A little preview before I leave...

20B: Short preview of what's to come

"Let's forget everyone Karma. Let's forget everyone and everything for twenty minutes." Amy lifts Karma's legs up and hooked them over her shoulders. She lowers her upper body just enough for her head to engulf completely with the shallow end of Karma's thighs; placing both arms on either side of Karma's hips. "I can't stay away from you. I can't and I don't want to. Feel your heart Karma and give up to it. Forget everything. In this world, right now, even if it is for twenty minutes, it's just us." Her voice had decreased in pitch and sounded so suave and low that it tugged at Karma's heart and yanked it.

"Let me taste you. Because Lord knows I've wanted to ever since you walked in my office." Amy murmurs, swallowing a big lump of eagerness and anxiousness as she begins to savor Karma's bottom lips with her eyes.

Karma's conscious of Amy's presence down there as she relaxes to the overwhelming sensation. She's conscious of it and she's not fantasizing it as she's done for years when she goes to sleep. This is better. Amy's tongue has yet begun its caress that Karma had already lost control of her body as she shifts sensually, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her lips to bite it sexily as Amy's hot breath brushes over her dilated vulvae.

Amy has missed this.

Amy has missed her. She was just taking her time, admiring Karma so ready and willing for her to do as she pleases. It's taking her everything in her power to keep calm and savor, minute by minute, until the twenty minutes time frame runs through. She cocks her head to the side to kiss the interior of Karma's thigh, slowly. She lowers as she leaves one kiss of the skin behind until she reaches the eager flesh that she's yearned to devour.

She feels home again.

Amy sticks out her ravenous tongue to make contact with the tongue hidden behind the two swollen lips.

Karma instantly quavers.

Amy takes in the entrancing natural scent of her lips and engages them within the warm caress of her lips – kissing her bottom lips like she would her upper lips; with passion, unbounded vehemence, and sensuality. She grips on her thigh with savage gentleness as if it would keep her from going too fast. She could feel Karma's heated emotions run through the veins that were pulsating against her tongue, as she flattens it on the pink area just up above Karma's vagina hole. Just as she was about to slide her tongue within that particular hole, the phone rings. And then rings again…

This woke Karma up as Amy stops just centimeters above her hole. "Answer it…" she says her mouth full of Karma.

"What the fuck!" she wanted it to sound as staggered but the vulnerability under which Amy's tongue had placed her only compelled her to speak with a breathy voice. "Amy –"

"Baby, answer it…" Amy repeats again as she goes on to continue sliding her tongue within her.

With weakened arm, Karma reaches over across the edge of the desk to press the speaker button. "Yes…?" she pants.

"Ms. Ashcroft?" Hera speaks at the end of the line, "Ms. Raudenfeld had asked not to bother her but I have her fiancée here who demands to speak to her."

Karma wanted to answer but she couldn't find her words. She wanted to, especially since Carmen is requesting to speak to Amy.

Shit! Carmen is calling!

She doesn't know what to do. Her eyes roll all the way to the back of her head as she leans backwards, arching her back on Amy's desk. "Hera, tell – tell her…" she can't speak. "Hera, tell her that Ms. Raudenfeld is a bit busy at the moment." She thanks the Lord that she was able to say that phrase normally – though, in between the interruption of her breath.

Hera disconnects the call for a short while to do what she's told.

"Take the call." Amy breathes as soon as she's done licking Karma up and down just to do it again. "She won't stop until you do."

"Well, can you stop what you are doing so that I can actually speak?" even this, which should have sounded frustrated with anger, was just sounding as sensual and breathless as Amy continues her treat.

"What do you mean stop? We still have ten more to go."

She was right. There are still more minutes to go. "Amy, we can't do this. This is crazy. I can't do this."

"Oh yes you are. And you know why Karma Ashcroft," one side of her lips lift up, forming a suspicious smirk as she lifts up her head to gaze at Karma from under her lashes. "Because I, Amy Raudenfeld, am your boss. And you will do exactly what I tell you to do. No hesitations."

