A million thank you's for the likes, follows and most of all, for the awesome reviews. If I could hug you all, I would. Might even throw in a cheeky bum squeeze (like the one Marci gave Emily...and yes, to the perceptive reviewer, Marci is based on an awesome writer and reviewer of mine!), unless your other half objects to the invasion of personal space. Anyway, things have moved on, Emily is back in Bristol and the ordure has hit the oscillating blades at Jupiter Investments. Naomi? Naomi is still enjoying the considerable bedroom talents of Miss Minerva McGuiness. Well, can you blame her? I would too...even if one glimpse of the delectable Miss Fitch would divert my libido on the spot.

Particular shout outs for paperline, marsupial1974, harpo7887 and smcl. Also my guest reviewers. Reveal your identities and I'll thank you personally!

On with the show then lovely readers.

Naomi

Well, today has been somewhat surreal. The last two weeks have been odd enough, with the pretty brown eyed ice queen avoiding me studiously, and Mini turning up in my life to blow the cobwebs away big time. Then there was the endurance test called my 'getting to know you' meeting with Tony Stonem. What an arse. Breezing in at 9.30 when everyone else was already crunching numbers, he obviously hadn't had time to read the office grapevine. He's tall, dark haired and has intense blue eyes. That and an air of arrogance which would be off-putting to me even if I was straight. I've met his type before, at 6th form college and Uni. Sexual predators, confident and full of swagger. The fact that I loathe cock and made no secret of in in further education never seemed to put them off. Rather they see it as a challenge. The poor little lesbian who settles for fanny because no guy has ever shown them a good time with throbbing gristle. Yuk. Tried it, hated it, never did it again. Losing my virginity under the slide at a kids playground when I was 15 was unpleasant enough. Nasty painful and short...a bit like the life of prehistoric man. Not for me. I pulled up my jeans, flipped the goofy grinning boy the finger (not like that) and promised myself if that was sex, I could happily live without it.

Which lasted until Maria showed me with much more skilled fingers and hot kisses that girls know exactly what buttons to press (specially that one). After her it was sorry guys this girl is out of bounds to male hands...and other, less appealing attachments.

Got me something of a reputation at 6th form as the class dyke unfortunately, but when I got to Uni, there were loads of pretty and available eager to experiment girls in every direction. The Uni LGBT club was a happy hunting ground for 3 years. I left education happy that I'd made the right decision at 15. No boys, no way no how.

And no slimy lounge lizard like Mr T Stonem was going to convert me. I spent almost an hour in his office while he pretended to go over my job description and responsibilities, all the time ogling my tits.

I'd purposely worn a sober grey cotton top, buttoned high and even put on a white cardigan over, just to make sure I sent no mistaken signals. No skirt that day either, just black skinnies and matching ankle boots. Dyke wear, my old mates would have teased me.

Not that it made any difference. I think I'd have had to bind my tits like those little Chinese girls did in the 18th century for him to keep his eyes on my face.

"So Naomi...how are you settling in?" he asked pointlessly as I sat opposite. I could have told him the truth, but I wasn't quite brave enough.

"Well Tone...its been amazing so far. I met this gorgeous dark haired suit called Emily Fitch, who, as you know, has a body and face to die for. But she gave me the cold shoulder until the big boss, who is apparently shagging her on the side made her cry, so then I found her sobbing in a toilet on the 5th floor. I gave her a friendly hug and she tried to snog me. If we hadn't been interrupted, I think we might well have ended up in a toilet cubicle, fingering each other like proper lezzers...because I'm 100% gay and I think she might be getting there too, despite sucking off her slime bag of an boss twice weekly?"

Of course, that was all in my head...

Instead I made some bland statement about everyone seeming nice and how well I was getting on with my colleagues. Bullshit answers for a practised bullshitter.

"I make it my business to get to know all my department workers properly in the first week" he said greasily, flashing me a confident grin. "So what do you say we have lunch across the street later...then you can tell me all about the real Naomi Campbell?"

I returned his grin with a fake one of my own. Tosser. I might not have had the courage to tell him the truth about my 'almost' moment with the nubile Miss Fitch, but I wasn't about to agree to a cosy lunch date with my predatory line manager either.

