Alone in the office late at night

Some nights, Daisy just had to stay late. Mr. Johnson was a busy man, and he needed at least one of his underlings to support him. She had skills the others just didn't have, he'd explain to the other partners. Somehow they were oblivious. After he was done using her, sometimes Mr. Johnson would tell her the gossip about the other bosses, but so far as she'd heard none of them kept pussy around the office like he did. They had their mistresses put up in apartments in the middle of town, away from the suburbs where the bosses lived. Daisy wondered if they got paid better than she did. She probably had better insurance.

When he was done with pushing her down onto his desk and using her holes whichever way he liked, he would put his pants and suit jacket back on and make his departure. Their rule was that she was always to wait at least a half hour after he left to 'finish things up,' or in other words, to make it look like they weren't only staying late to fuck. This was one of those nights.

Unlike most nights, Mr. Johnson had wanted to shake things up a little bit. There were cameras in a few places throughout the office, but as the partner in charge of overseeing security, he knew all the blindspots. He had told her to show up at the door to his office in nothing but her lingerie for their evening rendezvous. She had stripped herself down in the only bathroom whose door was in one of those blindspots and sneaked through the place like he'd ordered. She'd found it a bit thrilling.

It wasn't so exciting on the trip back. This time, she didn't have an exciting sexual encounter waiting for her at the other end, and her body was so slick with sweat that she thought she might squeak as she tried to creep back to the bathroom. By now she knew most of the blindspots by heart. Once, Mr. Johnson had fucked her in front of the security monitors, and after he'd cum he tested her on what each camera could see. For every mistake, he left a handprint on her ass. She had flunked a few questions on purpose, but the lesson stuck with her.

Daisy rushed into the bathroom. There was only one stall, but it wasn't like there was anyone else around to see her get dressed at this point. When Mr. Johnson had called on her, her clothes had been abandoned hanging from the back of the stall door.

Only, when she swung aroumd to the back of the stall door, there was nothing there.

"Oh, fuck," the mostly-naked woman muttered.