Indulge the devil

You raise Alicia's panties to your face, the strips of fabric dance through your fingers. Your prize is the patch of material that cover the crotch. You breathe in, the cotton filtering the dull, tasteless air around you, infusing it with the fragrance of feminine sex.

You feel as though your eyes cross and your mind stutters. You're not sure how long you stay on the floor like that, balancing on your hands and knees.

After a short while, your mind clears enough to realize that if you were caught in such a compromisimg position, then you'd likely would be fired on the spot. And that's if you're lucky.