It had been a relief to upload the file that would derail Interlogistics’ plans. Kimiko just hoped that they wouldn’t work it out in time.

It felt as if, now that was done, something in her had changed, because her focus had. Something that she had invested so much of her time and her being into, over many months, was all but done; there was no risk of accidentally giving them too much.

Even if they caught it before running a prototype, by the time they’d untangled what was wrong, they would still have two months of data to recreate or guess at, and even with their greater manufacturing capacity, they’d be launching late. If they ran the prototype first they’d be in for overloads, burnouts, and other damage that would set them back billions and delay production of multiple product lines for a year.

Freed from thinking about it, that night Kimiko dreamed of Shauna.

In the dream she was kneeling below the other woman’s desk, her thighs, knees, and heels tightly together, a long pencil skirt giving her only minor freedom of movement below the waist.

Her head was buried between Shauna’s thighs, the scent of a woman filling the very air she breathed, and her arms reached up, finding and caressing Shauna’s breasts as she kissed, lapped at, and worshipped Shauna’s sex.

The dream seemed to last all night. She drifted restlessly in and out of sleep but the echoes of dream-sensation, dream-touch and scent and taste, were there each time she woke enough to notice she was not, in fact, on her knees for Shauna.

Lying there in the pre-dawn, Kimiko found she wasn’t tired at all; she was flushed, energised, and keen to get on with her day. But as she relived her dream, over and over again, she still had a question nagging at her.

She hadn’t ever had those moments of drunken bisexual experimentation that some people seemed to assume just happened to women in college. Hadn’t fondled another woman for any other reason. Sure, she’d admired the figures of other women - who didn’t? A little jealousy, while not good for the soul, was inevitable - but the part of her dream that had felt most real had been her hands on Shauna’s breasts, and Kimiko felt an eerie conviction that they would feel the same way in real life.

She just couldn’t explain that conviction. That knowledge.

The longer she thought about it, the more questions there seemed to be where she had no answer. After a while she reached out to the bedside table, picked up her phone, and opened its Notes app.

In a fresh document she wrote:

• How can I know how Shauna’s tits feel?

• Why am I fantasising about a woman?

• Why was Harriet topless in Peters’ office?

• Why was I so suspicious of the Blank Page program?

• Why does Peters keep talking like we didn’t plan the Interlogistics sting together?

• How could I try to hold my superior Shauna back?

After typing that question out, Kimiko stared at it in silence for some time. There was no question that Shauna was her superior; if there had been, the other question wouldn’t have been such a puzzle. It had been natural to describe her that away. But once it was written down, the sentence as a whole unsettled Kimiko.

She continued:

• Why do so many things I say or think seem strange?

• Why have I been such a cynical bitch?

This was another question that, once set down in front of her, seemed to have some missed assumptions. Kimiko would have objected to anyone calling her a bitch, but she remembered a time when she’d been proud to think of herself that way. After a brief internal struggle she added:

• What’s wrong with being a cynical bitch anyway?

There were probably going to be other questions, but for the time being those were the ones she could think of. She saved the file, vaguely meaning to raise them with someone, and got up a little early to shower and begin her day.

*

Shauna spent most of the next few working days in Kimiko’s office - which would, before too long, be hers, with Kimiko relegated to the guest chair. They had taken this as an opportunity to run a detailed handover, with Kimiko taking Shauna through every project under her supervision, along with reviewing the personnel files Kimiko had kept on her team.

It had been, for Shauna, hotly embarrassing, her cheeks burning from the moment Shauna looked up from Dan Montfort’s record to ask “Had he offended you or something?” She had had no good response, and could only sit silently and squirm.

Shauna had read patiently through the rest of Dan’s file, then looked up Anabel Perez and read through hers as well, still silent, while Kimiko had craned her neck to see what was on screen, and secretly burned with embarrassment, which in turn was really the guilt she should have felt all along coming home to roost.

She added another question to her list:

• Why didn’t I feel guilty before Blank Page?

She was aware, too, that Shauna kept giving her long, lingering, assessing glances, and that brought Kimiko a completely different heat, one which had its roots much lower in her body. And that was another reason she was staying silent. Bad enough she’d started fantasising about a woman without that woman knowing about it, but the way she’d caught Shauna looking at her, she could almost persuade herself that it wasn’t judgement by the darker woman but desire.

