Valerie hesitated, then slowly sat back down, her eyes flicking nervously between Brooke and Emily. She felt like an intruder in this strange dance between the two women, yet she was also intrigued.

Emily cleared her throat, her cheeks still flushed. "Yes, let's focus on the project. Valerie, as I was saying, your access to the files is crucial. We need you to start pulling the financial records, quietly..." Emily started to say, then paused as Brooke took her hand and gently led her around the desk. Emily's eyes widened in surprise, but she followed Brooke's lead, her heart pounding in her chest. Brooke stopped in front of Valerie, her eyes locked onto the younger woman's.

"Valerie, darling," Brooke began, her voice as smooth as velvet. "I think Emily and I have been a bit... distracted. Perhaps you could help us refocus on the task at hand?"

Valerie's eyes flickered between Brooke and Emily, her mind racing. She was clearly out of her depth, but she couldn’t say no.

Brooke took Emily by the shoulders, turning her so that she faced Brooke, but her back was towards Valerie. She then gently pushed Emily so that her petite peach bottom plopped into Valerie's lap, who reflexively hooked her legs around Emily's parting them slightly, as if she was trained to do so.

Emily gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson, but she didn't protest. Brooke's hands slid to Emily's knees, slowly moving up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up as she went. Emily's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as Brooke's thumbs rubbed her inner thighs.

Valerie sat frozen, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't look away either. Emily's body felt warm and soft in her lap, her scent filling Valerie's nostrils, a mix of expensive perfume and Emily's lust.

Brooke's fingers continued their slow ascent, her eyes locked onto Valerie's, a silent command passing between them. Valerie's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel Emily's body tensing, her breath hitching as Brooke's fingers reached the edge of her panties.

"Brooke," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible, a plea for release or restraint, Valerie wasn't sure. Brooke simply smiled, her fingers still, for a moment, before hooking the edge of Emily's panties and pulling them aside.

"You agreed too quickly, too easily to the idea of having this little chat about insider trading and financials," Brooke said, her voice a low purr, as she looked into Emily's eyes, "Don't you think?"

Emily's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open to meet Brooke's gaze. "I... I did?" she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brooke nodded, her fingers resuming their slow, tantalizing exploration. "You did. And I can't help but wonder why," Brooke continued, her fingers now tracing the edge of Emily's wetness, making her squirm in Valerie's lap. Valerie's own body shuddered, as she watched the scene unfold before her.

Emily's eyes fluttered closed again, her head tilting back slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Brooke, please... I can't think straight when you do that," she whispered.

Brooke chuckled, low and sultry. "That's the point, darling. I don't want you to think straight," Brooke replied, her fingers continuing their slow, torturous exploration. Emily's hips shifted slightly, seeking more friction. Valerie's grip on Emily's thighs tightened, her own body aching with a need she had never felt before. She watched, mesmerized, as Brooke's fingers slipped inside Emily, her thumb pressing against her clit, making Emily gasp and moan.

Brooke's eyes flicked to Valerie, a wicked gleam in them. "You were going to sell me and Valerie down the river, for a shot at a promotion, weren't you, Emily?" Brooke's voice was like velvet, her fingers still moving inside Emily, making her squirm and gasp.

Emily's eyes fluttered open, meeting Brooke's gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "I don't know what you're talking about, Brooke," Emily managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. But even as she spoke, she knew it was a lie. She had been considering it, the opportunity to climb the corporate ladder, to finally get the recognition she deserved. But she hadn't expected Brooke to notice, hadn't expected her to be here, like this, with Valerie watching.

"Valerie, Emily looks a little tense. Perhaps some gentle kisses, to help her relax?" Brooke suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Valerie's eyes widened, she had never been in a situation like this before, but the intensity of it had her hooked.

She looked at Emily, who was writhing in her lap, her breath coming in short gasps. She could see the desire in Emily's eyes, the need for release. Before she could second-guess herself, Valerie leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Emily's, a soft moan escaping them.

Valerie had expected Emily to pull away, to put an end to this unexpected intimacy, but she didn't. Instead, Emily leaned into the kiss, her tongue flicking out to meet Valerie's, deepening the kiss. Valerie's hands, which had been gripping Emily's thighs, relaxed, her fingers tracing soft patterns on Emily's skin, making her shiver.

Brooke watched the scene unfold, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had orchestrated this, wanting to see how far she could push these two women, wanting to see them give in to their desires.

And they were giving in, oh so beautifully.

Brooke's fingers continued their slow, deliberate dance inside Emily, her thumb rubbing against her clit, making Emily gasp and moan into Valerie's mouth. Valerie's hands, now more confident, moved from Emily's thighs to her waist, her fingers splaying out, holding her in place. Emily's hips moved in rhythm with Brooke's fingers, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

Emily tried to speak through the kiss, her voice high pitched as if she was close to some precipice, not wanting to fall, "Brooke, please. I'll do whatever you ask, of my own free will. Just..."

