Alya's POV

   Francine tries to moan loudly, but I cup her face, speaking into her ear.  "We have to be quiet, Baby.  Don't want everyone to hear."

I rub her ass, getting super turned on.  She has a cute butt.  "Beg me for more."  I say.  "Ooooo, Alya, give it to me."  I speed up my fingers.

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She's a moaning mess.  My job here is done.  We finish, and she straightens out her outfit.  "Same time tomorrow?"  She questions.  "You know it."  I say, giving her a smirk.

She walks out of my office.  I see Robin looking at Francine with disgust.  "Are you serious?  Again?"  Her gorgeous sounding voice says.  "What?  We're both adults.  It's fine."  Francine replies.

"Do you seriously want a promotion that bad?"  "And what if I do?  Honestly, I don't see why you're not hopping on the wave and stepping your game up.  Everyone in here is competition.  Well, except for the dudes.  They know they don't have a chance."

"My point exactly.  Everyone is competition, so what makes you think you're gonna be different from everyone else?"  "Are you jealous or something?,"  Francine responds, sounding appalled, as if her feelings are hurt.  "Are you saying that I don't stand out?"

"I don't mean it like that.  I just mean that I know how Alya is.  She has respect for no one, she doesn't value people, and just because you sleep with her, it doesn't mean that it'll mean anything to her.  I just don't want you to get hurt."

"You know what, I think you are jealous.  You're mad because Alya and I have something special going on, and you can't even begin to compare to me.  You need to get off your high horse, Robin.  You think you're so moral and better than everyone else.  You don't have to look out for me.  I know what I'm doing."

Francine walks away, leaving Robin to walk away in a huff.  Good.  My plan is working.