I take her past the door reading 'Staff Only' and down the corridor. We pass the kitchen and she stops to wave at Bam who smiles kindly at us in return. At the end of the hallway, there's the staff bathroom door on the left, an exit in the middle, and our supply closet on the right. I pick the latter door and let her in, closing it behind us and flipping the light switch on.

"Sorry if it smells in here," I apologize, gesturing to the dirty mops in the far corner.

"This is kind of like... The janitors closet and the staff lounge in one," I say lightheartedly, trying to ease some of the awkward tension.

There are two large metal shelves in the center of the room and a bunch of packed crates on the far side where the staff usually sit and smoke. I lead her that way and offer her a seat on one of the crates. She shakes her head 'No' so I stand there with her until she's ready to speak. This side of the room is dimly lit, as the light near the door doesn't quite illuminate this far, but it's light enough that I can make out her piercing eyes.

She doesn't say anything and we've been standing in here for almost two minutes.

"Bam said you wanted to ask me something..." I pipe up, watching as her eyes finally meet mine.

Her lips are on mine before I even realize what's happening. My eyebrows shoot up in shock but I don't dare break contact. Instead, I let my hands find their way around her neck and pull her mouth further into me, whimpering into her mouth. She grips my backside and slams me against the wall with as much force as she can and I gasp at the pain momentarily while her lips travel down my neck. My entire body is on fire. I don't even know what to do with myself. I haven't felt this way in...

Well, thirty days. It's as if all of this pent-up sexual frustration is finally surfacing and my body literally cannot control itself.

I pull on her hair with both hands and bring her lips back to mine, crashing them into hers with unmatchable force. She moans into my mouth and I don't hesitate to separate my lips, allowing her access inside. While she obliges when I grant her tongue it's request, it doesn't seem like that's the only place she wants permission to enter. Her fingers are pulling desperately at my belt loops as her tongue continues to prod inside of my mouth.

At this point, all sense of time is lost and I aide her in unbuttoning my jeans. She takes over, harshly pulling them down along with my underwear, until they just barely rest mid-thigh. Even though she's barely touched me yet, I can't halt my panting and whimpering as the simple sensation of being touched is completely setting me off.

She continues kissing me with the most unbeatable passion as her eager hands trail up my shirt. She roughly yanks my bra down so that my breasts are exposed under my shirt. Her hands massage them nimbly while her lips return to my neck, sucking and biting with urgency. I feel like I'm going to lose it any minute now as she breathes heavily against my skin and my sensitive nipples roll between her fingers.

Ihave to keep it together. I force my breaths out, slow and heavy to keep myselffrom losing it. Just then, her face is back in front of mine and her foreheadrests against mine. She kisses me chastely, lingering as I feel her hands bothbegin to trail down my sides. A long and unrestrained moan escapes from my lipsas I patiently wait for what she will do next. I wait and I wait, but she doesnothing. I feel her fingers just above my clit, making delicate strokes up anddown and I just want her to do it already.

"I've missed you so much, Lisa." She whispers into my lips, her fingers moving down to caress my inner thighs. Another sharp heavy breath leaves my lips in frustration.

"All month I've wanted to see you. But I couldn't call. I was afraid that you'd lost interest in me... I thought you hated me."

"I- I didn't..." I stutter, moving my hands down to grasp her upper arms, hoping I might coax them into going where I want them to go. "I wanted to see you, too, Jennie... I... I really wanted to." I whisper and she plants another quick kiss on my lips.

"Then why did you cancel our appointment?" Her tone softens even further as that hand I've been waiting for finally meets my throbbing clit. I practically sink against the wall, letting out a pitched and sensitive whimper and Jennie uses her free hand to grip my thigh as her body weight presses against me to keep me steady. "Why did you do that, Lisa?" She prods, rubbing all too lightly at my clit.

I don't..." I try to force out, but I can't seem form a coherent sentence in this state. "I can't... Ughh, shit..."

My mouth hangs slightly open as I bear through her unbearably soft touch, waiting for her to increase the pressure or speed up. Something. I try to grind my hips into her hand to create some sort of friction but she pushes them roughly back against the wall and I whimper.

"Tell me why you did it, Lisa!" She demands, still in a hushed tone as her fingers continue their delicate brushing.

I realize she probably isn't going to do what I want her to until I confess to her and the thought kills me. She's teasing me on purpose. I grip the back of her neck and breathe in through gritted teeth, trying to collect myself as her pace increases only slightly.

"I... I was scared," I force out, digging my nails into her skin as she speeds up. "I didn't want to be the one who... I wanted you to- To be honest with me. I was stupid."

She kisses me again on the lips and presses her fingers harder into me. My head falls into the crook of her neck as a set of brash, unsteady moans flitter out from my throat. I can't even try to keep quiet; the feeling is so fucking good. She doesn't stop me when my hips begin to grind into her again. Instead, she welcomes it, pressing her own body roughly against her fingers to increase this delicious friction.

I think it can't get any better than this, and then her fingers quickly slip down through my folds and drive inside of me.

"Ooooh, fuck!" I practically scream into her neck. My nails must be drawing blood at this point as they are sunk so deep into the skin of her back.

She pumps hard and fast with two fingers, using her thumb to rub my clit. I feel her lips just below my earlobe as she nibbles and sucks. Her hot breath hits my ear again before I hear her speak. "Does it feel good, Lisa?" She whispers into my ear.

"Yes," I hiss out through an uneven breath.

She continues, her low and sultry voice setting me off.

"You want me to make you cum, don't you?" She breathes.

"Please..." I beg her.

