Find Tasha

If Tasha drew that line with salt she can’t be far. You slip through the door onto the twelf floor. It looks harmless enough. Attractive well dressed people scurry about doing work.

You try to just blend in. You walk by a gorgeous blonde. She has the face of a supermodel, she wears a suit, but her jacket is open and her breasts strain against black silk.

She looks up at you. “Can I help you? Are you lost?”

You think fast. “No, I was just bringing some paperwork down from thirty two. I’ll be heading back now.”

Her eyes twinkle. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We have a private break room and you could join me for a drink.”

Her eyes are remarkable. You aren’t even sure what color they are but they seem to glimmer and glow. Staying suddenly sounds like a good idea.

“Um, ok.” You stutter.

“Wonderful, I’m Cleo. Follow me.”

Her suit is black and shiny. It clings to her right round ass. She sways seductively as she struts across the office. She looks around. Seeing nobody watching she pulls out a key and steps into what appears to be a janitor’s closet. She reaches out a well manicured hand with sharp, shiny black, nails and pulls you in. The door shuts behind you. It is so dark you can barely see.

You feel a hand stroke your thighs and undo your pants.

“Um, it’s a little dark isn’t it?”

“Mm, I can see that nice hard cock just fine.” She husks.

She slides her mouth over your rod and begins to suck. Her lips are shockingly cold, but her skills are impressive.

You moan in delight. You are about to cum when you hear a noise.

Do you pull out to investigate the noise, and likely making Cleo angry, or do you finish and then check it out?