Eventually

Liz marvelled at just how many back hallways there were on the ground floor.

She couldn’t believe just how big a footprint the office had, the expansive lobby appearing to take up half the floor while actually occupying no more than a quarter of the ground floor through tricks of perception the architect had incorporated in its design.

She meandered around past maintenance rooms, storage rooms, assorted services.

At one-point Liz even apologized to an electrician going at it with a woman in an electrical closet she had stumbled upon.

Something felt weird about saying “Sorry, not right now.” Not that Liz hadn’t felt compelled and wanted to have a turn being fucked, just that something was mistaken about the overall casualness of the encounter.

Dismissing it as overthinking Liz finally found the loading docks, and from there followed a courier and their empty bin to the mail room.

“Still working I see.” A man who couldn’t have been more than thirty remarked to the female courier loudly as she entered with the bin.

“Sorry about the other day. I don’t want to think what stupidity I was considering before I left.” The courier remarked parking the bin in on spot before strutting up and kissing the man passionately while what appeared through the door’s window to be a grope of his cock.

“I’m better now. And the job helps me get around.” The courier then added pointing at a bill full of letters and packages. “That all to go?”

“Yeap, I swear legal, administration, and so forth have quadrupled their mail outs in the last two days. Its good to see things getting out.” The mail room staffer remarked.

“Sounds like you’ve hardly got time to fuck around.” The woman remarked invitingly bending over the rear of the bin suggestively slowly getting it rolling step, by ass swaying step.

“Not during mail service hours. In fact I’m expecting new interns tomorrow.” The mail room staffer remarked nodding to the door.

Liz tried to piece together if anything she heard was important, before nodding courteously to the sultry courier as she exited the mail room and went on her way.

Sensing her chance Liz stepped into the room. “I’m sorry. I work upstairs, don’t have much time but… could you tell me where I might find a Janice?” Liz immediately felt a stone sink in her stomach at having asked the question.

“Wish I knew. Been down to one other staffer since she got fucking promoted out of here.” The gentleman responded before looking Liz up and down nodding approvingly. “I might recall more if I got some stress relief…”

Liz felt some muted thought cry out that she should be mortified, offended even, as she watched the strangely attractive man undo his pants and pull his impressive length of cock out into view, the semi-flaccid beast shortly thereafter being stroked larger and more rigid.

Liz felt her mouth water, her pussy awkwardly moisten between her legs. What was there to lose? Everyone else was fucking or whatnot around the office… Why shouldn’t she?

Her mind struggled with the strong reminder she was investigating something, her soul pushing for her thoughts to pull on some of the muted questions her mind had conjured here.