Jaxx tries to use the printer

Having exhausted the manager, Jaxx leaves his private office. Her hair is tussled, her bra is peaking out over the top of her shirt, and her underwear have gone missing. Streams of sticky white cum trail down her inner thigh, dripping on the floor as she hesitantly opens the office door. Dozens of lusty eyes avert their gaze quickly as she steps out, as behind her the manager stuffs himself back into his pants and barks at her to close the door.

Jaxx tries to straighten herself out a bit and walks with a little false confidence over to the massive copy machine humming near the breakroom. There is a tense warmth in the air, and lots of murmurs. Jaxx's face grows hot as she realizes a few of her coworkers are peering over their cubicles at her, or have begun lingering in the aisle to try to get a glance at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees their hands move to their crotches, and she hears flies being unzipped...

Meanwhile, she can't get the damned machine to work. It seems built from the ground up to be incomprehensible to her, or maybe it's all the added pressure from these handsome guys staring her down. Eventually, she feels a warm pressure behind her.

One of her coworkers, a tall and handsome guy, has pressed his hard cock against her pencil skirt. "Hey, new girl. Let me help you," he growls into her ear. She shudders as he leans over and begins pressing buttons, making the machine whirr to life. He opens the scanning bed, and then suddenly rips her shirt open, making her tits spill out of her lace bra. All the men around, once trying to stay quiet, erupt in cheers, and then it's like a stampede of bulls as they all try to get a better view.

The coworker presses Jaxx down onto the scanning bed, and she gasps as her nipples touch the cold glass. He holds her head down by the hair as he inserts his hard, throbbing cock between her thighs. He hits photocopy.