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Dec 8, 2015

McKinley's

McKinley’s

Summary:

McKinley’s is the one and only strip club in Miami, Florida. The owner, g!p Lauren, has a complicated thing going on with her most popular dancer, Camila.

Conversion link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3163472

“Yeah, fine. Just get here when you can.”

Lauren hung up and leaned back in her creaking chair. She rubbed her eyes. It was looking to be a rough night; she’d already had two no-shows and Dinah was calling in late. Again. How was she supposed to run a club with no valet?

Honestly, none of this was at all fair. Owning a strip club was supposed to be fucking awesome. Sometimes it was, but most of the time it was struggle and headache and not very much fun at all.

She grabbed the phone again and dialed the front desk. “Hey, Normani. Can you grab Ally and put him on valet? Dinah’s in his own time zone again.”

“You got it. Want me to call in Austin to cover Ally?”

“Nah, we should be ok until Dinah gets here. It’s early.”

Her office door bounced open. Lauren glared at it until Ariana’s head peeked around the corner. She hung up and gestured for the blonde to come in, a slow smile growing on her lips. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

“I’m a fox,” Ariana explained. Wrapped around her face was a fox-shaped hood, complete with soft red-tipped ears, and trailing down both sides were arms-length strips of fur ending in gloves shaped like paws. She put her hands in the paws and raised them. “See?”

Lauren chuckled. “Quite the striking resemblance. You need something?”

“Two of the stage lights are flickering again.” Ariana looked concerned. “Did you forget to pay the electric bill for those two?”

“Dammit.” Lauren sighed. “The same ones? I had two guys in here supposedly fixing those this morning. I’m so tired of these guys busting my balls.” She smiled and sat back. “Not to worry. I’ll call them tomorrow and unleash full bitch mode. It should be very therapeutic.”

“Make love, not war,” Ariana told her seriously, then waltzed out of her office with her paws raised, dancing to the thumping music from out on the floor.

Ariana was a damn good DJ, though it never hurt she danced for tips from the booth when she was able to put a set on auto-pilot. The rarity of seeing her incredible body always drove the crowd wild when it happened. Tight muscles, smooth skin, and moves that—

Her office phone rang again, startling Lauren from her Ariana-shaped daydreams. “Leave a message,” she barked at the shrilling telephone. It rang insistently in reply. The night was too young for the amount of bullshit she was getting handed. She needed a drink.

Lauren ducked out of her office and wandered onto the main floor. McKinley’s used to be a high-end restaurant and bar, so the place was plenty spacious. The mirrored walls and low-key red lighting she’d added made it look even more expansive than it was.

The crowd was light, but not bad for the time. In a couple hours the place would be buzzing with testosterone and a particularly vapid brand of conversation unique to strip clubs. As of now, what few guys there were in the house were all stage side, not that she could blame them. The new girl, Bea, did a slow spin down the pole and Lauren had a hard time looking away herself. Rumor had it the blonde had been the head cheerleader in her high school. Lauren would be lying if she said the thought didn’t get her dick hard.

Behind the bar, Lauren slipped around Natalie and made a beeline for the liquor. “Oh—hey boss,” Natalie said. She hurriedly shoved her phone behind the register and made a show of efficiently unloading a crate of freshly cleaned wine glasses.

Lauren just hummed in acknowledgement as she grabbed a double shot glass and filled it to the brim with Gran Patrón. One of the perks of ownership: every single one of the hundreds of bottles on the back wall was quite literally hers for the taking.

It went down like smooth, liquid fire. Lauren grabbed a lime from the fridge under the bar, quickly bit down and sucked. “Shit, that’s good,” she mumbled. She swore she could feel the alcohol numbing her brain already, the swelling anger at everything and nothing wilting away. Much better. She poured herself a glass of Sprite and relaxed against the bar. Good tequila was her one true love.

Lauren turned around just in time to see Bea drop her top on stage. She hissed softly and took a sip of Sprite. Seeing her employees naked was par for the course, but Lauren wasn’t sure she could hide just how hard she was perving on Bea’s ass at the moment. In her defense, the ass on that white girl was unreal. Lauren licked her lips, idly imagining Bea’s tight, pink nipples in her mouth.

