10 comments/ 14535 views/ 9 favorites Leveraging Teamwork Synergies By: MSTarot Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week from today. Disclaimer: Because part of the fun of this challenge is the secrecy of the partners I would like to ask that readers and fellow authors alike refrain from posting their guesses in the comments section as we would like the scoring to be as fair as possible. . Leveraging Teamwork Synergies As the skirt dropped to the floor the matching panties to the cream bra appeared. They hugged the woman's full hips. The mound where her thighs met was lifted by a thick tuft of hair underneath. As Samantha hooked the elastic and peeled the satin underwear down the white hips, that hair blossomed over the top edge. Looking up she saw Dora was looking a bit embarrassed. "What?" she asked stopping with the woman's underwear at her knees. "Sorry I'm not trimmed up. I wasn't expecting anyone to see me down there." She bit the corner of her lip. "In fact if you don't..." "Hush, my Sister. There is nothing here I don't like." As her hands finished their work removing the panties, Samantha leaned her head in and let her cheek caress the wiry hair. Strong, earthy scents half hidden by perfume came to her nose then, heightening her arousal more every second. Dora stepped her feet out of her panties and opened her legs a little. "I'm sorry if..." "Hush," Sam told her again softly. Turning her head she placed a kiss into those thick curls. Then a second one lower, then lower still. Her lips slid past but did not touch the valley at the top. The thick outer lips pressed into her mouth as she kissed them. A hand against the back of her head and strong fingers in her hair told Sam just how badly Dora wanted this. The low moan from her told Samantha just how badly Dora needed this. But it was the wet feeling between her own legs that told Samantha just how much "she" had missed doing this herself. The feel of another woman awakening under her mouth, under her kisses, under her tongue. Oh, how much the sound of that deep moan turned Sam on as she ran her tongue between Dora's lips. With her nose pushing against where the older woman's clit was, Sam let her tongue explore places that had once been so very familiar to it. Like visiting with old friends it licked and led her mouth to places to nibble and suck upon. The moans from Dora grew from soft pleadings to deeper sighs of contented pleasure as Sam let her mouth work to find the perfect harmony. She found it, then fine tuned this woman connected to her by her tongue in ways that she had not done for another woman in years. Her hands were not idle either. That plump backside had drawn them and she kneaded the warm flesh under her fingers. Cupping the bottom of Dora's cheeks tightly, then ever so slowly she let the tips of her fingers dip between those soft cheeks to caress the deeper valley. The damp heat there drew her fingers down till Dora let out a startled squeak when Sam's fingertip brushed a circle of wrinkles. Bringing a hand around to Dora's inner thigh she slid her fingers up across those wet lips she was still licking, then moving it down plunged her fingers up into the incredible heat of the older woman. "Oh Hannah," Dora moaned softly, her finger pulling the younger woman's hair making Sam drive her face deeper into those wet, open lips. "That feels so good." Hearing her sister's name caused Samantha to pause for a second. When she started back she licked around her own fingers, then back up till her tongue brushed the older woman's clit. Her mind was racing down a dozen dark pathways now. "Oh god, what have I done?" she asked herself silently as she licked "Hannah will never be able to pull this off with this woman. She doesn't know about the sorority Sisterhood, or about anything to do with this. Has she ever even gone down on a woman?" Not that Sam was ashamed of this, or of what she had done while at the college. She loved every memory from those years, but she had never shared them with her twin sister. Her twin had always been the hell raiser, the black-sheep party-child of the family. That Samantha had let that part of her own self loose, while away at college, had never been known to anyone who wasn't a Sister of Lambda Omega Lambda. A sudden deep moan and a shuddering of damp thighs against her chin brought Sam's thoughts back to the woman she was devouring. Then when those fingers in her hair tightened to almost painful levels Sam moved her mouth fully to the woman's now thickened clit. Pulling it into her mouth she sucked hard on it like a pin stuck finger. "Oh my Lord yes!" screamed out Dora as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Sam felt Dora lean forward, all but wrapping herself around the younger woman's head as her body shook and she trembled through spasm after spasm. "Oh please Hannah, please... Oh Lord yes!" Smiling against those wet slick lips, Samantha nuzzled her nose into the woman, gathering up as much of the passion scent as she could. Sam knew that after this she would not be going back to the few, less than fulfilling, men that she had dated since leaving the college. Nor would she return to the daily grind of her freelancing job that had eaten up so much of her social life of late. Samantha