"Reception." A young voice responds. "Yeah. Would you please get hold of Kriti Kaur? Tell her to get her ass out of her sneakers, put on some proper heels and get her ass up to my fucking office!?" You can barely hold your temper.

And once more, you slam the phone down.

You didn't call upon Kriti often, but this was a sweet deal. An openly bisexual, deeply talented and erotic young woman at your call when needed. She was trans (if you want) and can give you a proper fuck. You move quickly to the blinds to ensure privacy, pulling them over the windows. Someone was going to relieve your stress, and it was going to be Kriti.

You pace the office methodically, mulling over your day from hell, when there's a knock at the door. "Come in." You bark. The door handle turns, and in steps the girl you needed right now. Kriti Kaur. She stands tall in your doorway.

She's a 5'8 woman, at just 21 years of age, and had the perfect level of sexual vigor you needed for a lesbian secret.

She steps into the room, her rounded, flirty smile crossing her bright red lips as she throws back her sweeping ginger hair. Beneath a crisp, tightly fastenened, long sleeve white blouse, a pair of C cups a concealed. Over the top, a grey tartan style pinafore dress hangs immaculately over her petite shape. Her shapely thighs and legs are clad in an opaque black pair of tights. As you'd requested, the young woman had swapped her white Vans out for a pair if suede effect black T-bar high heels, elevating her those few extra inches, the way you liked her. You look into her purple eyes, clearly wearing her coloured contacts, and admire her double winged cateye as she enters, her heels clunking on the carpetted floor. Even her nails were immaculately painted purple. Likely her toenails would be the same. But then, you paid Kriti to 'look sexy as fuck' at all times, your exact words in your hushed interview. Too bad you couldn't put that in her contract.

"Is this a door closed kind of meeting sweetie?" Kriti winks, looking your agitated self up and down. "Yes. Shut the fucking door and lock it." You order her. "Oooo... one of those days." Kriti coos, closing the door without taking her eyes off you, before leaning back against it, turning the lock flirtily behind her back. "So... what can I do for you sweetie... or to you?"

That's what you wanted. It was time to get what only another woman could do for you. You didn't call upon her too often, but the sex you had with her was absolutely wild. And wild was what you needed right now.