Hell no! You turn tail and run, phone in hand.

You spin around, already reaching for the emergency number... and come face to face with Gwen. She stands in the doorway, a picture of beauty and strength. Over her fishnet tights she wears an ultra skinny dark knee length skirt, which compliments the taut cream leather jacket which smothers her torso. Its high collar, side zip and long sleeves hide anything that she might be wearing underneath, but its so tight that you can perfectly see the outline of her curvy figure. A month in Italy had done her better than you could have ever imagined.
"Gwen? Have you been here the whole time?" She smiles and nods, approaching you slowly. You notice the door behind her is now firmly shut.
"Yes I'm afraid I have. You see I got back from Italy a little early, so I decided to have a little look around and see how the old place was doing. I was very disappointed to find this these two." She gestures behind you. "Rutting in the bath room. So, despite the fact that they aren't managers, I decided to do a little on the job training."
A moan comes from behind you and sends a chill down your spine. You glance back to see Alex bucking vigorously against Karen, and Karen squirming in pleasure against him. You whip back around to see Gwen has come uncomfortably close.
"Stop this!" You say as you begin backing up slowly.
Gwen pouts jokingly; "Come now, you don't need a bit of retraining too do you?"
Her dainty, leather, high-heeled boots make neat clicking sounds on the tiled floor as she moves towards you. Gwen was always okay looking, but now she looks incredible. Her skin is pristine, her figure sculpted to perfection and her face like that of an angel. Or a seductive demon, you think.
Gwen sighs; "Very well. Change is always scary I suppose. But I think that our newest manager Karen could use a little practice with her new skill set, don't you?"
You stop dead. You realise that behind you it has gone deadly quiet. Suddenly you are grabbed by both shoulders and slammed into the floor. Alex's leering face looms over you, and Karen walks past him to stare down at you too, a sharp, predatory smile touching her lips. Alex is entirely naked, his penis lolling uncomfortably above your head. Karen's dress is torn to her navel, and the hem has been ripped all the way around which gives you a view of her perfect breasts and labia, which oozes blood.
"Now Karen, Linus here thought it was best to run away rather than help you in your little predicament! You should give him a little punishment, don't you think?" Gwen says, hands on hips.
Karen nods, and tuts at you playfully; "That's very naughty Linus. A manager should always help out an employee in need." She kneels down next to you and you get a good view of her razor sharp fangs and glowing green eyes. "So." She says. "I'm not going to touch your penis one bit! Not even with my little pinky!" She raises her pale, taloned pinky finger and wags it in front of your face. Then, she places a hand over your mouth and another over your chest, holding you painfully in place. She leans forward, inhaling deeply, then lets her red tongue lap at your neck. She shudders and raises back up, opening her mouth as wide as possible, bearing her blade like fangs. Your eyes widen and you try to scream, but it's no use. Without a sound she rushes towards your neck, biting deep and hard, breaking your skin not only with her canines, but most of her other teeth besides. Despite the large wound, her lips form a clamp as she gulps hungrily at your blood. The pain is unbearable, but you can no longer scream. She sucks harder and harder. You feel your warmth fading. By the time she lets go the darkness is moving in. The last thing you see is Karen stroking you brow gently, her other hand cleaning an errant strand of sticky blood from her lips.