“New girl’s pretty hot, huh?” Camila purred. Her warm arm slid behind Lauren’s back, but the sudden touch was like chilled lightning.

“I, uh.” Lauren sputtered. Another sip bought her time. “She seems to be doing okay.”

Camila laughed quietly, a soft golden sound. “Calm down, mamacita. You can look all you want. You just can’t touch.” Discreetly, she palmed the front of Lauren’s jeans. “Looks like I don’t have too much to be worried about, anyway.”

“Yeah? Keep checking.” Lauren smirked.

“Why?” Camila teased. She rubbed Lauren’s soft dick through her jeans and leaned up, her lips brushing Lauren’s ear. “What am I gonna find, baby?”

Lauren groaned. She wanted to push Camila down to her knees, shove her cock in her mouth right here behind the bar counter, and she knew Camila would go for it. The tiny brunette would probably get off on sucking Lauren’s dick with customers twenty feet away and Natalie shocked into silence beside her. Camila leaned toward submissive, got off on being called a slut, getting bent over Lauren’s office desk and spanked, so an exhibition kink wouldn’t be a surprise. But another time, and definitely another place. “Not out here,” Lauren bit out.

There wasn’t much in the way of secrets in this place. It was common knowledge that Lauren had a dick, and it was common knowledge that her and Camila’s relationship was far more complicated than employer and employee. Nonetheless, she was running a legitimate business, and fooling around with employees in public was about as dumb a move as she could make as the owner.

Ariana’s sultry voice over the speakers filled the air as Bea’s set drew to a close. “Up next, please welcome to the stage McKinley’s very own—Cabello. Get those singles ready, gentlemen.”

Lauren grabbed a handful of Camila’s ass before giving it a sharp pat. She grinned. “Go do your thing, baby.”

“Stick around and watch,” Camila suggested, trailing her hand down Lauren’s back. "I want to dance for you.”

Camila blew her a kiss as she circled around the bar. She took her time walking to the stage, ass swaying with each step in a way that made Lauren forget to blink. Camila’s skimpy dress, a gold, glittery, skintight affair, clung to her curves so tight she might as well be naked. It barely covered her ass. For a moment, Lauren had half a mind to say fuck it and join the customers stage side for a close-up view of Camila peeling it off. She took a gulp of cold Sprite and swished it through her teeth, giving her head a little shake. This girl was going to be the end of her.

Lauren settled back against the bar. “Natalie, favor?”

The girl looked up from her phone. “Sure, boss.”

“Another shot of Gran for me.”

“You got it.”

Once that was down, Lauren edged toward the shadows at the end of the bar. She leaned against the back counter and watched as Camila went to work.

The song was some top-twenty nonsense with banal lyrics, but it had a tight beat, and Camila Cabello was nothing if not a stellar performer. Camila spun around the pole, slow and smooth, a light smile on her lips. She lifted her leg, kicked it up, dress riding up her tanned thigh. Lauren would never understand how such a tiny girl had legs that went on for miles.

Dollar bills landed on stage one after the other as Camila teased her way into hearts and wallets of stageside customers. She pushed down the shoulder straps of her dress, far enough to reveal the swells of the tops of her breasts. Lauren joined the customers in leaning in, just a little closer.

Camila circled the pole, slowly. She managed to catch Lauren’s hungry gaze across the room, and a small, private smile, closer to a smirk, graced her lips. The beat thumped heavy in the air as Camila laid herself out on her back on the stage floor, kicking her legs up, spreading them wide to show off the lacy thong just barely covering her pussy. Lauren groaned softly to herself, imagining those thighs around her neck, flexing as she made Camila come with just her tongue.

“Shit,” Lauren mumbled. She reached down to adjust her rapidly growing cock in her jeans, trying to make room for the thickening shaft. “Every fucking time…”

A voice to her left startled her. “How does she do it?”

Lauren glanced to see Bea downing a shot at the bar. The blonde either hadn’t noticed her self-adjustment or chose to ignore it. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I was up there shaking my ass for ten minutes and I got five dollars. Starr is up there for two minutes now and…well.” Bea gestured emptily. Lauren chuckled, noticing the stage floor was covered in singles. There were probably a couple other denominations in there as well.

