Sally at the Gatelys'

The clip-clopping of yer heels echoes through the corridor as ye stride toward the door Geneviève pointed out. Ye're itching to try all the others too, but there'll be plenty of time once yer task is done; and you're fair buzzing at the thought of having this posh mansion as yer ain personal sex den. But first things first, let's have a gander at this waiting room.

Only that, when you step inside, you immediately realize that you've been led astray, for this, well, this is clearly a bedroom, boasting a grand double-sized bed with a canopy smack dab in the middle.

"Things are getting interesting." You reckon to yourself, paying no heed to Lacy's confused queries for the moment. Instead of making a hasty retreat and pretending to be bewildered, you decide to snoop around a bit. You scour the bedside tables, the shelves, ye even pry open some closets. Photos, trinkets, jewels, clothes; nope, this is nae just a guest room, this is the Gatelys' boudoir (or one of them, at least). It's impossible that Geneviève got mixed up.

Is it possible that your two bosses are...

Yer gaze settles on a particular photo, right beneath a grand ornate mirror. Darius and Geneviève are locked in a passionate kiss, but it's nae the tender, marital embrace one might expect. They're beasting at each other's mouths, Geneviève slightly arching backward to accommodate Darius's fervor; his hands are caressing her bosom and backside, while one of hers is on his cheek and the second disappears betwixt their entwined limbs, and even if their waists cover it, you have no doubt where she's slipping it. You bite your lip, a jolt of electricity shooting doon your spine. You fondle yer twa ladies, feeling the nipples tingling in excitement; you slide one hand inside of your dress, giving a gentle pinch that elicits a pleasurable yelp. You move the other hand southward, yer eyes fixed on the photo, your breath escaping in ragged gasps from your gob.

All of a sudden, a pair of arms envelop you from behind, extracting your hand out of your neckline and placing it on something equally soft and yielding, while the other rests on yer hip, a palm delicately brushing against it. You turn around with a smile, instantly recognizing who it is.

-Sorry if I startled you Sally dear, have you made yourself comfortable?- Mrs. Gately purrs, nudging your arm in between her ample chest.

-Actually, Geneviève, I think I goat the wrong room, I hope I haven't trespassed...-.

-Mmm... not at all... and since we're here...- She locks her lips with yours, and you exchange a kiss no less fervent than the one in the picture. You ken it's the perfect time to possess her, but she naughtily gropes a boob of yours, breaking yer concentration.

-Mrs. Gately! That... that was really inappropriate!- You feign shock but continue to cling tightly to her frame.

-Oh, my most sincere apologies Miss McBride. I was just... enthralled by this beautiful young lady that I found doing nasty things in my bedroom...- She caresses your face, her een alight with passion. You moan, not because you have to, but to enjoy her aroused reaction.

-But whit will Mr. Gately think?- You purr. Your female boss giggles, and right then, Darius Gately himself appears at the entrance, wearing one of his business suits and flashing a lustful grin on his mug. The lad must be a pure Rebrov.

-We meet again, Miss McBride. I hope my wife has already explained to you the details of this little meeting of ours.-.

You lick yer lips in anticipation: -Well, Ah'm startin' tae get the overall idea, aye.-.

-Perhaps, darling, you could help me illustrate the perks of her new management role...- Geneviève proposes, her hands continuously teasing you all around. Darius doesn't need to be told twice, and he inserts himself between you at a brisk pace, taking each o' ye around the back.

-Mr. Gately, I think Human Resources wouldn't be happy to hear of this... cordiality... of yours.- You groan as his fingers trace a contour on your derrière.

-You're right, Miss McBride. May I offer you the position of H.R. leader, then?-.

You winch his bearded mouth, while the three of you walk back until you're almost sitting on the mattress.

-You can call me Sally. And yes, I wouldn't mind it.-.

"Holy fuck Sally!" Lacy screams in your heid: "This is...".

"Sorry babe, I'll hear you in a few." You close the mental link, having something else much more interesting to focus on at the moment.

Darius Gately is proving to be an excellent kisser, knowing no' only how to use the tongue, but also whaur tae caress and push wi' his hands to enhance the experience. When you break off the nip, you chuckle.

-I must admit, this will be my first time with a married couple. Do you always treat your employees like this?-.

Geneviève's svelte hand gropes the bulge in Darius's trousers as she replies to you: -Oh, only the ones that catch my husband's interest. And I believe the two puppies under your neck made quite the impression, am I right, darling?-.

