A/N: Hello. Unusually for me I'm not exactly sure where this story is going. I have a vague idea and I'd like to know if I should continue or if it's a non starter. So any reviews will, as ever, be much appreciated.

Naomi and Emily met some years ago, there was an instant attraction, but it's not as straightforward as it seems.

This is mostly plot free smuttiness but as I say, if you think it's worth it I'll definitely try harder to flesh out a story based on my initial musings.

I push against the wall as my head slams backwards, "fuck..."

My hands slide frantically against the tiles, then they grab a fist of red hair and press her mouth closer towards me, "oh yesss... Oh good god yessss..."

Just as it's done for the last ten minutes her tongue flicks, licks and strokes as her immaculately manicured fingers pump faster and faster into me. She pushes my legs wider allowing her deeper access, an action that elicits a low moan from the back of my throat. It's a good job this is a private bathroom, it means I can be as loud as I want, it's always the same when she fucks me, I can't help it.

She continues her deep, strong thrusts, driving harder and harder as her mouth works me higher until my legs begin to buckle, "Aggggghhhh... Yes... Yes... Fucking yes..."

I cry out as I finally come into her mouth, my whole body quivers and I'm pretty sure I'd be in a heap on the floor if she wasn't supporting me. I take shallow breaths, desperately drawing in oxygen as I start to calm down.

"We're not done yet." She growls as she sucks even harder on my clit and swipes her tongue back and forth as her fingers twist inside me.

I'm not sure which one of us moans loudest as she continues her relentless assault, within seconds I don't care as the heat builds inside me again. I shouldn't be surprised, she's rarely satisfied with making me come once, although usually she leaves a bigger gap between the times she takes me.

Even though I've just orgasmed, I know for certain it's going to happen again, she's always had the power to reduce me to a shuddering wreck and she never stops until she decides I've had enough, even if I beg...

Her nails scrape inside me, her teeth scrape across my clit and that's it I come like a rocket at blast off, head back, bucking hips, hands clawing at the head driving me towards oblivion.

Christ she knows how to make me feel good. Although I can't be 100% sure I sense she's smiling as her slow licks bring me down gently from my high.

She waits until my breathing slows before she rises and kisses me, "My God, I didn't think it was possible but fucking you gets better and better. I bloody love it."

"Maybe don't leave it so long next time..." I utter.

She smiles sadly, "Baby, you know if things could be different..."

I nod, "Yeah I know, sorry. Now let me return that rather amazing favour."

She shakes her head, "I have to go but I'll definitely take you up on that offer next time... and it'll be soon."

"Promise?" I hate the neediness in my voice.

She nods, "Naomi, if I didn't have a meeting with the bank, your fingers would be inside me right now."

"You could always pop back in afterwards." I suggest.

She laughs, "we'll see, but it is tempting. For some reason I'm full of nervous energy..."

I smile, "I have an excellent, and very quick, way to get rid of that."

She glances at her watch, turns back, and steps out of her expensive silk knickers, "I suppose it won't matter if I'm a couple of minutes late..."

Once she's gone I rattle round the office. How rude, let me introduce myself, Naomi Campbell, grifter extraordinaire even if I say so myself and just so you know, I hate the phrase con artist or thief. There's a real art in what we do so to reduce it to something 'petty' is quite an insult. We're not talking pick pocketing here. Anyone can bump against someone, smile as they apologise and help themselves to the contents of a bag. It's how we all cut our teeth. No I'm talking about cleverly thought out, precision planning, always one step ahead.

Also we never fleece anyone who doesn't deserve it, the mark is always dodgy. Most of them have a veneer of respectability, politician, world renowned surgeon, city banker, no wait, they're never respectable. But anyway, the one thing they have in common is that no matter how seemingly innocent they appear they got their cash by shafting someone else. All we're doing is redressing the balance.

I've got quite striking eyes so I'm told, so to leave no lasting impression is quite a feat. It's especially impressive when the job's bigger and I might meet you a few times before I help myself to some of your ill gotten gains.