She begins grinding her own hips in a slow motion against her pumping fingers, spreading my legs further apart as she does so. I realize this would be a lot simpler if my pants weren't stuck around my thighs right now, but I enjoy it as it if, still absolutely amazing. I keep one hand firm planted on the back of her neck while the other travels to her lower back. I press her into me as she continues working her fingers and hips and I'm so close.

My breath is erratic and heavy and I'm just seconds away from climaxing when I hear a voice behind Jennie.

"Hey, noona, what did you- Holy shit!" Bam yells upon seeing us in this compromising position.

Jennie quickly pulls herself away from me, her eyes wide as I hastily try to bring my pants back up around my hips. My heart is beating so fast I think I could die. Bam says no more, instead slamming the door shut as fast as he came in, leaving the two of us alone again. We hear a muffled "Sorry!" come from his side of the door.

Once I get my pants buttoned, I sink down against the wall with my face in my hands. I don't know if I'm embarrassed, ashamed, or just plain frustrated. I try to get my breathing under control as Jennie sinks down beside me. Neither of us says a word for the remaining three minutes of my break and before I know it, I hear Bam's muffled voice boom through the door again

"Umm... Lisa? There's no one covering register..." He warns me, prompting me to stand from my place on the floor and head out.

I clasp the doorknob and turn before Jennie puts a hand on mine to stop me. "I'm sorry, Lisa... I didn't mean-"

"No," I intercede, my expression instantly becoming light and playful. "The only thing you should be apologizing for is not getting me there faster."

Her face betrays surprise as her mouth hangs open in shock at my words. I wink at her before we both exit the supply room. I watch her leave in agony, upset that I have to spend the next five hours here after our little encounter. I spend a good part of the rest of my morning contemplating whether or not to go home 'sick' but decide against it as I take into consideration how busy we are in the afternoon. It's going to be a long day...

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I ride with Bam to the club and my legs literally shake the entire way there. We hadn't had a chance to talk about what happened this morning and I really wanted to keep it that way. However, he was a little more than anxious to get me to talk about it, as he'd admitted to being emotionally scarred by what he'd witnessed. I kept it as vague as I possibly could, covering my face in embarrassment when he began making sex noises at a stop light.

"Stop it, Bam! I'm already mortified enough as it is," I whine to him as he laughs loudly.

"I swear on everything if you do that in front of Jennie I will show every girl in that club the picture of you and Mark."

His laughter is immediately halted as I remind him of the time, I had found him in a compromising position with one of his friends after having a few too many drinks one night. Naturally, I snapped a picture in case I needed to blackmail him at any point.

"Don't get hasty, Lisa. I was only joking," He assures me, gluing his eyes back to the road.

"I won't even talk to Jennie tonight. You two can keep to yourselves in a dark corner somewhere for all I care."

I smile at my win as he pulls onto the side of the road to park, feeding the meter and ushering me to the entrance doors. We're let in immediately by the bouncer and met with the vibration of the bass and multi-colored strobe lights pointing in every direction. The place is packed and I have no idea how we're going to track down Jennie in this mess of people.

Bam leans into my ear to tell me something as we push through the crowd. "She said she'd wait for us at the bar!" He informs me and I realize that's what we're moving towards. Seconds later, I see Jennie with her back to us occupying a stool. I smile to myself as my eyes travel down her figure, appreciating the ensemble she chose. Bam looks at me, shaking his head in amusement.

"I'm gonna go find someone to dance with," He tells me, shaking his hips to the music. "Text me if you need anything."

I nod in agreement and traipse over to Jennie, resting my hands over her eyes and leaning into her ear. I feel her cheeks perk up under my hands and whisper into her ear. "Guess who."

In one swift motion, she pulls my hands from her face and whips around in the stool, pulling my body into hers and planting a soft kiss on my lips. "Oh..." She frowns. "I thought for sure you were one of my clients," She jokes and I roll my eyes in response. I'm glad that wasn't uncomfortable...

"You wish," I counter, resting my hands on the back on her neck and kissing her again on the lips.

"Actually," She starts, her gaze faltering. "That's not my job anymore."

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused. "I mean, I'm not in sex therapy anymore," She confesses, looking back up at me searchingly. "I quit."

She notices the confused expression I'm sporting and stands from her stool, leading me to a secluded area towards the back of the club, the VIP section. I don't question how she'll get us in here, I just follow her lead as she whispers something into the bouncer's ear. He nods with a kind smile on his face and pulls the curtain back for us. Jennie leads me up a small set of stairs and into a vacant room to the right. There's a tinted window that overlooks the dancefloor, which I'm guessing is only one-sided, and a single black couch that reminds of the one from her office. We take a seat on it and I scoot into her, waiting for her to continue.

"So..." She starts again, letting one of her arms rests on the back of the couch. "I quit my job," She repeats, averting her eyes from me almost as if she's trying to convince herself of the truth in her words.

"Why did you quit?" I question curiously, leaning into her torso and staring into her eyes.

She meets my gaze and smiles warmly. "It's not important, really," She deflects, taking one of my hands in hers. "Can we forget about it for the time being and just... you know," She poses, nuzzling my neck and causing me to giggle.

She keeps her lips planted on my neck and I whisper into her ear, my voice as low as I can manage. "You'll have to make me forget..." I tell her, nibbling on her earlobe gently before sucking the spot.

"That I can do," She whispers back, taking my lips in hers.

A/N: So... Jennie has a secret. Only two more chapters to go! Thanks again for all of the kind comments. Your support is amazing!

Anyone of you heard of Freenbeck from the GAP series? Prolly going to start something too... Watch out!