As soon as Riley stepped off the elevator, they knew something was different. The air in the office was charged with tension, and the usually quiet space was now echoing with moans and whispering. They cautiously moved toward the noise, following the sound of a rhythmic thumping. It led them to a small storage room located down a dimly lit hallway. Someone was inside, but Riley couldn't quite make out who it was.
"Fuck, don't stop," a female voice commanded. "Don't stop, don't stop," she repeated, her voice shaking as a masculine growl followed.
Riley's head was swirling with confusion and desire. Finally, they mustered up the courage to peek through the slightly open door. They were greeted by the sight of their coworker, Abby, bent over a shelf, her skirt thrown up over her hips as she was being fucked from behind by their boss, Mr. Jameson.
Riley's heart was pounding as they watched the scene play out before them. Mr. Jameson was a tall, burly man, with broad shoulders and a thick, muscular chest. Abby was petite and curvy, with long curly hair and full, pouty lips. They both looked like they were in the throes of ecstasy.