We all have our downfalls. She was mine. I’m not into women but when I saw her… Saskia was her name. I’m not one for last names. I have issues same as everyone else. Saskia had shaved purple-red hair, obviously dyed. The tightest jeans. Button flies as I recall. And a baby blue tee-shirt that looked painted on. She screamed ‘dyke’ and oozed sexuality from every pore. Enough to make every women in Dark Side Publishing, schizo and give the men hard-ons’.

Shaved heads and tight buns are my thing. Enough to make me cream for the wrong guys anyway. This was the reason I though Saskia was a bloke: I was checking her arse out by the photocopier. Had wanted to run my hands all over that shaved head.

She turned round. That’s when I saw tits. No bra. Nipples practically poking my eyes out through the baby blue. She smiled. Coral lips and paper white teeth. 'A’ight.' Slang. Gets a posh bitch like me every time.

I could feel the heat coming off me. I had been checking out a fucking woman. But, 'Hello.' I held out my hand. 'I’m Rhiannon.'

She took my hand. Giving it a slight squeeze. 'Saskia.' She winked. 'New gal.' She was brassy. I was confused.

I didn’t achieve much work that day. Some times my job is hard. Perfect job. Deciding what books get in to print. But the books that I have to read. Well, let’s just say I didn’t mind that. I read the kind of stuff that pushes out the boundaries. Some days you leave feeling zingy. You just gotta get some or you will explode. That is how I left that day and I had read nothing particularly explosive.

I decided to go out that night. Pull a random. Bring him back to my place and fuck the thought of Saskia from my mind. It was an Alec that I pulled in my usual club; Phoenix. It was the same ritual. Dancing. Catching the eye of a hot bloke: Tall dark and handsome. He comes over, asks me for a drink. 'Baileys, if you please.' Sip the drink. Get down to some close, rubbing, dancing. Hands all over one another. 'Your place or mine?'

Once the Armani suit and Dolce and Gabbana dress were off it was taut butt and toned muscle all the way. Ferocious kisses. Finger fucking. Dick licking. Then hot pounding. Hey presto; orgasm achieved. Goodbye Alec.

I arrived at work the next day, late. Unlike me. Just enough time to wash the scent of Alec from me and pull on some clothes; acceptably short, midnight blue skirt, scarlet shirt and sandals. Run a brush through my long, brunette curls. Add some slap. I looked presentable. I grabbed the skirts matching jacket and snatched my keys from the kitchen table.

When I got to my desk there was a pile of 'perhaps publishable' manuscripts but no coffee. I was about to phone Gemma when there was a knock on my door.

'Yes?' I said. Slight irritation in my voice.

Saskia’s shaved, purple-red head popped round the door. 'Sorry it’s late. Heavy night.' She winked. Came up to my desk and placed the black coffee on it. 'Three sugars?'
I nodded, unable to string any coherent speech together for the shortness of her black skirt and knee-high black boots. The leg visible was the colour of treacle. I wondered if she used a tanning salon.

'Sweet tooth. Chill. Sugar’s my vice too.' She swayed away, long legs and tight arse. 'Prefer it in the form of lollipops myself.' She held up a rounded, red lollipop, her back to me. Where she had produced it from, I could only imagine. 'Buzz if ya need me.' She was my new secretary? I had forgotten. Being away for a fortnight in Greece will do that to you.

Gemma, my old secretary had been given a boss’s job in ‘Fetish Publishing. We were all pleased for her. I had read through job applicants and picked the three that seemed most suitable for the job as my secretary, for Damian to interview. Obviously Saskia had all the appropriate qualities. I only hoped that he had not thought with his dick.

My intercom buzzed. 'Yes?' I said pressing the talk button.

'I’ve typed up the acceptance letters you required an’ posted them.' Came Saskia’s breathy, common twang. 'There are some more manuscripts from Damian here. You want me to bring em’ through?'

'Please.' I said. 'Perhaps you wouldn’t mind going through them with me.'

