Lauren Jauregui was a twenty five year old woman who worked as a news reporter for the Guardian newspaper in London. But there was one thing she kept to herself, not let slip to anyone, that she liked girls. She loved them. She'd never been with one before but she lusted after beautiful women that she saw everyday in the office. On the weekends Lauren would go down South London, one of the side streets and walk into a strip club and watch beautiful pole dancers dancing on poles for men of all ages lusting after them in just a bra and g string. Little did the people there know that Lauren Jauregui too lusted after them. So she was a total lesbian.
Lauren always liked girls ever since secondary school when she hit puberty and the other girls were growing breasts and their bodies were getting curvier and sexier. She found them more attractive then the boys there. She never admitted to her friends and family that she was a lesbian but they kind of guessed as she never went on any dates with guys who asked her out.
It was one rainy Thursday afternoon that Lauren's sexy little assistant, Camila Cabello, a petite girl with long brown hair, a tight little booty and small perky breasts came into Lauren's office wearing a tight knee length black skirt with a slit at the back, black heels, and a black top with a low cut showing her cleavage.
She smiled, "you wanted to see me, Miss Jauregui," she said sweetly.
"Yes, I did. Could you close the door and then sit down," Lauren ordered. She sat at her desk with her feet up on it in her black leather swinging chair.
Camila Cabello closed the door and then hurried and sat down in the chair opposite her boss. She fiddled nervously with her hands in her lap. "What did you want to see me about, Miss Jauregui?" she asked.
Lauren stared lustfully at the beautiful brunette sitting in front of her. Her green eyes lowered down to Camila's chest that seemed bigger and fuller every time she breathed. Lauren swallowed nervously and felt herself getting wet at the sight. She got up off the chair and walked over to the window and looked out at the busy street outside and then pulled down the blinds.
"Why are closing the blinds?" Camila asked.
Avoiding her question, Lauren locked her office door so they wouldn't be disturbed.
Camila got up off the chair and headed towards the door but Lauren stood in her way.
"Miss Jauregui, if you don't need any service from me, I should get back to my desk and take office calls," Camila said.
"I am your boss, Camila, and you should do as I tell you," She replied, flicking a long strand of black hair behind her shoulder.
"Yes, Miss Jauregui," Camila replied. "What is it you want?"
"How long have you been my assistant now, Camila?"
"Six months."
"That's right, and during that time you've not noticed why I keep you doing long hours for me?" Lauren asked, raising a dark eyebrow.
"Yes, I have. But I've never complained because I wanted to make a good impression," she replied.
"Oh, believe me you have," Lauren grinned. Her eyes lowered down to her assistant's chest again and felt the feeling of sexual arousal growing stronger between her legs. Getting wetter and wetter. She backed Camila into a corner and leaned her arms up over her head and looked down at her lustfully. "You see, Camila, I've called you in today because I want you."
Camila looked back in confusion "you want me? what for?" she asked.
"Since that day I hired you to be my assistant I have not stopped thinking about you, wanting you. You see, Camila, I like girls, sexy girls like yourself. But it's only you I want to be my first time," Lauren confessed, her heart pounding as she stared deeply into her love interest's chocolate brown eyes.
