They make it to the trash compactor without any further interruptions

In short order Carl reached the trash compactor, thankful that he had half the building between himself and Jean. Or even his other co-worker, for that matter. He didn't fancy an audience while he banged the slut.

"Okay, you can get out," he said, unlocking the door that would lead to the compactor.

While he went out to unlock the compactor Julie tried to get out of the bin, finding herself with much the same dilemma as she'd had when she'd first entered it. She hopped over, her aching clit scraping hard against the edge. Just as she thought she'd be stuck like last time the bin tipped.

With her foot extended it didn't fall over completely, and she managed to get out without dumping the mess all over the floor. When she was sure the bin was stable she gingerly rubbed her poor pussy.

"Can't wait, huh?" Carl re-appeared, smirking as he assumed she was masturbating. "Clean yourself up," he said, tossing her a rag, reminding her that she'd been lying in garbage.

While Carl musclesd the cart out to the compactor she eyed the rag dubiously, wondering what he'd used it for. Looking around she saw no alternatives, so she started wiping.

Following Carl out the door she saw him tipping the bin, the garbage sliding out into the depths of a large machine.

"My clothes!" she cried, seeing them fall with the garbage into the compactor.

Carl let go of the bin to catch her as she dashed forward. "You insane? You absolutely do NOT go into a compactor unless the power's been turned off. You know how many people've done that and gotten squished like bugs?"

"But... my clothes went in there!"

Carl blinked at her, peeked into the compactor, then shrugged at her. "Oh well. I forgot about that. Look, you can probably find something at the office. Or maybe the locker rooms. Anyway, they were filthy." He sniffed. "You're kind of ripe yourself."