Firstly, thanks to my two reviewers! At least someone's reading this rubbish... Enough to make me want to write the next bit anyway. So here goes. Its lunchtime and both our heroines are in an introspective mood.

Emily

Katie was really in the groove now and Emily zoned out while her twin waxed lyrical about her latest conquest. She caught the odd word or phrase. A few were repeated often enough to register. Weekend away, new shoes, something about the guy being 'hung like a horse'. Stuff that Katie ritually vomited up every time they got together. Just as well Katie was happy to continue the monologue unchallenged by her sister. Just the occasional nod and smile was plenty, to prolong the one sided conversation. Emily was more than a little distracted, but inevitably, her twin hardly noticed.

"So...like I said Ems, what do you think about getting away for a weekend as a foursome? Marcus says he can get us a top deal in that amazing hotel in Scotland? The lads..." she paused so that Emily could nod "...Richard does still like golf doesn't he? I mean, you bought him that ugly chequered Pringle golf sweater at Christmas, yeah?...the lads can swing their sticks at the little ball all day and we can soak up the bubbles and get pampered"

Emily nodded blankly, which was enough it seemed. Her sister remembered small details like that, if nothing else about the younger twins love life (she permitted herself a tiny wry smile at that gross misdescription, what fucking love life?). The Pringle cashmere V neck she had carefully chosen for Richard had been politely accepted, although she was resigned to the fact that it had been tucked away as soon as she was out of sight and earshot. Even as she paid the £170 for it in Harrods, she knew it was a wasted gesture. Melanie wasn't the sort of chief execs wife not to notice an expensive gift that she hadn't bought her husband personally, after all. It was more the sort of saddo thing that mistresses do, wasn't it?

Anyway, the chances of Richard swinging a whole weekend away with Emily, let alone her sister and current squeeze Marcus were vanishingly small. Even as Katie droned on about the spa and health club included in the room rate, Emily tuned out a bit more. She wouldn't even suggest it to Richard. If she left it long enough, either Marcus or the planned weekend would fade into memory. Katie was nothing if not the same fickle creature she always had been. Just a bit less addicted to animal print and low necklines. Nowadays, she preferred the subtle sluttery of Victoria Secret underwear concealed by upmarket outer clothes.

As Katie moved on to more...intimate...details of her recent dirty weekend, Emily found herself thinking about her own morning. The restaurant cum coffee shop opposite her office was getting busier now. Only a couple of tables empty of be-suited clones of both sexes reliving their mundane lives, at least when they weren't obsessively checking their phones for texts and emails. She sighed quietly. Katie was happily oblivious to her distraction, so she used the opportunity to mentally review her own slightly strange morning. Hairdressers at 7.30, for that expensive (and wasted) cut and style. Office at 9.30... an hour or so successfully tying up the deal with W H Smith and then the call from Richard. Ten minutes 'working' under his desk as he sighed and moaned above her, then the unexpected request for her to babysit the new girl in accounts.

Yeah, that girl. Naomi...Naomi fucking Campbell believe it or not. Reading the slim personnel file as the lift dropped silently down to the ground floor, she had allowed herself a wry grin at the surname. Poor cow, she thought sympathetically...I bet she suffered a lot at school and uni for her mothers thoughtless addition to her birth certificate. But by the time the lift doors opened and she saw the girl waiting in reception, shifting nervously from foot to foot, Emily was back in the groove. The perfect expressionless corporate suit.

There was a second when their eyes met across the lobby which unnerved Emily for an instant. But she had practised her bland exterior for many years now. Even if the girl was attractive...even if those icy blue eyes were more than a little... unsettling... she revealed no sign externally. Nope, she was Emily Fitch, National Account Executive on merit, at the absolute top of her game and nothing and no one troubled her poise.

She took this Naomi person to the 6th floor, where Lindsay from HR normally occupied the large corner office one floor above her own. May as well do this properly she thought. There were a number of administrative issues to sort out for any new employee and at least in the HR Managers office, everything was to hand. Her own smaller office was cluttered with client files, personal items and yellow post it notes. Not the sort of image she was looking to project today.