"I'd love to Tony" I started and he sat back in his leather chair, waiting for me to meekly agree "...but I have to meet my girlfriend lunchtime? She's a bit possessive about me and guys, so maybe we can make it another day...if she says its OK that is?"

The fact that I would no more ask Minis permission to have lunch with someone than send a Valentine card to Kim Kardashian is neither here nor there. I got my point across anyway. Mr Stonem's cocky expression changed in a flash.

"Oh..so you're a...I mean you have a girlfriend...like a girlfriend?" he said.

I really couldn't resist, now could I?

"Yeah" I gushed, batting my eyes at him "...she's really rather beautiful actually. We've just hooked up again after being together for a couple of terms at uni...she makes me very, very happy?" I winked at him (I resisted volunteering the bit about nailing her most of last night ..even I'm not that cruel)

I thought he might upchuck his Starbucks over the desk, but at least he was cool enough to recover quickly.

"Right...well thanks for the info Naomi. I think that will be all for now. Rebecca will make sure you have plenty to do?..."

He didn't even look up from his keyboard as I stood and left the office. The grin I had on my face when I shut the office door made Rebecca stare wide eyed at me in curiosity as I walked back to my desk, but I just shook my head at her mute question and got back to work.

But that isn't the reason today is so weird. Because the oracle Rebecca is the office gossip, it was inevitably her who blew the lid on what had happened this morning to set Jupiter Investments buzzing with whispers.

Apparently Emily Fitch had come in this morning, walked straight into Richard Hursts office...and resigned on the spot.

XXX

Emily

I managed to get away from the posh hotel unscathed, but in the process had a blazing row with Katie.

"You're not fucking serious are you Emily" she roared, hands on hips as I stood there in her room with my single bag packed, waiting for reception to tell me the cab had arrived to take me to the airport.."what am I supposed to tell Marcus...I mean Richard. Talk about fuck up the whole weekend. Selfish much?"

Now normally, her indignation would make me back off. Katie Fitch in full flow has been known to make 6 foot doormen shudder, but the talk with Marci was still ringing in my ears. Be brave, my inner voice said firmly.

"All about you as fucking usual Kay" I spat venomously back "Have you stopped for one second to consider how I might not actually want to spend another endless day in the health spa, being fussed over by the sort of women I avoided like the plague back at college? Not to mention knowing your fucking boyfriend and my fake boyfriend are probably hitting little balls round the countryside, high fiving and comparing notes on our fellatio techniques? I've been humiliated enough Katie. The prospect of being hammered into the mattress tonight by a pissed up married man again has sort of lost its charm?"

Katie, for once in her life, stood with her mouth open, with nothing coming out.

"I hate what I've become Katie, a fucking sleazy bit on the side for Richard to shag when he feels like it. He's never going to leave his wife, we both know that...and to be honest, I couldn't care less if he doesn't. Being talked about like a cheap whore with his boorish rugby mates is only the latest in my list of reasons to get the hell out of here. I'm going home. Now, you could do the usual Katie Fitch thing, think about what this is gonna cost you in missed beauty treatments and all night shagathons...or for once in your life, you could think of me, your twin sister...Give me a couple of hours start before grassing me up to Richard? I have a flight in a couple of hours. By the time they get off the course, I'll be about ten minutes from landing in Bristol. Do you think you could turn off your selfish gene for that long?"

I have never spoken to Katie like that. Not in all my 20 odd years. I think maybe the shock worked.

Five minutes later, I was in the taxi, with Katie looking at my disappearing car with a strange expression on her face. The only other face I saw was Marci's. Looking out of a top floor window at the cab and me. She grinned cheekily and gave me the thumbs up. I owe that woman...maybe one day I'll pay her back. I have her business card in my purse.

Marci Jones

Consultant Psychologist

It said. Maybe after that little session in the sauna and on the terrace, I should have offered her some payment for her no doubt wildly expensive advice?

XXX

Four hours later I was getting out of another cab at the door to my apartment block.

Home then.

I didn't turn on my phone until I got inside and had double locked the door behind me securely. Thankfully, the one thing I hadn't given Richard of mine was a door key. He'd had everything else I have to offer, body and soul, but something had made me stop short of giving him unfettered access to my only refuge from the world.

When the screen came to life, all hell let loose with messages, voice mails and emails. I ignored Richards for now, just opening Katies voice mail.

