TANGLE OF LEGS, part 6 (Patreon)

Without a second of hesitation, Lorene pressed the send button. Then, she trembled. Leaning back, she tried to get comfortable in her office chair.

“It’s done,” she whispered in a voice impossible to interpret. Fear or relief?

It was then that the whispers of her work colleagues reached her ear from beyond the door. Lorene was no fool: she knew they had come back to talk about her. For a moment, Lorene wanted to shout at them that they didn’t have to look elsewhere for what was right there in front of their eyes. She had always been the most popular woman in every single circle she had moved in: high school, college, her previous job.

And I would be the most popular woman here…if this Evelyn Bauer hadn’t gotten in my way, the tall redhead mentally grumbled, eager for answers. For the first time in her 28 years of life, she wasn’t the sole center of attention, something she couldn’t stand.

“Why they didn’t stop talking about their fucking legs?” Lorene hissed to herself, stretching her own impressive legs in front of herself to see her greatest virtues. She enjoyed the strength and the femininity of her legs, and wondered how anyone could prefer another female’s legs instead of hers. “No woman has surpassed me in this area. And Evelyn is no exception, whatever her fucking legs look like…”

Rising to her feet, Lorene approached the full-length mirror in her office. Days ago, when compliments about Evelyn had climaxed in her work group, she had decided to purchase the mirror in an act that was closer to strengthening her will than simple immodesty. Now, every hour she wasted at least a few minutes in admiring her own reflection.

“She will never get over my legs, but neither over my pretty face or the rest of my body,” she said smugly, watching her curves. Her firm C-cup boobs were the perfect complement to a thin but toned torso, and the redhead’s hips were wide and visibly powerful. Turning to check her ass in the mirror, Lorene noticed how tight and firm it looked under her short skirt after so many years in the gym, each butt cheek standing out as a wonderful prologue to thick and magnificent thighs. “No, this cocky, stupid woman isn’t better than me,” Lorene added, now looking at her deep green eyes with a seductive gaze, at her delicate and feminine nose, at her heart-shaped mouth with full lips and pinkish natural color, at her tender skin that seemed made to caress, at her long and straight reddish hair, as soft as silk.

Feeling more confident, Lorene sat back in her chair, putting her heeled feet up on the table. Then she waited, and waited, and waited for a few eternal minutes…

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“I have received an email from Lorene!”

The peace in the office of group 12 broken into pieces, with chairs falling to the ground as several men ran toward Peter, their lucky coworker. However, Evelyn just felt a blow of genuine aversion: towards her colleagues, but also towards the other woman. Being the only female in the office—and not any female—she expected to be the queen bee, as she had always been, at all times and in all places. But from who knows which floor of the skyscraper, that Lorene seemed determined to steal what belonged to her since adolescence, since her body flourished in the sculptural beauty that she was today.

And then she knew. As if the revelation flow through her like an electric shock, the beautiful redhead jumped out of her seat to head the tumult.

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