B2 - STAFF ONLY

Smirking at Michael, you reach out and press the very bottom button.

“Uh... I don’t think they’re gonna let us go down there,” he says.

You shrug. Maybe not... Or maybe my “priority powers” will get us in.

“Might as well try, right? Even if we fail, we’ve still got a bimbo fuckdoll waiting upstairs.”

“Y-yeah,” he replies, nodding uncertainly.

The elevator doors open, revealing a wide, brightly-lit, and almost industrial-looking hallway. On your right is a security desk, and behind it sits a middle-aged man in uniform.

“Hey, good morning... Wait, do you guys work here?” He stands up, furrowing his brow.

“Well no, but—”

“Then you need to head on back up,” he interrupts you. “Employees only.”

“Sir, uh, I was chasing a girl... Just wanted to bust a nut, and she was my type, and... I think she works here?”

Instantly, his posture relaxes. “What did she look like?”

Your mind races. He sees everyone who arrives on this floor... If I don’t describe a real employee, he’ll send us away.

“...Blonde, with huge tits. Like, HUGE.”

He chuckles. “Might be Trixi, or Diamond, or Luvia... Daisy, even, but she’s more of a dirty blonde now. Could be any of the sales reps, really, except the ones with weird hair dye. Millennials, huh?”

You nod slowly as the guard rambles on. “Mhm, right, thanks... So we’re just gonna go find her, now. Th-thank you.”

With that you and Mike scurry down the hall.

“Wait!”

You look to your friend, then back over your shoulder. “...Yes?”

“I’d better give you two some temporary I.D. badges, in case you get stopped or need to unlock the elevator when I’m on break.”

The man pulls out two lanyards, and you go back over to grab them.

Why do you need I.D. cards to LEAVE this floor? What are they keeping here?

You and Mike soon round the corner, and you flash your friend a nervous grin.

“Guess we’re in,” he says nervously.

“Damn straight. So, what now? Should we start trying doors, see what opens?”

“Ha ha—Wait, are you serious? No, don’t—”

Before he can finish, you step over to a sturdy metal door and push on it. It doesn’t budge, but you notice a small white panel above the handle. When you tap your I.D. against it, the panel flashes green.

“John, are you sure we should be... Aaand you’re going inside...”

As you move through the door into the dark room beyond, a row of lights flickers on automatically.

“...Mike, quit worrying,” you say, waving him inside. “You need to come see this.”