'A’ight.' She put the phone down and breezed through my door. Instead of sitting in the chair opposite mine, she sat (tight arse close to my hand,) on my desk. She leaned forward and placed the manuscripts in front of me. I had a perfect view of the top of her tits, half hanging from her tight, white shirt. They were golden. Again; no bra. With her profile inches from mine, I could smell the cherry scent of the lollipop she sucked.

'Okay.' I stammered. Voice broken.

'Had a sneak squiz o’ the top one.' She placed her hand on it. Fingers lightly rubbing over the title page. 'Hot.' She breathed, eyes looking in to mine. Her eyes were green and sparkly. Green eyes were another of my vices.

I went to pick the manuscript up. Saskia slid her hand away. Slowly. The manuscript was titled ‘Fantasy number nine’. I took off the paperclip holding it together and turned over the title page. ‘My fantasy number nine was to have a fuck on the top of my boss’s car. It was a Masserati, shiny, dark blue with two white stripes down its centre. I wanted to be taken on its bonnet. I wanted to leave a slight arse print there. But that was not all. I wanted to sit in its leather seats, holding on to the metal bar and ride my boyfriend’s cock till we both came, screaming.

That was my fantasy number nine. The chances of it ever happening… Pigs would fly over Fifth Ave. wearing black tutus.’ I finished the rest in no time. Oh God.

'Hot, ain’t it?' Saskia said. 'I’d give it a go.' She looked right at me.

As hot as her common twang and I was turned on. The short story was a definite. 'Hot.' I answered my voice a whisper. I looked from her face to her long legs, swinging demurely. I knew enough about sex signals to know that she was coming on to me. I’m not being vain but I’ve had enough one nighter’s to know.

I halved the pile of manuscripts and gave one half to Saskia. She took them from me, fingers briefly touching. My hand tingled at the contact. She slid off the desk and sat opposite me. I couldn’t help but watch her butt, covered in the black material of her skirt. What was going on with me? I was not into woman.

I bent my head before she could see that I had been watching her. I pretended to read the manuscript in front of me. But only the insane words leapt out at me: Fuck. Lick. Hot. Prick. Pussy. Pussy; I wondered if Saskia had anything covering hers.

'No.' Saskia said.

I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. Had I voiced my thought aloud? 'Huh?'

She tapped the manuscript with a long finger. 'This person here is obviously not a lesbian.' She had a humorous look sweeping over her pretty, gamine face. 'Or if she is, she has never had a decent fuck.'

I think I shook my head with her words. Stunned. 'Maybe she’s a he. How do you know?' I was curious.

'When guys’ write sex, they’re blunt. There is no description. Perhaps the softness of skin… This is a woman’s writing, for sure.' She cocked one, sculpted blonde eyebrow. 'Aside from that. Wouldn’t ya say it was obvious, Rhiannon?'

'I…' I didn’t know what to say. She had taken me by surprise.

Saskia laughed. Tinkling bells. 'Ya ever had a woman?'

I wasn’t shocked. 'No.'

'But you’re curious.' Her voice had become low. She pointed her red lollipop at me. 'Ya wouldn’t mind seeing what a woman could do for ya? Surely ya receive enough lesbian stories to know?' She twirled the lollipop in my face.

I couldn’t answer. This was surreal.

Saskia got up from her chair, her green eyes on me. She walked round the desk until she was standing behind me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. 'Between me an’ you. Wouldn’t ya like to be had by a gal?' She trickled her finger down the nape of my neck. 'Someone as sexy as you, never had a come on by a dyke?' Her cherry breath was making me wet.

I shook my head. I’d had looks but that was it.

'Ya lyin’.' She licked a warm line down my cheek. 'What do ya call this?' She pulled my black leather chair back, so she could slip between me and the table. She then placed herself on my lap.