-You know me so well, honey.- He groans, making her smile mischievously.

-Speaking of, Sally dear...- She starts fumbling with her own dress, quickly revealing the melons that made quite the impression on you, to borrow her sentence. You find it hard to believe, but probably they are indeed bigger than yours; her nipples, though, are a bit smaller and in a dark tonality of pink, while yours are puffier and browner. Oh, richt, before she asks it more explicitly, you reveal yours too. Darius's eyes are completely transfixed by them, while Geneviève gets closer with an inquisitive expression and takes a good feel.

-Mmm. As I expected, all-natural, soft and saggy at the right point. My husband's favorite type. You must be really proud of them.-.

-You speak like an intended estimator, Mrs. Gately!- You snicker.

-Oh, more an expert, I'd say. I recognize their fascination, yet I feel no attraction toward women. However, I do appreciate how my hubby behaves with me when I get... intimate... with a beautiful specimen of my same gender...- She presses her skud bosom against yours, her warm breath blowing straight intae yer nostrils. Your fingers trace the outline of her hips.

-Well,- You whisper: -as baith an expert and an estimator, I can assure ye that ye're a bonnie specimen as well, Geneviève... and if this is how it works between you two... I'm the last person that will... complain...- This roleplay of yours guides you to another kiss, which is abruptly interrupted when Darius assaults you, his mouth sucking from your nipple like a bairn thirsty for the mother's milk.

-Oww, uhh, fuck, fuck you're good Mr. Gately.- You moan. As he moves from one teat to the other, you turn hungrily to Geneviève, which knowingly offers ye her tits.

-Please, be my guest, Sally.-.

-Don't mind if I do~.- You cover her nipple with your mouth, flickin' it between your teeth.

-Ah! Oh, look at you, honey, I haven't seen you all excited since the time with that dumb cheerleader!- Exclaims Geneviève. Feck, you think, these guys are truly zany.

Darius gets rid of his jacket and shirt, sporting a toned and hairy torso. The wifey, instead, quickly tosses away her panties and lifts her skirt, revealing the moistened beauty of her pussy to yer enticed een.

-My dear, you seem quite delicious today...- He comments before nestling his mug between her legs and starting lapping at her gash.

-Darling!!! Ahh, you never disappoint me!-.

As you are perfectly aware of, the risk with a threesome is to be left out, especially when the other twa are so in synch. But you know exactly how no' tae get forgotten. Just when you suspect she's getting used to the feeling, you **** back her juggs, making her gasp again.

-Ohh, you're quite an amusement luv~. I bet you wanted to suck my tits since the first moment~~~.-.

You flash a guilty smile, then proceed to kiss her again. To be honest, you didn't want to merely suck her tits, you wanted to bang them with your old cock; but, on the other side, if you still had your old cock and not this bonnie body instead, you wouldn't be there in the first place. Darius crawls on the bed, grabbing your necks from behind and forcin' the twa o' ye to redirect yer attention.

-Mmm, be patient dear, it will be worth the wait~.- She reassures him. You're not quite sure of the exact dynamics between them, it looks like Geneviève does the talking but deep dawn it's Darius who leads the game; yet, you have also the sensation that this is only another level of their roleplaying and that it is not so obvious to identify the alpha between the two.

Oh well, in any case, it means that ye're going tae play submissive this time.

Good.

Ye just wanted tae be treated like a wench today.

-Oh, but you're already this hard.- Geneviève is pawin' between his legs: -You must really dying to dip the cookie in her warm cup, darling. I may get jealous...-.

-Mmm, I love it when you get jealous honey.- He lays on his back, having already unfastened his belt. Ohh, judging by that tent, it must be deid muckle.

Your breath catches as the veiny knob springles in the air. Geneviève licks her lips, then meaningfully mashes together her boobs.

-Tell me, darling, would you like to stick your fat cock between our milky juicy boobs?- She purrs seductively.

-God, yes.-.

You don't need anything else. Honestly, you didn't need that either, since you were already brushing your dangling chebs on his tadger. One side each, yer hands molding in compression, you squeeze Darius's hardness as if you had to milk the life out of it. You feel his nogging probing your soft skin, your voices mingling together in a luscious symphony of moans.