"Ems...I know you're mad at me...and I'm sorry. I did what you said and only told the guys what you'd done once they got back to the hotel. You can probably guess how Richard took it? I think you might need to think about another job babes. Anyway, you were right, I was being selfish and he's a cunt. You're my sister and I love you. If this is what you want... need to do, then I'll have your back. Blood and water...all that bollocks. When the shit storm calms down, call me. I promise I'll listen this time. Sorry little sis? xoxo"

Funnily enough, it was that which finally made me break. Not the prospect of losing my job or my unfaithful lover. Just knowing my twin was being supportive of my decision for once in our lives, made me sob like a baby for ten minutes straight.

And then I sent Richard a short, if brutal text.

"Its over Richard. I mean really over. No more stolen nights in out of the way hotels. No more lunchtime blow jobs to make you feel like master of the universe. No more Emily Fitch full stop. I'll be in Monday to resign"

XXX

So...Monday morning and I was walking into the proverbial leonine den. I got just a couple of curious looks from people I passed in the corridor. I'm guessing mostly because I'm normally the early bird at JI. It was 9.30 before I breezed in, my poised exterior masking a shivering, nervous core. I'd had Sunday to brace myself for this, but it was still scary territory for the oh so conventional Miss E. Fitch. I'd always been the 'good' twin, at least up to now. OK, my mothers horror at catching me drunkenly snogging Sarah in the conservatory when I was 18 was a rather large blip, but my mum has a considerable capacity for blanking out things she doesn't like. Within a few weeks, she'd erased it from her memory, and I was back to being boring old Emily, all straight A assignments and vanilla love life. (Thank God she never caught me and Sarah in some of our...umm less controlled moments...)

My dad always thinks the best of me, so nothing disturbed his illusion of me and Katie as pristine virgins, making our innocent way right up to engagement, the altar and eventual deflowering. If they thought my love life was backward, my dad would certainly have had a heart attack if he's got a peek into Katie's steep learning curve...

Anyway, I used the idle thinking to distract myself as I went up in the lift to my floor. Straight into Bob's office, my department head. He looked up from his desk as I shut his door behind me with a definite click. Whatever he thought I was going to say wasn't what came out of my mouth.

"Morning Bob" I said formally. I caught his quick glance at the wall clock and smiled to myself inwardly. I'd never been later that 8.00 into work, so I knew he would be mentally calculating the odds on getting some bad news. He was right.

I handed him a slim white envelope from my bag. The universal signal for 'I'm outa here'. His eyes widened and he indicated for me to sit down. I didn't. This wouldn;t take long.

"Look Bob, I'll get right to the point. I've always enjoyed working for you and I'm truly grateful for all the help and advice you've given me while I've been here, but certain things have happened in my personal life..."

I watched his face when I said that and caught a definite tiny wince. I shuddered inside...Marci had been right, the whole building probably knew Richard was shagging me, it was right there in front of me, incontrovertible proof. Obviously we hadn't been as discreet as I thought we had been.

I carried on while my courage stayed with me.

"...which I'm sure you're well aware of?" He just looked away, then back. "So I think its best all round if I make this a clean break. I'm due a fortnights holiday, so if you're OK with it, I'll take that as of today, then we can come to some arrangement about the rest of my notice?"

I thought he might at least try to talk me out of it, but I'm guessing that even between 9 and 9.30 the big bosses office had been in touch. He just nodded with a sad look in his eyes.

"I see..." he said slowly "...look Emily, you know I value you above anyone else in this department. Your figures are outstanding and the W H Smith account will guarantee that everyone out there will get a big bonus at Christmas. We owe you...no I owe you. I'm not going to poke and pry into your personal life, just know this...you're not the first attractive woman to get suckered my someone not a million miles from this office?" he shot a look up at the ceiling. "My advice? Do what your heart is telling you to do. You'll be an asset to whoever wants to employ you after JI. Whatever the result of your...termination meeting..upstairs" he paused and took a swallow of his tea "...rest assured I will give you a reference any employer would be stupid to ignore. I hate that we're losing you, but I fully understand. Now, off you go, do what you've got to do, but remember, you DO have friends at JI. I'm one of them?"

I teared up at that, which I fiercely resisted. The last thing I wanted to do was to leave Bob's office crying. I still had the hard bits to do. I settled for walking round the desk and giving him a brief but firm hug. Bob was one of the good guys. I'll miss him.

