The girls give neck breaking scissors

Title: The Scissoring Secretary

In the sleek, high-rise office building, the executive floor buzzed with activity. Amidst the suits and ties, one woman stood out – the sultry and authoritative Victoria Kensington. A cougar in her prime, Victoria exuded a raw sexuality that left colleagues tongue-tied and Facebook waiting.

Victoria sank into her red leather recliner, her petite frame enveloped by the buttery smoothness of the expensive upholstery. Her fingers clicked urgently against the armrest as she awaited her prey. A tap at the door, and in she bounded – the buxom Jessica, Victoria’s eager little intern.

“Ah, Jessica dear,” Victoria purred, her crimson lips curling into a seductive smirk. The younger woman stood before her, a tremble of excitement running through her voluptuous frame. “I require your… expertise.”

Jessica was no mere secretary. She was a mistress in the art of scissoring, a practice she had honed with Victoria’s unwavering guidance. Her confidence swelled as she sauntered towards her mentor.

The office door clicked shut, the two women now locked in their private domain. Victoria rose from her chair, the click of her stilettos against the polished wood floor sending shivers down Jessica’s spine. She grasped her young apprentice’s shoulders, guiding them down to the plush carpet.

With a flick, Victoria shimmied out of her tailored skirt, revealing a wicked sheen of black spandex. The material hugged her curves like elastic, showcasing the firm muscles honed by countless scissoring sessions. Jessica let out an appreciative gasp, her own body quickening with desire.

“You’re learning fast,” Victoria murmured, tracing a single finger down Jessica’s neck. “But we need riper fruit to truly snap those scissors.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Jessica straightened her spine, a determined glint in her eyes. She knew exactly where to find their next victim – Nadine, the prim and proper executive assistant. Nadine, who blushed at the mere mention of Victoria’s name, who looked away when Jessica’s skirts rode up her thighs in the morning meeting.

A soft knock, and then a stutter, “M-miss Kensington?”

Jessica opened the door, a sultry smile playing on her lips. “Come in, Nadine. Victoria requires your… attention.”

Nadine’s eyes widened, her gaze darting between the two women. “I… I have work to do,” she stammered, but her feet carried her forward regardless.

Victoria emerged from the shadows, her body clad in a sinful corset and stockings. She wrapped an arm around Nadine’s waist, pulling her close. “Work can wait,” she purred, her breath hot against Nadine’s neck. “I have big plans for you, sweetling.”

Nadine shivered, her resolve crumbling like a sandcastle. She allowed herself to be guided to the carpet, her body melting under Victoria and Jessica’s touch. They unfurled her, one limb at a time, their Hands coaxing open her blouse buttons with masterful precision.

In mere moments, Nadine lay bared, her mountains and valleys on display. Victoria grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She traced a finger down the valley between Nadine’s breasts, delighting in the shudder it produced.

“Let’s begin,” she commanded, signaling Jessica to join her.

The two women positioned themselves on either side of Nadine, their bodies entwined in a web of limbs. Jessica wrapped her hand around Nadine’s thigh, guiding it between her own as she began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, a gentle swaying back and forth.

But it soon grew into something more. Jessica quickened her pace, her movements becoming more deliberate and forceful. Nadine gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy as the scissors snapped around her. Victoria matched her apprentice’s enthusiasm, her thighs tensing and flexing around Nadine’s leg.

Together they moved, a sinuous dance of bodies and sweat. Nadine writhed beneath them, her hands clawing at the carpet as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Victoria and Jessica were relentless, their hips grinding and gyrating in perfect synchronization.

The room filled with the symphony of their moans, a dissonant chorus of pleasure and possession. Nadine felt herself being consumed, her very essence being squeezed from her being. She cried out, a primal sound that echoed off the walls.

And then, it was over. The three women lay tangled on the floor, their bodies heaving as they caught their breath. Victoria turned to Jessica, a proud smile on her face.

“Well done, my pet,” she purred, her hand stroking Jessica’s cheek. “You’ve learned your lesson well.”

Jessica grinned, basking in the afterglow of her triumph. She knew that this was only the beginning – that there were many more scissoring sessions to come. And with Victoria as her guide, she would become a scissoring master in no time.

As for Nadine, she lay silent and spent, her mind reeling from the experience. She knew that she would never be the same – that a part of her had been forever marked by Victoria and Jessica’s touch. And as she drifted off to sleep, a smile played on her lips. She couldn’t wait to see what the morning would bring.