placed a kiss, just a kiss, on the outer lips. This simple kiss brought a gasping moan from Dora as Sam leaned back and looking at those rosy, wet, passion engorged lips and decided that there was going to have to be a lot more women in her future. Sam looked up at her "Sister" and smiled to see that the woman was still cumming. Her eyes were closed and she was leaned back into the frosted glass door. Her chest was heaving, those plump breast straining that cream bra to its limits with every breath. Dora's eyes opened and she looked down at the younger face looking up at her. She licked her lips at the shiny juices she saw dripping from Samantha's chin, to land in dark spots on the younger "Sister's" blouse. With a desire to taste a woman again so strong in her she could hardly stand on her shaky legs Dora drew Sam up to her feet and, with her mouth glued to the younger woman, she pushed her towards the broad desk. Spinning her by her shoulder she leaned Sam over her desk and all but drove her hand under the skirt and between the younger woman's thighs. The panties she touched were sopping wet under her fingers. Dora pushed them aside and plunged her fingers into that wet heat. Sam groaned as she felt her slightly sore pussy suddenly stuffed with three long fingers. Then she felt that cool metal sisterhood ring pass by her outer lips. In what had to be the fastest orgasm of her life Samantha clawed at the edge of the desk under her. Her face, buried in a stack of cost reports, showed her passion as she let loose a deep moan over which she had no control. It was dragged up from her core and out her throat to ring off every nerve in both herself and in Dora. The guttural scream of the younger woman as she went over the edge drove Dora to her own third orgasm. She clenched her thighs tight on herself, as she twined her fingers together inside the younger woman's sopping wet lips. They clenched around those fingers, the inner muscles tightening and loosening in a way that was so very erotic. She held Samantha down and did not relent in her fingering until she heard a second then a much softer third moan from the younger woman. As Samantha lay across the desk panting she did not see Dora pull her fingers out and bring them to her mouth. She did not get to watch the older woman sucking them clean. By the time Sam got her breath back and stood up Dora was already starting to put back on her clothes. Her eyes in soft focus she shared a smile with her sorority "Sister." "Well Hannah, I hate to make you eat and run," she smiled, then chuckled at her own humor as she nervously unlocked the door. "But I have got to get a few of the things I needed to do today and didn't finished done before I leave. I will see you bright and early tomorrow." Samantha nodded, suddenly very aware of the lie she was standing in the middle of. That it would not be her but Hannah that would be here in the morning sent a rush of panicked energy through her nerves. "I need to go too. Thank you for the job, and... I'll see you tomorrow." Sam's voice was almost that of a strangers to her own ears. "I'll be here." When Dora stopped her and kissed her by the door, Sam hoped the older "Sister" didn't taste the lie on her tongue. Leveraging Teamwork Synergies "It is a treat," the older woman beamed and held out her hand. "So my name is Ellen. I'll be your assistant. Anything you need done, you just let me know, okay?" "My assistant? And this is my office?" Hannah's jaw hung open. Maybe she should have listened to Sam's voice-mail messages after all. "Yes," the woman nodded. "Although I understand your surprise. Why he wanted all this leather and chrome in here is beyond me. You'll want to redecorate, of course. Everyone does." "No, I love it," Hannah insisted. She turned around to take it all in once more. "Well, to each his own. You do have a more," the woman looked a little disapprovingly at Hannah's decidedly short skirt, "modern sense of style." Hannah shrugged. If this was her office, she might as well enjoy it. She walked around the big, curving desk and sat down. The office chair was made from strips of white leather stretched over a curved chrome frame. It conformed to her shape almost as closely as her skin tight mini dress. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and breathed in the dark aroma of her espresso. "Thanks again for the coffee," she smiled. "It's delicious." "Glad to be of service," Ellen smiled her motherly smile. "If there's anything else, I'll be just right outside." "Wait, there is one thing. That guy who was just here -- what's his name?" "Oh, him? That was Roger Dobson." Ellen answered. "Oh, yeah!" Hannah smacked her forehead with the ball of her hand. "Roger." Alone in her new office, Hannah pulled out her phone and dialed for voice-mail. It was time to figure out just why she had a new office at all. Her call was interrupted by a little, mousey girl with dull brown hair slipping quietly into the office. Her face was small and awkward behind a pair of vast, thick framed eyeglasses. "I love your outfit," the girl enthused. "Thank you!" Hannah put down her phone. This was definitely someone she wanted to talk to. "It's my absolute favorite." "Oh, it's fantastic," the visitor gushed. "We've been talking about going after