She sat in Lyndsays comfortable leather chair, thinking briefly that it was a class above her own slightly dog eared one, and got to work. She checked the girl's ID, filled in her 'right to work in the UK' form and photocopied birth certificate and passport. While she methodically ploughed through the HR forms, Naomi sat quietly, answering questions when asked, but not volunteering anything more. It was slightly uncomfortable.. long silences broken only by the scratching of Emily's Parker Duofold on the cream papers in front of her. One of her small vices. She knew other people looked quizzically at her use of an old fashioned if expensive fountain pen to scribble notes. But it had been a gift from Sarah, back at university. The only thing she retained from those heady, carefree days. She couldn't bring herself to throw it away, or even put it in a drawer and forget it. A small vice, but one that she gave in to on a daily basis. Unlike other vices of a more...personal.,, nature.

Eventually, the extended question and answer session was over. She now had the added chore of a guided building tour. No new employee of Jupiter Investments ever did any actual work on their first day. Induction and Orientation, they called it. Naomi would be introduced to her colleagues in accounts (luckily the odious Tony Stonem was absent today on a course...Emily hoped it was both boring and demanding...she had no love for the smart arsed and cocky head of Accounts) but that would be her sole contact with the actual department she would be working in for this day at least. No, today would be the grand tour, followed by an hour between 3 and 4 getting used to the customised Sage Accountancy software in the IT suite on the 3rd floor. The resident geeks would fold the fledgling bean counter into their arms and let her play with dummy programs until she was reasonably competent.

But Emily had found the morning particularly difficult. The nagging feeling that Richard was at last tiring of her wouldn't go away. The almost impersonal way he'd dismissed her after she'd obediently serviced him was a bit of a slap in the face. OK, they were hardly lovers in any conventional sense, but she'd left his office feeling like...well, feeling like a cheap whore. And that wasn't a comfortable sensation at all.

Add to that the way this...Naomi...female...kept shooting her glances when she thought Emily wasn't paying attention, made it a cocktail of feelings she was unbalanced by. The girl was obviously gay. Not just because of the sly way she took every opportunity to steal glances, but she had been unsettlingly upfront about her sexual orientation. Asked about her personal status, she had answered without embarrassment.

"I'm single..well unattached at the moment. My last girlfriend was..." she stopped as Emily's eyes widened despite her attempt to remain impassively neutral.

"That's fine Naomi" Emily had said after a short uncomfortable pause "It wasn't a question about your sexuality...thats completely your business. I was just going to let you know JI has a crèche downstairs. Some of our employees are single mums and one of the reasons we're so oversubscribed as employers is because we offer free childcare as part of the package"

She stopped then because Naomi was suppressing a giggle. Was this girl laughing at her? Her hackles went up briefly before Naomi gathered herself and spoke.

"Sorry Miss Fitch...I mean Emily" (Emily had insisted on first name terms from the moment they'd met, one of her few concessions to informality) "..I'm not laughing at that really excellent employee perk, it was just the idea of me as a single mum. My own mum was one and I have no desire to replicate her mistakes. Quite apart from the fact that being gay pretty much guarantees no one can get me pregnant...no matter how hard they try?"

Entirely unwanted and embarrassing images of some woman trying to get Naomi pregnant slid in lurid colour across Emily's mind. She swallowed and willed herself to think of less evocative things...traffic cones, perhaps.

Shit shit shit...she repeated inwardly. She covered her embarrassment with a clearly manufactured cough.

"Right, well..sorry about the lazy assumption...err..."

Naomi smiled prettily and another unwitting sentence flashed through the brunettes head.

"Jesus, those eyes AND a smile like that?...keep it strictly business, Emily Fitch" she told herself sternly.

