily spotting the ire that only seems to grow with each passing second. “I abhor bad manners, Miss Danvers, and your lack of respect makes me think you don’t deserve forgiveness.”
Her voice carries a heavy scold, but the filthy gleam in her eyes tells Kara that she’s playing right into Andrea’s hands. Staying and allowing these women to take charge would be insane, entirely inappropriate, enough to make HR lose their damn minds, and yet leaving is the last thing she wants to do.
“I’m sorry.” She’s apologized enough times for the word to lose all meaning, for it to no longer feel like a real word, but Kara has no idea what else to say. “I—I really am. I don’t…. I want to make it up to you.” It takes Kara a moment to realize that she is the person saying it, that she’s actually allowing this to happen. It makes her heart attempt to beat right out of her chest and her palms sweat—a predatory gaze catching each subtle shift of her thighs.
“Hmm, I guess you were right, Lena.” Andrea glances over her shoulder with a smirk, “she does have potential.”