“It’s pretty simple,” Lauren said. “She’s able to make every single guy up there believe she wants to fuck them senseless. That she’s stripping just for them. Guys literally throw money at girls they think want to ride their dicks.”

Bea sighed in frustration. “They’re pigs.”

“They’re your paycheck,” Lauren corrected. “Look, I know you’re new at this. Have you considered asking around for advice?”

Bea shook her head. Lauren pursed her lips. The look in her eyes was too familiar. The blonde believed she was just passing through, was too good for this place, was just doing this to make a couple bucks until she moved on to something better. Maybe she was, but if she wanted to make more than that couple bucks—for herself, and the club—she needed an attitude adjustment.

“Look,” said Lauren. “Cabello’s name is Camila. You’ve probably noticed she’s McKinley’s resident diva, and she has one hell of a bitch mode, but she’s also a very nice, thoughtful girl underneath it. You should try and talk to her. She started out exactly where you are now.”

Bea smiled, sighed. “Thanks, Lauren.” She got up and headed back out to the floor, leaving Lauren alone to watch the last of Camila’s show. Just in time—Camila was peeling the dress down the rest of her body, shimmying her ass as she pushed it down her hips. She let the gold fabric pool at her feet. With no bra, she was left with just that skimpy thong. Lauren wanted to rip it off with her teeth.

Her dick throbbed insistently in her jeans as Camila dropped to her knees, traced up her body with her hands. She cupped her tits, pulled at her nipples and bit her lip as she smiled. From there she dropped to all fours, crawling across the stage to give some personal attention to her tippers. She’d greet them with a grin, ask their names, all the while shaking her perfect ass with the beat for the guys across the stage—and Lauren.

By the time it was over, Lauren was literally in pain. She had a raging erection throbbing hard against her thigh, trying to punch through her jeans, and she couldn’t fix it without shoving her hand down her pants. She set the glass on the counter and walked slowly back to her office, nearly doubling over. “Fucking…goddammit,” she hissed. She barely managed to keep a straight face as she stalked past Natalie. Once she made it to her office, she unbuckled her belt and shoved her hand down into her boxers, throwing her head back in relief as she brought her cock up flat against her belly.

With a jolt she realized the door to her office was still open. She glanced over her shoulder and kicked it shut with her heel. Fist still wrapped around her dick, she leaned back against the door and pumped her shaft with a couple sharp tugs. She bit down on her lip, hard, trying to figure out whether she should chase down Camila and have her handle this or take care of it herself. Lauren couldn’t blame Camila entirely; it was her own fault she was such a fucking horndog.

It probably wouldn’t take long. Lauren pushed her pants down her hips a bit, reached down to cup her balls. They were sensitive, heavy with cum as she rubbed her palm against them. “Fuck,” she groaned softly.

A gentle knock on the door sent Lauren flying halfway across the small office. She tugged her jeans up and fumbled with the belt. “Yes?” she barked out. The door wasn’t locked; hopefully whoever it was knew that to Lauren, a closed door and a locked door were one and the same.

“Hey, boss.” Camila’s sultry voice pierced the door and stole Lauren’s breath. “Got a sec?”

Lauren finished buckling her belt and went to open the door. Camila was leaning against the doorframe, back in her tight gold dress—well, nearly. She had the top pushed down to her waist, arms crossed under her bare breasts.

Lauren stared at her tits, helplessly, and just swallowed. Camila just giggled. “Listen,” the dancer whispered. “I saw you hobbling your way back here. I have to go do a dance for a customer real quick, but I will be right back to take care of you, okay?”

Lauren groaned. “How long?”

“A couple songs, that’s all.” Camila leaned up to her, her voice a soft breath next to Lauren’s ear. “I want that hard dick in my mouth so bad, baby, you have no idea. Keep it ready for me to suck?”