Darius's mug is pure bliss, yet he seems very far from blowing his load. If he was Tom, just havin' two bosomy milfs squishing like that would've made him spurt in a blink; instead, he's as calm as a cucumber, like he's at a spa. Lad kens his stuff, eh?

When his moans begin to sound like grunts, you know it's time to kick things up a notch.

-Luv, do you mind if...- She asks, her peepers gleaming with excitement.

-Of course, ye're the hostess, after all.-.

You look with glee at the buxom woman gobbling his cock, her fingers grippin' firm at the base while she bounces up and doon along its length. Ye hold up her hair, both to lend a hand and to get a better look at her face. Feck, you think, she's a hoora hoor.

-Slurp, scwump, pch~.-.

You wonder how her staff would react if she saw their imposing boss like that. Hell, they'd likely turn it into an orgy.

Now, this is a grand idea for the future.

You peck Geneviève's cheek, specifically where you see the bulge appearing, gaining Darius's groaned approval. Then, you move yer lips down his trunk, nibbling and sucking on his baws.

"Holy fuck, I'm really a cocksuckin' wanton. I don't know where it comes from. Was I gay, perhaps? Nah, probably Sally was secretly bisexual, and now I'm fully expressing her potential. Gosh, she was wasting this body with her 'only-girls' and 'lets-wait-until-we-know-each-other' policies! I'm makin' such a better use of it!".

Ye wonder if Sally could see you, or see through your eyes. It would be so hot. But the real Sally... no, the old Sally, cannae do either, being buried in the depth of your mind, never to wake up again. Shite, it sounds dire when ye put it like that.

Anywae.

-Mah!- Geneviève releases her husband's dick, and you dutifully go to kiss her sticky lips. Look at this, Sally, this is precum in your mouth, and I'm loving it.

Mrs. Gately's face subsides, allowing you to give a couple of jerks and twerk the knob into your mouth. You became so experienced in less than a week that you soon sense the familiar throb tingling on yer tongue.

"Well, not this soon Mr. Gately.".

You spit out his member and crawl onto his chest, pinning him down and kissing him. He doesnae seem bothered that you just blew his dick; the lass, in the meantime, is fiddling with his troosers.

Your tongues are intertwined in a randy dance. This would be the best time to shoot your goo inside of him... but ye might as well be damned if ye turn him into a dumb drone right now!

Ye hear Geneviève's satisfied gasp and clothes bein' tossed on the floor.

-Keep it going, luv, you're doing so good! Dear, I know we usually wait until the end, but I need just a quick taste right now!- She exclaims with a **** voice. There's a creakin' of the bed springs and then a thrustin' movement, and Darius lets out a loud moan straight into yer mouth.

-Ahhh~!- Geneviève's howl of pleasure leaves you no doubt about what just happened. You straighten up, tittering at the sight of the blonde cougar getting impaled by her husband. Her bristols are wobbling hypnotically, and you can't resist takin' another sip.

-Aww fuck!!!- Heh, is the sound o' yer promotion takin' place. She turns to ye, hissin' comin' oot o' her mooth as she pulls hersel' aside.

-Come here Sally, have a try. You deserved it.-.

Ye really dinnae see why turn her down, so you take her place ridin' her husband's dick.

Oh shite!

Ye suspected married guys' toories were the best, but if he made school, married guys wi' cuckolding wives' are even better!

-Your pussy is so dilated, Miss McBride!- He comments out.

-What can I say?- Ye defend yersel' wi' a grin: -It's better like that so I can fully accept yer... ohh... yer large knob, Mr. Gately!!!-.

While you're bobbing up and down, Geneviève puts her hand on your shoulder.

-If I know my husband correctly, she now wants to take the lead. Is that right, darling?-.

Darius grunts in affirmation, moving to sit up. Ye get aff his cock, though reluctantly, but ye eagerly welcome his lips on yours once again. He pushes ye back, layin' ye on the mattress, yer legs spread in invitation.

Yet, he seems not about to shag you again that soon. Rather, ye perceive Geneviève positionin' hersel' in front o' ye, her moistened groin pressin' against yers. Now, what do they have in mind?

"These guys are quite... intriguing, eheh~...".

Darius moves again, crawlin' on his knees and swingin' his cock richt in between yer thirsty pussies. Ye moan in pleasure and surprise as ye feel his index finger rubbin' yer clit all o' a sudden.

"F-Feck, where has he learned... ahhh~~!!!".