Kimiko tamped down that line of wishful thinking aggressively, because she was confident that wishful thinking was all that it was. She’d done it with enough crushes in the past, read any friendly or even just positive contact as interest and got herself excited as a result. She refused to do it again, especially with a superior. She didn’t need to embarrass herself about Shauna any more than she already had.

*

They went along to their next Blank Page meeting together, though Kimiko dropped a pace or so behind Shauna as they walked, following just on her left.

It garnered some odd expressions until they entered the top floor of Ops. This was entirely Peters’ domain; nobody worked there permanently unless they were directly under him, and it was once they’d got there and started making their way through the corridor that Kimiko properly registered the puzzled looks they’d got beforehand, simply because nobody in Peters’ team looked at all puzzled.

Well, his own team were probably privy to his plans earlier than the rest of Ops, she reminded herself. Certainly Peters had been happy enough to chat with her about things she didn’t need to know and really had no right to have been told. He was probably the same way with his own team.

They settled themselves into the private meeting room. Peters had left his laptop there, but the lid was shut and the screen was off. Peters himself was not there, but it took no time before they were sure of where he was; evidently the connecting door between his office and this room had never been soundproofed, and they could hear a steady, rhythmic slapping sound, complemented by loud gasps and squeals of panted excitement and arousal.

Kimiko concluded immediately that just beyond that wooden door, Peters was fucking Harriet. Logically, therefore, Harriet was Peters’ inferior. She imagined them both bent over his desk, Harriet’s bare buttocks bouncing as his cock thrust into her and his hips slapped against them, her tits clapping against the desk as each thrust sent a shudder of bliss up her spine, and she blushed more deeply than before.

Her eyes slid over to Shauna, wondering (half-fearing, really) whether or not Shauna had noticed Kimiko’s embarrassment. It was surely wrong to be embarrassed; Peters was right, after all, he invariably was, it was his privilege as a superior. So it must be perfectly reasonable to fuck someone in the hearing of your inferiors, and if that was true, she shouldn’t be embarrassed.

Shauna was looking back at her, a smile on her lips, an amusement she returned. The shared intimacy encouraged Kimiko to make a comment about what they were hearing, and she opened her mouth to do so.

Nothing came out. The shape of what she wanted to say never resolved into words; instead it crumbled away, leaving a moment of awkwardness on her tongue. For whatever reason, she found herself unable to comment on the moment.

She saw her own uncertainty mirrored in a flicker of puzzlement in Shauna’s eyes and wondered whether the other woman had just had the same problem, but the moment to comment on it had already passed. Instead, Shauna let out her uncertainty in a short laugh, and Kimiko smiled wider in response.

It felt strangely comfortable. “I wonder if he’ll be long,” Kimiko said, and wondered instead why saying so was easy, when saying Well I guess he’ll be busy then had been seemingly impossible.

Shauna shrugged. “We can wait,” she said. Kimiko nodded, and the two sat in silence as they listened to Harriet’s growing cries of ecstasy.

Four minutes after Harriet’s noises (and presumably Harriet with them) had come to a climax, the door opened and VP Peters made his way into the room, his belt buttoned but his shirt half-untucked and his tie askew. Kimiko knew immediately that it was not her place to pass comment.

He was carrying a glass coffee cup, steaming and presumably just filled, and he smiled rakishly before sitting down. “Good afternoon, ladies,” he said. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s no trouble,” Shauna said. Kimiko simply nodded agreement with her superior. But of course, it was no trouble to wait for a superior. If something else held his attention first, it was only right that he stayed focused on it until satisfied.

“Good,” he said simply. “We’ll get to the meeting proper in a moment. I just wanted to check in, first. How are things going?”

Now it was Kimiko’s turn to jump in, she felt. Shauna’s response would be self-assessment and might be ignored. Her comment was simply recognition of her superior’s value. “Very well,” she said. Shauna glanced toward her, then back toward Peters.

“Yes, I’d say so,” she said. “Obviously we haven’t effected the changeover fully yet, as the team doesn’t know, but Kimiko has brought me up to speed. I’ve been making the decisions for the last two days and simply having her relay them where appropriate. It’s a little early to tell, but I think we have everything we need.”

