Fire the person responsible

You grab your phone and dial Human Resources. You hope Meredith is watching. You know that she is.

Some guy, whats-his-name in HR picks up. You speak intently and sternly. "Who's in charge of wing A5?"

There's a shuffle of some paperwork, a clicking of a keyboard. "That's Jerry Brans...."

"He's fired." You say, looking up to see Meredith's reaction. It's hard to read. "I don't want him cleaning out his desk either. You clean out his desk and meet him at the door with his possessions."

"Yes sir," HR answers, a little shocked. You've never been quite this way before. "I'll need a reason..."

"He tried to implement a dress code in his wing without my approval first. And that's unacceptable." you take a deep breath as you see Meredith, maybe, just maybe, crack a smile. "And if any clothes has been taken from the women in those rooms, I want it returned by the end of the day."

"We'll get on it right away." The voice answers. And that's enough. You hang up and look up at Meredith.

She's either unimpressed or pretending to be unimpressed. "Whatever. Don't expect me to thank you. All the women still fucking hate you, you know."

___

That very night you have an experience that suggests otherwise.

You're awoken, who knows what time it is, late, the middle of the night; you're awoken by a very pleasant sensation - warmth and wetness surrounding your hard cock. It's... unexpected.

You open your eyes to see a shape under your covers. As the sleepy fog lifts from your brain it becomes clear what's happening. There's a woman under there... her tongue and lips working very hard to please you.

You tear off the covers to reveal her.

You don't know her. An Asian woman, completely naked, maybe in her early to mid 30's, face made-up pretty, big eyes, long black hair, small breasts, nipples pierced with safety pins.

She looks up at you startled when you tear the covers off, then smiles as she slides your hard, thick cock out from between her soft, thin lips. "Thank you, sir." She says.

"For what?" You whisper, still trying to get your bearings about you.

"For filling my mouth with your cock just now. For giving me meaning for a few moments." She licks her lips and breaths heavily, her small breasts heaving up and down. "Will you fill me, sir?"

"Fill you?" You ask. This is very surreal, but it's not a dream.

"Fill my holes sir." She says, her body is thin, her voice excited, but sturdy and serene. You wonder what she's like in the real world - someone's wife? mother? teacher? "Yes, Master... fill me with your spit, your cum, your piss. I'm just a set of holes, and holes need to be filled."

You're not sure how to respond to that. As it turns out, you don't have to.

Suddenly your door busts open and three men rush in. You grab the covers and throw them back over your erect cock. The men grab her and pull her off you.

She shrieks "NO! NO! I NEED TO FULFILL MY PURPOSE!" as they move her to the corner of the room.

A fourth man steps up to you. "Are you okay?" You recognize his voice. He's the head of security.

"What is going on?" You ask, sitting up.

"I'm so very sorry. I don't know how she got in here." he says

You glance over at her naked body, thrashing in the corner. "Who is she?"

"She's a special case. She wanted to go home as soon as possible, so apparently she was put on an accelerated lesson plan. I was asked to keep an eye out for her. She's had 150 lessons in the past two months."

Jesus, you think, only half way to the total necessary to go home as soon as possible.

"Again, I'm so sorry for this disturbance." The security officer says. "Clearly she needs special supervision. There's a lot of work that..."

"No." You interrupt. You have a better idea. A much better idea.