I do not know the look that crossed over my face but she must have enjoyed it, for her smile was full of sin. She took the lollipop from her mouth and placed it in my hand. She then brought my face to hers and kissed me. There was no hurry to it. Not like how a random and I would kiss. The kiss that Saskia gave me was slow and tasted of cherries. Before long I was kissing her back. Lips brushed lips and tongues twirled.

Saskia trailed her fingers across my throat then played with my collar bone. I just wanted her to open my shirt and free my breasts. She took my hand. The one with the lollipop in it and put it against my mouth. She raised her eyebrows. 'Suck it.' Brassy

I did. Enjoying the taste of cherries.

'Enough.' She breathed, covering my hand. She started opening the buttons to my scarlet shirt with her free hand with such deftness, I was amazed. She brought my hand down and rubbed the lollipop across the top of my breasts. Twirling it slowly. 'Put it back in ya mouth.' Again, I did as she asked.

Saskia held my shoulder and leant down. She blew across the cherry stickiness before putting her tongue to it. Her tongue was gentle. No roughness. She took a breast in her warm hand and rolled my nipple in her mouth. She played it with her tongue. She did the same to my other breast.

'Good?' She leaned back and surveyed my hardened nipples.

'Yes.' My voice was barely audible.

'Do you want to know what it’s really like? She smiled her coral smile and took the lollipop from my mouth. She slid from my lap, going to her knees. 'Do ya want to know how to tell how real lesbian literature should be when you read it?' She put the lollipop in her mouth. It seemed to be never-ending.

I closed my eyes and nodded. No point in denying it.

'Look at me and say it.' I felt her hand snake to my thigh. Felt stickiness. 'Say, Saskia I want ya to do me, so that I will know how to define real lesbian literature from the bollocks.'

I looked at her. 'Saskia…' Her hand was going higher on my thigh.

'Yes, Rhiannon.' Her look was coy.

'I want you to do me, so I can tell the real lesbian literature from the bollocks. Please.' That wasn’t so hard.

'Excellent.' She laughed. 'The ‘Please’ was a nice touch.' And so was hers as she bent her head. Her tongue was welcome. She licked. Lapping up the stickiness she had made with her lollipop… Then higher up my thigh. Her fingers teased the backs of my knees and I moaned.

'Quiet.' She handed me the lollipop. 'We don’t want anyone comin’ in, do we?'

I took the lollipop and put it in my mouth, concentrating hard as to not make a sound.

Saskia licked my calves, the backs of my knees. I squirmed in the leather seat, my blue skirt riding. She licked and kissed my thighs. And her hands played with my ankles, snaking their way up until her fingers brushed that place that was not quite, but nearly. 'I love lace.' Her breath was warm across my cunt. 'It’s like filthy spun sugar.' She pulled my midnight-blue panties aside.

I sucked in a cry at the first touch of her tongue. My hands clenched the desk as she flicked her tongue over my clit. And when she sucked it in to her mouth… I crunched the lollipop in my mouth. Cherry burst across my tongue as I burst across hers.

I started to choke.

'You alright, Ree?' Damian looked round my door.

I bent over my desk. 'Yes.' I squeaked. 'Just choking on a lollipop.' I took the white stick from my mouth. 'I’m fine now.' Saskia put her finger deep inside me. I crunched on the broken cherry as I came again, trying to keep my composure. Not easy with a finger up your cunt and a tongue against your clit.

'One of saucy Saskia’s?' Damian took a wistful breath. 'She leaves them everywhere. Where is she any way?'

'I sent her to get coffee.' Thankfully my desk had a divide down the middle.
'
Right on. Just what I need.' Damian smiled and left.

Saskia took her finger from me and gave me one last lick. She pushed the chair back and stood, sucking her finger, looking down at me. I leaned back and she did up the buttons to my shirt. She kissed my lips briefly and picked up some manuscripts. 'Sugar is so much better than salt.' She winked as she left.

From that day on I was able tell the real lesbian literature from the bollocks. Sugar was so much better than salt.

Did I mention that I wasn’t into women? Saskia opened my mind. I needed a lot more lollipops.