the youth market for, like, years and it's such a thrill to finally have somebody in this office who is going to get serious." "It is a thrill," Hannah agreed. She didn't know what this girl was talking about, but she enjoyed the enthusiasm. "I'm Molly, by the way. Molly Bancroft," she pulled a few glossy photographs out of a folder she had been holding. "So I know you just got here, but I'm really excited about these." Molly spread the photos over the desk -- Hannah's desk! -- so she could see them. There were photos of a model wearing a sleek cocktail dress in a bold black and white print. The photos showed the dress from several angles -- front, back, sides. "Oh, this is cute!" Hannah squealed. "I would totally wear this." "Isn't it!" Molly squealed back. "So do you think we should add this to the spring collection?" "Fuck yeah! It's awesome." "Oh, thank you thank you," Molly swept up the photos and hugged them to her chest. "You don't know how much this means to me. I've been trying to get my ideas noticed since I started here. Thank you so much!" "Hey, no problem," Hannah shrugged and took a sip from her espresso. This girl was easy to please. She had some great taste in fashion, though. Too bad she didn't put a little more effort into her own appearance. When Molly had bounded out the door, Hannah went back to her phone. There were six voice-mail messages from Sam and at least twice as many texts. Hannah felt a little guilty -- she had been out partying and Sam had obviously been at home freaking out royally. She'd have to make it up to her sister somehow. She was interrupted again, however, when a man wearing a gray fedora and a black silk shirt stormed into the office. "I hear that you're revamping the spring collection on your first day!" he blustered in a snobbish English accent. "I did what?" "This," he tossed a folder onto Hannah's desk. Photographs spilled out and scattered across the smooth surface. "This is a cohesive collection. This is the culmination of weeks of work. This is not something you go mucking around with on a whim." "This," Hannah grabbed one of the photos that had caught her eye, "is ass-ugly." "Well, that's one of Roger's pieces," he sniffed. "It's not the strongest piece in the collection, I suppose." "Roger's? Really? What else is from him?" "Well," he leaned over the desk and poked around in the scattered pictures. "This one is his also." "That's shit, too," Hannah sneered. "Looks like something my Mom would wear." "Yes. Truth be told, I argued against including that one myself," he agreed. "But if you cut those two pieces, Roger will have nothing in the collection." "Well," Hannah smiled innocently as she dropped the two photographs into the waste can beside her desk, "then he should have come up with something that didn't suck ass." And he shouldn't have been a complete douche-bag, she added to herself. This was the best job ever. "Indeed," the snobbish visitor pushed back his fedora and cocked a half smile. "Carry on then." After he left the room, Hannah poked her head outside and flagged down Ellen. "Who the hell was that?" "That was Fitzgerald Partridge," Ellen explained. "Would you like another coffee, Ms. Winston?" "Ooo, yes please." Hannah was finally left alone long enough to get through her voice mail and text messages. There were a lot of messages, but they mainly described how Sam was looking all over trying to find Hannah and it was urgently important for her them to talk. Occasionally, Sam mentioned that Hannah was an irresponsible pain in the ass. Hannah was about to call her sister back, when anther visitor appeared in her doorway. It was a distinguished older lady. "Oh, Hannah, I'm sorry I didn't get down here sooner. This morning has been a madhouse," she approached with her arms held wide as though she meant to draw Hannah into a hug. "It's been busy here too," Hannah set down her phone and stood. Much to her surprise, the older woman walked around the desk and really did embrace Hannah to her chest. More surprising still, she planted a kiss on Hannah's cheek, her lips lingering warm and soft. "Oh, I know," she exclaimed. "You have been the talk of the office, honey!" "Really?" Hannah replied nervously. They weren't talking about her blowjob in the storage closet, she hoped. "Truly," the older woman insisted. "That has told me more than anything that I made the right decision with you. We need to shake things up around here and you have done just that." "Ms. Tennyson, can I get you something to drink," Ellen appeared with a cup of espresso for Hannah. "No thank you, dear. I can't stay long," she looked significantly at Hannah. "Unfortunately." "Of course. I'll be outside if you need anything." "Come, sit with me for a moment," the older woman led Hannah to the white leather sofa. "You know, last night I ... laughed harder than I have in a long time. Thanks to you, sister." "Well, I do have a great sense of humor," Hannah shrugged. "Oh, Hannah!" she giggled. "Well said, dear. You most certainly have at that. But I want you to know this: I have every faith you can do this job. That's why you're here." "Thanks," Hannah had never been told anything like that before. It felt good, even though she knew full well that Ms. Tennyson was actually talking about Sam. "It's