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“Mm, good,” Krissy said. “Although, I still say he offered you the promotion only because he thought I was your girlfriend.”

“And I’m sure in your twisted mind, that somehow makes sense,” Becca replied, looking at her askance.

“It does, because in some ways, the lesbian world works remarkably similar to the hetero world. The men with the hot wives or girlfriends just seem to always get ahead.”

“I see,” Becca said. “And what about a man with a hot wife and a hot girlfriend?”

“They usually become CEOs,” Krissy told her. “But as you are not allowed to worship anyone other than me, your career prospects are limited.”

“I see. So, deputy chief is as high as I’ll go?”

“No, I see you going as high as chief, but if you have plans on becoming mayor, forget it.”

“Drat!” Becca muttered. “There goes my path to the White House.”

“I don’t make the rules,” Krissy informed her, laughing. “But, oh my god, can you imagine if you did become president?”

Becca made a face.

“No thanks,” she said. “I’d have to give up too much of my soul.”

“True,” Krissy agreed. “I like you just the way you are. By the way, you’re making me wet.”

Becca’s clit pulsed.

“Is that so?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at Krissy.

“Mm-hm. In fact, I have a confession.”

“Confess away,” Becca insisted.

“I’ve always gotten wet from your foot rubs,” Krissy said. “From the very first time you gave me one.”

“What a coincidence,” Becca told her. “I’ve always gotten turned on from your back rubs. From the very first time you gave me one.” She pressed both of her thumbs firmly along the ball of Krissy’s left foot. “I kept wishing you’d go lower and lower…”

She left the thought unfinished. Krissy was a smart woman and could figure out the rest.

“I have an even bigger confession to make,” she then added.

“And that is?” Krissy prodded.

“The last time you gave me a back rub, I made myself come.”

Krissy gasped.

“Oh shit…” she murmured.

“Mm-hm; it was a good one too,” Becca told her.

“That’s fucking hot, Becs…”

Becca worked her fingertips over the arch of Krissy’s foot. Pressing firmly, she elicited a groan of pleasure from her girlfriend.

“It was so hard to keep quiet,” she continued. “I swear to god I would have screamed your name had I been able to.”

“Well,” Krissy began, “I’ve come several times while you were sleeping next me.”

“Oh my god, I’ve done that too!”