"The Night Shift"

The next ten or so minutes were a blur of shock and adrenaline, but before you knew it, Jan had taken you into the conference room, stripped you down to your boxer-briefs, then quickly and efficiently bound you to one of the four-legged rolling chairs. She’d strapped your wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair with white vinyl tape from the supply closet, then jammed one of Angela’s stuffed cat plushies into your mouth “In case you forget the no talking rule,” she’d said, before slapping three long strips of tape over your lips, sealing it in your mouth. Your breathing calmed after a bit, still alarmed, but accepting the situation as she finished up taping your knees and ankles to the legs of the chair. As she was knelt to wrap the last few layers around your right ankle, she finally looked up at you, her icy rage and bared teeth now changed to a look of smug condescension.

“A thought for you to consider,” she lectured softly, rising up and planting her hands on your bare things, eye to eye with you as she subtly squeezed your legs, appraising you, “When a woman wants to be alone, sometimes it might be for YOUR sake.” She pushed up to her imposing full height, admiring her handiwork with a half-grin before drawing another length of tape. Sauntering behind you, she slapped the end of the tape on your shoulder and ran a diagonal strip across your left pec and under your right ribs, running layer after layer over you. “I certainly hope you didn’t have any other plans tonight,” she said as she secured your torso to the chair in an x-formation of tape. You groaned, making Jan chuckle as she set the tape on the table and gently clutched the back of your neck. "Cause you made a bad bet coming in here," she gloated, leaning over you and planting a kiss on the corner of your forehead. Her fingers tightened on the back of your neck as her head dipped lower, kissing you again on the temple, then brushing her lips against your ear, “And I'm gonna make you fold...” Her tongue darted out and traced the outline of your earlobe, making you shiver. She then went deeper, her tongue prodding in and out of your ear, making you gasp and tense up even more. She laughed low and quiet, hot breath on you as her teeth gently closed, chewing your ear through her grin.

A distant horn from the parking lot took your captor's attention off you. She ceased her **** and went to the window outside, peaking through the blinds. "Oh, look at that..." she cooed. With a mischievous grin, she went behind you and pushed the rolling chair up to the window, allowing you to partly see through the blinds. Down below, you saw most of your coworkers heading to their cars. "The other boys get to go home."

"Mmph..." you muffled pitifully, seeing any chance of help pull away.

"But not youuu," Jan teased in a singsong voice, both hands possessively squeezing and massaging your neck and shoulders. You moaned helplessly again. "Yeah," she soothed, one hand cupping your chin and pulling your head directly up, forcing you to look at her upside down visage smiling down on you, as her other hand drummed its fingers on your forehead. "Guess you're on the night shift with me."