Never trust anyone. It's a motto I've lived by all my life and it's stood me in good stead. The only people I care about are my Mum and my long standing mates Cook and Effy.

Actually there's her as well, but that's so fucked it's hardly worth mentioning. Who am I kidding? Meeting her was the start, and in some ways the end, of any sort of normal existence I might have otherwise had. So it's always worth mentioning...

Now don't go reaching for the sick bucket but have you ever met someone and just wanted to take care of them? Your head instantly fills with pictures of domestic bliss, for a brief moment you're skipping along, holding hands and you can see how your life could be quasi conventional with this person?

That's what it was like the day I met her and nothing was ever quite the same again. It's not like I fell in love or anything, not at first anyway. But by Christ I wanted to fuck her, every fibre in my body ached for her, I was desperate to get her naked and writhing beneath me.

Before her I was a bit of a player, we all were. What could be better than a random fuck after a successful job, when the adrenaline rushes through you and you're awash with cash? We were always brimming with confidence, in our line of work we had to be, so we'd head out to a club or a bar and turn on the charm.

We were never short of offers, even Cook with his sleazy chat up lines. Effy has got all this mysterious vulnerability about her, she's fucking hard as nails, but a few flutters of her eyelashes makes people gravitate towards her, it actually comes in handy a lot of the time, not just when she wants a shag.

As for me? I generally prefer girls but I wasn't averse to screwing a guy occasionally when the pickings were slim. Now don't get me wrong the choice of women was usually quite a lot wider than you think. Most might say they're straight but believe me there are still enough who want some good old fashioned girl on girl action, even if it's, in their own words 'an experiment'.

But I don't judge nor do I label. I've had some great experiences with bi-curious women (top tip girls, if you're ok licking a fanny it might suggest a bit more than curiosity) and I've been fucked quite efficiently by the odd bloke (notice the term efficiently? Yes it achieved something, but it was never going to rock my world).

Obviously the girls who already knew they were gay were easiest to pull. A few drinks, a cheeky smile and the odd wink usually did the trick. Before you knew it they were eagerly offering themselves to you, quietly begging you to fuck them, to make them come. So I did and I usually got a damn good orgasm in return.

She was one of the more reticent ones, shy even. Even though I knew straight away she wanted me, she wouldn't admit it at first. She even flirted but it was always done with this air of untouchability, like I'd never really have her.

I laugh to myself at that point, it was pretty much right and wrong in equal measure. Nearly seven years after I met her, even though, like earlier, we still fucked regularly, I still wasn't sure whether she'd ever properly be mine.

Seven years earlier

"Job for you babe. Rob Fitch, behind with the rent on his gym." Cook flourishes the paper towards me.

I take it and look at the docket, "Oh fuck Cook, why me? Remind me again why we're doing this shit?"

He rolled his eyes, "cos it pays the bills babe."

"Come to London, we can live the high life, the pavements are covered in gold." I mimicked.

"What's Ms Grumpy on about now?" Effy asks as she walks in from having a fag.

I glare at her, "Am I the only one who thinks this is utter bollocks? We're supposed to be rolling in cash after successfully screwing some rich guys over, not a fucking debt collection agency."

She shrugs, "for now this pays the bills..."

I snort, "do you both rehearse that line?"

"He's got twin girls, legal and quite good looking apparently." Cook attempts to placate me.

"Oh Jesus Christ as if I'm that bloody obvious." I scoff.

Effy stares, "seems to have done the trick. Blondie is getting all hot under the collar."

"No I'm not..." I say sulkily.

Alright, that's a lie, I am ok? I mean twins, twice the fun, who the hell hasn't fantasied about that?

I sigh, "fine, am I going for threats, payment or pain?"

Cook laughs in triumph, "threats obviously and try to get the money first, if not... I guess Mr McClair might want his pound of flesh..."

I nod, "Ok, see you later."

"Naoms?"

I turn around.

"Go in and out, do your job and please try not to fuck the daughters eh?"

I grin, "as if I would..."

