Supply closet at quitting time, fluorescent light buzzing—he didn’t mean to walk in when he heard the chair creak. But there she was: stockings rolled up mid-thigh, foot pressed against his crotch while her fingers work his belt open. No words yet, just that slow blink like ‘you shouldn’t be here’ as her lips wrap around him past gagging point. The door clicks shut behind them before he even realizes what’s happening.
