One man, one woman, and one problem

“Free my friend!” The door opens to an enormous office, into which you shout your demand. This room alone must be most of the entire second floor, and it’s full of expensive art, lavish furniture, and huge stacks of money.

“Give me my clothes back!” says a voice at the same time as yours.

Uh-oh, it looks like there’s already an argument going on. There’s a girl just on the other side of the door, yelling at a man and a woman. And the two being yelled at are… having sex!? Deplorable! They’re at work! Have some tact!

The man, bald, is wearing a fancy business suit. The woman has platinum blonde hair, and her glittering black cocktail dress is hiked up to her waist while she bends over a desk and gets fucked by the man. But more importantly, the girl who’s yelling…

“Oh great, now my personal stalker and cunt cleaner is here. Get lost, I’m in the middle of something a lot more important than you.”

…is Gina! She’s the really mean girl who made you act like a cat aboard the S.S. Anne! Aaaand she’s completely naked. Her shapely breasts and perfectly curved hips are completely bare, save an arm across her chest and a hand over her crotch. Ha! Looks like she finally got what was coming to her. But she still seems to have plenty of attitude.

“No, that won’t do at all,” begins the man. “Please, come in ma’am. Let us hear what frivolous complaint has led you to intrude upon my office.”

“Our office,” the woman chimes in, still getting pounded from behind.

“Yes, ‘our’ office. My name is Mr. Pennysworth.”

“And I’m *ahhh~* Mrs. Pennysworth,” she adds.

“Yuck. Get a room,” you lecture.

“We did. And you’re standing in it. Please, do advise me on why you’re interrupting the manager of this establishment during his exquisite sex with his beautiful wife.”

“I’m *OH* a manager here too!” Mrs. Pennysworth complains.

“Yes you are, sweetie. Yes you are.” He roughly tugs her hair without breaking eye contact with you. As you begin to state your grievances, Gina cuts you off.

“Don’t pay any attention to this pussylicker. She’s only here to get in the way of whatever I’m doing and just generally be a pain in the ass. I said it before and I’ll say it again: Get lost, loser. I don’t have time to babysit your delusions of competence.”

“No, I WON’T get lost! I have business here! More official than whatever you could be doing here in your birthday suit!” you huff.

“Cunt, I will throw your ass out of here, birthday suit or not. I need my clothes back and I need them now! So buzz off!”

Your eye twitches. Not even the moans of the female manager can cut the tension in the air. You’re hardly one to talk, but shouldn’t a girl who’s been stripped naked have a little more humility? If the shoe was on the other foot, you know she’d be relentless. This might be your chance to get **** over the week of humiliation she put you through.