Lubricating the Office Tension

The office is quiet, the hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound. Two coworkers, bound by long hours and shared frustrations, find themselves in the cramped, dimly lit supply closet. Her blouse is unbuttoned, his tie loosened, their breaths ragged as they press against each other. She reaches down, feeling his hard length through his pants, a growl escaping his lips. He responds, his hand slipping under her skirt, finding her wet and ready. The closet becomes their sanctuary, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time, their moans muffled by the stacks of paper and the whir of the ancient copy machine.

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