Avery, her femboy coworker

Peyton looked up in time to see a familiar femboy walk in. While his dyed black hair and handful of piercings gave him a bit of a punk look, his shy and quiet demeanor betrayed that impression.

Peyton cocked her head. “Hey Avery. Thought you weren’t on for another hour?”

He gave a small shrug. “Woke up early.”

“And you used that time to come to work?” Peyton scoffed.

Avery blushed. “Um, well…” His eyes flicked almost imperceptibly toward the door to Harry’s office.

Of course, Peyton thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. How could I forget…

Avery’s overpowering crush on their boss was as obvious as it was incomprehensible. I mean seriously, what did he see in the guy? Sure, he treated them all with a deliciously humiliating level of disrespect. And yeah, the outline of his fat, smelly cock was usually visibly bulging his pants. And sure, every time he raised his arms, the stench of his armpits filled the room in an instant. But umm… aside from all that!

Avery started speaking again, snapping Peyton out of it. “So, what’s the car in the bay?”

“Wish I fuckin’ knew…” Peyton grouched. “Amber got about two lines into the form before taking the customer out back and jumping him.”

Avery blushed deeper. “M-maybe I should go around back and hel—I mean, bring them bac—”

He got most of the way through his excuse when the sudden approach of sirens caused him to pause and turn. Peyton got up and watched with Avery as a cop car pulled up into the lot, stopped, and two policewomen got out.