Breakroom hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee scent clashes with my musky perfume. Legs spread under short skirt. Sipping latte. No panties today. Forgot. Breeze from AC teases my bare pussy. Open-space glances dart my way. Guillaume storms in. Shadowy against fluorescent lights. ‘Make yourself at home!’ Sarcasm drips. I freeze. Skirt hiked. Cunt exposed. Sunlight—no, desk lamp—spotlights my slit. ‘Playing innocent?’ he snaps. Heart pounds. Mouse clicks echo distantly. Doors slam somewhere. He’s effeminate, thirties, fit. With Marc, smiling awkward. They whisper. Leave. Mystery gnaws. Later, changing in locker room. Pull off blouse. Forget bra. Tits swing free under thin top. Nipples poke. Back to desk. Tension simmers. Next morning, cafeteria. Coffee brews. They sit opposite. Eyes lock. Apologize. Laugh it off. Corner Marc alone. Hallway hums. Phones ring. ‘Why so mad?’ He hesitates. ‘Guillaume’s jealous. Of women. I’m bi. Your pussy… got me hard yesterday.’ Blunt. ‘You got a boner?’ Whisper. He nods. Complicit grins. Last late night. Deadline crunch. Can’t sleep in crash room. Step to shared balcony overlook. Night air cools. Nightie clings. Sweat dries. Pussy aches. Hubby away. No touch. Balcony links offices. Light flicks on next door. Window cracks open. ‘Hot as fuck,’ Marc groans. Guillaume hugs from behind. Necks kiss. Sloppy. I crouch. Peek. Don’t breathe. They strip. Polos off. Belts unclick. Zips rasp. Cocks spring. Thick. Veiny. Mutual strokes. Lips locked. Moans muffled. Marc drops. Sucks Guillaume’s tits. Kneels. Gobbles cock. Balls cupped. Slurps wet. I drip. Fingers dive pussy. Clit throbs. Tits pinched. Volcanic. They shift. Guillaume legs up. Marc spits. Pushes in. Ass stretches. Pubes slap cheeks. Pounds hard. Skin claps. Wet squelch. Like pussy fuck. Groans rise. Cum floods. Pulls out. Cream leaks. Switch. Guillaume doggy-fucks Marc. Slow thrust. Hole gapes. Balls swing. Deep drills. Cum erupts. Collapse. I stumble. Bang on doorframe. Caught. Guillaume lunges. ‘You again!’ Drags me in. Shoves to Marc. ‘Spying bitch!’ Marc calms. ‘She watched. Hot.’ Sits me chair. Kneels. Sucks Guillaume hard again. Then me. Tongue laps clit. Fingers plunge. I squirt. Legs on shoulders. Cock spears pussy. Fills void. Pumps fierce. Guillaume behind. Fingers Marc’s ass. Then rams in. Chain forms. Thrust syncs. Bam. Cock drives deeper. Floc. Pussy slurps. Waves build. Marc grunts. Fills me. Hot jets. Collapses. Guillaume rails harder. Pulls. Sprays back. Cum splats my face. Defiant. Scoop. Suck finger. ‘Yum.’ He smirks. Calm falls. Wipe up. Adjust skirt. Bra snaps. Blouse smooth. Hair fix. Door unlocks. Click. Stride out. Meeting next. Poker face. Coffee sip. As if nothing. Printer whirs on.