Every guy's dream, in normal circumstances

"You're gonna have to earn that towel, buster!" the receptionist started dragging John towards the employee area.

"Wait!" John started protesting, "I thought you said you couldn't get fired..."

"You don't know I have access to the CCTV tapes, do you?" she shrugged as she led him into a closet, "I can stage a little feed oopsie..." as she closed the door behind them.

Soon enough, John felt the closet air as the receptionist whipped his towel off and slurped his still-flaccid clock into her mouth. John gasped as her tongue went right into his foreskin and tickled the base of his head.

"P-please hurry..." he stuttered, "I only have a few minutes..." he lied to be even safer, but gulped as the receptionist swiped her shirt off while sucking him off.