After that little episode it was the tour, which Emily conducted with a bit more formality despite the fact that Naomi's closeness in the lift and walking around was strangely compelling. More than once, their hands accidentally brushed as they passed through the innumerable doors and corridors. Every time, Emily's skin tingled as it happened. She deliberately kept a bigger gap between their bodies after the third time. The girl obviously noticed her fresh reserve, but luckily stayed a bit further away with only one small expression of disappointment.

Lunchtime came for both of them as a bit of a relief. Emily left Naomi at the lobby where she had met her first, arranging to meet again at 2.30. She didn't normally take an hour and a half for lunch, but with Katie it was smarter to be prepared. She told the blonde to take the full hour and a half too. First days were always tiring.

And now she was enduring the third episode of Katies adventures in penis land. Just as well her inbuilt filter sifted out the less palatable details. It was a skill she had learned in adolescence. Too many nights in their shared bed room listening to what sounded to her inexperienced ears like something out of Dantes Inferno crossed with the Bristol version of the Karma Sutra...

"Anyway Ems...you talk to that gorgeous older man of yours and I'll put Marcus on several dirty promises for the weekend if he gets the best rooms... K?"

Emily fixed a smile on her face and began to dig into her purse for her charge card. Another one of Katies patented skills was the ability to be anywhere else when the bill came. Emily out earned her sister by at least half again, but it did get a bit wearing , always paying for the pricey lunches her sister organised.

"Thanks babe...text me when you've had the chance to speak to Richard...say hi to him for me, yeah?" Katie smirked, already getting up. "Now...where is the fucking bathroom in this fancy gin palace?"

Emily nodded in the direction of the back of the restaurant and watched Katie click across the laminated floor with her too high silver heels, dragging admiring glances behind her as per usual. Emily sighed again in resignation and dropped her Amex card on the tray the waiter had left. Another £40 gone on nothing much...

As she pulled her jacket off the back of the chair she noticed two people coming in the door. One figure was familiar, the other not.

Shit, she thought...

Naomi

Well, that was a bit of an endurance test, the blonde thought as she watched Emily Fitch leave through the huge glass doors of Jupiter Investments. Untold sheaves of paperwork upstairs in the HR office and hardly an off topic word in between. She wasn't sure what the petite brunettes problem was, or whether she was just so buttoned up she never relaxed with anyone. OK Naomi knew she was hardly the most experienced new starter, having spent most of her life so far in some sort of education, but she was pretty sure the formalities should be over by now.

When the inevitable 'gay' question arose, she dealt with it in her usual up front way. She'd fancied girls from the moment she knew what sex was. Any tentative pubescent exploration with local boys was consigned to history the moment she surrendered to the long clever fingers of an older second cousin, while babysitting for the girls mother in Wales. One of her seemingly innumerable distant cousins as it happened. Although Naomi was an only child, her mother had 4 sisters and several aunts and cousins of her own. The extended family spread across most of the southern UK. She spent her early childhood in Welsh communes and West Country rambling farmhouses with untold relatives coming and going day and night. Getting her sex education from Maria that evening was like a 500 watt light bulb going on in her head. So that was what all the fuss was about?

She spent the rest of the week hiding in cupboards and spare rooms with Maria, finding out everything about sex with girls. Lucky for her, Maria was a willing and able tutor. Naomi left Wales that weekend a much wiser and contented 16 year old.

She never looked back when she got home. Her mother, being about the most laid back parent on the planet, was fine with her partner choices. If she hooked up with a girl at a club or pub, Naomi's house was always available if they wanted to stop over to finish what they started in the loo or alleyway. If her mother could just temper her enthusiasm for her daughters sex life, life would have been perfect, Naomi mused. But Gina had a disconcerting habit of barging in the 'morning after' with steaming mugs of tea and piles of buttered toast, plonking herself on the bed.

More than once, Naomi's chosen partner of the night had squeaked in dismay and buried themselves under the quilt as Gina chattered away about everything and nothing, not caring that two well shagged naked teenage girls were dying of embarrassment mere inches away.

But that aside, life had been pretty good to her so far. She was young, reasonably attractive and now sexually certain. Starting work was supposed to put the icing on that cake. Money and the chance of meeting someone special. That was all she required. That and the backpacking world tour.

