Dominating the Boss 26 (Patreon)

I wasn’t sure what to expect from the video call, as while Umi had turned more obedient than even my generous expectations, her shock did most of the work, assisted by our public location. I expected her to act differently against Tiffany only. 

The shaky video camera of Tiffany’s phone showed that they were still in the corridor, so Umi was still silent. The angle of the phone, combined with her silence, meant that I had to wait until they arrived at their room for me to see her reaction. 

I started walking to my own room to change.

Umi only spoke after Tiffany stepped into the room. “I… What was that?” she managed to stutter, her tone trembling as she looked down, which surprised me. I expected her to lash out, not whisper obediently. And while she was trying to answer, Tiffany managed to put her phone in an obscure corner to give me a nice show without being detected. 

“We were putting up a show, of course. It’s a tough job, keeping the boss happy,” Tiffany answered, much sharper than the situation demanded. “What, did you think that you can sit on the corner like a wallflower, benefit from my humiliation without contributing anything?” 

Umi looked stricken as her gaze jumped up. “Oh, no! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just … surprised.” 

I had to admit, Tiffany pulled a good trick there, one that worked excellently in office affairs as well as it worked in other, more fun, activities. By blaming Umi for trying to benefit from her efforts, she changed the narrative completely, and Umi was simply too weak to resist that.  

“I’m sorry as well,” Tiffany answered, her anger reduced a modest amount. “I know that it’s not right for me to blame you like that, but it’s … tough, trying to help my husband.”

“I understand, it’s difficult,” Umi answered. “Can’t we stop?” she asked. 

“We can if you want your husband to be stuck in a dead-end job, wasting his years of hard work during studying while the others climb above their heads,” Tiffany explained as she reiterated their earlier conversation, which was hitting much harder after the latest adventure. “A little girl-on-girl action is nothing.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“Of course not. A friendly touch or two, or a kiss between girls doesn’t count as cheating. Ask your fiancee if you want, and see how he will answer,” Tiffany said, clearly confident that Umi could never gather the courage to do so. Umi just nodded hesitantly. Tiffany pounced. “Don’t tell me you haven’t ever kissed a girl for practicing?” 

“N-no,” Umi managed to whisper. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry," Tiffany said. “But I thought all girls did that. Did you at least thought about it?"

“Not really, no.” 

“Hmm,” Tiffany murmured even as she put her hand on her chin. At this point, I had arrived at my room — my private one, not the one I shared with Jennifer — and rather than changing my clothes, I sat on my bed, continuing to watch the show. “It’s not good, maybe we should practice a bit, to provide a nice show at the hot tub.” 

“A show!” Umi exclaimed. 

“Of course. That’s the best way to distract him without going too far. Of course, if you prefer to work on him directly, that’s your choice,” Tiffany said, her earlier promises about protecting her from my greedy paws conveniently ignored since Umi lacked the confidence to remind Tiffany about them. 

While Umi was lost in thought at the sudden reversal, Tiffany closed in the distance, pushing a few strands of hair away from her cute face and twirled them with her finger. "You're a very pretty girl," she whispered.

The unexpected touch, combined with the compliment, unbalanced Umi enough to prevent her from reacting as Tiffany leaned forward, and captured her beautiful lips in a lingering kiss. 

I watched in enjoyment as Tiffany grabbed Umi’s waist gently, preventing her from escaping back with a soft step. Umi needed to pull back aggressively to extract herself from the situation, something that needed more determination than she had been displaying. She stayed in Tiffany’s arms as the kiss deepened, fingers dancing over the delicate lines of her chin, while a set of pearly teeth nibbled at her lower lip, exploration turning into sensual as Tiffany led her toward the bed. 

When Tiffany pulled back, Umi looked around in shock, missing the short travel they had conducted during the kiss. However, she didn’t have time to comment on it, not when Tiffany’s hand found its way to her shoulder, starting to caress down her arm before taking a jump and slipping underneath her blouse, caressing the naked skin of her stomach, slowly revealing her beautiful pale flesh. 

