It was, “Let’s get back to Randolph Industries Ninth Floor. We can celebrate there.”“That was fun,” Stacey said as we all materialized in th... Conference Room. We each settled in a chair around the huge table. I leaned back and propped my feet on top of the table.“We should do this more often,” added Tammy.“But what about Tom?” I thought.“What about Tom?” Marilyn asked.“Look,” I started. “He really didn’t mean to kill me. Yeah, he wanted me hurt enough so I was out of commission for a while, but. ’ she added with a smile. The tension seemed to drop off instantly at that remark and as she dug through her duffle bag she placed a lace bra in the space between us and followed that with buttoned-down men’s shirt, and a pair of boxers. She reminded me not to peek as she began to unbutton her blouse. She had to lean forward to get the soaked garment of her shoulders and when she did this, her breasts, only restrained by a sheer bra, were visible in my peripheral vision. They were even more. I croaked out a good morning in a disused, rusty voice.He'd missed me, too. The bed shifted as he quickly crawled in with me. I settled against him, happy to be close, prepared for the fucking we'd neglected for several days. Instead, he cradled me, hugged me, made me laugh, and then got back up.What the?! I...but...we...huh?I know better than to pout too much. Enticing him back might work better. He was getting dressed as I luxuriated in my nudity. Soft sheets against softer thighs. How could. But I was pretty sure I wasn't misreading her. I stepped back up and pressed her back against the wall. I looked into those soft brown eyes and I saw her breathing quicken. Her lips were so close... they looked delicious. I took a chance and leaned forward in a tentative kiss, barely grazing those lips. I heard a barely audible moan as I did. I pulled back a bit and noticed her eyes were closed. I pressed forward for another kiss, this time a bit harder. Lucy moaned into my mouth, more audibly.