Plus, you notice that he's brushing his glans on his wife's labia. This confirms your impression, they're no just twa horny nymphos, they're twa fucking pros!

"Keep goin', ohh keep goin' keep-FECK!!!" Ye open wide yer een and gasp, as ye feel yersel' gettin' penetrated once again, the member havin' replaced his digit smoothly as silk.

You were completely taken off guard, and you cannot suppress the climax that washes over you. Ye roll yer een behind the sockets, while he mercilessly continues tae screw the shite oot o' ye. Geneviève is lying next to you, her giggle reaching yer lugs.

-I'm sorry luv, Darius likes to play dirty with this stuff.-.

You're incredulous, nobody ever managed tae mak' ye cum this quickly and this good; and thanks to Sally's body, you're not limited by only an orgasm!

"Ohh, why don't we just call Charity and we hae these twa fuck her? She'll totally come back tae her senses!".

Ye play wi' yer big breasts, both to handle and to exacerbate the feeling, while wi' yer other haund ye keep your cleft open for his lovely thrusts.

-Honey, I'm sorry to bother you, but I truly need some attention here...- Geneviève calls out for her spouse, flauntin' her glistenin' vagina. You expect him to slip out of ye, but instead he surprises you again, and literally crumbles alang yer legs, plungin' his face between her tights.

-Holy toalie, you guys are crazy!- You laugh, his crotch somehow still pumpin' inside of you.

-And you're quite a slut, aren't you, Miss McBride?- Geneviève taunts from next tae ye. Then she grimaces in glee, and after all, if he was that skilled with his fingers, you can only imagine what he can do wi' the tongue.

Since you actually are quite a slut, you push your tits to your mouth and start lickin' your nipples, gentle courtesy of this body's juggers' size. Heh, back when ye were Kim, ye doubt you could do this.

Bein' a busty brunette MILF is truly the top.

Eventually, it's Geneviève's turn again tae get plugged. Ye relish in the sight of her form contortin' ower the sheet, her saggy tits lookin' still enormous and sliding frae one side tae the ither as she moves. Ye decide to provide your own contribution, resting your cheek on Darius's stomach and using your tongue to flicker with her clitoris.

God, you love the fact that Mrs. Geneviève Gately, probably the richest woman ye'll ever meet, the ane that every employee is terrified tae talk tae, a woman who has the renowned reputation o' being haughty and classy, is currently screaming out loud because of ye.

So these are the real Gatelys, under the respectable facade. A couple of horny and perverted individuals.

Just like you~.

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-Ohh!!! Oh yes, suck on these tits you bitch!!!-.

You went on with them for, well, ye dinnae ken actually. You're starting to get hungry, meanin' that it may be lunchtime or sae; luckily, yer mouth is full right now, with yer favorite dish.

"I could look at them forever." You think.

Sadly, ye know that it's about to end. You can sense it by the furious speed of Darius's yanks, which are settin' yer pussy on fire, as well by the fact that Geneviève is dropping whatever facade of contain she had before, by now too much busy tae let oot her glee.

Ugh. This also means that it's almost time tae get the work done, isnae it? Ok then, so as soon as she gets closer to your mouth...

Goddamn, ye're kissing her. And, oww, Darius is fondling your tits from behind, it feels so good. But whatever, come on Sally, this is yer chance!

Well, ok, the next one then. It's just that, as soon as ye possess her, ye will hae tae go back tae business, richt? And since you're going to bring the Gatelys' armada to the fight, ye for sure deserve ane last orgasm.

And you love so fucking much to be screwed doggy style. Havin' a pussy and twa juggs is the best.

-Ah! Ah! Ahh!!!- Ye collapse on the mattress, havin' just orgasmed richt then and there. Darius, in his frenzy, flows immediately from you to his wife, who fatigues tae stay on all fours.

-Ohh!!! Oh yes!!!-.

Ye shove yersel' onto Mr. Gately, pullin' Geneviève's hair wi' one hand while he gropes yer tits and yer hair with his.

-Fuck yeah Mr. Gately! Fuck that pussy, slay her!!!- Ye scream, completely unconcerned that you are addressing your own superiors this way. Ye've gone past beyond that, after all. He sticks his fingers inside your mouth, twirlin' it without much regard, treatin' ye like a cheap harlot.

-Oh God daddy, I'm coming!- Geneviève hisses with greeted teeth.

'Daddy'? If this is another pairt o' their roleplay, it's a bit late tae bring it up.

