illicit and discreet

Please, drop the formality.

“This was not the plan” Risa whispered to herself.

Her recent investigation on a serious issue brought her exposure in the media, adding more workload into her office. It brought a lot on her plate ever since the beginning of her hearings about Alice Guo; the mayor being investigated and relentlessly questioned on her background.

It was the simplest way to describe her without a sour face to sugar-coat it. “Constant denies here and there, I might as well choke the truth out of the woman.” She says at herself. Regardless of the situation, the Senator manages to have the ability to drop her grudges to make way for understanding. She tapped herself on the shoulder with that thought in mind.

The senator began walking out of her office with a bag in one hand and a phone on the other. After a long day of finishing paperwork and dealing with Hearings during the day, the night finishes off so silently as she passes the empty rooms, filled by the clatter of her stilettos.

She turns to a corner and spots another person left in the palace. She doesn't hesitate to take a step forward, simply surprised to see someone still working this late. The further the step she takes, the more recognizable the figure becomes. 

Her eyes lit up in shock after the familiar silhouette turned an angle. She chuckles and jokes, “It can't be her. Impossible.”

“Leaving already?” The door by the corner was ajar, with the other woman leaning on the door frame with whiskey in her hand.

Putangina.

That particular voice is too recognizable to deny. Those two words stuck out to her, she didn’t even mind to see who it was because she knew—from many miles away—who it was. She quickly turns around and switches her direction before she makes contact with-

Alice grabs her arm, forcing Risa to face her. “Ms. Guo, let go of me.” Her voice came out raspy, turning silent after realising how close she was to her. Alice slightly tilts her head, smiling. “Please, drop the formality. Alice will be fine.”

“Okay, Alice, you're well aware that I was all alone and you think this is the right time to talk with me?” Risa forcefully removes the grip on her arm, grunting in annoyance. “Sa dami-dami ng pagkakataon para magsalita ka ngayon talaga yung oras? I bet you have more to say—probably more than what you said during the hearing earlier. She crosses her shoulders, waiting for a response.

“Kumalma ka. Ang haba naman ng hair mo to assume that I wanted to be in the same place as you.” A malicious smirk appears, turning around to enter the dimly lit room.

Risa follows and closes the door behind her. “You reek of alcohol. Asan mga staff mo?” She wanders around the room, as Alice observes her.

“Don't get so excited now.” She places the whiskey glass down the table, leaning against it.

“Mas makapal pala mukha mo kapag mag-isa lang tayo, no?” Risa lays down the couch.

“Because I know you didn't mean anything you said earlier.” She says as her eyes are fixed on the dress the taller woman chose to wear; a satin dress layered with a blazer might just be the best distraction for Alice.

Risa stood up, her eyebrows furrowed. “I am aware that I can't say the most horrendous things in formal places but being in the same room with you can be a big exemption.”

“Your body says otherwise.” She takes off her blazer and rolls up the sleeves of her blouse, aware that she just made the Senator go mad.

“Excuse me?” Risa approaches, and gives her a slap, a big sharp blow right on the cheek. The other woman accepted the aftermath. Risa grabbed the glass from the table and took a sip, and aggressively wiped the excess off her thick, maroon-tinted lips.

Alice watches her and bites the insides of her cheek. She checks out the woman, eyeing on her lips, mindlessly obsessed by the gloss and wetness of it, only to be caught by the glare of the other woman.

“Pinopormahan mo ba ‘ko?” She laughs. “Seryoso ka ba?”

“I guess you could call it that. Ipakita ko pa sayo.” Right before Risa could react, Alice grabbed her waist and lured her into a hot kiss, gently tracing her hands from her hips to her shoulders, gliding off the blazer as her kisses turned hotter. Risa's sly smile sneaks in between the pecks of the younger woman. The tension of rivalry and disagreement makes it so much better.

She giggles as she unbuttons the blouse of the woman before her. “What?” Risa kisses her neck. “What’s funny?” She laughs with her. Risa bites her ear and whispers, “Fuck me as much as you hate me.” She continued kissing her neck, leaving a trail of her smudged lipstick.

Alice carries the older woman, placing her on top of the table, the hot breaths of the taller woman now exchanged with the wet lips that met hers. Alice holds both sides of her waist, pulling her in and exposing her bud to the cold button on her trousers. Risa groaned in pleasure, gripping on Alice’s hair and gliding up and down on the button.

“It feels good, yeah?” Alice teased.

The vulnerable woman leaned her head back and nodded in response. Alice thrusted her hips into it, making Risa whimper, leaning onto the shorter woman.

She’d become so amused by the needy woman, seeing her so weak and submissive quite surprises her.

She stopped following the other woman’s rhythm. “Fuck me, kiss me, do something to me.” She was quickly met by dissatisfied whines from the woman. Alice licks her two fingers seductively, while the other woman stared into the possible scenarios she could make out by just looking at her.

The younger woman slid it up and down her folds and closely facing the woman as she struggled to make a noise, teasing her both ways. The taller woman guided her hand exactly where she wanted it to be, the veiny and slender fingers slid it in her unhurriedly.

“Faster?” The younger woman asked
“Much much faster.” Risa demanded

Alice complies—the more her movement quickens, the wetter it comes out to be. Her moans follow the rhythm of each thrust. Risa's hitched breaths gradually become audible moans. Despite being alone with her rival, Alice still worried they might be heard. She plants a kiss on Risa, silencing her needy moans.

The intensity between them builds up, they both lock eyes. "Are you gonna cum?" The younger woman whispers, sending shivers down the pleasured woman. Her voice trembled, “I’m so close.” 

She listened with anticipation, beginning to fasten up the pace, seeing woman before her so aroused and pleased by her as feeling the walls of her pussy thicken in cum.

The tension comes into a climax, a gasping cry let's out as she finally lets go. She takes the younger woman's hand out to taste herself as she watches.

“Don’t think we’d ever be this casual ever again.” She stood up,

“Same time tomorrow?” Alice teased.

"We'll see." Risa closed the gap between them, giving a peck on the lips one last time.

She wore her blazer and put on her stilettos, picked up her purse and glided her hand across the younger woman’s chest along with a wink, she struts and leaves the room with ease.

“This was not the plan.” Alice whispered to herself.