"Thanks Bob...I'll be in touch" I said huskily, still trying to fend off tears.

I left to the stares of my workmates, all looking at each other as well as my departing back. The jungle drums were in full flow as I took a deep breath and walked quickly to the lift.

Richards PA Amy held out a restraining hand as I walked straight towards the CEO's door.

"Uh Emily...he's on a conference call right now...you need to..."

I shook my head. My courage had only so much left in the tank, it was now or never.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

For a second I nearly bottled it. Richard was lounging in his executive chair, playing with a gold pen, rolling it back and forth between his fingers as he conducted the conference call. Even as I crossed the office, I could hear the breathless clones on the other lines queuing up to kowtow to the big cheese. Once I might have been impressed, now it just made me cringe. They might be grovelling, I jeered at myself, but I doubt any of them had knelt under his desk recently, bobbing their heads in his lap... Just little old me then?

I give him his due, he never missed a beat, just holding up his hand to me and briskly ending the conversation without any sign of stress in his voice. I let him have that brief moment of power. It was the last time I intended him to order me to do anything.

When the phone went silent, he opened his mouth to speak, confident that he was still in control. I could almost feel the assertiveness in his body language.

"I understand you're upset Emily...all a big mistake...put it all behind us...I value you as employee as well as a mistress..." I could write the script myself. He was a master at turning situations to his advantage. I bet he was thinking, let the silly bitch have her moment of anger and frustration. I'll talk her round as always, maybe a nice lunch somewhere, then a small hotel, a bit of schmooze and she'll be mine again. Compliant and flexible little Emily. A great fuck, but a bit needy?...

I didn't let him start.

"No Richard. This time I speak and you listen. I've been a fucking idiot. The very thing I never wanted to be. I've let you talk me round before. This story always has the same ending. Well, not today. No nice lunch, flowers and sweet talk is going to change my mind. I hate what I've become...your obedient little shag on the side. Well, no more. I've spoken to Bob...I resign with immediate effect. I'm going to take two weeks holiday, sort out my life, but this...?" I indicated the whole building including me and him "...is done"

I stopped then and waited for him to speak. When he did it was surprisingly even.

"Well...that's told me, hasn't it? I'd say it's been fun, but lately it hasn't, has it Emily? I think our little affair was running out of steam anyway. So you're right...we're done. I'm afraid I won't be able to offer you a good reference, given your abrupt departure, but then, we can't have everything we want can we honey?"

It might have started out soft, but his tone and voice got colder towards the end.

The real Richard Hurst was being revealed.

"That's a shame Richard" I said equally coldly, I had been prepared for this bit of petty revenge "because if I don't get a glowing reference from JI, personally endorsed by you..." I paused for effect "... I have a couple of aces of my own to play. Like photo's from last Christmas at my parents house. Like the theatre stubs from last month...like the hotel room card from this weekend. Oh, and the testimony of my sister and her boyfriend about who I've been sleeping with for the past year? I'm sure Melanie will believe you when you tell her it's all made up by some frustrated junior exec...but are you prepared to put it to the test?"

For the first time since I'd known him, he was actually speechless. So thats Katie and Richard I've done it to in 48 hours, definitely a record for Miss E Fitch.

"OK, well thats about all Richard. I'll be off now. I take it we have a deal?" I said much more calmly than I felt. He didn't answer, just nodded curtly and stared out of the window.

I shouldn't have. I didn't need to, but it was irresistible. As I opened the door, seeing Amy watching me from her desk, I turned to my ex boss and lover.

"One last thing...you ain't that special in the sack hun. I faked it every fucking time"

The shock on Amy's face was priceless.

I left the top floor with just one more thing to do before I left JI for good. Standing in the open lift, I pressed the button for the Accounts floor.

XXX

When I got to accounts, I braced myself again. If the two meetings I just had were awkward, this one could be even more destructive. But I needed to do this, and if I got a slap in the face for it...well, that would be fair payback for how I'd behaved.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. There were about half a dozen people in there, but I only had eyes for one. Soft blonde waves hung downwards as she concentrated on a sheet of printed figures. She was biting that bottom lip again, which was still rather...stimulating...

"Naomi?" I said softly, knowing every eye was on me but hers.