Except if this highly attractive but warily distant Emily Fitch was an example of how 'grown up' people behaved at work, it might be a bit less easy than she thought it would be. Naomi was definitely attracted to the short brunette, she had fucking eyes after all, but even at her tender age, she knew better than to chase obviously straight girls. Some of them did surrender, given enough alcohol and the right environment, but as she knew to her cost, brief satisfaction was quickly followed by guilt and terminal embarrassment. No...best leave the buttoned up straight Miss Fitch to whatever guy was pursuing her. There must be easier, if maybe not as pretty targets at Jupiter Investments?

Going into the coffee shop opposite was a last minute decision. She'd spent an hour just sitting on a bench, eating a salad sandwich and watching people walk by her. It was a hobby she enjoyed, people watching. So many lives she would never be part of or see. But as Emily had informed her, the only down side to working at Jupiter was the machine coffee. Naomi had always liked her Java and it seemed logical to buy herself a decent latte before venturing back inside.

Except as she walked across the street towards the shop, a shout from behind stopped her in her tracks.

"Naomi Campbell...it is you isn't it?"

Naomi took a second before she turned to look at the woman behind her, not that she needed visual confirmation of who it was. That Scottish burr was unmistakeable.

Mini McGuiness.

In that brief moment, lots of vivid memories surfaced in quick succession. Exeter University, the summer of her second year. A tall, blonde Scottish girl with big expressive eyes and a lithe body she had explored again and again. Younger than her by a year, a fresher. With her own identity issues. When Naomi had first encountered Mini, at a party on the campus, the younger girl had been infatuated with another first year...Frannie...Frankie? Something like that. The other girl androgynous, with a penchant for trilby hats and black clothes. Anyway, the attraction, if there was one between the two first years had been brief. Naomi had consoled Mini the way she knew best. By fucking her in her student room so comprehensively, by the time the summer was over there was no longer any doubt in the younger blondes mind over who or what she was. Then Naomi met and fell in love with another girl (who incidentally ended up breaking her heart...but whatever) and Mini had got over her fascination with Naomi. Last she heard Mini was shagging some Chinese girl from the city.

She turned and fixed a polite smile on her face.

"Mini?" she said pointlessly.

"The same" the other blonde said brightly (natural blonde, as Naomi wryly told herself...no peroxide needed there). God she was still gorgeous, was her second thought. Still with that mass of tumbling curls and now a bit more sophisticated dress wise. Gone were the student ripped jeans and colourful tops. Now she was in a dark suit reminiscent of another very attractive girl, one who had spent the morning trying hard to minimise physical contact with the new employee.

Mini obviously had no such inhibitions about invading personal space.

"Naomi...oh God, its so good to see you" she squealed, enveloping the blonde in an excited hug. Naomi had time to register the firm but soft body pressed up against her, but any inappropriate thoughts were swept away as Mini pulled back, holding her by the hips, her face almost childishly delighted.

"Still fucking hot there Naoms" she said breathlessly and Naomi blinked in surprise. She'd forgotten how up front the younger girl had gotten since her 'conversion'. No more the 'maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm not' she had been. She watched Minis eyes travel over her and the twinge between her legs reminded her just how well the other girl knew her body. She smiled back, maybe a bit warily, but a smile nevertheless.

"Good to see you too Mins...I didn't know you still lived in Bristol?"

Mini kept her hands on Naomi's hips her face disconcertingly close.

"Well... you fucked off with that...what was her name? Jenny, Jessie? girl and I hardly saw you the rest of the time we were there"

Naomi laughed. Mini hadn't said that with any malice. Their brief romance had fizzled out all on its own.

"Yeah, well...if I remember rightly, your heartbreak lasted about a week, before you developed a sudden interest in sexy Chinese takeaways?" she grinned.

Mini threw her head back and laughed "Jesus...oh yeah...Su Li definitely lived up to that thing about eating Chinese then being really hungry again five minutes later?"