“Well, that’s good. And the two of you? Any conflict?”

“None,” Shauna answered confidently. “Kimiko is - uh - a good girl.” She stumbled over the words a little, as if she hadn’t realised what she was about to say, and her dark skin did not fully conceal her flush as it sank in. Kimiko knew she was blushing too, and worried that someone would guess the reason. It felt like a secret. A shameful one, at that.

Still, she couldn’t let that go unacknowledged. “Th-thank you,” she mumbled, head bowed forward just enough that she didn’t have to meet the eyes of either superior.

“I’m very glad to hear that, Shauna. It’s good to see a colleague showing initiative and taking charge. Leading a team badly takes very little initiative at all. Leading a team well is a much bigger challenge.”

Both women nodded. This was nothing they didn’t already know, but it was his right as a superior to talk in this way if he chose. They would not object.

“On to other things.” He leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his coffee. “Have you two fucked yet?”

Kimiko must have looked as shocked as she felt. The heat of her blush reached her ears. How could she have been so transparent that they’d already been spotted? What had given her away? This was mortifying.

Beside her, Shauna was spluttering.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Peters said, smiling to himself. Kimiko was sure he had asked the question to get a reaction, and was now enjoying their consternation. And while he had every right to do that with her, a sudden flash of protectiveness toward Shauna wished he hadn’t done so in a way that affected them both. “That’s fine,” he was continuing. “Have you kissed?”

“No,” Shauna answered, and Kimiko was shaking her head as confirmation. But some part of her wasn’t as sure of that as she would have liked to be; she had a vague memory of soft lips, of the touching of tonguetip to tonguetip, chaste but no less exciting for all that…

She wasn’t sure where that memory came from, and there wasn’t time to dredge it up before Peters was saying “Shauna, do you want to kiss Kimiko?”

For Kimiko it felt like her heart had forgotten how to beat. She was holding her breath in anticipation. At the same time her head was spinning with the sudden shift this meeting had taken. If it wasn’t a Blank Page meeting, if he wasn’t a superior, if, if, if…

“Yes,” Shauna said, and Kimiko could breathe again. Her everything was tingling, excited and confused all at once. If kissing was an option, sex might still be on the table (or under it, her mind supplied lewdly) even though they were work colleagues. After all, Peters was fucking Harriet.

“Do you want to fuck Kimiko?”

Kimiko’s eyes widened. Peters’ agenda was clear, but she didn’t understand it, and sure, she didn’t need to, but -

This was much more stress and far less peaceful than previous Blank Page meetings.

“I… yes,” Shauna said, her voice muted as if she wasn’t at all sure she should have admitted that.

“Very good,” Peters said. “I like it when we’re clear on these things. Now, given you’ve voiced your opinion, this part doesn’t matter anyway, but still, Kimiko, do you want to kiss Shauna?”

“Yes,” she blurted, too eager to admit it, saying it with such urgency that how much of her time lately had been spent thinking about it had to be obvious to all.

“Do you want Shauna to fuck you?”

“I want her to use me every way she can,” Kimiko said. She felt like she should have turned to look at the other woman first, to underline the point, but there was no way that she could bring herself to do that. The heat of embarrassment was mingling freely with the heat from between her thighs; if she didn’t already feel disoriented, off balance, and generally out of her own control, she surely would be from that.

“Good. So you’re both coming along nicely,” Peters said.

“Pardon me, sir,” Shauna said, her words emerging meticulously, the pauses between them showing how carefully she was picking her approach to this question. “Would you mind telling me what’s going on?”

Peters chuckled. He dipped the hand not holding his coffee into a pocket and pulled out a slim, stubby remote, which he pointed over his shoulder at the big screen.

As the screen sprang to life, Kimiko was already thinking his laptop’s shut, it’s probably hibernating, we won’t see anything useful, and her heart had gone out to him that what he surely thought would be a big reveal wasn’t happening. Indeed, what showed up was the same lava lamp pattern he’d had as his screensaver for each of these.

Nonetheless, Kimiko found herself looking at it thoughtfully. As keen as she was to hear his explanation, there was something about the pattern (if pattern was even the word) that caught her eye and captured her attention.

Beside her, Shauna said only “Uh.” Whatever else she might have been planning to say had vanished somewhere in her throat. Kimiko wondered, very briefly, what Shauna’s intent might have been.

