Don't worry, send Patty

Rick and Helen paused at the doorway of the break room. "Don't worry about it, Rick," Helen said. "I'll send Patty down. Be right back." She clicked down the hallway in her low-heeled shoes.

Rick loitered in the doorway. He could see the same rugged no-tip, no-slip furniture he glimpsed on their last time by, but most of it was occupied.

Ayanna Washington, the buxom African-American security guard, was lying nude on a daybed with her legs off the end. Her face looked damp with sweat. She was partly turned to the side, unfastening her husband Stan's pants. Stan had a familiar hand on each of her big breasts. Or at least she was probably nude. Rick's view between Ayanna's legs was blocked by the pink buttocks and dangling balls of a slim young man Rick recognized as a sales intern. He seemed to have paused in mid-stroke while she welcomed her husband. It looked like there was another fellow waiting beside the young intern.

Ayanna looked up and her eyes met Rick's. "Come on in, now!" she said. "Don't be shy, come on in and say hi!" She freed her husband's cock and gave it a good shake. "Suit up, sugarcane," she said to him. Stan looked over at Rick and smiled as he donned a condom. Ayanna looked up at the young sales intern. "Now gee-up, boy!" Her heels curled into his buttocks and started him off into a fucking rhythm.

Penny Chang was still working out on the stair-step machine in the corner. But she had stripped her bottoms off and was down to a headband, a cropped tee shirt, leg warmers and shoes. Her silky hair rippled in its ponytail as her ivory buttocks worked with each step. The machine was on a setting so she could step in a low, slow rhythm. Beside her, Aurora, make that Rory, the petite safety specialist, had pulled up a chair and was stroking her gloved fingers into Penny's pussy. Penny's head and shoulders stretched and rolled as she enjoyed the sensations.

Penny turned around and looked at Rory. "I'm all warmed up," she said. "Can you find a guy? Gonna want somebody up inside to get me going." Penny kept up the slow step-step beat.

Rory said, "I think the guys are spoken for right now. But Tamara's got a pony in harness, and she's free." Rick followed Rory's eyes to a young blonde woman wearing a harnessed dildo, drinking at the water cooler. Rory looked up at Rick. "Well hello sailor," she said, with a toss of her brown curls. "Would you like an expert hand joining the party?"

Rick could see all sorts of other ones, twos, and mores of the company's employees enjoying themselves all over the break room. Something was going on in every part of his view. Behind him, Rick heard the squeak and rattle of a utility cart and the click of Helen's heels approaching.