They shared another giggle before Mini stood back and looked her up and down.

"So...spill...what is the gorgeous and hopefully still single Naomi Campbell doing back in grey old Bristol. Weren't you the one who wanted to travel the world..something about fucking on every beach in Asia?" Mini said in a whisper. Their conversation on the edge of the kerb was being watched with interest by several onlookers by now. A wave of nostalgia swept over Naomi at that reminder. She remembered lazy post sex summer days, naked with Mini on her single bed, idly stroking the smooth body beside her, describing how she was going to escape the West Country as soon as she graduated to travel the world. Experience everything.

"Yeah, well, real life fucked me in the butt as per...so what's new? Now I'm a corporate clone, like you it seems...at least till I can save up enough to travel. I reckon a year, maybe two, then I'm off"

Mini nodded and, embarrassingly, pulled her into another fierce hug. Naomi had forgotten how touchy feely the younger girl was. Mini whispered in her ear.

"God its good to see you Naoms. Lets catch up...coffee?"

Naomi found herself nodding, even though there were less than 15 minutes left of her extended lunch.

"I only have a few minutes, but lets get a coffee to take away...maybe we can meet up later...have something to eat or something?"

Mini grinned and finally released the blonde.

"Yeah..that would be great. I work just down there..." she indicated the end of the street "...I only popped out to get a coffee myself. Lets swap numbers and meet up later?"

They walked across the street and into the busy coffee shop. Mini was chattering away as they did and at first Naomi didn't notice the small brunette at the corner table, talking to the waiter. Then her eyes noted the chestnut locks and creamy skin of her first day minder. Mini, of course noticed her too and looped her arm through Naomi's as they joined the small queue for service. She leaned closer and whispered urgently into the blondes ear. A habit which was gradually making Naomi squirm, it had to be said.

"Bloody hell...this is a day for reunions...that woman over there? The pretty one with the expensive top? That's Emily Fitch. Don't you remember her from Uni...she was in her last year when I was a fresher. I fancied her something rotten , but she was so far in the closet, Narnia was closer. Until she hooked up with that Sarah Mitchell girl just before her finals. Nobody else got a look in after that"

Naomi was conscious that her mouth was open, but she couldn't for the life of her decide what was more shocking. The fact that Emily was, or at least had been gay, or that Mini knew her from Exeter and she didn't.

Her mind spun with possibilities. Wait a minute, if Emily was gay, then there was a chance for...no stop it, she chided herself, she's probably shacked up with this Sarah girl, all immaculate apartment and two Persian cats. It was one thing finding her attractive, quite another trying to make something of it.

But the fact that Emily was watching her and Mini with quite obviously narrowed eyes made her raise a little internal cheer. She didn't look like someone who couldn't give a fuck that Naomi was arm in arm with an attractive blonde, did she?

She couldn't resist trying to find out, so she let Mini carry on whispering in her ear, smiling back at the excitable Scot, all the time keeping an eye out for a reaction.

But what happened then blew all her preconceptions out of the water. A figure appeared from the back of the restaurant. A figure very similar to, but not identical to the seated Emily.

"Jesus" she said weakly to Mini, who was also watching the other girls progress across the restaurant. "There are fucking two of them?"

"Lesbian heaven here, Naoms" Mini chuckled "...which one do you want to unwrap for Christmas?"

Naomi sniggered at the tempting thought, but just then Emily stopped looking at her with that intense stare and stood up to meet her twin. She studiously avoided Naomi's eyes as the two of them walked slowly out. The door banged behind them with a definite thud and it seemed the whole place breathed a collective wishful sigh.

Twins...the universal aphrodisiac.

Should be an interesting afternoon, Naomi thought as they ordered their coffees to go and swapped numbers. Very interesting...

OK, more planned for the end of the week. The last bit of Naomi's induction into Jupiter Investments. Things may not go as hoped for...but when did they ever for our girls?

Reviews would be nice...almost as nice as having the choice of those twins at Christmas!