Let's go for a walk, shall we?

"Damn, is it getting stuffy in here, or what?" Jasmine groaned. The room was full of the heady scents of sweat, sex and copious amounts of cum. Office air conditioning could only account for so much lewdness at a time, apparently unable to deal with the demands of shifting hot, sweaty air away fast enough for the temperature to be comfortable. Still, Jasmine's erection was throbbing inside of Macey's tight posterior, begging to be put to good use. Letting out a sigh, Jasmine got to her feet, Macey nearly falling onto the floor with the sudden motion.

"What d'ya say we go for a walk?" Jasmine carefully extricated her monstrous length from Macey's now-gaping asshole, cum dripping out at an amazing rate. The assistant's body was slick with sweat all over, her messy hair messier than ever, though her face seemed to say "I'd rather fall off a bridge than go outside." Jasmine sighed at the look, her eyes dipping over the rise and fall of Macey's chest, the wet slickness between her legs that made trails even through all the other liquids pouring down her thighs.

"Okay, okay ... I won't ask you to go on a walk with me," Macey's eyes lit up a little at the prospect of staying indoors, "I'll tell you. You're coming on a walk with me."

With a groan, she let out a "Whatever" and grabbed her phone. Jasmine chuckled and took the phone from her hands, placing it on the desk as she ushered Macey out.
"You won't need that thing. C'mon, give yourself a little break from it! It'll just be you, me, and Feng!"
"Uh, like, who's Feng?"
"Yea, to whom dost thou refer?" The spirit dragon curled its way out of its tattoo form on Jasmine's back, curling around her neck like a scaled scarf. Feng chuckled.
"This is Feng! He's my spirit animal, or whatever." Jasmine ran a hand over the elder dragon's scaled head, as though she were petting some small and fuzzy animal. Macey stared at Feng, as though her brain were desperately trying to come to terms with what she was seeing. Her mouth opened and shut as words tried to form, until finally ...
"Oh, it's just a dragon. Cool, I guess." Macey turned her head away, her hand going to where her pocket should be to grab the phone that should have been there. Remembering her pants were in the corner of the room and her phone was metres away, she gave a small snort of laughter, as though it were the stranger event here. Feng chuckled once more, the tinkling sound of his laughter fading as he slid back into his tattooed form. With a shrug, Jasmine prodded Macey's behind with her erection, forcing her out the door.

The pair walked in silence, navigating their way through the once-boring offices of Bigg Business. The delicious smell of sweat and sex followed them even here, workers following their productivity consultant's advice. Here and there, all manner of sex acts filled the air with sounds of slick sensuality, slapping skin against skin, the scent of sex flowing from every direction. Jasmine was tempted to dive in and give someone a hand (or a penis), but the heady musk about them had already started to dizzy her. Almost shoving Macey into the elevator ahead of her, she crammed in as the door closed alongside a couple heartily engaging in about as much business talk as sex.

"So, with the Jackson case--ugh, could you slow down a little? I'm trying to talk." Down on all fours with a small tablet computer by her head, a long-haired blonde woman was being speared from behind by an overenthusiastic and much younger male colleague, who had barely taken the time to pull her skirt up and her underwear aside in his eagerness to get inside.
"Yeah, sorry. It's just my instructions were to give it my all and fuck the nearest woman when I get a boner!" The young man almost seemed to pick up the pace, muttering something under his breath about how he had always wanted to do this. "Wh-whatever you want with the case, as long as we can work closely together on it!"
"Jeez, at this rate we're going to be here all --guh! All night! This case has to be done b- ohh! by the end of the week!"
"Don't worry, boss! I'll stay hard all night for you! Sorry, stay _up _all night to help yoooouu ... !" No sooner had the guy finished pumping his seed inside was the girl standing upright, not bothering to fix her clothes at all. The elevator door opened and the pair stepped out.
"God, you're going to get me pregnant by the end of the day at this rate ... " No sooner had the sentence escaped her lips than the young fellow's member stood back up to attention, pushing her to the floor just outside as the elevator closed. As the lift slowly continued its descent to ground floor, the man could be heard shouting.
"I'm sorry boss! It can't be helped ... !"

Ping!

The elevator finally reached ground floor, Macey and Jasmine stepping out into the main lobby. For some reason, there were quite a few young men waiting around. Delivery men, job-seekers, businessmen from other company ... all men.
"What's with all these guys?" Macey mumbled, her eyes crossing them with a look of intense disinterest. The answer came in the way of a sweet call from behind the receptionist's desk.
"Next!" Standing up, the red-headed receptionist from the other day, her face and hair slick with cum, gently ushered a man off her seat and on towards whatever business he apparently had in the building. A mail-man wandered up to the desk, eyes firmly locked on her heaving breasts and the surprising amount of cum that was slowly dripping on to and off of them.
"I, uh ... I have this package to deliver to ... uh ... the people ... um ..."
"Don't worry, I'll let them know you're here! I'll take good care of this package down here while you wait, okay?" Directing the mail-man to her seat (which had apparently become more everyone else's seat), she set his package on the desk, called someone quickly and immediately set to work on unwrapping his other package.

"It's wonderful when people enjoy their job, isn't it Feng?"
Feng chuckled.