Before you start reading this chapter I dare you to comment on who you think is at the door… I'd really like to know who you think it is.. I really do. For reasons.
Do it now.. okay?…
Did you do it yet? No? …
…I'm waiting…
..Great, thanks!... Proceed….
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"Tryin' to get control/Pressure's takin' its toll
Stuck in the middle zone/I just want you alone
My guessing game is strong/Way too real to be wrong
Caught up in your show/Yeah, at least now I know" –Lady Gaga "Perfect Illusion"
A/N: Thanks to the goddesses: Tori Amos and Lady Gaga for dropping new, long-awaited tracks today!
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Regina froze in place mid lick, and turned her head as far as she could toward the door without breaking the ever important tongue to clit contact.
"Oh no, I've got to…don't stop…like seriously don't!" Emma uncovered her mouth and whisper-yelled at Regina to help speed the process up. "Suck… yeah."
The adrenaline spike of knowing someone was right on the other side of the door pounding away ever more insistently than Emma had even pounded Regina with her strap on was a heady mix of equal parts panic and excitement.
Regina did her best to help Emma; she always did her best.
The thrill of almost getting caught was why they were doing their salacious acts while practically in public. And shit, Regina grimly thought to her mother and Kathryn walking in just the day before. But, Regina maintained that incident hadn't been her fault. She hadn't invited it, or put herself in a risky position. It had been perfectly private-in her bedroom.
Regina should know by now that people have no respect for boundaries.
Today was a bit different. This wasn't quite as perfect or private…Would whoever was at the door just go away already? Emma was bucking into her mouth like no tomorrow, cum was running down Regina's chin and lips, and even though it was only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity until finally Emma was done. While they both would have enjoyed basking in the afterglow there was no time for that.
The true panic began, as Regina lifted herself to her feet clumsily wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and tried to fix her hair.
It was as lost cause.
She opened her desk drawer and furiously searched for a small vile of perfume she aimed it at Emma's crotch and shot a spray up her own dress, before lifting her hand high into the air and spraying a heavy cloud of "Dolce & Gabbana's Velvet Desert."
Regina was well aware that she was spraying away money. It was $300 for a 50ML vial, but she had to cover up the smell of musky sex. She might have overdone the spritzing.
"Help me," Emma whined through gritted teeth, she had both hands around the purple toy and it looked like she was trying to rip it off, but it seemed to have gotten caught in the harness.
"Get your pants up," Regina bent over and started her own battle with Emma's tight, tight, black jeans. It was extra difficult to get them up over her legs and hips because her skin was a bit sweaty, and she was trying to focus on pulling quickly, but she was clumsy and slow despite her best efforts. "Take that—thingy off and shove it into my-," Regina pointed at the bobbing dildo and sputtered in frustration.
"Shove it where?" Emma hummed coolly, "So soon again?"
Regina got right up into her face, and slapped her dick with her palm, "This is not the time to be making jokes…we could both be in serious trouble here. Now put your cock in my desk drawer and look...look like you're…normal."
She cringed as she whispered, gesturing wildly at Emma's crotch as she crossed the room, glaring back at Emma to make sure she was in compliance before unlocking her office door. "Coming!" she yelled to alert whoever was on the other side that she was perfectly in control and was only held up due to an in-depth...discussion. Yes, that was what she would say: a deep dive into English, and she had gotten a bit tongue tied…God, why did her once professional brain have to get fried in a sex fire?
She looked back one more time at Emma who gave her a very worried glance, but it was too late. Regina had approached the door and knew that the click of her heels (she'd kept them on) could be heard on the other side.
Taking a long steadying, deep breath, she took inventory of her body. Her dress was a bit crinkled, her hair was extra fluffy, her lipstick was obviously smeared off entirely… her inner thighs were coated not only in wetness but Velvet Desert perfume. And Emma had barely gotten her jeans up…
She flung open the door.
"Regina, where ever have you been? You missed Dean Gold's address to the teachers…he introduced our newest associate professor," Maleficent stepped into the office and took one look at Regina and then stole a glance at Emma who had moved over to the other sex chair in the office, who was trying and failing to look casual. She had her leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed over her lap at an unnatural angle.
Maleficent paused mid-train of thought and Regina gasped lightly in alarm. She realized that Emma had not taken off the dildo. It must have really been stuck- better in the harness than inside Regina. She froze in her tracks, as Maleficent smirked and whirled around. She fixed her with a knowing look and winked while placing her hands on her hips. She spent an agonizing moment sniffing the air in an over dramatic fashion, "What's that smell in here? Is it Cinnamon?"
Maleficient knew exactly what was going on, and Regina didn't think it was cute.
Before she had time to explain or respond, she realized that Mal wasn't alone. A timid looking brunette stepped in from the doorway and entered Regina's office. "Hmm, it is a curious scent…I don't smell any cinnamon…"
"Who are you?" Regina lost her manners for a moment and snapped.
"Hello, oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt…but I wanted to meet everyone," the woman said in a far too chipper voice as Regina narrowed her eyes, struggling to figure out how she knew that irritating little woman.
"Mary Margaret!" Emma exclaimed, but made no move to get up.
"Yes, I was just bringing her for a round of introductions," Mal drawled, "Our newest teacher at Storybrooke Community College: Mary Margaret Blanchard-Nolan."
This was David's new tramp wife! That's who this bitch was. Regina started to seethe in anger. She should have known Mary Margaret had to leave her previous teaching job because of the scandal. Actually, because dear old bitter Kathryn kept showing up during class and calling Mary Margaret a slut in front of the kids. She also slapped her across the face (the assault charges were eventually dropped.)
The one who he cheated on with Kathryn, and somehow this woman was also a friend of Emma's? Regina blinked rapidly, wincing as she watched in horror as the tramp bitch bounced over to Emma with her arms spread wide.
She was going in for a hug and Emma was slowly standing up, with a horrified expression on her face. The hug was sheer inevitability; Mary Margaret didn't seem like the type to let anyone escape from a hug.
Regina could do nothing to help Emma avoid a very awkward poke…
