Tech-support call

Everyone else in the office is out to lunch, but you've got a backlog of paperwork to sign and date. You can hear Sarah in her cubicle, working on something in her own cubicle. Then you hear her start cussing.

"Need a hand over there?" you call across the aisle, trying to be friendly.

"Stupid computer is freezing up on me. Makes it hard to keep up, you know?" she replies. "Tech support is out to lunch, too. You know anything about these machines?"

"Enough to not have to call Barney," you answer, setting aside the stack of papers for the moment and crossing to her cubicle. She rolls to the side as you start to press a few keys. Before long, you see what's eating her terminal's resources - there are multiple media-player windows open. You click on the first - it's a non-responsive window. Easy enough to kill.

The second click brings up an active window. Though there's no sound, you can imagine the screams the naked woman on the screen is making as the two thick cocks pound her pussy. The camera shifts, and you can see a vibrator sticking out of her ass, too. The view pans over to another trio, this time two women working on a thick erection. You look at Sarah; her face is flushed, but shows no sign of embarrassment.

"Yeah, okay," she starts. "I sometimes watch porn on my lunch breaks. No big deal, right?"

"It's technically an **** of office equipment," you point out. You recall hearing about a guy who was fired for just such an offense.

"You're not going to turn me in, are you?" She turns on the charm. "I can make it worth your while not to say anything."

"Really? How so?" you deadpan, but your dick already knows.

"How about a blowjob? Or hell, there's still half an hour before anyone comes back, and this one's got me all kinds of horny. How about a quick fuck?"