Mrs. Gately falls unceremoniously on the mattress, her body convulsing with orgasm. Darius's penis springs oot o' her, so moist it's practically shinin'. It's covered by squirt and precum, and judgin' by his reddened face, he's really close too.

Ye chuckle.

-Don't worry Mr. Gately, as a dutiful appointed supervisor of yer company, I'll manage this urgent transaction that is pulsing between yer legs~.-.

Ye seize his penis, yer palm strugglin' tae find a grip since it's so drippin' wet, and then ye blow him again, adding your saliva to the liquids covering it.

This time you feel that it's already going to explode, only his strong willpower prevents him frae shootin' his load doon your throat.

-Wait, stop.- He growls with a pleading voice. Ye lift yer een, keepin' suckin' his heid in the meantime.

-Your tits, I want to cum on them!-.

That's... unexpected, but not unwelcome. Geneviève is already lying on her back, flaunting her assets at her husband. You do the same, pushin' up yer bosom wi' yer crossed airms.

Darius starts to jerk off furiously, initially aimin' at his slutty wife.

-Oh fuck, you're so creepy, daddy! Getting all warmed up just because we added some big-titted whore to the mix! You're so disgusting, aren't you?- She exclaims. You must have reached a new depth of their roleplay, since rather than bein' offended by her words, he slams his member in between her cleavage.

-Not yet! ...! Not you! ...!- He's raving. Ye're almost shocked, he truly seems enraged, and no simply like ye expected from an overly-aroused man.

But whatever it was, ye forget about it as soon as he moves tae yer chest instead. You squash yer boobs together, kneading and milking him, until you hear the roar that you were just waitin' for.

Sprays of sticky warm soil yer skin, once, twice, three times. Oh yes, yes, finally yer most yearned price, better than ony promotion.

A good sprout of sperm on yer jugs. Oh, you love it even more than an orgasm itself.

Darius retracts his softening penis, beating it against your skin not tae waste any droplets. Ye let oot a satisfied moan, feeling the seed slowly trickling toward your neck.

"Uff... uff... anf... well... I guess now it's time to...".

You wince as you feel Geneviève lapping at your dirty boobs, collectin' the jizzum wi' the tip of her tongue. The fierceness in her eyes is far frae bein' extinguished, making you shiver in awe.

Mmm, she's greedy, isn't her? But then, if whit she said at the start wis richt, it makes sense. You were jist a tool fur her to spill the maist out o' Darius, cause he, well, evidently, he cannot keep his horsecock in his pants for very lang when he sees a beautiful woman.

You wonder why there arenae more fowk in the world like them. They completely incarnate the said 'make love, not war': why be jealous of ither women if they make the sex greater?

-Yeah, like that, lick it you tart.- Darius encourages her.

You furrow. Weird, ye would hae expected his post-coitus lucidity would hae turned off his kinky behavior.

But, onyway, enough wi' pleasure, now it's time for duty. You form a handful of goo down your throat, ready to strike.

-Mmm... Mrs. Gately, please, let me taste it a bit too...- You call her for a kiss with that excuse. She gets closer, a naughty grin on her face, and when yer mouths are aligned she wanes hers toward yours. Ye move the goo atween yer lips, she will probably mistake it for your tongue, if she happens tae pay attention to that in the next twa seconds.

And as your lips touch...

"!!!".

Ye startle, or try tae, as the pillow's texture invades yer mooth and nostrils. Ye squirm, but ye find yer legs bein' blocked by someone sittin' on them, and yer airms recklessly evadin' someone's hold. You recognize Darius's strong fingers around your left wrist.

"What's going on??? What, what are they doing???".

Panic assails you, how is this happening, are ye goin' tae die? Then, survival instinct kicks in: you form the first object you can think of on your free hand and sway it toward where you suspect is Geneviève's skull.

You hear a cry and then the pressure on the pillow ceases. Ye throw it away and try to free your legs too, but you find Darius's mug towering over ye, and his haunds graspin' around your neck.

You open wide your eyes and gasp, but it's a mistake, as ye feel aw the oxygen leavin' yer esophagus. You beg them with your eyes... but there's nothing tae appeal to. In his expression, ye recognize a detached coldness that you've seen only once, and you remember it well since it was last night, when you were scooping another girl's memories.

For a moment, ye hae thought to have fallen victim to a couple of serial killers, and that ye could overturn the cards wi' yer powers. But ye havenae been this lucky.