She looked up and did a comic double take, still biting that lip. I repressed the powerful urge to do the biting myself. Not the time or place Emily, I scolded myself. First things first.

"Can I have a word please...outside?" I asked. Her face registered a range of emotions. Surprise, wariness, doubt, but the last one was curiosity. That would have to do, I thought hopefully.

Once in the corridor I headed for the bolt hole I knew was always empty this time of day. The kids who manned the post room were late workers. In at 11am and not out of the building till after 7pm. I led Naomi down the stairs and into the deserted room with its grey franking machines and heavy duty envelope sorters.

I turned to see her hanging back a fraction. I can't say I blamed her. I'd led her a bit of a dance recently after all. Hot and cold isn't in it?

I stepped closer as the door closed behind her and I caught the slightly nervous expression on her pretty face.

But then I needed her slightly uncertain right now. It was the only advantage I still owned.

"I've been a cow...a cold hearted bitch and I don't blame you for not liking me any more. I deserve nothing else. But as this is the last time I'll be in this building, I think its about time I put the record straight. I like you too...probably more than I should. But I'm a fucking coward. Instead of finding out why I felt like this about you, I might just as well slapped your face. You cared enough about my welfare to offer a shoulder to cry on and all I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss you..."

Her big blue eyes went wide at that admission, but I carried on, still needing to get it all out.

"...but I was scared and I ran. I'm sorry. I've resigned today, kicked that arsehole Richard into touch and burned all my bridges. It's time I started to live my life the way I want to, not the way everyone expects me to. And I have you to thank for most of that courage. You're brave and clever and...and you have a girlfriend...you don't give a fuck what people say or think. I envy you. I envy that bravery"

I swallowed hard. This was more difficult than I thought. She wasn't trying to interrupt, just letting me get it all off my chest. My heart was hammering in my own chest, but she just stood there calmly listening.

"So all I'm going to say is this. I wish I'd kissed you then...but as usual I've left it too late. I hope life treats you well Naomi...that pretty blonde girl is very lucky to have you"

With that, I slipped something I had in my hand inside the breast pocket of her white cotton top. I almost had a seizure when the back of my fingers brushed against the swell of her breast, but I managed to restrain myself...just.

"Goodbye Naomi" I said hoarsely. My voice seemed to be following my courage out of the door. I stepped closer, hoping to God she didn't back away now. I don't think my shrivelled ego would have survived a flat rejection. But she didn't.

Raising myself up on my toes, so my face was just under hers, I cupped her cheeks in both hands and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss, I hadn't earned the right...that blonde girlfriend was still on the scene and Naomi didn't strike me as the cheating type. But a proper kiss. One that we should have shared in that executive bathroom days, or was it weeks ago.

After I'd gently kissed her mouth for for what I thought was a decent interval (and thrillingly, with her still just letting me) I pulled back and dropped my hands. Her face was pale and that lip bite came back with a vengeance. At close range, it was as effective as a 12 gauge shotgun. I shivered. Better back off Emily, I told myself. Don't push your luck.

I stepped back, gave her a small embarrassed smile and... fled.

Job done.

XXX

Naomi

I stood there for a good 10 seconds after Emily had gone, reliving the few moments her lips had been on mine. There are kisses...and there are kisses.

That was a fucking kiss.

It wasn't till I was in the corridor, walking almost dazed back to my office that I remembered she had put something in my top pocket (and 'accidentally' grazing your tit Naomi...don't forget that?). I stopped in my tracks, ignoring the annoyed looks I got from hurrying suits. Reaching into the pocket I pulled out a business card. The second I had been given by an attractive women in 2 days.

Emily Fitch

National Accounts Executive

...was on the front, along with the normal bullshit JI logo and address.

On the back?

"Call me sometime?" and the name Emily with a small heart over the i..as well as a mobile number.

What the fuck do I do now? I thought feverishly.

OK, this was the promised Saturday update. Real life kicked me in the rear big time, sorry.

Next time...will Naomi call Emily? Will Mini have a say in what happens next.

What do you think?

You can tell me, I'm a big girl now!

Oh, and the guest reviewer who compared my scribble to the sadly disappeared mynameislizzie? Made my fucking day...I was so stoked. All that reading and re reading her stuff for ideas and tips paid off then? Hahaha