Scene Description:
Desperate for a hit of caffeine to power her drive home, Alex slips into the empty break room only to find the vending machine dead and the fridge stripped bare. Cursing under her breath, she whirls to leave and sends her papers scattering across the floor. Richie the janitor appears from nowhere, dropping to his knees to help scoop them up, his eyes dragging over her ass as she bends. “Late night?†he asks, voice low. “Just trying not to get fired,†she mutters. Richie grins. “They'd never let a tight little number like you go—gotta keep the office morale nice and high.†The crude compliment slams straight to her cunt; she feels it clench and flood, panties instantly soaked. She glances around the deserted floor, then meets his stare with a hungry smirk. “We're the only two here… What else is there to do at 2 a.m. but fuck?â€
