Paula goes back to the break room to give Charley a lunch break worth his time.

With a smile on her lips, Paula walked back into the break room, and this time Charley lifted his eyes to meet her. Where before he regarded her with indifference, in this new world there was a hunger behind his brown eyes that made her wet. "You've got an hour to kill, don't you?" she asked him, and he gave a curt nod, his stoic face facing her with his eyes roving over her body. "Then lets enjoy it." She led him to one of the single-stall bathrooms and locked it behind her, and they spent the next forty five minutes defiling that bathroom in every way they could. Paula adored how this older, thicker man fucked her, with reckless abandon.

By the time he needed to get dressed and clock back in, she taken his cock in her mouth, her pussy, even a little bit in her ass. She'd been used completely, and she loved the feeling. Why exactly had she ever resisted the coin when it made her into a slut? After all, it was such a fantastic experience, and she looked back at the way she'd lived life before and wondered how she'd ever called it living. Where was the fun? The excitement? The sex? Jed was good, to be sure, on average probably her favorite sexual partner by a mile. But variety was the spice of life, and being a slut allowed her to sample more than one plate at a time.