The clock ticks down to lunch, but one worker can't focus on his work. Instead, he's consumed by a primal need. He sneaks into the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest. The room is filled with the scent of industrial cleaner, but it's the smell of his own musk that drives him on. He pulls out his cock, the cool air of the bathroom contrasting with the heat of his desire. He strokes himself, his eyes flicking to the door, the thrill of potentially being caught only serving to push him closer to orgasm.