"No... no, it can't be!".

Geneviève's face comes back into vision; she's rubbing her eyes, in her hand the dildo you used to 'stab' her.

-Quite monotonous, 'Miss McBride'.- She says, mocking your name 'cause she knows the truth behind it.

-A knife would have been a better... choice!- She immediately plunges it inside yer vagina, turnin' the blissful sensation o' a couple o' minutes ago intae a pang o' pain. The **** that follows only makes things worse fur ye.

-Now, we don't want you to send your goo throttling around my house, don't we?-.

Ye slap Darius's cuffs, in a vain attempt tae get free. But darkness is already envelopin' yer vision.

"Lacy..." You desperately try to reach her.

"La..cy...".

---

-Are you ok?-.

You cough a couple of times and quickly straighten your posture: -Yeah, erm, yes sweetie, don't worry.-.

Joanna gives you a curious look before returning to her phone call.

"You nosy idiot!" You think in frustration: "Just focus on your job if you don't even want to pee for five hours!".

You close your knees, rubbing your tight in an attempt to dry them down at least a little. That's all Sally's fault, first, she torments you with her date with those stud-and-Milf of your bosses, and then cuts the contact just before starting, leaving you all hot and flustered like this!

"Screw it, I'm going to the restroom." You decide. But just as you're about to stand up, you get the worst migraine of your life, both Tom Harris's and Lacy Hopkin's, you mean.

Flashes of sex scenes and sensations flood your mind, causing you to grasp your head in agony. Luckily, this time Joanna is not looking at you.

It must be Sally, but why is she doing this? This is not funny, this is...

"La...cy...".

You freeze.

These memories aren't just about pleasure; there's something else, something ominous.

Oh no.

"I'm sorry... run... I love you...".

-Sally!- You jump to your feet, panic coursing through your veins. You try to contact her again, but there's only silence.

-Lacy?- Joanna's voice cuts through your panic. She's looking at you again, having just ended the call. Of course, her confusion was far from being your concern right now. Sally, your Sally, was falling victim to that sociopath!

You needed help! You needed to alert the others!

-Lacy, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?-.

Her phone...! Yes, yes, you had to take her and have her help you! You start forming some goo in your mouth, but right then, the door to Mr. Gately's office bursts open, making you wince in surprise. Mindy Roxcon, Darius Gately's personal secretary, storms into the office, curly brunette hair framing a deadly expression.

"Oh, crap!!!".

-What the hell...- Joanna begins, but before she can finish, Mandy throws something green in her direction without even glancing at her. You don't stick around to see the outcome as you sprint towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, feeling like you're being chased by the devil himself.

Damn those heels you wore to look sexy this morning!

"Sally! Sally please answer me!!!" You scream internally as you reach the elevator, pounding the button repeatedly. It's coming up to your floor, only 4 has left. 3... 2... 1...

DING

The doors open, revealing a bewildered brunette inside. Stephanie Moore, the COO of the company.

Your hesitation is brief, but it's enough. Arms wrap around you from behind, and something slimy creeps into your ear. Stephanie screams, pressing the button for another floor. You struggle, but suddenly, you feel an excruciating pain erupting inside your skull, which makes you yell and spit your goo-part that is still residing in your mouth. For a moment, you're both standing on two legs and flying inside the elevator... then you're just a lump of red jelly splashed on Stephanie's suit.

Whatever that was, it broke your concentration, and you lost contact with your Lacy's body. The bigger issue, however, is currently the young woman freaking out and trying to get rid of you. You jolt inside her mouth, she tries to rag you out but you slip down her throat.

There's a convulsion and then you're back to experiencing the world through human eyes. You look down at yourself, seeing two firm mounds tightly enclosed in a white shirt and black jacket. A sight that would normally excite you, but right now, you're everything but aroused.

The elevator doors open again. You're on the ground floor; you delve into Stephanie's mind. That's right, she... you, that is, you had just arrived and when you saw Mr. Darius's assistant monstrous like a zombie and puking something inside of Miss Hopkins' body, well, it may have been that alien invasion-horror of last evening, but you though only about running away.

Instead, you walk across the aisle with decisive steps, your eyes carefully scooping around to check signs of hostility. The man at the entrance, surprised to see you there again, asks you something, but you ignore him. Once outside, you sprint to your car, **** to escape the nightmare unfolding around you.