John visits her at Work

Nicole smoothed her skirt, the fabric clinging to her damp thighs. A stray droplet of semen escaped her, sliding slowly down her skin with a cooling, sticky trail. She barely had time to breathe before the office door swung open.

"Surprise!"

John’s voice boomed, shattering the silence. He marched toward her, a bouquet of lilies in his hand and a wide, naive grin on his face.

Nicole leaped back, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"John? What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd whisk you away for an early dinner," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace. He kissed her cheek, oblivious to the scent of musk and sweat clinging to her skin.

The heavy mahogany door creaked open. Mr. Jefferson stepped out, his bald scalp reflecting the harsh LED glare. He wore a predatory smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Ah, you must be John, the lucky husband," Jefferson said, extending a hand.

John gripped it with a hearty laugh. "John Smith. It's an honor to meet you, sir."

"The pleasure is mine. Nicole is an indispensable asset to this firm," Jefferson replied.

His gaze dropped to the slight wrinkle in Nicole's skirt. "She has a certain flexibility when it comes to meeting my... specific needs."

John beamed, squeezing Nicole’s shoulder. "She's always been a hard worker. That's one of the things I love about her."

"Indeed," Jefferson purred, his eyes locking onto Nicole’s panicked expression. "I suspect she's giving more than you even realize, John. She truly goes above and beyond the call of duty."

"I'm sure she does!" John replied.

Nicole felt a chill race down her spine. Jefferson winked, a slow, deliberate movement.

"Why don't you take her home, John? I imagine she's exhausted from all the hard work she did today."