Then she stopped wondering, because you wouldn’t wonder without thinking.

“You’ve both come along very well,” Peters said. “Kimiko, tell Shauna you’re proud of how well she’s gone Blank Page.”

“I’m proud of how well you’ve gone Blank Page, Shauna,” Kimiko offered, her voice hardly more than a blissed-out groan. It was still enough that she felt Shauna’s spine straighten seated next to her, the woman pushing herself to be even better.

“Shauna, tell Kimiko she’s your good girl.”

“KImiko, you’re my good girl.”

“Both of you, kiss.”

Kimiko leaned sideways in her chair, turning her head only partly, her eyes staying on the screen. Her shoulder touched Shauna’s first, the other woman leaning down further to meet her. Their lips met at the corner; neither of them had turned their head enough to fully contact for the kiss, and the lip-smacking sound was oddly loud as a result. Both of them, though Kimiko did not know it was mutual, were still staring at the screen.

Peters was chuckling. “Ladies, kiss one another properly. The way you want to.”

There was a groan of eagerness right by Kimiko’s ear; she herself was whimpering as their heads turned, their lips met, their mouths opened.

It was not a romantic kiss. It was not even a kiss of passion. It was born of lust, and eagerness, and pent-up fantasy, and hungry need, and on Shauna’s side it was possessive enough to be aggressive.

A couple of moments into it were long enough for Kimiko to raise a hand to the other woman’s cheek, holding her close without trying to control her movements. Shauna responded almost immediately, grabbing a loose handful of Kimiko’s hair at the back of her head, establishing firm control of the kiss. Her other hand found the side of Kimiko’s neck, resting there for a moment almost tenderly, before sliding down and following the rising slope of her chest until it found her breast.

As Shauna squeezed, Kimiko gasped hungrily into her mouth. She wasn’t used to being handled like this, or kissed like this, and more than she was used to kissing a woman. Her mind was sluggish and filled with a cocktail of arousal and desire in any case, so thinking was not much more plausible than it had been while looking directly at the screen, but she had just enough self awareness to know that all of this was new.

Maybe that made it even more exciting. She arched her back into Shauna’s hand and almost surged forwards into the kiss, giving herself up eagerly and entirely to the moment.

Peters spoke again and neither woman consciously registered his words. “Take it further,” he said. “Shauna, when you’re done, come into my office and we’ll proceed.”

Still kissing her, Shauna rose, using that handful of hair to draw Kimiko up onto her feet (and then her tiptoes) as she did so. She broke the kiss just long enough to utter two words, neither of them much above a whisper from the shortness of her breath.

“Get naked.”

Kimiko removed her hand from Shauna’s cheek and the other, which had been aimlessly drifting near Shauna’s ass as if it would need permission to actually touch. She began unbuttoning her blouse, working hurriedly, slowed down only by the fear she’d tear the material somewhere in some way that would be obvious to other colleagues. Something about the way this was happening told her that not all her colleagues would understand yet. She hoped that would change soon.

The blouse tore very slightly at one cuff in her haste to remove it, but she thought that was probably okay. The zip of her skirt took her longer to find than she’d expected, but it went down easily and she wriggled out of it, then stepped out of her shoes, leaving her in her underwear (not the underwear she’d have hoped to be wearing when Shauna first saw it) and her tights.

The tights brought her up for a moment of uncertainty. They would take time to remove properly, and time was of the essence.

The uncertainty lasted only a moment. Taking her tights in her hands, she began to tear them open, starting over her crotch and then shredding down one thigh, her luscious, soft skin emerging from concealment beneath them.

Her reward was the way Shauna’s eyes widened, the way that warm compassionate smile wavered and dissolved into a lustful grin. She grinned back.

“Tease,” Shauna smirked.

“For you, anything,” Kimiko said. Shauna started unbuttoning her own blouse, much to Kimiko’s relief; she wasn’t sure how long she could last now without the reward she was sure was coming, and a part of her had worried that she’d be required to undress her superior as well before anything happened.

She finished shredding her own tights, then drew off what was left feet-first. After a moment’s consideration, she gathered together the torn, ragged fragments, balled them together, and dropped them into the meeting room bin, the desire to keep company property tidy having - just barely - outweighed her desire for Shauna, because company outweighed personal.