Thirty minutes later I stand outside a suburban house, I ring the doorbell and wait patiently until it's answered.

"Rob Fitch?" I ask.

He nods

"I think we need to have a little chat about some money you owe my employer." I say as I make my way inside.

His eyes widen as he realises why I'm here, "please, I just need a bit more time..."

I shrug, "three months behind Rob, that's plenty of time don't you think?"

He crumbles, "listen, seriously, they don't know, none of them know. I promise, give me a week and I'll get you the money."

"Rob sweetheart, who are you speaking to?" A Scottish voice burrs.

I smile and hold out my hand as the woman comes into view, "Hello Mrs Fitch, I'm one of Rob's colleagues."

"Oh, nice to meet you, Er?" She looks expectantly at Rob who's sweating.

"I'm Naomi one of the personal trainers at the gym." I explain.

She gives a high pitched laugh, "you didn't say you'd taken on new staff darling."

Rob swallows, "I'm sure I did babe, Naomi's there for the power plates."

I grin, "nothing I like more than working up a sweat."

Alright so it's mean to suggest there's anything going on but I'm not here for a nice lunch am I?

There's a commotion on the stairs, a brazen girl stares me out, I'm guessing she's one of the twins, if they're both this well, ahem, proportioned I might not be able to keep the promise I made to Cook.

"Who the fuck are you?" She sneers.

I smile, "I'm Naomi, and you are?"

"None of your business bitch." She spits back.

"Katie! Don't be so rude to our guest." Rob says unsurely as his gaze flits backwards and forwards.

She returns to her phone with a disinterested shrug, "Whatevs."

I could definitely tap that. Brusque, no nonsense and I bet she's filthy.

She notices me staring at her tits and she scoffs. "Babe, you couldn't afford this if you won the lottery."

I glance towards Rob, "Sometimes I guess we all want what we can't afford."

"Why is everyone in the hall?"

I glance up and meet the confused brown eyes, where her twin is steely, rude and sure of herself she lacks confidence. But she fixes me with an unwavering stare and suddenly it feels like the temperature in the room increases.

"Emily, this is a colleague of mine, Naomi." Rob explains.

"Oh, hi."

"Hello," I lick my lips and let her know I'm definitely wondering what's under that nice tight top she's wearing.

We stare at each other for slightly too long before she breaks eye contact. Sorry Cook, but all bets are off, I can already tell she wants me and if we were alone I'd be fucking her as we speak.

"So Rob, you have twins?" I ask.

He scowls, "yes and they're the apple of my eye..."

My gaze flits back towards Emily, "I can see why."

"Naomi, please,..."

I laugh, "Jesus Rob, even I'm not that bad. End of the week yeah?"

He nods, "no problem."

I walk towards the door, they eye me strangely but Emily follows me out.

"How much does he owe?"

I think about lying, but I don't. "A few grand."

She sighs, "and he has until the end of the week?"

"Emily. If he pays there's no issue. I never have to come here again and disturb your family time." I explain.

Her next comment floors me, "pity, because I quite liked the interruption..."

A few days later I'm at the club. It's not exactly high end or salubrious but it actually gives a few new DJs the opportunity to shine. Ok so it's not really about the music, it's a front for money laundering and selling drugs, but as my wonderful friends keep reminding me, it pays the bills.

Cook walks into the office as I lift my head fresh from snorting a line of coke.

"Fuck's sake Naoms, don't stick all the rent money up your nose."

"I'm not, I'm testing the merchandise, gives it the personal touch being able to recommend it." I quip back. "And I can confirm it's seriously good shit."

He nods, "yup, definitely gets the night off to a flying start."

"How is it out there? Anything promising?" I ask hopefully.

He grins, "come on Naoms, everything is promising, just depends if you can convert it."

I grin back, "Cook, I can always convert it, you know that."

He laughs, "True. Eff's already pulled twice, some lucky, lucky boys out there tonight."

I tut, "As if you'd know..."