Brooke's eyes gleamed with triumph, her finger still inside Emily. "I suppose that should suffice," she stated with a sigh, then paused for effect, "Or we can just take your will away entirely." she said with a wicked grin, her tongue darting into Emily's folds, making her gasp and moan loudly, which Valerie silenced with her own mouth on Emily's.

Emily found it hard to breathe, Valerie's mouth on hers, Brooke's tongue exploring her most intimate parts, and Brooke's fingers inside her, all at once. She felt like she was drowning in sensation, her body trembling with anticipation.

Brooke's tongue flicked against Emily's clit, making her gasp and buck her hips. Valerie's hands moved to Emily's petite breasts, squeezing them gently, her thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden.

Brooke, firmly in control, tugged on Valerie's legs until her womanhood and Emily's swollen sex were aligned, separated only by the thin fabric of their panties. Emily whimpered into Valerie's mouth, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more contact. Valerie, her lips still locked with Emily's, felt the heat between their legs, the dampness seeping through their panties. She moaned, her own arousal growing, her hips moving in sync with Emily's.

Brooke's fingers slipped out of Emily, replaced by her tongue, lapping at Emily's wetness, making her moan and squirm, while her fingers found their way into Valerie's panties, stroking her clit, making her gasp into Emily's mouth.

Valerie's hands left Emily's breasts, moving to her own skirt, hiking it up, giving Brooke better access. Brooke's fingers slipped inside her, making her moan, her hips bucking against Brooke's hand.

Emily's hands moved to Valerie's hair, tangling in the blonde locks, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Valerie's hands moved to Emily's waist, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place as Brooke's tongue and fingers brought them both closer to the edge.

Brooke repeated a torturous cycle, tongue on Emily, then fingers, while tongue on Valerie, then fingers, driving them both wild with desire. Emily's moans were muffled by Valerie's lips, but her body spoke volumes, her hips grinding against Valerie's, seeking relief.

Valerie moaned, she had never felt anything like this, never experienced such intense pleasure. She could feel Emily's body tensing, her breaths coming in shorter gasps, her fingers tightening in Valerie's hair.

"Brooke... please..." Emily managed to gasp, her voice barely above a whisper. Brooke’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

She slowed her rhythm, her tongue and fingers teasing Emily and Valerie, keeping them on the edge but not letting them tumble over. "Please what… please stop?" she asked with a low chuckle. Brooke pulled her fingers out of Emily, making her groan. "Well, that's not very nice, Emily. After all the effort I've put in." She said, her tongue still lapping at Emily's wetness, making her squirm.

"However, the truth is, you should be asking Valerie permission. She's the one that can command you to orgasm. Isn't that right, Valerie?" Brooke said, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked up at Valerie from between Emily's legs.

Valerie's eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been in a position like this before, never held such power over someone, especially not someone like Emily. She looked at Emily, who was looking back at her with pleading eyes, her body tense with anticipation.

"Valerie, please... I need to climax. Please let me." Emily's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes locked onto Valerie's, begging for release. Valerie's mind raced, her body yearning to give Emily what she wanted, but her rational mind struggled with the power dynamics at play.

Brooke, sensing Valerie's inner turmoil, leaned back, her fingers slipping out of both women, leaving them both panting and wanting.

"You know, Valerie," she began, her voice low and sultry, "Emily here has been a bad girl. She's been keeping secrets, thinking she could use them to her advantage. But secrets have a way of coming out, don't they, Emily?" Brooke's eyes gleamed with a cold light as she looked at Emily, who was still sitting in Valerie's lap, her body tensed with unfulfilled desire.

Emily, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lust, looked away, her eyes fluttering closed.

Brooke assumed Valerie would punish Emily for the secrets she kept. But instead, Valerie did something completely unexpected.

She smiled, a soft, gentle smile that lit up her entire face. "Of course, Emily. You can cum," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. Emily's eyes widened in surprise, then a look of pure relief washed over her face. She let out a soft moan, her body convulsing as she came, her fingers tangling in Valerie's hair, pulling her closer.

Brooke watched in confusion. She had expected a power play, a punishment, but Valerie had shown mercy, kindness even.

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to understand this turn of events. Brooke had orchestrated this encounter to put Emily in her place, to remind her who was in charge. But Valerie had thrown a wrench into her plans. Brooke felt a pang of jealousy, a rare emotion for her. She was used to being the center of attention, the one in control. But here she was, watching as Emily rode out her orgasm in Valerie's lap, her body trembling with pleasure, her eyes locked onto Valerie's.

"That face looks good on you, Mom. I like that expression." Teresa's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp but expected by at least one member in the room, as she plopped a tablet down in front of Brooke.

"What the hell is this?" Brooke snapped, her eyes never leaving the tablet.