She was shedding her bra and stepping out of her panties when Shauna, having discarded her blouse and bra, drew the hem of her skirt up to her hips and sat back on the meeting room table, parting her thighs. “Kimiko?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know what to do?”

“Yes. No. Yes! I mean - I know what to do, but I’ve never done it before.” She felt the flush return to her cheeks. “I’m not lesbian, you see. It’s just you.”

Shauna’s eyelids flickered for a moment and Kimiko was almost sure she’d seen her eyes roll back up into her head on seeing it. What was that about?

“I feel pretty much exactly the same way,” Shauna said. “But you’re going to have to learn. Consider this a new KPI for your role.” She giggled, which surprised and delighted Kimiko in equal measure. “A Key Pussy Indicator.”

Kimiko had been stood two paces away. As she took the first, her knees were both already bending; by the time they hit the carpet, she was almost face to face with Shauna’s panties and could smell the other woman’s scent beginning to leak through from arousal. “May I start at once, ma’am?”

“Oh, that could be a mood killer.” Shauna’s nose had wrinkled. “Try that again with Miss.”

“May I start at once, Miss?”

Shauna lifted one of her legs almost lazily, using her calf to hook Kimiko by the back ot the head and pull her in. “You must,” she instructed. Kimiko rested one hand against the other thigh, drew Shauna’s panties aside from her pussy with the other hand, and buried her face in glory.

In many ways, this was new territory to her, but the terrain was not unfamiliar. She remembered things her own lovers had done, discarded the failures, tested the successes, tentatively at first but when she first felt a shuddering spasm pass through Shauna all hesitation and uncertainty was lost. Instead she was simply pure eagerness.

She felt better than she ever had before; personal and professional fulfilment all came down to making Miss dance on the tip of her tongue, to tasting her, to basking in the experience, feeling the other woman’s thighs squeeze close around her head in ecstasy as she cried out.

Others outside the meeting room must have heard, she knew, but that didn’t matter to her. They were on a floor that was entirely Peters’ domain; everything around them was Blank Page, and that meant permission to be messy.

Shauna cried out, her head arched back, gripping the table harder, her arms tensing so much that the table rocked in her hands, which in turn ground her brimful pussy more firmly into Kimiko’s face. She was at a loss to explain how euphoric it made her feel, and moments later, when her body caught on to the realisation that she had made her superior cum, the same bliss burst through her, a shooting star of pure happiness shuddering up her spine to fill her head with eager, hormone-drunk ecstasy, proof of her own devotion trickling down her bare thighs toward the meeting room carpet.

They stayed in almost those positions for a few moments longer, recovering their breath, before Shauna straightened up and stood, and action that rocked Kimiko’s kneeling form backward til her buttocks rested on her heels and her back was almost upright.

As Shauna went through into the VP’s office, Kimiko was still collecting herself, trying to marshal her thoughts. She shook her head and lifted her head, a reflex part of trying to get her bearings, and her eyes fell on the screen, where the lava lamp, forgotten, had continued to play.

Kimiko wondered how it was that VP Peters had forgotten to update it, but not for long. Then she simply stared, smiling vacantly, the taste of her superior still on her lips and dripping down to her chin…

*

“It’s our anniversary,” Shauna said with a smile at 9:54.

“It is, Miss?” Kimiko was confident she knew what Shauna meant, but when your superior was playing coy, you didn’t jump to the end of the script. A PA should only appear to know everything and have it all in hand when their superior was feeling the pressure and needed to know they could safely relax.

“Oh, yes,” Shauna said with a grin. “One month exactly since you first lived up to your KPI.”

Kimiko smiled warmly back. “Of course.”

“You’re much better at it now.”

“Yes, Miss.” Habit, or training, or simply being Shauna’s inferior, made her bow her head at that point, not meeting her eyes.

“I think we might prove that during coffee this morning.”

“Anything you please, Miss.” For this she looked up again and met Shauna’s eye.

“Tease.”

“For you, anything.” The call and response had the weight of ritual between them but, unlike so much else in their behaviour, this was not deliberate or something they’d agreed on and set out to achieve. It simply came naturally to the people they were.

“Do I have anything else this morning which needs dealing with?”