"Listen blondie, just because you and her had a bit of a lezza testing phase doesn't mean she's into fanny. Trust me, she's a cock cruncher, and yes, that is based on personal experience."

I roll my eyes, "Cook, you were off your tits, neither of you actually remember what happened, Christ you don't even know for sure you had sex. I on the other hand can recall very clearly my adventures with Ms Stonem, and believe me she'll give most dykes I know a good run for their money."

He smiles sarcastically, "go fuck yourself. Oh, speaking of dykes, there's some bird trying to get in, says she knows you."

I shrug, "I know lots of birds, had most of the interesting ones, doesn't mean I want them anywhere near the club."

Cook smirks, "trust me, if you ain't already fucked this one you soon will. Proper mint."

I wander to the entrance and see her tentatively waiting. She's wearing a tighter top than the last time I saw her, it leaves very little to the imagination. Her skirt is so short it should be illegal. Immediately my head is filled with graphic pictures of her on the floor, barely there skirt pushed up, knickers, if she's wearing any, cast aside, legs wide open as I feast on her wet, welcoming pussy.

"It's Emily right?" I say casually even though we both know it's her name.

She nods as I open the rope barrier and let her in. My hand rests on the small of her back as I guide her through the club.

I lean towards her, "what can I get you to drink?"

"Vodka, ice, but otherwise as it comes."

The noise normally makes it hard to hear, but everything she says is clearly audible. Just like our pervious meeting, I feel myself getting aroused as she stands near me, I'm definitely fucking her tonight, no chance she'll get away this time.

I hand her the glass, she downs it and licks her lips. Christ, I'm desperate to feel that tongue against me.

"Another?"

She nods.

I order a shot and once again she finishes it in one go.

"I've got something a bit stronger in my office if you fancy it?"

Again she nods and I lead her back through the club. We reach the room and I open a bottle of bourbon. "Two fingers?"

She smirks as she takes the glass, "always works for me..."

I stare at her, "to be honest I didn't have you pegged as the forward type."

"Thought I'd be shy?" She asks with false bravado as I notice the slight shake of her hand.

Interesting, not as confident as she's pretending then.

I shrug and decide to be bold, "not necessarily, but I could tell you wanted me to fuck you, I just wasn't sure how easy it would be for you to ask."

Emily shifts uncomfortably, "how... how... could you tell?"

I snort, "there are always signs babe. Dilated pupils, licking of lips, lingering looks, it's all there."

"I'm not like that..." Emily stutters.

I stare, "really? Doesn't make much difference to me either way. You can be as straight as you like, firmly in the closet or gay as a window. You're still here, in my office, lowering your inhibitions, and I think we both know why."

"I've never... I mean... I'm not..." She stutters as I close the distance between us.

I raise my eyebrow, "Emily, if this is some sort of 'fuck me and let my Daddy off his debt' shite, then it isn't a goer. I'll screw you if it's what you want, but not as some sort of payment in kind."

She looks affronted, "how dare you, I'm not a prostitute..."

I smile smugly as I allow my fingertips to slowly circle her increasingly erect nipples while she bites her bottom lip, "so you must want to be fucked?"

She stares at me and I know the answer.

"How old are you?" I ask as continue gently rubbing.

Her nostrils flare, "old enough."

I pause my actions and wait.

"I'm twenty." She utters breathlessly as I resume the soft flicking of my nails.

She's only a year or so younger than me but she seems far more innocent, I'm more than happy to change that..."Have you ever been screwed Emily?"

She moans, "not by a woman..."

"But you want to be?" I check again.

"Just by you..."

She lets me lead her over to the edge of the desk and she gulps as I turn her around so she faces away from me. I lean in and my breath tickles her neck. My hands push inside her top and I continue to massage the full tits I find inside. Her nipples harden even more as she pushes back into me.

"It's very simple Emily but I need you to say it. And believe me I'm more than happy to oblige, so my answer is a given." I utter as I press against her.

She trembles beneath me. "I want you... I want you to fuck me..."

I smile and run my hands up the inside of her thighs, before I pull up her skirt. "Those little panties are wet aren't they?"