Lauren moaned, nearly blind with lust as Camila clutched the thick bulge of her shaft through her jeans. Without taking time to think about it, she pulled Camila inside her office and pushed her down to her knees, back to the wall. Lauren unzipped her fly. Camila squeaked softly but stayed where Lauren put her. “Baby,” she hissed, “he’s waiting, I can't—mmfff…”

Lauren shoved her cock between Camila’s lips, plunging into her mouth mid-word. “He can wait a little longer,” Lauren grunted. “Long enough for me to fuck your slutty mouth.” Camila moaned her acquiescence around her cock and sucked, curled her tongue around the shaft. Lauren leaned out to check the hall—vacant—and braced herself on the doorframe. She pushed her cock further into Camila’s mouth, sighing in pleasure as the brunette’s sucking lips took her in. She paused at the opening of Camila’s throat before grabbing Camila’s head in both her hands, pressing her firmly to the wall, and thrusting forward with her hips, hard.

”Mmmffff,“ Camila groaned, low and long, letting Lauren fuck deep into her throat with a few rough thrusts. Lauren buried her cock in Camila’s mouth, down to the hilt, and paused, Camila’s nose pressed hard against her rough pubic hair, her cockhead lodged firmly a couple inches down Camila’s tight throat. Camila swallowed, whimpered hungrily around her dick. Lauren fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts once, twice, thrice, before she came. Her cock jerked, and she shot her load down Camila’s throat, pulse after pulse of hot cum spurting from her dick. Camila swallowed every drop.

Lauren pulled out, all at once, and stepped back, her cock standing proud and shining with Camila’s spit.

Camila panted, stood on shaky legs. "Fuck,” she whispered, wiping at her mouth. “Do you know how fucking wet I am right now?”

Lauren stepped in to kiss her, her dick pressing hot and hard against Camila’s thigh. “Go do your dance,” she murmured, “but hurry back.”

Camila leaned up into the kiss, licked into Lauren’s mouth, nearly vibrating with arousal. “Forget the dance,” she said. “Fuck me, Lauren! Please!”

“Don’t think so.” Lauren made no effort to hide her smugness; it was extraordinarily hard to turn the tables on Camila like this. “I mean, if you want to piss off one of your customers, I’ll absolutely fuck you right here and now, but who knows how much he might tip…”

Camila sighed and Lauren smacked her butt. “Go hustle,” she said, urging Camila out the door. She closed it on the brunette before she had a chance to turn back.

Remembering to lock it this time, Lauren went to her chair and took a seat. She took her cock in her fist and closed her eyes, grinning at how it was slick from Camila’s throat. Beat spitting on her own palm for sure. She jerked off, slowly, careful not to get herself too close. She needed to stay hard, not come all over herself and risk greeting a horny Camila Cabello with a soft dick.

She barely managed it, and by the time that same knock sounded on her door, she was panting, having imagined a lot of different ways to fuck Camila when she got back. She whimpered as she removed her hand from her dick. She barely had the presence of mind to realize it could be someone besides Camila. “Busy, what is it?” she called out, voice clipped.

“You’re about to get a lot busier,” Camila replied through the door.

Lauren nearly tripped over herself rushing to the door. She yanked a giggling Camila inside and closed the door, locking it with a click. “Miss me?” Camila teased.

Lauren answered her with a kiss, rough and deep, and Camila melted into her arms, moaning softly into Lauren’s mouth.

“How was the dance?” Lauren teased, nipping at Camila’s neck. “You come all over his dick?”

Camila snorted. She wrapped her arms around Lauren. “That little thing he had poking me in the back? Hardly. I need a real dick, baby, I need it so bad…”

Lauren guided Camila’s hand to her cock, biting her lip as the brunette’s small hand closed around her shaft and tugged. “How’s that one?” she murmured. “Big enough for a slut like you?”

“Perfect,” Camila answered. She dropped to her knees, practically purring as she licked her way up Lauren’s shaft, from her balls to the head. Lauren groaned and threaded her fingers through Camila’s hair, content to let Camila drive this time. Camila teased her way around Lauren’s dick, licking and sucking but never taking more than her cockhead into her hot mouth for a quick suck. She grinned up at Lauren before burying her face in her balls. Licking at her sac, she moaned as Lauren’s cock jerked untouched where it rested across her face.

