Joey Perelli, the office's most temptation, finds himself alone after hours, the silence broken only by the hum of the copy machine. He leans against the desk, his hands tracing the intricate tattoos adorning his lithe body. His fingers dance over his chest, down his abs, and finally, to the growing bulge in his pants. He unzips, freeing his hard cock, and begins to stroke it, his other hand playing with his tight asshole. He pictures his co-workers walking in, their eyes widening at the sight of him, their own desires stirring. He masturbates furiously, his body tensing as he imagines being filled by each of them, one by one, until he's a quivering, cum-soaked mess on the office floor.