“Maybe we should-” Umi managed to stammer, but only when Tiffany’s hands continued to travel up, not giving the slightest intention of slowing down. Her courage was in vain, though, because Tiffany sealed her lips with another kiss. Umi only managed to speak again when Tiffany’s fingertips were brushing the underside of her breasts — her bra absent since the dinner — not because she was able to gather enough courage, but because Tiffany’s kisses had moved down to her neck and shoulders. 

“Maybe we should stop?” Umi offered. 

Tiffany’s response was decisive. Rather than following her suggestion, she grabbed her top and pulled up, revealing Umi’s surprisingly large breasts that looked even more amazing in her thin frame. 

Umi tried to grab her blouse to stop herself, but she was too late. Tiffany’s grasp was tight. “What are you doing!” 

“I’m undressing you, of course. We still need to find you a fitting swimsuit before going for the hot tube.” Umi lacked the experience to handle Tiffany’s shameless reply, even when Tiffany pushed down her shoulder, making her lay down before dragging her blouse off. 

Too far gone to resist, Umi raised her arms as Tiffany dragged her blouse up, leaving her top completely naked. She did try to resist when Tiffany showed no intention of keeping herself limited to that by touching the button of her jeans and started to pull down, but that was also aborted when Tiffany, without a warning, captured her nipple between her lips — using her teeth to the best effect if Umi’s slightly pained gasp was any indicator. 

It was a pity that the phone camera was rather limited. I would have loved to see that scene from a better angle. 

It took a few seconds for Tiffany to pull down Umi’s jeans. Too smooth to be her first time doing so, I thought even as I appreciated the striking sight of her red hair spilling over Umi’s beautiful breasts, who only had her panties to protect her modesty. To her benefit, the panties were quite substantial — and very unsexy. Unfortunately for her, Tiffany didn’t lose a second before putting her knee between her thighs, rubbing against her entrance, which, combined with her lips, triggered a loud moan from Umi. 

“Much better,” Tiffany said as she rose, her knee still placed strategically as she quickly rid of her top and her bra, and I licked my lips in the process, enjoying the contrast. Their skin color was not too different, but Tiffany was taller, and much curvier, the combination of their naked breasts looked amazing. 

After that, she lowered herself over Umi once again, enjoying the feeling of her lips once more, this time, her tongue much more active. Umi trembled underneath as Tiffany’s hips danced, her eyes closed as she tried to process the confusing rush of feelings, the weight of the moment getting heavier and heavier.  

Soon, warning signs appeared in Umi’s otherwise passive posture. I expected Tiffany to miss those and continue to push forward, which would have been ruined the whole thing. Umi was already nearing her limit, and pushing through that before giving her a chance to adapt had the potential to ruin everything. 

Then, Tiffany surprised me by grabbing Umi’s hand and dragging her off the bed. “Let’s find you a nice bikini,” she said as she grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the wardrobe, their amazing breasts bouncing every step, especially Umi’s as she tried to balance herself after the shock. 

Tiffany dug through the wardrobe for a while, dragging an impressive number of swimsuits considering the shortness of the event, much to Umi’s shock, an evening-defining emotion for her. The fact that Tiffany took a large step forward, enough for their breasts to brush against each other as she passed the bikini — more of a collection of strings — helped little to contain her shock. 

“Why don’t you try this one?” Tiffany said, enjoying Umi’s shock as much as I did.  

“A-are you sure?” Umi asked, somehow still feeling surprised at Tiffany’s sluttiness even after being dragged to her bed to be molested. “Isn’t it a bit too revealing?” 

“Honey,” Tiffany chuckled even as she bent down, and pulled her panties down, only to earn a shocked gasp from Umi. Pity that the camera was looking at her flank, preventing me from seeing anything important. 

Not that it bothered me much, not with what was about to come. 

Umi said nothing at Tiffany’s overreach, just hurriedly started to put the swimsuit on to cover her nakedness. Tiffany smirked at her once last time before she turned her back and started walking toward the camera, her breasts dancing with every step of her excessively erotic walk, though Umi was too distracted by the bikini in her hand to pay attention to that. 

She grabbed her phone, giving me an amazing sight of her body. “See you at the tub,” she whispered with a wink before turning off the camera, leaving me with a very urgent erection…