Camila took one testicle into her mouth, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin surrounding it. Lauren lived for having her balls licked, and this was sending her reeling. “That’s it,” she panted. “Suck my balls, like a good whore.”

Camila hummed into Lauren’s balls, gently sucked the other testicle into her mouth. Lauren’s balls were pretty big if you asked her, but Camila somehow managed to hold them both in her mouth, her lips stretched wide with the effort. Camila licked at her sac as best she could with her mouth so full, sliding her tongue around and sucking rhythmically. Lauren pressed her cock down against Camila’s face; it stretched, hot and throbbing, past her forehead. Lauren just thought Camila looked really fucking hot with a set of balls shoved in her mouth, stretching her lips and cheeks, and a big cock pressed against her pretty face.

With one last suck Camila let Lauren’s spit-soaked balls drop from her lips, grinning as she gave them a lengthy lick. “Do it again,” Camila said. “Please.”

“Sure, but what?”

“Throw me against the wall, or your desk, or something so I can’t pull away,” Camila said, “and fucking…fuck my mouth until I can’t breathe.”

“Fucking…come here. Sit.” Lauren guided Camila to sit her ass on the floor, her back and her head pressed to Lauren’s tank of a desk. The tiny brunette grinned and opened her mouth wide, pushed her pink tongue out, breathing heavy as Lauren stepped up to her, cock hard in her fist. “You a slut for my dick or what?” Lauren breathed. “Fuck, Camila.”

“Would I be begging you to fuck my mouth if I wasn’t a slut for your big fucking cock?” Camila teased. “I want it down my throat, Lauren.” Camila arched her neck, fingers trailing down her throat. “All the way down here. You know I can’t choke on it, but you’d better try to make me.”

Lauren slapped her dick across Camila’s face. “What a little cockslut,” she added. Camila blinked, her dark eyes and parted lips showed her just how much that turned her on. Lauren pushed her dick into Camila’s mouth, but not far, just enough to tease her. She pulled back out, cock wet with spit, and slapped her dick off Camila’s cheek, twice, then once on the other side.

Lauren grinned. “Open your mouth.”

Camila opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and Lauren grunted as she slapped that with her heavy cock, too. Her cockhead was leaking precum liberally, and she switched between rubbing it against Camila’s soft tongue, leaving streaks of it, and striking her tongue with her cockshaft. She dickslapped Camila’s face a few more times, wanting to memorize the look of raw fucking arousal in Camila’s eyes every time she did, before she decided she’d teased the poor girl enough.

With no warning, she set her cockhead on Camila’s tongue, just inside her mouth, leaned over her, bracing herself on her desk, and pushed with her hips, hard, fucking her dick into Camila’s mouth and down into her throat in one rough thrust, landing with her balls pressed firmly against Camila’s chin. Camila immediately choked on her cock, throat convulsing around her shaft at the sudden intrusion. Lauren quickly tried to pull out, worried she’d gone too far, but Camila just met her eyes and nodded, sucking to keep Lauren’s cockhead in her mouth. “Sorry,” Lauren whispered, before adding, “Good girl.”

Camila smirked around the cock in her mouth, sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. Lauren grunted and started fucking her mouth, shallow thrusts at first, not that fast—just setting a pace. She used about half her cock, enjoying the way Camila’s pouty lips stretched to take her shaft inch by inch. Soon Lauren took Camila’s head in her hands, threading her hair in her fingers, and Camila mewled excitement around her dick, ready to get her throat fucked. “Swallow my cock, Camila,” Lauren said, slowly feeding her more and more of her thick shaft. “Come on, deepthroat my dick.” Lauren felt her cockhead arrive at the opening of Camila’s throat and arched up slightly, pushed with her hips, groaning as she felt her dick slide home into Camila’s tight, swallowing throat.

“Good girl,” Lauren gasped, shakily. She nearly came there, so she took a moment, just letting her cock sit in Camila’s throat before neatly sliding out. She set her cockhead on Camila’s tongue, let the girl breathe through her nose for a minute. Then she pressed the back of Camila’s head to her desk to keep the girl from pulling away from her cock, and she let loose.