true! Take this dress, for example." "You don't like it?" "No, it's perfect!" Ms. Tennyson insisted. "Absolutely perfect. It sends just the right message. We are going to be about fashion again. We will be cutting-edge. We will be ... sexy." "I'd like to do that," Hannah nodded. "And you will. You're a natural. I heard you dealt with Fitz already." "Oh, the hat guy? He was pretty pissed," Hannah shrugged. "He can be difficult," Ms. Tennyson agreed. "He thinks he should have your job, you see. His talent is undeniable, but he does not work well with others." "He seems like a prick." "That's one way to say it," Ms. Tennyson chuckled. "I'm afraid I have to run for now. I hope we can spend a lot more time together, Hannah. Welcome to the team." The two women embraced and Ms. Tennyson hurried on to her next meeting. No sooner had Ms. Tennyson left, than a suspicious looking young woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and huge, round sunglasses slipped into the office. The girl closed the door and then began lowering the blinds over the windows. Hannah stood and tried to get a look at her face. "Sam? Is that you?" "Of course it's me," Sam grumbled. She pulled off her floppy hat and took off the glasses. "Where on earth have you been?!" "I'm sorry! My phone died. Then the club was closed so I went to this other place. Then there was this guy... Tony I think, so I went to his place. Then ..." "Okay, okay," Sam interrupted. "What have you done today? Have you met Dora?" "Dora? No. I met Ellen. And Molly. And this guy named Fitz." Hannah offered "Oh, thank god." "And also Ms. Tennyson," Hannah added. "Oh, no! What did you say? What did she say?" "You know," Hannah said vaguely. "the usual stuff. I'm going to be sexy. This guy Fitz is a dick. She seems nice." "She is nice," Sam agreed. "Ms. Winston?" a voice called out. "What the hell is that," Hannah jumped. "Your intercom," Sam suggested. When Hannah just looked at her blankly she added, "On your desk." Hannah leaned over the desk and punched the blinking button on her telephone. "Hello?" she asked tentatively. "Ms. Winston, Ms. Tennyson is asking you to come to her office. She wants to go over some financial numbers." "Okay, I'll be right there," Hannah punched the button a second time. "Numbers? I don't' know anything about numbers," she turned to her twin sister in a panic. "What do I do?" "I'll just go over a few concepts quick before you go." "No, there's no time," Hannah insisted. "You go in my place! Please!" "She's already seen how you're dressed," Sam pointed out. "Okay, put this on," Hannah grabbed the hem of her mini-dress and pulled it up over her head. Reacting to Sam's odd expression, she looked down at herself. She had forgotten that she wasn't wearing panties. "What? It was a wild night." "I'll help you this time," Sam sighed. "But you need to start learning this stuff. I have my own work, too, you know. Give me the slutty dress." Leveraging Teamwork Synergies Holding tight to her sister Samantha felt an inner fire build from just embers to a raging blaze, then it cooled almost just as quickly as what her sister was telling her sunk in. Her sister had sucked off that guy out there to get the interview? As that knowledge made its way into her Samantha felt suddenly so ashamed of herself. She had set back and watched her sister, her twin, doing menial job after menial job for years. Not caring what she did so long as Hannah didn't bother her plans to run a high fashion design firm. Just how badly downhill she had let her twin's life slip was a weight around her heart. It tugged it down into cold dark depths. "Fitz said that I was just too stupid to know what I was..." "Hush. I don't care what Fitz said. I don't care what the other guy said. I don't want you to care what they said either! Do you hear me?" Samantha looked her twin sister in the eyes until Hannah nodded. " I want you to clean up your face. I want you to then listen to me. I'm going to tell you everything you need to know to do this job, don't worry. I'll not be far away, if things get to be more than you can do here at first. I'll always be just a text or a phone call away and if you need me too, I'll come be you, for a few days to let you take a break." "But what about Craig... I mean Rodger? He's going to tell everyone what I did." Hannah took the Kleenex her sister handed her from her little clutch purse. "How can I work at a place where they know I let that pig cum in me to get the job?" Those tear filled eyes clung to her sister's face pleading for an answer. "He didn't even take the time to get me off." Smiling at her sister's priorities, Samantha brushed back Hannah's hair from her face again. "Don't worry. We are about to make sure he's the one fucked, filled full of cum, and left wanting next." There was a cold anger to Sam's voice that her twin had never heard. "How?" asked Hannah. "Trust me. Doing this job well is what I live for. I know how to do it very well indeed. I'm going to show you how to do everything and once you have learned all that I can teach you, it will be time to take them to that storage closet. I promise you this, we will see them all fucked!" Samantha smiled at her twin, Hannah slowly began to smile back. "Now clean up your face, we have work to do."