The cleaner

Hunter's ears pricked as he listed, his senses on high alert. The noises were coming from the other side of the office. After a moment he was able to identify them as someone humming softly, the feathery swish of a duster, and the soft squeak of wheels.

The cleaner, he thought with a silent curse for forgetting about them. Carefully, he stepped out of the men's room and crept around the office towards the sound, his ears twitching.

He caught the scent of a female sweat, mingled lightly with a floral perfume. A young woman's sweat, he realised without understanding how he knew. Crouched low he peered around the corner of a cubicle and found himself looking at a young woman. She had earbuds in and was humming to whatever music she was listening to, her head bobbing a bit to the rhythm.

Her skin was the colour of coffee with a lot of cream, her hair glistening black and braided in a tail that fell down her back. She wore a blue nylon work dress that stretched over her plump ripe body as she dusted and cleaned. Hunter watched as she stretched, the dress riding up her sleek brown thighs, and he felt his lust awaken.

She was only twenty feet from his office door he realised. His open office door. Where his torn shirt and pants and discarded shoes were scattered on the floor. He thought he could slip around the other side of the cubicles and get to his office before she could see him, distracted as she was by her music. He could shut and lock the door and ignore her if she knocked.

Or he could seize her and take her. Ravish her helpless brown body and slake his growing lust.