In office hallways, supply closets, and narrow copy rooms across the world, rivals hurry to savor even the smallest taste of sexual combat with each other. Despite these women’s burning desire to dominate each other, they cannot risk being caught, even by those who would find the sight of the struggle well beyond hot.
With secrecy in so great a need, such enemies meet in secret, and battle whilst still clothed – sliding hands quietly into panties, pressing breasts through stifling layers of office attire, and locking toes beneath any desks at which they both come to sit.
Every break becomes another chance to renew their war.
Every task, a possible opportunity to lock eyes, fingers, and whatever other implements of sex for which they have both room and time.
Until the day ends. Until their war can continue, uninterrupted, and unstifled.