"You're crossing lines."

"I'll cross whatever lines that I want with you."

"You're not nice."

"I never was. I never am. I never will be." the vibration of Amy's voice shook the tip of her clitoris until it acts upon her entire vagina as a whole. This gained Amy a loud pitchy shriek as it gradually decreases to a breathless whimper as Karma flattens her back against the desk and her abs contract underneath the fabric of her shirt. "I have no self-control when it is about you Karma."

Karma holds her head in both of her hands, as her mouth wishes to scream stop but instead, she bites her lips, brings her hands down and threaded Amy's scalp, grinding beneath her tongue as she breathes out, "This is so wrong and bad and absolutely just…wrong."

"Right has never been a word in my vocabulary. You know that."

"Your morality is fucked up." She pants.

"Whose morality is ever not fucked-up?" Amy lifts up her head from under Karma to give her a devilish beam.

Hera then comes back on the speaker and Amy immediately goes back down on Karma. "Now she is insisting on speaking to you, Ms. Ashcroft."

Against the quivering clit which she's sucked in seconds before, Amy orders, "Take it!"

That vibration though.

Karma falls back on the desk, every limbs of her body shaking. "Let her through!" Amy infiltrates a finger inside of her. "Shit Amy –"

"Ms. Ashcroft? Can you tell me where Amy is right now?" Carmen casually lounges herself by the pool. She was taking in the sun and drinking margaritas. Acapulco has always been her favorite place to have a photo shoot.

Now, what the heck do I say? Karma was about to reply to her question but she ended up biting her tongue when she almost moaned out Amy's name – definitely not in a corporate manner – as Amy softly pulls on the sensitive clit with her teeth. "Ms. Raudenfeld is," Fuck! Amy increases the pace after infiltrating a second finger inside of her. "She is having lunch at the moment. Call her back in about eight minutes." She squeals at the latter words of her phrase. I can't speak right now woman.

"Why eight minutes though?" Carmen asks sipping on her margarita. Karma takes several seconds to answer but Carmen notices or hears something peculiar. "Why are you breathing so loud?"

Karma immediately props herself on her elbows. "What? I'm not…" Amy does something with her tongue that had Karma tilts her head backwards and moaning too loud for Carmen not too hear.

Fuck!

"Karma?" Carmen sits upright on her chaise, frowning. "Karma? What's going on?"

Two heartbeats later, Karma replies, "Nothing. Can you call back when Ms. Raudenfeld is done eating?"

"Where is she eating at? Maybe my call can be forwarded there and the manager passes it to her."

That woman… Karma looks in between her thighs to find Amy severely shaking her head no. "You know she hates to be interrupted when she's eating." And it is true…that's probably the only truth…

"Well it is me calling so she will answer." Carmen insists.

As sudden as Carmen finishes to speak, Amy stretches her out, infiltrating a third finger and hither within her, grazing Karma's g-spot simultaneously as she is licking around her damp walls. The pressure instantly mounts to Karma's head when her body loses control and her senses drifted off leaving her stranded. She is now completely haggard and imprisoned by the lustful sentiments that consume her body and soul.

The feelings hindered her judgment to great length that she ends up screaming in French, "Rappelez plus tard! Elle est occupée."

She clicks off the call and ends it before Carmen could even protest. She throws her head back over the edge of Amy's desk as she tries to get away from Amy's grip. She can't handle it. She can't. The feeling is too…when was the last time she even did this? She couldn't stop screaming, "Amy! Fuck!"

Amy infuses her fingers within her thighs and pulls her back to her, "Where do you think you're going?"

"S-s-s-stop…!" and that sound, that imploring tone only increases the intensity with which Amy continued her sweet torture. "Pooka…oh my God…! Amy –"

"And by the way, I am keeping your underwear."

"You expect me to walk around without underwear?"

"Yes."