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As the clock strikes midnight, the office transforms into a private playground for one. A man, left to guard the fort, finds solace in the throes of self-pleasure. His hand, a steady metronome, works his stiffening cock, the friction building a delicious heat. The sterile, fluorescent lighting casts stark shadows, accentuating every vein and ridge as he strokes himself to the edge of release, the cool air of the empty office doing little to temper the fire within.