Kimiko didn’t consult her tablet. Knowing Shauna’s schedule was simply something she did. “Vice President Peters has an unofficial stop-by planned just before lunch,” she said. “Otherwise nothing’s set in stone, and we can move it around.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She raised a hand, beckoning Kimiko closer.

Kimiko’s wardrobe had changed, though she still came into the office wearing the same sort of look she always had; she changed once she was in Shauna’s office for the day, when she wouldn’t have to leave Ops. Everyone in Ops understood, but the rest of the company was still, she’d heard, a work in progress.

Above the waist she wore a red vinyl corset, the cups of which were cut such that the nipple rested right at the top of the material, and which was supported by two thin red straps reaching up to her shiny red choker. She had applied lipstick to match it.

The black PVC microskirt she wore now came with big, easy-to-grab belt loops, and as soon as Kimiko came in range, Shauna took hold of one and pulled sharply, drawing Kimiko in. She squeaked as she fell into her superior’s grasp, and then, with their eyes gazing into each other’s, they kissed.

“Coffee time,” Shauna said. “Make sure you’re back here once you’re done.”

“Of course, Miss.” She turned, and waited for Shauna to spank her, at which point she let out a contented yelp, picked up her tablet, and hurried out of the room.

She made a slow loop of Shauna’s team, taking each of their drink orders in turn, and bestowing on them a kiss or the opportunity to grope or spank her without complaint, according to their preference.

Kimiko then went through to the coffee facilities, where she prepared orders for everyone, including Shauna. And then it was off to repeat her route in reverse, providing not just the drink but whatever other pleasure the team required.

Shauna had made it very clear that she considered team morale to be something a manager was responsible for, and had then explained to Kimiko that she was delegating this kind of satisfaction to Kimiko to deliver.

It was an absolute delight to see the team so happy.

Peters was in Shauna’s office before she made it back, and so their initial plan was slightly delayed, but neither Kimiko nor Shauna showed any frustration with this. He was their superior, and this was entirely his right if he should choose to.

She stood off to one side and smiled, listening carefully but only taking note when directed to. It didn’t matter to her what the meeting was actually about; what mattered to her was what Shauna would need to know or do, so she took notes as required and otherwise was happy to let the particulars leave her head not long after they had first arrived.

Peters ended his visit as he had ended all of them since their roles had been changed. “Any questions, Shauna?”

She shook her head. He smiled, glanced across. “Kimiko?”

She was struck by the sincerity in his voice. It didn’t really matter what she thought, not really - she would go along with her superiors no matter what happened. But he still asked, not out of courtesy but because, for whatever reason, he wanted to know.

“Actually, yes,” she said on impulse.

“Go on.”

“Excuse me, sir. I hope it’s no bother.” She was fumbling in the pocket of her discarded pantsuit for her phone. “I actually have several.”

And, opening up her Notes app, she passed him the file.

Peters scanned the list with every indication of interest, and laughed once or twice as he read.

• How can I know how Shauna’s tits feel?

• Why am I fantasising about a woman?

• Why was Harriet topless in Peters’ office?

• Why was I so suspicious of the Blank Page program?

• Why does Peters keep talking like we didn’t plan the Interlogistics sting together?

• How could I try to hold my superior Shauna back?

• Why do so many things I say or think seem strange?

• Why have I been such a cynical bitch?

• What’s wrong with being a cynical bitch anyway?

• Why didn’t I feel guilty before Blank Page?

• Why did Peters think we were fucking?

• Why did Peters tell us to kiss?

“Some of these are from a while ago, I think?”

“Almost all of them, sir,” she said. “I understand about Harriet now, I think. But the others, they’re worrying me.”

“Ah, yes.” He met her gaze with a confident smile. “I can see why.”

“Yes, sir.” She waited, hopeful.

“The answers to all these questions exist, Kimiko,” he assured her. “But those answers are classified above your station.” He paused, and the way he looked her in the eye seemed suddenly firmer. “I don’t believe you need to know. You just need to know they’re taken care of.”

Kimiko hesitated, but it was his judgement as his superior, and he was more likely to be right than her.

She would have to accept that it was right for her not to understand. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll be going, then.” He smiled, and started for the door.

Kimiko was crawling under the desk to focus on her KPIs before Shauna’s office door had even closed.