Lauren fucked her throat with rough, quick thrusts, burying her entire shaft in Camila’s mouth on each push. Her heavy balls slapped roughly against Camila’s chin. Camila moaned under the assault, swallowing around Lauren’s dick as best she could. “Holy shit,” Lauren groaned. She was going to come soon, and it was going to be a lot. She gritted her teeth and pounded away at Camila’s hot mouth, nearly seeing stars at how fucking good Camila’s sucking mouth felt around her cock, how her tight throat convulsed around her cockhead every time it pushed down into her gullet. And the sounds, the rough, slick-wet sounds of Camila’s mouth and throat getting slammed with cock, were driving her crazy.

Gluk. Gluk. Gluk.

Mmffff. Mm-hm.

Gluk. Gluk. Gluk.

She kept it up as long as she could, only pulling back to let Camila breathe. Camila became a panting mess, spit drooling down her chin, but she sucked at Lauren’s cock like it was her purpose in life, ensuring Lauren faced her own assault. Her balls tightened threateningly, and she felt her orgasm approaching like a freight train as she throatfucked Camila. “I’m gonna cum,” Lauren huffed. “Right down your throat. Fucking drink it, Camila, like a good slut. Drink my cum.”

Lauren buried her cock in Camila’s throat, all the way down, balls pressed tight against her chin, and she came. Spurt after heavy spurt, she shot her load of thick cum into Camila’s swallowing throat. Somehow it felt like a heavier load than the one before. She backed out a little, then a little more, and Camila opened her mouth wide as Lauren shot onto her pink tongue, laying thick white ropes across it. She finished by letting a couple drops of cum land on Camila’s lips and cheek before wiping her cockhead on her chin.

Lauren composed herself, stepping back on shaky legs as Camila swallowed the rest of Lauren’s load.

“That was fucking hot,” Camila panted. She wiped at her mouth, then again, before standing up and finding the Kleenex on Lauren’s desk. “Messy,” she admitted, wiping at her face with a couple tissues, “but really hot.” Balancing herself against the desk, Camila pulled her thong down and kicked it off. The fabric was dark, soaked with Camila’s arousal, and Lauren’s gaze tripped up find Camila’s pussy slick and dripping. She licked her lips.

“I’m thinking you need to sit on my face,” Lauren rasped. “Like, now.”

“Oh? No arguments here.” Camila grinned. “It won’t take much,” she admitted. “I don’t know why getting my mouth fucked turns me on so much but it really, really does.”

“It’s ‘cause you’re a kinky bitch. No mystery there, really.”

Camila shrugged. “Guilty as charged.”

Lauren laughed and took her hand, walking her to the small leather couch on the far wall. She climbed on and stretched out across it on her back, pulling Camila to climb on over her. The tiny dancer threw a leg over Lauren’s body and carefully perched herself over Lauren’s head, lowering her pussy over Lauren’s mouth. Lauren could smell the heavy scent of her, and she grinned as she wrapped her arms around Camila’s thighs and urged her downward.

Lauren licked into her soaked folds, humming at the familiar, tangy taste of Camila on her tongue. “You taste so good,” she murmured, dipping her tongue in to find more of her arousal. She didn’t have a secret weapon to giving awesome head, like Camila’s lack of a gag reflex, but she’d always gotten by just fine with raw talent.

Lauren fucked Camila’s opening with her tongue, humming into her pussy as more arousal flooded her mouth. She licked at her folds, sucked them lightly into her mouth, and it wasn’t long before Rachel’s clit was throbbing. Lauren tapped it with her tongue, grinning at the moans she was coaxing from Camila.

She took Camila’s clit into her mouth, toying with it, sucking too gently, and then she started all over again with tongue fucking Camila’s pussy. She worked Camila up into a panting, groaning mess all over again, slowly, because she wanted Camila to see her precious fucking stars when she finally came. Her cue arrived when Camila started grinding her pussy roughly against Lauren’s mouth, likely unconsciously, her hips jerking lightly, breathing erratic.

Lauren sucked Camila’s clit, lashed it with her tongue, tapping out a rhythm that had Camila’s thighs flexing.

