Storage Room Tango

Garrison met you at the elevators and the three of you rode down to the basement levels together. You’d only been down here a couple of times so far during your internship and the little warren network of storage rooms and cold concrete corridors was a bit of a maze.

Your boss led you in what felt like a circle but ended up leading to a simple steel door. He fished out a keyring from his pockets and opened the deadbolt, then flicked it back closed once he had the door open so the deadbolt would act as a doorstop. “Alright. You two know the filing system. Get all this mess cleaned up and organized, and get the boxes back in order. Looks like they had to take some meals down here too, so make sure you empty the garbage.”

“Sounds good, sir,” you said.

“Good,” he nodded. “Don’t get yourselves locked out. If you slam this door and it’s unlocked, the lock has a tendency to slip just enough to jam it and you’ll need to come all the way back up to get me. And I won’t be happy coming back down here. Got it?”

“Absolutely, Mr Garrison,” Sabrina said. “Don’t get ourselves locked out.”

“Good. I’ll leave you to it,” he nodded and strode off confidently back towards the elevators.

The interior of the storage room was carpeted but had bare concrete walls. It looked like about two-thirds of it was sturdy steel shelving units filled with banker’s boxes of files, while the nearer third of the room had a couple of big working tables, an old photocopier and a beat-up old couch in one corner. The lights overhead were horrible halogen affairs that you knew would give you a headache if you spent too long down here.

“You think Torez and Miller fucked on the couch?” Sabrina asked, shooting you a smirk as she stepped further into the room.

“I think Torez has an 80% chance of being gay, but Miller is definitely a Chad who used to say ‘no homo’ unironically,” you said, following her in. You couldn’t help but check her out from behind, the way her slim waist and cute bum looked in her professional skirt.

“Oh boy,” Sabrina sighed, turning and catching you looking but just shooting you a naughty look. “First you can’t talk with secretaries, and now your Gaydar is way off. Miller is guaranteed gay. Just because he was a frat boy during his undergrad doesn’t mean he’s straight. Torez is the one who would be in the closet.”

“I had no idea,” you laughed. You went to the first work table, which had at least a dozen files scattered across it, along with some Legal volumes that the two associates must have been using to try and find precedents or something. There were also crusty boxes of takeout that had to have covered more than one meal.

“You know, we’re all alone down here,” Sabrina said, stepping up next to you and beginning to shuffle papers away from the dirtier mess you were dealing with.

“Sabrina,” you said, “We’re following the rules. Not when we’re at work.”

“I know. And with the new bitch upstairs, we’re going to need to be even more cautious,” Sabrina sighed. “But, and I’m just pitching this, was the rule not fooling around at work, or in the office? Because technically we’re not in the office, we’re in the basement.”

You grinned and chuckled, turning to her and wrapping your hand around her waist to pull her close. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“I’m persistent,” she smiled back. “Stubborn. Dogged. My mother used to say I was the unstoppable **** just waiting to find my immovable object.”

“Oh, she did, huh?” you asked. “Does that make-”

“The immovable object?” She finished for you. “Maybe. I hope so.”

You kissed her, just a little one. “We probably have an hour down here before anyone comes looking,” you said, letting her go. “Let’s see how fast we can get this done and then…”

“Now who’s the incorrigible one?” Sabrina laughed, and gave your ass a little slap.

The two of you worked as quickly as you could, but it was slow going. It was like the two associates had emptied out the files they’d found onto the table and shuffled them at random, then split the papers between the two tables.

You and Sabrina decided the easiest way to tackle the obstacles was to tag-team it. You ended up sorting the file folders on one table, while Sabrina started organizing the papers on the other by company titles and dates. The process was grunt work, which you had to accept was what you were so it made sense that you were stuck doing it. The nice thing was that every time you would cross over to Sabrina’s table to pick up another stack to start sorting into the folders, she would purposefully tease you.

It started with her bumping your hip with hers, then brushing her hand along your arm. It was the most wholesome of physical flirtation, but it was like you two were starting to flirt for the first time all over again. Little looks between the two of you, little grins. Sabrina undid a couple of buttons on her blouse just to tease you even though it made no effect on what you could see since it wasn’t like her tiny amount of cleavage was trying to bust out. Then she took a risk and grabbed your hand, pulling it down onto her ass for a moment. You paused, smiling at her as she bit her lip with a little smirk, and gave her a squeeze.

Before you got back to her again, Sabrina suddenly swore. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she sighed. She went over to the photocopier and pulled out a stack of papers under the lip of the top. “This is ridiculous. I need a break.”

“What kind of break are you thinking of?” you asked innocently. “You want me to go run upstairs for some coffee?”

“Mm-mmm,” she shook her head as she eyefucked you, leaning back against the photocopier and striking a sexy pose. “I need a different stimulant. I’m thinking something with protein, like a power bar. Think you could lend me yours?”

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