Maintenance Worker

I hate working maintenance in our office building's basement. I'm well-muscled enough to work on the dock in heavy lifting, but I get stuck with technical shit. At least Ming Zhao, the hottest woman in the world sometimes comes down to check on me. All these machines and hard drives buzzing and whirring make me dizzy and thirsty, but I'd rather not damage the machines.

Of course, with my luck, that still happens.

I press one little button on our air conditioner, and it sprays me with some gross chemical. It doesn't seem toxic, but it makes my clothes sticky and leaves them smelling foul. I can't go around working like this, but I don't have a change of clothes.

Oh well, no one will see me. I decide to just take off my jacket, shirt, and my pants. My underwear was a little wet, but I wasn't about to leave those behind. I leave my clothes back by the machine and walk through the rows back to my cart where I have some cleaning materials and a rag. Maybe it will help my clothes a bit.

As I return to my clothes, I hear a wicked voice behind me.

"Well, well, well. What have we got here?"