Office Mischief

Janice decided the office rulebook could kiss her ass the moment she laid eyes on Bill. Five seconds of polite handshakes and corporate small talk later, she was already imagining him bending her over the copier. By six o’clock, the place was empty enough for her to do something about it. She found him at his desk, loosened his tie, and hopped up on it like it was her own personal launch pad. The zipper came down. Her skirt went up. She grabbed his cock, guided him straight inside her, and rode him so hard the wheels squeaked across the linoleum. Every thrust banged the desk against the wall and scattered papers like confetti. She grinned, cursed, and pushed for more while Bill gripped her hips like they were the last two things keeping him upright. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and Janice moaned loud enough that Security probably heard everything on their night sweep. When she came, her thighs trembled against Bill’s stomach; a few seconds later he spilled inside her, hot and sudden, proof that boring Monday had officially turned into something filthy and memorable.