Camila came hard, hands threading in Lauren’s hair, her back arching as she pushed down against Lauren’s mouth. She had the presence of mind, somehow, not to scream, and Lauren counted herself lucky—Camila was exceedingly vocal when she came. Camila’s girl cum flooded Lauren’s chin, hot and slick, as Lauren drew her out, guided her through with gentle licks at her clit until Camila lifted her sensitive pussy away from Lauren’s mouth.

Camila stretched out over Lauren’s body to lay with her, smiling as their legs tangled together. Lauren was still wearing all her clothes somehow, but she appreciated the warmth of Camila. She wrapped an arm around the brunette’s back, her fingers drawing idle arcs across the soft skin of Camila’s shoulder.

Camila kissed her, humming at the taste of herself on her lips. “I wish we could stay back here, but we both should probably get back to work,” she admitted.

“Easy for you to say.” Lauren thrust lightly with her hips, pressing her hard cock against Camila’s thigh.

“Again?” Camila giggled when she felt it. “How? You already came twice.”

Lauren shrugged. “You know my dick has never played by the rules. You up for it?”

Camila grinned in answer. She sat up and straddled Lauren’s lap, reaching under her to pull Lauren’s cock out. Hand wrapped around the base of her shaft, Camila shifted herself into position, poised to sit on her dick. She spent a moment rubbing her cockhead through the lips of her pussy, teasing Lauren by taking just the tip into her opening before sliding it through her folds again. Lauren was close to letting a whine escape her lips when Camila finally lowered herself fully, taking all of Lauren’s thick shaft in her pussy.

Lauren’s hands flew to Camila’s hips. She hissed out a breath at the tight heat enveloping her dick, couldn’t hold back a moan when Camila lifted and lowered herself, setting a slow pace as she fucked herself on Lauren’s cock.

“Come on,” Santana murmured. “Show me how a cockslut rides dick, Camila.”

Camila grinned and rocked a little faster. Gaze focused on Lauren’s chest, Camila soon unbuttoned Lauren’s shirt and pulled her bra down, exposing her tits. Lauren’s grip on Camila’s hips tightened as Camila cupped her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. The pleasure seemed to come from everywhere at once. Lauren moaned, arching up into Camila. “Feels good,” she said softly. “I love it when you play with my tits. And you, baby, you look so fucking hot riding my dick.”

Camila smiled and picked up her pace, going from rocking to bouncing, sending her bangs flying from her forehead with each thrust down on Lauren’s cock. Rachel’s own tits shook with her rhythm. She braced herself on Lauren’s shoulders, a look of concentration on her face as she chased another release. They were pressed for time, were already out of it really, so once they started Camila pushed hard and fast.

“I’m gonna cum,” Camila said suddenly, her brow pinched. “Fill me up, please, Lauren. I want to feel you cum in me.”

Lauren smirked. “Don’t you worry, baby, I’ve been saving this load for your slutty pussy. Gonna fill you up with my cum, maybe send you back out on the floor with my cum dripping from your pussy, down your thighs. Let everyone see what a slut you are.”

Lauren’s words sent her over the edge, a sigh of pleasure spilling from Camila’s lips as she came. Her pussy tightened rhythmically on Lauren’s cock, and Lauren’s balls tightened before she followed Camila. Lauren thrust with her hips, arching up as she shot her load into Camila’s clenching cunt, ropes of hot cum filling Camila’s pussy. “Holy shit,” she puffed. “Camila, fuck.”

Once they’d come down, Camila collapsed onto Lauren’s chest with a shaky sigh, not bothering to pull Lauren’s cock from her pussy.

“I don’t want to move,” Camila confessed. Lauren just wrapped an arm around her again, pressed a kiss to her temple.

They spent a moment in silence, just letting their bodies cool down together. Lauren’s office phone rung shrilly, and Camila jumped in Lauren’s arms. “It’s so loud,” she complained. “And very, very sudden.”

“You get used to it.” She tapped Camila’s side. “I need to take the call, I’ve already ditched one tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll clean up and get back out on the floor.” She kissed Lauren’s lips. “See you out there, baby.”

Lauren made it to the phone while Camila dressed herself. “Thank you for calling McKinley’s, this is Lauren.”

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