A nod.

"When I dip my finger into them, I bet you're already open and waiting?" I ask.

"Yesss... I'm so ready for you..."

"Doesn't only have to be my fingers, I'm pretty adept with my tongue too." I continue as I remove her soaked knickers.

"I don't care..." She hisses. "Fuck me... Lick me... Do what the hell you like..."

I tentatively enter her with one finger, at first just up to the knuckle but she drives her hips backwards and pushes me deeper inside. So then I use two fingers, slowly sliding them into her as her hands grip the edge of the desk.

I thrust in and out a couple of times as I continue to talk, "My God you want this..."

She nods. "Yes... ever since the other day... It's all... it the only thing I've been able to think about..."

"Did you do anything?" I ask curiously.

Her arm reaches round the back of my neck as she bucks towards my fingers, "Yes... I had a shower and... Oh God... I... Oh... I... made myself come..."

"Like this?"

"No... Christ... not like this... nothing like this..." she utters as she presses against me.

Her admission causes my fingers to pump harder. I reach down with my other hand and circle her clit before I start to rub it. My actions get quicker as I feel her quake beneath me.

"I'll fuck you over and over, all the live long day."

She moans loudly, "Oh... Oh fuck... God... Yesss."

My fingers thrust and rub harder until she's whimpering beneath me, "that's it Emily, come for me, let yourself go..."

"Ohhhhhh...

Fuckkkkkk...

Yessssss..."

Her cries echo round the room as she comes spectacularly. My god, I've made girls orgasm before, I love the moment of release, the point when they let go completely as a result of what I've done, but this is something else. She grips me tightly as she rides it out, my fingers are still inside her, I press against her clit and I kiss her neck as she writhes and jerks beneath me.

"That was so fucking beautiful..."

She collapses forward and pants against the desk as I gently withdraw both sets of fingers. Unusually for me I wonder what we do now? Maybe she'll simply leave, maybe we'll make small talk about the weather, but hopefully, in spite of her inexperience, she'll want to fuck me back. Luckily I don't have long to wait or to think.

Emily turns and bites her bottom lip before she grabs the waistband of my jeans. She flips us as I'm pushed against the desktop and after a flurry of activity I find not only am I naked from the waist down there's a very eager redhead in residence between my thighs.

She pushes my legs further apart and murmurs as she presses into me. Her tongue impatiently probes and licks, stroking back and forth as she alternates between flicks across my clit and plunges inside me. I begin to rock my hips towards her.

"Oh Jesus... Oh God yes..."

She quickens her pace. I'm assuming the fact she's never been fucked by a woman means she's never done this before either. Believe me, a lot of girls I've been with could learn a thing or two from her...

"Fuck Emily..."

Ok, so the fact I've fucked her helps, making her orgasm has definitely heightened my arousal, seeing her enthusiastically lapping away pressing harder and harder against me as stiff fingers join her circling tongue, it's inevitable right? I mean there's no need to feel embarrassed because it doesn't take much more before I fall back across the desk, cry out a series of swear words as I push my hips towards her and come pretty spectacularly, and noisily, into her inviting mouth.

She continues to softly lick and I feel her moan as she teases me gently back down.

Once my breathing slows she rises and stares at me as she licks her fingers, "So that's what all the fuss is about..."

I smile, "Phft, that? Wasn't anything compared to what else I can show you..."

"I have a feeling you and I are going to be good friends." she says with a smirk as she pulls her underwear back on.

"Keep doing that babe and we'll be best mates in no time."

"See you soon." Emily says with a smile as she leaves.

I nod, "You can count on it."

So seven years later. Here we are.

We still fuck regularly, occasionally at my place, sometimes in a hotel when we go away on 'business' or like today in a VIP bathroom or the office at the club when she's in town.

Trouble is she's not Emily Fitch anymore. No, that wide eyed innocent girl is long gone.

These days she's Emily McClair.

Yeah, that's right.

We're still together after a fashion, still crazy about each other.

Only now, she's married to my boss.