Freen turned circles around the table. It all seemed very funny to her until she found herself alone. Now she was beginning to dread the thought of how angry Becca would be. There was no doubt that the brunette was angry, but...
Freen exhaled deeply and went back to work.
Half an hour later she plunged headlong into work.
"What do you mean Miss Armstrong is not allowed?!"
Freen flinched at the voice. That's it. The work is over.
"So she just said that I'm not allowed?! Is she there..."
Freen stood up from the table and took a step back, slamming her back into the window sill. It seems her secretary won't stop Becca...
"Freen, what the hell?! Did you seriously ask her not to let me in?" Becca burst into the office, followed by the secretary.
"Sorry, Miss Chankimha, she..."
"It's okay, you can go" Freen waved her hand at the confused girl.
"Freen, haven't you gone nuts for an hour?"
"Are you asking me about some important issue?" Freen tried to look casual.
Becca walked up to her work station and, slamming her palms on the table, looked sternly at the blonde.
"Yes, it's important..." the girl hissed through her teeth.
"Miss Chankimha, there's an interview with you" the secretary's frightened voice was heard from the machine on the table.
"Who?" Freen held the button and did not take her eyes off Becca.
"Emily... Emily Roberts, she is for the position of engineer's assistant."
"Let her pass" Freen sat down at the table.
Becca crossed her arms and walked towards the door.
"Hello, Miss Chankimha, I'm here for an interview" an attractive girl entered the office.
"Come in, sit down" Freen kindly invited, pointing to the chair.
"Emily" Becca blocked her path and turned her to face the door, "goodbye, Emily." With these words, Becca pushed the girl out and closed the door.
"What... what the hell are you allowing yourself?"
"Does the head of the company conduct interviews? It seemed to me that she had the wrong address."
"Now the employee is away, but it's not difficult for me, I myself asked to send her to me" Freen frowned and threw a menacing look towards the brunette.
"Yeah? Well, she's already gone anyway" Becca shrugged.
"I'm here... if anything " a quiet voice came from behind the door.
"You've been told goodbye, you're not coming in. And stop warming your ears!"
"But... You didn't even look..."
Becca swung the door open and the girl nearly fell face first onto the floor, falling out of the doorway.
"You don't suit us externally, we are looking... It doesn't matter, we are not looking for you. Miss Chankimha?" Becca turned to Freen, "ask this madam..."
"Excuse me, miss..?"
"Roberts..."
"Rodgers" Freen nodded.
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Dirty Brunette (FreenBecky)
RandomFreen is willing to do anything to prove to her friend that a girl is incapable of arousing her sexual desire. She never loses, but she lost this bet. Freen always gets what she wants. Everything, that is, except for the girl who made her cum in th...
